Hunter reborn.

[dryfter]

"Can't I just.....want you?"

For a moment, Michael wanted nothing more than to look up into Celeste's eyes, to read the emotions flickering across her mysterious and oft times perplexing mind. When had he ever denied her the emotion of wanting him, needing him? Had he ever? Wasn't that the exact emotion he wanted to foster?

"I want you to take me..as your pet.."

So that was it. And with that request came a sudden surge of elation. Weren't these the words he'd wanted to hear for so long? This explained everything! Why the little vixen on top of him was doing her best to keep her rhythm slow and controlled. He was being teased, yet for a purpose.....

Not even Celeste could keep her eyes hidden from him as he lunged upward, burying himself so much deeper inside of her than she herself had allowed. Much to his surprise, his little fox mate responded almost instantly to the rougher treatment. So much for thinking a little gentleness was in order after all that had happened.....

Michael cried out softly in pain as his arm lit up once more in a fiery display of active nerves, using the damaged appendage to pull her close to him before reaching for her chin, forcing her face upward to look at him at the exact second his own mouth moved to claim hers. It was a reaffirmation.....of love.....of trust.....and of ownership.

Every brutal thrust upward punished him, and yet he was powerless to stop, the ache in his loins rapidly swelling to outgrow the other complaining injuries.

"This is just a fraction of how I value you, Celeste. When I'm healed, I have so much more to offer you....."

The words came from between clenched teeth as pain mingled with extreme pleasure, her viselike pussy working him hard as he drove himself deep. All thoughts of emotional distress gone, Michael gave the barest of grunts as warning before the first jet of thick sperm soaked her insides to be followed by even more lesser bursts.....

 

[TieMeTightly]

The cry that escaped her lips had much more emotion behind it than just passion...than lust even. There was a need in her for pain..and as soon as the first thrust came she couldn't help but cry out - squeezing her eyes shut momentarily as she attempted to keep herself calm.

It wasn't working..something in her mind was thoroughly convinced that this was what she needed to feel better about what had happened, and with every thrust that followed, hard..deep. It was already making her ache, and the cry that filled the room may have been hers, however she did not miss the pain that was in his cry..she was perhaps pushing it?

She was closer still to him, and as soon as he reached for her chin she instinctively tugged her head backward - though that was pointless, it was captured anyway. She hadn't wanted to look at him..it was the entire point. But with his mouth upon hers - she could force herself not to care. Her eyes slipped shut, her hips rocking with each violent thrust as she did her best to ignore the pain, to not cry out into his mouth..

He pulled back, speaking to her - and the words were not as clear as she would have liked. Her head was spinning, so close to cumming, and he was there telling her that this was only a fraction of what he had..it was almost frightening, actually. He was already pushing himself when he wasn't healed - she couldn't quite imagine how it would be when the battle wounds were gone.

As he came, she managed a groan in response, the hot liquid coating her insides making her work harder even. She moved on top of him even now, shutting her eyes..and trying.

Trying didn't work. Even after Michael had finished, she still had not cum. It was obvious that she was not really in the right state of mind at the moment to just let herself go - to feel what she wanted and perhaps needed to feel.

It wasn't long before she stopped rocking her hips atop him, trying to catch her breath before covering her face with her hand. "Why..."

She sounded so broken when the next words followed, though she was still composed...not a tear. Her body wasn't even trembling.

"Why are you not upset with me.." Again her gaze was unfocused and without even thinking she lifted herself from him with a slight wince, sitting next to him and drawing her knees to her chest. "..I don't understand it...just...if you make me hurt...if...you do anything...it...it would make it better.."

 

[dryfter]

She rode it out, each movement coaxing more from his aching body. Yet Michael could see that this was for his benefit more than anything else. It stung somewhat to know that he had failed in his part. The one time he actually cared about pleasuring her as well, and she hadn't reached her own pinnacle. This was twice today he'd failed. It was almost enough to allow reality to swoop in with its crushing embrace.

"Why are you not upset with me..."

Michael groaned as he felt himself slipping from her, the lithe Celeste retreating to lay beside him instead. Her nose barely rose above her knees as she huddled in apparent misery...

"..I don't understand it...just...if you make me hurt...if...you do anything...it...it would make it better..."

"Because only a cruel master punishes his pets for something that is his own fault. Do you kick a dog for failing to retreive a bird that was never shot?"

Michael's smile was sad, wistful. He wanted this side of her just a little longer, so malleable and easily trained. And yet, he couldn't bear to hear her beg for pain....not when his own made him feel so clearly that this was not her fault.

"You want to be treated as a pet? I can grant you that wish, Celeste. But its so much more than just brutally raping your body and making you feel pain. Pets need to be rewarded when they've done good.....just like they need to be comforted and reassured in times of confusion and emotional pain."

He stared at the far wall....voicing once more, though perhaps more in detail, his own feelings.

"I knew. I knew you were with child, I knew you'd only been turned for less than a month, and I knew that this was your first combat as such. I was foolish to have you there, reckless to think you'd take to your natural weaponry instantly when I knew for a fact it took you years of training to get as good as you were with your hunter gear. It was stupid Celeste. I was stupid, and I had to get you caught up in all of this."

A soft frown.

"I know you hated me before this battle. I can't believe you don't despise me now. Though it matters little really....you're bound to me now."

Perhaps he'd been wrong to come here tonight....though some part of him denied that. At the very least....he needed to tell her how he felt for a change rather than keeping the gruff and impersonal "Master" appearance that he'd held since she first arrived. Still....fatigue drove at him with each passing minute.....the aches of his body not about to go away quickly.

"If you truly want to become my pet, Celeste....then I think its time for your training to begin. A few nights ago, you were subjected to my dungeon as a punishment....and it was a terrible one, yes? Tomorrow....you will go there of your own accord....and you will wait for your Master. That is....if you truly are beginning to understand your place here."

It didn't take long for slumber to claim him once his eyes finally shut. He didn't know how long Celeste stayed there beside him, listening to his breath deepening and calming from their combined rigors.....

He was sure he'd find out tomorrow.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Celeste flinched as he spoke to her. She could hear it in his voice - the exhaustion ebbing at his consciousness, her eyes glancing up to him briefly before slowly managing to look back to the nothingness that she had been staring into.

How was she supposed to go there by himself..and how long would she really want this? Want what she just told him she wanted..what she needed in order to feel better about what had happened.

Celeste did not remain there long. Her body was aching, and she instead went to examine herself. The bruise still visible upon her face, her legs still shaky from the ordeal.

