Dirty Dozen- P.L.A.Y.- tales of sexual savagery and Daddy's Girl (Dirty Dozens)

by Aaron Evans

  "Yes." My voice quavered just a touch as I looked at him. "I want to be yours."

  "I will use you, little Bunny. Wolf isn't kind, or gentle. Wolf takes what he wants."

  "I know." My voice was tiny, even though a thrill jolted through me at his words. "I know you will use me." I met his gaze, even though I was trembling.

  His smile was wicked. "Good." He took my hand, and led me down the hallway. We passed a Pony-girl being punished with a crop, and an honest-to-god Rhinoceros.

  A Rhinoceros? Who found that sexy? I held off on the obvious "horny" joke.

  Once we were past the people in the hallway, he spoke again.

  "I'm demanding, little Bunny. We're going to use the rest of the weekend to see if this is something that can work. If it does- lucky us. If not, at least we saved ourselves some trouble."

  A small part of me was angry at that. I had given up Rob for him! And now, he was saying-

  He stopped, and turned. I swear, it was as if he could read the emotion on my face. "Hey. I'm not saying I don't want you." His gaze travelled down my body, and he gave a devious grin. "I'm saying that part of taking care of you is finding out if this is what you really want. If it is, I'd love to own you. If not-" he shrugged. "There's plenty of men like Rob in the world." He pulled me to him, and kissed my forehead. The only part of my face that was covered was the bunny nose I wore, so he didn't have to move anything aside to get to my skin.

  So he planned on testing me. Fine. I was okay with that.

  "What- what do you want?" I was nervous and excited all at once. The idea of what he might ask of me was tantalizing. Even though I was trembling, I promised myself that I would do whatever it took to earn my Wolf.

  Here, claimed by him, was where I belonged.

  His smile was like midnight. It was a sharp thing, and for an irrational moment I worried that he could cut me with it. "Come with me." He took my hand, and led me deeper into the hotel.

  It was a lure, an irresistible force. There was nothing I could do but follow him.

  Nothing.

  ***

  Wolf led me past the anime room, where several people in costume were watching Kaiketsu Zorori, one of my favorites. It looked as if this were the episode where Nelly becomes a wizard. We started on down the hallway, when I heard him growl.

  "What is it?"

  He gestured down the hall, towards the bar. "That fucking Kitsune. She's trouble."

  I peered down the hallway. All I saw was a Japanese fox-girl, scantily clad. She looked pretty enough. I couldn't see the problem.

  "I'd rather not deal with her again this weekend. If I take you that way, she'll start trying to trick us both into bed."

  It struck me as odd that my Wolf wouldn't want that. Two woman at once was supposed to be the primary male fantasy, wasn't it?

  "I'll do whatever you ask of me." I kept my voice soft.

  "No." He looked at me. "That Kitsune is trouble. Stay away from her."

  "Yes, Sir."

  He saw me watching the show playing in the anime room, and his smile broadened. "You like that show?"

  I smiled at him. "I do. I watched it a lot when I was young."

  He put his hand on the small of my back. "Let's go inside."

  We made our way to the center aisle of the room. There were thick plush chairs and loveseats set up. About ten other people were in the room, some laying across each other, some napping after a long night. Wolf held his hand on the center of my back the entire way. Then, he sat right next to the wall on one of the loveseats, and had me sit next to him.

  I leaned against him, reveling in his smell. It reminded me of the winter wind, crisp, full of pine and bite.

  He wrapped his arm around me, and lay his head on mine. I was just getting comfortable, watching the show, when he whispered breathily into my ear.

  "I'm going to make you fondle yourself, little Bunny."

  My heart was racing, but I said nothing. I looked up at him, my blue eyes wide.

  He was smiling down at me. "Suck on your pretty fingers, make them wet for me."

  I was trapped in his eyes, held by Wolf's gaze. Slowly, I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them.

  "That will be my cock soon." His smile was sharp again. "I will fuck your pretty mouth whenever I please, Bunny. I hope you like the taste of my come."

  I was getting wet, I wouldn't need my fingers to be all that damp. Still, I sucked them for him, holding his gaze with mine, trembling.

