Shifter Rape: Second Victim - 05

Vixen

My heart wasn’t beating. A vice crushed my chest. All I could see was the two of them having sex. Her eyes were closed, but he stared at me with a self-satisfied smirk. I was dying, and he just smirked down at me. Just when I thought I would die, he winked, and my heart started beating again.

Just like that.

Climbing back to my feet, I hesitantly walked back inside. They just kept fucking, as though this was a porno set. I stared at my feet, not looking anywhere near them. Mentally, I willed them to stop. Please stop.

“Master,” said the woman, “has a job offer for you.”

Master? What kind of kinky relationship did they have? I waited for her to continue. Anything but this silence. She let out a moan of pleasure. Silence had not been so bad after all. I snapped; my fear suddenly overwhelmed with rage.

“Stop… playing with your boyfriend and talk to me.”

The woman started sobbing, and I couldn’t help looking at her. The expression on her face hit me with an almost physical impact. She looked devastated. As though her soul had been shattered. I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

“Doll is so very sorry, but her owner ordered Doll—”

Horrified realization struck. I shivered as my stomach dropped with icy dread. “He’s raping you!” I exclaimed. I did the only thing I could. I dig out my phone. He’s much taller than he seemed when he was behind his desk. I truly hated my ‘cute height.’ Four-foot-ten. The thought of me successfully stopping him by attacking was lunacy. The police wouldn’t have that problem.

“Stop!” she shouted, suddenly panicked. “The police can’t help us. No one can.”

Frozen in place, phone halfway up, I stared at her.

“If you do not accept the… Master’s job offer, you will die. Doll is so deeply sorry. It’s as horrible as Doll’s job.”

Michael roughly grabbed the woman by the back of her neck, and slammed the poor woman’s face into the desk with a solid thump. I cried out, hands coming up to cover my mouth in horror. She didn’t try to fight. When he released her, she looked at me with hopeless eyes.

“Doll is honored that Doll’s owner offered Doll a job. Doll is delighted to have been given a chance to eagerly fulfil her duties. Master has generously honored you with a similar job offer.”

Moving on its own, my mouth asked, “What job do you have?”

“D-doll is her owners living s-sex doll,” she took a deep breath. “And Doll is her owner’s ur-urinal.”

“My job?” my mouth asked, still moving on its own.

I tried to ignore the horror crawling up my spine.

She flushed and opened a folder on the desk next to her. She started to hand it to me when he slapped her on the ass. The sharp crack echoed loudly in the small room, nearly covering her gasp of pain. She looked back over her shoulder, and he shook his head. She turned back to me, face blank.

“Doll’s owner offers you the position of K-kitsune cumaholic a-anal slut. In compensation for each day of service, your heart will continue to beat for twenty-four hours.”

Mouth dry, I said the only thing that occurred to me. “What is a kitsune?”

“I— Doll believes a Kitsune is a foxgirl, but Doll does not know for sure.”

‘Doll,’ as she keeps calling herself, choked back a sob. Her ‘Owner’ increased his speed. Doll gasped, her cheeks flushed bright red. She moaned quietly, covering her face in shame. If it wasn’t for the look I remembered seeing in her eyes, I would have swore she was enjoying herself.

“You must address him as Master. Your Master has given you a new name. Vixen.”

My back hit the wall. When had I started backing up? I couldn’t help but look at the door. Freedom. But how had he controlled my heart? It was impossible. Right?

“How can he control my heart like that? Changing my heart rate?” I tried to ignore what he was doing to her. Threatening to do to me. “How can he make my heart stop beating?”

“I do not know, but Doll’s OWNER,” she screamed the last word as he slammed into her so hard the heavy wooden desk scraped several inches across the floor. She pushed herself back up shakily. “Doll’s owner doesn’t make idle threats. Doll’s owner said that you will sign, or you will die.”

