by Loki Renard
“And what price do you pay?”
“With the way you behave, Princess? I suspect my accounts are going to take a severe hit. Pets are expected to be well behaved and fully trained. There are fines for every infraction—Centillion’s way of encouraging men to be responsible owners.”
* * *
His pet. She looked into his handsome, noble face and tried to hide the little squirm of excitement that hit her hips as she heard the term. When he spoke about owning her, she was reminded of how it had felt to have his cock in her mouth, sliding back and forth over her tongue. He had simply taken her there, no permission requested, just the casual and total domination of her mouth and before that… her virginity had been no match for him. If she understood what he was saying, that would happen again and again and…
“The first rule of being my pet,” he said, his eyes locked on hers, “is that you are sexually available to me at all times and in all places. If I feel the need to take you here at home, or out in the public square, you will submit to that. You’ll take my cock in your mouth, your slit, and…” his fingers slid back from her pussy and found the tight little hole further back, “here.”
“Not there!”
“Oh, yes,” he purred, his finger wriggling against that tight bud. “You’ll know you’re mine when you feel my cock deep inside this little hole.”
“No!” She blushed furiously at the mere thought of it.
“You’ll beg for it when the time comes, Princess,” he murmured.
She wanted to hide in the covers, not because she was truly frightened of him, but because he had thrust her into an entirely new kind of existence. She had entered this world as a naive princess, but he was turning her into a woman whose body thrilled to his touch. What Sabine was feeling was a different kind of fright, a fright that made her wonder what she was capable of, and what she would do for him.
Chapter Six
“A new life in a new land,” Maxim murmured in Sabine’s ear. “Quite an experience, no, Princess?”
Under other circumstances the words might have been encouraging, or perhaps celebratory, but in that moment they were a dark kind of tease, for she was chained to the floor on her hands and knees, her collar attached to two short chains that lead to two tie points on the floor. Maxim had spent hours making preparations for her training, and now she was captured most thoroughly.
He had given her little warning before taking her from the bed, stripping her of all clothing, and chaining her down. She had not paid enough attention to those chains, and when he clipped them to the collar she found herself immediately trapped in a position that was far less than delicate. Chained that way, she had to either lie on the floor or kneel for him. At first she tried to lie down, but he’d slapped her bottom until she raised it for him and he commanded her in rough tones until she was in the perfect position for his perversions.
Maxim showed her no fealty, though she was by all rights still his princess. He handled her as if she were chattel, something he owned, and though that should have infuriated her, the sheer novelty of it alone stunned her into compliance—not to mention the rush of arousal she felt having the handsome man’s hands on her soft form.
Now his cock was sluicing in and out of her pussy, his hand on the back of her head as he thrust roughly in and out, making her cunt his own. She was trapped between the chains, able to toss her head but not much more as he fucked her ruthlessly.
The thick ridge of flesh surging in and out of her made her blush all over, her head pressed to the floor by his strong hand as he encouraged her rear higher with swift slaps to her bottom. When Maxim took her, he took her totally. She could feel her lower lips gripping him, so tight around his thrusting hardness she felt as though she was being split in two as he now found even greater depths with her knees spreading, her ass high in the air, her breasts rubbing against the woven flooring, nipples stimulated by the carpet.
He let out a grunt of pleasure and pulled his cock free, pulling it all the way out and then plunging it back in. She could hear her pussy making embarrassing wet sounds with every stroke. She was soaked with juices, her arousal flowing so freely it slicked her inner thighs.
“This hole is starting to adjust, pet,” he murmured down at her. “Your tight little cunt is beginning to love your master’s cock.”
He spoke so crudely, and she knew it was on purpose. Every time he said such things, her pussy squeezed his cock harder, her inner muscles reacting to his words. She did not know why her body responded so powerfully to him, but it hardly mattered. What room was there for thought when her entire being was under his control?
Maxim pushed that thick rod back inside her so slowly her toes curled with the tantalizing sensation of being filled, then he pulled it out and she felt it slide against not her slick slit, but the tight little star above it.
She gasped and jerked forward, her collar preventing her from going very far as the chains went taut.
“Easy, pet,” he murmured, pressing the head of his juice-slicked cock against her anus. The tender little spot tightened immediately in an effort to keep the invader from breaching her rear defenses, but Maxim was not trying to push inside. Not yet, anyway. She could feel him toying with her bottom, the head of his cock hot and hard against that place.
“You can’t…”
“Oh, I absolutely can,” he growled, leaning down over her. She felt his cock at her bottom and his mouth on her neck, kissing and nipping and then catching her nape in a possessive bite just above the collar. It did not break the skin, but it was hard enough to make her yelp and in that moment of gasping sensation the very tip of his shaft slipped into her previously untouched rear. He was far from penetrating her properly, but she felt the tight ring give way a little and knew that should he so desire he could thrust himself deep into her bottom the same way he had taken her pussy.
