The tiny sharp teeth nibbled at the hardened nub that was the Domina's downfall. Moans of pleasure and the rutting of the animal forced her face deeper and deeper until all breath was drawn from tiny gaps in the bucking squirming. She fed, raping the unsuspecting female with long draughts of sucking.
Domina brought a split tailed whip down hard across the delicate bones of the slaves back. Instant tiny welts lifted, minute droplets of blood nearly invisible where the edges had severed tiny vessels. The slave moaned a vibration inside the cunt; tongue and mouth increased the pressure. Domina screamed, flowing quakes of agonized ecstasy into the pulsing orifice that was the object of usage.
"More slave, MORE MORE MORE!" The whip laced through the air to write its deadly message of pain across shoulders, back and ass. Too oft hit spots began to bleed openly, tiny smears absorbing into the whip to return with the next stroke and the next.
Domina rocked and released hatred and bliss driving her hand harder and faster, her control escaped her basest self-reigning free with its poorly held devastation. She pressed the face of the slave firmly into her pulsing, throbbing maw and demanded in harsh bitter language that the slave continue.
The beast plucked at the swollen flesh with tongue and teeth and considered for a moment the desire to bite free the tiny slip of flesh that was the ordering of the Domina. The control within control. Eyes narrowed and slitted. Not yet, for one that could slake her growing thirst had yet to be found.
With the ease of long practice, she drew her victim up and down the scales, long past the release of normal orgasm until she knew that Dominas' inner thigh muscles were an agony of fire from the constant spasms. The energy had become mere trickle, bitter match to the rivulets of blood washing her own back. She retracted the evidence of her feed, pulling the familiar mask firmly across her eyes that Domina or Master may not view her truth.
Domina shoved the used slave aside, dropping the bloody whip across a chest with tiny almost boyish breasts. She rose and stumbled toward the bed she shared with Master, barely able to stand. The sweet scent of her own release offered its reminder from the still wet smears on the inside of her thighs. She fell across the foot of the bed, slave forgotten.
Master frowned at the exhaustion of Domina. Gluttonous bitch! What of his needs? His eyes turned to where the slave was drawing the blood stained whip through her mouth. He could see the rawness of her back, the mixture of blood and sweat; he longed to press his chest against the furrows while thrusting himself inside her. His frown deepened. It seemed un-natural a need that had consumed him from the moment she had appeared to kneel at the feet of Domina.
The beast watched Master from the corners of her eyes; he was close to the edge. She could sense his anger laced desires. Her mouth closed around the bitterness of her blood, her cheeks drew inward to suck, awareness of his eyes upon her mouth, the hardness of his pitiful cock barely hidden inside his pants. "Cage slave!" His voice snarled.
The beast swung around, every movement as carefully calculated and choreographed as the most elaborate ballet. Her craft, her muse, her personal magic. The offering of breast, the illusive whisper of whip where it snaked around the taut body. Every movement the erotic enticement of the damned. She elected to crawl toward the dog cage where they kept her safe from them. Lips lifted at the irony of such truths.
