"Human Pets": The Whole Story

[GrayOldFart]

IMPORTANT NOTE:
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The below is NOT a role play.
Please do not post here.​

It IS, however, the accumulated posts FROM a role play, "Human Pets". The posts to that thread are assembled below in their original form and order for easier reading ... and because I had a tragic experience with a spoiled bitch of a role play co-writer who didn't get her way once -- she wanted to send the role play in a totally unacceptable direction -- so she went back and deleted ALL of her posts -- more than 30 in total -- which destroyed any possibility that anyone would ever read our story. (I was so upset that I left Literotica for almost a year, only coming back with a new ID and a determination that I wouldn't allow it to happen again. )

So, if you want to read our story in its entirety ... here it is.

Human Pets
and
Service Animals

The OOC Thread​

Part One​

Post #1
Writer: GrayOldFart

His name was "Red Fisher", in a manner of speaking. His mother called him Red, a result of the fiery head of hair -- now cut close to the scalp -- that he'd worn for much of his earlier life; and The Master called fisher, because that was the task he'd been trained to perform to feed the rest of the Master's humans.

This morning had been disappointing. He been released from the Village -- little more than shacks clustered within a razor wire fence -- just before dawn, and three hours later, the bucket at his feet had only six medium sized trout in it.

He flinched at the shrill sound of a whistle, two short tweets, then one, meaning he was the subject of the call. He gestured to the young boy who'd been his apprentice for the past several months, telling him to take the fish to the Village, then sprinted for the massive structure sitting on a cliff that looked down from a hundred feet above the lake.

He found his master standing in the thirty foot tall doorway of the stone home, gnawing on charred rear leg of a horse. Red hurried up to the structure's porch and squatted before his Master, waiting to learn why he'd been pulled away from his daily duty.

The Master only briefly glanced at his fisher, his gaze set upon the massive lake whose shore was so far distant that it couldn't be seen. He continued to bite into the horse's flank, ripping away chunks of meat with sharp teeth. When he was down to mostly bone and gristle, the Master smiled down to Red, then dropped the animal's hind quarter onto the deck, and turned away, entering his home.

Red's face was wide with a beaming smile. The meat left on the equine's hind quarter may have only been a final bite to the Master, but it would feed half of the Village with a protein rich breakfast.

Red hefted the heavy meal over his shoulder and hurried down to the Village. There was great excitement the instant he was spotted, and even before he was through the gate -- unlocked and open wide duri.g the daylight hours -- the others were coming to him, helping him with their dull knives to strip the meat for the big stew pot sitting over the coals of last night's dinner fire.

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Post #2
Writer: GrayOldFart

Red Fisher heard the familiar whistle again, just before sundown. He pulled himself away from watching one of his female House Mates tanning a goat hide, amazed as always at how fast and efficient she was a the work. The female could, if it had become necessary, kept the feet and bodies of the Village's entire population covered and warm.

He hustled to the house again. The Master saw his approach, gestured him to follow, then turned and began a slow walk around the huge home toward a small building -- a human's structure -- that had ine and only one purpose.

Fisher smiled, pleased -- excited -- at realizing what was ahead. He caught up with the Master just as the giant of a creature lifted a gate leading into an unlit room. Fisher entered without hesitation, pausing as the gate clanged shut behind him. He waited for his eyes to adjust, the only light being the moonlight spilling through the steel slats in the wall behind him.

Fisher didn't recognize the breeder; she wasn't from his Village. He wasn't surprised, of course; a third of the children -- already born or on their way -- in his community were of his blood, a result of the Master being impressed with his physical and mental characferistics, as well as his unflailing loyalty.

The Master often traded breeding services with the Masters of the neighboring Estates. Fisher had only served in this way once before, and when the pregnancy didn't take, he'd seen the same female a few moons later. Not seeing her a third time told Fisher that he'd done his job.

Fisher stepped closer, trying to get a better view of the female. She had a perfect body for her mission; bountiful breasts and wide hips, she would not only birth her child well but be able to adequate feed it as well. She looked as if she came from a strong line, too, with strong limbs and sturdy shoulders.

Their child would be just what the other Master wanted.

The female scooted back onto the fur and pad covered plank bed, laying back and parting her raised knees. As Fisher untied the knot at his waist and allowed his worn trousers to fall to the dirt floor, his partner reached to between her tbighs and began probing, preparing herself.

By the time Fisher was above her, she was wet and ready for him ...or so she thought. Fisher grasped and guided his penis into her, findi.g her resistant to his intrusion. He tried to be gentle, but his dutiful lust was driving him. He pressed hard into her; she was gining way to him slowly, grimacing as she tried in vain to contain her cry of pain.

Then, she opened, and Fisher pushed firmly, steadily until their groins were together as one. He paused, allowing her to adjust to his better than average sized tool being inside of her; he wanted to begin the repetitious stroking motion that would lead him to completion of his work -- and, of course, great pleasure -- but he was determined to wait until she signalled her readiness by pulling back the sharp nails she had dug into the flesh of his sides.

