Safewords

Vivienne adored Arizona. She felt at home in the dry air and the hot sun. She loved the red dirt and stone that littered the landscape and contrasted with the zany, spiky fauna. The purple sunsets were like nothing she'd seen anywhere else, and the culture was lovely. The crafts and jewellery available were bright and natural. Turquoise and silver dotted shelves and sat behind glass. Restaurants were often open-air, and many of the malls were collections of shops clustered around outdoor walkways instead of claustrophobic corridors lined with fluorescent lights and gated warehouse- style doors.

She'd jumped at the opportunity to go back, and had mentioned to Aaron that she was visiting. He'd suggested lunch and a house tour, and she'd agreed. She'd known him for a long time, and she'd always been curious about what it would be like to spend time with him. She wanted more than a few minutes on a video call..

They met at a small outdoor bar. It had long counters and delicious, heavily spiced food. It wasn't exactly cultural, more tex-mex than anything, but Vivienne savoured the tongue teasing flavours and copious amount of cheese in her dish. She didn't mind the adulteration, as long as the food wasn't advertised as something it wasn't. The beer was a good fit with the less-than-authentic meal, and she enjoyed Aaron's company, even when he jabbed at her and acted pointedly suggestive. She was used to the small moments of discomfort that he was so partial to subjecting her to. It made him who he was, and caused rapid excitement to ricochet wildly through her. He made her laugh, and tried to make her squirm and altogether it was a nice outing.


After their lunch Aaron paid. He said it was the least he could do when she'd so generously fit him into her busy schedule. It was a dry excuse, more of a caustic taunt than a real statement of appreciation, but Vivienne was used to that too. Aaron certainly wasn't soft where she was concerned, and if he'd acted that way now it would have been strange, and possibly unwelcome.

They headed out of the restaurant and Aaron drove her to his house. He led the way to the front door and inside before Vivienne had much chance to take in her surroundings.

"You want the tour?" Aaron was suddenly much closer to her. At some point he'd crowded in on her until they were nearly toe to toe. She had to look slightly upward to catch his eye. She could tell that he was looming over her intentionally, and a little lighting jolt of uneasy excitement raced up her body.

She tried to keep it light. "Sure." The word was bright and full of an enthusiasm that smeared ineffectually over her nervousness. He gestured past the entry hall and she walked in front of him, scanning the art on the walls. He told her about each collection that they passed, mentioning artists that didn't quite stick in her brain. He had more than a few precious pieces, and most of them were slightly unsettling. It fit well with the theme of the visit, and reflected Vivienne's current mood. She felt on edge and jumpy, all too aware of the man behind her.

He stopped them both in the living room and turned toward her, pushing her up against the wall. His hand slid down her side to grip at her hip.

"You've been tense as Hell since you walked through the door." He said softly. "Why don't you tell me why?"

Vivienne didn't struggle all that much. She pushed at him half-heartedly, but they both knew that she wasn't actually all that interested in stopping him. She wanted to be washed away by him, to experience things she'd fantasized about for years. He knew about her deepest desires, about how she liked to have her control stripped away, and he was more than ready to provide.

"You know why." She spit the words at him almost petulantly. There was a bratty edge to her voice that invited him to be worse. Her fingers curled, nails intentionally digging into his upper arms.

"I do?" His question held a teasing lilt that made it clear that he knew very well. He waited for a protracted moment, and then dropped the act. "How about I give you the real tour?" His hand brushed up to her waist and back down again. "The one where I fuck you in every room of this house and you beg me to cum by the end."

He could feel Vivienne shiver under his fingers. Her legs tightened and her lower body clenched. His hand slipped over the taut curve of her ass and squeezed.

"…" She offered him stony silence. They both knew she wanted it, but she was too stubborn and ashamed to admit it.

He took pity and started to drag at the button of her shorts. "So yes then." He answered for her.

Her hands stayed curled near his shoulders and he tugged the waistband of her shorts open and dragged them down to her ankles, catching her panties with them.

"I haven't seen your cunt in a very long time. The last time I did it was drooling. Let's see how things have changed over the years." He pushed his fingers between her thighs and found her already wet. She sucked in her breath and braced against the wall. "Just as whorish as ever." He taunted, sliding a few fingertips against the opening of her body. She quivered at the words, and the suggestion that his hand made. One little slip of his fingers would penetrate her.

He started to rub at her already swollen flesh and she sucked in a breath. He could feel her muscles trembling as he worked. He smirked to himself and used his free hand to unbutton and pull down his fly. A moment later, he pressed the heated flesh of his cock against her twitching cunt.

"Ready for the first part of the tour?" He pushed into her without waiting for an answer. It was quick and to-the point. There was no ceremony, no play at seduction. He gave a rough grunt as he stretched her around him. The way he fucked her was not particularly lust-fuelled. He intentionally held himself back, somewhat pragmatic in his movements. He was making a point. He was using her. It was all about the end goal, and Aaron had one, his control and her denial, her begging while he refused her satisfaction.

Vivienne had been waiting for so long to experience this with him. She'd wanted him quietly from a distance for years, and when he finally ground himself inside of her every bone in her body turned to water. She slid against the wall, threatening to crumble, and Aaron had to hold her up while he bucked himself to the hilt again and again. Frustration and lust-hazed defeat stung her eyes, and her hungry hole clenched on him spasmodically, making wet sucking noises every time he dragged himself back.

"That's good, cunt. I always knew you'd be an excellent fuck." The words stung, and they aroused. She was stuck in a tug-of-war between hurt feelings and a sudden flare of need. She moaned softly, the sound carrying in the empty air.

Aaron didn't take long to finish. He had a goal. This wasn't a drawn-out test of his stamina. He would go again, and soon, but for now he buried himself deep and made a low sound of satisfaction as he flooded her body with its first helping of cum. He pulled out of her and took a step back, letting her slump slowly to the floor.

"Clean it." He smiled at her in a way that wasn't kind, and she felt herself ache. She crawled forward and closed her mouth over his cock, sucking away every smear of her arousal and his release. Cum leaked down her leg, reminding her that he'd just fed her a heavy dose of it.

He zipped up and dragged her to her feet, pushing her toward the back door. She was not allowed to put her shorts back on, and she stumbled into the sun half-naked. "I'll show you the pond." He offered. His tone was genial. He spoke to her like nothing had happened at all, like she wasn't marching beside him naked from the waist down.

She knew about the pond. They'd discussed it at length. She had one in her yard as well, and they often exchanged advice about how to care for them. His was more of a stream that circled around on itself.

He led her outside and walked her over to the loop of running water. He kept pace behind her and forced her to lead the way, hungrily eyeing her body from behind as they went. He could feel himself growing hard again at the idea of fucking her in the dirt while she braced herself on hands and knees like a little animal.

"Get down on all fours and take a closer look." He insisted, He was already unfastening the button of his waistband. He knew he wouldn't cum again so soon, but it wasn't about that.

She got down and he spread her ass, inspecting her holes with the kind of close-up intensity that he knew she hated. She heard the shutter of his phone camera and she stiffened, but it was too late for her to do anything about it, and he was already kneeling down behind her, wiping her mind with the reality that he was about to push himself inside of her again.

He was only half-hard, still recovering from the episode in his living room, but he shoved himself into her anyway. This wasn't about sex. It was about something else entirely. It was about power, about what she was doing, willingly, with him.

He pumped himself casually in and out of her, reaching around to rub at the throbbing, need-fattened flesh of her sex. She whimpered and sobbed in front of him, shuddering on his cock and backing up against him, her body begging for more. When she was squeezing him desperately and shuddering with almost-spent need he pulled out of her and stood, putting himself away and gesturing for her to get up.

When shecomplied he pointed toward the house. "Bathroom's next." There was a satisfied glint in his eye, but she didn't get to see it for long. She was made to turn around and trudge back toward the house with little time to think about what she was doing.

She was directed to walk in front of him again. He guided her in the direction that she should turn once they stepped over the threshold, his hand clamping heavily over her shoulder. It was a short walk to the bathroom, and he moved inside behind her and closed the door, locking her in. He flicked the light on and waved his hand in a general way toward the interior.

"This is the tub, the toilet, the sink." He made a show of giving her the most cursory tour, then pushed her back, up against the toilet and over it until the bottom curves of her ass were caught against the lid of the tank. Her legs were forced to spread around the bowl, and he descended on her.

In a motion that was becoming all too familiar he pulled his fly open. She was throbbing for it when he pushed himself inside of her already well-explored little hole. She felt the intentional humiliation of being fucked in his bathroom on the back of his toilet, but it only caused more wet to seep around his cock while he thoroughly used her.

The stricken look of embarrassment on her face sent him fully hard and he sucked in an amused breath. He started to pound her down against the porcelain and she held onto him, teetering on her perch while he enjoyed her squeezing, straining muscles.

