by Loki Renard
For the first few minutes, she was too mortified to look around or really take anything in. There were quite a number of people around, not great crowds, but more than enough to see her and the state she was in. Paraded before the public with a tail in her bottom and a leash and collar on her neck, Sabine was very much humbled. She could not stray more than a step or two from him thanks to the leash and beneath the skirt her bottom was still burning from the spanking he had given her before they left. Every part of her body was thrilling to the experience, her heart beating fast as she did her best to keep up with him with the plug firmly between her cheeks, teasing her tight asshole and stimulating the wall of her pussy as well.
“You’re being very good, pet,” he praised.
She mumbled something vague back, keeping her head down.
“I think you’ve earned a reward.”
“A reward?” She looked up at him. “What kind of reward?”
His smile was as handsome as it was devious. “A reward we’ll both enjoy.”
They were walking over grass now, in a park where many others were relaxing. Now that she allowed herself to look around, she saw that she was not the only woman with a tail emerging from her rear. There were several others, some with long elegant falls extending from their clothed derrieres, others with smaller bunny-type fluffs of fur. Some wore no tail at all, but all wore their Centillion collars. She was not so very different from the others, and none of them seemed to be ashamed. They were enjoying themselves with their male counterparts, lounging on the grass or sitting and eating picnics or…
“Ow!”
She gasped as Maxim swatted her bottom and drew her toward a rounded bench with a very high back and a gentle curve at the top. It was an odd-looking piece of public furniture, which she soon discovered the purpose of as he pushed her over it and kicked one of her legs away from the other gently in order to spread her thighs. The position made her skirt ride up, showing her pink bottom and bare pussy.
“Maxim, no! People will see!” She tried to get up, but he put a hand on the middle of her back and held her in place.
“Of course they’ll see,” he said, as if she were being a silly spoiled little thing. “This is what it means to be a pet. There is no shame in it. Your body is mine to be displayed and used as I please. Now ask me to fuck you, pet.”
She hadn’t known it was possible to feel a greater sense of hot shame than what she was already enduring, but now he was making her complicit in her own undoing.
“I can’t…”
“You can,” he said, running his hand over her exposed cheeks and tweaking the tail.
She let out a gasp as it moved inside her, the devilish man behind her playing with it expertly, nudging it forward and back inside her so she felt her bottom being taken. His tall frame shielded her rear from most people’s view, but the fact that she was out there in public with people strolling all around heightened the experience greatly. Some of them cast casual glances, others barely seemed to notice her at all.
Not very long ago she had been princess of Ere. People would have fallen to their knees and pressed their faces to the ground as she passed by. And now she was being fondled before the public gaze and it was barely notable.
Maxim’s teasing was beginning to get the better of her as her hips ground back, her pussy left out of his attention as he focused on her bottom and that plug, twisting and teasing her hot rear.
“Ask me to fuck you,” he repeated in a low growl.
“Please…” she whimpered in tentative tones. “Please…”
He ran his fingers down over her slit and cupped her pussy, so close and yet so far from what she needed.
“Fuck me…” The words came out in a soft whimper. They were barely audible, but they were enough.
She heard the sound of a zipper and a second later she felt his cock find her slit. She was wet, slick with the desire that came from being treated as his pet, her body totally under his control. From the moment they’d stepped out into the public square, her lower lips had been slippery with desire. That didn’t stop her whimpering and blushing furiously as he slid himself inside her with a casual stroke, fucking her pussy as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do.
As he stroked himself in and out of her, she got wetter and wetter, her clit slipping over the satiny fabric of her skirt, which was between her and the hard ridge beneath her. She was making a mess of herself, utterly betrayed by her need.
He had his hand on the back of her neck, holding her firmly in place, his foot kicking her left boot gently out a little more so that her legs were spread as wide as they could go as he slid in and out of her, his hot cock spreading her pussy so wide she could barely take it.
Her moans, stifled at first by shame and what remained of her sense of royal propriety soon became cries that traveled through the open air, broadcasting her status as fucked pet to all those within earshot.
Some stopped to watch, others went on their way as she was taken, her pussy juices dripping down the insides of her legs, breasts rubbing against the wood of the bench, protected by the skimpy fabric of a top that barely held them in.
“See, pet,” Maxim said, his voice thick with lust. “There’s nothing out of the ordinary about a pet princess giving her pussy to her master. This is how life is here. This is your life now. My little fuck toy, my pet, having your pussy fucked when I see fit.”
His words pushed her over the edge and she came on his cock, her clit grinding against the bench through the satin of her skirt, her wails of desire carrying across the open spaces, bringing smiles and glances from those around them.
Her lustful response triggered his climax too. She felt his cock drive deep inside her spasming pussy, thick and hard as it could be, pulsing inside her as he growled through his orgasm, filling her bare cunt with his seed with spurt after spurt. Once she was thoroughly filled, he pulled out, tucked his cock away, patted her sticky pussy, and put her skirt back down, all as casual as could be. He took her leash and gave a gentle tug to indicate she could rise from the bench.
