Star Abduction (Commission story)
This story is a commission that I received from a friend. Don't know if she has an account here or not, but that's beside the point. Character Timoe is copyright to her. Rammstein is copyright to themselves. Standard age warnings apply.
The elephant grinned at the ticket master as he took the slip of paper she offered him, and slipped by him with a larger smile. It was excusable, considering that all the others around her were wearing the same smile, and for the exact same reason.
Everyone around her was dressed much the same way that she was. A shirt with the name 'Rammstein' on it, the same band that they were coming to see; black leather pants that hugged the skin tightly, and attractively in the case of most of the audience that were gathering around the stage at the other end of the arena she'd entered; some of them were even wearing the same kind of beads that she was, though most of them didn't carry nearly the sheer volume of beads that she was carrying on her person. Timoe chuckled a bit to herself as she rubbed some of them, remembering a bit of what she had done with them. Nobody here would believe her if she told them, but she knew what these beads were for, and that was all that mattered.
It wasn't that hard to make her way through the growing crowd, even when she reached the tightly clustered group of fans near the stage. There were times when being a little bulky was a good thing, and the elephant enjoyed using that to her advantage. Sometimes, when others around her were being obstinate, the bulkiness that others called fat was just so convenient for shoving them around, and since she was an elephant, larger and stronger than most others she could run across, she could get away with it. She chuckled as she remembered the last concert she had gone to, and she'd actually managed to get one part of the crowd to go over like dominos. Funny. As. Hell.
Sadly, there were few people that she could really do that to here. Most of the fans were a lot more accommodating than others were at the other concerts, even down at the stage. They even moved out of the way before she had to ask them. Timoe blinked a couple of times at them, and shrugged her shoulders as she stepped to the very front row. If the others were going to give her a good spot without her having to fight for it, she certainly wasn't going to say no.
From the front row, she could see everything that was set up over the stage. The instruments were ready, and this close, she could see quite a bit of things that weren't visible from the back of the audience, or even just from a few rows back. The stage was dusted with a fair bit of contained dry ice, and she knew that would be uncovered to let out a lot of steam/smoke stuff to make the stage look more exotic, more interesting. She could even see the holes that some flames would shoot out of later.
But that didn't hold her attention for very long. Timoe could hear a few other sounds above the sounds of the crowd around her, and she looked towards the left side of the stage. The stage was uncovered, as was the backstage portion of the stage that could be seen from her spot. Timoe glanced beyond the stage, thinking she might see some of the group talking with each other, or maybe even overhear them. Her large ears had to be good for something, after all, and she would listen in if she could. Any of the fans here would, and she wouldn't have been surprised if a few bats were already trying.
Rather than seeing just a few members of the group, however, the elephant saw the person that she came to all these concerts to see. She saw the person that was the lead singer of the group, and a total magnet to her libido. It was Till Lindemann! Gasping softly, she stared at the oblivious musician, and admired his large, sleek, hairy body from her place.
The large minotaur never wore shirts during his performances, and he certainly wasn't wearing one now. Each time that he shrugged, or moved any part of his upper body, she could see the muscles under that coat of fur and skin flex heavily. She gasped softly at the sheer attraction of him, and she watched as several of the stagehands moved over to the minotaur. They were oiling his fur, making it shiny, beautiful. She couldn't help but envy those stagehands, at that moment.
An idea poked at the back of her mind, but she ignored it at first, considering the idea insane. As much as she liked the idea of kidnapping Till Lindermann and having her way with him, particularly with him all oiled up and shiny like this, it was ridiculous. How would she get him out of here? How the heck would she even make sure that the others here wouldn't come chasing after her after she got her paws on him?
She stopped thinking as she realized that she was rubbing the beads around her neck with one hand, and the beads around her wrists with the other. They would help, Timoe realized, but did she dare do this? Did she dare kidnap the idol of her dreams?
Looking over the stage again, looking at the shiny minotaur that was flexing a bit in front of a mirror, she realized she certainly did.
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She checked herself out as she moved into the shadows near the backstage entrance. The transformation from one species to another had been pretty easy this time, but it wasn't something that always went off flawlessly, so she made it a practice to examine herself before moving out into public again, just in case there was something out of place.
