beauty and the beast
Caressing her dark hair, tail nervously twitching; there were times it became almost too much. Black cat, a soul without direction, bound within her own desperate need for abuse. Her eyes are dark, playful spheres, though cold like granite. Raven locks fall around her shoulders. The only blemish on her skin besides faded scars is a patch of white ink. Her tattoo spans over the back along soft curves between her shoulders. She seems to be entangled within the briar like vines, thorns stab into her soft skin without giving pain, unlike the countless blades she has put herself under. Self-mutilation was, in a way, her only escape until she met him. She said his pain was real.
He was a true sadist. Cold, dead reptilian skin, red and black scales twisted into a macabre body of malice. They paired off well. His strong arms held around her white ink; his scaled markings blending nicely. When she would caress him you could see those granite eyes melt into tears. He brought her something she had never known. Happiness was what she called it; but all I saw was pain. What could I do? She seemed satisfied with the arrangement, and I was not getting in the way. A confidant only listens; watching from the sidelines without a word.
Like any desperate creature who sat on the sidelines, I fantasized. She would invite me to her place to talk, like we always did, but this time would be different. My cat would be in tears about something and fall at my feet as I came through the door. Slowly, I would gather her up in my arms and carry her to the bedroom; soothing words in her ears would end the crying. My hands would run along her back to the nape of her neck, I would smell her, taking in deep breaths of that overpowering odor; sex, the wet smell coming from between her legs with anticipation. Her soft paws would fall on my head and gently pull me to her and I would blush. Then, she would see my throbbing manhood, my desperate yearning. I would take her hand and invite her to touch me, to feel what she does to my body when we are this close. In that moment of exploration we would finally understand each other's wanting.
She would start stroking me and my hand would slip down to her skirt. So easy to lift up the fabric, my fingers would caress her inside thigh. Fuck she's so wet! I want her now, but slow down, take your time. Her hand's doing the job for you while you feel around. She moans once and it sends you over the edge. Pre-cum signals you're ready, but she's not wet enough yet. You'll guide her head down to your cock and she'll suck for a while. You lie down on the bed and let her sit on your face. The taste of her cunt, your eyes role back into your head and you lick and suck. More soft cries, but she won't let go of your dick. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!! That's it, you flip her over and in an instant you're slipping into hot, wet flesh. Pumping, yes... yes... YES! Tight wet cunt, building the pressure, it's unbelievable, working her still, don't stop, don't stop. I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!
Then silence, only the sound of heavy breathing, the smell of sex and sweat. I would hold her and say everything would be ok now. I'd take her away from everything and we'd be happy together. No more cutting, no more abuse. She'd be safe with me. But reality would soon return. I'd be sitting in the study with cum all over my hand. My open eyes would no longer see a black cat, but the computer screen; fucking porno sight full of empty faces. Then, the phone rings and I jump out of the chair. Hello? It's her, she needs to talk and I say I'm on my way. A few moments in the bathroom cleaning up, a fresh shirt, and I head out the door.
She was not crying, but I could sense worry and knew she needed me. We lay on her sofa together in the warm afternoon sun. I was close to her, those eyes and the soft hands that held my head, my nose in those dark strands of hair. I took a deep breath and imagined her pulling me into her arms. To restrain myself I bit my tongue. She felt me wince and looked into my eyes. I was sweating and breathing heavily. Perhaps the moment I had fantasized about so often was finally coming to life. I knew she was reading me, preparing to draw me closer with those soft paws. Then her hands dropped from my face and I sat back onto the sofa.
His dark shadow loomed over us. Standing up quickly to make for the door, I could feel him staring at me as I left and knew such liberties would not be forgiven. The door slammed and I wondered what would happen to my beautiful dark angel. She would try to explain no doubt and he would tear into her with new purpose. The knife would bring her no joy this time around. She would scream at him and beg, but the blade held tight by a jealous madman hears nothing. It would sink much deeper into the delicate folds of her flesh, rooting out any secrets. Salty red syrup dripping from her mouth would spill no lies. Those lips touched with a kiss like no other; a taste of cold steel on the tongue tonight. Fearsome frenzy of nightmares, she dances with death. Standing on the edge of darkness, light fades as the memory becomes another permanent scar.
I tried to call her the next day. The phone rang for a while, my mind slipping into a den of frightening thoughts. I pulled at my hair, trying to ignore that twitch of fear welling up in the gut. Some like to call it butterflies, but to me it's premonition. I drop the phone and ran to the car without closing the front door. Each turn down a side street brings me closer, but I can't move fast enough. Engulfed in traffic, another red light sends me back to thoughts of what he had done to her. Blood was his favorite sport. If he hurt her again, this time I would stop it, this time things would end on a happy note, this time I was going to be too late.