She seemed to be looking over every inch of her own body,..before stepping into the shower. She had to wash it away - all of the filth, all of the evidence of what had happened, perhaps including her plea to become his pet instead of what she ha been before...though she didn't quite know what she had been before.

The hours that passed were long, and she quite literally crept back to the dungeon that he had told her to wait for him in. She was cautious as she sat there, her knees once again drawn to her chest though this time she shut her eyes, attempting to keep herself calm - and keep out of her own thoughts.

Her thoughts were plaguing her, blaming herself still and she didn't quite know what to do. Her hard exterior had crumbled so fast..yet she managed still not to let a single tear fall because of it. It couldn't be a good thing, refusing to let any emotion out, though she wasn't sure if she wanted to become that vulnerable.

That was her definition, crying because of something. As soon as she did that she thought herself vulnerable, quite obviously not realizing that she was possibly more vulnerable now then she had ever intended, and he saw it. Michael was going to use it to his advantage, and she would almost certainly do whatever she could to make him happy..to make up for what had happened.

 

[dryfter]

She looked so miserable......so.....despondant.

Eyes clenched shut, shivering....from cold or fear, Michael wasn't sure.....Celeste had to be expecting the worst. In a way, he was still surprised she had come down here. He half expected the lapse of time to clear her head of any of this sudden need for subserviance.

Yet here she was...and if he knew what was good for him, he wasn't about to waste this chance.

He let her waste away within the terrible confines of her own mind for now, every moment spent there allowing him to draw closer unnoticed. Heel to toe....heel to toe.....each footfall soundless against the cold stone of the basement floor. Even when he reached for the simplest of tools, the iron buckle slid inocculously from the steel peg it had rested on.....its long tail of leather trailing behind it well away from the floor.

Her head shot up fast enough when it dropped around one curled up leg however, a profound flicker of fear in those beautiful orbs of hers as the belt's grasp tightened a split second later.....capturing her leg perfectly in the same position she knew so well....calf bound tightly against her thigh.

Michael smiled softly, nodding happily as she chose not to struggle any more than her initial surprise had caused. A moment later and the other leg was similarly bound, rendering walking....a hopeless impossibility.

The master and the pet......how he was going to enjoy this......

"So you want to be punished, do you? You feel like hurting you is the only way to absolve your sins? What if I told you that losing my child is only one of your many transgressions, Celeste? How should I hurt you? And are you prepared to pay penance for them all....my lovely little pet?"

He reached for her then, hoisting her easily up and over a shoulder....a shoulder that the night before couldn't have hoped to have endured such strain. But that was then.....

Flipping his little fox vixen over, he set her down gently.....far more gently than perhaps she would have expected as her knees and the palms of her hands contacted the cool surface of the smoothened stone. A wooden crossbar pressed firmly into her tight belly, its surface capped on either side with iron casings that bolted neatly into the floor.

Though that had to be the least of her worries right now, face to face with the collar as she were.......

Thick and blackened leather, and adorned with tarnished studs, the thing looked much like a dog collar save for the all too short length of chain attached to an ugly looking plate in its base. He could almost see the silent pleading in her expressing as he impassively knelt before her.....fastening the rough hewn thing around her neck.

"There we go....and if you think you're uncomfortable now....."

First one.....then the other.....Michael slowly stripped away her remaining points of balance. He could just about imagine how it must feel to have the last vestiges of control slowly stripped from her as her arms were slowly pulled backward. And to make matters worse.....he was about to reveal another nasty surprise.....one that should make her just a little more self conscious.

"Hand me the cuffs, Siobhan."

Celeste may have missed the little kitten cowering in the corner throughout her misery, but Michael was far too alert for anything like that. He wasn't about to have anything go wrong today.....and despite the scent of the catgirl's evident arousal at seeing her fellow housemate slowly being rendered helpless.....

"Yes, master."

Those last few lycan hearts that she had been fed had done wonders for her, the white haired teen shifting with an almost practiced ease to select the bindings of his choosing before crawling back to him with them in her teeth.....

"Very good. Now leave. You have no business here."

Siobhan bowed her head respectfully, with an adequate amount of shame and obedience......her subsequent shifting just as easy, as the tiny white housecat streaked back up the stairs to the light beyond.

Even as he watched her retreat, the cuffs were tightening.....each click of the cool metal closing it tighter around her fragile wrists. Yet if that alarmed her even a little, it would be nothing compared to the soft hum coming from over head. Already he watched her as she swiveled and twisted in an attempt to discern its nature and purpose.

He had only walked away from her for a moment....and only to man to controls of the miniature overhead crane he had installed for just such a thing, its hook dropping neatly down to press its chill metal against the bare skin of her back....sliding suggestively upward until inevitably catching against the links of the cuffs......

He didn't miss the soft whimper as he pressed the UP button....each link that was dragged steadily upward bringing her own petite body up with it. Michael liked to consider himself a master of this....knowing just how far to go to keep his plaything tightly held without a risk of dislocating shoulders or rupturing vertabrae. Indeed, it brought a smile to his lips as the chain fastened to her neck finally stretched taut.....at just about the perfect level.

"Well now.....is this what you had expected? Certainly what you deserve, yes?"

And now for the finishing touch.....a soft shiver of anticipation charging his own body with electricity. The look she gave him didn't help as he struggled to keep control of himself.....a look that only became more priceless as she recognized the soft cloth in his hands.....

Just seconds before it closed in around her eyes......Celeste all but helpless as her world blacked out.......

 

[TieMeTightly]

He had done well to sneak in,..though he didn't have to do anything along those lines. Her thoughts were being far too loud in her own head..making it impossible to think that possibly he was down there already - watching her, approaching her.

If she had been just the slightest bit aware she would have noticed some sound...his heartbeat, his footfalls, his breathing. But she heard none of that.

She did look up, however as soon as she felt the first restraint. It made her jump, her dark eyes darting up to focus on him. She couldn't help but groan from the tightening, and wasn't quite sure how she was supposed to respond. Something had her frozen, and she was quite certain that it had everything to do with the fear of him appearing so suddenly, as well as the shock of being torn from her own mind.

The smile...it was supposed to calm her - to reassure her she supposed, but she was not reassured and only calmed from fear. She should not have come here.

And the words that followed. To further speak of the child, to call it 'only one' of her many sins..it was beyond frightening.

And even still as she was forced to be on all fours,..she was then trembling. She couldn't help herself or figure out why. Everything he said was making her flinch away. She didn't want this,..of course - she simply thought it necessary.

He knew that. And she knew he was making her think it was more than necessity. Never once had she thought Michael stupid, and she certainly was not about to start now. He knew far too well what he was doing, though every trapped up inside her own personal punishment,..she also knew what he was attempting to do..how he was trying to mold her. It was just a question of if she would let herself become that weak..that vulnerable.