His second orgasm wasn't as explosive as the first. His balls clenched and his stomach dropped. A weak ooze of seed stained her body. He was honestly surprised that it was possible this close to the first, but apparently having Vivienne spread on his toilet with shame in her face was enough to get him going.

"Fuck." He ground into her while his prick jerked. "There's nothing like watching you act filthy". Vivienne looked to the side, unable to meet his eyes. Her face stained red, and she waited for him to pull out of her. He lingered for a moment, and finally moved away.

"Study." He said, not bothering to explain, just pointing.

She was made to walk in front of him again, and when they were both in his study he pushed her roughly over the desk, leaving her bent at the waist with her ass in the air. He stepped back, and she heard the tell-tale click click of his phone for the second time.

"I should've held back." He wasn't going to be able to get hard enough to fuck her across his desk. He pushed his fingers into her instead, starting with two, thrusting back and forth, and then adding a third to stretch her uncomfortably. He put the phone in front of her face while he ground into her, and flicked one-handed through the pictures he'd already taken, looking at them over her shoulder. "Maybe I should print one and hang it on the wall." She stiffened at the idea, and he could feel it inside of her. "I'll get it a nice frame. Don't worry." She burned with discomfort, and apprehension at the idea of him displaying her spread body like some sort of bought artwork.

All of those high emotions translated into need, and she was soon throbbing around his fingers. He pumped faster, filling the room with a thick sclick schlick shlick.

"You hear that Vivienne? You were made to be my little whore." He pulled his fingers out of her and stepped away. "The bedroom's next. It's the door at the end of the hall." He pulled her off of the desk and turned her around, jostling her toward the exit.

He wasted no time moving into the bedroom behind her after she stepped through the door. He was hungry to make her more vulnerable and watch her respond.

"Take off the rest of your clothes." He turned on his phone and hit record, "and turn around so that I can see your face." Vivienne did what he said reluctantly. She turned toward the camera and pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her stomach and lace-covered breasts. Her bra was so thin that he could clearly see the hue of her skin and the dark circles of her nipples. "Cute." He rewarded her with the single word, and then. "Take it off." When she complied he did a slow sweep up and down her fully naked body, then tossed the phone onto the bed. "Lay down and spread your legs." The demand was coarse. It made her drool.

Burning with humiliation and guilt Vivienne laid back on Aaron's bedspread. She opened her legs wide for him so that he could see her wanton, reddened pussy in skin-crawling detail. She was soaking wet, swollen and hungry. Her cunt was winking even as shame burned up from her stomach and into her chest. There was cum already dribbling from the hole he'd used twice to completion, and she was slightly stretched from his repeated attention.

"Look at you." He made it clear that he was doing just that and the muscles in her thighs twitched like she wanted to close them. "So needy. Do you want to cum?" He wasn't going to let her get away with silence this time. "Tell me, bitch."

"Yes." Her voice was so small when she said it.

"Good." He picked up his phone again. "Play with yourself like a good girl while I take some pictures." He could see the reluctance in her face. "Then we'll see about letting you cum." He added. The promise spurred her fingers on and she touched herself tentatively. Aaron took photo after photo with his phone on loud so that she could hear every click while she moaned and arched off of the bed. "Put your fingers in that greedy little hole." He directed her, leaning in closer. She fingerfucked herself for his pleasure, and he collected the evidence.

He dragged himself free of his pants for a fourth time when he had gotten what he deemed to be a suitable number of pictures. "Get me hard and I'll let you find your squirming, shameful release." The demands were adding up, but Vivienne was desperate, and she'd already given so many concessions. She sat up on the bed and stroked his sex-sore prick.

"With your mouth." He smiled at the look of distaste on her face. She put her lips around him and started to suck him soft. "Mhn. That's right Vivienne. Show me what that little whore mouth can do."

No matter how hard Vivienne worked, Aaron stayed limp and satisfied on her tongue. She sucked and licked. She lapped at his balls and nursed them. She pushed him deep, all the way to his base, and nothing.

"Here. I'll help you." He offered. He'd taken his time, watching her struggle with no small amount of pleasure, but now he wrapped his hand against the back of her head and pulled her face flush against his hips, then he started to move, easing her back and shifting forward until she was lying down with him kneeling above her.

She couldn't see the grim satisfaction on his features when he pushed his weight down over her mouth and nose, and then she could see nothing at all. He suffocated her with his cock and she struggled weakly for breath beneath him. "That's how we use a good little whore." His voice was smug. He started riding down over her, not letting her have a single breath while he fucked her desperate face.

He felt himself twitch and laughed in surprise. His motions quickened. He fucked her face harder, until eventually he pulled back and let her have air. She gasped and sputtered, her mouth full of the flavour of sex. He started to throb and grow rigid, hanging over her face.

"I guess you get to cum after all."

He dragged himself down her body and pushed roughly inside of her pussy. She immediately went rigid and arched off of the mattress to meet him. Every part of her was caught up in breathless confusion, born of the things he'd just subjected her to.

"It's so good, Aaron, please." Her mindless words made him throb inside of her, and he sucked in a harsh breath.

"Soon Princess." He promised her. His thumb drew down over her cunt and he rubbed carefully at the peak of her sex. She'd earned this release.

He touched and teased until she was drooling wet around him. He could feel her squeezing every inch of his shaft as he lazily ground himself inside of her. He picked up his phone and started it recording again.

"OK. You can cum." He said, rubbing his fingers in small heavy circles until she started to quake beneath him. As she shuddered her way to release he pulled free until just the head of his cock was pushed into her. He twitched to one more tired orgasm, and eased back as cum spurted from his tip, taking footage of the way it sprayed just inside of her hole and oozed over her quivering pussy lips. "Good girl."

Vivienne took the coffee, already breathing out with relief when he moved behind her. His thick arm crossed over her trim stomach and she felt a jolt of heady awareness at his proximity. His touch only heightened it. She felt the heat of his skin seeping through her sweater, the rise and fall of his chest against her back. Despite his claims. he didn't really know what she wanted.

It was contact like this that made her weak. It was also this that she struggled so hard against...intimacy. Vivienne didn't want to be known.

Her hands jerked around her cup. She almost spilled the coffee inside, and instead hurried to set the ceramic against the marble of the countertop. It clattered clumsily, and a few dark drops of liquid sloshed over its rim. Her eyes ached. A poisonous mixture of melancholy and need made them sting wetly.

She could have sat back. She could have closed her eyes, and pressed her head against his shoulder. She could feel the draw...her body's desperation to fit itself into the perfect little niche he created for it. He may have intended to threaten her, but the reality of what he was doing was so much more vulnerable, unwitting and insidious. She stared out from a stark place...an empty one and felt the possibility of more behind her. Her chest tightened and she jerked forward, desperate to regain her control...to wedge a happy distance between herself and the man who didn't know what he was really taking away from her.

You don't know anything about me." She said low.

<He yanked her closer in response to her resistance.>

Her lips parted. The sudden jerking motion of her body stole the air from her lungs. The theft was accompanied by a sharp hiss. The impact with his chest chased the rest of her breath away and she was forced to inhale sharply. That intake of air brought with it the smell of his soap, his cologne, the detergent from his sheets. It was still early morning. He smelled like bed. Something keener that the knife's edge he'd brought along to torment her cut sharp into her chest. She twisted, and then stilled, aware of the stinging line he drew against her skin.

She choked out a small sound of distress and drew herself upward, leveraging his arm until her ass lifted from her seat. Her body straightened, shifting back against him in a desperate bid to escape. The pain throbbed into something softer and a quick shock of heat followed on its heels, curling through her until the back of her neck dampened. Fear traced its way up her spine and over her nerves, electric and compelling. She arched with a sudden surge of morbid excitement and shook her head.

"You don't want to. Please." She insisted.

<He threatened her further with the knife, aware of her excitement.>

She trembled under that blade. He could feel her muscles twitch and shift, quaking beneath his arm, beneath the mapwork of lines that he was tracing over her. Her jaw fell slack, and the fear that had been slowly crawling its way up her body tingled into something swift and voltaic that made her head swim. Her thick lashes fluttered. Her eyes flicked down, then rolled up toward the ceiling.

Her mouth went dry as he drew a new line on the underside of her small breast. The ragged sound she made was half gasp, half something else entirely; something thick and needy, high and anxious. His words filtered in through the tangled mess of emotion and sensation polluting her mind and she stiffened.

She pushed at the arm holding her still, her fingers numb. She needed space, and he wasn't budging. Instead he pressed the inky flat of the blade against her nipple, threatening the delicate skin and making it stiffen beneath the chill. Her spine arched, her entire body straining into long, curved, trembling lines. Her head dragged against his shoulder, her dark hair mussing itself against the fabric of his shirt.

A swift throb stole between her legs, and her muscles bunched tighter.

