Master licks my cunt as a consequence for my actions. However the passion from her tongue could mistake you other wise. My tail twitches behind my bare back and my belly starts to tremor, I throw my hands into my hair and run my fingers through the long locks. The motion of my hips from the pleasure cause make my breasts bounce. Lady Eve's grip tightens on my ankles; I release a moan and squirm in sheer delight.
I see her peaking through the curtains, intrigued of what her Master might be up to. This slave has shown the most curiousity out of all her fellow slaves. I rub my clit in circles, every now and then putting a finger in. I sense myself getting wetter from the pleasure of knowing that the Slave can barely contain herself; she clenches her legs and bites on her bottom lip to make sure I don't hear her pants of excitement. 
Lady Eve's tongue is smooth and warm, she inserts it into me while she starts to rub my cunt with the same fingers that were giving her pleasure. Unable to contain myself I grab at the roots of my Master's hair. For but a moment she continues, I'm relieved that my actions have gone unnoticed in the midst of our heated passion. She stops at a halt to look up at me, I blush. "Forgive me, Master..." she only smiles, leaving me to worry. I begin to fear of what could be next. 
I'm about to finish myself off, when the thought darts through my mind that this could be much more fun than it already is. I stop and rest my drenched fingers on the inside of my thigh. I prop myself up, locking eyes with the Slave. "Are you enjoying watching me over there, Slave?" she tries to stay hidden as if it could excuse her actions, however she replies as a naughty Slave should. "Yes M'lady." I frown, her answer pleases me but she doesn't offer any punishment to come to her. Intrigued she is, foolish ever more so. 
Commanding I get off the bed I await her order. She leaves me naked and cold to just stand there. Glaring at me she commands I move my hands from the covering positions they are in. Moving my hands to my sides my breasts fall low, showing my figure to her sinster glare. "Go to the vanity and grab the glass object from the bottom drawer." I hesitantly walk towards the vanity garnished with jewels that would cost me 20 years of my pay to buy. I reach to the bottom, my sopping cunt feeling the rush of brisk air when I bend over. I hear a deep purr from the distance so Master must like what she sees. I open the drawer to find an object unlike anything I've seen in my time here.
Feasting my eyes on her plump features I dream of taking her clothes off of her. Kissing her neck while doing so, manhandling those full breasts of hers. She squeaks out a question interrupting my train of thought "With your permission I will leave the room M'lady." I whip myself up from my propped position, my stomach curves inwards as any older woman's would. "You'll stay!" She hangs her head low and my loins quiver at her humiliation. Resisting the temptations to pounce on my prey I begin to explain "You have to be punished, Slave." 
I pick up the unknown object in my frail and petite hands, I bring it up to the level of my face to inspect the item. "This one M'lady?" Lifting her gaze from my chest to my eyes "Yes, bring it here." I walk over to the bed, now standing in front of her, she puts her hand out implying I hand her the mysterious object. I do so willingly "Why does it have straps, Master?" Now standing on her knees she straps the object to her crotch, I start to recognize it's shape and is placement on ones body. I gasp; for no man has touched me yet. A lady of my age must stay intact for marriage, my dignity will be ruined. "Some call it a 'Dildo' my dear Slave" she finally replies. A tear strolls down my cheek; she wipes it away and commands "Now, now... do your duty, my slave." She pats the bed beside her and I crawl onto it, placing my legs apart giving her access to my flower that she will soon take from me.
Dreams do come true. The Slave olibgingly lets me unlace her bodice as slow as I'd like. I take in the textures of the strings: course, taught and frayed. Unlacing the last string her bodice bursts off. Her figure is much more flattering now, my hands slide under her shirt and I caress her tender sides. I begin to push the shirt over her head, un-tying her tattered bra leaving her heavy breasts to hang. I reach around from behind her and squeeze them with great force. She stays still, head down in obediance. I squeeze once more, a subtle grunt comes from her snout, her head turns around in frustration. Face to face now I slap her across the cheek. She places her hand on her cheek "Sorry Master." I grin, she knows her place now. 
