Drom 1: Milo's Motivation.
#1 of Drom
Drom 1: Milo's Motivation.
The large room was extravagant in its opulence. A thick maroon carpet covered the floor while royal purple drapes with gold trimmings were drawn across the large windows. Oaken bookshelves with neat, leather bound books towered along the walls, but the most dominating object in the room was the massive hearth. Large enough to walk into, the fireplace bathed the room in flickering oranges and reds, as a roaring inferno joyfully consumed its naturally grown fuel.
Nothing but the best for Thomas Hinderson.
The lynx was immaculately groomed; not a single hair was out of place. His feline face was evenly covered in dark spots, contrasting with his tawny base coat. Short, black tufts of fur lanced upward from the tips of his ears. From under his chin and down most of his neck sprung a wiry ruff; clean black streaks lined the outer edges, while the centre remained snow white. His yellow eyes gazed into the ferocious flames as he idly stroked a long whisker with his clawed paw. He wore a red velvety dressing gown, its thick, tailored fabric fitting his frame perfectly.
A soft click sounded as a well oiled door was opened and shut. A mouse entered the circle of light cast by the fires glow. Dressed in formal butlers attire, his diminutive form barely reached half the hight of his master.
"I beg your pardon, my lord, but the special guest you are expecting has arrived."
A dark grin spread across the lynx's face. "Excellent, do show him in."
"Yes my lord." Replied the butler. He gave a curt bow to the lynx's back before leaving the room.
Thomas was going to enjoy tonight's activities. Yes, enjoy them immensely. The open space of the large room had been especially cleared for the occasion. Normally ancient oak chairs and tables would populate the room. But tonight's entertainment would need no such adornments.
The Door opened again, this time giving entrance to three figures. Two large men, a horse and rhino, flanked a German Shepherd. The Shepherd's arms were chained behind his back and his jaws were tightly bound with a thick leather muzzle. The horse and rhino firmly gripped his upper arms, further retraining him. As soon as the German Shepherd saw the Lynx, his eyes narrowed and his ears flattened against his skull. The little movement the muzzle allowed showed a fierce snarl as the room was filled with a deep growl.
"Make him kneel." Said the Lynx, unable to suppress a grin as the trio approached him. The Shepherd's guards sharply kicked the back of his knees, forcing the Shepherd forward. He landed on his knees in front of the lynx with a grunt.
"Miloken Kaa." The Lynx gleefully said, addressing the German Shepherd by name. "Welcome to my humble abode!" The Lynx turned to the Shepherd's escort. "He wasn't any trouble to retrieve was he?"
"Yes Mr Hinderson. He was." Said the horse simply, lifting a hoof to rub his swollen jaw.
"Ah! A fighter! Unlike your father." Sneered the lynx.
Feeling the horses hoof lift off him, Milo leapt forward, braking away from the rhinos grasp as he attempted to ram his head into the Lynx. Thomas's feline reflexes allowed him to easily sidestep the clumsy blow. Instead of colliding with the Lynx, the Shepherd felt himself hit the floor with a muffled thud. Behind him, the horse and rhino withdrew small black cylinders from their belts. With a flick of the wrist, each cylinder extend into half meter long batons. The guards brought the batons down in powerful overhead swings onto the helpless prone German Shepherd. As they made contact, sharp electric zaps seemed to echo endlessly around the room as brilliant blue white light completely overpowered the light of the fire.
Milo yelped in agony as each blow landed, his muscles painfully and involuntary contracting as electricity coursed though them. He instinctively attempted to enter the foetal position, a impossible task as his muscles spasmed after each electric blow. He convulsed on the carpeted floor as the air was forced from his lungs by his contracting muscles.
Thomas briefly allowed himself to enjoy the sight of the Shepherd withering in agony under the constant blows. "Enough." He said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "As much as I enjoy seeing Kaa scum beaten we have business to attend to!"
The horse and rhino pulled Milo back to his knees. He drew in deep ragged breaths through the muzzle as he went limp in their grip, his ears drooping and his head hung to one side, physically beaten.
"Now, as I am sure you are aware, I own you." Said the Lynx, the inflection in his voice making it clear he found the thought most satisfying. "In fact, I own your whole family. The entire Kaa clan." The lynx inhaled slowly, savouring the thought. "I have gathered that the rather large debts your father had accumulated came as something of a surprise to you all. Such a strong protector, keeping his family from worrying like that. He has made me poorer, you know. Buying up all those gambling debts and short term loans, both the legal kind and the not so legal kind, cost me a pretty penny. But it was worth it. 'Indentured servitude', that's what it says on all the legal documents. The entire powerful clan of Kaa, brought suddenly and utterly to its knees in one fell swoop, all due to the incompetence of its patriarch; your dearest father. To become owned . . . by me. Oh, look at that." The lynx placed one scented paw under Milo's chin, pulling his head up to look directly into his eyes. "The poor little pup is weeping. How sad." The lynx said mockingly.
