Wolf
Rain. It’s starting to come down hard. So loud, but where was it coming from? Kinda reminded me of the day we started dating .
The first time I saw her I felt like my heart was breaking. She was sitting by the pier, this beautiful little redheaded woman with her hair tied in a rag and wearing a dirty over sized chef coat. She untied the cloth from her hair and the sun danced through the scarlet curls. Her face was painted with every shade of freckle. But mostly I remember the forlorn look on her face.
I’ve never seen anyone look more lonely. The empty, vacant way she stared over the ocean made it seem like she had no friends in the world. Her eyes were glassy, I could tell she hurt. And in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to see her smile. I mustered all my courage, I had never really just gone up and talked to a woman on the street. But she made me want to reach out and try.
“Hey, I’m sorry if this is rude. You seem like you could use someone to talk to. Do you mind if I sit with you?” She looked at me, like she was waking from a dream. She wiped her eyes. I had this thought in the back of my mind, wondered if she could be an actual angel.
“Fuck you. Yeah, I do fuckin’ mind. Back off you fucking creep.”
I stared at her, not quite what sure to say to that.
“What are you doing? Standing there with your mouth hanging open like I’m performing some big fucking magic trick. Get out of here!”
That was how I met Red.
I saw her there almost every day that I got off work. I wondered if I just caught her at a bad time. I waited a few days and tried again. “Hey, I wanted to apologize for the other day.”
She flicked me off. “No, you wanted to bother me again. If you wanted to apologize you would leave me the fuck alone. Take the god damned hint.”
I tried again the next day. I brought her a coffee. “Hey there, Red. I picked you up a drink. I didn’t know how you wanted it so I…”
“Don’t call me Red.” She snatched the cup from my hand and threw it in the trashcan next to her. “What’s with you? Don’t you know how to fuck off? It’s real simple. You go over there, far away from me. Then congrats! You’ve succesfully fucked off!”
I was falling in love. The next day it was pouring rain. I assumed I wasn’t going to see her, but she was sitting there in the downpour. On her bench, gazing out over the green sea and soaked to the bone.
I ran over with my umbrella, holding it out to her. “Red! What the hell are you doing! Take this!”
“Why are you so bad at fucking off? I can’t explain this any better than I already have.” I saw her shivering in the cold. “I don’t need anything from you.”
“Just take the damn umbrella! Stop being so fucking stubborn!” I held it out right in front of her.
“No! Why don’t you shove that up your ass. Open or closed, dealer’s choice.” I kinda started to like the way she flicked me off.
I sat down next to her. She didn’t try to leave or tell me to go. “Well if you’re not going to use it I won’t either.”
She looked at me for the first time, like actually looking me over. “Well that’s fuckin’ stupid.”
I stayed with her, letting the rain drench my clothes. For close to an hour neither of us said a thing. Just looked over the ocean together.
She sighed. “Fine, let’s get out of here. I’ll let you take me out but only because I want to go dry off. Don’t expect it to be a regular thing.”
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Kitten
It felt wrong when I looked in the mirror. Don’t get me wrong, I liked what I saw. I was lookin’ hot! It’s just whenever I got all dolled up and ready to fuck I had my collar. Other people gave me plenty but I only wore the one’s Mistress gave me. I felt raw without it.
I tried to push that feeling out. Because everything else was on fuckin’ point! I kept the boots from before, Vixen liked those. And my body was adorned in a harness of black leather straps. They wrapped tight around my thighs. Then climbed upward in a beautiful pattern around my hips and ass. Then finally artfully surrounding my tits, really showin’ them off. I liked having the girls out. Made me feel powerful.
I didn’t have the strap-on harness yet. Figured I would start out slow. But what I did have was a cat tail that attached from the strap on my lower back. And elbow length black fingerless gloves. I didn’t want anything to get in the way of my pink nails that I had filed into sharp points.
I didn’t work too hard on the makeup. It would get messed up soon enough anyway. Just a fresh coat of thick black lipstick and what was left from my evening at the club. The ears were some of my favorite. They felt real, pink on the inside and black with white tips on the outside. They looked like they actually grew from my head.
And finally just for Vixen, I slipped on the cat eye glasses. Maybe a bit silly, but I knew how hard they made him. I did a little spin and one last look over. Then I snarled into the mirror and hissed.
Fucking feelin’ it! Time to go set up the cameras.
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Wolf
I hear thunder. Where is that coming from? I like thunder, it reminded me of Red.
I didn’t realize how sheltered and boring I was till I started spending time with her. All I had was classes and video games to talk about. Yet Red could talk about anything, a hoarder of facts and wisdom. She was opinionated and knowledgeable. Through her, I realized how much I was missing out on. We didn’t have much money, but I started to take her out to places like art shows and the local theater. The dates were cheap and the conversation was good.
She brought me to ballet performances and poetry readings. We talked about everything, and slowly she began to smile when she was around me. Still told me to fuck myself pretty often, but I think she stopped meaning it. Most of the time.
Things went pretty slow physically, she was hesitant to trust. I understood why. Apparently her bitch of a sister had slept with her previous two boyfriends and it left a bad taste in her mouth as far as intimacy. And that was tough for me, I was so turned on by everything she did.
Then one night I hadn’t realized how late I stayed talking to her. It was almost two in the morning, time went so fast around her. Then out of nowhere she tells me, “Hey, listen. You seem like a decent guy and honestly I could use a little dick. So I’m willing to give you a shot here.” Her words were casual, but her demeanor was on edge.
I remember seeing the moon shining over her through the window. We had fooled around a bit, but I barely had seen her breasts at that point. We both were shy as we undressed, like it was our first time. With the way she had carried herself until then, I imagined her to be an aggressive lover. Instead she was incredibly… vulnerable.
Her delicate body was art. Her freckles… they were stunning. Like they were painted her pale skin. And her fiery curls that wrapped around her shoulders. I needed to touch her, but she pulled back as I reached for her. Red looked downward and asked me, “Could you… I don’t know… fluff me up a bit. Tell me I look good.”