Michael curled his arm around her neck, pulling her back against him and whispered something into her ear. Doll nodded her head, eyes rolling back in her head. He ground against her, for a long moment, then jerked back. He thrust forward, and she cried out in pain.

“Owner,” Doll practically shouted, “says that you have until he cums. You need to sign and kneel openmouthed at his feet. Before he cums. Oh god!” she collapsed against the desk, “Hurry! If you want to live, you only have a few moments.”

Hardly believing what was happening, I hurried over to his desk. I accepted a pen from the woman who appeared to be on the verge of an orgasm. Or in agony. I wasn’t sure which. The job offer was exactly what she described—or at least the title was—I didn’t take the time to read anything else.

I signed my name.

The woman clung to the desk, her knuckles white, and gasped out, “Quick! Kneel at his feet and open your mouth. You’ll die if you don’t!”

Hesitantly, I knelt. The day had seemed entirely normal just a few hours ago. Has it really been such a short amount of time? Opening my mouth, I waited. Cumaholic, she had said. I suppose I know where he’s going to cum.

My mouth.

To my surprise, he ignored me. A few seconds later, he growled. Nearly roaring like a lion. Relief flooded me. He didn’t cum in my mouth.

I would have let him; death was the end. I couldn’t let my life end now, no matter the cost. Any life was better than non-existence.

He moved, his hand reached into a desk drawer, and picked up a coin.

“Don’t move, Vixen,” he commanded.

Michael placed the coin in the center of my tongue. Was I expected to swallow it? It seemed too big for that. A lance of pain pierced my tongue. The coin in my mouth sizzled, and I couldn’t help flinching away.

Spitting out the coin, I snarled.

“What the fuck was that?”

He laughed. I opened my mouth to yell at him. But I remembered my heart stopping at his command. Twice. I took in a shuddering breath and didn’t say a word. For the first time, I truly wanted to hurt someone. His hand went back into the drawer and came out with a small handful of coins.

Before I could react, he grabbed my hair, and forced me onto my back. One hand jerked down my slacks, ignoring my outraged screams. He didn’t care. Several coins were placed just above the patch of red hair between my legs. Cold steel coins suddenly heated, and a spike of pain lanced from each coin deep into my flesh. He flipped me over and pinned me face down on his desk. Right next to her.

I stared into the sad, watering eyes of Doll, silently wondering what her real name was. I wanted to hate her for whatever part she had played, but rationality and reason stopped me cold. With absolute certainty, I knew that she wasn’t at fault. If it had been her choice, I wouldn’t be here.

We wouldn’t be here.

His hand rested on my back, caressing the bare skin exposed by the hospital gown. His fingers hook into the back of my panties and jerked them down to my knees. His anal slut! My sudden recollection of the ‘position’ I had accepted changed everything.

Screeching in outrage, I lashed out with the only weapon I had. My tongue. “Small cocked bastard! Can’t get it up with willing women, so you force yourself on them instead? Dickless wond—”

Doll’s hand clasped over my mouth cutting off my rant mid-word. She frantically shook her head, her silky brown hair rippling with the movement. Wide, terrified eye, more telling than her hand, silenced me.

His voice was menacing, “Vixen. My pet. Before long, I will show you how ‘small’ I am. For right now, it’s time to turn you into my Kitsune.”

Cool coins rested on my back for a moment, then agony blossomed. Not the short stabs of pain that had happened before. This time it seemed to last for eternity. Even though nothing was touching them, my ears felt like they were being ripped off. The small of my back, or something a bit lower, blazed as though I were on fire. I screamed, this time in pain. When I ran out of breath, my body snatched a lungful of air and cried out again.