More and more implements..restraining her - making her immobile, useless. However four words drew her back..four words far more humiliating than the position she was in.

'Hand me the cuffs, Siobhan.'

She shut her eyes then. He would do that to her? It was out o her character enough to say she needed punishment, but for him to bring someone else into this..someone that she most certainly needed not to know of this weakness. Yet he did. He brought her into it, let her see the weakness.

And when she had left..when she had been dismissed she was trembling.

And it hadn't finished. She knew he hadn't finished. Her lips parting in a gasp, followed by a whimper as she was lifted. The trembling, her wide eyes.

And again he spoke, her doubts echoing in her head..her protests..yet she couldn't even make herself speak..why? She was really that mentally drained..mentally scarred and she didn't know how to bring herself out of it. Perhaps this was the only way.

So quickly the cloth that he had lifted was around her head, over her eyes.

As soon as it happened her other senses were forced to kick in. She didn't like this..being unable to see - being bound was bad enough. And yet here she was, being too submissive while she was trying to break herself free mentally rather than physically.

She wondered..she couldn't help but wonder what she was trying to do or if he simply thought she wanted punishment to be forgiven. In some respects, it was what she wanted, but mostly she was trying to break her mind out of the horrible loop that was replaying. If she could quickly..too quickly get new memories, new emotions and a different pain, perhaps she could block out the rest.

 

[dryfter]

Michael watched it all with amusement.....each emotion as it played out across her face, her chained form held taut, accentuating each delightful curve before his eyes. Fear.....there had been some of that, yes....fear mixed with discomfort, with just the right touch of shame.....

"You failed me, Celeste. You failed me then....and you failed me now....."

He could see her flinch against his words, unable to see the soft smile that delivered them.

"You cower in solitude rather than incorporate yourself into this household as I've commanded you.....when I've spoken of how much that displeases me."

Hard......cool to the touch.....something pressed against the base of her neck. As the words tumbled from his lips, so too did this new object slide ever lower down her spine, just firmly enough to deliver an almost forboding presence.

"And yet....perhaps its my fault, yes? I've not trained you as I should....thinking perhaps you were a natural little bitch.....capable of finding your way on your own."

The smooth object slid silently over her tailbone....tickling the crevasse of her asscheeks as it slid even lower before pushing forward again.....its smooth surface interrupted every so often by a harsh and unpolished knot as it dragged across the fox mate's hesitant slit....

With a flick of a wrist, Michael brought the bamboo cane against one inner thigh with a stinging slap, leaving no question as to what he wanted her to do. Even as Celeste spread herself for him, a similar strike against the other expanse of tender flesh had her doubling her efforts......debasing herself shamelessly before him.

He wasn't about to take her, certainly not yet. She was his now for the molding.....and he was going to enjoy himself.

"What did I ever do to deserve you, Celeste?"

A soft but stinging slap to her ass, a sharp inhalation of breath as she arched in surprise.

"I trusted you.....and you failed me. I came back for you.....claiming you as my own when I could have just killed you.....or worse yet......left you to deal with your new body on your own. You use my name.....as if you have some right to."

Another stinging slap, enough to half cripple a mortal, but just enough to bring a rosy color to Celeste's cheeks.

"Pet's don't know their master's names. You need to be shown your place.....a poor little fox, too dumb or ungrateful to find it on her own."

He watched as she squirmed beneath the blows....waiting to see if further punishment was needed, if she'd have the audacity to speak.....and if so....if her words would require a harsher response.

Again, the cane traveled the curve of her shapely rump with deceptive gentleness, the well polished end knob tracing one gentle welt with what could easily be confused for tenderness.....

"Shall we see if you've learned anything, Celeste? Anything at all?"

He circled her once more then.....kneeling before her blinded face.....leaning forward to kiss the dark cloth that bound her sight, tasting and smelling the dampened cloth and the salt therein. Reaching for her.....a firm hand cupped the swell of a breast with an ease he knew she'd remember....massaging the firm mound gently as she struggled to calm herself.

"Shift for me, Celeste. Let my pet show me her true form.....this form is an illusion now, isn't it? Remnants of the disgrace you once were. Show me what I've made you into."

She had only had the chance to consume two lycan hearts.....he'd really not seen that many battles with her in his fold yet. Yet remembering back, she had made the change quite easily in the heat of the battle.....though whether it was from power or fear it was possible, Michael couldn't be sure. Not to worry though.....if it had been from fear, he was quite certain she was properly motivated......

 

[TieMeTightly]

Celeste couldn't help but flinch with each word he spoke. It was incredible..he was smiling and she couldn't hear it in his voice. He had managed to mask it that well - to the point where she heard disappointment, even perhaps anger.

And then he continued...and as he continued she realized rather quickly how much she did not want to be in this situation..to be bound in front of him to his satisfactory gaze.

She could feel something pressing against the base of her neck and she managed a quiet sound but that was all. She couldn't help the sound,..nor could she help the gasp that escaped her lips at the first sting.

Even as she complied, spreading her legs as he had wanted her to - he struck her again and it made her groan quietly - only to quicken her efforts.

What did he ever do deserve her. The words were enough to make her practically hate her existence there. The sarcasm dripped from the words and could he see her eyes he would certainly see the shame even though she wouldn't be looking at him.

It was probably better that she had the blindfold. She would be gaze averting as best she could.

And as he went on, so did the sound through the air just before the another strike. She couldn't help but flinch as he leaned toward her..feeling the lips against the cloth over her eyes.

Her back arched in response to the touch, followed by a useless whimper at his words.

She couldn't help but shake her head somewhat. She didn't want to become that..that which he made her. She wanted nothing to do with this..whatever it was. And the fact that he wanted her to turn to this...why would he want that?

Something else to make her under his thumb.

And even after that..she had flinched. She clenched her teeth despite shaking her head..and did her best to concentrate on..shifting.

Despite the degrading words,..for that small thing he still called her by her name for this..it gave her some sort of hope that this was only being given to her because it was what she had asked for..not because he actually felt it necessary.

She was trembling, though now what she was trembling from even she couldn't be sure. Though it could not be seen, her eyes became far more animalistic..her breathing becoming quicker as fur began to cover her legs,..stopping mid-thigh...she was doing what she had done before..making the fur appear only where she had wanted it to - and she certainly did not want to become a fox right now.

 

[dryfter]

Why did it have to be this way?

Though she did her best to conceal her emotions, her body language gave much away. He could smell the fear on her.

"Having second thoughts?"