The orange-red fur that most vixens seemed to have flowed down her thinner arms, and over the bouncy bust that so many of the species seemed to prefer. Feeling herself, she smiled at the softness of her breasts, and at the way that they almost defied gravity with their pertness. It seemed a rather unfair advantage to the already well loved species, but considering that she would likely have to seduce her idol before she could get him out of here, she would take whatever advantages she could get. The curves of her hips and waist would make it even easier, and to top it all off, she wore nothing more than a bikini. If the minotaur had the slightest love for females, he would fall on his face with a third leg propping him up when he saw her.
Giggling at the mental image, Timoe lifted herself up past the stage, and ducked past the curtains that had been lowered over the dressing rooms and other things that were backstage. Judging by the clock over the entrance, she didn't have a lot of time before the rest of the crowd showed up and the band came out to perform.
The backstage area wasn't all that well stocked. There were a few mirrors, and a few doors that blocked off the rest of the space from others, but that was it. Timoe would have thought that the band was elsewhere, maybe even in a trailer of some kind, if she hadn't seen one of the band members exit a room and walk away. Sneaking to the door, she realized that the few doors were the actual dressing rooms, and since they each had the name of the band member that used it emblazoned on them, it wouldn't be that hard to find Till Lindermann in all his sexy, oiled up glory.
Her new vixen form was quite adept at creeping, she was finding, as she walked along the hallways backstage. Each time she walked by a door, she examined the gold lettering that covered it, and shook her head each time. Each door led either to another band member, or a producer, or a director, or a manager, or something like that who didn't really do anything for the band, not to the level that Till Lindermann did. She shivered again at the thought of his body under hers, and had to force herself not to reach between her legs to rub at the growing wet spot down there.
It wasn't just her eagerness to get to Till that made her speed up her search, after the first few doors. It was the thought of getting to him too late for anything, or taking too long and being found out back here. The males of the band were quite lusty after all-all the magazines covered that fact-and while her elephant form was good for handling males that were pushier than she liked, this vixen form would be almost helpless against them. It didn't really help that she was already feeling like she was in heat, either, and transforming back in view of others wasn't an option either. Nobody was allowed to know the secrets of her shapeshifting.
Eventually, however, she managed to reach the dressing room of her idol. She slowly rubbed a claw around the letters that spelled out Till Lindermann's name, and grinned to herself as she reached for the doorknob. It felt like the culmination of a lifelong dream to Timoe, to finally meet her idol and then get laid with him...so long as she could pull off seducing him. Looking over her bikini clad vulpine body, she didn't have any doubt in the matter. This body was eminently qualified for this.
With a deep breath, she pushed the door open, and looked inside. The minotaur was still getting a little more oil on him, this time self applied to his head. She watched with a pounding heart as the bovine stood up, and slowly turned to face her. His beautiful face, strong, masculine beyond all her dreams, stared at her with a bit of confusion. She cast around for her words, trying to put them into a sentence in her head, but came up blank.
The minotaur looked down at her for a few seconds, and smiled. "Did the guys send you back here? They said something about getting a local or something," he said, his voice slightly touched with the accent of his German background.
Timoe flashed back to another article that had been in one of the magazines about Rammstein. They were rather notorious for picking up some girl or another, usually a hooker that was pre-approved by the manager, and having their fun with her, one member at a time. Usually, from what the magazine said, it was Till that had the first go at her, and he was assuming that she was this tour's girl. Bless her luck! Quickly extending her paw, she offered it to be shaken. "Yes, they did. I'm Sheila," she said, using the first name that came to mind for a vixen.
He smiled at her, and she nearly melted from the way that it just glowed. "Well then...Sheila..." he said, taking her paw and shaking it, "why don't you get more comfortable? I'm sure that swimsuit could come off quickly."
She couldn't risk that. If she stripped in here, she wouldn't get him anywhere near the door, let alone outside to the car. She had to keep him moving. Giggling softly, she shook her head, and stepped back in a teasing manner. "Mmm, it could indeed," Timoe said, one hand behind her back holding the doorknob. "But I bet I can give you an even better time, if you come with me."
The minotaur grinned before her eyes, and closed the distance again. "I bet you could. But why go anywhere else, when we have a nice private room here, and nobody's going to bother us for a while?" he asked, his hand closing around her left breast, groping her through the swimsuit. Oh, she was going to make him squeal for that later, she promised herself as she forced the smile to remain, playfully swatting at his hand.