“Red. I wish I could describe you in a way that gave you justice.” I realized I was choking up, like almost crying. “I can’t bring the words out of me to tell you how beautiful you are. How my heart feels like it’s exploding right now just at the sight of you.”
She went and laid in the bed, nodded. The moonlight poured through the window enveloping her, she seemed to glow. “Well, you could try.”
I joined her, and she wasn’t pulling away as I touched her now. “Your graceful neck, the proud way you hold your head.” I leaned in and kissed her nape. “The freckles on your breasts are intoxicating.” And I suckled her gently as she ran her hands through my hair. “And you’re lovely…” My fingers ran between her thighs and she grabbed my wrist.
Red was smiling, I had seen her giggle and laugh. But I don’t think I’ve ever seen her like that. Truly happy. She nodded again to me. “Good, but I just… I just want you now.” She spread her legs wide and invited me between them. “But please, I want you to be really gentle.” She was trembling.
And I made love to her, just as she asked. I had hooked up with some other girls before, including a few who were pretty wild. But it was nothing like this. So simple, something pure. And pleasure grew powerfully inside her. Felt her limbs tense around me. Her moans were low, almost a rumble. And when she came, it was like the feeling of thunder spreading through my body.
Thunder. And I heard it again. And more rain. Where is it coming from?
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Kitten
Poor Vixen, she had a big day. I told her to relax, but she had fallen asleep on the bed. I was surprised she could, what with Mistress’ drug pumpin’ blood into that hard on. She was rocking her hips, wonder if she was dreamin’ of me? Today had been emotional for her. For him. We’ll see. This was gonna get messy.
I suppose it was for the best that she slept. There was somethin’ undignified about setting up the cameras. Something that cheapened the intimacy of the whole situation. Not the filming itself, I think that made it better. But the process of it felt like looking behind the Wizard’s curtain.
The weather was gettin’ worse. I opened all the curtains. I liked it. Thunder and lightning. Always sends chills down my spine.
So in silence I emptied the cameras out of my black duffel bag and set them up. Then I arranged my toys on the table, laid them out all nice and neat.
Then I went and sat on the bed, watching her sleep. She was cute, innocent like that. Could almost forget the big pervert that lurked inside her. There was a tug in my heart that said to just let her rest. I’ve had my fun.
Then a flash of lightning, and I saw my collar on her neck.
And I grit my teeth. Fuck. I almost faltered.
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Wolf
Rain, pouring rain. It filled my ears. And a restlessness stirred inside me.
Time with Red went on, and it seemed perfect. She brought out the best in me. And we supported each other. Celebrated successes, mourned our losses. She opened up to me about her family, about the monstrous Mother and Sister who delighted in her torment. And I told her she would never need to worry. That I would not cheat on her like those before.
Turned out I was a liar after all.
And over time, things changed. It was subtle and ate away at us over a long time. No one event to point to on where it all turned around. I suppose we were both being beaten down by the world. Failures stacked up, debt closed in. We stopped going out, stopped learning and living.
And the sex that had been so transcendent felt more distant and formulaic to me. It became predictable and boring. And I felt unfulfilled. I blamed her, and I’m sure she blamed me for lots of things too.
I proposed to her, we had been together so long I figured it was just something I was supposed to do. We downplayed our problems and unenthusiastically planned our lives together. Planned our deaths in a a way. Consigned ourselves to boring, frustrated existence. And tried to find contentment in just getting by.
But the thunder inside her went away. And her eyes dulled. And she became that sad girl, watching over the ocean again.
I missed her, longed for what we shared. And I felt a tear running down my cheek. Wait, where was I? The rain is so loud. So intense. Where am I?
Suddenly a flash of bright light and the feeling of electricity in the air. And my eyes opened.
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Vixen
“Kitten?” I saw her only for a moment in the flash of the lightning. Dark, brooding, beautiful at the foot of the bed. What was she wearing? I had fallen asleep, been dreaming. What about? I couldn’t tell for sure, but my heart raced and I realized I Red was on my mind.
“Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing. Maybe you partied a bit too hard? How are you feelin’?”
My eyes began to adjust, and the streetlights from down below provided the faintest of glows for me to see. Red. Kitten. Both occupied my mind. I longed for them both. And I felt guilty. Selfish. Gluttonous in my lust.
I started to sit up and remembered I was Vixen. I had forgotten that. It’s been such a crazy day. My breathy voice returned with it’s soft tones. “Feelin’ good. Still just a bit dizzy.” I rubbed my thighs together, remembering the silken feeling of the nylons. Realizing the metal clasps of the garters was starting to cut into me.
Kitten crept closer. “Shh, don’t try and get up too quick, Vixen. Let Kitten take care of you.” She put her hand on my knee. I saw better what she was wearing. Fuck she looked good. But I remembered that I had a part to play. This had all started when she told me of her fantasy. The drunk girl taken upstairs to be taken advantage of by her trusted friend.
“Kitten…” I tensed up, pulled my legs in. She just scooted closer and ran her fingers under my garter belts. Unclipping them one at a time. Fuck, she moved so slowly. I wanted her hands all over me. But I was given a role, told to be reluctant. “Please stop.”
She had such a lascivious smirk as she slid her hand between my thighs. “I think it’s about time you started payin’ me back for my generosity, don’t you?”
I pulled a the blanket over me. “What are you doing?”
The lightning flashed. I saw the angry sneer on her face as I withdrew. Her voice seemed less cordial now. A hint of something perverse behind it. “Why are you hiding? I thought you were having a good time. Haven’t I been showin’ you a fun evening?”
I nodded as the thunder felt like it shook the hotel. “Yes. And thank you.” I spoke quietly, peeking over the top of the covers even as I could feel her trying to tug them off me. “But… I’m… I’m still waiting to hear from Red.”
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Kitten
It was like he knew. If there was one thing he could have said in that moment to set me off, that was it. “Red? Red?!”