This time he couldn't keep the emotion....the derision from sounding in his voice. Though even he couldn't tell just who that scorn was directed at.....Celeste.....or himself.

She questioned him at every turn, each question almost a challenge in its own right. Acted without thinking of the consequence, and yet not having the wisdom to ask before such actions either. Michael already had a Siobhan.....a quiet and willing fuckbitch that he could torment for both their pleasures, any time he wanted to. Another would just be useless to him.....almost as useless as he was finding her now.

Somehow, he was going to have to instill confidence in this scared, cowardly, and overly way too emotional lycan pet. But there was no way of doing that....no way at all.....without first laying the groundwork for obedience....and even harder......trust.

He watched as she silently shifted, the action taking much more concentration and effort than it had just a day before. And yet....she did not fail him. He could almost hear her gasp in surprise as he reached out, gently running a hand down the length of her plush, silky tail.

"Very good, Celeste. I see that some of our lessons haven't gone to waste on you."

Goddamn she looked hot, even more so than her human form now that her fur seemed to draw attention to her more alluring parts. With a soft smile, he his hand slid upward once more before shifting slightly to brush the beautiful auburn appendage aside. Her reaction was almost instant as he pressed firmly against the base of her tail, her whole body squirming and thrashing at the touch.

"If you have anything to say, little pet.....I give you permission to speak."

He knew what she wanted.....and if she didn't......she would want it before he was done with her.....want it more than anything else in the world. Perhaps even more than regaining her precious humanity that he'd stolen from her.

If she thought the chance meeting with Siobhan was embarrassing, it was her own fault. The kitten had been there for longer than even he knew....and had remained undetected. Perhaps there was room for punishment there as well....that one little instance would be the least of her torments.

For long moments, silence reigned save for the frantic beating of her heart and the racing of her breath. Want it now or not, he had her.....and she wasn't going anywhere until he was damn good and ready to let her go.

"So tell me, pet. Are you going to continue to sulk and withdraw into yourself? Hate me perhaps? Or just try to pretend that I'm not here, and that you're not bound and spread in front of me like a bitch in heat....waiting for the cock you know you want to claim you.....over....and over."

He gave the tender spot at the base of her tail another insistant nudge, watching her reaction with excited amusement even before sliding lower.....letting Celeste feel his fingertip pause at the tight puckered asshole he'd only recently broken in.....dipping even lower to test her body's true reaction.....

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"You can't go down there."

A slender hand paused just moments before coming in contact with the doorknob.

"And why not?"

As unhappy as she was to hear it, even Kira knew better than to raise her voice so close to the Master's dungeon. She had no intentions of taking the place of whomever he had down there right now. In fact, it had been risky to have come this far in the first place.

"He'll be mad at you."

Siobhan sulked quietly, turning her pale and forlorn eyes skyward to meet those of the tomboyish cheetah.

"He's training Celeste."

A sharp intake of breath, and a widening of the eyes. Without another word, the blonde snatched her hand away, as if the knob had become a viper or other deadly beast. Still weakened from her injuries, the weaved slowly back the way she had come....shaking her head ever so often.

She could wait.....

 

[TieMeTightly]

She cringed in response to the comment. Of course she was having second thoughts yet she couldn't even make herself respond to something like that. Not with the 'proper' response, certainly not with any sort of speak of 'master'.

Yet he reached out, and the response was a quiet gasp as she felt his fingers on her tail, making her shudder somewhat against the touch.

And yet..even after the obvious scorn in his voice which she of course thought to be directed at her she couldn't help but feel somewhat better as he spoke..the little bit of praise at least making her feel better about what she had done so far.

She couldn't see the smile, however she could feel his hand drift lower and she immediately groaned, arching her back and attempting to his hand away from that spot..the sensitivity far too much for her at the moment, which only seemed to have increased thanks to the lack of vision he so kindly provided for her.

And then he gave her permission to speak in that moment, and she was struggling to catch her breath, her chest heaving as she inhaled almost in frantic breaths. She whimpered as he spoke. As he gave her permission.

She already hated this...hated herself for needing his touch as soon as she brought this damned fur upon herself.

She couldn't help but tremble, nipples hard just from the brief teasing that he was doing, and as he continued to speak, she was panting, the touch to the base of her tail sending her squirming again, which wasn't helped much as his fingers moved downward, briefly gracing her tight asshole, only to go lower still.

She shuddered against him, moaning immediately.

Celeste couldn't control it..the sudden need...and what was worse was that she didn't even seem to care if she ended up satisfied or not, it seemed that simply the touch was enough to send her squirming and moaning, the petit fox attempting to press herself upon his fingers..yet still she didn't speak.

 

[dryfter]

"Well it certainly seems that you know what you want."

Michael smirked. Honestly, he couldn't fathom why she resisted him at times when she was so quick to show her body's true nature. Celeste practically offered herself to him, grinding down against his fingers, whimpering softly as he retreated just enough to maintain the gentle contact and no more. And yet, if she thought this was torture, she was in for so much more.

"What a greedy little pet. Do you really think I brought you down here just to tie you up and fuck you?"

If the sound of his zipper gave her any encouragement, it would soon fade fast enough. Michael reached for his cock, pulling free from its confines as his pants dropped nearly unnoticed to the floor. Stepping forward, he could feel her tense.....readying herself.....and completely unprepared for the feeling of his cock sliding smoothly across her heated cunt. It was a different kind of teasing, and one that would deny her the penetraton her body craved.

"From this day on, Celeste.....I'm going to begin training you. Until my name is not longer important to you, and I'm simply Master. Until my commands are second nature to you, and the only punishments I have to administer are ones you would happily accept."

He gave her pert ass a harsh swat, noting the soft redness left behind on her thighs from the cane. He could feel her squirming....but was she attempting to flee his touch? Or was she trying to angle herself in such a way as to be taken, circumventing his plans for her.

Each time he thought she was being disobedient.....rushing things on her own.....his hand came down once more on her ass, until she was still.....her breath coming in ragged pants that he couldn't help but notice.

"There now....that's a good pet."

Slowly, he eased forward once more.....letting her feel his manhood sliding slowly across her tender sex.

"See the effect you have on males, Celeste? How hard I've gotten for you? And yet.....I'm still the master, and you're the pet.....just as you wanted."

Michael grinned suddenly, a wicked idea coming to mind. As quietly as he could, he retreated until his touch no longer tormented her.....

And yet, no matter how quiet he was, he couldn't help but trigger the tiniest of groans from the ancient wood of the steps as he ascended, leaving her momentarily to consider being left alone down here once more.