"Ooh, but half the fun is doing it in public, instead of private," she said, holding onto his wrist as she opened the door. "Come on, just a quickie in the parking lot, at least, hmm? I promise, it will be worth it," she whispered, putting as sultry a tone as she could on the promise.
It seemed to work, because Till grinned and followed after her. When his hand reached out and clasped her backside, she shivered, but kept walking, leading the minotaur along behind her. She could almost smell his musk and arousal building with each step, and despite the risk of pushing him too far, she put an extra swish into her hips. Timoe wanted this male quite hard and ready when he got out into the parking lot, and she meant to make sure that he was so lusty that he couldn't think of anything else. Lusty males were the perfect prey for equally lusty females like her.
She managed to work her way around several different band members, each one grinning at her and at Till Lindermann as he followed behind. Worried that they would blow her secret, they seemed to just take her as an assertive fan, and let her go along her way with an encouraging glance to their lead singer. If they knew just how assertive she was planning on being, she doubted they would have been so kind about this.
Eventually, she made it to the parking lot, and she smiled back at the minotaur as he followed her. She gestured at a small, dark corner of the parking lot, quite close to the door. "Why don't you get yourself ready, and I'll be with you in a second." She had gotten him out of the stadium, and now she just had to get him to the car. That would be impossible as a vixen, but as an elephant...
Timoe backed up as the minotaur walked away, stepping into the shadows and pulling his pants down. She watched with a small smile, seeing his testicles swaying between his legs as he stripped down. Shaking her head, the shapeshifter pulled herself back together. This was not the time to just admire him and forget what she had done this for. She had to do this shifting while he wasn't watching, or this whole thing could fall apart right here and now.
Ducking back behind one of the cars, Timoe focused on the beads again, and on the power that she kept secret for so long. She felt it running down her body, filling her, as she shed the skin of a vixen, and shifted back to the shape she preferred. She flexed her thick arms, and smiled as she watched her little bit of chub flow as well. "No way he's getting out of this," she whispered to herself.
Flexing once more, Timoe pushed herself upright and jogged to the little corner her minotaur was waiting in. She chuckled as she heard the sounds of his hand stroking up and down his dick, and sniffed lightly through her trunk. It was a delicious smell to her, the scent of male arousal, and she was going to make sure that she got a lot of it before the night was over. Till Lindermann, the hottest minotaur around, was going to be hers. The only bad thing about it was that she was never going to be able to brag about it to her friends.
She moved quickly, jogging over to the minotaur. A quick movement of her trunk wrapped it around the singer's neck, and she squeezed enough to cut down on his airflow. Her arms grabbed his from behind, and she made sure that he couldn't reach up or around, keeping all the leverage for herself. It was easy to tell how long it would take him to collapse from lack of air, and she listened carefully to the sound of his breathing until it was completely soft, slack, the same as his body.
As soon as she was sure that he was unconscious, she let go of his neck. Her trunk was going to be needed to carry this hunk back to her car, and then some. The minotaur wasn't exactly light, after all, and he was both tall and muscled. If she had another person-if she dared to share this with anyone-this would have been a lot easier, but she couldn't, so it wasn't.
Slowly, she dragged him across the parking lot, avoiding the incoming fans and ducking behind the already empty cars when they got a little bit too close. If anyone saw her with the lead singer of Rammstein, there wouldn't just be cop problems. There would be a full out orgy with the more hard core fans. That was something that she just wasn't willing to deal with. For that point, she just wasn't willing to share this guy with them. With someone as pure yum as this guy was, she didn't think that there was a person that could blame her.
Eventually, she got to her car, and she quickly popped the back door open. The minotaur was a tight fit, slipping him back there, but she eventually managed it. He was all twisted up like a pretzel, and some of the excess oil that was rubbed on him was soaking into the seats, but she could deal with that. She stroked his still exposed penis, enjoying the pulsing warmth against her palm before she shut the door again.
As soon as she was in the driver's seat of the car, she heaved a sigh of relief. She had actually pulled off the kidnapping of one of the best looking lead singers currently in the country, and she had him at her mercy. She could do absolutely anything with him. The elephant chortled as she turned the car out onto the road, and anticipated the pleasure of what she would do with her prey in the backseat.