In her driveway the black prelude signaled his presence in the house. She was not alone yet. Instinct forced me to the doorbell and I hung my hand just below the button, waiting for a signal that something was not alright. My mind screamed at me to burst in on them, to stop her torture and bring down the scaled bastard that held her emotional chain, convincing her of their love while skinning her alive. His claws stained with blood, lashing his tail and grinning with that disgusting forked tongue licking her open wounds. He would revel in such a gruesome task; the excuse to stitch up his own handy work so she would hold on for another night of sadistic pleasure at her own expense.
A cry brought me back to the door and what horrors might lay just beyond. It was a faint plea for mercy, beckoning me inside. My hand moved from the doorbell straight to the knob and I threw my weight against the frame as the door gave in. The crash brought him into the hallway and all my worst fears came true as he dropped the blood stained knife in surprise. The serpent glared at me with malice. I had interrupted his ritual, stolen his moment of triumph. Regaining his position the reptile drew himself to his full height, towering over me like a column of smoke and flame. His size, scales, and claws reminded me of my own weak humanity. I had trespassed on sacred ground, stepped into the animal world to oppose a nature no man could understand. He saw my doubts and grinned with a terrible gaping jaw. I could smell her on his breath and thought to call out so that she knew I was near. Surly if she could respond, to know she was alive, but in my hesitation he acted.
A large hand fell on my face and gripped my head like a vice. He picked me up like a rag doll and moved me through a doorway into another room. I felt steel against my back and then the hand fell away revealing the chain link cage I was put into. Searching franticly my eyes fall on a mass of black fur across the room. She is balled up, trying to protect herself from his blade. The monster lifts her up with surprising gentleness, never taking his eyes off me as he sets her on a table a few feet away. He reveals her nakedness with pleasing gestures as I look on. My fear quickly turns to rage as he slaps her face, calling at the feline to awaken. Her eyes flicker to life and widen as she is forced to look in my direction. He explains that I am to be her audience, to watch as he violates her at his whim. The lizard dips a claw between her legs and roughly wiggles until she cries out in pain. His forked tongue spills into her mouth to silence to sound of protest. Forcing her back on the table he straddles her and eagerly drops his own pants, lifting his tail out of the way to make sure I get a good view.
The phallus drops out of a hidden pouch in his stomach and dips into her tender nether region. He pulls back and grips himself to draw out the moment before penetration. She moans as he inserts two digits along her clit, teasing the moisture from her body. I crash against the cage and curse him, impotent in my own attempt to save her I must now watch my beloved rapped by her cruel master. Slicked down scales rattle against one another as he shivers in anticipation. The dark fur below him cringes as the first blow send her body reeling. He drives the screams out of her, pumping his massive cock deep between such beautiful legs. There is more blood, dripping now off the table onto tiled floor where it pools along the black and white checked pattern of stone and acrylic.
I try to loose myself in the colors but I cannot block out her cries of anguish as he grips her for another piercing blow. Black and red pounding into her again, she tries to slip from under him but his wide feet pull her back into him as he begins to climax. I know he is fucking her raw, his body preparing to unload its black seed deep within her belly. In a few quick strokes he gets off on her and collapses with satisfaction. The smell of reptile cum sickens me and I retch in the back of my cage. Finished, the reptile pushes back from the table and walks from the room, leaving her in a puddle of her own blood mixed with his taint. The fluids pour out of her and stream down the inside of spent thighs.
Moments later the defiler returns to his victim with a mop and bucket in hand. Pointing at the floor he instructs me to clean up after them as he unlocks the cage. As the door opens I lunge but he catches me off balance and throws my head into the stainless steel table. Dazed, I fall back on the ground for a moment and gaze up into familiar eyes. She is looking at me, pleading that I follow his instructions for both our sakes. My cloths are soaked in their liquids. He tears off my shirt and motions that I should disrobe. When I move to protest he picks up the knife and shakes it at her. The pants come off, then shoes, underwear, sox; I stand before them in my nakedness and share in her vulnerability, though I have no fur.
The lizard laughs and throws the mop at me in disgust and turns his attention back to the female. Out of the corner of my eye I see him pull out a towle and begin wiping her off. She flinches at his touch but he caresses her with such gentility that she relaxes into his arms. I fight the sickness welling up in me at what I see and smell around me. The bucket of filth full, I call out that I have finished and he stops to check my work. The tile is smeared, but drying. He removes the bucket and returns with another. The smell of bleach is welcomed as he dumps the contents onto the floor. I continue mopping as I watch the pair talking together in hushed tones. Her eyes never leave his face and I am sure she does not look at me to incur his wrath. The tile is clean again and I even manage to remove my own bile from the cage. Satisfied with my work, he locks me away again and invites me to prepare for the next act in this twisted little show.
