Breaking in a Toy — 1

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#1 of Breaking in a Toy

Anais is a camp counselor who has lusted after Jesse Whitetail, one of the scouts, for a long time. After his abduction, she begins to break him into her pet

Note: I do not condone any of the wicked shit that happens in this story. This is for those of you that have a stomach and a hard on. This is also a WIP, and I want positive feedback before I continue. Also I do requests/commisions. Hope to hear from you lovelies.

ALSO: I do commisions. Please spread the word. I'll even do some requests to gain traction.

Edit: hell. Some shit happened and now I won't have data to upload my stories, and my money hole has gone to Fuck so I can't accept monies. If you want to buy a story you might literally have to mail the money to me. I mean I wouldn't mind getting a 10$ bill or two in me mailbox after I write you a funky smut storie, but then again I don't want tot risk putting my address out there. Sorry~


The camp was approaching the close of its season. Only a few more days and the grounds that were currently occupied by the kids would be vacant, patrolled by none other than the park rangers and the wildlife. Possibly. Maybe... If things went as planned, they might still be occupied, but by more official and cold temporary denizens. Older too.

I was one of the Scout Leaders. I was thirty, 6'0. Strong. I knew wildlife. I lived deep in the woods and it was a 40 minute drive to almost anything where I lived. I enjoyed the solitude. I enjoyed the quiet and the capability to distance myself from people. But I primarily work with children, out here in the woods. This was my summer income, keeping me afloat and dry until winter came and then I worked for a construction company, behind a desk in an office. This was a good way to live in my opinion.

The campfire that me and Parker had helped set up crackled and the wood warped and lurched, sending up a plume of sparks that dissipated into the air. The fire was warm and decently large. A cold front had blown in from the north these past few days, and all the kids had moved their sitting logs nearer to the fire. This was just one little "platoon", of kids. To my left and right extended a trail that led to the living hubs. The kids were all young, and too young to sleep outside, and the hubs were little bubbles that were scattered throughout the forest. I had on a light flanel, and my jeans were dirty. It really was beautiful.

Night was approaching. The sky had taken on a lukewarm milky lavender color as the light cloud cover began to be painted with color from the sun's setting rays.

Parker was seven, and missing teeth. He wasn't my type. The boy next me however was a cute deer boy, with his antlers just beginning to really flourish from his head. His eyes were big and sparkly and his lips were full and pretty. He was eleven or twelve and his name was Jesse. He was just close enough to where I could feel him shivering.

I was known for being the soft and motherly lady leader. I was curvy, even with my muscles, and i had a nice full rack that was occasionally obtrusive. All the little boys -- and even some of the girls -- stared at me, checked me out and had no idea how obvious they were being. It didn't matter, they were just curious about my body, that's all. I liked the attention. Especially whenever I got it from Jesse.

I wanted Jesse for myself. I was going to have him, take him forcefully.

I pulled him into my side, wrapping my arm around him and letting him set his head in the soft flesh beneath my armpit and beside my breast. "It's really chilly for July." I remarked, about the weather. The other kids were talking amongst themselves. Usually I was the one intervening in stupid fights or keeping conversation alive, but everyone seemed to be calm tonight. It was rare, it was, but it happened. I stroked Jesse with my thumb, holding him tighter, and I could feel the tip of his tiny antlers poking into my furry flesh. His fur was very soft and he smelled nice. Someone cracked a joke and Parker laughed hard.

"Yeah..." He said quietly. "Miss Anais?"

"Yes, Jesse?" I said looking down into his big brown eyes. They seemed sad.

"Is... is there any way that we could stay out and watch the stars for a little bit? I don't like having to go inside so early. I like the stars."

Jesse was also a quiet boy, which made my attraction to him so much stronger. I like quiet, slim, submissive boys, and Jesse seemed to fit into all of those categories. I'm female, but I also have an extra package below. A not-so-little gift from happenstance and genetics. Only a few people knew about it, I wore something to keep it controlled and I never wore tight jeans or dresses. I looked female, I was busty, curvy, pretty. But I could get hard. It happened a lot around Jesse, thinking about him, what he might look like when i ripped his underwear off of him... I could feel it happening now, just a little bit. It was manageable, but annoying at times.

"You know the rules, little man..." I said, and he got quiet again, looking back at the fire. I was waiting for an opportunity like this. I leaned into his ear and whispered so that no-one could hear, "but... I don't mind if you do it with me, alone."

He got a smile on his face and I felt my womanhood give a lurch in my jeans. "Really?" his voice cracked as he whispered. "Just us? When?"

"Later tonight... after lights out." I continued to whisper. "The code to the door of the hub is just threes. Enter it and the alarm won't go off when you leave. But it has to just be you, okay? Just come straight to my hub." The Scout leaders had personal hubs while the kids had shared ones, with bunk beds. There were no monitoring devices other than an alarm.

On each of the kids' clothing was a tracking device, to inform the Scouts their location if they ever go missing.

I'd been planning this. Jesse had no tracker.

"Yes Miss Anais," he said gleefully, giving me complete trust that I wouldn't harm him. I scratched at the little tuft of brown hair on top of his head as he resumed viewing the fire, fantasizing about how I'd violate that innocent, innocent trust. My womanhood gave another lurch.