Fantasy Fulfilled Part 1
#1 of Fantasy Fulfilled
As is Customary this is a warning: This story is for adults, people over 18 or 21, and contains sex, etc. Read on to see the action and story and enjoy, but only if your old enough.
(A spoiler is at the bottom of the story, next to the asterisk.)
Fantasy Fulfilled Part 1
Ch1
It was one of those warm summer nights. The smell in the air was fragrant as spring flowers bloomed. Shayla and Trevor were driving to the park. With the onset of the spring season there would be some mild traffic in the park but mostly they would be alone. Trevor smiled on the drive over. The power of his trucks engine vibrating underneath him as the wind blew was exalting. Curiously, Shayla looked up at him, even sitting he towered over her. His hair blowing in the wind and his eyes were focused on the road.
"So what's in the suitcase?" a sweet voice broke his concentration; "Hugh?," was Trevor's only reply as Shayla leaned closer to him. "Tell me, please." She looked at him in the eyes, flashing the biggest eyed look she could muster. Pulling her ears back a little, she rubbed his chest. She wanted to know. The curiosity had been killing her all week.
"What's in it?" she probed as they barreled down the road. "You made the bet. Now you have to live with it." "But , but, but.." He sternly interrupted, "you can whine all you want, you won't find out until later." They arrived to the park just as the street lights came on. Jumping out the car the pink machine was nearly twitching with excitement, her tail jerked back and forth. Trevor walked to the trunk and pulled out a black suitcase.
Ch2
After a few weeks of Shayla stealing his videos and hiding them in random places he wanted revenge. He cautiously ransacked her room while she was out one night. Finding the usual: Condoms, vibrators, magazines, bottle caps, clothing, notes, shoes, tampons, bras, scribblings, pictures, and other various items of nostalgia, he searched for an hour. Finally, he found something worth looking at. Shayla's diary neatly tucked away under her mattress, he assumed she was never girly enough for a diary but it was a pleasant surprise.
Trevor flipped through several pages, seeing nothing of interest. There were pages on her roommate and pages on Beazabub and ....Oooooh...
He cleaned up and that night the plan occurred to him. It was genius, pure genius. Everyone would win, especially him.
It was devious, almost cruel, but it would do. As they entered the coffee shop the next day, Shayla's head hung low. The night had worn her out and today was not looking to be good. Her head pounded and a bed seemed to call her all day. She was annoyed an in no mood for any nonsense. Trevor came in with an unusual smile. Before she knew it he was asking her questions. After a moment she let loose on him, "Leaver me alone, don't you know what hangovers are like? Can this wait till tomorrow?" Trevor persisted in his questioning not letting her anger bother him.
"So you can't be tricked?" "NO." was the bland and tired reply. "I bet my sweet ass you can't trick me, now leave me alone, please."
His plan worked better than he thought. He did not even have to lure her into a bet before she fell for it: hook, line, and sinker.
From that day on he brought it in. Trevor came in with a smug look on his face. He walked right in front of Shayla, disturbing her coffee. and probably more irritatingly, her TV show. "I have to tell you something important...," sitting the suitcase down and twiddling the keys. "This suitcase is very important to you. I know how you are sometimes but this time must be different. If you open this case before the end of the week, you will suffer the consequences."
Trevor saw the excitement in her eyes light up. But he had to discipline her. "Catch!" he tossed her the key and laughed as she barely caught it; eyes too wrapped up in the case. " I won't answer any questions, just hold on to it for the next week."
Ch3
As the third day of the suitcase "coming out of the closet," rolled around she could stand it no longer. What was it in that case that was so important? Why was he hiding it? She stared at the most hated case for an hour. Finally she crept towards it. Just a little peak, it could do no harm. Her padded feet moved quickly and silently across the floor. Shayla nearly stumbled into the room, closing the door behind her. "How would Trevor know anyway? He wouldn't be able to tell." She nimbly inserted the key into the suitcases dull and time worn lock. Twisting, she heard the lock softly click and the suitcase popped open. A loud "MeeeeeeOOOWWW!!!" scratched through the air. It was sure to be heard all through the house. Several streamers zoomed pass Shayla's ducking head. Only a small note with her name on it slid onto the floor.
