Author's Note:
My first post here. Yay. Before you read, please keep in mind the following. This is a work of fiction. And here, fiction is the same as fucking fantasy. (Emphasis on fucking.) I am a firm believer of 100% consent in real life, and think rape (not the fantasies or roleplay, mind you) is as needed as a bullet to the brain. Please. DO NOT take this story as example to have your way with another person. Male. Female. Either. Neither. A person is to be respected. With that said, enjoy.
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Aria came to slowly, mind sluggishly slow as she groaned. It was dark... abnormally so until she realized the feeling of cloth brushing against her fluttering eyelids. She was blindfolded? Why? What happened before... before whatever this is?
She moved a hand to take off the unsettling thing but found it trapped. Her other hand proved much the same as she wiggled and tried to figure out her predicament. So far, the main thing to note besides the blindfold... was she was standing, wrists and neck spread out in a row and encased in smooth wood that didn't budge an inch. A foot nudged forward to meet a heavy support structure underneath and it was then what she was strapped in became clearer.
A stockade, like in those old-time punishments... Only Aria was certain she was in for something worse. A swallow passed down her throat nervously as she recalled something else that worried her as her mind cleared away the distant haze it was in.
She was completely naked, with decent sized breasts swaying invitingly and bushy, untamed pubic hair on full display for anyone to see. The only thing she wore? A pair of high heels so tall most of her weight rested on the balls of her feet with heels so dangerously thin just standing made her wobble with soft clicks of those heels against what she only assumed to be concrete... and she couldn't take them off, not with the chunky ankle straps securing the shoes to her as securely as the stock held her hostage.
Her mouth was free, and she could've called out. But why should she? She was in an unknown location, with unknown motives. Calling for someone or crying for help would simply alert whoever had her she was awake! If... if she was alone, that is... Her ears turned red in mortification, attentive for any sign of life as her breath was held.
It seemed some higher being heard her... and deserted her in the same breath as that was when she heard a door open, jerking as she tried to look in that direction only to let loose a noise of pain from the action. She'd pulled both neck and wrists with that stunt...
"You're awake." A voice spoke, rich and even with such depth that hearing it caused shivers down Aria's spine. It was the velvety voice of a matured man, tinged with an exotic accent that was so smooth but undecipherable to pinpoint its origins. If circumstances were different, she would've enjoyed hearing the man speak for this was sound candy for her ears...
As it stood, Aria whimpered as she shied away, hearing the clicks of shoes indicating a high-quality brand as the man came towards her. Something was set down behind her, making a muffled thump at an odd height, perhaps a table of some sort? She didn't think about it long, however, flinching instead at the soft caress of fingers upon her skin, trailing her back, skimming under to knead at her breasts, pawing at her thighs and massaging her plump ass. Squirming against the sensations, she cried out "No! Stop! Please, stop!" and was ignored.
She flat out squealed when those long, thick fingers turned their attention to her pussy, rubbing against the lower lips and pinching the thickness with a hum.
"I'll need to clean this up to see what I'm working with." The man mused; parting Aria's legs wide as they could go despite her struggles to keep them closed. "Enough." He growled out, a harsh smack to her bottom causing Aria to yelp and pause momentarily in her struggles. "Be a good girl for your master now."
"I'm not a pet!" Aria shouted, crying out when she was again smacked on her butt. "Let me go! Please!" The dark chuckles answered her pleas before feeling something cold hit her pussy with a hissing noise like an aerosol can.
"Don't move. I can't guarantee not harming you if you jerk now." The man said, sliding cold metal up her inner thigh starting from her knee. Aria's breath caught, feeling that small rectangle and realizing with a sob it was a blade he drew on her... An old-fashion styled one meant for shaving as she felt that sharp edge at the bottom of the blade shift once the final destination was met.
From there, her hands clenched tightly as her eyes closed. Her lips trembled and her heart pounded as she felt that razor slowly drag across her private lady part, clearing away the hair there. She did her best to remain still during it all, hardly daring to even breath out of fear until she felt that blade disappear. Only then, did Aria release her breath as she felt weak at the knees.
