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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Collared by the Cat\n\nBy: Red Rocktober\n\n``What's a nice bitch like you doing in a dive bar like this?'' Lizzie said as she sat down in the bar stool next to Riley, her muzzle split with a grin that was from more than just the smilodon's fangs.\n\nRiley ducked her head and smiled back, her lupine tail twitching in a gentle wag behind her.\n\n``Oh, just waiting on someone,'' she replied.\n\n``Yeah? Got a hot date with some hunk?'' Lizzie continued the bit, flicking her amethyst irises towards the bartender and giving a nod, wordlessly asking for her usual.\n\nRiley involuntarily bit her lower lip for a moment before turning to point her own dark purple eyes towards her friend.\n\n``Mm, you could say that,'' she replied coyly.\n\n``Oh yeah? Lucky guy,'' Lizzie smirked, grabbing the pint of crisp pilsner the bartender had set in front of her.\n\nRiley giggled, hiding her smile in the lowball glass she was holding. She'd had a crush on the stacked smilodon for a while, and though the two hung out as friends fairly frequently, she wanted something more. The tips of her gray-furred ears quivered with anxious excitement. She wasn't sure exactly what more she wanted from Lizzie. No prude by any means, Lizzie's confident, unabashed sexuality intimidated her as much as it interested her. But it wasn't just a wild night or even a more frequent booty call that kept her daydreaming, she wanted something more intense and intentional than that.\n\nDetecting prey, Lizzie pounced. She leaned in and put her snout close to Riley's ear, stopping just short of the little wolf's fuzzy ear tufts.\n\n``Well, I guess I'll have to keep you company until he gets here.''\n\nThe two had gone into the bar expecting this to be nothing more than a pair of friends having a few drinks on a Friday afternoon, but the joking flirtatiousness had clearly opened a door Liz hadn't expected. While Riley was always hopeful for something more, she was too shy to make the move. She'd gotten there early on purpose to knock back a couple shots of liquid courage, but mostly it had made her horny. Lizzie's feline nose was picking up on her friend's pheromones, the short wolf's shyness and outward innocence equally enticing as the scent of sex-need.\n\nLeaning back in her seat, taking a break from the hunt, she waved the bartender back over.\n\n``Whaddya having babe?'' Lizzie asked, taking the opportunity to really drink Riley in.\n\nThe wolfgirl was wearing a simple but tasteful white blouse with a green leaf print, a long tie at the waist draping down off the back of the stool. This was tucked into a pair of high-waisted jeans. Though generally modest, her outfit complemented her curves well, highlighting her narrow waist, her thick thighs, and the plush breasts which while not overly large certainly made her a bit front-loaded for her height.\n\nLiz called most of her friends ``babe,'' but something about the way she said it this time sent a quick shiver through Riley and her heart rate kicked up. She wanted to be called ``babe'' again.\n\n``Vodka tonic,'' Riley said.\n\n``Put it on mine,'' Liz instructed the bartender, another nod the only acknowledgment as the golden-maned lion scooped some ice into a clean lowball to make Riley's drink.\n\n``So how are things with Coda?''\n\nRiley blushed, her ears flattening against her head and vanishing in her long, bubble-gum pink hair for a moment. Coda was another mutual friend and a very sweet guy. The big wolf-dragon hybrid was also a fairly frequent lover of hers. Nothing serious, she just trusted him and they cared about one another. It certainly didn't hurt that he was pretty well built, a good two feet taller than her, and had a nice, big, knotted cock that left her feeling deliciously stuffed. Not to mention he had helped her fulfill a more salacious fantasy recently. As that drifted into her head she became more aroused, squeezing her thighs together in a mostly vain attempt to relieve that.\n\n``Things are good. He's a lot of fun.''\n\nLizzie nodded. She'd hooked up with him a couple times - she had hooked up with just about everyone a couple of times - but the big switch wasn't dominant enough for her interests beyond just a good cock for a quick lay. The man's got muscles, if only I could get him to use them on me she chuckled to herself.\n\n``And...he helped me out with something last month.''\n\nThat caught Lizzie's attention, the purple fur of her inner ears flashing as they perked up with interest.\n\nRiley took a sip of the simple cocktail the bartender had set in front of her, clinking her pink nails on the glass before continuing.\n\n``He um.'' She paused and looked around. Though mostly a cheesy joke, Lizzie's assessment of the place as a somewhat rough dive bar was accurate. It was early enough that, while it was small, they had some space between them and the nearest other patrons. ``He mwmwmmffmsm'' she muttered, trailing off into inaudibility.\n\nNot wanting to scare her off yet, Lizzie gently placed a big paw over Riley's and scooted to the edge of her bar stool, leaning forward so her friend didn't have to say whatever was on her mind too loudly.\n\n``Didn't hear you babe,'' she said, her voice low and husky. ``He what?''\n\nScrunching her face up to steel herself for it, heart beating with a heady blend of embarrassment and arousal, she tried again. Aware it would be easy to make it seem like that encounter was something it wasn't, she chose her next words carefully.\n\n``He...set up something I asked for. Roofied me and let someone he knows use me. I don't know who he was, I just know I was sore and stretched after,'' she managed to rush through, voice not much above a whisper.\n\n``Holy shit.''\n\nThe few other patrons glanced over before going back to their drinks or phones or conversations. Lizzie had a lopsided smile, equal parts shocked, impressed, and turned on. She knew Riley had a wild streak hidden in there somewhere, but she would never have guessed the curvy little wolf would have even fantasized about something like that, much less gone through with it. Scrapping her already improvised plans to gently seduce Riley and have a sensual night in bed together, she decided something more forceful was warranted.\n\n``Spill, babe, I need details.''\n\nRiley grimaced, but nodded, pausing a moment to collect herself. The more Liz called her ``babe,'' the more she found herself wanting to do as Lizzie asked, almost compelled to answer.\n\n``Oh, well. I guess you wouldn't have very many would ya.''\n\nShe nodded again with a crooked smile.