A few whispered commands and they came.....all of them....massing at the top of the steps at their master's bidding. More than one shuddered at the thought of having to go back down, but he was not to be disobeyed. Michael could practically see her tense as they drew nearer one at a time, each lycan scent mixing with another as the fox mate desperately tried to use her other senses to determine what was going on.

"I've brought company, Celeste....I thought your housemates would be most instrumental in your training."

Her jaw dropped....would she say something now? She had certainly reacted in an interesting way when Siobhan's presence was revealed.....

 

[TieMeTightly]

Celeste could not believe he would actually do that..and despite the situation she had managed to put herself in, she couldn't even think of doing what he told her..calling him Master because his name would be lost to her...expecting punishment and wanting it - accepting it with no questions..it wasn't who she was.

When he did finally pull away from her only to walk up the stairs she groaned..but only momentarily.

It was not difficult to smell them there, to hear their breathing and to hate herself in the process for actually allowing herself to be put in this situation.

"N..no.."

The word was shaky, and she rather quickly allowed herself to squirm briefly. Just once before shutting her eyes tightly.

"This was not..what this was supposed to be.."

She whimpered again as she attempted to free herself from the restraints, wishing that she could see them - instead of just hear them..smell them. What a position they had managed to get her into - and now all that she wanted to do was get out of it.

"I'm..I'm better..I don't want this.."

Better..was probably not what she was, but she was at least speaking.

"I want...I want to get out of this.."

She groaned then, arching her back only to fall still in the restraints again when the idea finally did come to her.

It was such a simple idea that she couldn't believe she actually bypassed before. If she completed the shift...fully - the restraints would be far less than binding..and she would be able to wriggle her way out of it so simply.

Would they be able to catch her? She had been so quick to learn with Kira..managing to get away from a cheetah...so how could she not outrun them..get herself out of the situation?

Even as these thoughts went through her head her breathing began to race, just at the anticipation of completing the change.

 

[dryfter]

Michael seemed more enrapt in his training that actually watching his little pet. Not that it mattered, the master knew his way around the bindings he used. And so it was with a little concern that Nastaja watched the fur thickening across Celeste's body, perhaps even before the others noticed.

Don't do it, Celeste....

She was scared, and righfully so. In fact, the were-panther hadn't seen her this frightened since she had been brought to the manor. Blinded as she was, it didn't take long for this conclusion to come to mind. How long had it been since she herself had done the exact same thing in an attempt to escape the Master?

Don't do it....it will only make things worse, hun.......submit.....for the love of the dark gods....just submit.

It was only a matter of time if she kept shifting. A glance to her left told Nastaja everything she needed to know. The others had finally begun to take notice.....and their resulting and sudden silence had caught the Master's attention as well. Cocking his head, Michael watched with some form of approval as his charge continued to shift.....waiting patiently for the point where it would become too painful to continue......

In her human form, and yet again in her hybrid form, Celeste was blessed with shoulder blades that allowed her arms to be pulled back in just such a fashion as the master had bound them. As a fox......well......fox limbs just weren't meant to be pulled that way......as was the case of most four legged creatures. Celeste would stop.....or she would end up dislocating both her shoulders, or worse.

Perhaps she could have just shifted her hands out of their bindings, but if she had gained that kind of power.....the master would surely have used a very different pair of cuffs to hold her.....a pair that Nastaja knew all too well.

Siobhan gave a mournful mew....moving hesitantly forward on all fours, as she was wont to. Her patient waiting piqued Michael's curiousity, who gave her a curt and tentative nod, sending the teen slowly forward to lick softly at the frightened Celeste's face....careful to pause and be recognized by scent first. It wouldn't be the first time she had been bitten, but this was a friend.....at least she could try and comfort a little.

"Kira...."

The blonde's head swiveled in alarm.

"Do provide adequate distraction before she actually hurts herself. She can consider it punishment for trying to flee her training."

Emerald eyes widened as the were-cheetah realized what she was being given....

With a soft moan of long repressed lust, the lithe form of the cheetah sauntered down the length of the fox, thin fingertips just barely dragging their way south down her bare skin. A smooth and gentle hand ran slowly over one firm buttock.....

It shouldn't be hard to distract her concentration away from the change.....

The tomboy gave an unseen smile as she reached for Celeste's tail.....stroking its fur for long moments and letting the fox mate's mind wander more to what exactly was going to happen next than on continuing her defiant actions.

The sound of her own body settling to the ground was made louder than it had to be, on purpose. Kira knew full well that the poor little fox would be relying on her other senses to ascertain what was going on.

But she doubted even those other senses would be enough to prepare her for the sensation of a thin, feminine finger slowly sliding its gentle touch along the length of her pussy......

 

[TieMeTightly]

Another groan escaped her lips as she felt the bindings begin to tug in the most unpleasant way. She had to stop, her body shuddering as she forced the change to stop. This wasn't what she wanted,..and this wasn't what she could deal with at the moment.

But Kira was there. She had heard him say her name...and the words 'adequate distraction' she couldn't do anything but whimper in response.

And it only got worse.

If there had been any thought of possibly continuing the shift it was brought to an abrupt hault as she felt the fingers running down her tail. Her teeth clenched suddenly, and despite the pain that she was causing herself she was attempting to get her wrists free of the restraint.

A groan escaped her lips, however as she felt the finger trail so easily across her pussy.

Kira had wanted her. She knew that and she had avoided it like the plague - and now here she was, with no control over of anything.

"S..stop.."

Her chest heaved as she struggled desperately, trying to turn her head. "Why are you ignoring me!"

She was speaking to Michael now, the panic in her voice enough to alarm anyone around them. "P..please, this isn't...isn't right.."

Her whimpers filled the room again, but she slumped in the restraints within moments. If they wanted them to be still...she would be still. But she could do this better than probably even Michael knew. She was completely still, forcing herself to recede within her body - to shut away her own self somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind.

She wasn't going to just...give in now. Not now that he had done this to her. She could so easily lock herself away - and would do so, her slender frame not even responding to Kira's touch save for the quickening of her breath.

 

[dryfter]

"S..stop.."

It was cute how she struggled. Though hardly the way Kira would have planned it, lacking any of the seductive overtones she so preferred when dealing with someone of Celeste's innocence, it was hard to resist teasing the fox mate's sex....stroking the tender flesh with soft and loving caresses, each frantic squirm of the voluptuous and yet delightfully petite body before her only taken as encouragement.

And yet, just when she was truly beginning to get into her assignment, the chains went slack. Frowning softly, the blonde glanced backward in askance....more than a little confused by the suddenness of Celeste's behavior change.

"Continue, Kira."