She is shackled to the wall opposite my cage. From a drawer he takes a large object. On closer inspection I can see it's a vibrator. He is going to bring her pleasure now; forcing her body to react, even if her heart is not there. He warns her that if she comes before he tells her to there will be punishment. I cannot watch. Turning, I face the wall and grip the metal links with my hands to steady myself. He is coming to the cage to share his displeasure at my ignoring the show.
I am tied to the chain link facing her on the wall. We are only six feet apart and I can smell her sex. The reptile sadist is pleased with this arrangement and even offers me a sleeve, fitting the toy over my flaccid penis and strapping it around my butt. He plugs the cord into a wall socket and I feel the vibration starting at the base of my manhood and slowly moving up and down my shaft. He explains that I should not miss out on the fun, that if I play along I might even enjoy myself. The thought sickens me, but I cannot fight the growing erection between my legs.
She is aroused too. The toy slips out of her cunt which is not dripping with desire. The smell is intoxicating, it drives my body into a fit of lust and I buck against the sleeve. Our scaled tormentor laughs at our sexual frustration. From another drawer he produces a pair of butt plugs. Standing before me he commands that I spit on them. I turn my face away and he reminds me that using a dry toy to anally penetrate someone is a most painful venture. With tears running down my face I spit at the plug until it is dripping in his hand. Then he walks away from me to her and slips a hand under her tail hole.
She arches her back and cries out in surprise as his hand comes out empty handed. He whispers into her soft black ear and she nods in acceptance. The red and black monster parts her lips with the plug and she moans, letting her rough tongue guide the toy into her mouth. A few minutes later he is coming towards me with the glistening member. I feel the silicone parting my cheeks and forced roughly into my ass. He whispers in my ear that if I drop the toy he'll put in an even bigger one without the courtesy of letting his little pet lube it up for me. I curse him under my breath and receive a slap across the face for my disrespect.
Suddenly I hear her moaning and he spins around with a word of warning. She is going to cum without his permission. The vibrator has pushed her body over the edge and her staggered breathing of fighting against the pleasure are waning to the impulse of pure sexual desire. He threatens her with a lashing but to no avail; his voice lost in her screams of climax as the toy is flooded with pussy cum. I feel my own cock coming to its peak and a moment later I too cry out with pleasure as seed explodes from the sleeve.
Our master cloaks his satisfaction with a few lashings at our legs. He lets his kitten down from the wall and removes the toys gently. Her onyx coat shines with sweat as a little froth drips from the edge of her hungry mouth. The lizard beckons her to a chair and mops her down with another fresh towel. More low tones are exchanged and then he slaps her across the face, throwing her body to the floor. I call out in anger and receive a lash across my chest from his whip. The monster presents his groin in her face and orders a hand job. I watch her soft paws fondling his sack gingerly. First one paw, then two. He eases back into the chair and lets his pet please him from her knees; black tail curling around her ankle to help her balance.
He looks right at me with a grin as his cock slips out of its sheath again. She takes the rod into her mouth and purrs, sending pleasurable vibrations up the base of his erection. Again scales rattle and the reptile's toes beguines to curl as his eyes focus on my face. In reaction I look away, then back quickly as I hear her cry out. His claws dig into her back mercilessly and I watch the pain travel to the base of her spine in spasms. She keeps her head down and licks at him furiously, but he stands up suddenly and pushes her away.
I have challenged him, unwittingly spoke my dissatisfaction and provoked his ill intentions once more. Like reaching for a scrap of paper he tore me from the fence. She sat in silence with her eyes down cast as I was thrown in the chair before her. Our master gave his command and she was between my legs panting as the first lash found its mark on the back of her neck. The handcuffs and screwed down chair legs held my struggle and, were not the bolts in the floor, I would have thrown myself and the chair at him.
My beautiful kitten began sucking me, but I had been spent and knew it would take much too long for my climax for her at the end of his whip. She cried out as the leather tip caught her again. We were his until he grew tired of our weakness that put us away. In my own foolish reflection I wondered if coming to save her had only insured our terrible fate at the mercy of this sadistic reptile punisher. All hope fled at this thought and as another crack came down on her black fur I at last saw the selfishness of my actions and resigned to accept whatever punishment was dealt us.
In the months that followed I became what in this dark circle is called "purified". My will was stripped along with any spark of rebellion I might have conceived. After my first encounter with my reptilian master, I was passed through the ranks of other dominators and taught the worthlessness of my condition; naked, helpless, and certainly without merit beyond my worth as a toy. I am told it takes years to be forgiven, to rise above the rank of entertainment to servant, even slave. This cult of blood and sex has seen fit to engulf my very identity. I am now a nameless pet, along side dozens of other animals and humans alike. Perhaps if I behave well enough I might be sent to recruit potentials. You see, the very thing happened to me not long ago; I stumbled upon beauty and fell prey to her beast.