Shayla eyed the note. Opening it with a supernatural caution and simultaneously zeal. It read "Time to pay the piper. Remember the bet you made? You said you'd bet you sweet ass that no one could trick you and I did. I'll collect when I feel like it. But maybe if your nice to me we can work something out. "
-Trevor
Since that night he carried a new case. He kept the key with him at all times. Never letting it go. The new suitcase vexed her more than the last. At least the last one she had a choice. Trevor would not mention it, acting as though the case did not exist. He would leave it on the kitchen counter and turn his back on it as Shayla would walk into the room.
Some days he took it so far as to act as though he had not caught her. As the week passed Shayla had taken to cuddling with Trevor on the couch hoping to make her situation better. Yet even there the new suitcase was present, sitting at his feet, begging to be opened.
Ch4
Trevor carried the new suitcase with a swing that seemed all too happy. Trevor stopped on a park bench. Sitting the suitcase down and holding out a key to Shayla as if the world was now hers. "This one you can open." He said softly, dangling the key in the air against the black and tree covered background. She fumbled with the key for a moment. Finally the key slid into the lock, popping open the case. Her hands shook as the case slowly rose.
Shayla peered down into the case. A black shine was all she could see. Trevor reached down and pulled from the mass of black a spiked collar. Slipping it on her delicate neck he pulled he close and kissed her. Shayla could not object as her lips met his. She felt his tongue cuddle hers. Dwarfing hers in size he seemed to cover all her mouth at once. Electrifying her senses her short fur ruffled slightly, standing on end. They closed their eyes enjoying the embrace the feeling of each others warmth against each other. Trevor opened an eye, peeking around; he reached into the case slowly. After some rustling he pulled out a matching leather leash. Shayla barely had time to realize what happened as a loud click was heard and she felt a soft vibration against the collar. Trevor broke the kiss and yanked her forward with the leash. It was a bit rough but the effect was enough. Her eyes opened and the shock was evident on her face.
Ch5
"On your knees bitch." Trevor spoke more forcefully than normal. The mere shock of what was going on froze Shayla. A quick jerk brought her down to her hands and knees. She was now helpless. "Follow orders faster or I'll make you." The power with which he spoke subdued any rebellion in her. She felt the tingle in her body, she was at his mercy, and he would not give her any slacking room. His power turned her on. She felt the familiar tingle in her pants as he pulled the leash slightly to make her look up at him.
Holding the leash firmly, Trevor reached into the case, pulling out yet another item to catch her interest. Briefly it flashed in the light before it disappeared out of her sight. Trevor moved just beyond her view.
She felt a swat on her ass that left a red bruise the shape of a newspaper, rolled up. "Walk bitch!!" The force of the swat pushed her forward, forcing a small "eep!" from her pursed lips. Shayla's nipples hardened at the wack, Trevor had never been so forceful with her before. His unrelenting attitude, the lustful glare in his eyes excited her. The pain made her more aware of her body as she was pulled along. He started out at a moderate pace, allowing Shayla to crawl along behind him. Every now an then he would pull her along, choking her just a little each time. And each yolk making her want him even more.
Shayla was getting hotter by the minute. This was her fantasy. That jerk probably read her diary. Sometimes she kept her wilder sexual dreams in there. It was therapeutic and helped expunge the idea. Her latest fantasy was just like this. She loved being submissive. Being controlled and force to do things. When it was done right she would be just as happy as him. Trevor walked for a few minutes tiring out Shayla as best he could. "Stay," Shayla jumped, half not expecting an order, she moved to attention. She could only watch as he tied he leash to a sturdy tree limb. Shayla's body was wanting, waiting. She was ready to let him take her. She reached down and started rubbing herself.
Trevor watched with intrigue. He knew this is what she wanted. He knew it.
Ch6
Reaching into the suitcase Trevor pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs. Shayla's eyes grew big as she wondered how he would use them. Her hands still roaming over her pants and shirt. He brought her hands off the ground and left her sitting on her knees. Stroking her soft white belly fur, grabbing her neck with his rough hands, breathing into her ear he pulled her arms back and with a quick gesture, and locked her hands behind her back. Lifting her off the ground he turned her around. Trevor gently pushed her forward, forcing her onto her face in the soft pine straw that lay at the base of the tree. As her face went down her ass went up. A silver gleam coated the air. A loud click was all Shaylas's sensitive ears could hear. It was a distinct noise, the sound of a knife. Trevor grabbed the base of her tail, roughly yanking it up. He skillfully used the knife to cut a small hole in the jeans. Sliding his finger in, he tore the jeans in half, leaving her exposed. As her pants tore Shayla rose up to meet his demand but she was meet with a hard push back down. Her face rubbed against the dirt, her ass went further up opening her pussy and letting the smell of her sex coat the air. Trevor took a whiff and instantly his cock hardened. He took his finger and rubbed her open sex, sliding it just over her clit. He played with her slowly. Partially inserting his finger deeper and deeper, until her sex was wet and ready.