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It didn't take long to get back to her apartment. The old stone building was dark, since most of the renters were asleep by this hour. Most people with jobs were asleep at this hour, considering that they would need to get up early tomorrow for their job. All the better for her, the elephant thought as she pulled the unconscious minotaur from her back seat. He was bulky, very bulky, and if she wasn't an elephant, she doubted that she could have dragged him, let alone carried him.
She winced lightly at the sounds of the minotaur's hooves clattering on the stoop of the building, but Till was quite unconscious. He didn't even stir at the feeling of his hooves clattering against the steps of the stoop, or against the doorframe as Timoe dragged him inside.
A few times, as she pulled the minotaur down the hall, Timoe was forced to pause as she heard noises on the stairs. The stairs were right beside the hall she was in, and her room was all the way at the other end of the hall. Someone looking down from the right angle would be able to see her, but if she didn't make any noise, they wouldn't have any reason to look down at her.
It was difficult not to make any noise, though, considering how bulky her 'prisoner' was. Till Lindermann was no lightweight-not that any minotaurs were-and she was having a hard time carrying him in this shape. It would have been impossible in another shape, as the shapeshifting didn't give her additional muscles, really. It only turned her into an attractive looking specimen of the species she chose. Usually, she didn't mind that. Right at this point, she was considering trading that beauty for some additional strength.
"You couldn't have been a little bit less muscular?" she whispered to the minotaur as she dragged him down the carpet covering the floor. A skinned being might have had something to worry about, but the longer fur of the minotaur would keep him from getting rugburned. "Never thought I'd be doing this, or I would have gotten a little bit of exercise in during the last few months," she muttered as she wiggled herself and her captive a little further back in the hall.
Fumbling around her with a hand for the doorknob, Timoe slowly pulled her door open. It took a bit of adjusting of her grip under the minotaur's arms, but she was slowly able to pull him into her room. The little bump that the door rested on when it was closed caught Till's pants, though, and they were pulled down to his ankles as she tugged him the rest of the way in. She barely got him inside before noticing that the pants were off, and she hurriedly grabbed at the tight pants and pulled them into her room, and out of sight. It wouldn't do for the other tenants to find them, considering they likely had something in the pockets that would identify their real owner.
In the act of hiding those pants in a corner, Timoe heard a soft grunt, and a moan. She froze before slowly turning around and looking at the minotaur. He tossed a bit in his unconscious slumber, but he was starting to move around more with each minute. She couldn't have that. If he woke up before she was ready, there was no way that she was going to be able to have her fun.
Grabbing him by the shoulders, she pulled him up onto her bed. It was just a little small for the large minotaur, and small for her too, for that matter, but it would have to do. She was pretty sure that the weight limit would handle the two of them, though. Pretty sure. Those words came at her again and again as she hurriedly tied the minotaur to the bed frame, spread-eagled and stripped to nothing. By this point, the oil rubbed into his chest was soaked in, but the shine remained, glinting in the soft light from the single overhead light bulb she kept in the room.
She stepped back, examining her work. It was obviously hasty, but the two ropes on each arm and leg seemed sturdy enough, and the handcuffs that were added to the wrists would make sure that Till Lindermann wouldn't be able to reach down and free his legs. If he was strong enough to break out of that, there wasn't any real use adding anything else. Someone strong enough to rip that much off would be strong enough to pull the bedframe along with him.
Chuckling softly, she sat down and stroked herself between her legs, through the tight black pants she wore. They were already wet from her arousal, and she chuckled a little more at the feeling of her pants getting a little wet from her touch. "I'm going to have so much fun tonight," she whispered to herself.
Still, she forced her hand away from her sex. There were a few more preparations that she needed to make before her idol woke up, and if she was going to do them, she was going to have to wait for her pleasures until later. The thought of them nearly made her walk over and mount the minotaur right then and there, but she managed to hold back. There would be time for that later. She smiled to herself at the thoughts of what she would do, but again forced herself to push those away for now.
With a deep breath, she set to work. Opening her dresser and closet, she pulled out a few tighter pairs of clothing, including a crotchless, skintight latex suit for herself. She grinned at it, sliding it over herself after first stripping down. It was a good fit, and she thought that it had better be, considering she had stripped down to nothing for the clothier to make sure that it fit her correctly.
Chuckling a bit at that memory, Timoe slowly turned around to the other things that she had pulled out of the closet. A whip, several candles, and even a leash and collar, in case she decided the minotaur could be trusted unbound. Those were a lot of fun, if she used them right.