Spitting on my cunt, she begins to rub the liquid around. From behind she grabs me by the base of my tail to steady my trembling body. She reaches to my mouth "Spit" I open my mouth and let a string of spit roll off my tounge. She smashes it into my face rubbing it into my fur. "That was pathetic, if you don't want it to hurt you best give me more" I pour my fluids into the palm of her hand, she moves her hand back towards my bottom. On my knees and forearms she stands behind me. I take a deep breath and the glass dildo's tip enters me and I sense the pain rushing over me. I scream so loud the entire castle may run to their Master's chamber in the fear of her being hurt. No one shows, she rams her body against mine again. I only scream louder. Continuing to pain me I can only hear her laughing behind me as if she enjoys inflicting pain. I can tell I've bled, countless times I've arched my head down to see my breasts bouncing in tune with her body's motions and the puddle of blood on the sheets. 
My hand strikes her breast, She lets out a faint cry. I do it again until her cries get rough. I kiss those tender nipples of hers and lay my face withing the crevaces of her softness. Realizing how weak I must look I whip my head up of her breasts "Lay down on the bed Slave." She lays her head on the pillow, her golden hair conforming to fit the folds of the pillow and to frame her precious round face. I crawl on top of her and kiss her pink lips until they turn beat red. My hand meets the inside of her thighs, petting her until she shakes the bed. I have succeeded and I will make her mine. 
Pulling the dildo out, my body relaxes. However my whole body aches and I don't know how I will be able to do my daily chores for lady Eve tomorrow. She smacks my behind; startled I fall forward. I begin to cry when I feel the blood soak the fur of my legs. She again grabs me and flips me over. "Master please I've learned my lesson! Let me go." instead of letting me leave she pulls me closer to her body as she stands before the bed. She whips my legs open sending pains through my body. "You don't leave until I'm finished with you Slave."
I begin to rub her clit, just as she watched me rub mine. "Do you like being touched, Slave?" She only moans back to me. "I asked you a question!" I pinch her clit between the knuckles of my fingers. She props her head out, struggling to answer me she sputters" Yes!" she pauses, I wait for more "...Master." I continue to rub her. The moistness of her nethers soaking my hand; I move down to put my head where my hand once was. I want to taste her. 
I feel the tip of that devilish object enter my body again. Causing more tears to come from my eyes. The pain exceeds the last time.I feel the hard object jabbing my innards; I must admit the object is smooth and must be better than having her claws in me, but it still hurts and I feel ashamed. Climbing on top of me, so that she may kiss my lips. She forces more of the dildo into me. I try to imagine frolicking in the garden with my friends, drinking the stolen wine, and laughing over the boys we fancy that work in the stables. Instead I am faced with her breath that smells of her last meal; quail. No, I picture Johnathan, the man I wanted to do this with. He's so sweet and would not hurt me like this. I feel another sharp pain. She pushes her self off me and stands before the bed once again, believing that she stopped sighing in relief I close my eyes. I feel the glass object force itself back in me and I prepare myself for even more of her furousity.
I put my lips to her cunt, it smells sweet for a Slave girl. I kiss her all over, hearing her begin to sing in tender moans. I increase my efforts to please her while she tries to lift her legs, I push them back down around me. I lick her pussy like it's covered with honey and I am tasked to clean it. I spit on it to create the water falls of the earth, I kiss the crevaces of her tenders; comparing them to the lips of a lover. I notice that she's near her climax. Halting to torture her I hear a whisper of "No..."  as if she wants me to continue, continue I shall.
Pummeling the glass cock into me, I go numb. I have no energy left in me to care. Let her use me as a toy, I am her's after all. A finger, I sense a finger now circling my hard clit. Now this I could favor. The dildo soon becomes more enjoyable with her rubbing me as well. I start to yelp happy moans, butterflies form in my stomach. My body senses an eruption. I want to relinquish my juices so that she may see how good she has made me feel. "May I finish Master?" she frowns at me, not sure how much longer I can postpone myself I begin to shake violently, she slaps my breasts "Has a Slave forgotten her manners?" I manage to spit out the answer she craves "Please, please Master may I finish!?" She brings forth  "Yes, you may Slave." Lady Eve gives me a smile "If you've learned your lesson." I nod so much that my head may fall from my neck. I shake, throbbing from the relief that flows out of me. Oh I've learned; that good comes to those that least deserve it. 

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11/02/2015
littlebirdhouse