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Play People 2/2

This is the second half of the Play People story. You might want to read the first for this one to make sense. On the other hand, it's just porn, so whatever. Comment if you like or want more of the same!

Standard warnings: This is porn, if you read it, that means you're surely looking for stroking material (you've found it), likely a pervert (but who isn't?) and possibly a furry (seek medical help), so if you suddenly find yourself perusing boners and jism, don't make like you were expecting Pride and Prejudice. It's also not Pride and Prejudice (and Zombies!), although I thought that was a neat idea for a book. Pride and Prejudice (and Boners!) might make for interesting reading, but any porn made to be topical for that era would probably just be people showing their ankles. That's a bit too heady for me. Smut starts immediately in this one, so why are you still reading the header text?

I allowed myself a long, luxurious groan, and arched my back as the wet, textured tongue slipped up and down my shaft. The head of my penis made soft contact with the back of my helper's throat with each bob of her head. Her patient, methodical motions felt amazing, but her pace made the build to climax agonizingly slow. I would have ordered her to speed up, but the most I could manage was a gurgle. The gag she had formed in my mouth with a kiss before we began held tight, and my hands were bound above my head to the bed's headstand.

She glanced up at me from her work and the corners of her lips turned up, pulling into a knowing smile around my shaft. Even had I been able to give her an order, it would have been ignored. "It sounds like you need more to do up north, sweetie," her voice had a sarcastic tone to it. In the months that she had passed since she first arrived, she had been taking more and more dominant of a role as she felt out my sexual tastes. I grunted agreement, hoping she would return her mouth and attentions to where they had been. Her smile grew a bit wider, and her eyes narrowed as she reached up with one hand and laid a finger on the tip of my gag. Her other hand went to work very.... slowly.... pumping. I bucked my hips, trying to force my member into the soft pads covering her palms, but without missing a beat, she gracefully puled herself forward and sat on my midsection, quelling the motion.

Her finger remained on the gag, and her massive, textured cock bounced just above my nose. "This is going to feel kind of funny. Funny ha-ha for me, but funny uh-oh for you." Her words dripped with self satisfaction, and I gulped around the wad of latex lodged in my mouth. She had been getting more and more adventurous, sometimes pressing my limits. The gag in my mouth twitched writhed, then began to deform. I felt tendrils and unravel and grow. I tried to pull away, but her hand followed my head back, then held it down, pressed deep into the pillows of my bed. The tendrils continued to grow, the largest forcing their way down my throat and windpipe, causing me to cough and gag. I felt the tendril in my throat slide until it was in my stomach and expand until it stretched the limits of my throat. The bizarre textured feelings of the newly living gag made me wretch instinctively, but the tendril sealed that passage completely. Smaller tendrils felt their way down my trachea, making me cough spasmodically as they moved. Just as I thought it was over, I felt one last set break free in my mouth, and set to work sliding their way through my nasal cavity. The feelings of tactile motion in the nasal cavity was not painful, but was supremely odd, and I writhed, trying to communicate how unpleasant this was. The motion finally subsided, and they lay still for a moment. My eyes were wide, and I could feel sweat matting the fur on my head.

"Well now, that was a bit of an adventure, wasn't it?" The motion on my cock resumed with some vigor. "I'll tell you what. I'll put my mouth to work again, if you'll do the same. I can feel that, you know." I felt her powerful hand grip the back of my head, and she pulled her face directly to mine, our noses pressed together. "I feel it deep inside of you," she hissed with unrestrained aggression. I shook my head "no." Her expression returned to the infuriatingly patient calm that told me my ordeal was long from over, "Well then, I'll still oblige. You can just relax, and don't need to do a thing. In fact, why don't you just keep still. Perfectly still." Although she never stopped smiling, her eyes went cold for a moment, and I wondered silently what was going to happen.

On one hand, I pleaded silently for this to be over. On the other, the helper was working perfectly. I had never even thought of this scenario, but I was rock hard, and on the very edge of orgasm. Platex Inc. knew how to put their helpers together. My thoughts were cut short as I felt her breath on the head of my cock. So close... maybe she would let me come early tonight. I was already exhausted. No contact at first. She exhaled on it heavily, letting me feel her warm, moist breath wash over it from one angle, then another, and another, continuing for what seemed ages. I ached from sustained erection, and just as I began to droop, I felt the tip of her tongue make contact with my flesh. I swear the heat from my teased organ left a puff of steam from the moisture on her tongue.

Her tongue took on the texture of spiked dimples, rasping around and around, lower with each stroke, until she reached the base of my shaft, forcing her whole face down into it. Soft, rippled barbs covered the inner surface of her throat, and I felt each one slide over the length of my cock. I felt as though I would back into the bed. This was it, she was going to let me come, thank god. She pulled back, and chuckled deeply as she slid her throat down the length of the shaft again. So close... *SNAP* she snapped her fingers loudly, and the world exploded.