Milo was indeed weeping. A mere week before, he had no idea of the fate that was about to befall his entire family. No one knew of the approaching doom. Except Milo's father. They had found him, hanging by his own gold trimmed belt in his study. The massive debts he had somehow kept hidden from his entire extended family was easily triple of even four times larger them his whole estate. According to law, debt from the clan patriarch was past down to the whole clan. Not one Kaa escaped. Every single one of them was now an indentured slave, forever doomed to pay off the impossible total of his father's debt in menial, low wage bonded servitude.
'Fucking Coward.' Thought Milo, as tears of rage at his father run uninhibited down his muzzle. His father, who had brought this upon his whole family before running, just like he always did. When he run out of places to flee too, he run to an easy death.
'Fucking Coward.'
Milo shook off the Lynx's paw, pulling himself together. He was not like his father. He did not run. He stood and faced the world, defiant and unafraid, ready to accept whatever it was that the universe could throw at him. He didn't feel very defiant or unafraid currently, kneeling in submission before Thomas, but he knew that it was now more then ever that he had to carry this philosophy to its bitter end. He took a deep breath, levelling his gaze up at the Lynx. If not for the muzzle, he would have undertaken some empty show of defiance, like landing as much spittle as he could on the pompous cat's face, but as it was he settled for promising himself that it would be he personally who tore out the cat's throat. Preferably with his teeth.
The Kaa clan had many enemies, none more dedicated then Thomas Hinderson. It was no surprise that he had used the misfortunes of the Kaa clan to his own petty ends. The enmity between Milo's father and Thomas was legendary. Milo didn't know how the feud had started. He didn't care. It all seemed so childish, so far way. Just an obsession of his fathers that occasionally intruded into his life. Occasionally intruded. Milo almost laughed at what was now a gigantic understatement.
"Worry not, little pup" Sneered Thomas. "I have a solution for you. A way to . . . release you from all your troubles."
Milo's ears pricked up as he felt a faint glimmer of hope.
"Yes." Thomas answered the unasked question. "You and your whole family. The entire Kaa clan may yet walk free . . . under one condition. You see, unlike your father, I do not make stupid mistakes. When an opportunity arises, if the winds are right, I seize it." Thomas reached out and grabbed the air in front of him, claws extended as he latched into some imaginary prey. "And you, with you military training, and so well decorated no less, are particularly suited to this . . . opportunity."
Thomas leaned down, his mouth directly above Milo's ear. The horse jabbed his baton's tip painful into the side of Milo's neck, ready to deliver a discharge if the Shepherd made any attempt to threaten the Lynx. "If you are moronic enough to refuse, then I will permanently chemically castrate you and every single one of your relatives, so that a Kaa will never again pollute the galaxy. I will force you to clean the rooms of the cheap brothel I currently have your sisters whoring at. Every male in your extended family will die from hard labour and every female will become a cheap whore until even the most depraved deviant is unable to pleasure himself with their ruined bodies. And you . . . I will make you watch it all."
Milo felt cold fear grip his chest. Was Thomas's hate really that great? Would he commit such loathsome acts just for revenge on his father? Milo looked deep into the cold yellow eyes of Thomas. If this was a buff . . . he simply couldn't take that chance. He broke the gaze and looked down, nodding.
Everything the universe could throw at him.
"Good." The Lynx almost sounded disappointed. "I'm sure you have heard the stories about Drom." He said, standing and returning to his place by the fire.
Milo had indeed. Who hadn't?
Once, glimmering metropolises towered over the planet Drom. The global temperature was carefully and deliberately maintained for the comfort of the planets citizens. Dense, efficient hydroponic farms where robotically maintained, reducing agricultures land use to almost zero. The vast interstellar empire that was controlled from Drom was fed by massive cargo ships that were capable of faster then light travel, enabling them to traverse the great distances of space to every corner of the galaxy. The widespread use of matter teleportation practically eliminated the need for personal transport. Thus, billions lived in cleans cities, while the bountiful biosphere remained unsoiled and untouched. The planet was a paradise, a paragon of harmonious existences and a technological marvel.
Once.
Now, Drom was a dying planet. Whole sections of the planet were seeped in weaponized chemical agents, others contaminated with nuclear fallout. All plant and animal life had died long ago, exterminated by engineered super viruses, so the very oxygen in the air was slowly depleting. Some areas were slightly more conductive to life, like the huge mega cities that dotted the planet. They were built on higher ground then much of the surrounding plains, so the worst of the fallout and the heavier chemical agents were absent. These cities were ruined husks, whose only permanent habitants were the desperate and the deranged.