Almost losing control himself, Trevor stood up and loomed over her. Her reached back and slapped her exposed cheeks, causing them to jiggle slightly and leaving a red hand print. She arched her back and released a shrill "eeep, eppp, epppppp, ahhh, ahhhhh..." Juice ran down the side of her leg as her pussy spasmed in orgasm. Hot breath soothed the air and all was calm. Euphoria overtook Shala and as she lay there, still quivering from the orgasm, her eyes sunk and blackness over took her.
Ch7
"The toughest choice for any man to make is when to end the game" : Dirty Budda
"Damn." The word cut through the pollen in the air. She was passed out. Still lying on her face. Tapping her face gently her rest was not long. AS she was becoming conscious, Trevor thought of an ingenious way to let the game continue. Removing his jeans quickly he slid the first 5 inches of his dick into Shayla's dripping wet pussy. In her fantasy she had wanted it hard and rough, to be taken and taken. He recounted the passage from the diary: "To have my sex filled, and have it rub my g-spot. For him to force me to take it, when he is ready." As he pushed another inch of his cock in he felt the familiar clamp around his meat. She was almost there. Just as she held her breath and felt it warming up her spine. A great emptiness filled her. Trevor pulled completely out and left her on the brink of an orgasm. He smiled as he saw the cute frustration look on her face. Shayla needed it, wanted it, craved it even, she wriggled in an attempt to get off but it was all in vain. Trevor thought it was cute. Reaching into the case he pulled out a silk cloth; gently stroking the inside of her thighs as he wiped away the juice running down her legs.
Shayla gasped in frustration. Her sex was so hot and it was so strong but she could not relieve it. Here she was in need of a good fuck and that big bastard won't let her have it. It was blissful torture. She jumped as the soft cloth brushed her thighs. After a few swipes she was clean and dry.
The grass rustled as Trevor placed the cloth back in the case, and slowly moved over, reassuming his looming position over Shayla.
Trevor reached under her and grabbed her breast. Slowly kneading the hard nipple. Gently twisting and fondling it. Shayla's orgasm was returning. Small gasps escaped her followed by cute but small exhalations of "eep!"
Trevor leaned almost completely over; using Shayla for balance and the support of sum of his weight. Her back arched and as her pussy opened to the sky a cool breeze blew. It cooled her hot lips for a moment before a long, hot, and smoothly textured tongue slid deep inside her. Pushing past her clamping muscles it pushed deeper, and deeper, until it hit her cervix. Shayla let loose a low moan. Her tail straightened and her toes curled, her head shook and for the second time this night she came. Spots coated her eyes, and her stomach tightened as the orgasm seemed to sustain. The pressure on her cervix would not let up. She glanced over her shoulder and could see Trevor's tongue still deep within her. She was coming so hard she could hardly breath. She coughed, and coughed again as the pressure slowly eased its way out of her. The warmth of the afterglow took her, the world was silent. A swish cut the air and SMACK!! Her ass now bore another red print from the newspaper.
"What do you say?!" Trevor's voice grew sharp and hard. "Answer me, now!"
"Thank you!" she quickly blurted out. Another swack set her nerves afire, the redness of her skin began to show through her fur.
"Thank you, What?" he patted the newspaper against his palm, emitting an audible pop sound
"Thank you, Master. Thank You, Thank you, Thank you, Master."
She was rewarded with his warm hand rubbing the pain in her ass away. Making slow circles and soothing the skin.
Another item came from the case, A long, dark, flimsy material fell into the air. Trevor began to drape her body in the material. Wrapping her in exposed and vital areas to leave her warm.
He spoke gently into her ear as he finished wrapping her up in a soft covering made of cloth, "Bye Baby.." She could hear his footsteps get distance and fade away. She was alone and helpless....
TO BE CONTINUED!
** Ha! Like I would really give a spoiler, it ruins all the fun. LOL
-Chas
Nov. 9
Written using characters from and with the permission of Shane Nelson,
http://www.shaylathepinkmouse.com/index.html
"Hope I did Shayla and Trevor justice, Shane."
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