The tendrils within me writhed and danced. Lungs and stomach do not often feel direct stimulation, and reflexive muscles within me went mad. The sinus cavity is very special, though. The sensitivity within is unbelievable, and those thinnest tendrils from the awful gag were madly squirming within it. It felt as if an army of ants was crawling across my brain, and I spasmed violently, animal instincts willing me to tear the gag from my mouth, and overriding the rational mind that knew I was bound.

"Tut tut, I did say to hold still." *SNAP* Another snap of her fingers, and the tendrils changed once more. For a moment they stopped, but an insane grin let me know that I wasn't done. *SNAP* Like the tendril in my throat, those in my trachea and sinuses instantly expanded, filling all the room they could. "Still. Stay still." Her gaze was so calculated and her face so motionless that I could see my own reflection in her hungry eyes. I could see my own eyes. I could see the terror in them, as seconds slipped by, the oxygen in my lungs slowly dwindling. She prodded my cock. My erection was so powerful at this point that the touch was as painful as it was pleasurable. I held perfectly still. "Still. Very still. How long can you stay still?" My lungs needed air. "Can I trust you to stay still if I let you breathe? You can nod." I nodded slowly, and she lowered her head to my crotch once more. "I'm trusting you here. We'll have to try something else if this won't work. We'll start on one, two three," *SNAP* Simultaneously, the laboriously slow motion of her mouth and the insane nest of insects within my head began their maddening march again.

"Still, still, still, still" became my internal mantra. I could hear the tendrils scraping inside of me. Couldn't I? Maybe I couldn't, maybe there was no sound. Reality seemed unreal. Everything was slower. I had to come. If I came, this would end. I had to stay still. Each time I began to concentrate on my cock, I lost ground to the animal madness that screamed at me to kill the nest of writhing spiders in my brain. Centipedes in my lungs. Hideous pincers dragging over every surface within me. Again, I felt the warmth of orgasm approaching but... INSECTS IN MY HEAD! The tendrils changed the pattern of their insidious dance, and the unexpected jolt sent me into another set of convulsions. Tears of frustration rolled down my face, and I thrashed against my restraints, unthinking and unable to relieve myself of the maddening skitter of tendrils in my sinuses.

Another *SNAP* and I was suffocating again rather than being driven mad. Fear choked me as surely as the gag. Was this helper defective? I had never heard of one going to such extreme lengths as this. How far would she take this?

"Well," she started, "that didn't seem to work." Her words were lackadaisical and she paused between phrases with unnecessary length. "I thought you said you would be... still?" Once again, she sat on my chest, letting her oversized cock bob down and rest on my face. I held my body absolutely rigid, my air already thin from the exertion of my useless attempted escape. She brushed her tail past my cock, and I felt my eyes bulge and my testicles ache. How many times would she take me to the edge, then force me down again? "I have a little proposition." She playfully twiddled my ear as she spoke, and bent low over me, her breasts dominating my field of vision. "Why not this. I'm as worked up as you here. Why don't we make this a race, then end it? Would that be ok?" I nodded furiously, but she only swatted my nose. "I'm not done, don't try to hurry me." Spots began to appear before my eyes, and I wondered detachedly if she would let me suffocate. "As I was saying," she continued, "why don't I just take you, and whoever comes first is the one who gets to. Then we'll be done. Does that sound good?" I weakly nodded and tried to grunt assent, but got nothing past the swollen tendrils within my windpipe. Sound faded in and out, and my body began to twitch involuntarily. "Hmph," she smirked victoriously, and slid down my body, pressing her shaft against my tail hole. *SNAP*

Air rushed into me, and my world descended into confusion again. The sinus was such a small part of the body. Stimulating it in a way that didn't even cause pain couldn't possibly be so bad. I argued vainly against no one. The part of my mind doing so was out of communication with the rest, of course. That rest of my mind was simply on vacation. My back arched of its own volition, and I shuddered against my restraints, body in the control of the panicked, insane lower brain, driven entirely by instincts and fear, which I lacked the mental energy to fight any longer. In a single motion, the helper entered me and crushed my body down into the bed with her hand. Was her thrusting pattern irregular, or were the chittering wasps in my skull droning off beat? There was no way to be sure. Time seemed to pass in chunks that didn't take place in order. Whether I passed out, or simply dropped out of any kind of state of awareness, I lost some moments.

With each impact of the helper's hips against mine, I felt a surge of physical pleasure wash through my body, only to be pressed back by the mind numbing scraping that was going on within my head. I focused all the attention I could muster on coming. "I'll give you a bit of help, since you're distracted," came the helper's sultry voice. I felt her mouth again, but something was different. Every thrust of her hips drove mine up, and my cock into her wet, eager mouth, but with every stroke, I felt less. Tormented streams of tears flowed down the sides of my face, and the frustration of being denied climax yet again very nearly surpassed that of the infestation of awful sensations within me.