Although law and order were concepts now foreign to Drom, the most powerful entity in the galaxy, The Commonwealth, jealously guarded the Planet. For Drom had the one thing the leaders of the Commonwealth both craved and feared: seeds of ancient and forgotten technology, including the now lost secrets of faster then light travel. Securing the planet was an impossible task, however, as the gigantic network of telepoters that were now the only means of moving the great interstellar distances that spanned known space originated at Drom. Any teleportation node could travel to any other, but most planets had only a few hundred operational nodes. The exception was Drom. Millions of nodes dotted the planets surface, allowing daring individuals to delve into the toxic ruins in search of artefacts to bring back to their governments, corporations or simply the highest bidder. A practice in violation of interstellar law. According to the Commonwealth, there were only two kinds of people on Drom: Commonwealth military personal and traitors to the Commonwealth. The penalty for treachery against the Commonwealth was death without trail.
So it was that the current population of Drom were desperate gunmen, brutal mercenaries, callous looters and the Commonwealth soldiers who were hunting them all down. Small groups were able to mask their presence from the observation drones and constant patrols, avoiding the treacherous terrain to retrieve handfuls of functional technology, returning to their home worlds to live lives of endless luxury, or with enough wealth to topple governments. It was said that one in every hundred that went to Drom returned, but the endless tales of returning heroes ensured that a steady stream of the hopeful, desperate, or naive were always willing to roll the dice on Drom.
"You see." Said the lynx, bringing Milo back into the present. "I have recently come into some extremely interesting information. The location of a particularity valuable object on Drom. Valuable even by Drom's standards. I want it. You are going to get it for me. Simple, really."
The lynx placed a hand over Milo's head, gripping the rear strap of the muzzle. In one rough pull he removed it. It bounced away behind the lynx, barely making a sound on the soft carpet.
"Well, Miloken Kaa? Do you prefer the cum stains of the men who rape your sisters or the dust of Drom?"
Milo stretched his stiff jaw, rolling it from side to side.
"When do I leave?" He said, refusing to meet Thomas's eyes.
"Good boy!" Thomas said as he ruffled Milo's ears. Milo recoiled away from the Lynx, who only smiled at his attempted defiance. "Now, it would not be very bright of me to simply arm you and expect you to be an obedient pet, so I feel the need to enlighten you with a few facts, just to encourage good behaviour. Your dearest mother is currently at one of my more remote holdings. I find her company . . . quite pleasurable." The lynx stroked his groin with a predatory murr.
Milo emitted a deep, feral growl. "If you hurt her . . ." He felt the Rhinos shock baton land lightly on his shoulder, joining the horse's baton in an implied threat.
"Oh no, I won't hurt her. Currently, she's just fine. However, if I become . . . disappointed . . . in your progress, then I will be left with little recourse but to introduce her to the wonderful effects of a drug called 'Keen'."
"How long? And what the fuck is Keen?"
"I expect the object to be in my possession within 14 days. And 'Keen'? I'm not surprised you haven't heard of it as it is highly illegal, highly expensive, and extremely difficult to make. 'Keen' is a very interesting chemical. You see, first, it greatly increases libido. Not so bad. Then, it strips way inhibitions. Somewhat worse, depending on ones original deposition. When taken regularly over a few weeks the effects become permanent. Typically considered a down side. It is also highly addictive. Most definitely a negative. For the addict, anyway. The way it is capable of influencing the mind is quite fascinating. I think a demonstration is in order."
Thomas withdrew a small control pad from his deep pockets before briefly tapping it with one paw.
In front of the fireplace, a large white rectangle appeared.
"Play video six: Anna's awakening." He commanded the display.
A small, well lit, mostly empty room appeared in the rectangle. White tiles and sterile walls gave the room a distinctive medical look. A small metal knee high table sat in front of a plain armchair, upon which sat a nude female Timber Wolf. A stainless steel tray sat on the table, the only thing in the tray was a single syringe, drawn half full of a pale green liquid. Milo recognized the wolfess as one of his younger cousins. He never knew her well, but he did know that Anna was always going to be a bright star. She was a good student, dedicated and intelligent. She had been granted a scholarship at one of the most prestigious universities in the galaxy. By all accounts, she was going to be in the top of whatever field she choose to excel in. She had also disappeared six months ago. Most of the Kaa clan dismissed the event, just assuming that she had finally had enough of her strait-laced lifestyle and was going to return sooner or later, more world wise and the better for blowing off steam for once. She would hardly be the first Kaa to behave in such a manner. But the image of the introverted, somewhat awkward but extremely well kept and intelligent wolfess that Milo remembered looked nothing like the dishevelled creature he now saw. She sat, shoulders clenched, claws digging into the arm rests as she tightly gripped the chair. Dried stains of an unidentified liquid caked her fur. Her eyes were bloodshot, intensely staring at the syringe as she shook, her whole body seeming to quiver with pent up energy. She suddenly dove forward, snatching the needle with enough force to send the pan flying off the table. She inserted it into her arm and depressed the plunger. Moving her knees up under her chin and hugging herself, she started to sob quietly as the empty syringe rolled out of her arm and onto the floor.