  "That's enough." His voice was an edged whisper. "Now, fondle your sweet little pussy for me. Show me what a good Bunny you can be." He grinned. "Just don't enjoy this too much, or I'll have to punish you."

  I'll admit it- I was terrified. There were three other people on our "aisle," who could directly see me. Wolf hadn't even put me in the corner. He knew full well that other people would be able to see what I was doing.

  One question hung heavy in the air. Would I do this? Would I be his Bunny? I thought about Rob, about everything I had been missing in my life.

  Here, in this moment, I had the power. I could change everything.

  Keeping my gaze on him, I dipped my wet fingers beneath my scandalously short skirt. While it was true that the thigh-high leggings I was wearing gave me a lot of cover, I had no panties beneath the skirt. That had been the first thing Wolf had done- take my panties.

  Fuck. I was dripping wet.

  I kept my eyes on him as I gently rubbed the outer edge of my pussy. I knew he could see the pleasure in my eyes, and I was afraid everyone in the room could smell me. Not that I had a bad smell- I was very well groomed and always clean. But now, my desire for him, my ache to be fucked and used, was like animal musk.

  I played at the edge of my clit, whimpering softly as I looked into his eyes.

  "This is what belonging to me means. Your pleasure, your body, is mine to use when I see fit. I will humiliate you whenever I wish. I will fuck you as I please. Your entire life will amount to being a vessel for my come."

  "Yes." I rubbed faster as he whispered, and my pussy clenched with pleasure. "Yes, my Wolf. That's what I want."

  He leaned closer. "Say it back. Tell me, in your own words."

  Fuck. I was never much one for talking, and the tendrils of liquid fire in my pussy wouldn't help any. Still, I knew what he wanted. He wanted to hear me say what I was, to him. He wanted me to proclaim myself as his property.

  To make it real.

  I took a deep breath, and my eyes fluttered shut.

  "No. You will look at me. Lift one of your legs up and place your foot on the seat so I can see you play with your pussy, then tell me."

  Keeping my eyes on him, I lifted my foot to the seat, and tilted my knee out towards the arm of the sofa. I sat there with my legs gaping widely as I stroked myself.

  "I-" My voice caught in my throat. I took a breath and tried again. "I belong to you. This is your pussy I'm playing with." I bit my lip, feeling my wetness drool over my lips and onto my inner thighs. "You own it. You get to say what happens to it. You get to beat me, to fuck me, whenever you want. I'm your Bunny."

  "Yes." I could see how hard he was in his furred pants.

  "I'm sitting here playing with my pussy because of you. I wish you'd fuck me. I wish you'd stand up, bend me over this loveseat, and give me your cock. I need to smell like you, to have you dripping from every hole I have."

  He nodded. "That's a good Bunny." He caressed my stomach with his left hand, and then gently trailed his fingers upwards. Within a few seconds, he was gently pinching my nipple. "These pretty tits belong to me too. Maybe we should get them pierced."

  My pussy clenched at his words. "I would love- oh... love to get my pretty tits pierced for you, Wolf."

  He leaned closer, "Maybe I can make a party out of it. I'll bring the rest of my pack over, and we'll spend the evening taking turns with you. We'll leave you dripping with come."

  "God damn." My fingers worked faster. "Yes. Please."

/>   "We'll tease you for hours. If you get close to coming, we'll cane your pretty tits." He kept his eyes on me, possessing me with little more than his gaze. “Maybe I'll fuck my pretty Bunny's ass. I can hold a vibrator on her clit while I do it." His whispers seemed to stab to the center of me, to possess me, to hold me like iron chains.

  "Oh. Ohhh." My eyes wanted to drift shut, but they couldn't. I was mesmerized by him.

  "Maybe I'll wait until the moment you come, and pierce these tits. Maybe I'll have one of my Wolf brothers hold your arms over your head, so you can't squirm loose. Then, just as you are about to come..." He let the words trail off, but pinched my nipple harder.

  "Fuck!" It was still a whisper, but I was afraid that I wouldn't be whispering for long. "Wolf, I need-"

  "No." The word was steel. "You may not come."

  I was desperate. I nuzzled into his neck, whimpering softly. My fingers did not slow. "Please." I was panting into his ear. "I need to come for you, need to show you what a good little Bunny I am-"

  "No.” The whispered word was fierce. "Stop playing with your pussy, Bunny."