The elephant strapped the whip to one hip, and the candles to the other. A quick look confirmed the presence of a few matches on her dresser top, and she pulled them down, opening the matchbook and striking them. She let it burn for a few minutes, growing hot before fading, dropping it to the hard floor before it could burn her fingers before striking another one. She continued, burning out four matches and letting the bitter, sharp tang of sulphur fill the room. She could see that it was making the singer wrinkle his nose, and she suppressed a small chuckle to herself.
"If you think that's bad, Till, wait until you wake up," she whispered, walking across the room until she was standing beside the bound bull. She chuckled softly to herself, reaching for a few lines of twine that she had hung from the ceiling. Slowly, she wrapped each of the candles in a length of twine, each one hanging over another part of her kidnapped singer's body. Slowly, she struck another match, and pressed the flame to each wick, watching them slowly take on the flame's head. Already, the wax was starting to flicker a little bit, melting back along the length of the candle. It wouldn't take long before the hot wax would drip down onto her delicious minotaur.
She pulled her chair over to the side of the bed, smiling down at the sleeping male. He wouldn't be sleeping for long, so she wanted to take in all that she could of his handsome face, his marvelous body, before the hot wax started falling on him.
The well oiled fur glimmered in the candlelight, and Timoe almost wished that she was seeing that from across a table rather than from where she was now. It would have been nice if this was a romantic kind of thing between her and this idol, this hottie, but she was realistic to know that just wouldn't happen. Two different worlds and all of that stuff might make for a trite saying, but it didn't make it any less true.
Sighing softly, Timoe leaned back in the chair and waited. That was all that she could do, now, until the candles melted enough for the wax to start falling. Of course, there were other, less painful ways that she could wake this hunk, but none of them would work so well as this, not in conjunction with what would come after.
So she sat and watched, and waited, as the first little droplet of wax fell from the candles. They had been lit within a minute of each other, so the candles were dripping wax one after the other at regular intervals, quite regular. Drip drop drip drop over the minotaur, first on the right leg, just above the knee, then at the waist, and then one at the left pectoral followed by one on the right. Each drop would scald, burn, and harden against the fur and skin for her to pull off later.
She grinned at the way that the great male tossed and turned a bit at the first droplet to his leg. The fur cushioned it enough for him not to feel the full heat, not immediately. The second drop, directly over his waist, nearly landed on his flaccid penis, and she was sure that he could feel the heat emanating from the wax. But the real pain from the wax would be felt in three...two...one...
Within a second of one another, two droplets of hot, scalding wax fell from the candles positioned over the minotaur's chest, falling and landing directly on his nipples. He would feel that, Timoe was sure.
He did.
Lurching upright with a roar of pain, Till Lindermann struggled against the chains and ropes that were holding him against the bed, thrashing this way and that. Timoe worried that he would wake the others in the building with his shouts, and wondered if she should have fitted him with a ballgag before this. She shook her head at that thought. It wasn't worth thinking, considering that there wasn't any time to do it now anyway, and regrets would only distract her.
Sucking in deep breaths, the minotaur turned this way and that. His eyes searched every part of the room before they landed on Timoe, and she shivered a little bit at the intensity of the minotaur's stare. Others might have blindfolded the great male, but she wanted him to see her. She wanted him to look at her, while she had her fun with him.
She wiggled her finger in a semblance of a wave at the minotaur. "So, you're finally awake. My vixen friend picked out a rather good specimen for my fun tonight, Mr. Lindermann," she said with as level a voice as she could muster. She stood up, her crotch exposed to the minotaur's eyes as she walked over to him. She flaunted herself at him as she walked, making her hips swish lightly with each step. Her wetness glinted in the candle light, and she teasingly reached a finger down, rubbing herself in front of the male. "I have to say, you're very easy on the eyes. Better than the last male I enjoyed, that's for sure."
He was opening his mouth to speak, and she reached down with her wet fingers, holding his mouth shut. "I wouldn't speak just yet. You remember the heat that woke you up?" she asked. He nodded. Pointing up to the ceiling, she pointed out the glowing, melting candles. "That's going to continue for the rest of the night, or until I'm satisfied that you've had enough of it. I'd say the next bit is about to come down, right about...now."