Off screen, a door opened and closed. Two men appeared, a large chestnut horse and a brown bear.
"Hey, she took it herself for once. That only took four days." Said the bear.
"I . . . hate . . . you . . ." Croaked Anna, as she began to weep into her knees.
"That so?" Said the bear. "Doors open. You don't want to be here, just walk out. We wont stop you."
"Yeah. Or you can come over here and get some of daddies milk." Said the horse, gripping his semi-erect cock, waving it towards the wolf.
Anna looked off screen, the longing evident in her eyes as she weakly pawed towards the unseen door. She sobbed once more before sliding off the chair and crawling towards the horse. Reaching him, she took the base of his penis in both hands and started to lap at the large, still soft head.
"That's a good little whore." Moaned the horse as Anna took his cock into her mouth.
Anna opened her mouth, dropping the member. She looked up at the horse.
"I'm . . . not a whore." She whispered, her voice braking on the last word as she openly wept.
The picture froze.
"As I said, an interesting chemical." Said the Lynx. He pocketed the control pad as the rectangle faded out of existence.
"What kind of monster are you?" Growled Milo thought grit teeth.
Thomas didn't reply as the mouse butler returned.
"As requested, my lord." The mouse held a small, silver case in one hand and a leash in the other. The diamond studded leash was attached to a naked Anna. Far from the dishevelled wreak from the recording, Anna literally bounced into the room, a dopey grin on her face. The room was flooded with the scent of her active, engorged sex, and soft, fragrant bath oils.
"Sit, whore". Said Thomas, indicating the ground next to him. Anna immediately moved to his side and sat on the floor, looking up at him in admiration. Even when sitting still, she seemed to shake weakly, as if barely in control of her own muscles. She idly began to paw herself, seemly oblivious to her surroundings. The mouse give the container and leash to Thomas, before bowing and leaving the room.
Milo looked at Anna in shock. "Anna . . . ?" He said.
She looked up at him. "Oh, hey Milo! Long time no see!" She waved at him with the paw not rubbing her genitals. The wave was fast and erratic, barely controlled.
"She's not called Anna any more." Said the lynx, looking down at her. "Why don't you tell our guest what your new name is?"
"I'm little whore!" said Anna over-enthusiastically, wagging her tail rapidly. "I'm masters little fuck toy!" Each word had a desperate edge to it, as if she was forcing herself to believe it.
Milo winced as if struck. To hear a Kaa call Thomas 'Master' was almost physically painful. Now more then ever.
"Good little whore." Said Thomas as he ruffled Anna's ears. She leaned into his touch, wagging her tail joyfully. "Would you believe she still cries herself to sleep each and every night?"
"Anna . . .do you know what's happened? To us? To the Kaa clan?" Milo said, addressing Anna directly.
"I don't care about that stuff any more." Said Anna dismissively, as she continued to masturbate.
"What about the university? Your studies?"
"That's stuffs just boring. Getting fucked is much more fun! Yes, fun!" She said, grinning. Milo saw a single tear roll down her cheek, contrasting strongly with the expression on her face.
Thomas opened the small silver case, withdrawing a syringe. It was completely filled with the pale green solution, twice as much as was seen in the recording. "Is this boring?" He asked casually, rolling it in his digits.
Anna imminently froze, the constant quivering that had accompanied her since she had entered the room stopping for the first time. She locked eyes on the needle as her mouth slowly opened, a thin line of saliva leaking onto the carpet. "N . . .no. M . . .master, can I have some? Please? I'll be good. I'll go anything . . . please master . . . .please master!" She was getting more and more agitated. She began shaking violently, lifting a paw and clawing the air towards the green solution repeatedly, taking deep, ragged breaths. Her eyes were wide, ears perked and nostrils flared as she focused utterly on the needle in Thomas's paw.
"Tell me, my little whore, would you kill for this?" Said Thomas, as he eyed the syringe.
Anna didn't hesitate. "Yes! Who? Him?" She looked a Milo with a gaze of pure hate. Hackles raised, she furiously snarled, ejecting spittle and more strings of saliva unto the floor. She tensed, moving into a crouching position. Milo was sure she was about to pounce on him.
