The Hunter's Pet

by Loki Renard

  “I do not like them either.”

  They walked toward the transporter in silence. The nasty gnawing feeling was back. She looked up at him and saw very little in the way of expression on his face. He seemed neither upset, nor angry, nor happy, nor pleased, nor any emotion she could place.

  “I should not have left the house,” she said as they stood on the transporter. “It was a mistake.”

  “Yes,” William agreed. “It was.”

  Nothing more was said about it as the transporter swept them first up into the air and thence toward William’s domicile. Though there was plenty of room on the platform, she pressed close to his side, taking solace in his strong presence.

  At first he did nothing, then he put his arm around her. She knew she was in trouble, but the small gesture reminded her that he cared.

  The moment the transporter stopped, she bolted into the house without being told. She made straight for her room, for the bed she had so missed during those hours in the crate. Burrowing into the sheets, she curled them around and around until she was wrapped up in a soft plethora of comforting scents. The sheets smelled like her, like William, and like home.

  She heard him enter the room behind her. “You are in trouble, Sarah,” he said grimly. “But I’m glad you’re home. Get some sleep. You will need it.”

  His words sounded ominous, but all Sarah heard was the warmth contained in them. He cared. He cared and that was all that mattered.

  *

  The following day was not at all pleasant for Sarah. It began shortly after she awoke and ate. William was in his office. She could hear him in there, working away with fast tapping. The sound made her nervous, but it was even scarier when it stopped.

  She was eating a sausage when William emerged. A pair of spectacles were perched on his nose, making him look a little more serious than usual. A little less hunter, a little more… something else. He looked over the rims and she felt an excited fizz in her loins.

  “Sarah,” he said sternly. “Finish your meal and see me in my office.”

  She still had half a sausage left, but she couldn’t seem to find an appetite to consume it. Abandoning her meal, she went and found him.

  “I’m ready,” she said in a small voice.

  William removed his spectacles and laid them carefully down in front of him. “I told you not to leave the house,” he said. “And you did. I told you that the city was dangerous, and you exposed yourself to it regardless. Why would you do that?”

  “I thought the danger you meant was a different sort of danger,” Sarah tried to explain. “I am used to danger.”

  “But not the danger of the city.”

  “No,” she agreed. “Not the danger of the city. I am used to creatures that stalk and attack. Not men who shoot bolts of hellfire and lightning and cage their prey.”

  “There is no hunter more dangerous than a human,” William agreed. “The pet catchers do not often get to flex their muscle. When they do, they are quite diligent in their duties.”

  “You didn’t tell me that I might be caught,” she said. “You didn’t tell me anything in particular.”

  “I told you not to leave the house. That should have been enough.” His tone grew curt and she knew that argument was not a good idea.

  Lowering her head, Sarah looked toward her toes and hoped that he would take pity on her. His next question dashed that hope.

  “What did I say would happen if you left?”

  “You…” She couldn’t finish the sentence. He had promised to discipline her. He had promised to spank her. She shouldn’t have been afraid of saying that, in fact ordinarily she wouldn’t have been, but something had changed since her visit to the kennels.

  “I said I would spank you until sitting comfortably was a distant dream,” he said, finishing her aborted sentence.

  “But I don’t want you to.”

  “You don’t want me to?” he almost chuckled. “Well, you had a chance to avoid this, and you decided to take the action that would lead to it anyway.”

  “What is the point of this spanking?”

  “The point? It’s to teach you how to behave.”

  “By punishing me for what I did?”

  “Yes.”

  “But I was already punished. I was caught. I was… shocked. I was scared.” She looked up under her eyelashes, giving him a pleading look.

  “I’m sure you were.” He stood up from behind his desk and came to her, wrapping his arms around her slender frame. “But being scared yesterday doesn’t mean you won’t be disciplined today. You have to learn to listen to me, not to ignore what I say and learn your lesson the hard way.”

  His hand slid from her waist to her bottom and patted her cheeks lightly. “You won’t need your clothes for this. Take them off.”

  Standing back, William waited for her to obey. She could sense that it was important to do as he said, to prove that she had learned her lesson, but there was no task more difficult than disrobing for the sake of punishment. It was a kind of submission that could not be forced, only given. She was not sure she could do it.

  “I…”

  “You take your clothes off every time you bathe,” he said, seeming to sense her dilemma. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

  “It’s more fun taking my clothes off when you take yours off too,” she said playfully.

  “Off with those pants, brat. Quick.” He did not seem receptive to her banter. If anything, he looked more stern than he had before, his brows drawing down in one hard straight line over his dark eyes. He was so handsome when he was strict. Just being in his presence made her loins water.

  Hooking her fingers in the waistband of the light leggings, Sarah pushed them down over her hips and let them fall to the floor.

  “That will do,” he said, apparently losing patience. “Bring your bottom here.”

  Her bottom was attached to the rest of her body, though in that moment she rather wished it wasn’t. Oh, to be able to detach her cheeks for punishment and take them back when he was done spanking them. The thought was silly, but it kept her calm as she sidled forward.

