New Pet
**Please note: If you are under the Age of 18 you're not supposed to be reading this. It's adult material and if you are I am not to be held reponsible. Please do not harass me about the sadistic nature of this piece, if you don't like it stop reading. By the way, have fun. If you have comments please send them to [email protected] Thanks. - Teh Rhari**
A seething growl escaped the canine's lips, her ears pinned against her skull as the whip she held in her hand cracked. Eyes of an eerie red-ish color locked onto the blue of the slave before her. Her long bushy tail swung in front of her, stroking the underside of his chin. "Miserable whelp," She hissed, grabbing the lead that was tied to him and the wall. She gave it a firm tug, pulling the other canine, the slave, to the floor.
He looked up at her pleadingly, not willing to risk voicing his opinion, it'd only be shot down. Ears pinned to his skull as he slunk to the floor, lying out for his new mistress. Strong legs curled up against the wall as he was pulled tight by the lead and collar. Standing over him she made to untie the leash from the wall, a snarl on her muzzle, "Touch me and die." She stood over him, untying the leash then stepped off, pulling the chain roughly, calling him to her side.
"Good boy." She leaned down and patted his head as his form crept to her side. He nosed against her, following on all fours as she tread across the dungeon floor. They came to stop at a large stone table, more of an alter then anything. She smiled and pulled the leash upward, "Up pet." He immediately went up then looked her in the eyes.
"M-mistress," He whispered, "i-if I may s-speak freely."
She nodded, keeping her eyes away from his, pulling on a pair of blood red leather gloves.
"Mistress, what are you g-going to do to me?" He looked down and whimpered once. His head went low as he gazed submissively towards her.
She looked at him, staring into the blue eyes, capturing them and holding him with her gaze, "I am going to make you mine Pet. I will make you a part of me and for the rest of your life you will be mine." She stepped forward, grabbing the much larger male's neck in her small paws. Her eyes flashed as she pushed him onto the alter, forcing him to his back. "You will not resist or I will tie you down and make this much worse for you."
He nodded again, giving a light whimper as his head hit the hard stone. His ears flattened into his headfur and his eyes shut. The slave could feel her movements around him, he knew exactly where she was. Cold paws of his mistress traveled down the length of his leg, causing him to shiver in a mix of pleasure and cold.
She reached beneath the table, ears open, perked and listening. The slave, known as Arash was lying on the table, his heart racing, blood rushing swiftly through thick veins. She could do little but grin at the thought of taking him, turning him. Long canines began to show through her muzzle, her arousal getting to her. The mistress, Elden, pulled a long dagger out, wiping it clean of debris on her red leather. She noted Arash's eyes were shut tight and took this chance to cut him, slicing across his lower leg, giving a small slice on his calf. The blood formed a small bead on his skin, soaking into the blue fur.
Ara shook his head at the first cut. It stung fiercely and it took all his strength to keep from calling out. He felt the first bit of blood soak into his fur and whimpered. If she continued like this he would have a hard time recovering, he hated cuts, blood and the like. This new mistress was too cruel.
Elden again shook her head, the blade tracing down his leg until it reached his foot pads. It was here she took the most delight, bringing down the blade, slicing through the soft flesh, bringing out a fair amount of blood. It was now that she shivered and leaned down, taking a few tentative licks at the crimson fluid.
Arash could not help but cry out. The blade stung to him, bringing his heart rate up he began to pant as he whimpered, drawing his foot pad away as she lapped at him. He opened his eyes, scared that what had once seemed like a granite alter had now turned to a shiny black surface, hematite, the blood rock. He whimpered and looked down at the Mistress, her muzzle lined with her pet's blood.
"Get back her pet." Elden hissed, flicking her tongue to lick her chops, letting it lick down her long vampiric incisors. "I told you to behave." She whispered menacingly, bringing up the whip and cracking it over his thighs. He cried out again, a welt developing where it had hit. She shook her head, "Pathetic thing." A growl was on her muzzle as she clambered over top of him, a paw reaching for his neck, "You're lucky I am lenient." The paw slid upward grabbing his chin and turning it to the side, exposing the soft flesh of his neck. She licked her chops and waited for him to resist.
He tried to turn his head back, to see what the vixen had in store for him, but the paw held him firmly to one side. He gave a buck of his hips, hitting her rear, hoping to distract her from the sensitive area, but noted it futile.
Elden growled again, displeased with her pet for trying to stop her. She dug her nails into his chin and squeezed roughly, her red eyes never leaving his neck. The soft flesh was oh so inviting, she could do little but lean down and lick it. She heard him murr at the sensation, and she chuckled, taking her two incisors and plunging into the flesh, nicking the jugular artery.
His eyes widened as he let out a fierce yelp. His heart rate increasing dramatically at the searing pain the traced up his back and into his neck. The cut on his foot pad and leg seemed nothing compared to the burning sensation of vampiric saliva dripping into the cut. His legs stiffened as he shuddered and began to cry.
She grinned and dug her fangs in deeper, lapping back the blood, swallowing it hungrily. She withdrew and grinned down at her pet, the blood flowing slowly from the two small holes in his neck. Again she chuckled, bringing the knife and slicing across her palm. Burning blood came from this cut and she pressed it to the muzzle of her new slave, wishing to turn him, make him lust for blood as she did. This, oh this is how she would torture him. She slid her paws down his chin and forced his jaws open, dripping the blood down his throat.
The blue wolf let out a howl, the liquid searing and burning down his throat, casting a lustful darkness into his soul. Elden hopped from the alter and began securing the beast in chains, knowing that soon enough he would start thrashing and biting, as she had when she was turned. The black leather collar around his neck was replaced by a strong metal one, fastened to the alter. Chains of all sizes were now being pulled up, only the strongest of them being attached to his arms and legs.
He lie there, writhing in pain, eyes flashing with a burning desire to rip open his mistress, take all her blood, take all she had in her. He gave another short howl and waited to catch her in his gaze once more.
She stood nearby, the seemingly most beautiful thing in his now dark and lustful eyes. He could not bring himself to speak in an understandable tongue but instead reverted to a most feral language, one in gurgles, growls, barks and howls. The vixen herself returned these and soon found herself on top of the restrained male, paws tearing away the tiny amount of clothing left on him. His quickly hardened cock stood proudly out of it's sheathe, pressing up toward her. Elden slid backward, pressing the head of his member to the tight warm wet entrance to her pussy. She gave a longing moan and slid him inside.
Arash knew little of what was going on, but noted immediately when she had slid him inside. He let out a small howl of pleasure and began bucking fiercely upward, his long cock pressing as far as it could into her, giving her cause to moan and squirm. His eyes shut as he bared his muzzle and for the first time, reveal remarkable fangs.
Elden, forgetting that she had just turned this pet, placed her paws at the side of his head, still bucking downwards each time he came up, tightening her already tight pussy around his prick. She chuckled as beads of sweat formed on his brow, his obvious attempted to continue this pleasure.
His hands groped towards her breasts, a whimper on his muzzle, longing over taking his very being. Ara forced himself up harder, forced his thick rigid wolfhood up to his knot, attempting to fit even that into her.
She cried out as he tried to force the knot upwards. Her paws dug into his chest as she forced herself down, taking his knot into her, applying the needed pressure to get him to cum, and cum he did. His load shot deep into her, lining her inner walls. So much of it filled her that it began to drip out with her own fluids, mixing them together on their thighs. Elden collapsed in exhaustion, the pulsing cock still locked within her. She murred softly and noted that her pet, so tired from turning and from the more recent orgasm had passed out beneath her.
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**NOT one of my good stories.... Sorry**