Thomas dropped the needle in front of her. She almost fell over garbing it as it hit the floor. In a blink she had ripped the protective cap off the tip with her teeth, and with practised ease slid the thin metal into her upper arm. A patch of fur on her arm had been shaved away, the skin red and swollen, covered in the track marks of hundreds of needle pricks. Her unseeing eyes rolled upward, sighing in contentment as she injected herself. She pulled the needle from her arm, carefully recapping it before presenting it to Thomas with both hands. "Thank you master." She said, tail once again thumping into the carpet. He took the offered needle and retuned it to the case.
"Do you enjoy my barbed cock?" he asked as he ruffled Anna's ears once more.
"N . . . no . . . it hurts." She said, looking crestfallen as her ears splayed, tail tucked under her.
"Would you fuck it, now, here, if I told you too?"
"Yes, yes YES!" Anna begged. Ears springing upright and tail thumping into the floor. She pawed at his leg. "Can I master? Please? Please?"
"Maybe later. Now stay." Chuckled Thomas. Anna splayed her ears as she looked away from him, whining in disappoint.
"As I said, an interesting chemical." Said Thomas. He withdrew another syringe from the case, this one holding only a small quantity of the pale green liquid. It was only about an eighth of the amount that Milo had seen Anna inject herself with in the recording. The thumping of Anna's tail stopped as she once more became transfixed on the needle. Thomas ignored her as he crossed the floor towards Milo.
"No . . ." Said Milo, shaking his head, eyes wide with fear. He attempted to leap to his feet, but searing pain coursed throughout his body as the batons discharged into him. His muscles cramped, forcing him to the floor. He felt weight pile onto his body as the rhino and horse held him down. Thomas pulled Milo's shirt sleeve up, located the vein and injected the fluid. Milo felt the cold solution flow though into his body. He tried to pull away from Thomas and was rewarded with another shock. The weights withdrew and he was once more hauled to his knees.
As the drug coursed throughout his body, Milo felt . . . nothing. No sudden burst of euphoria, no rush, no hallucinations as far as he could determine. It all felt . . . normal. Like nothing had changed. He wondered how impotent this chemical was. How much would it take to provoke a response from his body? At this rate, he could take twice as much! He could inject himself with the green fluid of a whole syringe and feel nothing . . .
Milo suddenly realized that he was considering injecting himself with the drug. He blinked. Thinking about the green needle made him feel . . . good. It wasn't a logical conclusion, he just felt a weak emotional attachment to the mere thought of injecting himself with the green solution. If this was the affect of a tiny amount of the drug on his body, what did the much larger doses do to the lighter frame of Anna?
"The effects will be felt momentary." Said Thomas as he deposited the empty needle back into is case before dropping the case into another pocket. "Now, I want my little whore to play a little game."
"A Sex game?" Anna's ears perked up in hope.
"In fact it is! I want you, my little whore." Anna smiled, tail thumping as another tear rolled down her face, glimmering in the firelight. "To expose Miloken's genitals to the wider world." Anna clapped her paws, grinning in excitement. The faint quivering of her body had returned. "However, you are not to touch him until he says 'blow me, bitch.' Understand?" Anna nodded wildly, pawing at the carpet in front of her, eager to start.
"What? No!" exclaimed Milo in disgust. "I will not degrade my clan mate like that! Call off this sick game Thomas. I've already agreed to get this object off Drom for you. I've agreed to your terms, now let me go."
"Ah! But that is exactly the problem, Miloken. You see, I do not make 'agreements' with you. You need to be shown, firmly and utterly, who controls this relationship. We do not come to 'terms', I give you dictates. You will serve me completely and willingly, or I will find other ways to extract obedience from you." said Thomas as he unclipped the leash from Anna's collar. "Go on whore, our guest is waiting."
"Anna, stop!" said Milo.
His rejection was ignored as Anna hopped over to him. She began to undo his belt buckle.
"Anna, listen to me! This . . . man . . . has enslaved our whole family!"
"I know." She said nonchalantly as she pulled his belt off and undid his pants. With a few tugs she pulled his pants and undergarments down, exposing his dark sheath and balls before sitting back on her hunches, tail waging.
"We have to get out of here!" He said. She just sat there, looking over his groin, fondling herself. "Anna, listen . . ."
'Damn her cunt smells good . . .' Milo thought. He shook his head. Where the fuck had that come from? No, he knew exactly why he had just thought that. He wasn't a robot. It was just the mechanics of biology. That was all.
"Look, Anna whatever it is they did to you, we can fix it. You just need . . . to . . ."
The naked wolfess in front of him was starting to arouse Milo. The way she just sat there, lewdly rubbing herself. Anna moaned softly as she entered herself with her fingers.