So she thought he was ignoring her, did she? Not even slightly. In fact, little did she know....but Celeste had his undivided attention right now. Her little act of defiance had assured that. But this......this he had seen before. This was something he was familiar with.

She was running again. Only this time, it was her mind trying to escape him, since her body had been brought under his control.

No matter.

Kira was thorough....skilled enough to have not only seduced several of his other mates to her bed, but also to teach them when they showed desire to learn.....and all too willing to indulge the ones forced to.

Silently, Michael watched as the slender cheetah lowered herself even further, flipping onto her back, her breath hot on Celeste's slick pussy as she eased herself between still opened thighs. Michael had been sure that his ex-partner would have tried to close herself off at the first touch of another woman. He was pleased at this little submission. As simple as it was, it meant he wouldn't have to bother with the spreader bar....at least for now.

"Running away, yet again Celeste......Nastaja.....I want you to fetch those there. You know what to do with them. The should provide the perfect counterpoint to Kira, yes?"

He gestured towards his workbench, and the nipple clamps he had laid there for just such a punishment. Each clamp was fastened to a tiny weight to administer just the right amount of pull. He could see his panther mate wince slightly at the sight of the objects, yet Nastaja hastened to comply. Celeste wouldn't be able to hide.....not for long.

Siobhan moved aside, her own eyes wide with recognition....and perhaps longing, as Nastaja moved before the prone fox. Reaching for her, it was a simple enough thing to attach the first clamp, drawing a deep shudder from her victim, Kira's lips trailing heated kisses up and down Celeste's inner thighs......tongue flicking out to make contact for the first time, at the exact instant the clamp bit down......

Insistant hands reached up....sliding easily over the furred haunches of the vixen, providing just enough leverage to lift up slightly and bury her face in dripping sex, Kira's kiss deepening instantly as Nastaja moved to fasten the second clamp.

It was only a matter of time. Her mind would be drawn inevitably back to reality by her own body.

There was no longer room to run.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Celeste had thought she had done a damned good job of retreating into her own body. Even when she heard him tell her to continue, she didn't quite think that he had it all thought through for some reason, which was obviously an underestimation of how much he actually did know her.

When Kira lowered herself she still did well to remain still. She found no need to force her legs shut. It would take too much concentration when she needed the concentration only to remain calm..and away from all of this. Adding something else was just a waste of energy.

She heard him. Of course she heard his voice, and while she heard something of counterpoint she still hung slack, despite the growing ache in her arms.

Despite the shudder and a quiet groan, she still did nothing to attempt to move away.

It wasn't until Kira's insistent tongue and the second clamp came into play did she actually flinch in response, lips parting as she clenched her teeth.

Frustration was eating at her, completely ruining any serenity and escapism that she had just previously managed to accomplish. The sound that escaped her lips emanated from the back of her throat. A growl that she wasn't even sure at first if it had come from her own lips. The threat behind it was something she didn't quiet understand, her body trying to submit while her mind somehow was managing to remain strong in the sense that she had her wits about her.

Yet the growl didn't seem to be for the two mates by her. It was intended for Michael.

It didn't even seem to stop there. Her back arched perhaps in an attempt to get rid of some of the ache in her joints, her breathing increasing steadily, each slight movement causing the weights on the clamps to pull enough to make her groan or even whimper.

While she thought that she needed to be punished to fix herself, to make herself feel as though losing the child had not been her fault as he had said before..this was not him personally punishing her. This was him using his other mates to do the job for him. And the way she was reacting in return would probably mean that she would not be forgiving him..nor opening up any time soon.

 

[dryfter]

So she was angry was she?

In truth, he wasn't really surprised. Indeed, Michael had actually anticipated such a reaction, he was simply surprised it hadn't come sooner than this. He had forced her back into reality, made her deal with what he was doing to her, what even now Kira was doing to her. The fact that it was his mates doing most of the work had to be especially humiliating considering her previous isolationism.

As he watched, Kira worked the tight little body of Celeste hard, doing everything she could think of to enflame the little vixen's body despite what she might have wanted. Turning her head every so often, the blonde tomboy nipped the tender flesh of the inner things, returning to tease just the edges of the moist and tender folds she had been presented. When the cheetah's next real kiss to Celeste's nethercleft approached, it was deep and claiming.....Kira's tongue driving deeply inside the captured fox to wriggle fiercely within her slick tunnel.

Slowly, Michael circled the two of them, delighting inwardly at the mixture of emotions that flickered across the ex-hunter's face. All the signs of arousal were there.....he had no doubt that her body would break eventually, and perhaps her mind with it.

But that wasn't his purpose. With her mind shattered, Celeste would be nothing but a broken toy, barely worth keeping alive.....and even then, certainly not worth anything more than an occasional fuck.

Yet he wasn't about to brook her continued defiance either. As her lips drew back into another snarl, a comical thing after the rather sexy little moan that had escaped her just a split moment before......the hard surface of one calloused hand came down upon her bare ass. Michael couldn't help but smile as the grating sound was cut short out of surprise.

"Now, now.....a good pet should never show agression towards their master. You seem quite stubborn, Celeste. Perhaps you're in need of more punishment?"

He didn't wait for an answer, instead taking a stroll to their left to admire all his many tools and toys as the many eyes in the room followed. With a smirk, he selected a long purple length of hardened latex. In amusement, he flicked the switch at its base.....making the knobby surfaced phallic device vibrate with a healthy hum.

He could see her tensing....though whether it was from his approach, or Kira's expert ministrations he couldn't tell. Perhaps both? No matter.

He was careful not to disturb his mate, the cheetah at his feet obviously enjoying herself immensely, humming softly as she shook her head, dragging her tongue frantically across Celeste's little hooded nub. Emerald eyes widened as she caught sight of the vibrator for the first time....moving almost instantly to pull away.

"Continue, Kira."

Pausing only long enough for their eyes to meet, the simple exchange reassured the bisexual quickly enough that she was back to work almost as quickly as she had stopped. With a deliberately gentle motion, the lord of the manor pressed the gently humming "cockhead" to the beleagured Celeste's puckered anus.

If there were any protest, any pleading at this point, perhaps he would have entertained it.......if she hadn't presented him with constant defiance. He would sculpt her into what he needed her to be.....if it was the last thing he did.

He watched her every reaction as the vibrator sank into her body.....inch by agonizing inch. At least he wasn't being cruel.....he was letting her adjust to its foreign intrusion.

"How does that feel, Celeste? You can tell us if you'd like."

Irregardless of her answer, the dildo pressed deeper.....a full four inches buried inside of the trembling werefox.....and still had the other half to go if he desired.

And yet....he wasn't done.

The next stage of her punishment was at hand....though he doubted she'd even realize what it was until......