  He sat down on the deep comfortable couch and drew her down with him, pushing her upper body over his lap and then easing her over more until her hands met the carpet and her hips were pressed firmly against his thigh. The tunic rode up high over her bottom, leaving the target area quite bare and vulnerable.

  She expected a spanking. What she got was something else. He gently spread her thighs and then her cheeks, pulling one away from the other to bare the most intimate and sensitive parts of her body to his gaze.

  There was a dabbing sensation against her anal bud; a cool goo had been deposited there. He began rubbing it in with the pad of his thumb while she wondered what on earth he was doing. This was supposed to be a punishment, but the slow swirling circles of his finger on her bottom hole made tingles zip up and down her spine.

  When he began putting pressure on the tight aperture, she complained. Her complaint was met with a swift swat to her cheeks and a renewing of the pressure. He was trying to put his thumb inside her bottom.

  “What are you doing?” The question was redundant, but the sentiment was very real. She had no idea what he was trying to achieve. Her bottom was not part of his purview surely. The probing of his thumb made her feel very vulnerable and even a little scared as he massaged the oil ever deeper.

  Something shiny and elongated with a round tip and a flared base was held before her nose. His finger was still probing her bottom as she looked at the object, which was much thicker than a finger.

  “This is a plug,” William said. “It is going in your bottom.”

  “Why?”

  “You’ll see. Relax.” He tapped her bottom, urging her to release some of the tension built up in her body. She was in a frame of mind to accept his discipline, but this was pushing it much further than she had ever imagined. This was an intrusion beyond any other, one which left her
quivering over his thighs as he pressed the lubricated bulb of the plug against her bottom and began sliding it past the tight ring of her sphincter.

  “Relax,” he said, tapping her bottom again. “It’s easier when you relax.”

  “Easier for who?”

  “Both of us.”

  He pressed the plug a little more firmly and it pushed past the barrier, seating the tip of itself in her bottom. She did not care for the sensation; it was very odd. She felt full and spread and exposed in a way she had never felt before. The feeling was amplified when he began toying with the plug, pressing it into her bottom, then pulling it out a little, fucking her with the sleek object.

  “There’s not a part of you that isn’t mine,” he purred. “I expect to be obeyed in all things, especially orders given for your safety.”

  Grasping at the floor, Sarah panted her assent. The plug was being slid deeper and deeper inside her with those tantalizingly slow fucking thrusts. Finally, he pushed it right to the flared base, leaving her full and spread. Without a word, he started spanking her, his hand cracking against her cheeks, making the plug jump inside her tender bottom.

  A hard spanking was bad enough by itself, but delivered to a bottom already full of plug, it was quite a shamefully stimulating experience. Sarah gasped and wriggled like a fish as her body responded to the sharp stimuli that was quickly translated to an internal drubbing as the plug bounced in her bottom.

  “No more!”

  “No more?” William paused for a moment to pat her bottom. “We’re only getting started. Before this is over, you’ll have my cock deep inside that cute little ass of yours.”

  “No! It’s too big.”

  “That’s what the plug is for,” he said calmly. “It’s to train your bottom while I train your mind.”

  Possibly the worst part of the entire experience wasn’t being spanked, or plugged, or even the way William was so calm about his intent to plunder her rear—it was the way her body was responding. Her nipples were rock hard and she could feel lubrication between the lips of her pussy that had not come from any little bottle.

  The stimulation was turning her into a wanton little slut, so needy for his touch that she would accept being plugged and even fucked in her bottom if only she would also be allowed to cum. His fingers brushed lightly over her pussy lips and a shiver of pleasure ran through her body. It was a brief respite, for he returned to the spanking part of the agenda with even more gusto.

  His palm bounced off her bottom, whacking great red splotches against her jiggling round cheeks. The pain was muted by her arousal, transformed into something pleasurable and spread throughout her body. Her bottom felt hot, but she no longer really felt any pain. A slight discomfort perhaps, but it was overwhelmed by the other sensations vying for the attention of her nervous system.

  “You’re enjoying this.” He cupped her pussy and rubbed, smearing her juices over the flat of his hand, which he then brought down against her lips, spanking between her legs. Her puffy slit bore the brunt of the punishment. He was not slapping her hard enough to cause serious pain, but hard enough for her to know that she was indeed being punished on every part of her body. Her buttocks, her bottom, her pussy. In between swats he rubbed her lips, caressing the heated flesh that parted beneath his fingers.

  Finally, he could take it no longer. With a low growl, William lifted her up so she was straddling his waist. He freed his cock and without a word, slid into her pussy, his thickness spreading the eager walls that clenched around him, welcoming him in. There was not a part of her that did not want to make amends for her wrongdoing. Her eager little cunt bathed him in sweet juice, easing his passage as he slid all the way inside her until his pubic bone ground against the nub of her clit.

  “I can feel that plug inside your tight little ass,” he drawled, reaching down and tapping the base of it so it jumped inside her.