She made a miserable little sound in response to his answer. Her chin shifted upward like she was treading some invisible line. If she went under she would drown. The knife dragged and scratched and she fought against the blank desire trying to surge through her. She focused on the marble arches in front of her, forcing herself to trace the dark veins running through them, to sharpen her thoughts as he tried to steal them from her. Every. Single. Fragment of her body wanted to submit, to give in and give up to the pleasure, pain and control. It would be so easy to slip under the hand of someone else, to hand over the parts of her that she kept buried just so that she didn't have to hide them any more. It scared her. He scared her.

At least for him it was only sex.

She shifted in her seat, his ultimatum settling between them. She knew the outcome. She knew her own body. Even if she tried to shove her proclivities deep enough that no one would find them they always sifted their way to the surface in the end. Somehow she couldn't keep herself to herself enough to avoid curiosity, and in Zeke's case that meant inescapable attention.

"I didn't ask for your interest." She knew that her protests were wasted air, but she could do nothing else to escape him.

Fulstone was a normal company in a normal part of town that facilitated normal contracts between builders and interested parties. AJ had a regular job providing customer service to average people at other normal businesses. He didn't think of himself as 'alternative' and certainly didn't consider himself to be kinky. He had fantasies like any guy, and like most people, they included themes he'd never intended to practice in any real capacity.

He'd been out for drinks with the office crowd a hundred times before. It wasn't unusual for everyone to get together at the Dark Horse, or Greene's on Friday nights. He didn't think twice about saying yes when Tera and Abbie invited him to go, and there was no particular anticipation about getting through the day. He assumed it would be like any other Friday. Everyone would be tired after a long week. Most of them would be ready to blow off some steam. They'd drink a few rounds and head home before midnight.

When AJ arrived, he scanned the drink area for a table crowded with co-workers. Everyone usually gathered around a high top near the bar. Some stood, some sat, and they chatted and laughed, tossing back large mouthfuls of beer, or sipping more slowly on stronger things. There was no sign of them tonight. At first glance, the place was largely empty, and he started to turn away, studying the dining area for signs of the usual faces. A hand at his peripheral caught his attention, raising from a corner booth and pulling his attention back. The usual crowd wasn't here, but Abbie and Tera were sitting alone on the far side of the room, tucked into the shadows of a spacious L-bench.

He took off his coat and started in their direction. Greene's always put him in that end-of-the-week mood. Low Noughties music droned from the speakers and mingled with the sound of chatter. A few clinking sounds came from the kitchen, and the grill hissed, letting off steam that made the place smell better than it deserved to. He slid onto the free edge of the booth and drew his legs in. "Evening." He said, looking a little perplexed. Where was everyone else? Abbie and Tera glanced at each other, and then each of them sent a smile his way. "Hey! No one else showed." Abbie explained. "Probably PTA night or something.

Abbie and Tera had both worked at Fulstone for a little bit longer than AJ. They roomed together and were rarely apart at office functions. They were the sort that every guy in the office praised under his breath or crushed over in his free time, and AJ was surprised to find them here without any other company.

He didn't think to doubt their explanation despite the fact that many of the young professionals at Fulstone were single, childless workaholics. The excuse didn't really hold water, but he had no motivation or desire to challenge it. Why would they lie? The moment slid by without much notice. AJ should probably have paid closer attention, but he didn't.

A server showed up to take their order, and they were distracted by choosing drinks. AJ asked for an old-fashioned with an extra cherry and the girls both ordered porn star martinis. The drinks arrived reliably quickly and the conversation was quiet to start. It seemed like he was in for a sleepy end to his work week. Just like any other night at Greene's they talked about work things, copying machines, bad meetings, Glen and his infuriating habit of bringing egg salad for lunch, but as the night drew on and their blood alcohol level increased topics got a little more loose. It was easier to slip into personal discussions when the three of them were the only people at the table.

The girls chatted about their home life a little bit; about chores, bills, and even dates. They conversed mostly with each other, only drawing him in nominally, and he listened quietly, lulled by the companionable conversation going on around him. Slowly they began to focus on topics more firmly related to him. They asked him about his apartment, pets, and his neighbourhood, and moved on to dating. They lured him into comparing stories, and somehow the conversation went from bad dates to bad sex and finally settled on good sex.

Abbie and Tera started to discuss what they liked to do in bed, focusing their attention on each other once again and giving AJ a chance to take a breath and settle into the new topic. The conversation was hushed and playful in the subtle din of the bar. Tera pushed Abbie into admissions, and Abbie laughed while she elaborated. AJ tried to remain relaxed. His hand casually curled around the sides of his glass, and he slouched in his seat, but he couldn't help the little shock of awareness that slid through him every time they spoke about things that he found particularly appealing. He was only human, and the human in him was thinking about Abbie in all of the situations that she was alluding to.

Eventually, they started to nudge AJ, encouraging him to share. It was probably an inevitable turn. He should have seen it coming. Abbie started asking him what his 'best sex ever' had been. Tera teased him when he flushed, and assured him that they wouldn't tell his secrets. He bit his lip and then sat up a little bit straighter. "Oh, it's all been pretty normal." He finally admitted, not looking entirely impressed by his own sexual history.

Both women looked intently at him, and he raised his glass for a bracing gulp.

Well, what would you rather it was like?" Tera asked. She smiled at him, but there was something in it, something hungry and hard. a glint in her eyes that suggested she would swallow him whole. Her demeanour spoke to AJ. He had those deeply buried proclivities, and the way Tera's eyes rested on him made him want to tell her. He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. His eyes dropped to his drink and he tipped the glass to its bottom edge. It was empty, and he was desperate for another to dull his sudden anxiety or at least to keep his hands busy.

"I like things to be less traditional." He finally answered, not sure where he'd found his voice.

"Less traditional?" It was Abbie who spoke this time. He met her eyes. They were intense and interested. She obviously wanted him to go on, so he did.

"I don't want to be in charge." He admitted. His cheeks heated at the words.

Tera ran her tongue over her lower lip and glanced at Abbie. Abbie shot a look back. Tera was like a savant when it came to people like AJ; people who wanted to be controlled. She had an eye for picking them out. It was like some sort of kinky gift, and this wasn't the first time they'd cornered a quiet coworker, though it had never gone any farther than drinks and a chat.

"How do you like to lose control, AJ?" Tera asked. Her voice was a velvet purr.

AJ looked up at her helplessly. His expression was pleading.

"Tell us" Tera's tone had changed. There was a hard authority there. This was the kind of command that slid down AJ's body to his core and rippled out until his muscles were weak. He'd only ever heard the kind of force in Tera's tone in the videos he watched on JOI sites, or in porn.

He ran his tongue over his lower lip nervously. His mouth was suddenly dry.

"I like to be denied." His voice was weak, worried, and he started with easy confessions, small things that progressively got more extreme. Tera led him, and Abbie listened to what he was saying avidly.

"You like to be denied." Tera's smile was catlike. "Like, cages, teasing, the whole thing?"

"Well, I don't know," AJ admitted. "I've never done any of it before, but sometimes I just don't let myself lose control. Even if I want to."

"You don't cum. You mean." Tera had no problem clarifying, and the little smirk on her lips made it clear that she was enjoying his discomfort.

He squirmed in his seat at the realisation. The way she fixed her eyes on him caused his to body quicken. He could feel himself throb under the table and he almost groaned out loud. How had they gotten on this subject? He looked at Abbie in disbelief and she smiled sweetly at him. He could see that she was just as attentive as Tera, even if she wasn't the one steering the conversation. She was chewing on her lower lip thoughtfully.

"Yes." He answered, choking the word out.

"Fascinating." Tera leaned forward, bracing her elbow on the table. "Tell us more."

Their obvious acceptance of his first admission made the next one come easier.

"I like the idea of…of being tied up." AJ Stammered. "Or handcuffs."

"So you want to be restrained while women toy with you." Tera translated his stunted speech into accurate information with a swiftness that astounded him. Was he that transparent? He nodded.

He took a deep breath and looked down. "I Fantasize about getting in trouble." He offered lamely.

"You want to be a good boy for mistress? If you're bad do you get punished?"

Tera's question made him squirm. All of his hot-under-the-collar embarrassment was turning him hot in other places. Abbie giggled, and he shot another glance her way. She seemed to be enjoying herself as much as Tera. His gaze traced back to the other woman. Her expression was a knowing one, not sweet or curious at all.

"It looks like all of this talk is making you more than uncomfortable." She murmured quietly. He felt the sole of a high heel drag its way up his pant leg and his eyes shot wide. Was this really happening? He stiffened on the booth cushion.

Tera leaned over and whispered something to Abbie. The other girl nodded to whatever she'd said.

"Come home with us." Abbie's light suggestion broke the tense moment like a soap bubble.

AJ's ears had been roaring with arousal and embarrassment. The noise subsided with a pop. The sudden quiet was almost worse, and he shuddered at the suggestiveness of the invitation. His cock twitched in his trousers.