  I whined softly, but he showed no remorse. I pulled my fingers away, and put my leg down.

  "Suck them clean." His voice was soft, but carried the clear ring of command.

  Keeping my eyes on him, I licked the salty tang from my fingers. I loved the taste of my pussy. As I cleaned my fingers, I realized suddenly that I didn't miss Rob at all.

  This truly was where I belonged.

  "Perhaps my little Bunny would like to put her head on my lap while we watch this show?" A tantalizing smile ghosted the edge of his mouth.

  I couldn't help but smile back at him. "Yes, my Wolf. Please."

  "Do you know what I'm really saying?"

  I glanced down, but just for a moment. "Yes."

  "Tell me then."

  "You want me to suck it."

  "What, Bunny? Please be specific."

  Now that I wasn't cusping the edge of orgasm, it was harder to talk. "Your- your cock. You want me to suck your cock."

  "That's right." He leaned closer to my ear. "More specifically, I want to use your mouth. I'm going to put my paws in that pretty hair of yours and fuck your pretty lips. I'm going to choose how deeply you take me; choose when you get to breathe."

  "Please." I loved how often he made me beg. "Please let me service your cock, Wolf. please let me taste your come."

  "We'll see about the last." He smiled. "If you are a very good Bunny, maybe I'll come in your mouth."

  Then, he put his hands in my hair, and guided me to his lap.

  I don't think I've ever seen a man as hard as my Wolf was. Maybe that was a good sign.

  Maybe it meant that he wanted to keep me.

  I didn't see where the catch was for him to pull his cock out but he did, and suddenly it was out and in my face. It was completely smooth, shaved and clean. My mouth watered at the sight of it, and I felt my pussy clench.

  Yes, I wanted to suck him, but more than anything, I wanted to be fucked. I imagined him ordering everyone from the room and bending me over, right there.

  Then, he was fucking my mouth.

  He was savage. There was no other word for how he took me. It was obvious that I was little more than something for him to pleasure himself with. As I tongued the dark skin of his shaft, I brought my hands beneath his heavy ballsack. He growled happily in his throat as I began to play with his balls.

  Somewhere in the back of my mind I worried that we were being too loud. Not that he was moaning loudly, or that I was whimpering, but that the sheer wet sound of him fucking my mouth would draw everyone's attention in the room.

  Then, I could worry no more.

  It was impossible not to get caught up in the moment. I had to focus to keep my breath, We was literally ravaging my mouth; I was little more than an observer as he plunged his dark-skinned shaft into my mouth, over and over. I loved the taste of his skin, and soon I could taste the slightest bit of salty pre-cum in my mouth as well.

  Still, my Wolf had an iron will. He didn't make a noise, didn't even seem close to coming. It was almost as if this wasn't even for his pleasure, but was more about his dominance of me.

  I didn't care. I loved the salty, spicy taste of him. I loved the poetic motion he fucked me with. I couldn't wait to be on my back, with him towering over me. I imagined him holding me in his bed, his hips fucking me with that same grace. I couldn't get the image out of my mind, and slipped a finger between my legs. As he fucked my mouth, I played with my pussy, relishing in the slickness that dripped from me.

  No man had ever made me as wet as my Wolf did.

  "Look up, little Bunny." His voice was soft, almost loving.

  I looked up at him, and was startled to see another pet standing there, a Tiger. Behind the Tiger, I could see someone else, but couldn't make out what they were.

  "Don't stop sucking me, little one." He squeezed my hair, and I resumed. Seeing other watching us had surprised me, and I accidentally stopped servicing him.

  "They've been watching us since you were playing with your pussy for me earlier. I let them watch. Now a few of them want something else."

  I couldn't say anything intelligible. I simply looked up at him, begging with my blue eyes.

  Yes, my Wolf. The answer is yes.

  That was the only thing I could ever say to him. I didn't know what he was going to let the others do with me, and I didn't care. One thing and only one thing mattered.

  Making him happy.

  He pulled his cock from my mouth, smiling down on me. Then, he looked at the Tiger.

  "I'm going to grab my Bunny something to drink. If you and the Raccoon could clear back some of these loveseats, then we can see what a good little Bunny she is."