After an eternity, the pain ebbed away. Three beating hearts. Two racing, mine and hers. His deeper heartbeat was slow and steady. What was I hearing? I flicked my ears. Rotating them towards the creature pinning me to the table. He smelled wrong. Not a human. Like a predator. A tiger? A lion? Somehow his scent reminded me of them. A contented sigh came from between his lips as he ran his fingers through one of my fur-covered tails. As though he… My ears rotated? How could I hear all our hearts beat? Tails?! How? What— Why the fuck do I have…

Timidly, my hand traced up the side of my head. Trembling fearfully, I whimpered when I didn’t encounter my ear where it should have been. Hesitantly, I reached further up. Triangular fur-covered ears. I could feel fingers run through the fur on ears that couldn’t exist. I pulled at what shouldn’t exist, and it hurt. My ears twitched, pulling free of my shocked fingers.

Impossible.

They were real! They couldn’t exist, yet they did. My tails tried to tuck between my legs. Tails? I twisted against the hand pinning me against the table and found myself staring at another impossibility. Several tails. Red and white fur like a fox. The same shade of red as my hair. Three of them.

“H-how?”

A deep rumbling laugh.

“Because I decided to turn you into my pet Kitsune. My foxy cumaholic anal slut. Speaking of cum, can you smell it leaking out of my sex doll? Even though your nose looks human, your sense of smell should be excellent. As acute as your hearing.”

“Y-yes.”

Cum. I’d never seen cum, much less smelled lt. Not in person. Only on porn videos watched behind locked doors. How did I know what his cum smelled like? Since when do emotions have scents? Doll’s self-loathing, lust, and fear. My fear. His anticipation and lust. They all mixed into an aroma so thick it was hard to breathe. Above all of that came the honey-sweet scent of his cum. I could almost follow the trail I knew it made dripping slowly down the inside of Doll’s leg.

“Lick up all my cum. If so much as a single drop hits the floor, I’ll punish you. Harshly.”

He released me and settled into his rolling desk chair. Right next to Doll. So close that I would be forced to touch him in order to…. I tried not to think about it. Just closed my eyes and laid there.

“Vixen,” it was Doll’s voice that made me open my eyes again. “Please don’t anger your Master. Please. Doll’s owner will punish you, and Doll does not want to hear your screams. Please.”

Her eyes made the decision easy. What had he done to make her call him Owner and Master? Call herself Doll? He had raped her right in front of me, and she hadn’t resisted. I glanced behind me, trying to ignore my new fox tails.

He grinned like the Cheshire cat.

Doing my best to ignore his expression, I slid off the desk. I cannot pull my slacks back up. I don’t dare. Tears blur my eyes. My fucking tails are in the way. All three of them. Turning away from his grinning face, I tried to hide my eyes. Foolish. I know it is. Especially since my head is just a few feet from her bare ass. Bare legs. Thick white fluid dripped slowly down her inner thigh. Like honey made from snow.

Cum smelt surprisingly delicious.

As I forced myself to lean close to her pale ankle, he shifted forward. So close that his breath moves my hair. Some of his cum had nearly reached her foot. I…. I didn’t have much time. Not if I was going to… lick it up before it reached the floor.

Her ankle was so low that I was forced to kneel to reach it with my tongue. My… impossibly long tongue. Like a dog’s tongue. No, of course, it wasn’t like a dog. The tongue of a fox. Unable to put it off any longer, I licked up the side of her ankle.

Heart pounding, I hesitated, his cum thick in my mouth. Honey-flavored syrup soothing my tongues lingering pain. Why the hell is spitting or swallowing cum a meme? It’s salty-sweet. Like pretzels and chocolate. Only more so. Delicious. He said he would punish me if even a drop reached the floor. So, I couldn’t miss a drop.

Right?

I lapped at her ankle, then worked my way slowly up the inside of Doll’s leg. I didn’t leave a trace behind. Past her knee. Reveling in the salty-sweet taste. Up her inner thigh. Hesitating at her entrance, I sniffed deeply, snuffling at her crotch. A treasure trove inside her. Not a drop. That was the rule. I cannot let a drop reach the floor….

Right?

What if some dropped straight down, missing her leg? Doll begged me not to anger our Master. She wouldn’t want me to take the chance. Right? I froze, tongue almost touching her pussy, horrified at the sudden realization of what I had been about to do. I almost…. penetrated her with my tongue. What kind of monster would do that without permission? It was far worse than that, she had just been raped, and I almost—

No, I stopped.