\n\n``Yeah um. So...I don't know who he was, just someone Coda knows. From how I felt when I woke up, he was pretty rough. Coda was there the whole time though,'' she rushed to reassure her friend that she hadn't been completely reckless. ``Probably bigger than Coda, too.''\n\nLizzie licked her lips appreciatively.\n\n``Leave you loaded?''\n\nRiley nodded.\n\n``All three, heh, entrances?''\n\nRiley nodded again.\n\n``Atta girl!'' Lizzie said just a little loud for Riley's comfort, but her praise was sincere, no hint of sarcasm.\n\nShe was still slightly in shock at just how bold her friend had been, but her mind was racing with ideas on just how to use the usually-meek lupine lady's newly-revealed debauch desires. As much as the raw sexuality of it, she admired the creativity of the fantasy. Lizzie could enjoy a no-names, no-strings kind of encounter, but it had never even occurred to her to be completely out. Granted, she preferred to really feel it, so the scene wasn't quite her speed, but it was certainly hot as fuck.\n\nMoving her hand from Riley's to place it on the wolf's lower back, resting gently in the curve above her tail but with just enough pressure to be firm, she leaned forward.\n\n``Finish that drink, babe, I think you need to come home with me tonight.''\n\nNot I need you to come home with me, but you need. Riley looked up, her friend's face close enough that her pink nose nearly touched Lizzie's black-skinned nose. She could feel the feline's warm breath on her muzzle. There was a mischievous sparkle in Lizzie's eyes, something almost dangerous, predatory, and her big fangs glinted in the cheap lighting of the bar. It sparked her lust and she knew Liz was right. She didn't just want to go home with the other girl, she needed to.\n\n``Don't worry, I know just how to handle a filthy little slut like you.'' Lizzie's voice was low, almost a growl.\n\nHer heart skipped a beat. She loved being trash talked like that, craved the humiliation, even craved the embarrassment of having such cravings. Nodding, she did as she had been told and finished her drink.\n\n``Ready to close out?'' the lion behind the bar asked.\n\n``Sure thing Jeff. You want cash or ass, stud? I'll have to take a raincheck on the latter, but you know I'm good for it,'' she said, looking over and giving Riley a sly wink.\n\nThe wolf was impressed and envious of Lizzie's forwardness as usual, though she assumed it was just a flirty joke. Shock was added to the mix of emotions when Jeff responded.\n\n``I open at 2 on Sunday, be here at 1.''\n\n``I'll be here at noon. Make sure you hydrate,'' Lizzie said with a wicked grin.\n\nThe two women hopped off their bar stools and made their way out to the parking lot, Lizzie's hand still firmly on Riley's lower back, not pushing her, but definitely guiding.\n\n``We can come back for your car tomorrow. C'mon babe, I'm driving.''\n\nRiley just blushed and nodded, slipping into the role she so obviously wanted to play, and that Lizzie was so expertly guiding her towards as surely as the feline was guiding her towards the purple hatchback at the front of the small gravel lot.\n\nThey didn't talk much on the ride over to Lizzie's place, but it wasn't far, maybe a five minute ride through the modest suburban neighborhood. There at the end of a street towards the edge of the older development was a single story brick ranch with a big flag out front with the logo of the city's hockey team on it, waving in the evening breeze. Lizzie had lived very frugally, renting out a cheap studio and living on instant noodles, biding her time until she found exactly what she wanted. A persistence hunter through and through. Her work managing accounts and sales for a local tech startup paid exceptionally well, as it should for the business she got them. She was good at what she did, but it didn't hurt that the shortstack woman was willing to offer her own ``products'' to their clients regardless of gender or sex. So, she had bought a cute little home on the edge of a quiet little neighborhood and she renovated it exactly how she wanted it. The back yard had a small pool which she delighted skinny dipping in, the house positioned such that no neighbors had a view into her yard. In fact she was usually naked from the moment she stepped in the front door until she had to walk back out of it.\n\nParking her car in the drive, they walked through the gate in her privacy fence, Lizzie led them to the back door. She unlocked it and stepped in, Riley following her into the very modern kitchen, all granite countertops and stainless steel appliances. Shutting the door behind them, she reached out and took Riley's hand to lead the canine through her home. Nominally it was a three bedroom, but only one room had a bed in it. One was her at-home office, and the other had been extensively renovated with some highly custom lighting and furniture.\n\nRiley let herself be led by the hand, her tail wagging unconsciously, her heartbeat thudding in her chest. She assumed the feline was leading her to the bedroom, which she was certainly ready for. Her whole body felt warm, heat radiating up from between her thighs. Her eyes were focused on the thick ass in front of her, cheeks lifted and rounded by the tight dark jeans and accentuated with the little gray bob tail above it. She longed to push her snout under that tail.\n\nHer heart skipped a beat when Lizzie pulled her into a room that was decidedly not a bedroom. The floor was tile, a nearly-black gray accented with burgundy squares throughout. The walls were papered with a deep emerald and silver damask pattern, broken up by wrought-iron sconces glowing with a soft yellow light. The room's decor was striking, but it was the contents that drew Riley's eye. Scattered throughout the once-bedroom were benches of different shapes constructed from dark woods, black leather, and chromed hardware. A heavy wooden ``X'' draped with chains stood against one wall, and shackles were bolted to both the floor and ceiling right in the middle.\n\n``Holy fuck,'' she whispered, her eyes falling on the pegboard mounted to the wall covered in downright medieval looking implements.\n\nLizzie turned and grabbed Riley's other hand. The women were about the same height and able to easily look one another in the eye. The moment their eyes met seemed to stretch, a flash of electricity passing between them, feeling like it started in the nothing between them and spread outwards.\n\n``I won't be gentle,'' Lizzie said, voice almost a growl.\n\n``I don't want you to,'' Riley replied breathily.\n\n``We could go to the bedroom if you'd rather,'' Lizzie said, giving the wolfgirl a chance to back out.\n\nRiley just shook her head no.\n\n``Have you done this before?''\n\nRiley shook her head no again. ``I trust you.''