The Prey 10

The Prey

We start kissing as soon as we sit on the couch, your lips run along my neck producing a strange sensation unknown to me.

Despite having been coming to this disco for more than two months I had never seen you before, but as soon as I saw you with your black leather dress tight to your body as if it were a second skin I wanted to hold you in my arms, although it was you who approached me, and taking me by the hand you took me out of the dance area and led me to a reserved area.

"Spread your legs wide and play with your pussy;" you order me as your hands run down my back pulling down the zipper of my dress.

I obey you immediately and I was not surprised to find my pussy wet, I am more aroused than I have ever been.

Your lips kiss my neck and back again while one of your hands reaches inside my bra to grab my nipples. I try to stop you, but you stop me just by looking at me.

"Stand up;" you order me again, pulling my dress down as your mouth lands on my belly and kisses it, slowly moving down to my waist, outlining the edge of my panties with your tongue.

I want to kiss you back, caress your body with my hands and feel all your skin, but you don't seem willing to share, after removing my bra and pulling down my panties leaving me completely naked you push me onto the couch and place yourself between my legs.

I look at you with desire as you kiss and lick the inside of my thighs, I want your mouth on my pussy but I dare not ask, I know that if I do, I will lose what little control I have, because I still think I am in control, that I am more than just the trophy you have chosen for tonight.

An intense moan escapes my mouth as your mouth finally takes over my pussy, your tongue flicks my lips and runs the length of them, like licking ice cream, and the way I'm melting that's what I must be. The way your mouth closes over my pussy sucking on it, stretching it free from your grip is incredible and I can only close my eyes letting myself be carried away by the pleasure.

I don't even notice when I grab my ankles and lift them up taking them backwards, giving you full access to my pussy and ass. My moans rise in intensity as you start fucking me with your fingers, first with one, then two and finally three. It feels amazing, I would rather it was a cock, but the way you penetrate me, move inside me and stretch my pussy while still playing with my clit is enough to bring me to orgasm and cum on your face.

Smiling you lick my juices and get up to the little table where you have left your bag; you open it and take out something from inside: a thong with a latex cock that after unbuttoning your dress and letting it fall at your feet you place around your waist.

I can't help but watch as you fasten it without any difficulty, making it clear to me that this is not the first time you have done this, that for two months I have come hunting in this nightclub but today I have become the prey of an alpha predator.

"Kneel on the floor;" you order me approaching me.

I look at you not knowing what to do, focusing my attention on the latex cock. It is not the first time I'm going to suck a cock (although a latex one), but I have always done it sitting or lying next to the boy, doing it kneeling seems humiliating, typical of whores or submissive, or of those slave girls that have now become fashionable and that in cages adorn the walls and ceiling of the nightclub. My doubts only last a few seconds, until you are in front of me, looking at me, waiting for me to obey your order.

I drop to my knees and take my cock in my mouth, the sensation is strange, completely different from sucking a real cock. Since it's not very big, I take it all the way down my throat and start moving my head back and forth in time with your hips.

You hold my head and increase the speed and intensity of your movements; you are fucking my mouth and I am loving it. I bring one of my hands to my pussy and again I find it completely soaked, even more aroused than it was before the orgasm.

For a few moments I wish you were a man, to cum in my mouth, forcing me to swallow your cum and releasing your last loads on my face, marking me as a cheap whore, but all I get is you keep fucking me, thrusting deeper and deeper until I start having trouble breathing and feel my jaw start to ache.

Finally, you stop, and without barely giving me time to take a breath you turn my body and push me against the couch. I feel your hands on my hips and latex cock against my pussy and I wait anxiously for penetration, a penetration that does not come, at least not where I expected, as without warning you move up a few inches and push hard into my unlubricated asshole.

A scream escapes from my mouth as I feel my never used hole stretch as if it were going to break, although not only does it not break, but it lets the latex cock enter with little difficulty, transforming the initial pain into intense pleasure.

The anal penetration barely lasts a couple of minutes, then the same way you started you get out of my ass and lie down on the carpet, looking at me, ordering me with your eyes what I should do next.