That’s what mattered. I stopped. Even though I still wanted to lick up every trace. It smelled like more of his cum was inside her than had been dripping down her leg. His cum. Her rapist’s cum. And I had been more than willing.

Disgusted at myself, I started crying again. Stopping it from dripping had only been an excuse. I knew it was only an excuse.

“Doll, my eager Vixen almost sucked my cum out of your pussy all on her own,” said the rapist. “She seems to love the taste. Rollover Doll. On your back.”

My ear made a convenient, if painful, handle for him as he pulled me back to my feet, whilst Doll rolled over. Doll’s suddenly exposed skin was pale. I gasped at the raised welts and ugly red bruises already forming. For a long moment I stared, horror and rage rushing through me. He caused every mark. Her breasts were polka-dotted with many shades of red and blue. Dozens of oblong marks caused by his fingertips digging into her body. How hard had he squeezed for bruises to form so quickly?

Each mark told a story. I hadn’t been here for most of them, but none of them were old. No deep indigo. No mottled green. Not a single fading bruise. They all looked fresh. She must be a new victim. Like me. I dashed tears from my eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

He’d surely enjoy them.

My eyes reached her bare privates, and I couldn’t look away. They were raw and inflamed, as though someone had scraped and gouged at them, with sharp fingernails. That heavenly scent.  I breathed in deeply through my nose. Cum filled her, warm and delicious.

Mixed with her wet arousal.

Doll barely flinched when Michael dug his fingers inside her. Just a quiet hiss of pain. His fingers came out wet. The enticing fragrance of his sweet cum was nearly overwhelming. I licked my lips, eyes focused on his fingers. Such a delicious aroma. I wanted to taste him again. Leaning towards his hand, I opened my mouth.

Michael chuckled.

I flushed with shame, realizing that, not only had I been about to suck on his fingers, but I was also whining. Like a dog begging for scraps.

“Ah ah ah, my pet. Not until you say the magic word.”

“Please,” I said. Without hesitation. The scent was almost thick enough to taste.

“Please what?” he asked.

Now I hesitated. Forced to confront what I wanted. Horror and shame raced through me. But I couldn’t seem to help myself.

“Please, may I lick your fingers.”

“No, my pet. Not good enough. Beg to lick your master’s cum from his fingers.”

Silently, I stared at the desktop. Never, I swore to myself, would I do such a thing. Licking poor Doll’s thigh clean had been horrible. Or so I tried to make myself believe. I wasn’t a lesbian! I didn't like girls? Never. Just because I loved the beauty of the female figure... It didn’t mean anything. Nor did how much I secretly enjoyed my yoga class. I was careful not to let my eyes linger. I was not attracted to women! I never watched lesbian porn, just videos of men having sex.

With beautiful nude women.

Doll met my eyes and gave me an encouraging nod. Why is she encouraging me to beg?  My shoulders shook as I cried. The worst part was that I wanted to do it. If he hadn’t just raped her and forced me to… do that... My tongue would be eagerly exploring her right now.

“Vixen,” says the woman called Doll, “please don’t anger your Master.”

After a few more seconds of hesitation, I shook my head in refusal. Let him punish me. How bad could it be? Michaels's hand shifted over the floor, and we all watched as a drop formed. Doll pleaded for me to just say it, but I ignored her. Even when her voice turned frantic. Even when it dripped from his finger.

A drop of his cum hit the floor.

Glaring defiantly, I met his eyes.

He moved so fast I didn’t see what hit me. Just a sharp crack that knocked me off the desk.  Onto the floor. My head spun, ears ringing. He was just there. Instantly. I screamed as he grabbed me by all three tails and spun me above his head. It felt like they were being pulled out by their roots. He released, and I crashed into the wall. Scrambling away, I tried to escape his grasping hands, mouth already moving.