\n\nLizzie moaned as the most sensual sentence a top could hear hit her purple-furred ears. Letting go of Riley's hands, she moved one paw between the wolf's thighs and pressed a thick pad upwards against Riley's pussy. Her other gripped Riley's narrow wolf snout.\n\n``You want this, don't you?'' she asked, though it was more of a statement.\n\n``Use me,'' Riley barely managed to whisper before her muzzle was sealed against Lizzie's, their maws opening and tongues darting back and forth.\n\nLiz was careful to keep her sabers clear, their mouths' muscles dancing, twisting around one another, pushing into one then withdrawing to allow the other to do the same. Riley curled her tongue up, trailing it along the ridges on the top of Lizzie's mouth before pulling back. Still pressing her finger upwards into Riley's crotch, Liz slid her other hand behind the wolfgirl's head and pressed in, shoving her rough feline tongue as far back as she could, not quite able to make it to the back of Riley's longer snout and push it down her throat. Pulling back she broke the kiss, the two women panting, breathing hard as lust coursed through their bodies.\n\n``Stay'' Liz ordered, pointing at Riley's feet before turning around to go get a couple implements off the wall.\n\nRiley's ears flattened against her head at the demeaning command but she bit her lip and her tail swished a few times with excitement. She watched as Liz quickly stripped, kicking her sneakers off then pulling her t-shirt over her head, baring her upper body. Riley took in the sight of Lizzie's gray furred breasts, her toned stomach. She groaned with disappointment when Liz turned to face her before slipping her jeans down and off, depriving her of the sight of the feline's naked rear. She did at least get a look at the woman's crotch as Liz came back towards her, the dark fur of Lizzie's thighs ending at her hips, separated from the much lighter gray of her chest and stomach by a black fur marking. These drew the eye, almost directing it to her crotch where the purple skin of her pussy was visible through the thin fur. Riley was delighted to see it matched the color of Lizzie's nipples, even her eyes and ear-fur. I wonder if her tailhole is too, she thought, sure she would find out before the end of the night.\n\nLiz had grabbed a long riding crop off the rack on the wall, as well as something small and dark that Riley couldn't quite see. Fully nude - how she generally preferred to be - Liz walked back over to the waiting wolf.\n\n``Now then,'' Lizzie said, standing once more in front of Riley, placing the leather tongue of the crop just under Riley's chin, ``you address me as Mistress or ma'am, clear?''\n\n``Yes, Mistress,'' Riley nodded, swallowing hard as the motion increased the pressure of the crop under her chin.\n\n``Good.'' Lizzie's tone changed suddenly, barking out her next words. ``Inspection time! Stand up straight, legs together. You're not some street whore, are you?''\n\n``Yes Mistress,'' Riley responded, the tone compelling her to answer before she could even think about it. ``I mean no, Mistress! I mean. Um,'' she stumbled as she brought her feet together and straightened her back, arms flat at her side, her breasts pushing forward and up.\n\n``All right then, get that shirt off. Let's see what you've got,'' Liz ordered.\n\nMoving to comply, Riley reached behind herself and untied the twin lengths of fabric at her waist before grabbing the hem of the blouse, pulling it up and over her head, letting it drop to the floor. Her chest was still covered in a green-lacy bra, the pattern going sheer over her nipples to reveal the soft pink nubs. With a flick of her wrist, there was a silvery flash and loud click from Lizzie's left hand as she revealed the other item she had grabbed from her arsenal of toys.\n\nBefore Riley could react, Liz had slid her knife, the blunt top of the blade facing inwards to the wolf's chest, up under the bridge of cloth between the cups and pulled, cutting through with only a little difficulty. The wolf gasped, cups falling to the side to reveal the bright white fur covering her breasts. Using the crop, Liz flicked Riley's long pink hair back over her shoulders. She deftly lifted the straps of Riley's bra, sliding one and then the other off the wolf's shoulders so it dropped to the ground to join the blouse. The cold steel in her fur, the brazenness of cutting her clothes off her had sent a jolt of adrenaline into Riley's system, the fear heightening her arousal.\n\n``Open. Do not remove until I tell you,'' Liz ordered, tapping the button of the other woman's jeans with the tongue of the crop.\n\nStill breathing hard from having her bra cut off, she nodded and unbuttoned her jeans. Her hands were shaking a little bit, making it hard to work each of the coppery fasteners of her button fly, but she finally did. The light blue material fell to the sides, showing the green lace panties that matched the bra that lay in two pieces on the floor. Oh god, is she going to cut that off too? Riley couldn't help but wonder, biting her lip in both fear and excitement at the thought of the knife so close to her slit. She wasn't sure if she could handle that, but she'd meant what she told Liz earlier, that she trusted the cat.\n\nBreaking the tension with a moment of tenderness, Liz leaned in and kissed Riley again, their mouths opening once more to swap saliva, the breath from their nostrils hot. Not realizing how she had tensed, Riley moaned as her body relaxed, the passion proving to be exactly what she needed to come down, adrenaline fading but leaving the lust in its place. Pulling back the feline broke the kiss and walked around behind her.\n\n``You hopped in the car with the first girl who said `come' like a good bitch, didn't you?'' she said, the sneer audible in her voice.\n\n``Y-yes ma'am,'' Riley replied.\n\n``And now here you are topless. What a slut.''\n\n``Yes ma'am. I'm a slut.''\n\n``Then act like it. Get that tail up.''\n\nRiley complied, lifting her bushy tail high. The gray fur faded to white at the tip that nearly reached the top of her head. She stood still, waiting for the next order.\n\n``Everything to your ankles, slut. Bend over and take it slow. And keep that tail up.'' Lizzie punctuated her final instruction with a quick swat of the crop, popping it against Riley's ass.\n\nThe wolf jumped a bit and squeaked more from surprise than pain, her clothes dulling the strike. Turning her head to look over her shoulder, peering through the pink hair falling about her face, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and bent forward at her hips, poking her ass out at Liz. She grinned seeing the cat's eyes glued to her rear as she slowly pushed downwards, revealing the heart of white fur that highlighted her ass and inner thighs. As the waistband slipped lower, her cheeks spread enough to show the delicate pink of her tailhole, her slit. She could feel her face flushing, the intimacy of exposing herself like that giving her a rush. Once her jeans and panties were at her ankles she stayed still, not having been instructed to do anything else.