"Tonight?" He asked, unsure that he'd heard what he thought he'd heard. This couldn’t be real, could it?

Tera confirmed with a nod, and stood up, flagging their server. She paid the tab for all three of them and put a hefty tip on the table on top of the bill. "Come on AJ. It will be fun" She promised him in that sultry, silky purr.

AJ had to cover his waist with his jacket when he stood up to leave. He headed for his car and let himself into it. Before he pulled away from the curb he waited for Tera's gold sedan to roll past. He turned over his ignition, shifted it into gear and followed contemplating the possibilities of what might happen when he was alone with them. Maybe they just wanted to have coffee. He shivered with anticipation as he merged into traffic. He knew that wasn't why they had asked him over.

When AJ got to the house Abbie was standing on the porch waiting for him. He joined her in the warm glow of the porchlight and she turned around to let him inside.

"I always thought you were cute, AJ. I'm glad you came with us." She said over her shoulder, giving him a slightly shy smile as she twisted the door handle. She pushed past the door and he followed her into the bright warmth of the foyer.

The entry was nice. It was decorated in clean tidy lines. The floor was shiny white ceramic, and a mirror bounced the light and made the space seem bigger.

Their living room was carpeted, and a patterned rug covered most of the floor. Tera's sexy high-heeled feet were planted on its floral motif. She'd taken off her cardigan and was left in only her spaghetti strap tank and pencil skirt. Her black heels and stockings made her impossibly long legs look even longer. She bit her lip in a thoughtful, calculating way that made AJ's pulse jump.

"So you like to be bossed around, AJ?" She had a ruler in one hand and she tapped it lightly against her thigh. "Get on your knees. There."

She pointed to a spot just at the edge of the rug about four feet away from her and AJ looked at her for a protracted moment in wide-eyed shock. She narrowed her eyes at him and he hurried to comply.

Tera wasn't incredibly experienced with dominating men, but she'd always wanted to learn more about it. She had fantasies about demeaning and controlling people like AJ, and she'd discussed them briefly with Abbie. Abbie was a gentler soul, but she was on board with some of the things that Tera thought she might like to do. Neither of them was a pro, but AJ offered them a rare opportunity that they'd decided to grab with both hands.

Abbie walked up beside AJ. Her hand slid into his hair and against his scalp, and a shiver ran down his back. Her fingers curled tightly around a handful of dark strands and little pinpricks of pain rode along his skin. He felt himself twitch beneath his trousers and he gave a little groan. He couldn't tell if this was going to be Heaven, Hell, or some confusing mixture of both. He looked up at Abbie and Tera strode forward, using the end of the ruler to ease his face back in her direction.

"Look at me, AJ" She purred, directing his gaze to her black nylon-clad legs. "Take off your clothes, and give me your belt. You don't need to cover up here." She gestured from the collar of his button-up to his wool-covered knees.

AJ put trembling fingers to the buttons of his shirt and began to pry them from their findings. Abbie was still touching him. The tug of her fingers in his hair made his stomach leap. She teased his scalp and ran her hand down his neck like he was some sort of pet. His chest went tight.

Tera encouraged him with an occasional slap, using the end of the ruler against his bicep, or his bare stomach. He stripped to his boxers as quickly as he could, removed his belt from the loops of his trousers and handed it over. Tera took it, carefully not touching him.

"Good boy" She murmured. "You've forgotten something, though." She prodded the clearly visible bulge beneath his underwear with the edge of her ruler and he groaned again. "Take them off." She demanded.

AJ bared himself to the girls, fully rigid and jumping desperately. Abbie made a little noise that sounded like arousal. She bent over him and immediately touched his cock, easing her fingers around his shaft and stroking until precum leaked copiously from its tip. His hips trembled, and he jerked in her hand.

"You're so eager." Tera drew his attention back to her. Her voice reminded him that he and Abbie weren't the only ones in the room. He could feel sweat break out on the back of his neck from the way his attention was forced to bounce between one woman and the other. "We're going to have to do something to train that little cock of yours." Tera continued.

Abbie knelt down on the floor beside AJ and nibbled at his ear. Her hand kept easing him up to the brink of release and stopping, and he could feel himself aching to cum.

"Your cock is so cute." Abbie's voice was breathless. He wasn't sure what to think about the less-than-impressive description, but his prick jerked in her hand, letting her know that his body liked it.

Abbie leaned down and dragged her tongue over his crown, distracting him with the way that she licked all of the beading fluid away from his swollen, needy skin. His hips bucked up, and she giggled.

Tera approached while he was struggling with his desperation and looped the belt around his neck. He raised a hand and gasped, but Tera quickly redirected him by smacking him sharply with the ruler.

"Be a good boy, now." She snapped, tugging slightly on his makeshift lead. Abbie chose that moment to close her mouth fully over his cock and he was lost. She started to suck and his grip on his control almost slipped.

"Oh my God." AJ whimpered.

He could feel the pressure of the leather around his neck and was fixated on the way that Tera stood over him pulling the strap tight. Abbie's mouth felt so good around his cock, and he knew that he was going to cum. She pulled her hot tongue and lips away from him at the last minute. His aching member jerked desperately in protest. The sound that left his lips was dejected and pitched high with keening need.

Abbie was amused by it, and it seemed to invite her lips to other places. She claimed his mouth roughly and twisted her tongue against his until he could taste himself. Her teeth grazed his neck next, and she moved her body between his legs.

She gripped his cock in her hand and spread her thighs tucking them over his and grinding his shins into the plush carpet as she fed him into her hungry body. It was a tight fit, but she was obviously excited by their little show. Wet gushed over his heated skin and her muscles clutched deliciously around him.

"Don't cum" She warned him, and Tera gave him another sharp smack with the ruler, landing it against the flat of his right shoulder blade. He shook as Abbie started to ride him. He could feel every clenching twitch. His prick throbbed and jerked at the way her muscles wrung at his sensitive shaft. She gave a little moan into his ear. The heat of her breath on his skin sent an electric surge of excitement through him. His body danced upward. .

"Yes, Abbie, please." he panted the words.

Abbie's hips kept riding up and down evenly.

"No cumming, AJ" She reminded him, growing more fevered in her. Her breath was starting to come more quickly. Her words were slightly rasping. She made little mewling noises and her sex squeezed him over and over again. It was the most delicious torment he'd ever experienced. Her hands slipped down his sides and found the curves of his ass. Her fingertips slid inward and teased at the pucker between his cheeks. "Let me in here." She gasped at him hungrily.

AJ's eyes rolled in his head. He was burning up with need and desperate to cum. He held it back, but torrents of precum were leaking into Abbie's body. Abbie toyed with his reluctant hole and he tried to relax, but he couldn't force his muscles to accept her. She pushed the very tip of a finger into him anyway and he gasped. His hips bucked upward roughly. His cock drove hard into Abbie and the woman reciprocated with another inch of her index.

She took her time, pushing deeper, massaging at his insides and searching for the pleasure point a few inches past his asshole. He hunched defensively even as his muscles quivered with pleasure.

"That's a good boy." She breathed, encouraging him to let her explore him.

Tera pulled lightly at the belt, cutting AJ's airflow and making it difficult for him to gasp out any new words. She was careful not to injure him, but she constricted as tightly as was safe, and his face reddened in response.

"Back straight, AJ" She corrected his posture with her ruler, pushing it up against his spine until it dug sharply.

Encouraged by his acceptance of her fingers Abbie pressed a second one into him. "I'm gonna fuck you like this one day, AJ." She promised him, starting to slowly pump in and out, making sure to grind his walls and ease over his nerves.

AJ couldn't hold back any more. He made a few whining noises, pleading with his eyes as his cock bucked inside her body. She settled down hard on him, and stilled her hips, using the fingers in his asshole to push him over.

"You can cum now AJ" She growled against his ear. "I want to feel that filthy spunk inside of me. Come on."

AJ's body arched, and Tera dragged the edge of the ruler over him. She smacked him hard a few times and prolonged the needy build-up to AJ's final release with the sharp pain of the plastic. He finally jerked and spurted his load deep into Abbie's hot little body. She moaned and ground her fingers hard into his ass one more time.

"Good boy, AJ." She murmured, pumping against the curves of his ass cheeks with her slender knuckles until every last drop of cum was milked from his tired cock. "We're going to have a lot of fun together."

"Come on Ashe. Stop clinging to that glass of water like it's going to keep you from having to own up."

Ashe had her glass cupped between two hands. She'd finished her dinner probably forty-five minutes ago, and she was milking the drink like she might be able to hold Than off all night. Her mouth twisted irritably at his reminder, and she swallowed the insult that sprang to her lips with a mouthful of water.

"I'm still not done." she insisted.

A brief flicker of exasperation flashed in his eyes. He raised his gaze to the ceiling like he was begging for patience and stepped closer. Ashe could hear his footfalls and her shoulders lifted defensively as he drew near.