My hand shot out and grabbed her by the throat, my fingers squeezing around her neck. She was shaking, her eyes growing wet. Scared already. I was just getting started.
“Well? Where’s Red? Where is she?” I slowly drew the saliva from my throat, and spit in her face. It dripped down her cheek… like it did when Red spit on Mistress. I growled and slapped her, then pushed her back against the headboard. “She ain’t comin’.”
She coughed and cowered back. “I’m sorry!” I stormed toward the table, grabbing the fierce looking metal blade then returned to her.
I leaned in close and Vixen flinched. Off to a good start, she already respected what I could do. Given our size difference I thought I was gonna have to establish that more, but she fell in line. I gave her a kiss on the nose. “Why don’t you put on somethin’ pretty for me?”
She flashed me those wide, dark eyes and bit her lip. “I just want to go home.”
I shook my head and displayed the tool in my hand. Her gaze fixated on it. Vixen’s mouth twisted as she silently pleaded. In truth, it was more show than anything. What I had might have looked intimidatin’, but it was a seam ripper. A tool to cut out stitches and threads from garments. Perfectly safe so long as you weren’t stabbin’ someone with it. Had used it a few times to get myself out of tight clothes after I had gotten too sweaty to slide em’ off.
She didn’t know that though. “P-please.”
“Bend over the bed, and don’t you dare move a fuckin’ muscle.” Of course she complied. I looked at the lacing going up the back of the dress, the way it exposed her flesh along her spine. Was really sexy. Tailor did a hell of a job.
I pressed the safety end of the ripper against her back. “Ah!” She gripped the bed and whimpered as I pushed the cold metal against her.
“Stay still, girl. Wouldn’t want any accidents, would we?” I slid it down her backbone, the blade doing it’s job and effortlessly slicing through the cord that held her garment in place. The rivets pulled apart and her womanly curve dissipated. Finally I reached the bottom, right above the small patch of black leather that circled her ass offering only the thinnest modesty.
She curled her arms over the front of her body like she had somethin’ to hide. She was tryin’ to act upset. Pretending to cry. But she also had this weird smile. Like she was working really hard to hide it, but the sides of her mouth were curlin’ up. Ha, she was so into it and her face was just giving her away. Would hate if I were that obvious.
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Vixen
“Now put this on. I bought it special for you,” Kitten commanded while throwing a black, square box at me. It was so thrilling and I tried hard to stay in character. But seeing her in that… fuck I don’t even know what you call what she’s wearing. I knew what it meant. She controlled me. I was her submissive toy. And I wanted to experience everything that went with it.
“What is this?” I tried my best to stay coy, seem like I wasn’t eager. I thought of the sort of things I saw in movies. A latex suit? Something leather for me with suggestively placed holes.
“Put the fuckin’ thing on.” She ran her fingers down my face. “Just let me see you in it, baby girl. Then I’ll let you go.”
“Liar.” The word escaped my lips. I cupped my hand over my mouth, surprised to hear it.
I thought she would be angry, but instead she chuckled. She playfully twirled my hair. “Look at it this way, girly. What choice do you really have?”
I lowered my eyes and nodded and slowly took off the lid. It wasn’t what I expected. It was white and delicate. There were soft furs along the hems. I unfolded it and held it up. It was a nightgown. Short, thigh length. And sheer. I could see right through it. It excited me, wondering what it would feel like on my skin. And there were white, matching pantyhose with pink ribbons running up the legs. I felt beautiful just holding it.
“Pretty, isn’t it? Just like you.” She sat down on the bed and waited. She pet my back as I took off the rest of my clothes. Carefully running her nails up and down. It felt nice, but it was a vague threat. “Forget Red, give yourself to me.”
I slid the pantyhose up my legs. Fuck, it felt so amazing. I had never considered wearing anything like this in my life till this morning, and now all I wanted was to desirable for Kitten. To experience what it was like to instill the same sort of lust that she did in me.
She gently nibbled my ear. “Such nice legs.” I giggled.
I stood up, trying desperately to hide my excitement. I peeled the leather dress from myself. The way Kitten watched me with that predatory look in her eye felt delightfully degrading. I had forgotten I had cum in it, and embarrassingly covered myself with my hands. I was suddenly aware of my cock aching. Fuck, I was excited.
“What a slutty mess. When did that happen.”
I spoke in a whisper. “On the dance floor.” She knew, but she liked making me admit it. I felt shameful. “May I have a towel to clean myself, Miss Kitten?”
She smiled sweetly. “No. I like you messy.”
I slipped the transparent garment over my head, the thin straps rested on my shoulder. It felt amazing. The fur lining brushed over my thighs and arms. The girlish feeling in me swelled as I…. I was twirling without thinking. That dainty sensation came so naturally.
I was so lost in it that I didn’t even notice Kitten coming at me until she shoved me against the wall. “Looks like someone isn’t taking this seriously.”
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Kitten
Figured it was time to start raisin’ the pressure. He was having far too much fun. Now I love getting worked over with a paddle. Whips and crops make me feel like I’m touchin’ heaven when they bite into my skin. But when I’ve been in charge, I just can’t get into using them. Doesn’t come natural. I’m much more of a hands on person.
Wolf was a head taller than me, but even when he looked down at me he knew who was in charge. I sunk one nail into the flesh above the hem on his chest. “Think this is a game Wolfie? Or was it Vixen? Who are you right now?”
There was a brief flash of confusion on their face. “I’m… I’m Vixen. Oh!” I began to scrape a line. It was crimson and angry, drawing small amounts of blood as I went.
“For now.” I carefully carved into her, completing a ‘K’. “But Wolf took my money. Did you think I was joking in the club when I said you were gonna pay me back?”
Vixen tensed. I was startin’ to blur the lines. “But you said… Oh fuck!” I bored my finger into him, makin’ the dot on my ‘i’. Carving my claim into his body. Nerves were getting to them, and they trembled. I leaned in and kissed her lips, urging her to calm.