He held himself firm there, letting her feel what it was to be conquered, utterly vulnerable beneath a man with ferocious lust. Her soft whimper accompanied his slide away from her rear. He was showing her mercy, for a moment. Sabine heard him get up and cross the room. She heard running water and the sound of washing and then he was back, kneeling behind her again.
She braced herself to feel his cock pushing inside that impossibly tight hole, but he did something different this time. Instead of hot flesh, she felt a cool gel at the very bud of her bottom. Her little curious whimper made him chuckle in that resonant way that made her feel warm to her very core.
As scary as he could be, as strange as the things he was doing to her body were, as far as he was pushing her into levels of sexual depravity, she knew instinctively that she was safe. He was in control and he was looking after her, even now as his finger swirled against her winking bottom, pushing further forward than his cock had.
Slowly she felt her rear give way to the intrusion, his finger plunging into her bottom with a gentle but insistent motion, twisting through the cool lube that was warming with her body heat and becoming even slicker and more slippery. The feeling of being penetrated there was strange, not unpleasant, exactly, but perhaps not pleasurable either? Though there was a thrill, a tingle, at the knowledge that she, Princess Sabine of Ere was chained down and her bottom intruded upon by a large man who had been whipping it since he met her.
As he slid his finger deeper, past the first knuckle and through to the second, the sensation grew and with it, the pleasure. Her clit and pussy were now entirely empty, ignored for the moment. Having him play with her in a much more forbidden place made her pussy clench as if desiring a cock that was not there. He was withholding it from her, making her take his finger in her ass instead. Her hips slid back with a tentative seeking motion, eliciting another dark chuckle from her captor.
“I think my pet princess likes this,” he said, slapping her left cheek with his free hand.
She blushed and closed her eyes, as if that would help the embarrassment. Of course, it didn’t. With her eyes closed, her
senses all focused on the sensations. The cool collar at her neck, straining when she slid forward on the twin chains. The finger in her bottom, moving in and out more easily now as her rear capitulated to Maxim and the tight ring of muscle began to accept what was happening and relax to allow it.
A second finger soon joined the first and before long, Sabine’s bottom was stretched what felt like must be obscenely wide, fingers gliding in and out of her ass, her pussy still very much bereft of any touch, tormented by what it was missing out on.
Then he slid his fingers out and she braced herself for the intrusion of his cock, but it was not that hard shaft that pressed inside her. Instead it was a thick, tapered rubbery thing that did not feel like human flesh at all.
“What…” She gasped the question as it seemed to grow larger with every little bit it sank inside her. “What is that…”
She felt something soft brushing against her upper back and tried to look over her shoulder. She could not quite make it out thanks to the collar keeping her head more or less forward, but she was sure she caught a glance of some kind of curled fluffy thing extending from between her cheeks and up over to the small of her back where it curled again, outward this time, in the fashion of… well… in the fashion of a tail of some kind.
“What does it feel like, Princess?”
The rubber had stopped moving inside her. It seemed to have been stopped by a wider part at the very bottom.
“I can’t see. I don’t know.”
He let out a soft chuckle and reached forward to unclip the chains.
“Come here,” he said, taking her by the hand and drawing her to her feet. Walking was not easy with the tail in place. It felt very strange having a filled-up bottom. But when he led her to a mirrored surface, she forgot all about the strange feeling. Curling up from her bottom was a tail, a fox-type tail dyed a similar shade to that of her own hair.
“Is that real?”
“It’s real in the sense that you’re really wearing it,” Maxim said, his green gaze sparkling. “It’s not a real animal part, however. It’s synthetic.”
It was so strange, to see herself with this new appendage, the soft brushy sensation not entirely unpleasant. It almost looked… cute?
* * *
She looked adorable with her tail, Maxim mused approvingly. Her wide blue eyes, her cascade of golden hair flowing down over her shoulders, and then the fluffy rise of the tail that complemented her pink rounded rear very nicely indeed.
It was Centillion custom for owners to tail their pets, and an easy way to distinguish between a pet and the occasional traveler from another enclave who might be allowed a visa to visit.
He turned her to the side, bent her at the waist, pushed her hands against the wall, and slid his cock into her pussy. She was still slick and wet, her hot cunt ready to be taken. The mirror was now on their left, and he could watch her as he fucked her. More important, she could watch herself, see how her tail-filled bottom looked as she was taken from behind.
In the mirror, it was very apparent how much larger and stronger he was. Her delicacy had drawn him from the beginning, but now he saw the contrast of his thick muscled thighs and back, each of his arms wider at the bicep than her thigh. She was so much smaller, a woman at his mercy, a pet to be fucked thoroughly so she would know her place.
Maxim reached up and took a hold of the hair at the back of her head, ensuring that she kept watching as he took her. She did not struggle against him; if anything she seemed to be entranced by how she looked, her breasts bouncing behind a sheer curtain of hair that fell forward from her shoulders as her beautiful body was used as nature had intended it.
Her cunt gripped him with every stroke, the plug in her bottom making things even tighter. He could feel the soft yet firm ridge of it inside her, narrowing her pussy just a little as he spread inside and heightening the sensation for them both as he pushed his cock past again and again, rutting deep inside her.