"What a good girl you were." That voice soothed, churning Aria's stomach as she felt those fingers rub at her pussy fondly. "Such a good little lamb. Though you're not quite there yet. Oh, no... There's still much left before you can be a true sheep cumslut."
Revolted, Aria jerked her lower body, wanting those fingers off of her as a heel stomped hard behind her in the hopes she stepped on the man. All it accomplished was a cry of pain from her as the man had a bruising grip on her hips, straightening her back into place as blunt nails dug into her skin.
"What a naughty thing you've done, Sheep. But, no matter. I was rather hoping for that."
It was understandable, then, for Aria to be confused when suddenly she was released. Perhaps the man was bluffing? But then she let loose a noise of surprise, feeling manhandled once more as something hooked to those ankle straps and immobilized her as it tethered her to the floor with her stance wide and open for anything.
Which included a gel-like substance smeared along her body... Fondling it firmly across her breasts, rubbing her nipples to hardness... stroking more down her belly until he was massaging both the outside of her pussy and the crack of her ass... Paying particular attention to her asshole. Whatever the stuff was, it warmed on her skin and tingled to the touch... And then...
"AH!"
Aria felt one gel-slicked finger jam itself into her anus, swirling about as it pumped inside her without a care. Where that finger touched, it burned... So hot... Her body was becoming so hot with the inside of her ass becoming the epicenter of the blazing sensation.
She barely caught the sounds of the man chuckling over her heavy pants. "It's good I had the foresight to clean this dirty asshole of yours while you were out. But even now, this little fuck hole is too tight to use." Another finger was added, a whine escaping Aria's lips as she felt the fingers try to scissor her open. "That's fine for now. We'll train this hole thoroughly later. For now, however..."
The fingers slipped out with a disgusting squelch, leaving behind the heat and the now aching sensation of needing something... something to soothe the area... As Aria whimpered, wiggling her ass and humping air, she could feel the man watched in amusement. It was infuriating!
Just as she was about to say something, a hand firmly grasped at her waist, stopping her. Frustration mounting, mouth opened to berate, and what left instead was a moan as something started penetrating her asshole. It was small at the tip, slowly widening that ring of muscles and stretching it before suddenly popping in with sphincter muscles clamped around a rod part no bigger than the tip had been. Breaths heaving, Aria idly noted the brush of fur on her ass cheeks and with a wiggle she shuddered as the fur moved side to side with her.
"Enjoying your tail, Lamb?" The man teased as he twisted and gyrated the piece inside her, causing Aria to give a crying moan. "Oh, yes. Bleat for me, little Sheep Whore. Bleat for your Master."
"No... No, no, no!" Aria sobbed out, struggling against her restraints only causing her wrists and throat to ache as she strained. It was useless... She was stuck! Her cries turned into wails once she felt those fingers again, thick globs of that gel on them as they worked on her pussy now. Trails of fire thick upon the skin... brushing against her clit as those fingers sunk in further with every passing rub... plunging past labia lips before they squirmed in her vagina, feeling up inside her.
Aria heard him speaking in that low tone... something about how sweet and tight she felt... the words escaped her, but the tone of his voice said it all. It was only a blessing when those fingers left... but they hadn't fully left. Her pussy was spread open, peering in her vagina... and she felt more of that gel as it filled her, coating her inside and sloshing before those fingers finally moved away.
But they were replaced with something large and long, pressing in harshly as some of the gel inside squirted out from displacement. She then felt the object was connected to some sort of fabric, covering her pussy area as straps were tightened around her thighs and hips. It... it was a jock strap... holding what could only be a dildo in place...
"There we go... Nice and snug. Now, we wait for the breeding lubricant to do its job." The voice spoke, stepping away to a sink as Aria could hear water flowing from the tap. "My friends are going to be grateful to you, Lamb. You see, they're all waiting in the other room now, hoping you'd be a bad girl in need of punishment. Of course, as your Master I shall take your firsts... but having you experience all the cocks your cumslut body could want? How could I refuse?"
The news only made Aria sob, whimpering pleas and saying no so many times. But she knew it was futile. If her words didn't work before, why would it now? Now as her pussy was throbbing worse than her ass... Now that she knew her only relief from whatever was caked in her was to have it all fucked out of her... Now when she knew what sort of punishment awaited her.