The timing was perfect, as the candle over the minotaur's thigh dripped right at that moment. It had shifted slightly, so it landed right next to the already hardening wax on the minotaur's leg, heating up the fur further. Till flinched lightly at the heat, since he was awake enough to feel it, but Timoe knew that it wasn't all that bad. Not compared to the next one.
The one that would have landed on his waist before had slid enough in its twine that it landed on the urethra of his penis. The minotaur's eyes went wide, and he bellowed in pain from the burning sensation along the underside of his prick. Arching his back and struggling harder against the various bonds that held him down, he pulled and twisted and shook, desperately trying to pull free again and failing. He gritted his teeth, and stared up at the elephant. His eyes were filled with the question of why, why she was doing this.
"Two more," was all that Timoe said, gesturing up at the ceiling again. The two that were over the minotaur's pectorals dripped at that point, and landed directly beside the ones that had woken him up. The chest of the male wasn't nearly as covered in fur as his legs were, and that was something that the elephant was using to her benefit.
"There we go," she said with a small smile, patting the burned part of the minotaur's prick, pushing it a little bit to the side so that it would be out of the line of fire, as it were, at least for a little while. She ever was kind enough to wipe off the wax before it could cool and harden again. That was good, indeed. "Now, while we wait for the drops to start again, I'm guessing you want to know why I'm doing this?" she said, looking at the lead singer's face. At his nod, she couldn't quite help chuckling. "Of course you do," she muttered, settling back into the chair she was using before, keeping her legs spread wide. She kept part of her attention on the minotaur's rising dick, watching it stiffen at the sight of her sex despite the small burn along the underside.
"You might have been a random choice for the vixen, you might not have," she said, shrugging her shoulders as she worked to cover her powers, her ideas. "I don't really know, and I don't really care. But she brings me males that I can practice my trade on. I like to break men to pleasure, to make them learn what it is like to be a woman's playtoy, and makes sure that they realize that is their place from that moment on."
She scooted her chair forward, sitting within arm's reach of the large male, if he had his arms free. She had great confidence in the chains that she was using to hold him down, however, so she didn't flinch as he flailed around. Till would likely try and remember her face to prosecute this...but how could he put any notice out on a person that shifted shape at will? It was her ultimate weapon, and she smiled as he glared at her. There was certainly no danger from him.
"Struggle as much as you want, you big bull," she said, leaning forward with her head in her hands. She smiled as she watched him flail around again under the repeated assaults of hot wax from the candles, another four droplets falling on him and singeing his skin. "I made sure to tie you down as strong as I could, so you're not getting up until I decide to let you up."
Shaking her head as the bull ignored her words, Timoe leaned back on her chair and just watched. The wax was slowly hardening against his skin, against his nipples and against the fur on his thigh. It was even solidifying again around his waist, just a few inches away from his cock. If she hadn't moved it earlier, it would have been burned badly. Each drop only added more mass to the wax build up, added more to the hardened wax that would have to be pulled off of the singer, and Timoe was grinning wide at the hardened wax, nearly as wide as three of her fingers laid together, that needed to be pulled off of the minotaur.
Minutes drifted by, broken only by the grunts of pain and the few pleadings that the minotaur could think to mutter. None of them worked on the elephant, who only smiled and grinned further and grew more and more visibly wet as the minutes slid by. She grinned, and blatantly fingered herself in front of her idol, who was nothing more than her captive and toy now.
Only when the candles were burned down to the middle of the shafts did she reach up and blow them out, slowly untying them and pulling them away. The minotaur didn't even seem to notice anymore, his eyes glazed over from the pain of the burning wax, but after she had pulled them all away, and when there was no more wax falling on him, he slowly started waking up. He stared at her for a few minutes, curious, but unspeaking. He almost seemed afraid.
She liked the way that the minotaur looked at her, like she was in total control of him, and his only reason for existence was to fulfill each of her whims. In reality, that was exactly what the situation was, and she was glad that Till was realizing that, finally.
Slowly, she pulled the whip from her waist, uncoiling it until the full black length was fully laid out. The end of it, dull but still capable of inflicting burning welts to the skin, laid next to her feet. Lifting the handgrip, she pressed the base of the whip against the minotaur's side. "You've been a bad boy, you know," she said, holding back a chuckle. "You tease all the girls with your looks, make everyone hunger, desire you, but you never give yourself away. I need to teach you this, but first, I think you need a good whipping to teach you a lesson about teasing others this way."
