Between a Cock and a Hard Place
#3 of Being the Maid
Truly the little bun was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or, rather, stuck between the bed and her Master's cock. The taste of spunk and how he just so throughly used her like a toy in the laundry room had left her only hole begging to be filled and abused, but not teased and tortured. Her Master delighted in such things: making her wait, making her beg for it with flushed cheeks and tearful, needing eyes. This time though, she felt he had gone a bit too far...and it worked like every single other time.
He had taken to bondage, and used her as his little guinea pig for his restraining experiments. He never did any thing too painful to her beyond the normal contortionism. This time was simple though. He had bought a basic "under the bed" restraint set, the kind where the straps would slid under the mattress. He had reworked it a little for this evening. He had bent her over the bed, her wrists retrained and legs spread wide open by a cross section of nylon straps and leather cuffs. She had looked back at him when he did so. Her pink cheeks had grown red and her eyes sparkled full of lust. She had willingly bent over for him, her hole gaping in expectation of his dominating cock, instead her hole was...insulted by what she could only tell was a string of small gel beads, barely felt as he easily slipped them all in until her gaping ass swallowed them. He purred and gave her rear a pat. "Such a good girl"
"Thank you master" she said as she smiled and squirmed, doing every thing she could to feel the small beads in her anus. She purred when she managed to tighten her hole, her anus wrapping around the little strung spheres enough to graze her nerves. She began to squirm harder, an attempt to make it feel like the beads were pumping up and down her ass when she felt her cheeks spread, a small gust of air, and the feel of her masters rough tongue. She eeped as he began to rim her, the tip prodding her hole, so strong that no matter how hard she clamped it still managed to slither in. She purred as his tongue flicked about the inside of her ass, pushing the beads further in. She moaned as she felt the tip bend and pop past her colon. She gripped the sheets and attempted to push back on his nose. She wanted his tongue deeper, to feel the wet appendage flicker along her entire canal. As her hips moved so did his shoulders, she moaned at his denial, she could feel his lips curl into a smirk. She hated and loved it at the same time. Much to her chagrin he stopped with his licking, she could her him purposely slurp his tongue form her ass, smacking his lips before he did the unexpected. She let out a small cry and a whimper as he thrust two fingers unceremoniously up her ass, pushing the beads even further. Another moan escaped from her lips as she felt another bead slip past her colon. His fingers scissored to ether side, stretching her wide, forcing a realization on her. She looked back over her shoulder, slightly concerned.
"Master...I...don't feel a string for retrieving the beads"
Her eyes widened as sudden realization dawned on her by the smirk on his face and the way he nonchalantly pushed a third finger into her ass. There was no string, he was just going to casually reach in and grab them. With his strength compared to hers, he would have his hole fist into her with relative ease...much excruciating pain for her. She whimpered, the thought was the hottest yet most frightening one she had ever had, her master fisting her to retrieve a set of anal beads her ass had been forced to swallow. She gripped the sheets of the bed as tight as she could, biting down as she felt a forth finger easily but painfully push into her ass. He had all but his thumb in and began stroking her walls, his fingers curling to tickle her nerves. pushing the beads further in. Her back bowed as she let out the longest moan yet. Three beads popping past her colon, she could feel that was almost the entire length. She was drooling, tongue starting to lull out of her muzzle as she grew used to the pain and felt nothing but the pleasure of his fingers curling and working the inside nerves. Her ass tightened around his hand, her mind working on instinct now. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head and all her brain understood from so many past encounters was that a cock needed pleasing and that it was time to start milking. Her walls worked in reverse. Muscles contracting in a wave to pull at his hand. He smiled, he nodded to her, knowing though that she was barley coherent...but only remain that way for a split second more as he thrust the rest of his hand into her ass.
Suddenly the world came back to her, a rush of pain shooting up her spine as her ass gaped open to take his hand in and mercifully contracted back to wrap around his wrist. She wiggled and squirmed as he began pushing his arm into her, her sphincter slowly forced wider and wider. Her eyes filled with tears as her back bowed and she attempted to pull away form the pain only to be held in place by the nylon straps. She begged, she pleaded for him to stop, to at the very least let her stretch open for him. Her please fell on deaf ears, his arm still slowly moving forward until his finger tips felt the end of the beads. Just one left. He smiled as he pushed it forward and watched as her back arched. She moaned, the pain and pleasure just too much. His free hand slipped in front of her little tool as it pulsed and a white stream erupted from the tip. She purred and convulsed into her orgasm, her eyes closed and lips curled into a smile as she snuggled the sheets, wiggling her ass painfully, still on his arm.
Slowly he pulled away, leaving the beads, letting another semi-realization dawn on her. She looked back as she purred at the great amount of dissing pleasure that swept over his body as he finally pulled his hand free. "Master...you...left the beads?"