\n\n``Now off,'' Liz ordered and Riley obeyed, stepping out of her clothes and pushing them to the side with a paw.\n\nShe returned to her prior position, standing straight upright with her legs together, but kept her tail lifted. After a moment she felt a gentle tap on each of her inner thighs. Correctly interpreting the silent command, she spread her legs, shuffling her paws a little farther as she felt a second tap until they were a bit wider than her shoulders.\n\nLiz closed the knife with the snick of metal sliding against metal and set it down on the floor. Walking around to Riley's front, she caressed the wolfgirl's face and gave her a soft smile, reassuring and warm. It didn't last.\n\n``All right, bitch, let's see what we've got.'' Liz began her appraisal in earnest. ``Mm, nice size, lovely shape. Oh, a delicious bounce as well,'' she said as she gave each of Riley's tits a harder slap with the crop, watching them jiggle and eliciting a yip, but the wolf didn't flinch. ``A fine curve.'' She traced the line down Riley's abdomen with the leather tongue, discussing it like she was inspecting a particularly juicy cut of meat at a butcher. With a grin, she slipped the crop between Riley's legs and lightly tapped upwards.\n\n``Mm-ohh''\n\nPressing up, she dragged the crop out and watched the strand of the girl's lubricant bridging her body and the leather stretch until it broke. Liz brought it to her face and inhaled, breathing in the sweet musk of Riley's arousal, the same scent that had been on her all night but amplified, direct from the source. She lunged forward and buried her face in Riley's neck fur, mouth open just a touch, and sniffed deep. Riley shuddered as the predator truly took in the smell of her prey, the scent locking itself into her brain. Liz pulled back, practically drooling and returned to the wolf's backside.\n\n``Bend and spread.''\n\nRiley obeyed, once more bending at the hips, reaching down to put her palms on the floor. She was completely exposed, naked and spread, her holes bared for Lizzie to inspect. The pink lips of her pussy pulled apart enough to reveal her entrance, wet and glistening with her body's lubricant. Even the white fur of her inner thigh was a duller gray, coated with her stickiness. She yipped when she felt something push into it, Lizzie's finger finding little enough resistance to slide in to the knuckle.\n\n``Very wet, excellent. Not too loose, but not too tight either,'' Liz continued her appraisal. ``Bit of a slut, aren't we? How many cocks have been in this hole?''\n\n``Uh, about a dozen, ma'am,'' Riley answered. Though she wouldn't have hesitated to tell her friend about her trysts, somehow being asked like that, the power dynamic between the two, she felt as though she was being judged. Was that too many lovers? Did it make her the slut Lizzie accused her of being? Did she want the be the slut she was accused of being? She wasn't prone to one-night-stands but she was no prude. Despite that, Coda had been the most consistent booty call in her life as of late. Whether she was one or not, she wanted to be called ``slut'' again.\n\nA little moan escaped her muzzle as the finger slid back out of her, leaving her wanting more. It quickly shifted to a grunt of discomfort, however, and she grimaced as the digit pushed instead into her tailhole, stretching the little pink ring.\n\n``And this one?'' Liz asked.\n\n``I...I think just one. I don't know.''\n\n``You don't know if you've had more than one cock in this pretty little ass?''\n\n``Well,'' Riley hesitated, glad that she didn't have to look at Lizzie's face as she answered. Somehow pointing her butt directly at the woman was less embarrassing than looking at her as she discussed her sex life so matter-of-factly. ``I don't know if Coda did too, while...while I was out. I think he did but I wouldn't let him tell me.''\n\n``Oh fuck, that's right. Shit, I wish I could have been there to watch that,'' Liz muttered. ``You're a freaky little bitch aren't you?''\n\n``No ma'am,'' was her immediate, instinctual response. She was a good girl, a good little wolfy who didn't just sleep around and let any old boy stick his dick in her, much less in her butt. Anal sex was for pornstars and girls desperate to please their boyfriends. The fact that she was bent over naked in her friend's home dungeon with a finger up her ass said otherwise, and a quick swat to her buttocks from the crop reminded her not to lie. ``Yes, Mistress! I'm a freaky little bitch!''\n\n``Damn fucking right you are, shit.'' Lizzie said appreciatively. She adored finding the filth in others and bringing it up to the surface. It was so much more fun that way.\n\nShe pulled her finger back out, much more slowly than she had withdrawn it from the warmth of Riley's pussy, not wanting to hurt her too much. Yet.\n\n``And how many women?''\n\n``Three,'' Riley answered. ``Well, you're the third, Mistress.''\n\nLiz nodded, glad she wasn't the first on that front as well. Breaking too many ``cherries'' in one sitting could be too much. She wanted Riley to come back for more, not regret coming home with her.\n\n``All right then, miss Freaky Little Bitch, let's get started. I think this body will do juuuuust fine.''\n\nFinished with her inspection, she led Riley over to the shackles in the middle of the room. While she would normally start a newbie out on a spanking bench, Liz sensed that this little wolf could take something more intense. She merely pointed the riding crop at the spreader bar bolted to the floor and Riley moved to obey, placing her paws near the shiny chrome-plated rings. Liz lowered the matching bar from the ceiling - the last bottom in it had been a much taller male - until it was at the right height. She closed the cuffs around Riley's wrists, opening the girls palms and placing the fingers against the leather-wrapped bar there so that she could grab it and wouldn't have to support her weight just against the cuffs. Kneeling, she did the same for Riley's paws, locking her ankles into the spread bar's cuffs.\n\nWhile she was there, she pressed her wide feline nose just barely between the wolf's cheeks, inhaling, internalizing Riley's scent. Overwhelmingly it was her arousal, the sweet musk of the woman's lubrication, the indescribable scent of her pheromones, as though she was in heat. Underneath that was a base of a deeper musk, the slight scent of sweat and skin emanating from between her thighs, her cheeks. Lizzie loved the way a girl smelled, especially from her more intimate areas.