A flick of the whip silenced whatever the minotaur was about the say, the tip cracking right next to the bull's ear. It was enough to make his eyes go wide, and there was no doubting that there was definite fear in the eyes of the singer. But there was something even more obvious about his reactions, to Timoe.
She smiled as she reached down, rubbing a finger along the underside of the singer's cock. Till's member had started hardening earlier, but now, with the whip and her words, he was stiff, hard as a rock. She smiled a little wider, and squeezed at the base of his member. "Definitely a pretty little calf-maker, here," she whispered, stroking lightly. "I'll enjoy having this in my pussy later, but right now, I need to get started with your punishment."
The whip made a slick sound as it slipped through her hands, slick and flexible. She watched the male's eyes follow it, and cracked it over Till's chest. The tip dragged right at the center of his chest, between his pectorals, and left welts and scratches, just enough to be noticed through the fur.
He arched his back at the pain ,and Timoe responded with a slash of the whip against his buttocks before he could go back down. The same welts and scratches sliced across his backside, though due to the thicker muscles and fur there, it wouldn't bother him as much. She moved closer, rubbing the handle of the whip against the minotaur's cheek. "I wouldn't move so much, my little toy," she said in a whisper. "The more you move, the more I'm going to have to punish you..." She paused, reaching down to his dick again. It was even harder. "Unless you want more whippings, in which case, keep squirming."
Her whip cracked down, again, and again, against the minotaur's chest, his belly, his legs, lashing over them and leaving the scratches and welts behind. The heat that burned from them, the pain that they caused, was obvious on the singer's face, and Timoe licked her lips at the way it was molding the minotaur. The pain was a good deterrent to any bad behavior around her.
More to the point, each whip crack made her wetter and wetter between the legs. With her free hand, she was fingering herself, more and more violently with each second that went by. Each time the minotaur cried out, she moaned, and cracked the whip harder over him. More than once, she pulled her fingers from her pussy and wiped her juices over the minotaur's face, making him smell and taste her arousal each time that he opened his mouth.
Still, there was only so long that she could entertain herself with whipping this singer, and soon she tossed the whip off to the side. Pulling herself onto her bed, almost straddling the minotaur, Timoe reached down to the wax that had hardened, and stuck to the hair of Till's thigh. "I think this can come off now," she said with a look of anticipation.
She ripped at it, hard, pulling it off as abruptly as a mother might rip off a bandage. The sound of ripping hair, and a bit of flesh underneath, made her giggle. The sounds of the bull groaning in pain made her grin, and she tossed the wax and attached fur off to the side. "That's only the first one," the elephant said as she reached for another of the wax pieces, this time the one at the bull's waist. "Three more left, and then I'll start riding that pulsing prick of yours. But will you even be able to be conscious of me doing that, after having the wax ripped off? Let's find out."
The elephant delighted in the fear and arousal that was filling the singer's eyes as she stroked her fingers around the hardened, stuck wax at his waist, extending down slightly into his pubic region. It even had a bit of its shape stuck to the bull's sheath, which would essentially rip part of the sheath back when it was removed. Oh, he was going to scream this time.
Despite the pleading eyes of her idol, Timoe grabbed the piece of wax and wrenched it off. It stuck harder than the first one, and it seemed like it wanted to take a piece of Till Lindermann's sheath with it. Of course, if it had, she would have been mortified, but it was just weak enough to pull away fur instead, leaving the skin bare and shining beneath where it had laid. She smiled at it, and stroked a finger along the sensitive flesh. The minotaur, panting and shaking from the stinging pain, stared at her, and she stared back.
"Two more, little bull," she said with a smile, leaning a little further forward. Her uncovered crotch rubbed against the base of his shaft, rubbing it lightly as she grabbed the two last pieces of wax at his chest. Both of his nipples were covered by them, and by doing this, she would remove a fair bit of hair as well as deal a fair bit of pain.
Stroking the wax prints for a moment, Timoe looked into the minotaur's eyes again. "Let's do them both at once, hmmm?" she said with a laugh. He had just enough time to grunt before she yanked at them, hard. The bull's squeals of pain were something that she never had expected to hear, stronger than ever, and she moaned at them, grinding softly against the bull's cock, rubbing her leaking pussy against it. She rode along his shaft, never pulling him in, and keeping his cock pinned to his belly while he shivered from the pain. Even a few whimpers passed his lips as he started calming down.