I continued to brand her. Marking the ‘t’s and starting to figure out my ‘e’. Honestly this was harder to do than I thought. Truth be told it didn’t look that great, but it was having a good effect. I could see cum bubbling out of his hose.
“Do you think I was fuckin’ around earlier when I told your old work friend I was gonna sell your whore mouth? Think I’m not gonna call em’? No little girl, you’re gonna suck cock for money. And it’s gonna be a lot of fuckin’ cocks because you ain’t worth much.”
She was sweatin’ now. Her feet twisted into the carpet as I started on my last letter. Vixen was tryin’ to decide how much was true and how much was a game. “Not him… please.”
“Oh honey, that guy isn’t bad. Not compared to the other fellas you’re gonna suck off. At least he was clean. You’ll be surprised how many of your clients won’t bother washing before they jam a dick down your throat.” I completed my signature and kissed him on the neck. I left her simpering against the wall as I grabbed my camera. Wanted to send a few of those to Red while it was fresh.
She writhed against the wall in embarrassment. And I stared at the collar… my collar that Mistress had given me. “You know, the first night I spent with Mistress she called some random man to the room and held me while he fucked my mouth. I still remember the feeling of hot cum running down my face for the first time. But I’m gonna give you a choice. You wanna be trained by me or should I call Brad?”
“Y-you, Miss Kitten.”
I put the camera down and sighed. “Bad decision. Brad would have busted in seconds and it would have been over. I’m not so easy.”
I released him and sauntered over to the table. Retrieved the large dildo with the suction cup on the back. The windows of the hotel suite reached the floor. With the rain pouring it was already damp. Vixen eyed it with trepidation as I stuck in place.
“C’mere, beautiful. Get on your knees.”
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Vixen
I stared at the rubber phallus. It was larger than mine. And Kitten’s threats made me tremble. Was this part of the roleplay? She had given me money. Did she buy me? What happens if I don’t pay her back?
“Wait.” I looked up at her, thinking maybe she was offering a bit of reprieve. Instead she grabbed my by my chin, scratching me as she did. “Pucker.” She had lipstick. Dark and black. And I remembered the first night when I had fucked her throat.
I did as she commanded, and she applied a thick, sticky coat. “Thank you, Miss Kitten.”
“Just suck it, Vixen” Kitten grabbed me by the hair and forced my face right in front of it. I realized I could see a few people walking around the dark and raining streets. And a flash of lighting illuminated everything. I wondered if any of them could see me.
I opened my mouth and did what I was told. Kitten stood behind me, her arm cradling my head and holding my chin. She leaned forward and I took it into my mouth. She sneered, unimpressed as I suckled it. I tried to give attention to the head, tried to use my tongue. I felt embarrassed, foolish as she silently let me flounder.
She pressed her tits against the back of my head and I was pushed forward, forcing me to gag. I felt like I was going to throw up, but fought it. I tried to gasp and catch my air and she did it again. And again. She was forcing me to take more and more of it into my throat.
“What’s the matter? Not as easy as it looks? Tell you what Wolf, I treat you with the same restraint you showed me. Would you like that?” My heart skipped when she called me Wolf. It was confusing. Who was I supposed to be and what was this a game? I closed my eyes. My jaw ached already.
Kitten pushed me hard, forcing me to take in more than I could handle. I choked and lost control, trying to pull back. I was met with a hard slap to the back of the head as I tried. I could feel her bush pressed against my back, giving me no quarter to move away. I tried to cry out and I nearly vomited. My arms pushed against the glass trying desperately as fear gripped me.
Then finally she let go. I fell to all fours coughing and gasping for air.
She stepped to the side of me and drove one of her shining boots into my gut. The wind was knocked out of me and my lungs felt like they were full of acid. “Pathetic. Fucking pathetic. I’m over charging. Barely even worth fifty bucks.
“I-I’m s-sorry.” I was scared, not acting it. I remembered I had a safety word. And I wondered how I could shout it out when stuffed full of rubber.
“No, this isn’t working. Something’s not right.” Then a cruel grin spread over her lips. She knocked me in the hips with her boots, indicating for me to roll to my back. I complied and she knelt down. “The problem here is it’s a fake cock. You aren’t feelin’ it.” She knelt and ripped those lovely pantyhose, tearing a hole for my cock to hang out.
She grabbed my balls. Pulled them down to force my dick to point toward the ceiling. And then Kitten’s velvet mouth wrapped around me. It took mere seconds. I was already so turned on but the way her tongue moved was incredible. I was filling her mouth with a full load as she squeezed my testicles and emptied me.
It was so incredibly clean as she lifted her face. She had taken it all, wasting not one drop of semen. And then she moved to kiss me and I closed my eyes. Another flash of lightning and I was disoriented. I had puckered my lips, ready to meet hers. Instead I felt a wet, viscous warmth spreading down my face.
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Kitten
I let his cum drip from my mouth all over his. Fuck, it turned me on. It was laughably sweet that she thought she deserved a kiss after that display. Instead I made sure she got the full experience of having a load spit disgracefully over her. It ran down her cheeks. I pulled back her wig, making sure to get it in her real hair. Then I tossed it away.
“Miss Kitten…” She looked like she was going to cry.
“Back on your knees, you whore.” She started to hyperventilate as she got back into the same position as before. “Do you feel filthy yet? Are you startin’ to understand I’m not playing? Next time it’s gonna be some filthy pervert’s jizz filling your mouth!”
I thought it was romantic. No idea how Wolf felt.
But I was reminded of how he vicious he was when he jammed his cock into my throat. How delighted he got from the sound of my discomfort. And I paid it back now, so that he could experience what I did.
“This is how they are gonna treat you!” I slammed his face forward. Her eyes looked upward, tears running down and leaving black trails of mascara down her cheeks. Good look on her. Again and again, I gave her the full throat fucking experience. “C’mon honey, don’t you go quittin’ on me now!” I gave her cheek an occasional forceful tap, called her filthy names. Gave her rare breaks to suck in some air whenever she looked like she was gonna throw up.