'Just the mechanics of biology. That is all. I am not, will not get aroused by my drug addled cousin.' Thought Milo.
" . . .get . . away . . ." He continued, but already knew he was losing the fight for control of his own urges. Anna lifted her fingers, covered in her own juices and placed them in her mouth, murmuring contently as her other paw rubbed her clitoris. Milo closed his eyes, attempting to block out the sight of the attractive female masturbating in front of him. His body may react, the drug was an aphrodisiac after all. He couldn't fight chemistry, but his mind was his own. HE was in control. HE will control his actions. HE will control when and how he was going to fuck her . . .
'Urg!' Milo thought. He was finding it harder and harder to concentrate. 'No! I will not lower myself like that! I-WILL-NOT command her to blow me!'
The tip of Milo's penis extended out of his sheath.
"Look who came out to play!" Said Anna. "Come on, come on, no one will hurt you!" She giggled unevenly and with an almost hysterical quality. Wagging tail thumping into the carpeted floor.
It was the smell. The odour of a bitch in heat. Wet and willing, waiting for a male. Milo's penis continued to grow. A shiver shot up his spine as cold air bombarded his cock. Milo's eyes shot open. Anna was now on all fours, leaning down mere centimetres away from his dick. She blew again.
"Anna, please, stop . . . . it" Begged Milo as he shuddered in pleasure. His penis was almost at its full hight. She examined it closely.
"I love the red colour of doggie cock." Said said. "I've had sooooo many since my treatment. Horse, bear, dog, reptile, feline, dragon, rabbit, llama . . ." She giggle hysterically again. "Hey!" she said, perking up. She rose to her feet before moving around then bending over, placing her rear directly in front of Milo's face. "I like yours, do you like mine? Feel free to have a have a taste!" She said with a giggle, waving her hips in front of him, tail raised. He was now able to examine her sex with the uppermost detail. The thick, dark lips and surrounding matted fur were soaked in her fluids. Milo watched, transfixed as a thin droplet formed at the bottom of her slit and slowly fell to the ground, leaving a thin trail behind it.
That smell, that wonderful, begging to be fucked smell. He could smell nothing else now. He wanted to smell nothing else. He breathed deeply, filling his lungs with the odour. His jaw opened and closed. It would be so easy to reach out and taste some of her succulent nectar . . . he just had to lean forward . . . she was begging for it after all . . .
'No!' thought Milo. He clamped his jaw shut and squeezed his eyes closed once more. "She was not begging for it. That thing in front of him was not Anna, but a ruined mind in her body."
Milo's cock was now painfully, fully erect. The pointed tip of the canine penis oozed precum. The clear fluid dribbled down the shaft, wetting his sheath before rolling over his scrotum and dripping to the floor.
Looking between her back legs at his cock, Anna exclaimed in joy. "Oooooh! Pre! I love pre!" She twirled around, dropping to her belly. Sensing the movement, Milo open his eyes, only to watch her crawl forward, careful not to touch his legs as she lay her head on the ground. Stretching her long canine tongue outward, she cupped it under his balls. A slow trickle of his precum oozed down from his tip, dripping onto her waiting tongue. Once the droplet landed, she withdrew her tongue into her muzzle, moving it about as she spread his precum around her mouth, murmuring in bliss.
"Anna . . ." Milo said said though clenched teeth. "Please . . . I need you to stop. Now."
It took every fibre of his being to not utter those words. The words that would signal his copulation to Thomas and this utter lack of control he had over himself.
Anna sat up, looking into Milo's eyes. "Please ask little whore to blow you." She begged. As Milo looked into her soft eyes, he hoped to see some glimmer of the real Anna, fighting, resisting the insane lust and sexual servitude. He saw only wanton need. She had given herself completely over to the drug and its effects.
"I wont . . ." he said slowly. Even he heard the lack of conviction in his voice.
"But little whore likes being called a bitch. Little bitch wants to blow you. Little bitch wants your cock in her mouth. Please call little whore a bitch, please!" She whined in desperation. She started to rub herself again, this time penetrating herself over and over with one paw while the other stimulated her clit as she moaned and panted. Milo found that he no longer had the will power to look away. She removed her paw from her tunnel, slick with her own fluids. Reaching up, she moved the heavenly scented digits over the tip of his nose and spread them. Milo watched almost cross-eyed, unable to tear his gaze away as the fluid seeped agonisingly slowly off her digits, bowing, lowering, falling onto his nose, then oozing down the sides of his muzzle were it caught on his whiskers and short muzzle hairs.