\n\nFinally ready to really get into it, she practically skipped the few paces to her toy wall and snagged a small foam baseball bat, the sort you could get at the toy store for kids to play wiffle-ball with. The foam made it deceptive; a good swing still packed a wallop but it was light enough she could bounce it off a firm butt without much force and just impart a nice warming thud. She stepped in front of Riley and grinned, the pair of sharp sabers glinting yellow in the low light of the sconces. Liz considered grabbing her phone to swap them all to red, but it was too late now. She suspected there would be other chances to play around with the ambiance.\n\n``You like getting fucked by big dicks, don't you?'' she asked.\n\n``Y-yes, Mistress.''\n\nThe response earned her a quick pop on her left nipple, Lizzie's wrist flicking the crop so the tip of the leather tongue snapped the sensitive nub and pulled away quickly, the impact leaving it stinging.\n\n``That's because you're a filthy slut,'' Lizzie said, landing a matching strike on Riley's other breast and eliciting a high-pitched yelp from the woflgirl.\n\n``Nnn, yes ma'am, I'm a slut,'' Riley said.\n\nHer mind was awash in conflicting emotions. She fed off the degradation. The embarrassment heightened her arousal, which only served to embarrass her further. It was a positive feedback loop of lust. She had never really explored pain play much, beyond a little bit of rough fucking or some spanking during sex, but the stinging heat radiating from her nipples was not unpleasant, after the initial burst of pain.\n\n``Sluts. Get. What. They. Deserve.''\n\nLizzie punctuated each word with a slap to Riley's pussy, the crop providing a contrast of pain and pleasure as it flicked Riley's clit. Liz allowed the tongue to linger, pressing it upwards more before pulling back, providing a deeper impact that served to provide a jolt of pleasure. Each swat forced an adorably breathy sound from Riley's muzzle. Liz could see the girl's tail twitching behind her as though the nerves sent a signal straight from her clit to the big bushy appendage. Twisting her forearm a little less vigorously, Lizzie tapped repeatedly on Riley's clit, the pain lessening and shifting into ecstasy, each bump causing her entire nervous system to feel like it was overloaded in a flash, causing her body to spasm, the chains above her to clink and rattle against one another.\n\nDeciding it was time to step things up, she walked back to the rack on the wall and placed the crop on its hook. Underneath was a toolbox, like what you see in a mechanic's shop or garage, black and chrome with a half dozen narrow drawers. Pulling a couple out, Lizzie looked through until she found what she wanted. A little purple cone that tapered and then flared back out. There was a button on the base as well. Pumping a few gobs of lube from the canister sitting on top of the toolbox, she greased it up and then wiped her hand on the fur of her leg. It wouldn't do to lose grip on the bat, and she could wash the lube out later. Or Riley can, she thought to herself, briefly picturing the girl kneeling in front of her in the shower, gently shampooing her fur.\n\nShe set the bat down and caressed Riley's ass with her free hand, gently cupping the plump cheeks, admiring the plush white fur. She squeezed and kneaded the soft globes, enjoying the moans of delight from the wolf who had, without needing to be told, lifted her tail to give Lizzie access. The gentleness was a nice break from the sting of the crop, allowing her body a breather. After a minute of this, Liz gripped one cheek and pulled it to the side, spreading Riley's ass once more exposing the pretty pink hole.\n\nRiley gasped as she felt something cold touch her tailhole, cold and firm. It warmed quickly against her body, however, but it remained firm as Liz slowly pressed it inwards. She moaned, at first trying to pull away from the intrusion before freezing, afraid she would get a punishing smack again, then bent forward as best she could given her restraints, pushing her butt backwards. Liz smirked as she watched the wolf change her direction from retreat to acceptance without having to say anything.\n\n``You learn quick, don't you? Good girl,'' she said, praising Riley's behavior.\n\nWith the one, or possibly two, exceptions, Riley never had anything more than a finger in her rear. She enjoyed it, but her partners were typically well thicker than a finger and she didn't want to get stretched that much. She couldn't deny a certain enjoyment of the thorough soreness she had awoken with after her ``blind date,'' however. She was thankful that Liz had selected a plug that was maybe two fingers wide at its flare, giving her a delightfully full sensation as it slid inside, stretching her hole to, but not past, its limits.\n\nAnd then she gasped, her maw wide open, as an entirely new sensation rumbled through her. Liz had pressed the little button on the base, turning on its vibration function. It wasn't too intense, not being directly against her clit or g-spot, but her body did transmit the buzzing the short distance from her asshole to her pussy. It was a dull but consistent pleasure, radiating from her nethers, rather than the short spikes of sensation the crop had been delivering before. She wanted to squeeze her legs together, to press her thighs in and put pressure on her clit, but the spreader bar kept her from doing so.\n\nthwump\n\nHer eyes snapped wide and her muzzle opened, but no sound came out. Her entire body had tensed up, her nerves aware of what just happened but her brain unable to acknowledge it at first. Then the dam broke and she fully felt the pain from Lizzie's bat thudding into her ass.\n\n``SHIT'' she shouted, hissing as the pain made its way down into her glutes, where it radiated outwards, shifting from the initial sharpness into a dull warmth.\n\nLizzie grinned, delighting in her ``victim's'' reaction.\n\n``Get that tail back up where it belongs, slut,'' she said, putting anger in her voice.\n\nRiley hadn't even realized that she had flicked it down, unconsciously reacting to guard her booty from the assault. Whimpering, she lifted it back up, but already the sensations from the vibrator had overcome the hurt and she was ready for more. She wasn't about to admit that, however, neither to Lizzie nor even herself.\n\nthwump\n\n-\n\nLizzie continued to work her girl over, varying the force, the rhythm of the impacts. She moved down to Riley's thighs, up to her shoulders, even giving the wolfgirl's heavy breasts a good series of bops. Not as hard, but hard enough. After what felt to Riley like an eternity but was really only about twenty minutes, the two were breathing heavily from the exertion.