Note to readers: I'm new to this site, and part one of this series was my first ever submission. Comments are much appreciated, please tell me what you did and didn't like and what you'd like to see in future submissions. And please share with me any fetishes you have, I'll try and include them! I can't write good literotica if I don't know what turns you on ;)
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The use of hellhounds was illegal on the pleasure planet XXX (usually said 'triple x'). So when outside of Master's estate Shadow had to remain in wolf form. He had three forms: natural, wolf, and man. His natural state was his preferred - when he was still wolf-like but humanoid, able to speak and use his hands, able to snap and bite and claw; the best of both worlds.
But for now Shadow sat loyally by his master's side, appearing to all the world like the faithful family dog, if a bit savage in appearance; not all dogs looked like a shaggy jet black wolf. Shadow yawned wide and lay down on the dusty floor. He was bored by all these tedious proceedings. Master's company, a group of slave traders called Tyrants Incorporated, were having a board meeting to decide the fate of their newest commodity.
The 'commodity' was hanging suspended from chains in the middle of the room where all could see her, a ball gag in her mouth to muffle the occasional whimper. "The grown-ups are talking now, sweetie." Master had said as he'd fitted the rubber ball into her mouth. "You're here to be seen, not to be heard." And he'd ruffled her long blonde hair and returned to his chair.
Angel swung gently in the cool air, goosebumps raised on her naked skin. She could hear the necromancer talking about her but was too dazed to make out what he was saying. Her jaw ached from being stretched wide by the ball gag. Her ankles and wrists had been rubbed raw by the chains wrapped around them. She was tied with her knees bent and her arms pulled behind her back and her ankles and wrists all chained together and attached to one big rope that hung from the ceiling. It was uncomfortable, her limbs were numb, and when she relaxed her neck and let her head hang down all the blood rushed to it and made her dizzy.
She was also horny. Very, very horny. It was the curse - what happened when one was tainted with hellhound cum. Her sexual desires were now permanently in overdrive, and she squirmed, trying to free her hands, desperate to touch herself.
"...should be sold now." One of the old men arguing with the necromancer was saying. "While she's still fresh. Nobody will want her once she's... oh..." And here he stuttered to a close, voice becoming strained, for halfway through the meeting the three old men had become bored and rung for slave girls, and now each of them had a girl kneeling before his chair, pleasuring them while they debated.
The man who had been speaking now grabbed his girl's ponytail and shoved her head forward until she gagged, then leaned back in his chair and twitched and moaned as he came.
The necromancer took advantage of the momentary silence to take up his side of the argument.
"I beg to differ, Sir!" He said swiftly. "She will be improved by further training! I see a lot of potential in this girl; once properly trained she'll be able to perform any task, satisfy any desire. We could auction her off to our richest clients and make thousands if they want her badly enough."
The grouchiest of his opponents was now happy and contented from his orgasm, and no longer seemed to care about the argument. He pulled his slave girl's mouth off his cock with a pop, and a mixture of creamy white cum and drool dripped from her mouth.
"Clean up this mess!" He snapped, pointing at the puddle of cum forming on the floor, and she obediently bent down and began lapping it up.
Angel's stomach twisted. Was that what they were going to train her to do? She struggled a little in her chains, and tried to protest around the ball gag in her mouth, but her muffled whimpers went unnoticed.
The necromancer was now in control of the debate, his opponents distracted and appeased by the slave girls. He paced back and forth just in front of Angel, gesturing wildly with his speech, Shadow pacing beside him. The old men were nodding.
"Observe." He suddenly spun and approached Angel, who regarded him with wide, fearful blue eyes. Gently he removed the ball gag, and Angel gratefully closed her aching jaw.
"Very soon," the necromancer claimed to the now curious old men, "this young girl will beg each of you to fuck her."
"I will not!" Angel snapped, outraged; she may have been bound and raped and abused, she may be feeling a deep burning desire between her legs, but she still had her pride.
"Your training begins now." The necromancer snarled, and he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so she was forced to look into his eyes. They were wild and fierce and frightening. She cringed.
"Every time you talk back to me," he whispered, his words like a malicious caress, "you will be punished."
A terrible burning pain suddenly sparked through Angel's nipple, and she screamed. The necromancer held up a device for her to see; a smooth black rod about the size of a pen. When he pressed a button blue sparks flickered at its tip.
"I call this the zapper." He said with a cruel smile. "It's a device of my own design. The voltage can be adjusted. You just experienced its lowest setting." He leaned close, and Angel could smell his musky aftershave. "You will not anger me again."
"Yes, sir." Angel whispered in a very timid voice.
"Yes what?" The necromancer cocked his head to one side. "I've told you what you are to call me."
"Yes... Master."
"Good girl." He kissed her softly and stepped back.
"I don't think the term 'beg' really applies when she's only asking us to fuck her to avoid being zapped." Said one of the old men, grey-haired and stern-faced. The others agreed, sounding disappointed.
"Oh, I quite agree!" The necromancer told them. "That is not what's going to happen. Angel," he turned back to her, "I'm not going to order you to beg them, and you will not be punished if you don't. Understand?"
She nodded with relief; thank god, she wouldn't have to have sex with these disgusting old men. There was no way he could make her genuinely want them.