Milo could no longer help himself. He licked his lips, tasting her as he moaned in frustration and longing. The struggle in his mind stopped repeating 'why' do this repulsive act of humiliation and began to become 'why not'. Why not fuck this bitch? She was no longer a thinking individual. She wanted it. She was begging for it. She was a machine to be fucked and then fucked again. Who cares that they were distantly related? Who cared that she would never have consented to this before the drugs?
"Please Milo, little whore wants your cock. Little whore needs this. Why wont you say 'blow me bitch' to little bitch? Milo, little bitch wants you to say it! Tell little whore she is a bitch Milo!" The thing that was Anna whined.
The sound of his name in her begging tone tipped him over the edge. With clenched eyes and jaw, he whispered. "Blow me bitch."
Anna squealed in joy as she dove into him, grasping the base of his fully erect cock in both paws, she slid the pointed tip into her drooling mouth. Milo grunted in pleasure as he felt her warm, wet mouth close over the tip of his penis. She lowered herself onto the red shaft, forcing it against the ridges on the roof of her mouth with her tongue.
Milo strained against his bounds with the intent of seizing her head and forcing himself deeper into that warm muzzle, but the metal easily resisted his attempts. He settled for thrusting into her with only the power of his hips. "Blow me bitch!" he said again with more force.
Anna slowly withdrew, lathering his cock with her saliva as it receded from her. She rubbed the shaft over her snout, slowly pumping it with her paws. His constant precum leaking cock left streaks on her cheeks and lips, the sticky fluid mashing into her face fur.
"Suck it you little fucking whore." He heard himself say. Maybe it was the drug, or maybe it was just the knowledge he had already fallen so far, why not a little further?
She slid her paws up and down the saliva covered cock as she lapped at the tip. Her hot tongue flickered over the tip again and again, taking the pre into her month. She moved a paw down his cock, over the swollen knot and onto his ball sack. She applied pressure as she squeezed one of his balls firmly.
"Fucking filthy whore! Your nothing but a cum hungry slut!"
She moaned as she took his length into her moist month again, this time bobbing up and down the length as she slid her tongue over his member. Releasing him, she placed her paws on either side of him and lowered herself. Once her jaw was level with his balls, her long canine tongue extended past her lips and reached under his scrotum. He felt it curl under his sack, slowly sliding up over his testicles and knot before it's hot velvety touch moved up the underside of his cock as she licked him like some giant lollipop.
She took one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it around in her jaws. She reached up and gripped his knot, forcing pleasure to spike through his body as she squeezed the swollen orb with her paw. His dripping cock gave a spurt of pre in response. The sickly fluid cleared her paw and landed on top of her long muzzle.
"You enjoy being a whore, don't you bitch? You like what's happened to you!" He screamed down at her.
She released his testicle and rose, once more placing her muzzle over the tip of his cock. She rubbed it over her chin, the short, stiff fur dragging over his sensitive tip. He emitted a long, low moan.
"I'm getting close you cum slut. Take every drop!" Milo commanded her. In response Anna took a deep breath.
Her hot month once more enveloped his tip, sliding down the shaft as her tongue pushed his cock against the roof of her month. Instead of withdrawing she continued downward, taking his entire length as it pushed over the base of her tongue and into her throat. With one paw she gripped his ball sack, pulling downward as her other paw pinched the space behind his knot sharply as she swallowed. The muscles in her throat massaged the tip of his cock, bathing it in heat, saliva, and pressure.
Milo felt pleasure wash over him, the stimulation of every sensitive organ driving him to orgasm. He growled as he tensed, feeling his muscles contract and his knot bulge to its full size as be began to ejaculate. Through her paw holding his scrotum, Anna felt the imminent orgasm and hurriedly began to withdraw her month. The first burst of seamen landed directly over the base of her tongue. As his cock burst from it's confinement in her muzzle Milo continued to ejaculate. Strings of white fluid drenched her muzzle, mixing with his pre into her matted fur. As his cock gave a final jerk, the last of his cum dribbled down his shaft. Anna lapped it up, her mouth once again clamping over the tip of Milo's penis as she sucked, trying to extract every last drop.
Milo collapsed backward onto his ankles, panting. Anna followed him, softly suckling his slowly deflating member. He sat, bathing in the sexual afterglow, his long canine tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. With glazed over eyes Milo slowly regained his wits. He suddenly realized he was grinning. That same vacant, lifeless grin that Anna eternally wore.
Was this the true horror of Keen? The fact that he was acutely aware of every thought, every feeling that had gripped his unclouded mind and body, forcing him to lust and wanton need? No, he was never forced. He was merely enabled. With enough Keen, Milo now felt sure that he would have raped Anna whether she wanted it or not, and he would have done it with a clear mind, feeling every single second.