I lay on top of you and start to lower my body slowly, when I notice the tip of your cock at the entrance of my pussy, not knowing why, I grab it with my hand and guide it back into my ass, impaling myself, continuing my descent as my fingers play with my clit.

The moans of pleasure have long since ceased to be moans, now they are uncontrolled screams, screams that seem to erupt from within me as I move my body over the latex cock, my body slapping against yours with each movement, proving that your cock has gone as deep as it can go.

When I reach orgasm, I dismount from your cock and take it into my mouth to clean it of my juices, as soon as I do I impale myself on it again, this time looking you in the face, allowing you to play with my tits, letting you tell me what I am now.

"You are my whore, my submissive, my slave girl;" you tell me as I burst into another new orgasm, surrendering completely to pleasure, surrendering to you.

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I watch you from the floor as you get dressed, I think I have passed out from the pleasure and I am practically unable to move.

Once you are dressed you take something out of your bag again and approach me. You run your hand through my hair, stroking me like you would a puppy, you pull my long dark hair aside and I feel something cold and metallic closing around my neck.

Without saying a word to me you pull the leash attached to the collar and head for the door of the reserved area, back to the dance area, though I don't follow you, I don't want to be seen naked and led around like a pet.

"You have been very good so far;" you say turning to me. "So much so that I have decided to keep you as my pet, don't make me regret it and put you up for sale like I do all my toys."

Your words hit my head hard, but not in the way I expect, I should feel scared and be resisting, instead I am excited and get on my hands and knees to follow you like the pet you said I am.

When we go out to the dance area and I notice people's gazes on my naked body, not only am I not ashamed, on the contrary I feel proud to have been chosen by my Mistress and I start to wiggle and show off to draw even more attention to myself.

"Look what a slut she is!" I hear someone in the audience say.

"I knew she was a slut from the first time I saw her at the disco;" exclaims another voice.

"The other day she rejected me and called me an asshole;" shouts another. "I can't wait to get her locked in the cage so I can fuck her."

My excitement grows with every insult, with every demeaning expression, but at the same time the disco lights and music hit my senses causing something to awaken inside me and I begin to realize that something is wrong.

"Prepare the center cage;" you order someone. "I want everyone to see my new pet and let everyone know they are not going to be able to touch it;" you add.

The people crowded around us step aside to let the cage come down from the ceiling and stop on the dance floor. Two sides open and you pull my leash again, moving in and out of the cage, one side closing behind you.

Seeing me stop and start to resist you hand the leash to someone and walk over to me.

"Please I don't want this!" I plead, standing up, not sure where these words and this attempt at resistance came from.

"Are you sure you don't want it?" you tell me taking one of your hands to my pussy, inserting your fingers inside me, starting to masturbate me.

"Tell me what you are;" you order me stopping and withdrawing your fingers from my pussy, causing me to let out a cry of frustration.

"Please don't!" I plead again, not quite sure if I don't want to say what you are asking me to say or I don't want you to stop and continue masturbating me.

You bring your fingers back to my pussy and go back to masturbating me, suddenly stopping again when I am on the verge of orgasm.

"Tell me what you are!" you shout at me. "This is your last chance to do this, if you don't you can go home, mind you, after anyone who wants to will fuck your ass and pussy like the slut you are."

I look around and see dozens of eyes riveted on me, full of desire and lust, waiting for your signal to pounce on me and fuck me.

I feel one of your fingers stroking my clit again, and as if by touching it you've flicked a switch something flips in my mind.

"I am your whore!" I scream as I begin to cum. "I am your submissive!" I exclaim throwing my head back as my pussy begins to squirt. "I am your slave girl!" I whisper feebly letting myself fall to my knees on the floor, crawling to the inside of the cage, amidst the cheers and applause of the audience who happily attend, especially the women to my degradation, unaware that maybe tomorrow, next week or next month they will be the ones who become prey and then slave girls and maybe they will not have the same luck as me.

The end.