“Let’s go, pet. I need to get you cleaned up, messy girl.”
She had thought that the walk to the park was erotic enough with the tail and the onlookers and the leash, but now she had all of that as well as cum coating her inner thighs. The hot flush of humiliation had transformed into a sense of total satiation as Maxim wrapped his arm around her waist and led her back home for a bath.
Chapter Eight
While Sabine immersed herself in the erotic customs of the Centillion enclave, her sensual experiences and expressions growing in number by the day, deep in the heart of Nile territory, something was stirring. The burned-out carcass of the once well-appointed apartment had been covered in soldiers and drones for days, sifting through the remnants of the explosion when what had once been the East wall started to glow. They were unaware of the significance of it and it was by pure chance that nobody was seriously injured or killed when a great gate flung itself into being. Heat and light streamed into the broken apartment, pouring forth like a beacon across the sky.
What had once been a furtive secret hiding amid many buildings was now laid bare for all to see. The gate was open once more, far larger than before. Twice as big and twice as bright, so glaring that those walking beneath shielded their eyes.
General Isodor stepped into the world, at his back a thousand soldiers marched. They poured through the ruins of the apartment that had once housed the secret gate and that was now a site of pure spatial chaos.
The technology Ere had already taken allowed them to shield themselves as they strode down the streets, blocking traffic and frightening the locals. A drone horde swept toward them in a thick dark cloud and burst into a shower of a thousand sparks as they hit the force field. Civilians fled in the wake of the army, brutal in its simplicity, rough men clad in solid plate, head, shoulders, chest, and legs all covered with weighty armor.
A siren burst through the pe
ace of the Centillion enclave, a loud wail that was very much at odds with the peace and quiet of the early morning air. It woke Maxim and Sabine out of their pleasant dozing sleep.
“What’s that, Isri?” Maxim’s voice was hoarse as he opened his eyes the merest sliver. Sabine did not even bother to do that.
“There is unusual activity in the Nile enclave,” Isri purred.
“What kind of unusual activity?”
“Military.”
“Which corporate state?”
“It appears to be a new player, sir.”
Maxim sat bolt upright. “Put the news on, Isri!”
One wall of the apartment lit up with the face of a concerned-looking woman sitting behind a slick desk marked with a ‘C.’ She was sitting in front of a feed showing the burned-out remains of Maxim’s apartment, now glowing brightly like a supernova thanks to a freshly opened gate.
“An invasion is underway in the New New York Nile, with a force appearing in the ruins of the recent explosion which rocked a city block. The leader of the action is an unknown person of interest, unregistered and seemingly foreign.”
The image behind her shifted to show a snapshot of a man caught mid-stride down the city streets, flanked by so many soldiers they took up the entire space between the buildings, moving like a violent river charging through a canyon.
Maxim and Sabine recognized him instantly. His face was partly obscured, but that made no difference. They said his name at the same time.
“Isodor!”
“It’s him! He’s come for me!” Sabine threw herself into Maxim’s arms and hid her face from unfolding events. He held her close, stroked her hair, tried to soothe her even as his eyes were locked on the screen, mind spinning as he tried to comprehend what was happening.
“It’s okay,” he murmured almost automatically. “He won’t get you.”
Over the next hour or so, Centillion footage showed swarms of Ere soldiers filling the Nile-controlled streets. As much as the sight horrified him, Maxim couldn’t help but admire the brazenness of the attack. For well over a decade, the king of Ere had kept the gate secret, but upon losing it Isodor had somehow thrown it open and charged through with all the limited technology he had at his disposal.
He did not wish to make mention of it to the princess, but Isodor’s appearance boded ill for the health of the king. This had all the hallmarks of a rite of conquest, an attempt to gain more territory and cement control of Ere in one fell swoop. He would have been outright shocked to discover that the king was still alive.
“How could Isodor be here? The gate was closed,” Sabine whimpered against his chest.
“Evil finds a way,” Maxim growled.
Over the next few hours, the news grew worse. The loss of life was growing by the minute as Isodor’s troops engaged with Nile forces. There were casualties on both sides and though Maxim expected Isodor to be defeated at any moment, the Ere troops held their own. They were even making some progress, using the terrain to shelter themselves, and the weaponry of the Nile to fight the Nile. Maxim suffered with the uncomfortable knowledge he was responsible for Isodor having access to the weapons in the first place.
The Nile should have won outright, but they were not prepared for an incursion of this kind, and over the course of the afternoon, Maxim and Sabine could only watch as Isodor won a conclusive victory all the way up to the Centillion border, where they were finally repelled by a series of fields they could not cross.
By the time the sun started to set, Nile had lost control of their enclave. It was Isodor’s territory now, and his troops were ringing the river border, entering homes, and confiscating supplies. It was a textbook takeover, as Isodor had carried out many times before. This was a new world, but the old methods of conquest were just as effective.
“What are we going to do? He has the city!”