When I was satisfied I finally released her. She crumbled into a fetal pile at my feet. “That will do for now. How do you feel?”
Her voice was scratchy and weak. “That…. that hurt.”
“Yeah, it does.” Not a lot of sympathy from me to the fella who gave me the same treatment. I went to the table. Figured it was high time I strapped up. “I loved watching you work through it. Fightin’ the pain. Good girl.”
She looked up at me with that weird fuckin’ smile. “I did good?”
“Yeah. I know how you feel right now.” I started slipping on the harness over my legs as she watched. “Humiliated, hurt. That slimy feeling of cum and spit runnin’ down your chest making you feel absolutely disgusting.” I adjusted the straps and tightened it to myself. “But also pride. You survived it. You were able to endure. And you pleased me. You like pleasing me, don’t you?”
There was a reverence in her eyes. “Yes.”
“And you want more? It turned you on?”
She nodded, pushing through the uncertainty I could see in her anxious body. Tense and shaking. “Yes.”
“Who are you right now? Wolf or Vixen?” Their eyes clouded. They looked down over their body, at their cock standing hard dripping sticky stains into the sheer white fabric.
“Vixen… right? I’m… I’m Vixen.” She wasn’t so sure this time.
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Vixen
Kitten took another dildo from the table, leaving the one I had been choking on attached to the glass. A reminder of what I had done already for her. I was spellbound by the way her cock came together. The way she secured it. Why did she keep asking who I was?
“Hey ‘Vixen’,” she said my name almost mockingly. “You’ve noticed the cameras of course.”
I had a rasp in my voice, but I was starting to be able to speak again without it hurting. “Yes, Miss Kitten.”
“Who do you think I’m gonna show this to?”
I hadn’t thought really about it. I had sort of assumed it was just for her. “Is it for Mistress?”
Kitten smiled at me. “I mean, she’ll see it too. But that’s not who I’m doing this for. No, I’ve got one specific person in mind. Someone who knows you. Who could it be?”
I didn’t have a clue. Bear? No, that didn’t make much sense. Kitten seemed to know a lot of people. I honestly had no clue. “I don’t know, Miss Kitten.”
She came over to me and I knelt obediently before her. Looked up into her eyes, past the bouncing rubber dick. “Wolfie, I’m gonna show this to Red.”
My stomach turned in knots. This was still the game. She had been bringing up Red all night when I was Vixen… but she had called me Wolf. Which one was I supposed to be? Was this still part of her roleplay? I…
She slipped down and ran her fingers over the carving she put into my chest. It stung. “I’m making you mine. Stealing you from her. Then I’m gonna rub it in her face.” I felt my cheeks go hot. I felt so much shame, thinking of Red seeing me like this. But Kitten didn’t know her, right?
“Kitten, why?” She growled and raked her fingers across my cheek. It burned and I held my hand up. She left three small scratches, I could feel the skin raising.
“That’s Miss Kitten. And it’s not your fuckin’ business. Understand?”
I nodded, holding my injured cheek. Aroused and terrified.
She grabbed me by the roots of my hair, without the cushioning of the wig it was much more painful. She pulled me along and I rose to my feet and stumbled to keep up. She bent me over a foot stool, then grabbed one of the closest cameras and set it up right in front of me.
“What’s the second step?”
I stared into the camera, shamed by it’. What if she was serious? “Second step?”
“Of fucking an ass.”
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Kitten
Now we were really getting goin’. She knew it was coming, been hinting at it all day. Didn’t make her any more ready. “Lubrication, Miss Kitten.”
“That’s right. Good girl. Now look in the camera, because you are about to make a very important choice. And I want you to understand it.” She rested on her arms to prop herself up. She looked back at me, concern in her eyes. “Eyes forward, Vixen.”
“Like this?”
“Spread your knees wider, and arch your back. Open them sweet little cheeks for Mama.”
“Yes, Miss Kitten”
I looked at her tight little hole. She was sweatin’ a bit. I wanted to make a point, so I took some of the fluffy fur trim and ran it up and down their tender little spot, getting rid of the moisture. She was already breathing heavy.
I pushed a dry finger against her asshole, it didn’t penetrate at all. It was unyielding. But her whole body tensed and she sucked in a sharp breath. “AH!”
“Yeah, that’s a little taste.” I pushed the tip of my nail into their ass and started getting more aggressive with my finger, trying to open them up dry. They whined and moaned, trying hard not to move. Movin’ just makes it worse. “This is without lube. And that’s not a thick cock, it’s a tiny little finger.”
“M-miss Kitten…”
“Shut it.” I stared at the collar. My collar. Mistress… “You’re gonna get just a tiny amount of grease, only what I need to tear myself into your sweet little asshole. But you can earn more. Do you want more?”
Vixen stared in the camera, tears in her eyes again. “Yes!”
“Understandable. Absolutely aches, doesn’t it?”
“YES!”
I jammed her roughly once and she yelled as I got as deep as the first knuckle. Then I retreated my finger. “It’s simple. You can have as much of this slick jelly I got back here as you want. All you need to do is look into that camera and say somethin’ for me.”
“Yes, Miss Kitten. Anything!”
I reached between her legs, stroking her balls with loving kindness. “All I want you to say is, ‘Red is a dirty bitch’.”
The room went silent except for the rumbling thunder and pounding rain. Wolf was frozen, deciding between pain and betrayal. I got close, pressed the cock against his ass and wrapped my arms around them. They were shakin’ like a leaf. “I… I can’t.”
“Wolf, you can. It’s just a few words.” I honestly didn’t know what they would choose. And I wanted them to take their time with that thought. “It’s not can’t. It’s won’t.” I brought my lips to the nape of their neck and suckled them, pressing my teeth against their skin.
They moaned and squirmed. “M-miss Kitten. Are… are we still playing?”