Belatedly, I begged. “Please, Master, please allow me to lick Master’s cum from his fingers!”

He stomped my way, “Too little too late.” Tawny fur sprouted as he suddenly grew at least a foot in height, turning into a monster. Half-human, half-animal. Books and movies told me what he was.

“Werewolf!” I screamed, scuttling backward.

“Weretiger,” he corrected me, his voice a rumbling growl. Weretiger? What is that? A werewolf, only based on a tiger instead of a wolf? He stalked closer. Casually. As though he had all the time in the world.

Tripped by my own falling panties, I stumbled.

Thick fur covered fingers wrapped around my neck, coiling tight. I struggled, unable to breathe. Unable to speak. Panicked fingers clawed uselessly at his. His hot breath blew against my cheek as he said.

“Apparently,” he said, “I was wrong about you. I thought you would be willing to do anything to survive. All I required was for you to enthusiastically embrace your new job. You didn’t. So, you will die.”

He meant it. His grip tightened, and I knew I was about to die.

“Please, Master” begged Doll. “Please. Could I have a few minutes to convince her.”

A spark of hope rose, and I silently blessed Doll.

“No,” he said emphatically, killing my last desperate hope.

He lifted up one massive clawed, hand. I looked away so I wouldn’t see the killing blow coming. For a long moment, silence reigned.

But... nothing happened.

Slowly, I looked up. He gazed at my crotch. Slowly his raised claws reached down. I tried not to react as he grabbed a handful of my pubic hair and pulled painfully.

Merciless eyes met mine.

“I’m going to rape you first.”

A chance! What did he say was required? Enthusiastically embracing my new job? If proved I would do what he wanted, surely, he would keep me alive. Wouldn’t he?

Carrying me by my neck, Michael returned us to his desk. As though I was a limp rag. As though I had assumed her role as doll. I couldn’t even beg. His iron grip clamped around my throat was unbreakable, and I couldn’t force words through his chokehold. Death awaited. The hand around my neck released, gripping me by the skull instead. I sucked in a breath of air. To plead. To beg. Before I could make a sound, he shoved me face-first into her crotch. Burying my nose and mouth in her wet sex.

Stealing my voice before I could beg. Eyes wet with tears; I knew one thing above everything else. I wanted to live. Whatever the cost. ‘I’ll do anything you command,’ I wanted to beg. But he had taken my voice away.

Michael ripped off my panties the rest of the way off. Rape. He was going to rape me. Since I couldn’t use words, all I could use were my actions. I stopped my useless struggles. When he moved behind me, I spread my legs wide. Enthusiastically embracing my new job. My forlorn hope.

His member pressed lightly along the crease of my ass. Anal sex, I suddenly realized. Trying not to think about what I was doing, I spread my butt cheeks for him. Better this than death. Anything was better than death. As sparks filled my vision, I realized just how thick his member was.

As my world started to dim, Michael pulled my head up, and I gasped. He shoved me back down. Face-first into her pussy. His impossibly thick member pressed against my asshole. Forced its way inside. Ripping me apart.

I am powerless.

He just kept pushing his way deeper into my pain-wracked body.

Praying that he would interpret my actions as live-saving enthusiasm, my fingers held my ass cheeks wide apart. Even as my body screamed for me to fight. The sensation changed. Not just agonizing pressure, but also scraping. Overwhelming pain. I couldn’t just lay there, not in this agony, so I gripped my own flesh with all my strength. My fingernails sliced into the flesh of my asscheek. I didn’t dare let go. I had to hold myself spread open for him.

I welcomed his cock in the only way I could. Embraced the suffering. My torture. I held myself open, even as I screamed the last of my breath into Doll's pussy. It was the only way to prove I would do whatever it took to survive. Please, I silently begged. I’ll do anything. Please, don’t kill me.