\n\nRiley was in space, her limbs limp with an unexpected floaty sensation. She was still holding on to the grips above her wrist cuffs, but it was a reflexive grip, her mind was not involved in that in the slightest. Her ass was warm, blood rushing to the area of her ``injury.'' However, her nipples were completely stiff, the pink eraser nubs poking through her white chest fur, and her thighs were coated with stickiness from the continuous trickle of fluid from her snatch.\n\n``Do you need to cum?'' Lizzie asked, her snout close to Riley's, her voice a low whisper.\n\n``Yes ma'am,'' she replied almost automatically, more wanting to acquiesce to whatever Liz asked of her than any real awareness of her needs or desires. What she desired was what Lizzie desired.\n\nWhat she shortly became aware of, however, was warmth against her lips, a powerful tongue prying her muzzle open. She didn't resist, letting her jaw go slack, moaning but otherwise simply letting Lizzie do as she pleased. Her mouth was full of the other woman's tongue. It was comfort.\n\nThe plug was still buzzing in her tailhole. The sensitive nerves in her anus had nearly gone numb from the constant bombardment of sensation, but now a new feeling joined it. A finger, then a second finger easily slid into her pussy, finally opening that entrance more than the moment just for Lizzie's initial inspection. They began to move, slipping in and out, curling forwards to press against her g-spot at the same time the soft pad on Liz's palm bumped her clit. The symphony of sensation did not take long to push her over the edge. The lingering pain from Lizzie's ``abuse,'' deep in her muscles, the arousal from being used and degraded, the soft passion of the kiss, and now the direct and intense stimulation of all of her holes.\n\nShe rode up to her peak, held on the edge by her physical exhaustion and the slow numbness in her ass, until finally the onslaught of fingers in her pussy the soft pawpad hitting the sensitive button buried in her folds. Riley came with a ``fuck!'' that was muffled by Lizzie's mouth, her body shaking in its restraints. All of her muscles seemed to tense up at once and then release. It felt like her mind, her emotions poured out through her pussy, not squirting but her body's lubricant seeped out in a consistent flow, soaking Lizzie's hand. The waves of ecstasy kept washing over her, blanking her mind into a soft static.\n\nLizzie pulled back, removing her tongue from Riley's mouth and her finger's from Riley's cunt. Moving quickly she stepped around and turned the vibrator off, figuring she could remove it from the pink-ringed tailhole later. She took a moment to lick her fingers clean, enjoying the taste but doing it as much for practicality. Liz reached up and unclasped the shackles, gently lowering each of Riley's arms back to her sides. Similarly she bent down and opened the ankle cuffs.\n\nOnce the wolfgirl was free, Liz led her over to a soft circle of carpet in front of a plush, leather-upholstered chair in the corner of the room. Carefully, she helped Riley down to a kneeling position, then stood in front of her. She wanted to get off, to cum on Riley's tongue, but she wanted something else even more.\n\n``Taste me,'' she ordered.\n\nRiley was coming up from the depths of her orgasm, still a little floaty, and still more than willing to do as she was told. Extending her tongue, her heart thudding in her chest, she leaned forward, finally exactly where she wanted to be, with her face between the sabertooth's muscular thighs and lapping at the delicious purple-skinned folds of her cunt. She moaned into Lizzie's crotch, hungrily probing for the feline's entrance, finding it and pressing inwards. Grabbing the wolf's soft, pointed ears Lizzie pulled her back. She turned around and lifted the little bobtail.\n\n``Taste me,'' she ordered again, bending forward just a tad.\n\nHer meaning was obvious and Riley happily obliged, burying her long wolf's snout between the sabertooth's muscular buttocks. A tiny fragment of her mind that was still aware realized with delight that the woman's tailhole was the same color purple that accented her fur, her chest. She lapped at the puckered ring, quickly burying her tongue into it. There was no subtlety, no teasing, it was a feral drive to have her alpha's scent marking her, to take it into herself. Liz was moaning, loving the oral stimulation of her ass. Before it pushed her too far and drove her to finger herself she pulled away again.\n\nLiz turned and smiled down at the girl, seeing her ears back and her eyes turned upwards in a look of disappointment, almost sadness that she was no longer eating Lizzie's tailhole. The feline dropped into a crouch in front of Riley, the thick scent of her own lust wafting up from between her spread legs. Their eyes met once more.\n\n``I don't want this to end,'' she said, the harsh pretense from their power play dropped.\n\nRiley bit her lip and nodded.\n\n``I want you to be my freaky little slut. My freaky little slut,'' Lizzie continued.\n\n``Yes, Mistress'' Riley responded with more passion in the title than there had been before.\n\n``Sit here. Stay'' Liz ordered for the second time that night.\n\nRiley sat up straighter, her butt resting on her heels as she knelt in the plush semicircle of rug. Liz padded quickly out of the room, rummaging through some drawers somewhere down the hall. When she came back, there was a black leather cord in her left hand. With her right, Lizzie stuck her middle finger in her mouth, pushing the digit as deep as it would go. She followed that by reaching between her legs, slipping it into her pussy, easily burying it to the knuckle in one push, then withdrew and slid it back until she swiped the tip against her own puckered tailhole.\n\nNow saturated completely with her scent, she swiped the digit along Riley's cheeks, her combined fluids leaving a small glistening streak in the gray and white fur. Then she pushed it into Riley's mouth where the wolf eagerly suckled on it, her dark purple irises looking hungrily up at Liz. She pulled her finger back out.\n\n``I've marked you with my scent. Wear it with pride,'' Lizzie said and leaned down, placing the leather cord around Riley's neck, clasping the thin black collar at the back.\n\nShe hadn't known exactly what she wanted from Lizzie when she walked into the bar earlier that night, but as the collar closed around her neck she felt at home and knew that this was what she wanted.\n\n PAGE 14 \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Collared by the Cat