  She was stretched wide around two intrusions, either of which could have made her cum alone. But she was not allowed to cum. She was allowed to sit on his cock and take it deep inside her as he guided her hips up and down, making her fuck him. It was far from the worst punishment Sarah could have imagined; she was taking a whole lot of pleasure from each and every stroke. Even the plug felt good, making everything tighter and more filled.

  Just as she was starting to think she might have gotten away with something, the plug slid out and was replaced by something hotter and larger, something infinitely more concerning that had left her pussy and was now heading for a completely different channel. Sarah grasped William’s shoulders and whimpered as he began to slide into her bottom. The lubricant eased his path, and the plug had done away with much of the resistance, but she still felt a hot stretching, which made little apologetic sounds escape her lips.

  “Naughty pets have their bottoms fucked,” William drawled. He was being stern again, his expression commanding as the head of his cock sank slowly inside her. “Naughty girls have their asses filled.”

  In spite of the lecturing and embarrassment, it was starting to feel good. There was a rushing, flushing sensation of blood and excitement that was stimulating her pussy and making her clit throb with urgent need as William slowly but surely claimed her bottom for his own. Sarah gasped and moaned as he thrust in and out, every thrust making her ass submit to his will.

  “Your face is very pink,” he drawled. “I think you might like this. I think my pet might like having her bottom filled with her owner’s cock.”

  He stilled and began rubbing his hand over her empty pussy, his fingers massaging juices into her puffy lips but avoiding the bud of her clit with deliberate precision. He was toying with her, playing with her sex while she moaned and squirmed, her ass clenching helplessly around the hard rod of his cock.

  “Look at me,” he ordered as he slid one finger inside her dripping pussy. There was little relief in the motion, it was yet more teasing, more erotic torture designed to make her realize just how very much control he had over her aching, needy body. He slid that finger in and out slowly until she begged for more and was rewarded with a second finger, which was still not enough.

  William chuckled as she squirmed her hips, working her bottom on his cock and her pussy on his fingers. He was enjoying it all a little too much for her liking, but there was nothing she could do. Her bottom was spanked and it was fucked and she was going to have to wait until he saw fit to give her any kind of release.

  Placing his hands on her hips, William locked her in place and began thrusting again. Her clit throbbed as her pussy clenched against nothing. It was her bottom being fucked, her bottom being filled. She had been too naughty to have her pussy fucked, she understood that clearly. Bad pets had their bottoms stretched around thick, hard cocks that sped up with each and every thrust.

  William’s breath was coming shorter. He was thrusting harder. He was going to cum. He was going to cum inside her bottom and there was nothing she could do about it. That knowledge, along with the repetitive grinding of her clit against his lower belly brought her climax on just as he slammed himself deep inside and thick streams of cum spurted inside her naughty bottom.

  “Have you learned your lesson?” he panted as he asked the question and slapped her bottom hard just in case she hadn’t.

  “Yes!” she promised, hiding her face against his chest to show contrition. “I won’t ever go out without you again, I promise!”

  There was no verbal response, but the gentle kiss on the top of her head and the hand nicely rubbing her flaming cheeks told her that she was forgiven as his cock slowly softened and slid out of her bottom, leaving his hot cum to seep out of her plundered hole.

  Chapter Five

  Sarah was napping in a beam of sun that was falling on William’s most comfortable couch when William came by and patted her bottom. “Come on, get up. We’re going out.”

  “Why?”

  She was feeling lazy, lying in the warmth without a care in the world. William’s home was a com
fortable nest of a place. It was not as good as anywhere in the wilds, but it was the best place in the city by far.

  “We need to get you something to wear.”

  “Why?”

  “Because what you’re wearing isn’t exactly feminine, or even that comfortable, and half the time you don’t wear anything at all, which I don’t mind, but you might find you like having something nice.”

  “If you say so.” Sarah was not in the mood to disagree with William. She was enjoying being on his good side. After her ordeal in the kennels, she was appreciating just how nice he was a whole lot more than she used to.

  “I do. Now let’s go.”

  The journey into the city was not pleasant. Sarah preferred her method of transport, but William flat out refused to let her leap from roof to roof and meet him down in the markets.

  “We travel like civilized people,” he said firmly, nudging her onto the platform.

  “Civilized people travel as if they’ve forgotten what the ground is,” Sarah complained. “It’s hard, and if you hit it from a great height, it hurts.”

  “You’re not going to fall off. Come on.”

  She didn’t really have any choice, so she ended up clinging to the ridiculous platform all the way down to a part of the city where great doors were hung with brightly colored banners and large windows were filled with the most garish display of colored robes and leggings and other items of clothing.

  Their arrival in the area caused immediate reactions. People drew back and looked at one another in consternation. The attention made Sarah uncomfortable. Their gazes were hostile and she feared that someone would call the catcher again. Huddling close to William, she wished fervently that they could just go home. She said as much, but he did not allow it, of course.

  “Come on,” he said. “You’ll feel better once we’re in a store.”

  He led her into one of the oversized shops, where Sarah was amazed to discover that rows and rows of robes hung on racks, more clothes than anyone could possibly need. There was enough clothing there to keep the entire city in green and orange and purple and colors she didn’t even know.