  The Tiger nodded, and my Wolf pulled my to my feet. I was trembling, just the smallest bit. Almost casually, I pulled my costume over one exposed breast.

  "Come on, Bunny. Let's have a shot or two. Then we can come back and play."

  I looked up at him adoringly. I said nothing.

  There was nothing to say. This was where I belonged.

  ***

  Less than five minutes later, we were stumbling back into the room. I was laughing about something my Wolf had said, and his arm was around me possessively.

  I had never felt so loved.

  Granted, the two rum shots we had each taken might have contributed some small amount, but to be fair, I was drunk on him before we left the room. I had asked him if he thought I needed to be drunk to do what he wanted.

  "Not at all, Bunny. I imagine you'll do whatever I ask of you." He smiled. "I just want you to do it and enjoy it. This is your first time at P.L.A.Y., and I wanted the alcohol to ease your mind."

  It was easing my mind. He was right; I would have done anything he had asked. But that would have just been me doing something for the sake of pleasing him.

  Apparently, he wanted me to please myself as well.

  Almost gently, my Wolf led me into the room. Now I could see that there was more than just Tiger and Racoon. There was also a Zebra, as well as a wide-eyed owl. I assumed that they were all male, as most women who came to P.L.A.Y. wore next to nothing, as I had, and these wore full suits.

  "Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to my Bunny." Wolf looked around at the others, as if he were making proper introductions. "Bunny, this is Tiger, Zebra, Raccoon, and Owl." He smiled at me. "Tonight, I'm going to watch you suck their cocks."

  Suddenly, this was very real. I clenched to him, just the smallest bit afraid as Owl looked at me with those gargantuan eyes.

  "Wolf, I'm-" I didn't know what to say, exactly. My answer wasn't 'no,' it was that this was suddenly very real, and very intimidating.

  My Wolf smiled at me, a glint of sadism in his eyes. "Don't worry, little Bunny. I'll help you." He reached for his crotch, and pulled his thick cock out again. "I'll let you get started by sucking on the one cock you belong to."

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sp; I smiled. "Yes. Thank you."

  His voice was steel. "Time for sweetness later, Bunny. Get on your knees."

  Slowly, I complied. As I did, I thought about what all these men must see, how I was perfectly outfitted for their fantasies.

  I had my high heel shoes on, with stockings that came up to my thighs. I wore no panties underneath my ridiculously short skirt, and then I had on a rabbit-fur bikini top. It was all finished off with a cottontail, rabbit ears, and a cute bunny nose.

  I looked absolutely designed to be at the P.L.A.Y. convention. This was exactly the kind of situation that the men jerked off to, probably nightly.

  I was a dream come true.

  "Fondle your wet pussy, Bunny. Show my new friends what a little whore you are."

  "Yes." It was a scant whisper. "Yes, my Wolf." I dipped my fingers back into my aching pussy.

  God, I was so fucking wet.

  It's hard to describe the sensation I get when I dance my fingers in the wetness of my cunt. It's not a wetness like anything else in the world. It's like molten metal, and slick like quicksilver. Just the tiniest bit of my wetness is enough for me to be fucked for hours.

  And now, on my knees, masturbating for strange men? I was like a fountain. I was liquid passion. Seconds after stroking my clit for the first time, my hips were writhing. I knew that every man present could smell my pussy. I didn't care.

  "Fuck. Oh, fuck." My whimpering was a high pitched mewl. My eyes drifted as Wolf walked over to me, his thick cock jutting from his skins.

  Just the sight of it made me want to come. I wanted to submit, to lay back and let him mount me. I wanted to go to sleep every night, covered in his come.

  Then, he was wiping his cock on my face.

  "I told you I'd use you. I told you this wasn't a game."

  "Yes." I looked up at him, my eyes begging.

  "Is this still what you want, little Bunny? Do you want to be owned by a Wolf who will pass you around like a pitcher of beer? Do you want to be with someone who will regularly fuck you until you cry?"

  I said nothing.

  While I played with my pussy, I leaned forward, my eyes on him.

  I swallowed his cock.

  His eyes drifted upwards in pleasure as I sucked him. I was like a madwoman, like an ancient dionysian reveler. All that mattered was the salty sweet taste of him, was the music of his moans as he fucked my mouth.