Milo looked down at Anna. Her mind was still there. She simply could no longer fight. Trapped inside, unable to control her own urges and impulses. She was aware of everything she did, she felt very single humiliating and degrading act. Yet she simply could no longer say no.
His guards were no longer restraining him. They must have released him at some point during . . . his rape? Her rape? Milo didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to think about the things he had said. The things he had done. He didn't want to admit that he had stood, wilfully participating after the guards had moved. He didn't want to think about anything. He slumped in defeat as he weakly whined in submission.
"What's the matter?" Said Thomas from his place by the fire. He casually stroked the large bulge in his dressing gown, having thoroughly enjoyed the show as the pair degraded themselves in front of him. "Don't you enjoy reverting to the baser instincts? You seemed to just a moment ago." He mocked them.
Milo remained silent. The only sounds in the room was the crackling of the fire and the soft slurping of Anna's tongue.
"Well, I do seem to recall that you have a job to scurry off and complete for me. So it is time you stopped pleasuring yourself on my animal. Little whore, here!" Called the Lynx as he patted his thigh.
Anna finally released Milo's member. She seemed to pause for a moment as Milo heard a barely audible whisper, floating just above the crackling of the flamers.
"I'm sorry Milo. I'm so very sorry . . ."
"What?" He asked in surprise down at her lowered head, his ears standing to attention, straining to capture more of her whispers. "What did you just say?"
She lifted her head to look him in the eye. Her eyes had a wide, wild look, that dopey brainless grin still pasted on her cum and saliva soaked muzzle. He couldn't tell if the dampness under her eyes was his own sexual fluids or her tears.
"I said your cum tastes great! I can't wait until you came back!" Her voice had a desperate and forced tilt once more.
"Whore, come!" Said Thomas with more force, slapping his thigh.
Anna turned, bounding back over to sit once more at Thomas's feet. The lifeless grin remained planted on her face as she rubbed the sides of her muzzle, wetting the backs of her paws in the mess that covered her mouth before licking the sticky fluid off her paws.
Milo became aware of the return of his guards, whose heavy hooves fell on his shoulders. Once more he felt the tips of shock batons jab into his body.
"Before, you wanted to know what kind of monster I was." Said Thomas as he examined the palm of his own paw. He slowly extended one retractable claw after another. "I was a creature of my environment. As are you. As is everyone. A rare few rise above the influences that control them, learn to manipulate them, and then dominate the very environment that had caged them. One day, maybe you too will rise, but I doubt it."
"One day." Milo did not snarl. He didn't even growl. He simply stated the fact. "I will kill you."
The lynx snorted. "A hollow threat from a hollow man. I've heard many. In fact, I seem to recall your father sputtering something similar. That is, before he hung himself." Thomas glanced over the exposed Milo. "Of course, most threats are made much more potent by the presence of pants."
Milo remained silent.
"Now, the time has come for you to depart. Say goodbye to Milo little whore."
"Bye Milo! I hope you will came back and teach little whore that she is a bitch again sometime!" The ruined mind in Anna's body once more gave that same erratic, over-enthusiastic wave that it had used to greet Milo.
"Take him away." Said Thomas, addressing the guards. "Give him a meal and the equipment I ordered earlier, all the information he needs is contained within. Then put him to bed. Tomorrow, a well fed, rested and motivated Miloken Kaa will go to Drom. And do try to remember the consequences of failure. I do so enjoy the irony of a Kaa retrieving this object for me. I would hate to have to procure it by more mundane means."
The horse and rhino roughly started to drag Milo towards the door, not even bothering to rotate him to face the direction they were moving. Behind them, he watched as Thomas undid the front of his evening gown, revealing his erect, barbed cock.
"Little whore, you did not come when master first called. That makes me disappointed."
A look a horror crossed Anna's face. "I'm sorry master! Little whore will be a good whore! Little whore won't do it ever again, little whore promises!"
"We will see. Now, present! And this time, do not collapse or I shall withhold Keen from you for a week."
"NO!" Anna screeched. She practically dived on the Lynx's cock, franticly lapping at his penis while feverishly repeating. "Little whore is a good whore. Little whore is a good whore. Little whore is a good whore. . . ."
The Lynx sneered in frustration. "No you dumb bitch! I said present!" He backhanded the wolfess. The sharp slap echoed around the chamber as Anna was thrown onto her side by the force of the blow.
"Why is it so difficult to acquire obediently slaves?" The Lynx sighed to himself as Anna scrambled onto all fours. She presented herself to him, tail held high. He roughly gripped her waist with his paws, his extended claws biting into her flesh.
The last thing Milo saw as the door closed was the lynx roughly thrusting into Anna. She screamed in agony, her knees buckling, almost giving way as he forcefully tore himself out of her.
The door closed with a soft click.