His shadow fell over her and she knew her time was up. He took hold of her glass with one hand and pried her fingers away with the other, forcing her to let go and placing the drink aside. His smell surrounded her when he leaned in. The thick, harsh odour was overwhelming to her keen nose. Her eyes watered and she gave a low, little cough, trying to clear the back of her mouth.

"You know what I told you was happening tonight. You're not going to get out of it."

Ashe could feel the fur stand up at the base of her tail. The back of her neck pricked and she bared her teeth, but she didn't refuse him. She wanted to fight, but she wasn't interested in fighting him. She needed to practice first, to get back out there and learn to take down bigger opponents, because even though she was capable against fighters much bigger than her and much stronger, she'd already lost soundly at his hands in the arena. As a result, she'd given up more than she'd ever imagined she would, and now he was the one who got to decide whether she was participating in any more combat.

Unfortunately, her obedience was what affected his decision the most heavily. She knew that dutiful participation was the only way she could convince him to let her get back out there, but she didn't have to like it. In fact, she hated it.

He gripped her shoulders and she scowled. The shifting of his body exuded more of that musky, base scent. It grew stronger with every passing moment. The unwashed odour burned her nose, pungent and anamalic. It mingled with the smell of his skin, filling nose in a way that made ignoring him impossible. There was no question that he was close. She didn't have to rely on the feel of his fingers digging into her shoulders to recognise his proximity.

He forced her out of her seat and onto her feet. Her body was tense. Reluctance and nervousness made her leg muscles so tight that they felt sore. Dealing with the hulking Smilodon set her immediately on edge. Her tail puffed slightly and Than looked over her shoulder at it with cool amusement. He reached down toward it and it twitched angrily away from his fingers. He gripped the base of it anyway and tugged, forcing her into place in front of him before letting the smooth length of it slide through his fingers, brushing all of the soft fur down flat.

"That's better." His tone was so self-satisfied that she wanted to scratch him. She could feel her fingers curling, but she forced her hands to remain at her sides. Her ears flattened and her eyes narrowed. "It's time to get to work Ashe."

Ashe knew what it was going to be like. This wasn't the first time that Than had made her perform the distasteful task of getting him off with her mouth. This time he'd told her well beforehand. She'd had time to really consider what he was going to do to her.

When she knelt down in front of him she knew what to expect. She pulled jerkily at the laces of his trousers, her teeth bared.

"If I didn't know any better I'd think you were going to bite me." Than gripped her face, his big hand dwarfing it. His palm curled beneath her chin and his fingers bit against her cheeks. She could feel the soft fur on their tips, and the slight dig of claws. She glared spitefully up at him. "Don't bite me Ashe." He warned her, growling. "You won't fight again."

She shook him off, jerking her head to the side and returning to the half-undone laces. Angry tears stung her eyes, but she refused to let them well over her lashes. She yanked the front opening of his trousers wide, and the smell of his cock hit her. Warm, spicy, vile body odour curled into her face in a cloud and she gagged. She could almost taste it, and she knew that soon it would be worse.

His heavy member sprang free of the confines of the leather and bounced in front of her. He was already red and swollen with excitement, and it made the scent of him more potent. She could see milky beads of precum starting to well at his tip. She knew what it would taste like, acrid and salty. It would mingle with the flavours of skin and sweat and cloy her mouth, lingering for hours after Than was done. Her stomach jerked, and she growled, the little rumble growing angrily in her chest.

Her mouth was numb as she leaned toward his lap. She hesitated and he grabbed the back of her head roughly.

"Come on, Ashe. You've done enough stalling for one night." He forced her flush with his hips and ground her face against his shaft. Up close she could see congealed cum clinging to his skin. The thick odour that hung in the air overwhelmed her. She grunted and held her breath. Her lip curled in distaste. He smeared his scent across her cheek and nose, and rubbed himself on her lips. "Open up." The invitation was smug.

She wanted to refuse him, to shove him away and square off, but she knew that the decision to try to escape or fight her way out would only invite worse consequences later. Her lips parted and he pushed against them, sliding past her teeth with a delighted, animal sound of satisfaction.

His cock was too big. Even just taking the tip of him strained her jaw until it ached. His first strokes invaded her mouth, coating her tongue with the flavour of him and cleaning off some of those gooey chunks of leftover semen. She gagged, her shoulders heaving as he shallowly enjoyed her, bucking back and forth a few easy times.

"Don't forget to suck, Ashe" his little reminder wasn't helpful. It was intentionally obscene, just a few words, meant to shock, to grind in the reality of what she was supposed to be doing.

She hollowed her cheeks weakly and he bucked between her lips. "Come on. You can do better than that." His hips eased back and he thrust heavily, one quick warning fuck. "Do better, Ashe."

She sucked harder, her stomach churning. She could taste the sticky remnants that dotted the ridge beneath his crown. The flavour of congealed sex coated her tongue. Who knew how many slaves he'd fucked that day. Her eyes rolled and her shoulders heaved sickly. She began to retch on his prick and he only moaned.

"Mmm." That's good. "

Than's words were half-praise half-taunt. He could see how she struggled with the realities of what she was being made to do, and it sent a thrill up his spine that had nothing to do with the way her hot, slightly rough tongue cupped around the underside of his shaft.

Her mouth was wet and deliciously hot. The way it strained around him created a delicious friction. Her lips hugged him, creating a little 'O' that banded around him tightly and stroked up and down the length of his shaft. The feel of it combined with the suction in a holy grail of stimuli that curled his clawed toes. It was a sensation that he would never grow tired of. There was something so satisfying about forcing his cock inside of a woman who was going to struggle to take it, and if he was being honest, any woman would struggle to take it.

"C'mon Ashe. Milk me. Show me how much you want a bellyful of cum." He felt her teeth graze him, and he jerked at her short hair, his fingers curling painfully and knuckling her scalp. " Do it and you will never be able to do it again." He threatened.

He used the grip in her hair to start gliding her mouth up and down the length of his prick. A little purr of pleasure built in his chest and the forced movement quickened. His cock drove harder against her tongue, and then deeper until he could feel the curve of his tip at the back of her mouth. She gagged noisily. His prick grew with excitement, and another soiled wash of odour hit her. She coughed, drool spilling over her lower lip.

Her face was contorted with the effort of taking him while withstanding the smell. He was far too big to be enthusiastically rutting against her face, but he didn't care. He started to drive past the barrier of her throat and enjoyed the way that tears welled behind her dark lashes.

"Mn. Ashe. Just like that."

He ground deep and moaned, forcing himself into her throat until her nose was pressed into the fur at the base of his cock. Her nostrils flared, filled with the sour, reeking odour of sex and sweat, and the stale scent of unwashed skin. She struggled beneath him. Her knees ground desperately against the floor. She shuddered and coughed, sending more drool gushing past the barrier of her lips. It strung over her chin and dripped messily onto her chest.

Little sounds of obvious distress bubbled out around Than's cock. He could feel the vibrations and the way that her tongue wiggled against his shaft. A surge of blood throbbed through him excitedly.

"Fuck yeah, Ashe. You're so fucking good at this."

She hated him more in that moment than she had before they'd started.

He used both hands to hold her still, one tangled in her hair, and one cupped against the back of her head. His hips pulled back and then he drove forward again. He did not care whether it was easy, or whether it hurt. He'd won this woman. She'd challenged him and lost, and she deserved every inch that he gave her and more. Than certainly had plans to give her far more than just a heavy face fucking. He was going to rut her. He was going to breed her until she was fat and helpless with his child, dependent on him in every single way, her body made his, heavy and reluctant , forced to change by his will. He surged with another rush of excitement. The thought lingered. It fuelled his lust, and he grew rougher in his attentions.

He started to pump eagerly, his hips selfish and bruising against her strained lips. The spit that he churned inside of her mouth made lewd wet sounds as he forced it around his prick. Her throat made strained squelching noises every time he drove into its tight confines. Tears and spit streamed down her face. He could see the outline of his cock sliding up and down her slender neck. He groaned. The visual proof of his violation was almost as heady as the feeling of Ashe's soft wet muscles being forced to give around him. It made him hungry for more intensity. It made him want to challenge Ashe further, to force her to take more, and worse.

He pushed her backwards against the floor, forcing her down until her shoulders were against the cold wooden boards and he was straddling her head. He was starting to lose his awareness, to be overtaken by his instincts, instincts that urged him to just fuck, to just breed. He could feel a fat swell at the bottom of his cock and he ground it roughly against Ashe's chin. The catgirl excited him beyond reason. She pushed him to the edge of desperation, even just being inside of her mouth was enough to incite him to such a level of need that he was going to lock inside of her.

"I'm going to fill your belly this way, Ashe." He promised her. "And then we're going to see what else we can put in there."

