That tone always told her that she was seconds away from being punished if she didn't obey. She looked up at Master with sad, pleading eyes, but he did not relentâhe never did. Reluctantly, Muffins stuck her little pink tongue out.
"That's right..." He praised as he positioned himself in front of her. "Look up at me."
Her nose was filled with her own odor as she inched closer and closer, shaking like a leaf all the while. Somehow, looking up into Master's eyes reassured her and allowed her to continue towards him even though she hated him for it. Her tongue touched the smooth tip making his whole cock twitch. A mixture of the flavors of his seed and her juices spread over her unsoiled tongue. She jolted back and wretched into her paws. She couldn't possibly do this!
Master took hold of her now-ratty, disheveled pigtails and pulled her back to him.
"Clean it!" He repeated again as he rubbed her face in his sweaty crotch.
Muffins gasped and whined as she put her paws against his hairy thighs and feebly tried to push him away. His slimy cock rubbed against her lips, nose, and cheeks as he yanked her hair painfully until she stopped struggling.
"We can do this all night, Muffins..." He taunted her.
She felt tears come to her eyes. It wasn't enough that he'd reduced her to a disgusting animal, taken her virginity on the floor of his study, and probably put his baby inside of her. He wasn't going to be satisfied until every trace of herâof Loriâwas gone.
Timidly, she stuck her tongue back out as he continue to rub her face against him. Again she wretched as the flavor of their mating coated her tongue, but with him now in control she was forced to remain where she was. Master treated her like he'd treated the towel and dragged her along his cock, making sure that her tongue cleaned every inch of him. He moved her head back and forth so rapidly and roughly that poor Muffins soon became dizzy.
"Open your mouth, Muffins." He commanded.
Her brain feeling a bit like scrambled eggs, Muffins struggled to focus. As she parted her lips she noted both fearfully and excitedly that his cock was growing. With his hands still gripping her pigtails, Master guided himself into her open, drooling mouth.
"Keep your mouth wide open..." He groaned as his shaft slid along her tongue. "I don't want to feel any teeth."
Not sure what else to do, Muffins obeyed and held her mouth open as wide as she could and waited to see what he would do to her next. Master stiffened as he slowly pushed into her warm mouth. Her "puppy parts" tingled as his thick shaft slid along her wet tongue making her hips wiggle. His fingers ran through her hair relaxing her a bit as his hands moved to the back of her head. Then just as she was beginning to think that maybe taking him into her mouth wasn't so bad after all, Master pulled her hair and thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock down her tight, protesting throat.
Muffins gagged as her paws reflexively came up to block him. Despite her frantic efforts, Master held her in place with her nose crushed against his rough pubic hair. She mewled pathetically and pounded on his thighs with her paws as she found herself deprived of air. Her cheeks contracted and bulged as she gagged again. Her tear-blurred vision was beginning to fade as her lungs burned as his hairy scrotum brushed her chin. There was a part of her that always knew Master held the power of life and death over her, but it wasn't until that moment that she truly recognized that fact. Would he end her pathetic little life right then?
Master's cock pulled out of her throat with a pop like a cork from a bottle. Muffins coughed and sputtered for breath. Strings of her saliva stretched from her lips to the head of Master's cock, connecting the two of them for a moment. As she gasped for air each string broke and dripped down her chin to her thighs, breasts, and belly making her a slobbery mess.
She was still panting when Master commanded, "Flirt, Muffins."
***
She used to be called LoriâLori M. Donaldson. It was difficult for her to remember who and what she used to be. It wasn't hard because she couldn't rememberâher memory was very goodâit was hard because the smart honor student she had been had no resemblance to the meek, cringing little animal on the floor she had become. Lori seemed more like a dream to Muffins than the girl she was prior to Brentwood, prior to Masterâprior to being mated.
Lori was a college freshman with a full ride scholarship to an excellent university. While she'd only been at school for a short time, she already liked it for the most part. Though she hadn't really carved out a social life yet, it was certainly better than high school! At least at college there weren't a bunch of immature, country-fried assholes bullying her about being a geek, or being short, or "flat."
It was Friday evening and the start of Lori's second weekend at school. Like the previous weekend, she planned to enjoy a quiet night in her private dorm roomâone of the perks of her scholarship. If she would have known that the walk across campus would be her last walk on two legs, she would have savored it. As she entered her dorm she squeezed by a group of girls and guys on their way out for a night on the town. Lori felt a pang of jealousy. Though she'd never admit it, there was a moment that she would have swapped her straight A's and her ugly but comfortable t-shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes for a short dress, high heels, big boobs and a bubble head! She quickly buried the thought and got on the elevator.
Once inside her room, she leaned against the door and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been a long day of classes and all she wanted to do was relax. She carefully unpacked her backpack, putting each item in its "designated space" and then hung the backpack on the wall by the door. Then she took off her shoes and set them between her desk trashcan and the door, making certain that the heels didn't quite touch the wall. She wiggled her toes gratefully, then peeled off her smelly socks and tossed them into the hamper followed by her jeans and her t-shirt. Lori sighed as she unclipped her white, cotton, padded bra and tossed the confining "contraption" in after the rest of her clothesâfreeing her small perky breasts. Finally, she hooked her thumbs into her white cotton briefs and pulled them down revealing her peach-like bottom and an untamed bush of black curls.
Lori looked at herself in the full length mirror and frowned. She thought about those girls again and wondered how she, a short, skinny, pasty, dork could ever compete with those tall, big-breasted skanks. She hefted her breasts up and wondered what they would look like if they were bigger. Then she ran her slender fingers through her coarse mess of pubic hair. Those girls probably shaved, she thought. Lori wondered if the guys really liked that. She bit her lower lip as she continued to stroke her short hairs.
Quickly, she grabbed a towel and draped it over the top of her bed before lying on top of it with her legs lewdly spread. Her fingers awkwardly searched through her personal forest until they brushed her swelling clit. Lori gasped and arched her hips as pleasure rushed through her body. A little moan escaped her lips. She imagined one of the guys from the group turning around and sweeping her off her feet, telling her how pretty and smart she was before he carried her into the dorm room to make love to her. She began to rub her fingers frantically across her swollen, pink lips as she imagined him laying her down and then getting on top of her. Lori furrowed her brow as she struggled to bring herself to orgasm, her clumsy fingers sliding across her slick opening. Her desire rose and rose and rose, but she justâcouldn't. Finally, in frustration, she stopped.
She lay on her back panting, sweating and unsatisfied. Lori scolded herself. She'd never finished, why did she think now would be any different? With a miserable sigh she got up, discarded the towel and went to take a long, hot shower. When she returned to her room she made some tea and opened a book to read. She was only a few pages in when her eyes became very heavy.
***
Lori awoke with a start. She didn't remember falling asleep. Why was her bed so cold and hard? She shifted and groaned as she sat up. Why was she on the floor? Her head spun and she tried to steady herself. She blinked a few times until her vision cleared. Lori was not in her bedâshe was not even in her room.
She was lying on smooth, stained concrete in a small, perhaps 5' by 8', cinderblock cell. There was a chain link door in one of the walls that she could see led to a gray, concrete hallway. In the middle of the floor there was a circular metal drain with a sewer smell emanating from it. The whole room, in fact, smelled like the inside of an animal shelterâwet dog, harsh cleaning solution, with a sour undercurrent of concentrated urine. There were no windows, but the room was well lit from buzzing halogen bulbs from above.