Kira cried out.....her voice muffled.....its vibrations shivering into Celeste's tender pussy. If there was any question as to what had happened.....Michael was sure the clever little fox would figure it out on his next stroke......its brutality pressing the lithe little Kira even harder into the chained werefox. It didn't take much to create a rhythm that soon had the blonde bitch beneath him gasping and panting every bit as much as the sexual creature she tended to......

 

[TieMeTightly]

Celeste was struggling to keep her calm and it was quickly fading with each movement that Kira managed to make, drawing pathetic sounds from the ex-hunter's lips. She couldn't stand him right now...even as he moved around her she could tell..she could feel him around her - just seeming to wait for her to give in.

Even when she felt his hand on her ass and the sound that had been emitted from the back of her throat was cut rather quickly to a near yelp she couldn't help but think of what the look on his face was like...what he was thinking through the entire thing.

She was nearly certain that he was thrilled with himself at the moment. Off again he went on what a good pet should be and she was so quickly regretting her words and the 'need' for punishment.

It wasn't until her ears picked up the hum that she began to wriggle again, muttering nothing short of curses under her breath.

When he finally spoke again, to tell Kira to continue - was the first time that she felt her stomach sink.

Another snarl, and an immediate tensing, every muscle beneath her skin rippling as she grew incredibly tense as he so easily pressed the vibrator slowly into her still quite virgin ass.

He was being slow and she wasn't certain how long it was going to last now, or how much she could force herself to take. She still wasn't giving in - even with the vibrations and horrible stretching she could so simply feel in her tight ass, something that she had been quite proud to say had not been touched, save the not so gentle..preparation from Michael - and now here she was with an obvious impossibility to move from the intrusion.

Her entire body was trembling, lips parting as she struggled to keep some sort of focus and comprehension of what was going on. It wasn't until she felt the cheetah jerk after each thrust did she fully understand what he was doing, and she couldn't help but clench her teeth in an attempt to stay as silent as possible.

Still, the vibrations in her asshole accompanied by Kira...the weights..the blindfold. She wanted to kill him. She was wet and desperate and needy and yet all that she wanted to do at the moment was bite him..even though he was forcing her body to want more..to ache for it.

 

[dryfter]

Michael was thoroughly enjoying the torment he was bringing to Celeste. It had to be hell....knowing that another woman was doing this to her and that try as she might....she was starting to like it.

And yet while Kira was certainly skilled at what she was doing, she was finding increasingly difficult to focus on the moist cunt so tantalizingly at hand, while her master drove his full length into her time and time again. Yet to lose focus was to fail him.....

Kira stepped up her attentions to the next level, not wishing to disappoint.....not so soon after her last failure. Reaching up, the blonde reached for the end of the vibrator, gently beginning to work it in and out of Celeste's tight ass while going to town on her dripping fuckhole with a series of long deliberate licks that only seemed to enhance the vibration each time Michael's turgid thrusts forced another moan from between her dripping lips.

Through it all, Michael kept close watch over her body language. The bushiness of Celeste's tail, the taut arch of her back, and the rippling of supple muscle beneath a thin layer of flesh.......

She was angry, and probably rightfully so. But that too would pass......

Even Siobhan didn't dare near her any more than what she had. The catgirl's tentative shyness spoke volumes of how Celeste must look from a frontal view.
And all that while blindfolded too......impressive.

Yet it wouldn't be long before the height of her anger would begin its downward spiral. Michael watched carefully for the first of those taut muscles to tremble......she was being taken......and the man she had thought to keep to herself was taking another while it happened.

She was being shown her place.

With a loud grunt, Michael let himself go.....a muffled shriek from the blond beneath him testament to her feeling his thick seed flooding her lithe form, the very act sending poor Kira over the edge as well.....burying her face even deeper into Celeste as she struggled to keep from screaming outright....

 

[TieMeTightly]

To say that it drove her to the edge was an understatement. Every movement of Kira's and Michaels could be felt and she wasn't sure how much she could take, of course that did not mean that after the fact she would suddenly no longer be upset with him. Celeste had a certain feeling that Michael did not quite know what he was dealing with, whether or not he was 'putting her in her place'.

Though she also had not expected the added stimulation. As Kira began to move the vibrator in and out of her tight asshole, the moan that she managed between gasps was desperate.

Sweat glazed her slender figure, and the trembling came sooner than expected. Kira's ministrations was already bringing her closer and each time she tried harder Celeste found it more difficult to stay on guard.

It was literally only moments after Michael came that Celeste did as well, her entire slender frame desperate against the restraints as her back arched even more, thighs trembling as the desperation that had flooded her body finally overtook her mind.

Even so - even after the drawn out orgasm she was left gasping, struggling to calm her racing heartbeat - struggling to come back to a normal level. She couldn't help but go nearly slack against the restraints, her head lolling forward somewhat as she breathed heavily through parted lips a healthy flush of colour on her cheeks.

And yet still she could see nothing. Still she was left even with all of the attention at feeling helplessly alone. Michael was doing this to punish her and while she was upset with him for going to such an extreme..she felt that the attention was given simply because it was his whim.

She couldn't concentrate, her mind desperately searching for something stable and failing miserably so instead she remained slack against the restraints despite the definite ache that it caused in her joints, despite the groan that escaped her lips due to the ache that started out dull but almost immediately became more intense when she couldn't bring herself to relieve the pressure on her arms.

 

[dryfter]

Kira whimpered softly, struggling to move away quick enough to accommodate him, her sex weeping a thin strand of his seed....

If Celeste had thought that he was done with her, she was in for quite a shock. Michael wasn't completely heartless though......he at least gave fair warning.....

Reaching around her chained form, the master of the manor gave one of the weights already affixed to a sore and straining nipple a gentle downward tug, at almost the same time as his slightly spent cock bumped suggestively against the sexy little vixen's rear.

"Were you disappointed it wasn't me, Celeste? Were you......jealous?"

While there might have been just a little tone of teasing in his voice, it was far from malicious. A soft and unseen smile delicately painted across his face, his hands retreated from tormenting her....choosing inside to slide with sudden gentleness down both sides, across the gentle swell of her hips, and over the slightly furred flanks that preceded her long and bushy tail.....

Reaching between them, he could feel her tense, hear her breath catch slightly.....as he gently ran himself up and down the length of her dripping slit.....the slick friction alone gently stirring the strength in his loins once more. Each teasing trail across her cunt lips bringing her a heightened sensation of the hardening at her body's enterance.....

"Naughty little fox bitch......you enjoyed it didn't you? We all heard you......and Kira seems quite pleased. Perhaps its time to remind her that you're mine and not hers?"