Ashe jerked under him at the suggestion. She was no longer able to create any leverage for herself. She was forced flat down with no space between her back and the floor. Her hands scrabbled at the floorboards, her nails leaving little scratches that would have to be buffed out. Thoughts of being bred by the Smilodon invaded her mind as he invaded her throat.

She could barely breathe. She choked on sticky spit and throat slime every time he drew himself back long enough for her to take a breath. Her nose was constantly being pressed flat by his enthusiastic hips. Her airway was strained by the girth of his cock. The little bit of struggling she could do was getting weaker.

The odour of him lingered everywhere-- around her, on her. It invaded her lungs, overwhelming, and all too present, stealing more of her attention, depriving her of sensory information in a way that made it difficult to concentrate on anything except for the hulking Smilodon towering above her and the cock jerking in her throat.

She gagged regularly, drooling and gasping wetly as he thrust. He was relentless, and soon there was a firm pressure against her chin and her lips. His knot prodded at her face and his thrusts grew more frenzied. He started to growl and pound down against her, prying at her, a swelling at the base of him trying to force its way in.

Ashe's jaw ached. She choked on what he was already feeding her, and then there was more, a quick surge of pain as her jaw wrenched wider, a sudden stilling. Than stopped moving, and she felt it. He was stuck.

He grunted in satisfaction. She felt him pulse, throb and then jerk, and heat started to run down into her stomach. She moaned miserably. It didn't stop when she couldn't handle it anymore. Her stomach went firm. It rounded a bit, and that heavy, viscous load was still coming. It surged back up and began to ooze thickly from her nose. It could not escape her lips. She was too tightly trapped on his cock.

"Hn. Fuck." Than said, satisfied, gazing down at her ruined, cum smeared face.

He laid himself out beside her, turning her onto her side, and they remained on the floor, Than stretching luxuriously after a good fuck, her trapped on his prick, struggling with the sheer volume of what was being pumped into her, forced to move to accomodate Than's languid motion. He pulled back slightly and her head went with him. He shifted to ease his hipbone away from the floorboards and she was forced to turn. Her face remained at hip level for a long time. She could only stare at his furred navel and wait for the knot to shrink.

She could hardly breathe. Her mouth was filled to capacity. Her nose was still leaking cum. His cock still occasionally swelled and let loose another wave of virile seed. The flavour of the sticky release was slowly replacing the musky taste of his body with a fresh bitterness that was arguably worse.

It went into her nose, and stained the back parts of her mouth. It coated her teeth and the spaces underneath of her tongue. He had thoroughly violated her, invaded her, and now she could do nothing but endure while she waited for his body to release her.

It took about thirty minutes for that swell to finally go down enough that she could pull away. When she did, the friction of his still too-big cock stirred the muscles in her throat anew. She gagged, and her stomach remembered how full it was. Her shoulders heaved and she coughed and shook. She felt her stomach clench and lift, and then start to expel all of the gooey white Than had fed into her, uncontrollably retching one white sticky mouthful after the other. It poured from her, proof of the sheer volume of his load. It mingled with drool and strung from her lips in thick, glossy slow-oozing white lines. More trickled from her nose, adding to the mess already there, and tears of strain stung her eyes and welled over, streaking her face with red lines.

Than watched in obvious satisfaction as Ashe divested herself of everything he'd just deposited inside of her. He waited until she was done, looking at the messy puddle on the floor.

"I guess I'm going to have to try to fill you up in other ways if you can't keep it down." He chastised. He could feel himself twitch, and the miserable concern that painted Ashe's features only made his blood quicken more intensely. His mouth curved, his teeth protruding menacingly over the smile. "It's going to be a long night, Ashe. I can tell already."

The Deadlands were the places that time had abandoned. They nestled between the cities' bright neons and buzzing fluorescents, remaining small and quiet-- barren in the shadow of progress. The unwitting might hear the hush, see the stillness and call them sleepy or empty. They were anything but. The silence of the Deadlands was not peaceful. It was reticent and deceitful.

It was true that the sallow, colourless landscape remained without those things that the populace attributed to life. Still, far from being empty, the Deadlands were littered with creatures which did not belong in the glaring reality of glowing high-rises and the busy noise of city streets. The vast miles of craggy land and tunnelling caves were for creatures of the dark, those who avoided the muted whine of technology at its peak.

Josef was one of those who fled the noise and the grit of artificial metropolises, though he did not belong in the dark—not really, or not at first. He'd been a man of light and laughter. He'd worked hard. He'd been kind. He knew love, but more than that, he knew the aching sorrow of loss.

Josef had become. He was one thing before he was forced to be another. He sought answers. He sought vengeance, and he saw it all as just. He was looking for the things that went bump in the night, but those minor monsters who haunted the labyrinths of the Deadlands were only a means to an end. His game was something bigger. He hunted what drove the ghouls that haunted the shadows—the source that lay at their heart. He sought to slay the very darkness and to do it without the drone of industry—He sought to do it for her. 'Pellanistra'

It was by this value that Josef measured his life. He was living in her name and fighting for her memory. He would find those who pulled the strings and cut them.

Hundreds of years of investigation had led him here, to the dankest corners of the world, and it was here that Josef spent most of his life. He combed the landscape for signs of those who were more than just grunts. He investigated everything from the darkest pit to the smallest corner, taking very little rest, determined to make progress in his hunt.

Tonight he was investigating a crumbling labyrinth deep in the heart of a moulding deadwood forest, searching for a talisman that would gain him entry to the Farulien crypt, a series of tunnels below the earth on the outskirts of Gaden city.

The night was cold and quiet, holding its breath in anticipation of Josef's ultimate demise, or perhaps in anticipation of his victory. He could hear the things that shrank away from the light, their retreat punctuated by hissing whispers and scraping feet, but their noise was non-threatening. It was in the silence that Josef knew he was being hunted. He also knew he was getting close to what he was looking for, and he refused to slow down for the sake of caution.

The world went eerie still when Naskri was near. Even the bedraggled, starving things of the Deadlands didn't want to risk coming close enough to be caught in her grasp. She felt some satisfaction in the way that they gnashed their teeth and found new corners when she passed, but it was the thrill of the hunt that she was truly taken with.

She'd fought her way out of the primordial embrace of the elder brain by sheer force of will. She'd been smaller and weaker than the others and only her cunning had saved her from a grim fate at the hands of her siblings. Victory over her own shortcomings had allowed her to develop into a full-fledged flayer, petite and curvy, but strong despite her size and femininity. Naskri had honed herself into the perfect killer and she loved the freedom of being fully formed.

She loved the way that she moved and made sure to do it well. Naskri was graceful. She slid around corners and slipped over crumbling walls like a dancer—or perhaps like a snake. The Flayer was all liquid motion and silence. It made her that much better at what she did. She was elite in her own eyes, a hunter like no other, even though she was practically still a tadpole. To her mind, Josef had no chance against her. All for the best, really. She was starving.

When Naskri finally struck she came down fast, descending on Joseph in a disorienting flash of wild movement. She took him from behind, lunging out of the dark with deadly intent. She twined slender, unbelievably strong arms around his broad shoulders and hissed in pleasure. Her tentacles slid over his scalp in an intimate caress. She knew what was beneath all of that flesh and bone, and her soft mouth watered for it.

For days I have been stalking you, human. You do not cover your trail well." She purred the words at him, thick with lust. She was so close to peeling him open and getting what she'd been working for these last several days. "Mmm. I can practically smell it." She murmured, mostly to herself.

She began to slide her tendrils along Josef's Hair and prod for the soft places that would let her in. As she worked, she established a weak psionic link that would subdue Josef and make it easier for her to get her well-deserved meal.

Josef jerked forward, using every ounce of his considerable weight to attempt to rip himself away, but she had gotten a strong hold on him. He'd let down his guard, too intent on his trail to think of Naskri or the feeling he'd had of being hunted the last few days. He began to struggle, and she murmured hungrily at him, her body squirming sinuously in ecstasy.

"When you struggle, it makes it all the more delicious.

A brief shock of wariness sang through Josef. He wrenched back and managed to separate himself from the flayer, spinning himself around and slamming her into the wall.

Every point of contact ached like a bruise, throbbing along the line of Naskri's spine. The sudden pain and the forced separation cut the threads of influence she had been meticulously weaving over his mind.

Josef's abilities were not all physical. He shared some surprising traits with Naskri without being Illithid. He could inexplicably influence the minds of others. Sometimes this manifested intentionally, but a lot of the time it was a reactive or subconscious thing. When Naskri lost her grip on him, he inadvertently invaded her, touching her mind in the same way that she'd tried to touch his. The link that Naskri formed had left her vulnerable to him. She was susceptible to the sudden push, and Josef easily gained ground.