In rhythm with the the thrusts, I pushed myself down into her hips, trying to squeeze as much sensation as possible, my penis numbing further each time the feline's head sank onto it. I could feel her beginning to quiver, and I knew she was close. Each stroke became more deliberate, more controlled, and the grind against my prostate slowed, allowing me to appreciate each dimple and spike on her cartoonishly large tool. She was licking my crotch now at an angle that didn't seem possible, and all sensation from my cock had ceased. I ignored this, and continued gyrating my hips, my sexual need just barely overcoming the cacophony that threatened my sanity. Seemingly finished with my numbed cock, the helper continued to pump into me, but brought her face to mine, and kissed me over the gag. I felt it soften, and begin to recede, the tendrils within me sliding back into her. She reached above me, and as she slid her palm over latex binding my hands, it melted away into her.

I weakly brought my arms, aching from being held above me for so long, down around her, and used them to force her further into me, needing stimulation desperately, and trying to milk more from her. She broke from the kiss, and her voice betrayed her, ragged with her own need as I had been, "Ask for it. Want it for me, and you'll get it."

Throat and lungs feeling raw from abuse, I barely managed a whisper, "Come in me, please. I want it." A look of overwhelming triumph on her face, her hands clamped like vices on my shoulders, and she bucked her hips one final time, releasing hot, bubbling latex deep into my bowels. "AH! AH! Aaaallll inside you...." She was shuddering from the intensity of the orgasm, and after a moment holding herself over me, she collapsed, crushing her breasts against me, and pushing the air from my lungs. So rolled to the side, and pulled me with her, staring into my face and breathing heavily.

"I... didn't think you would go so far. Or get tired. You shouldn't do either of those things. I pretty clearly didn't want you to do any of that. You're broken or something," I rasped, feigning confidence and hoping she would be more amicable to orders now that she had gone through an entire encounter with me. "I never even got to come, only you did," I said between gasps, the ache of blueballs from so many close releases denied bolstered my resolve.

The helper chuckled and gave me a sympathetic look, "I'm not designed to get tired, but you had me going for hours there." She saw the look of surprise on my face and grinned. "Yeah, you went under once or twice from that little tickler I had in you, and I wasn't sure if you noticed."

"I never told you to do any of that." I struggled just to sit up, every muscle in my body aching, and barely responsive.

"Didn't you?" She seemed to have regained her strength, and without effort, she helped me into a sitting position and propped me against the head of the bed. "Every time we play together, I take it farther. Every time, you tell me it was more than you expected, that it was more than you wanted, that it was more than you could endure." Her demeanor was one of a caring, patient servant again. "But each time you come back and you're just as excited. Each time you simple tell me 'go!' and I go. You've given me that order so many times, so strongly, do you really think I would follow some weak, half hearted request for me to stop what you love?"

"You can't lecture me."

She smiled warmly and faster than I could follow, the back of her hand slapped me across the face with enough force to knock me sideways onto the bed. "All you have to do is tell me a single time to stop, and I will."

"Stop."

That sympathetic look again. "You have to say it and <i>mean</i> it, hun. You really thought I was going to let you die today, didn't you? Now you give me a half hearted command not to do it again, even as that cock of yours struggles in its new home?" My hand shot down to my crotch, prompted to inspect the odd feelings by her words. I grabbed at nothing, and felt a smooth, latex surface where my manhood had been. "Do you remember that first time had some fun? You said 'Wanting to come is part of it, more than actually coming. The expectation from being just a second away.' Well now you're <i>very</i> close. I can feel you in there, just like I could feel the plug when it was in you." I started silently, and half in disbelief. "How long do you think this is going to turn you on?" She took my hand and pulled me up from the bed, giving me a playful kiss. Next time we'll try something new, but for now we're done."

I tugged at the flat pink splotch that had been spread evenly across my crotch, but my skin pulled with it, and it was clearly not going anywhere. "But.. but.." I spluttered, feeling the situation spiral out of control. At that thought, I could just barely my cock throb of its own volition under the numbing layer of latex.

"You see? You're telling me right now that you want this, and I do what you want me to. Whether you know it or not, you're in charge and I'm the slave." She turned to leave, then turned gave me a wink and a smile, "Well, mostly in charge." She walked to my bathroom and slammed the door, leaving me dumbfounded. I heard the shower start, and a moan let me know she was pleasuring herself without me.

I fell backward onto the bed and fingered myself, while rubbing futilely at the unfeeling patch of latex between my legs. Some of the sexual fluids that she had pumped into me leaked onto my fingers, but I knew most had already been absorbed, further fueling my arousal. I groaned and longed for tomorrow, another encounter. I pictured her oversized tool inside me again, stretching me beyond my limits, and giving me more pleasure than I could hope for from my fingers. Maybe if I let her take this farther, she would let me come...

And that's part 2/2! Should I make a third to cap it off? Is the cliffhanger hotter than a third? Comment! Let me know! : DDD