I ignored her question. “The difference you’re gonna feel is like the heat of a candle or being splashed with hot oil. Please, I want to be nice to you, to make you feel good.” I returned my mouth to the same place, this time sinking my sharp teeth into their flesh.
“GOD! OW! AH!” I could taste copper in my mouth, must have drawn some blood. Figured I was helping them understand the weight of their decision.
“Now, one last time I’ll make you the offer. I’m about to fuck you, little girl. If you don’t make a smart decision you’ll never have felt such pain in your life. But you can be spared it by looking in that camera and callin’ Red a dirty bitch. Please, Wolf. Please let me be nice.”
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Vix… Wolf? Vixen
Kitten dug her nails into my hips, and my neck ached where she bit me. That finger she had used, god… it hurt so much. My stomach churned. I… I couldn’t take that.
I looked into the camera. “Red…” Her name past my lips. And it hung there. “Red. Red…” Kitten said she would see this. That can’t be true. She wouldn’t. Would she? What was going on? I thought we were playing, but were we anymore? This… this might be real.
“Go on, Wolfie. I care about you, she won’t even send you a text. I don’t want to hurt you like this.” One hand slid around to my front, started stroking my cock. It was gentle, her hands softened and it felt good.
“Red.” I closed my eyes and breathed out. “Red is a…”
“Yes?” She whispered in my ear. Her voice dripped with lust and compassion. There was salvation on her breath.
“Red is a…” I loved her. I cared so much, even as I cheated on her. I could never, even as a game, even if she never knew about it. I loved her. “I won’t,” I choked out the words. My body tensed, and I readied myself for her retaliation.
Instead, Kitten held me. Tenderly even. Then she kissed me on the cheek. “You’re sweet.” Rising to here feet, she walked over to the table and took a little bottle in her hand. “I’m sorry, kiddo. I’m gonna probably feel bad about this, if it’s any consolation.”
I looked into her eyes and realized she wasn’t taunting me. She wasn’t gloating. That was the truth. She felt bad. Then I realized I was probably in trouble. I asked her with an unsteady voice, “Miss Kitten, did I upset you?”
“No, my pet. I was just hoping…” She sighed and coated the dildo with the thinnest layer of lubricant. Then put a small amount on her finger. She threw the rest into the garbage can. I felt her rub the minute bit of it against my anus. She whispered to me with a voice laced with sadness. “I wanted to show you a good time. Thought I might be able to take it easy on ya.”
She lined up the cock against my hole. The feeling of it pressing against me caused me to tense up. I knew I needed to relax but it was impossible. “Kitten…”
“Shhh. It’s OK. I don’t feel like you chose her over me. You chose love over mercy. And I think that’s really beautiful.” She ran her hand through my hair and tugged it, making sure my head was up. Then she snarled, “Look into the camera Vixen.”
There was a loud crash of thunder, and I was grateful that it helped mask whatever strange, alien noise that came out of my mouth. The first thrust didn’t penetrate. The stubborn hole didn’t loosen, and it felt like an electric current of pain spreading out through my whole body.
“Loosen up, you little slut.” She slapped my ass, and whatever regret she was carrying had been packed away. What was left was a lustful cruelty. It took three times, three painful stabs into me to finally push the head of the rubber cock into my body. My eyes watered and I felt my own dick dribbling under me. “How’s it feel getting fucked, Vixen?”
I tried to say something, but only breathy sobs left my throat.
She worked it in slowly. Short, sharp thrusts claiming me by mere fractions of an inch at a time. The sounds I made seemed unnatural to me. I could not hold them back, and I tried. Tried to seem less pathetic. It’s like I lost complete control of my body. It was acting of it’s own accord. And as she dug deeper into me, a strange sensation of pleasure accompanied every painful thrust.
“Call out for Red! Call out to her to help you.” She dug her fingernails into my hips. My body convulsed as the agony and lust both rapidly grew in my body.
The feeling of being filled, it pushed the air out of my lungs. The words I could squeak out were weak. Whimpers into the camera. “Red! P-please! Help me!” Tears were running down my cheeks from my wet eyes. I wasn’t crying, not in any way I had ever experienced at least. My entire body had a mind of it’s own when she bore into me.
Kitten ran a hand under the sheer garment and raked my back with her fingers. I think I was begging, but I was disconnected from myself. Like my mind was trapped inside by her savage domination as she stole my body. “Is Red gonna come? Is she gonna help you?”
“No!” She relentlessly pushed deeper inside me. Dragging the rubber cock through my ring of muscle and filling me.
“No! That’s right!” She snapped one of the straps from my shoulder, it felt so debased. Worse than if I were just naked. “But I’m here, aren’t I? Who’s butt fucking you right now!?”
“You! Miss Kitten! I… AH!” I realized I was cumming. That she had pounded out an orgasm. I… I didn’t know my body could do that. That something like that could be taken from me. That she could do it even if I hadn’t given her consent. I moaned as the sensation became overwhelming.
“Fuckin’ slut.” Kitten reached around and put her hand over the head of my cock. She was catching the cum that she stole from my body. And like some sort of profane baptism she wiped it over my face. I panted for breath as she slowed. “Who are you? Vixen or Wolf?”
“Why?” I felt an anger growing in me. A reckless fury about what she was doing, the way she displayed me to the cameras. “Why do you keep asking me?”
“Because I want to know. Remember my Big Bad Wolf? The one who held me down in the woods and ravaged me? Is he just gonna take this like a bitch? Is he really such a fuckin’ pussy that he’s not even gonna fight back?”
I slumped over as she continued to rock inside me. Was this a game? Is this for Red to see? Or was she just… fuck. I don’t know. Who am I right now? I was being humiliated, and Kitten wasn’t stopping. And… that made me furious. I growled at her, “Wolf.”
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Kitten
He was about to get feisty. I liked to see it. Vixen had been so passive. I appreciated being surrendered to, I really did. But I kinda wanted to see him fight. He was much bigger than me, could have made anything I did to him this entire day difficult. But he was in a headspace that told him he couldn’t. Like a chain on an elephant’s leg.