By: Red Rocktober

``What's a nice bitch like you doing in a dive bar like this?'' Lizzie said as she sat down in the bar stool next to Riley, her muzzle split with a grin that was from more than just the smilodon's fangs.

Riley ducked her head and smiled back, her lupine tail twitching in a gentle wag behind her.

``Oh, just waiting on someone,'' she replied.

``Yeah? Got a hot date with some hunk?'' Lizzie continued the bit, flicking her amethyst irises towards the bartender and giving a nod, wordlessly asking for her usual.

Riley involuntarily bit her lower lip for a moment before turning to point her own dark purple eyes towards her friend.

``Mm, you could say that,'' she replied coyly.

``Oh yeah? Lucky guy,'' Lizzie smirked, grabbing the pint of crisp pilsner the bartender had set in front of her.

Riley giggled, hiding her smile in the lowball glass she was holding. She'd had a crush on the stacked smilodon for a while, and though the two hung out as friends fairly frequently, she wanted something more. The tips of her gray-furred ears quivered with anxious excitement. She wasn't sure exactly what more she wanted from Lizzie. No prude by any means, Lizzie's confident, unabashed sexuality intimidated her as much as it interested her. But it wasn't just a wild night or even a more frequent booty call that kept her daydreaming, she wanted something more intense and intentional than that.

Detecting prey, Lizzie pounced. She leaned in and put her snout close to Riley's ear, stopping just short of the little wolf's fuzzy ear tufts.

``Well, I guess I'll have to keep you company until he gets here.''

The two had gone into the bar expecting this to be nothing more than a pair of friends having a few drinks on a Friday afternoon, but the joking flirtatiousness had clearly opened a door Liz hadn't expected. While Riley was always hopeful for something more, she was too shy to make the move. She'd gotten there early on purpose to knock back a couple shots of liquid courage, but mostly it had made her horny. Lizzie's feline nose was picking up on her friend's pheromones, the short wolf's shyness and outward innocence equally enticing as the scent of sex-need.

Leaning back in her seat, taking a break from the hunt, she waved the bartender back over.

``Whaddya having babe?'' Lizzie asked, taking the opportunity to really drink Riley in.

The wolfgirl was wearing a simple but tasteful white blouse with a green leaf print, a long tie at the waist draping down off the back of the stool. This was tucked into a pair of high-waisted jeans. Though generally modest, her outfit complemented her curves well, highlighting her narrow waist, her thick thighs, and the plush breasts which while not overly large certainly made her a bit front-loaded for her height.

Liz called most of her friends ``babe,'' but something about the way she said it this time sent a quick shiver through Riley and her heart rate kicked up. She wanted to be called ``babe'' again.

``Vodka tonic,'' Riley said.

``Put it on mine,'' Liz instructed the bartender, another nod the only acknowledgment as the golden-maned lion scooped some ice into a clean lowball to make Riley's drink.

``So how are things with Coda?''

Riley blushed, her ears flattening against her head and vanishing in her long, bubble-gum pink hair for a moment. Coda was another mutual friend and a very sweet guy. The big wolf-dragon hybrid was also a fairly frequent lover of hers. Nothing serious, she just trusted him and they cared about one another. It certainly didn't hurt that he was pretty well built, a good two feet taller than her, and had a nice, big, knotted cock that left her feeling deliciously stuffed. Not to mention he had helped her fulfill a more salacious fantasy recently. As that drifted into her head she became more aroused, squeezing her thighs together in a mostly vain attempt to relieve that.

``Things are good. He's a lot of fun.''

Lizzie nodded. She'd hooked up with him a couple times - she had hooked up with just about everyone a couple of times - but the big switch wasn't dominant enough for her interests beyond just a good cock for a quick lay. The man's got muscles, if only I could get him to use them on me she chuckled to herself.

``And...he helped me out with something last month.''

That caught Lizzie's attention, the purple fur of her inner ears flashing as they perked up with interest.

Riley took a sip of the simple cocktail the bartender had set in front of her, clinking her pink nails on the glass before continuing.

``He um.'' She paused and looked around. Though mostly a cheesy joke, Lizzie's assessment of the place as a somewhat rough dive bar was accurate. It was early enough that, while it was small, they had some space between them and the nearest other patrons. ``He mwmwmmffmsm'' she muttered, trailing off into inaudibility.

Not wanting to scare her off yet, Lizzie gently placed a big paw over Riley's and scooted to the edge of her bar stool, leaning forward so her friend didn't have to say whatever was on her mind too loudly.