As my vision dimmed again, he suddenly pulled me up. Just enough for two desperate lungful’s of air. Then my face was buried in her pussy again. Without the ability to beg. God, how I wanted to beg. For a moment, I considered biting. Would she pull away so I could take another breath if I started biting?

He demanded eagerness.

Biting her would inevitably prove fatal. It wasn’t her fault anyway. How could I demonstrate my eagerness? What more could I do? He wrenched himself part way out, and I screamed my agony into Doll’s cunt. How the fuck did pulling out hurt more than going in? In one swift, but irresistible, movement, he thrust himself back inside. I had no breath left to scream. My lungs begged for even the smallest whiff of air. Once again, the hand gripping my ear lifted me up for another breath. Before I could speak, my face was buried between her legs again.

Was he wearing some strange BDSM torture device on his cock?

“Doll,” Michael said, as he continued raping my asshole. “I don’t think she likes my penis spines.”

Penis spines? I couldn’t speak, and I didn’t want to know anyway. It was a terrifying mental image. Is that because he’s a weretiger? I wanted to believe it was impossible. Everything that seemed impossible this morning was now the horrifying reality. The reality I was forced to endure. He wasn’t wearing a torture device. This was just him. Fucking penis spines. A chill rolled down my back. Every time he fucks me, this is what it will be like.

Every single time.

Better than death, I reminded myself forcefully. Better than non-existence. I endured as he hammered into me. His thrusts inside, as unbearable as they were, couldn’t come close to the excruciating agony of his spurs when he ripped himself free. When my vision started to fade, he would allow me two breaths. No more. No less. Then he ground my face into her soaked cunt.

A rhythm to my rape. Spike of pain when he thrust in. Agony when he pulled himself free. In and out until my vision began to fade. Two ragged breaths and the cycle started over. Each time, the thrusts were a little rougher. A little faster. Each cycle, he penetrated me a few more times before my vision began to fade.

Then it happened.

My vision began to fade, and he only thrust harder. No blessed air. Nothing. Not a word from him. I am going to die. Disappear forever. I sobbed silently. Distantly wondering if you could even call it sobbing when no sound escaped.

Darkness.

Emptiness.

Nothing came for me.

Because I refused to beg.

Shivering, I woke.

I woke!

I was alive!

Sobbing with relief, I opened my eyes. Slit eyes gazed fixedly at me. Cat eyes. Golden and beautiful. Utterly evil. Evil; not a word I use lightly. A raping bastard who deserved to die horribly. Not that it matters now. Survival. It’s all I have. Swallowing back my rage, I opened my mouth and used words to say what he had not allowed me to say while he raped me.

“Master, would you like to fuck your,” I hesitated for a second, frantically remembering precisely what I had signed up to become, “Kitsune Cumaholic Anal Slut?” I asked, carefully emphasizing each word. While I spoke, I tried not to think about how much it hurt when the bastard raped me anally. But if survival required it, I would do so every day.

Slut.

Doesn’t that imply that I should be eager for sex? Pasting the best smile I could manage on my face, I continued. “I would love to service you in any way you desire. Would you like your Vixen to beg? Grovel for permission to lick her master’s cum from his fingers? Should Vixen beg for you to fuck my ass again? Whatever you desire, your Vixen will eagerly provide.”

Still laying across his desk on her back, Doll stared at me. She nodded slightly, a tiny smile on her lips. Her sorrow was almost tangible, but so was a sense of companionship. She had watched him rape me, just like I had watched him rape her. We had tried to help each other as best as we could.

Together, we could find the strength to survive this nightmare.

“Suck every drop of cum out of my Doll, then it’s her turn to lick up the cum dripping down your leg and transfer it to your mouth one deep kiss at a time.”

“Yes, Master,” I whimper.

At the same time, Doll said, “Doll obeys,” as she immediately leaned back on the desk, her legs parted.