She looked back over her shoulder, she saw the hand he used to catch her come stroke his exposed red cock. She purred at the luscious sight of the tiger who regularly dominated her give her the honor of using her cum as lube for his cock. She wanted the beads out though. She began to push while he stroked, she moaned and squirmed as they were forced back past her colon. She cried out as she felt them suddenly ripped form her hole as the first of the beads peeked out of her ass. She looked back to see her master smirked as he held them aloft.
"You don't want these pet? What do you want then?" He asked it with a delicate voice as he stepped forward, hands grasped her tiny frame, his large cock, the tip, nestled at the opening to her ass. She didn't reply, only bit her lip and braced. He was never delicate when he fucked her, she liked it that way, loved how he just rammed his cock up her ass and fucked her raw. This was it, this was the long process of him torturing her with his cock, refusing to break her in two with it until she begged him. He started slow, prodding her hole, the tip barely penetrating her gaping sphincter. He asked her again, asked her what she wanted. "I want your cock..." she admitted quietly. He would nod, he did. That understanding nod. The path of his stroke changed, his length hot dogging along her spread cheeks, his tip pushed hard on her sphincter so it would push in and then denying her as it pop out and he continued up. He commanded her to beg for it. At this point, all the teasing, the painful torture. All she wanted was pleasure, was to hear him moan and feel him squirm, was to feel him spray his load up her ass or force her around to shoot it all over her face and chest.
"Please Master. Fuck me! I need to feel your cock, I need to feel you use me. I need to know it makes you happy to see me writhe and squirm under you. There is no want. NEED! I have to have it as much as I have to have air to live. Please!?"
He nodded, smiling, suddenly thrusting half his length into her. She squealed with joy "How can I deny such a plea. You need it like you need air to live? Then take all of it my darling little bun" he gave a hard stroke, the other half of his length plunging into her, his head neatly pushing past her colon. She moaned and body quaked, but given no time to brace as he held her hips tight, claws extending to dig into her flesh and anchor his weight to her. He pulled her back on him as much as he pushed, forcing squeals and squeaks of joy and pleasure form her lips each time his thighs connected with her ass. She wrapped her anus tight around him, milking him, willing to do any thing to see that he enjoyed his bunny toy. She looked back over her shoulder, a large, loving smile on her muzzle as she watched him grunt and snarl into his thrusts. She laied her head down on the sheets and just let him take over completely, the loving smile turning to one of satisfaction, her hole feeling complete as much as filled with his cock bounding in and out, the true torture being when it is not in her. She let it all go and gave her self to him completely, letting her body go limp, letting him use her as he liked. Her tits pushed into the sheets, fabric brushing her nipples. Her hard cock swayed back and forth, tiny spike of pain shooting through her body each time he pushed forward and his plumb size orbs smacked into her tiny balls.
It was never about orgasm, taking pleasure. To her it was always about giving it. Knowing her Master loved her, knowing he took his greatest pleasure out of using her as a toy. The way his cock easily moved up and down her ass, the way it began to quietly slurp and pop with moisture from his pre mixed with her cum used as lube told her he was having fun, that he was enjoying himself and enjoying her by how he did this almost every single night. She purred and moaned as the thought pushed her to a second orgasm, her cock spraying wildly with his thrusts forcing it to sway. She would clean it up, she would slowly lick it all clean form the sheets while her master watched and pleasure himself, forcing her to clean him after. And then the evening would repeat itself, well into the night. They would fuck and suck each other until the sun rose, then they would sleep in a heaping musk reeked mess for the day. Its how the week ends always went, and she wouldn't trade them for the world.
She was ripped from her revelry by a sudden sharp pain in her thighs. She looked down her side to see his claws had sank into her flesh. She purred, knowing what was to come next. His final thrust, his roar, and then the complete feeling, the full feeling. He gave one final thrust. His cock sinking deep past her colon, his barbs extending and piercing her flesh. She cried out in sheer pain, not expecting the feeling at all, it being the first time he had ever allowed it. He cock expanded, pushing the barbs deeper as a large warm feeling rushed inside of her, forcing the thought and searing pain form her mind as his huge load shot up through her bowls, her intestines expanding to accommodate it as his cum enema filled so much of her that it pushed in her stomach too. She moaned, eyes wide.
"Un...unbelievable" The greatest fuck of her life so far, knowing there were plenty more to come. She was so high on her own endorphins that she didn't even feel his barbs retract and his cock slip out. She didn't feel the leather cuffs removed form her wrists and ankles, and barely felt her self pulled up and onto the bed into a warm snuggle. As she slowly came down she became was aware she was leaking, his cum slowly trickling from her ass and coating his cock and the sheets. She did what she could to form as tight as seal as possible with her sphincter. He had been so kind to give her the gift of his seed, she unable to use it other then keep it warm inside of her. She was aware that the warmth of his cock was still between her legs. She turned, she snuggled into his chest, rising and falling as he breathed, his heart beating rhythmically like a drum. She curled up on top of him, most satisfied feeling in the world, and went to sleep.