Michael eased forward just a little, the first inch of his massive cock parting her gates easily before retreating just as quickly. A moment later, and the action was repeated.....just deep enough to do his best to spark further renewal within her as well.

"Well....what do you think? Are you mine? Or should I give you to Kira?"

 

[TieMeTightly]

Celeste seemed to be perfectly content with passing out where she was - her breathing uneven, sweat glazing her body. It wasn't until she felt the tug on the weight, drawing a desperate groan from her lips that she realized he still wasn't finished.

The thought was almost terrifying. She was obviously exhausted, every single joint aching from the position that she was in. She couldn't concentrate, and the fact that he was behind her...that she could feel his slick cock against her ass did enough to make her whimper in response.

The words...they seemed to be an afterthought. Jealousy hadn't even gone through her mind. Her mind had been working hard to fight him, and now at the moment it was useless to her. Mush in her head.

Instinct took over as his fingers found her cunt, She managed a weak gasp - enough to catch his attention - though the next words - and feeling him harden against her were somewhat frightening..the way he spoke to her - truly ignoring the fact that she had a name for a moment, making her more of an object again.

She feared that he would so easily treat her like this all of the time now, taking her down here to play with - making her brain useless against his actions - her own body betraying her even now as he was behind her, even as she knew everyone was still in the room watching..waiting to see what was to happen next.

She winced actually as he pressed his cock into her cunt. It had been a good bit of time, and she was somewhat frightened of the consequences of these actions - obviously frightened at the prospect to be with child again - almost not even wanting him near her.

Though when it was gone she immediately felt a loss, a desperate whimper escaping her lips - and she attempted to move toward him - the restraints allowing nothing.

It wasn't until he questioned her...offering her to Kira did her entire body seem to tense. Would he give her to another mate to be her what? Her plaything? She groaned, shaking her head desperately. "Y..yours, Master.."

 

[dryfter]

"Y..yours, Master.."

Michael smiled softly, not missing for an instant, the fact that she had chosen to use his title once more. Reaching down just as he retreated from her once more, he delighted in the sight of her petite ass wiggling as she struggled to move herself backward and onto his cock once more.

"That's right, Celeste. You're mine....and you always will be."

Lifting up, he dragged his cock harshly over her weeping cunt, hearing her gasp slightly as he continued to tease.

"I'm glad you're finally beginning to see that. I can see now that this has perhaps been all my fault.....that I've not been training you properly. Perhaps I've given you just a little too much free reign in my household."

Sliding forward, Michael gritted his teeth at the feeling of her clenching around him.....his penetration of her tight little body fully anticipated, she didn't disappoint in the least.

"I've got a whole year before I can breed you again, my little pet. A whole year to train you.....teach you who and what I need you to be."

He felt her shudder as his hips met her ass for the first time, his length finally fully buried within her moist and clutching sex. And yet, rather than pull away for another satisfying thrust.....Michael held himself there.......and her unmoving with him.

"Why don't you tell me what you think you are? Why should I keep you rather than give you to one of my more obedient mates?"

 

[TieMeTightly]

She so wished that she could see - could just be given that allowance but still she was blind with the cloth over her eyes, missing every smile that graced his lips and merely hearing words that were, to her ears, less than pleasant. He surely did it on purpose, to make her believe of a harsher master, each soft smile gone missing from her eyes, though she still knew that the others were there, Kira probably itching for a chance to call Celeste hers. The thought made her whimper.

And of course it did not help that he felt the need to tease her so - each movement drawing a groan from her lips and a weak struggle against the restraints. Her joints were aching, her entire body practically begging for rest.

As he pressed into her she inhaled sharply, her tight cunt clenching tightly around his cock, almost as though it was refusing to let go once he pressed into her.

The thought of an entire year without child was something that was thrilling as well as frightening for she knew that when the time came he would be trying and probably succeeding to breed her - to put her through the same things that she had dealt with previously.

As he stayed still, refusing to move or pull from her - refusing the friction that she craved she groaned in response, attempting to wiggle on his cock, to do something to satisfy her need.

"I...I'm your..mate.." The words still seemed difficult for her, even the title of Master did not come easily from her trembling lips. She was terrified that he would just throw her to the dogs so to speak, and again she slumped in the restraints, even with him inside of her for a moment she seemed to resign herself to the hold of the bindings, her aching muscles needing rest.

"...If you gave me away I...I don't think I'd survive it.." The words were quiet though they each sounded terrifyingly true.

 

[dryfter]

"I...I'm your...mate..."

His smile widened, his wicked gaze holding perhaps the smallest amount of pity for the poor creature struggling so.....and all to impale herself even further on his turgid fuckpole.

"That certainly didn't sound very convincing."

"...If you gave me away, I...I don't think I'd survive it..."

That brought a chuckle to her ears, and the sweet reward of a single tentative lunge from his hips as he gave her just a taste of what she wanted.

"Come now....is Kira really that bad? Or are you scared you might end up enjoying the taste of her pussy perhaps? I think you underestimate just how much she likes you."

He knew that wasn't what she meant, that Celeste was referring to the bond that he had placed on her the moment his fangs had found her flesh and his seed her womb. She was his.....and would be until the day he died.

"You've been a naughty mate, Celeste. You beg for my punishment, and then you get angry with me when I heed your request. You act like you want to keep me at a distance, but look at you now.....almost begging for my cock. Only when threatened by my hand do you call me Master. Must I keep you chained like a dirty little bitch for you to remember who made you what you are now?"

Gentle hands reached around her once more.....squeezing the releases of the clamps on her nipples, feeling her whole body tremble as the constant ache went away only to be replaced by the gentle chill of the basement air.

"Leave us."

Michael watched as they scurried away, their myriad of scents dissipating as their mixed levels of arousal drew further and further away. Even Siobhan was wise enough to take heed rather than attempt to avoid notice as she had earlier.....the white haired teen scampering only slightly slower up the basement stairs, and only because she was on hands and knees.

"So you don't want to be Kira's pet? How about Nastaja's? Or perhaps Siobhan's? The two of you seem to have become quite close. Oh...I know....perhaps its Lord Vargas you hunger for?"

Michael watched her squirm beneath him as he slowly fed her his full length again, delighting in the way she struggled against her bonds in an attempt to suck him in even deeper. With the amount of cum he'd just spent inside Kira, it would be a while before he was going to be coaxed into giving more.....and he couldn't be happier.

"You want to be my pet now, sure.....but what about when I let you go? When these chains fall away? How long will it take for the lovely little slut you are now to turn back into the defiant little Celeste that I brought down here?"