Josef took an aggressive step toward the Mindflayer, raising his great sword and swinging it down. Naskri had the sense to step wide and push herself close to him so that it was difficult for him to strike at her with the long-handled weapon. In doing so she brushed up against him. An alien thrill chased through her. It made her body tingle and her joints weak. She drew a choking breath and desperately clung to his weapon arm, overwhelmed by the feeling of pleasure that throbbed along her nerves. She suddenly no longer had the upper hand, and she wasn't sure why. The flayer was unused to the kind of physical desire that she was facing in the wake of her tie with Josef.

The tenacious, hard-to-shake Illithid kept Josef from being able to swing in with his weapon accurately, and he growled in frustration. He jerked her up and away from him and slammed her down, forfeiting his hold on his blade in the process. He was never going to be able to maintain his distance from her long enough to bring the weight of the sword to bear in any meaningful way. He dropped over her and pinned her to the ground, holding her shoulders and straddling her hips.

Naskri cried out in surprise. She could feel his weight pressing down on her all too obviously. His hips ground unintentionally against hers, and she moaned as an unfamiliar feeling of tingling need rode into her, sending shivers over her damp skin and shooting a sharp thrill through her core. She throbbed desperately. The sudden rush of arousal encouraged her to arch up against him. She surprised herself with her own actions, and when their bodies slid against each other the friction sent new sparks of desire through her.

Suddenly all of the hungry lust she'd experienced at the idea of feeding inside of Josef's skull was made into a physical thing that screamed over and inside of her, amassing between her legs. She shuddered and struggled under him.

"What is this? What have you done?"

Josef pulled a dagger from his belt and lifted it, ready to strike a killing blow. His eyes were full of steely determination, but confusion clouded them when Naskri raised her hands and ran her palms over the breadth of his chest in an almost intimate way. Her hips squirmed under his instinctually, clearly expressing the type of need she was experiencing.

"Please." The Mindflayer murmured. "I do not understand."

Josef was used to the things that lurked in the dark corners of the deadlands, and he had no qualms about ending those that got in his way. Not all of the creatures here were predatory or evil. Many of those who sought refuge among the ruins were outcasts or scavengers, or they were magic users who could no longer find a home in the city. Hunters like Naskri, were in need of culling for the sake of those who were not wandering the wastes for sport. The Illithid was a danger, not just to him but to the others who were forced to travel here. She was one of the monsters who slunk in the shadows and snatched travellers from their paths. He would be doing a service to others like him by slitting the Mindflayer's throat, but something in her eyes made him pause. His hand strayed, and the arc of his blade was interrupted by uncertainty. She had the heavy-lidded, slightly addled look of someone in the throes of passion. It was unmistakable, and it seemed out of place on her face.

Josef had run up against Mindflayers in the past, but he'd never experienced anything like this.

"What are you?" Josef demanded, jerking his hand forward threateningly to remind her that he was only inches from ending her.

Naskri struggled with the question. Josef could see her swallow uncertainly under the drape of tentacles lying slack around her shoulders and chin. She could only think of one answer.

She knew that she wanted Josef in a way that she didn't understand, and her body was making it clear what she was to him. "Yours." She murmured, her voice sounding pained. "Please. I…need." She tried to make sense of her desire. "I cannot describe it." Her hips jerked up against Josef's again, and he looked down at where their bodies met, surprised.

He pressed his forearm hard against the bobbing line of her throat and pushed inward.

"I don't believe you." He growled. His gaze was accusatory. "I have seen what your like do to my kind."

Naskri gripped at his shoulders and coughed, every breath of precious air rasping noisily from her parted lips. "I do not mean you harm." Each choking syllable was pleading. "I am not fighting you. I must know more about what this is." Her purple fingers curled against his armour, tugging at the edges. "Closer." She whimpered, dragging him in. "Master." The word rang out into the hushed quiet, mingling with the mist that marked the end of the day in the polluted, yellowing atmosphere of the Deadlands. Josef blinked in surprise and eased back, letting Naskri breathe a little bit easier. She moaned.

All of her desire sprang from one specific part of her body, an area that received very little attention if she was not bathing. She touched her twitching, needy sex and gave a small cry. Then she reached out and touched him in the same place, exploring, trying to figure out how it all worked. Josef sucked in a breath, and she could feel a stirring hardness beneath her fingers. Instinctively, she squeezed it and rubbed against it.

"Do you understand?" She asked him, clearly looking for some kind of guidance. She gently peeled his arm away from her neck and eased him into a more intimate position. He was stunned enough to let her curve his fingers over her breasts. Her desire throbbed there, and the peaks of her nipples tightened in scintillated pleasure. "Ungh…hnn." Her heavy-lashed lids lowered, and her eyes rolled in response.

She could see the knowledge in his face when she recovered enough to evaluate the situation. He knew what she was doing. He knew why, and she wanted him to ease the frustrated pressure that was beginning to build in her stomach and tighten her chest. She wanted him to show her what her sudden physical response meant. Her body bowed again, and she felt a surge of wet heat between her legs.

"Please. You must help me understand."

Her breathless plea was hushed and full of the kind of emotion that Josef had never expected to see in a mindflayer. The man had enough experience with illithid that he would not easily trust one. He looked Naskri over with hard eyes and weighed the dangers over the possible pleasure. He was still throbbing where she'd pressed her hand over his cock. The kind of innocence that she displayed was disarming and incredibly appealing to him. He wanted to be the one to teach her what it all meant if she was truly genuine.

He hauled her up from the ground, standing in a motion that was quick, balanced and surprising in its grace. He was a fighter. The catlike motion of his bulky body reinforced the fact lest the flayer forget it. He looked over his shoulder and then back toward her. If he was to teach her he would have to take her somewhere else, somewhere safe.

"Very well." He finally answered. "But if you betray me I will have no objection to freeing your head from your shoulders. He punctuated the threat with a hand curled around the back of her neck. "Turn around."

The flayer did as he said, and Josef drew a rope from his pack. He wound it around the delicate bones of her wrists and secured them together at the small of her back. "You do not need to do this." She assured him.

"All the same." He shot back. "I won't be taking my chances with you just yet."

He wrapped a scrap of dirty cloth around Naskri's eyes and led her to the abandoned apartment he'd taken as his temporary residence, hauling her over rubble, and up a set of stairs. She stumbled a few times, and when he caught her, he was surprisingly gentle. He was about to introduce her to things that were intimate, and very personal. He wasn't interested in being a brute about it.

"I am Naskri." She said as she walked blindly in front of him. "I'd like to know your name."

"Josef." He grunted shortly, not yet willing to share much information about his true identity. He understood the need for a little familiarity, though, so he gave her that.

When they arrived at the apartment, he closed the door, locking the various bolts and sliding a few chains into place. He pulled the tattered curtains tight, then he freed the dingy fabric from its place across her eyes and let her see. He didn't untie her hands yet, choosing instead to free himself of his belt and weapon. He turned to place them on a damaged table behind him and felt the heat of her body press close against his back. He turned, and she slid down the length of him. She could not touch him, but she had other means. She nuzzled into his crotch with her nose and mouth, trying to find ways to make him harden and jump the way he had before.

He made a small sound of surprised pleasure, and Naskri felt it again—that stirring hardness between his legs, only this time it was quick and rigid. He'd been anticipating it on the journey here with a surprising amount of enthusiasm, and that made his reaction to the proximity of her face and her mouth all the more impactful. After a brief moment of hesitation, he pulled the laces of his trousers free and eased himself out of them so that she could see what it was that she was eagerly attending.

"This goes inside of you." He explained. It wasn't meant to be a lewd statement, but the words hanging between them made his blood rush. His cock gave a pulsing leap toward her lips.

Naskri explored it with her tentacles, looking up at him from under her lashes as she stroked over it. She guided it towards her mouth. "Like this?" She asked him, pushing him past and into the heat of the cavity. Her tongue and gums met it, pushing down with the sweetest pressure.

"Gods…no--but-- yes!" At the negative answer, she'd begun to pull back. He hurried to correct himself and dissuaded her of the notion by putting a strong hand behind her skull and keeping her there. "Not only there, but yes." His words were a heady hiss. "Suck."

Naskri hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head against his lap, thoroughly coating him with slick spit, drooling and sucking and drawing the soft ridges of her gums against him in eager lines. The noises became louder and more wet. Her movements became more fervent every time he showed appreciation, and his appreciation was expressed more than just audibly. He gave small groans of excited pleasure, but he also jerked and twitched inside her mouth in a way that she was beginning to realise coincided with his delight. She moved faster, pushing him towards the back of her throat, and his eyes widened.

"Naskri." He used his grip behind her head to hold her tight as he pushed past the barrier of her mouth, and bottomed out in her throat. He held himself there, dropped his head back, and moaned while she struggled to handle the sensation. She did not try to pull away, curious and excited by the intense reaction, but her body heaved and she choked as her throat tried to reject him.

After a long moment, he pulled himself back, bringing sticky slime and rivulets of drool past her lips with him.