Finally, she signalled that it was time. Her body relaxed -- as much as it was going to with the penis of a stranger deep inside her -- and as soon as it did, Fisher's tensed up. He stroked deeply and rapidly, and the pleasure welled to climax just as deeply and rapidly. He exploded with a satisfied grunt, allowing himself to relax his weight upon her.

For her part, she simply laid there below him, accepting his seed, crying softly in a combination of pain and pleasure. She'd enjoyed the feel of him within her, though not to the euphoric end that he had. Her satisfaction here today mattered not; her reason for being here was to be bred, and she could always achieve her own satisfaction on her own once her Master had come for her again.

Together they laid there, waiting for their hearts to near a normal state ...waiting for--

A loud rap sounded on the metal of the cage. Fisher lifred his weight above the breeder, looking to her for an indication that she was ready to go on. She knodded softly, and without hesitation, they repeated their duty until again Fisher unloaded deep inside of her.



When the sun rose, the harsh light striking his tbrough the wall slats, Fisher gently woke his bed mate, rolled her to her belly, parted her k.ees with his own, pulled her buttocks upward, and bred with her once more, then again. The Masters, it was believed, thought that human breeding was like that of rabbits, that sexual stimulation -- their first fuck -- caused the human female to ovulate. Therefore, breeding took place in sessions such as Fisher and this female had been engaging in five times a day for the past three days.

For Fisher, it had been magical that first night, but by the seco.d night, it was becoming more or less a chore. For his partner, the early morning hours of the first day had seen ecstasy finally arrive, but by now, she was becoming worn out and could hardly endure the feel of his big dick inside her.

After Fisher had come the second time, slumping exhausted atop her, the gate to the cage slid upwards and the Master tapped a stick upon it. Fisher rose, dressed, and left ...departing without the two of them ever having traded a single word.

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Post #3
Writer: NekoMata

Her name was Aria Hunter. Aria brcause of her beautiful singing voice and Hunter because that was the job designated by the Master. Aria was slender, her body lean yet lightly muscled. She was petite with lean long legs. Aria ran lightly slowing to a stop as she entered the human area. In one hand she held three hares with bllood dripping from thier slit throats. A bow and a quiver of arrows adorned her back. She dropped the hares by the cooking pot and a short sharp whistle made her turn her head.

She knew the summons by heart. It was a call from the Master as she had to turn in her bow and arrows for the day. They were not allowed to keep thier weapons. As she approached the main building Aria lowered her gaze. Approaxhing the Master who was standing in the buildings tall doorway she heldbout her bow and quiver. They were taken from her hands and she quickly backed away. Turning she headed back to her village.

Aria tucked her long charcoal black hair behind her ears. She was well bred both for skill, intelligence, and beauty. It was her mothers hope that one day she would hecome a Breeder instead of a lowly hunter. Aria hoped not. She doubted it would at any rate as her petiteness made her less choice for child bearing though her full round breast would be good for feeding. She shook the thoughts from her head and went to go gut and skin the rabbits.

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Post #4
Writer: GrayOldFart

Leo Runner watched from the shadows as Aria Hunter entered the Village and went about her business. He had long yearned for the young beauty, with her lean body and long legs. He always thought they would make good babies together -- a Runner and a Hunter -- but the Master had never designated them as a breeding couple.

Leo knew humans who'd satisfied their desired without direction, of course. The drive to pro-create -- and simple animal lust -- were often too powerful to wait for permission. But he'd only had to witness one forced castration -- of a good friend, making it worse -- and the beating of his lover to understand that masturbating behind a tree to the image of a Village beauty was a far safer idea than slipping away with her and getting caught.

Leo's problem -- the reason he hadn't been chosen to breed -- was, in his mind, obvious: he was too small. He was barely over 5 feet and less than 130 pounds. The fact that he was as fit as any other male in the Village and could run from his Master's Village to any of the Trade Villages without stopping didn't seem to increase his odds of passing his genes on to one of the female's children. Nor his odds of simply enjoying the pleasure of a sex partner in general.

The other disappointment was that Aria had never shown him a moment's notice. He didn't think that she disliked him. He simply had never spent any time with the young woman, so he had no idea what her feelings about him were, let alone how she would react if he was to proposition her out of nowhere.

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Post #5
Writer: NekoMata

Aria sighed to herself as she tossed another set of entrails into the pile. Turning she plopped the skinned and gutted rabbit onto the dried piece of skin and wrapped it. This should have been the bitchers job but lately the task had been left to Aria. It was a severe annoyance. She did not like having to spend all day out in the forest trying to hunt down enough food to fill the Master's requirements with some extra for the village, to have to do menial grunt work as well. Standing Aria stretched herself. Sniffing she wtinkled her nose. She smelled of blood and sweat, an unpleasant combination. Looking around sge turned and darted towards the woods just beyond the village.

Once in the trees she slowed her pace. Aria turned herself and headed for the lake were the villagers frequently bathed. She enjoyed going at this time because it was bound to be empty and Aria could ebjsoy a comfortable bath in privacy. Emerging from the tress she smiled at the sight of the glistening water. Carefully she removed her short skirt and half top, the traditional wear of female hunters, and placed them in the branches of a tree near the water. Then she dived into the water. It was cool abd refreshing and she stayed submerged for as long as she could beforenbreaking the surface again. She shook her wet hair from her face, riculets of water running down her skin. Aria began to bathe herself, singing softly.