Sabine’s moans and whimpers were music to his ears, little sounds of pure surrender as she gave herself to him beautifully. Maxim took his spare hand and slid it around her belly, finding her clit and as he fucked her against the wall, one hand still in her hair, his hips pounding against her tail-filled ass, she let out a cry of pure pleasure and her cunt grasped his cock with an orgasmic force so intense that his climax was torn from him, her greedy walls milking him as her bottom bucked against him, his dick buried deep in that bare pussy as he unleashed load after load of hot virile seed inside her.
He strummed her clit, pinching and spanking and fucking her through the orgasm, riding her roughly as she screamed and wailed and writhed on his cock, her tight little hole wrapped around it as she came hard and with one final whimper of surrender, would have collapsed to the floor on weak knees had he not caught her just as she slid from his cock, her cunt leaking his cum.
Chapter Seven
Life in Centillion territory was certainly very strange for Sabine. Every day brought some new experience, some new excitement. Maxim was a demanding master and he rigorously enforced the new rules and regulations of the world in which she found herself.
That did not mean she was compliant with them. Many of the customs seemed strange and embarrassing to her. The tail, in particular, was a sore point. He insisted on putting it in her bottom whenever she was remotely naughty, a reminder of her place, so he told her. She would argue that she had the collar around her neck as a reminder, and then he would reply that clearly it was not reminder enough and then she would find herself over his thighs with her anus spread according to his will.
She was in that very position now, for more embarrassing reasons than ever.
“I thought we were going out,” she complained. He had not allowed her out of the apartment much since they’d arrived, something about not trusting her to behave herself, or not run away.
“You have to wear your tail in public,” he said, spanking her bottom as she protested. She was lying over his thighs, a position he had taught her to assume when it was time to take her tail. But it was embarrassing enough in private. She couldn’t imagine how it would feel to be seen in public with it.
“I didn’t see anyone else wearing a tail when I came here,” she whimpered.
“You weren’t paying attention,” he said, lubricating her anus, his finger pushing inside her tight bottom hole to swirl the slick lube inside. She almost found this part worse than the actual tail. Wearing an inanimate object was one thing, but having her ass fingered so casually was quite another. Every part of her belonged to him, he made that quite clear.
He pulled his finger free and she felt the much thicker tip of the rubber plug sliding in, spreading the ring of muscle as she squirmed and whined. He paid no attention to her complaints, focusing on making sure the tail was nice and well seated in her bottom.
“Settle down,” he censured as she wriggled her butt away from him. “Or do you want to go out with a hot bottom too?”
“I don’t care,” she muttered rebelliously. It was the wrong thing to say.
She felt his arm snake around her waist and lock her into position, and then his hand came down against her rear with a firm slap. Sabine let out a yowl of pain and made an immediate apology, but it was too late. Maxim was teaching her a lesson, spanking her bottom hard. The worst thing about it was not just the stinging pain she always felt when he disciplined her, it was the tail inside her ass, bouncing inside her with every slap, stimulating her deep in that shameful place.
“You’re going to care, pet,” he rumbled down at her. “Or you’re going to have a very sore ass for a very long time.”
“Owwwww!”
“Do you understand?” He propped his thigh up a little higher, raising her butt and the tail that was so perfectly designed to curl up and away from her cheeks, leaving him with all the target area he needed.
When she didn’t answer him right away, he redoubled the effort to spank her, his palm catching her bouncing rear cheeks
over and over until all she could manage was an incoherent and continuous wail.
“Maxxiiiimmm!”
“Do you understand, pet?”
“Yess!” she gasped as her butt started to feel as though it had been stung by a swarm of hornets. “I understand, oh, owww, I understand!”
“Good,” he said firmly, swatting her still. “Because if you act up out in public, I’ll be doing this again. You’ll be thrashed bare in front of anyone who wants to watch.”
With that he tipped her up from his lap, slapped her bottom again, and told her to go put her clothes on. There were not many clothes for her to wear, just a little skirt with a tailored slit in the back for the tail to slide through and a matching top and boots. She dressed in front of the mirror, turning this way and that, the tail so embarrassing. Everyone would know exactly where it was stuck. They would know that her bottom hole was spread around thick rubber. They would know that she was a pet. That she was owned. They would know that every hole belonged to her master.
“Ready, pet?”
Maxim was standing by the front door, one last piece of potential embarrassment in his hand. A leash. It matched her collar.
“No,” she whimpered. “Not that too.”
“You ran away last time,” he said, drawing her forward. “This time I’m not taking the risk.”
The leash snapped into place with a significant ‘click.’ Sabine was now spanked, collared, and leashed, with a tail stuck between her bottom cheeks and on public display. She blushed furiously with every step they took as Maxim led her out of the apartment, to the elevator she had once found so frightening, and then out into the Centillion public square.
It was strange, walking with a tail, feeling it bob between her cheeks, the soft top of it brushing her back. She had to keep up with his pace as they walked too. If she stopped, he would give a light tug on the leash and move her along.