“Hey Wolfie. Enjoying yourself?” I popped my hips hard into him, he grunted and tried to get his arms from under him. “Are ya finally thinking about how nice it would be to fuck me back?”
He pushed off the footstool and it slid out from under us both. It knocked over two of my cameras as he crashed down with me on top of him. “FUCK!” The scream was understandable. The weight of me plummeting straight down had buried the cock fully into his ass. “Get off me!” He tried to reach back and I dug my boots into the carpet for more leverage.
I wrapped an arm around his neck and slammed my hips down into him as he tried to get up. I kept my body tight against his, and he struggled underneath me. “Oh, Wolf. I can’t tell you much I would love to feel you pounding away at my cunt. That anger being released. Taking your revenge.” I thrust into him again. Keeping him pinned down. “Primal and degrading. So fucking do it if you can!”
He pulled at my arm, trying to prevent me from choking him. Forcing himself up to his knees while I wrapped my legs around him. I kicked the boots between his thighs. So long as I kept the cock in his ass and myself on his back I was in control. And I could see I was hurtin’ him. Hurt and pleasure. Fuck, I think he was coming again. And I was absolutely dripping wet. “Gonna fuck you till you beg…”
We went crashing down again, this time falling on our sides. We slammed into the table, knocking my remaining toys to the ground. I made a grab for the shining metal handcuffs that landed by my face. Same pair he used on me when he fucked me in the woods, actually. “Not today you won’t. I’m gonna break you, make sure your body understands it serves me.”
“ARRRAH!” His hard cock bounced as he flailed, trying to make a grab at me. Trying to find some way to peel me off him. Sweat poured from both of us as we wrestled for control. My thighs began to burn as I kept the pressure on his hips.
I hissed at him, biting his hand as it reached for my hair. He pulled it away and flopped back down. “Vixen, you bad girl! What are you doing?!” He went still and his eyes clouded. He was confused at who he was again. I took the opportunity to snatch his wrist and cuff it.
“S-stop!” I yanked the cuff and forced the arm behind his back.
“Vixen, Wolf… who are you? Who am I fucking right now?” His body slackened and he stopped fighting as hard. It was enough for me to grab for the other hand and pull it back. With a satisfying click I had both hands bound and he was helpless.
I perched triumphantly on him. Free to sit up on his thighs. I gasped for air and so did he. He looked back at me. He had that grin again. That one he was trying to hide. “Please, don’t… please don’t hurt me anymore.”
Was he using ‘Please, don’t’ all of a sudden? Didn’t tell him he could do that. But It’s fine. I was plannin’ on it anyway. I looked down at the collar on his neck. I thought of my Mistress. I thought of losing her to Red. I… I finally let all those fears wash over me.
I was terrified, absolutely distraught at the thought that Mistress would leave me. That she would lower herself to someone like Red who would hurt and humiliate her. Because Red didn’t care about her! No one fucking loved her like I did! And I let that hurt fill me.
Imagining every terrible act Red might do to her, I used it as fuel. I gritted my teeth, grabbed Wolf by the hair, and I put everything I had into fucking him.
“F-FUCK! Kitten! Not so… FUCK!” While I did it, I could see the word on his lips. The safety word to make me stop. He opened his mouth but it clung to his tongue. In truth the safety word was a trap the first time. You are so scared about disappointing your master that you’ll sooner die than use it. It was a cruel trick, but I didn’t care.
I used his prone body as a vessel, something to take all the nastiness in me. Something to take the pain from my heart. And I marked him. Biting, scratching, hitting, choking. I realized I was crying when I did it. Blubbering, sobbing even as Wolf went limp under me. Even then I cursed at him. “You filthy whore! You… you dirty bitch. How fuckin’ dare you! How dare you!”
I didn’t stop till he went completely still. Till he was so shattered that he lay there being shaken like a rag doll. Passively watching me through the corner of his eye as I wiped away my tears.
I finally pulled the cock out of him. He lay silently, just breathing. I patted him on the ass. “Good boy.”
He just stared at the rain hitting the window.
“Who are you right now?” I began unlatching the strap-on. I had pushed him far enough with that.
I let him think it over. The rain seemed like it started tapering off. “I don’t know.”
I kissed him on the cheek, stroked his hair. “You’re my bitch. My little piece of fuck meat. And you serve me. That’s all you need to be.”
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Kitten’s Bitch
Wow.
Fuck.
Just… Fuck.
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Kitten
“One last thing, you need a shower. C’mon.” I probably could have left it at that. But I found I had grown attached to him. I really wanted to make him mine.
So I helped him up, not bothering to un-cuff him. Wolf’s legs were wobbling and he leaned against me. He was spent. I grabbed my phone. One last thing to do.
I helped him into the bathroom. He looked like quite the site. Bruises and teeth marks all over. His hose were absolutely torn and demolished from my boots. His lacy negligee was barely hanging on and it was stained and matted to him with cum. In the light of the bathroom I had to admit, my careful attempts to scratch my name into him hadn’t quite worked out. It was pretty illegible.
“Miss Kitten… are you really gonna show that to Red?” He seemed like he was dreaming.
I nuzzled him on the cheek and helped him into the large shower. He slid down into the corner. “Don’t you worry about that. Not tonight.”
He nodded. He had a vacant look in his eyes as I snapped pictures of him. Getting good shots of all my markings, zooming in to show off the mascara that ran down his cheek. The little things that made me feel like he was mine.
Then I walked into the shower with him, started recording a video. “Hey there, did Red come for you tonight?”
He shook his head no.
“Does she want you?”
Again, no.
“But I do. Are you my bitch.”
He bit his lip, and nodded. “Yes, Miss Kitten.”
I straddled him as he slumped below me. “Look up here.”