Once again, the scent of his cum pulled me. My disgust at his cruelty did nothing to stop my mouth from watering. Just for a moment, our eyes met. Hers and mine. Raw emotion forced us to look away. My cheeks heated, for entirely new reasons. My rage slipped away under a sudden surge of affection. We barely knew each other, but right now, I felt closer to her than anyone else in the world.

We survived being raped by him.

Suddenly self-conscious, I reached up and touched one of my new ears. Did she find them hideous? Hopefully not. I tried to focus on her scent, not his. Not his vile cum, no matter how appealing its scent. She smelled wonderful.

“Doll is ready, Vixen.”

Her eyes told the truth. She was warning me. Delaying would only lead to additional pain, and I had already experienced enough pain today. Two deep breaths, then I leaned across the desk and laid my head upon her upper thigh. His orders didn’t include foreplay, so I simply did what was necessary. I slid my new long tongue, the tongue of a fox, deep inside her. She whimpered, and my heart broke. I glanced up along her body, expecting to find horror. Instead, her head was thrown back in bliss.

I began to lap, reveling in every sound she makes, even as his delicious cum nearly overwhelms my senses. Soon, she began panting, her pussy grinding against me. My control, flimsy and fragile, was all that stopped me from using a hand on myself, right here, in front of that bastard.

“Please, stop,” Doll suddenly cried out, her body stiffening underneath me. I froze, praying that nothing was wrong. Nothing wrong. The thought is ludicrous. Everything was wrong. Every. Mother. Fucking. Thing. But he was the one that is to blame for this nightmare. She whimpered as I withdrew my long tongue.

“What’s wrong, Doll?” I asked.

“I…. Doll may only orgasm through Doll’s owner’s touch.”

Michaels's rumbling laughter made my skin crawl. “I wondered if my sex doll would remember,” he said. “Tell you what, Doll, I’ll give my slutty anal cumaholic a chance to earn permission to make my Doll orgasm.”

Cruel slitted eyes focused back on me. “Convince me,” he sneered.

For a heartbeat, I stared at him in shock. Then tears of impotent rage blurred the sight of his mocking gaze. I forced the words out, “M-master, your Vixen, b-begs for permission to give Doll o-orgasms.”

Amused, he motioned for me to continue.

Of course, that was not enough. “Would you like your s-s-slutty a-anal cumaholic to masturbate herself to orgasm right here on Master’s desk?” I offered, hoping that humiliation would be enough.

“That’s how I expect my slut to act at all times. Anything less will result in further punishment.”

Blanching, feeling as though he just punched me again, I couldn’t help but shudder at the implications of his statement. Kitsune Cumahloic Anal Slut. Not merely a title. That was how he expected me to behave. Not just when I was following his orders, but at all times. Forcing myself to focus on Doll’s problem, I took a deep breath. Trying to think.

Nothing came to mind. What could I possibly offer him that he could not easily take? In the stretching silence, Doll spoke up. “Master, may your Doll give your Vixen a suggestion?”

He nodded.

“Vixen, we have little to offer. Doll knows Vixen does not want to hurt Doll. But Doll’s owner enjoys seeing Doll in pain. Us in pain. Doll believes Doll’s owner would delight in watching Vixen spank Doll for fifteen minutes every time Doll orgasms from Vixen’s touch.”

“What? No! I…” my voice trailed off. I don’t want to hurt her, but better me than him. And, I still had a lot of licking to do. She would orgasm. I cannot imagine him letting us escape this fate. Doll and I locked gazes again. So much unsaid. Slowly, I nodded my acceptance, and the tension in her body eased.

“Master, your Kitsune Cumahloic Anal Slut begs for permission to cause Doll to orgasm,” I bowed down, forehead pressed against the table. “In recompense, I will spend fifteen minutes spanking her for each orgasm.”

Laughing, amused at our desperate antics, he said, “Not quite, but this is a good starting point. Keep track of every orgasm, and we will discuss the exact nature of her punishment every morning during breakfast. I think I’ll have you cane her five times for each orgasm in the morning. Next time, it’ll be something different. Variety is the spice of life.”