"This is good, Master?" She asked him, her wide yellow eyes catching on his face.

"It is good, Naskri." He agreed, walking behind her to untie her hands, his cock bobbing lewdly above the line of his trousers. It was time to let her touch and explore. "I am going to teach you more." He promised her.

He gently eased her arms forward, moving them slowly to help her through the pain of repositioning her shoulders. Her muscles were achy after being bound backward for so long. Eventually he guided her hands to her sides, then he moved to stand in front of her again.

"Touch me," he demanded. She lifted her hands and circled the girth of his cock, marvelling at the Steel-velvet feel of this particular part of him. He let her explore for a long moment, and then he gripped her curious fingers and slid them up and down the length of him. "Like this," he said softly. "Your Master likes it like this." He took his hands away, and Naskri continued to stroke him until he was rigid and quivering. A clear drop of precum beaded at the reddened, sorely swollen tip of his cock, and the rigid muscle strained in her hands. "Enough." The word was more gentle than commanding. "Remove your dress." He murmured, his voice thick with longing. "I will show you why you feel the way you do."

Naskri pulled the purple fabric up her body. She slowly revealed long, toned legs, and a flat stomach. Her breasts were high, round, and deliciously bare. There was a scrap of rough cotton wrapped between her legs, which kept her sex from being exposed to the elements. This Josef removed himself, slowly baring her to his eyes and hands.

He touched her, and she gasped. His fingers found the purple folds between her thighs and started to push forward and back, then side to side. Wet came swiftly and readily with the friction.

"Good girl, Naskri." He murmured.

He found the bundle of nerves that sat at the peak of her sex and carefully worked over it. Too much pressure and she would be unable to stand it. The right amount, and she would cum. He could feel her trembling desperately under his hand. He didn't want her to find release yet. He wanted his cock inside of her when she learned that pleasure. He settled on a pressure that was just barely not enough, pausing occasionally to let her recover and to ease the tide of sensation, edging her without letting her move beyond frantic need. Naskri was writhing and moaning in front of him, and she'd taken hold of his upper arms to keep herself standing. Josef led her on a feeble chase, encouraging her to seek her release but never giving her enough to find it.

"Please. Please." She started to beg him. She pulled away and then dragged herself back against him. When the pressure eased, her need grew rather than abating. She didn't understand. "What can I do?! I cannot find it." She could tell that she was looking for something, though she didn't know what. It was something that would send her over the precipice that Josef was balancing her on.

"I must be inside of you." He explained. Perhaps it wasn't entirely true, but for him to allow her release, it was the cost. "Then you will find what you are looking for."

He picked her up, draping her over his strong arms and giving her throbbing pussy a break from his probing, insistent attention. There was a dingy, moulding bed in the corner. A fresh traveller's blanket covered most of the grime, and he placed her on it. He took a long moment to look over her nude body, her slender legs, heavy breasts, and tight nipples. He brushed his fingers over the twin peaks that tipped her breasts, first one and then the other, and watched her arch and tremble.

His eyes drifted down to the soaking, swollen flesh between her legs, and he felt a jerking pang in his stomach. It was matched physically. His cock jumped in excited anticipation. "Open your legs, Naskri. Let me see you." She did as he told her to, and he started to strip away his trousers, stepping out of his boots at the same time. "This is the most intimate part of you." He explained. "And it's mine."

She already thought he was her master. Josef did not feel the guilt that perhaps he should have when reinforcing the idea. An affection moved in his chest that only made him want to tighten his grip on her and stake his claim. "I will show you now."

He moved between her spread thighs and guided himself to the apex of her body. When he ground the head of his cock against her she jerked and arched hard off of the bed. Somehow the heat and texture of his skin made the contact all the more heady, all the more right.

He pushed patiently into her, spreading her around him. The stretching of her virgin hole sent electric thrills up into her, and across every nerve. "Please." She whimpered as he slid deeper.

"Yes," he answered.

He didn't hesitate, driving down hard, breaking through her innocence, and claiming her in a way that she'd never been claimed before. She tried to sit up beneath him, but he held her down. He knew it would hurt, but it was a necessary evil. "Shhh." He comforted her. "It had to be done. It is over now."

He gave her some time to recover from the pain and adjust to his size. He had only thrust about a third of the way into her, and his body burned for more. He wanted to be buried to his hilt in the tight, soaking wet grip beneath him, but he forced himself to move slowly. She was already straining around him, struggling to accommodate him. The view when he looked down at their joined bodies was intoxicating. Her little hole was stretched until it looked like it could stretch no more. His prick bucked and throbbed, and excited spurts of precum shot into her. She made a rough noise of pained pleasure.

"We will continue now, Naskri." He warned her.

He began to ride up against her, drawing back and thrusting forward, his progress meagre at first. He could feel the difficulty of holding back. Sweat beaded on his brow and dampened the nape of his neck. He wanted to rip into her, to take her hard and fast until there was no doubt that he had wholly made her his, but he knew that it would not end well for the petite flayer if he was impatient. He was careful with her. There was plenty of time for him to assert himself once she was used to his size and the act itself. Slowly, he added more pressure. Each time he slid a little deeper, and Naskri went from tense apprehension to liquid need as he worked.

Every muscle in Naskri's body flinched in concerned anticipation at first, but he was patient, and he treated her to slow friction until her little sex loosened and her legs spread a little wider. Soon, wetness was welling around him as he ground himself in and out of her hungry hole. He drove deeper and deeper, and she could feel the pressure filling her deliciously.

He finally buried himself all the way to his hilt, and she moaned loudly in pleasure at the way that he pressed between her legs, his balls sliding against the spread curves of her sex. He stayed that way for a long moment, rubbing himself indulgently over her until the friction spread a new and equally desperate need through her.

Her mouth fell slack, and she looked up at him with clouded eyes. "This is everything. I am yours." She reiterated her assertions from earlier and clutched at his shoulders, and arms. Her nails scratched. Her fingers dug.

Josef reached between their joined hips and began to rub at her clit again, this time with his cock buried deep inside of her. "I will show you what it all means." He promised her, starting to grind over her heated, swollen flesh with real, balanced pressure that would soon send her over the edge. She shook and clutched around his length as he drove her up. Her hips writhed and jerked against his, and her muscles rippled deliciously on his shaft. "Yes. Good girl." He pushed in and out a scant few centimetres, giving in to the urge for hedonistic, rippling friction.

It soon became all too much for Naskri. A few more heavy circles of his thumb made her shudder and tumble. Her eyes rolled and went blank as her body convulsed uncontrollably. She came around his cock, and Joseph let go of his iron control.

While she bucked and trembled, he drove hard into her, slamming his full length to its hilt until he joined her in her fall. He let loose wave after wave of sticky, virile cum, filling her with heat and pressure until it dribbled out around him. He claimed her as his.

I nod and get up off of the couch. "Lie on your back and don't move

My long legs take me easily across the living room and I head into your bedroom looking for something specific. Bad boys get punished and I know exactly how I want to do it. I find something usable, but I have to go through your awful wardrobe to get it. I have an old dress belt in my hand when I finish searchin. It's good enough for what I have in mind. I see a few rolled up bills on your dresser and I pick them up. I'm not into bleeding you dry, but you just left them lying there and I have priority over your life. I tuck them into my bra and return, doubling the belt into a loop.

I lift my hand high and send the strap down over your thigh when I reach you. I do it again, and then I huff haughtily and drop down beside you.

Bad boys get punished, Howard." I repeat the words already shifting through my mind, amping myself up, exciting myself with the idea of showing you who is in charge. There are burning lines across your leg and I use delicate, cruel fingers to stir the skin, making the welts angry, making them sting and ache.

That isn't my main purpose for the belt, even though I enjoy watching you jerk and wince in reaction to your punishment. I loop the leather around your hips, carefully catching your throbbing little prick against your body. I never touch you, but I lock your cock against you by buckling the belt, and then I straddle you, keeping myself raised on my knees so that there's no chance that your unworthy dick will touch my beautiful body.

"Watch me Howard," I say, pulling my skirt over my hips.

I tuck my panties to the side, revealing my pale pink sex. I'm already a little bit wet from abusing you, but I'm going to get so much more slick. I slide my finger over my slit and drag it against my pink folds, grinding up in search of my clit. I start to rub at myself, fucking my pretty body over your trapped cock. I arch and give a little moan. I grind in little circles and my sex starts to drool, getting so wet and the slick from what I'm doing to you that need strings down onto your balls and the places where your cock is not covered by leather, staining you.

Pathetic little boy. You are so....so....so...so" I shudder and start to twitch, my thighs gripping your legs. "Bad." I gasp as my body gives. Everything goes tight as I cum.

I finish and pull my panties back into place. I smear the juices left on my fingertips over your mouth. "Session's over." I announce, glancing up at the clock on the wall.