“I love you.” As he raised his eyes I let go of the pressure that had been building. I kept the camera pointed down at him, and let my piss fall over his face. It ran down his body and he twitched and moaned. So many open cuts, probably burned like hell. He whimpered as my stream puttered down.
“Lick it clean.”
With a surreal look of mortification, he ran his tongue over my cunt and cleaned up the remaining drops. I turned off the video and sent it to Red.
“Good boy.”
I had intended to walk away at that point. Leaving him broken in the hotel bathroom drenched in my urine. That’s what I wanted to do… because he had been Red’s and I wanted her to hurt. But I couldn’t. I thought now that the cameras were off I could give him the slightest bit of comfort.
I knelt down by him. “Listen…” He lunged at me, honestly shocked the hell out of me. I didn’t think he had anything left in him. And his filthy dripping lips met mine and he kissed me passionately. I reached out and held his head, closing my eyes and meeting his enthusiasm with my own. He… he really liked it.
“Thank you.” His eyes were filling with tears. He rested his head on my shoulder. “Thank you. I… fuck. I’m sorry. Why am I crying? I’ve never… fuck. Thank you.”
And I felt terrible. Then wonderful. Then terrible. I knew what he was going through. Mistress did it to me. And now I did it to him. I suppose he was mine now, not just a play thing to piss off Red. Wolf was mine. And that felt really nice.
“You’ll stay with me, right? I…” He began to let it go, let the emotions run over him and he cried. “I don’t want to be alone.”
“Of course, my good boy. My little Wolf. I would never abandon you.” Hated myself for planning it, though.
“Can you take off the cuffs? They are starting to hurt.”
“Oh!” I sheepishly started looking for a pin or some small bit of wire. “Honestly I lost the keys in the woods. But don’t worry, I know how to pick em’.”
He laughed, and so did I. Felt good.
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Wolf
She bathed me. Scrubbed my hair with shampoo as I sat on the ground. She kissed me and told me how brave I was. How happy I had made her. I was so exhausted, but I didn’t want to sleep. I just wanted to be wrapped in that feeling. Of surrender and acceptance.
After the shower she carefully treated all my cuts. All the bites. She left me alone for a few minutes to go down to the lobby and I felt scared. But she came back up with bandaids and rubbing alcohol.
I was surprised it hurt when she treated my wounds. I don’t know, just sort of assumed I wouldn’t feel pain anymore. She told me she had some things to do after that. I saw her messing around with the cameras as I laid in the bed. She was packing them up, but also spent a good amount of time playing with the menus. I wondered what she was doing.
“Scoot over, Wolf.” It was still dark out, but morning would come soon. I got to be the little spoon, her wonderful curves pressing against my back.
I felt safe, a calm came over me. I whispered to her again as I drifted off to sleep, “Thank you.”
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Kitten
Fuck, what was wrong with us. Somethin’ about that boy. We woke up three times and just screwed. Nothin’ rough this time. It was actually really simple and nice. But we couldn’t help ourselves. I hadn’t ever really fallen for a guy before. And maybe it was just the lust and the feelin’ of something new but I really, really liked him.
Fuck, one time we just woke up and made out. Soft lips and pawin’ at each other like a couple of high schoolers. It felt good, really good. Most fellas get scared when I let loose, they get a look in their eye like I’m… I’m gross. Like my desires are terrible. But not Wolf, he took it all and still wanted me.
Eventually I had to pull myself away and got dressed. He was fast asleep. I left him a note and told him I would call him soon. That wasn’t a lie. I think I was getting addicted.
I looked back over him, so adorable as he snuggled a pillow. Part of me just wanted to stay. He looked good in my collar, and I wasn’t so sad anymore.
But this wasn’t over. I had been sending Red videos and pictures all night. And she had a reckoning coming. It was time to end it, and I needed to rest up. I gathered my things and slipped off into the night.
I actually went to his apartment, knew it would be empty. And it smelled like him, which I liked. And finally I was able to rest my eyes. Tomorrow would be another big day.
Tomorrow I was coming for her.
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Red
I turned the camera over and called to Juniper. “Hey, I think she was trying to scratch a word into him. What the fuck does this say?”
Honestly a lot of the initial fury had subsided. Now I was just trying to piece together the clusterfuck of bullshit Kitten had sent me during the night. There were dozens of videos, some a few hours long.
Juniper tilted her head as she stared at the picture of his carved chest. “Is it Latin?”
Mistress sighed as she sat on the computer, watching one of the videos. “It’s her name.”
“You can read this shit?” I squinted. Maybe it said Kitten on his chest.
“No, but I know her. I know how she thinks.”
More than anything I was starting to get annoyed. “How the fuck am I supposed to piece all this shit together?”
Mistress rubbed her eyes and took a drink from her coffee. “She always does this. Whenever she wants to make a movie she always grabs every fucking camera we own.”
“Wait, what just happened there?” Juniper watched as a camera suddenly turned to static. “Did she just break another camera?”
Mistress shook her head. “Yeah, fuck. Kitten!” Mistress seemed angry, of course she had nothing on what was brewing in my chest. But I was saving it.
She would come to me. But I was growing impatient. “Where the fuck is she anyway?”
“Don’t expect her till at least this afternoon. She sleeps in after big nights. And she’ll want to be fresh when she meets you.” I caught her smirking. Did Mistress expect this?
“Fuck it, I’ve got calls to make. You two figure it out.” Juniper shrugged and left.
“You know what, I have a guy. He does my video editing. The rush job will cost me, but we have time. Maybe we can get this chopped down before she gets here and having something cohesive to watch. I’m going to go make a call.”
They left me alone. I locked the door behind her. And I brought up one of the videos.
I went to the spot that had caught my eye and hit play.
“Red! P-please! Help me!” Tears were running down his fucking face.
I played it again.
“Red! P-please! Help me!”
Again.
“Red! P-please! Help me!”
Again.
“Red! P-please! Help me!”
Couldn’t help my self, was fixated on it. My fist clenched. I was looking forward to seeing Kitten, I really was.
It was about time we settled this.