Sabine’s panic was growing by the moment, and soothing her was starting to become a challenge.
“Isodor has made powerful enemies,” he tried to explain. “He has taken over a Nile enclave, but he faces the might of the entire corporation. It may take some time for Nile to mobilize their resources, but they will not allow themselves to be routed this way, not for long.”
“But he’s at the border of this very place,” Sabine pointed out. “He could come here next.”
“We have a world to travel through. He will have to push through the wrath of the most powerful corporations on the planet. I doubt he will survive the week.”
“He has already done the impossible,” she said miserably. “What’s to stop him doing it again?”
She was deflated and all too fatalistic for his liking. It seemed she had given up at the mere sight of Isodor. All her spirit and fire had faded in the face of the impressive invasion.
“It doesn’t matter how many men he has,” Maxim said. “It doesn’t matter how much he wants you. You’ve denied him once and I will not allow him to take you.”
She nodded, her head hung low. Did she believe him? He didn’t know. He reached out and tipped her head up to him so he could look her in the eye. Something was concerning her. Something more than Isodor’s presence.
“What is it, Princess?”
“How many people will have to die for me? So many have already been killed…”
“It’s not for you,” Maxim said. “This is not about you, Sabine. He doesn’t know you. You’re a trophy to him, nothing more. Besides, he’s not here for you. A general does not bring an army to claim a princess. He brings an army to claim territory. This is an invasion. An ill-fated one at that.”
It was a very long night. Maxim bade Sabine sleep, but he stayed awake, keeping watch. They were safe where they were, guarded by much higher grades of technology, and yet he knew safety had just become a very relative term.
Isodor was not a good man, but he was an incredible general. Maxim had advised the king many times that any kind of hostile action in this world would fail, but Isodor had proved him wrong. Of course, Nile was yet to truly gather its forces, and indeed, Centillion was poised to take Isodor as soon as it became convenient to do so, potentially taking the entire island, but the corporate factions seemed paralyzed by the attack the same way Maxim was. This event was unprecedented. How were they supposed to respond so something that had never, ever been meant to happen?
* * *
Over the following days, the situation worsened. Nile reached out to Centillion and Centillion outright refused to help, creating further hostility between enclaves across the planet. The conflict that had begun between Isodor and Nile was threatening to act as a spark ready to set off the tinder boxes that were intercorporate relations.
Closed up in their apartment, Maxim and Sabine watched as events unfolded. Sabine pleaded with Maxim to run away, but he insisted on staying. It was safer to be in a place where they were guarded by superior technology than to go running away. Besides, he wanted to see Isodor’s defeat for himself, and what better place to do it than from their apartment, which was high enough to look out over Nile territory where the smoke was still rising amid the rebellion.
There was footage of the chaos, footage Maxim told Sabine to stop watching, but that he could not tear himself away from either.
The feeds showed that people were turning on the technology, tearing it from buildings, cutting wires, smashing anything that had any kind of complexity to it. They were giving in to Isodor’s rhetoric, filled with excitement and hope, the chance for something new. They didn’t know that the something new wasn’t necessarily any better, and would probably be a whole lot worse, they just knew they wanted change.
“What are they doing?” Sabine’s question held a note of panic.
“People are defecting to his army. There were a lot of poor people in Nile territory, looking for something to make their lives feel meaningful. Isodor has given them the stimulant of the masses—rebellion.”
“Why would they do that?”
“Because they’re
idiots,” Maxim growled under his breath. “They will starve now. There’s no food grown in that enclave.”
“But there’s a lot of food grown in Ere,” Sabine pointed out.
Maxim ground his teeth. With her simple comment, the full brilliance of Isodor’s plan was suddenly made apparent. Carve out a central enclave, claim territory and manpower, and feed the people with Ere’s production.
They had been sitting and waiting, assuming that they were safe because of Centillion’s superior technology. What he had not counted on was Isodor’s ability to not only drive out Nile, but to go further. It was very possible that he had already begun negotiations with Centillion. The capture of the Nile enclave was so complete, so perfect that Centillion were probably spooked. If it came down to handing over two citizens, or being faced with the same kind of invasion, he already knew what they would choose. They didn’t know that Isodor’s invasion was being staged from a backwards realm. For all they knew a new and incredibly powerful faction had just emerged.
“We need to go,” he said, standing abruptly. “Now.”
“Why?”
“We have to go,” he repeated, grabbing a bag he’d already filled with essentials for if the worst came to worst. He got Sabine dressed in a more modest and form-covering outfit that would provide her some protection from the elements, and together they made for the front door.
It wouldn’t open.
He tried the handle again. It wouldn’t turn.
“Isri?”
“Yes, Mr. Monterey?”
“We’d like to go out.”
“I’m afraid that’s not possible right now, Mr. Monterey.”
“We need to go out. Now.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“Let us out, Isri!” He boomed the words at her and slammed his clenched fist against the door.
“I’m afraid I cannot, Mr. Monterey.” Her calm tones were eerie. “I have orders to keep you contained.”