"You've been such a good boy, so far," she said with a smile, tossing the last of the wax over her shoulder, the pieces crumbling as they hit the floor. "I think that you need a reward, don't you?" She slowly lifted herself upwards, straddling the minotaur's hips. Her hands gripped the shaft of her captive, and held it upwards. Despite the pain, or perhaps because of it, he was still hard and stiff, and he was even leaking a bit of pre. Unable to resist, she reached down and rubbed a finger over the head, licking it up and moaning softly at the taste. "Delicious," she whispered, slowly lowering herself down. The thick head was a challenge, even for this form, but she managed to slide it between her wet nether lips.
It was heaven to her, and she forgot, for the moment, all the plans that she had for this minotaur. She forgot the training she was planning to put him through, forgot all the things she'd do to teach him his proper place, and held only one thing in her mind. To have as much sex with him as she could, and make that cock cum in her as many times as she could.
Still, she had to show that she was still in charge, so she kept her pace slow. Teasingly, she pushed herself down on the shaft, gyrating her hips side to side, gently levering herself onto it. She could feel the pre squirting into her, filling her up with the minotaur's arousal. She grinned softly. It was Till Lindermann, one of the hottest guys she knew about, and she was taking his cock up her pussy! It made her giddy and hot just thinking about it, and she moaned louder, harder, as she lowered herself further and further.
Finally, her hips touched against his, and she had to stop herself, panting. There was so much in her, and it was throbbing so pleasantly that she nearly came just from the slow insertion. It was through sheer effort of will that she managed to keep from cumming just yet, and pick herself up again, rising upwards against the male's member.
His face was almost as pleasurable to watch as his cock was pleasurable to feel. His eyes closed to slits, Till was panting heavily and jerking against his bonds. His face was screwed up almost like he was a virgin, with his first time with a woman. The elephant knew that was impossible, but she didn't care. She could use that as part of a fantasy another time, that she was the first one for the minotaur.
Slowly, she started moving faster and faster along the minotaur's shaft. She could feel his arousal climbing as well as her own, and she couldn't resist moving faster. No matter how much control she fought to hold onto, she had been fantasizing about this for years. She wasn't going to deny herself the pleasure of taking him fast and hard now, just for the sake of showing her superior place.
Grinning and panting heavily, her trunk barely keeping from trumpeting, the elephant rode the minotaur's cock like there was no tomorrow. She humped against him, pulling him in and out of her as fast as she could move, her juices splattering all over the minotaur's sheath, leaving her musk over him, and coating his balls with her wetness. She groaned as she felt her orgasm coming up, pushing harder and more insistently at her.
She wished that she could have held back until the minotaur had his first orgasm, but she could have no more waited than stopped an avalanche with bare hands. With a shake and a groan, she came, hard. Her pussy squeezed down on the cock inside like a vise, clenching against it and milking it as she came. She panted heavily as she felt the minotaur's cock pulse a few times before shooting, her orgasm drawing out the bull's own pleasure, and his juices.
Gradually, she made herself pull back from the minotaur. Still panting as she stepped back from him, she reached down to her pussy, and slowly wiped away the cum that was dripping from her, using a small part of a spare sheet to dry her hands afterwards. Slowly putting that cloth away, she picked up the collar and leash that she had prepared earlier. Turning, she lifted them and showed them to the minotaur who, despite the afterglow he was obviously in, recognized them and knew what they would be for.
"Guess what, Mr. Lead Singer?" she said as she latched the collar around the big male's neck. She made sure that this thing had metal in it, making it much harder to break, so he wasn't going to be able to pull it off later. "You're going to be my pet for the weekend. Won't make your fans happy, I'm sure, since they paid to see you, but I know I'm going to have one happy weekend," she said with a giggle.
The minotaur looked up at her, but there wasn't any fear in his eyes this time. There was acceptance, more or less, and perhaps a little bit of eagerness there as well. A quick glance to the minotaur's cock told her that he was going to enjoy this, because it showed now sign of going down.
Oh, yes, she thought to herself as she latched the collar tightly, and pulled the leash through its hole. This was going to be a great weekend indeed...