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Post #6
Writer: GrayOldFart

From his perch in the fork of the huge elm's branches, Leo Runner had watched Aria Hunter run by, disappearing into the woods. He couldn't know whether she hadn't seen him or had simply ignored him but either way, he waited for a moment -- looking back to the Village of thirty for watchful eyes -- and seeing none, dropped to the ground and headed off toward the Hot Bowl to visit with her.

He was half way to the small hot spring -- a favorite place among the barely post-pubescent Villagers for soaking feet and telling stories -- when he walked face first into a spider web spanning the path. He'd always had a thing about spiders and freaked, frantically wiping away the silken material as he searched for the web's maker in his hair.

Aria hadn't come this way, obviously ... which meant...

His skin crawled with goose bumps at the thought. Not a good idea. Personal privacy was sacred among the Villagers, particularly between the genders, and Leo knew that if Aria was where he thought she was, she would not want eyes -- male eyes -- upon her.

And yet, after checking the trail for others, he made his way through the thick woods and two or three minutes later, he was staring at clothes hanging on a branch beyond which he knew was the lake ... and the likely naked Aria Hunter.

Leo could feel his body trembling with ... the excitement of the chase...? or the excitement of his lust? It didn't really matter which it was -- or if it was both -- because either one was going to get him in potentially serious trouble with Aria and, if caught by them, potentially fatal trouble with the Masters.

His animalistic drive overwhelmed his intelligence and common sense, though, and he continued forward ever so slowly, ever so quietly until he was looking out through the bushes at...

Oh my...

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Post #7
Writer: NekoMata

Aria sang softly to herself as she floated lightly on the waters surface. It felt like whatbshe imagained being surrounded by silk would be. Rolling over she dived under the water again, kicking for a shallower part of the lake. Breaking the surface again she shook her hair, sending droplets of water into the air. Suddenly a soft rustle from a bush near the lake caught her attention.m Her hearing was quite acute as was her eyesight. Both were neccesary skills for any hunter.

Aria scanned the area keepingbher face neutral. Steppingbout of the lake Aria made for the tree were hr clothes hung. Grabbing them she quickly redressed herself. Then she turned as if to leave.m However she suddenly turned and with three swift moves she plunged into a nearby bish. Greenery filled her giew but she felt the connection of hukan flesh as she rammed her body into whoever had been concealing themself in the bush. Using all of her. Weight she pinned her tarfet to the ground. Her eyes focusing she realuzed she was now sitting astride Leo Runner. Shehld his wrist spread to the sides and frowned. "What are you doing."

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Post #8
Writer: GrayOldFart

Leo's body continued to quiver with excitement as he watch Aria Hunter swimming about the lake. Her perfect body, bare of any coverings, glistened with the crystal clear water of the mountain lake as she stood, then dove, then swam, then stood again. He spied all of her ... all ... of her ... and found his maleness as excited and eager as it had ever been in his 19 Annuals.

He wanted nothing more than to simply stare at her forever, but at ever little sound -- bird's wings, bug buzzes, squirrel scratches -- he found himself looking about himself, sure that someone was going to catch him in his violation. After a final rustling behind him, Leo turned his attention back to the lake --

Only to find her no longer within it ... and heading directly for him. His heart leaped within his chest, and this first thought was flight. But he knew that the huntress would likely pursue -- if for no other reason than to know what animal had been in the bush so near -- and, of course, catch up with him. He may have been a runner by nature, and the odds of him out distancing her was good; but Aria would have the advantage of her hunting skills and be able to track his flight, catching him -- or at least sight of him -- once he'd reached either of the clearings into which he would have no choice but to emerge.

He sat, still and silent, as the naked, dripping form of Aria stepped to the bushes -- just a height and a half from his widened eyes! -- to gather and don her clothes. She turned to leave ... and then, before he'd even had time to think, she had him pinned to ground asking, "What are you doing?"

He was in pure panic! He could just imagine her whipping out her hunting knife and gutting him like one of her rabbits; he actually found himself wondering, Were they there...? Were they with her...? Oh my, did she have her blades ...? She'll cut off my Personals and feed them to the camp dogs!

His heart was beating so hard that he'd barely heard her question, and when finally his mind wrapped itself around the question, Leo said in a meek and questioning tone, "I came to bathe...?"

It was bad enough that he'd been peeking out of the bushes at the naked form of the female with whom he had so long wanted to breed with; and it was simply embarrassing to be caught by her, let alone be so easily slammed to ground for it; but ... alas ... no matter how bad things got, they could always get worse in the life of Leo Runner.

"Aria!" a male voice called through the trees from not as distant as Leo would have wanted it to be. Leo recognized the distinct voice as it continued as being that of Red Fisher. "Aria Hunter! Are you out here?"

Leo's body simply went limp below the huntress -- the only still tense part being the fully erect penis pressing against one of her legs -- as he saw his life, or at least his as-of-yet-unknown sex life, coming to an end before sun down. He murmured to himself, "Master, be merciful..."