``Didn't hear you babe,'' she said, her voice low and husky. ``He what?''

Scrunching her face up to steel herself for it, heart beating with a heady blend of embarrassment and arousal, she tried again. Aware it would be easy to make it seem like that encounter was something it wasn't, she chose her next words carefully.

``He...set up something I asked for. Roofied me and let someone he knows use me. I don't know who he was, I just know I was sore and stretched after,'' she managed to rush through, voice not much above a whisper.

``Holy shit.''

The few other patrons glanced over before going back to their drinks or phones or conversations. Lizzie had a lopsided smile, equal parts shocked, impressed, and turned on. She knew Riley had a wild streak hidden in there somewhere, but she would never have guessed the curvy little wolf would have even fantasized about something like that, much less gone through with it. Scrapping her already improvised plans to gently seduce Riley and have a sensual night in bed together, she decided something more forceful was warranted.

``Spill, babe, I need details.''

Riley grimaced, but nodded, pausing a moment to collect herself. The more Liz called her ``babe,'' the more she found herself wanting to do as Lizzie asked, almost compelled to answer.

``Oh, well. I guess you wouldn't have very many would ya.''

She nodded again with a crooked smile.

``Yeah um. So...I don't know who he was, just someone Coda knows. From how I felt when I woke up, he was pretty rough. Coda was there the whole time though,'' she rushed to reassure her friend that she hadn't been completely reckless. ``Probably bigger than Coda, too.''

Lizzie licked her lips appreciatively.

``Leave you loaded?''

Riley nodded.

``All three, heh, entrances?''

Riley nodded again.

``Atta girl!'' Lizzie said just a little loud for Riley's comfort, but her praise was sincere, no hint of sarcasm.

She was still slightly in shock at just how bold her friend had been, but her mind was racing with ideas on just how to use the usually-meek lupine lady's newly-revealed debauch desires. As much as the raw sexuality of it, she admired the creativity of the fantasy. Lizzie could enjoy a no-names, no-strings kind of encounter, but it had never even occurred to her to be completely out. Granted, she preferred to really feel it, so the scene wasn't quite her speed, but it was certainly hot as fuck.

Moving her hand from Riley's to place it on the wolf's lower back, resting gently in the curve above her tail but with just enough pressure to be firm, she leaned forward.

``Finish that drink, babe, I think you need to come home with me tonight.''

Not I need you to come home with me, but you need. Riley looked up, her friend's face close enough that her pink nose nearly touched Lizzie's black-skinned nose. She could feel the feline's warm breath on her muzzle. There was a mischievous sparkle in Lizzie's eyes, something almost dangerous, predatory, and her big fangs glinted in the cheap lighting of the bar. It sparked her lust and she knew Liz was right. She didn't just want to go home with the other girl, she needed to.

``Don't worry, I know just how to handle a filthy little slut like you.'' Lizzie's voice was low, almost a growl.

Her heart skipped a beat. She loved being trash talked like that, craved the humiliation, even craved the embarrassment of having such cravings. Nodding, she did as she had been told and finished her drink.

``Ready to close out?'' the lion behind the bar asked.

``Sure thing Jeff. You want cash or ass, stud? I'll have to take a raincheck on the latter, but you know I'm good for it,'' she said, looking over and giving Riley a sly wink.

The wolf was impressed and envious of Lizzie's forwardness as usual, though she assumed it was just a flirty joke. Shock was added to the mix of emotions when Jeff responded.

``I open at 2 on Sunday, be here at 1.''

``I'll be here at noon. Make sure you hydrate,'' Lizzie said with a wicked grin.

The two women hopped off their bar stools and made their way out to the parking lot, Lizzie's hand still firmly on Riley's lower back, not pushing her, but definitely guiding.

``We can come back for your car tomorrow. C'mon babe, I'm driving.''

Riley just blushed and nodded, slipping into the role she so obviously wanted to play, and that Lizzie was so expertly guiding her towards as surely as the feline was guiding her towards the purple hatchback at the front of the small gravel lot.

They didn't talk much on the ride over to Lizzie's place, but it wasn't far, maybe a five minute ride through the modest suburban neighborhood. There at the end of a street towards the edge of the older development was a single story brick ranch with a big flag out front with the logo of the city's hockey team on it, waving in the evening breeze. Lizzie had lived very frugally, renting out a cheap studio and living on instant noodles, biding her time until she found exactly what she wanted. A persistence hunter through and through. Her work managing accounts and sales for a local tech startup paid exceptionally well, as it should for the business she got them. She was good at what she did, but it didn't hurt that the shortstack woman was willing to offer her own ``products'' to their clients regardless of gender or sex. So, she had bought a cute little home on the edge of a quiet little neighborhood and she renovated it exactly how she wanted it. The back yard had a small pool which she delighted skinny dipping in, the house positioned such that no neighbors had a view into her yard. In fact she was usually naked from the moment she stepped in the front door until she had to walk back out of it.

Parking her car in the drive, they walked through the gate in her privacy fence, Lizzie led them to the back door. She unlocked it and stepped in, Riley following her into the very modern kitchen, all granite countertops and stainless steel appliances. Shutting the door behind them, she reached out and took Riley's hand to lead the canine through her home. Nominally it was a three bedroom, but only one room had a bed in it. One was her at-home office, and the other had been extensively renovated with some highly custom lighting and furniture.

Riley let herself be led by the hand, her tail wagging unconsciously, her heartbeat thudding in her chest. She assumed the feline was leading her to the bedroom, which she was certainly ready for. Her whole body felt warm, heat radiating up from between her thighs. Her eyes were focused on the thick ass in front of her, cheeks lifted and rounded by the tight dark jeans and accentuated with the little gray bob tail above it. She longed to push her snout under that tail.

Her heart skipped a beat when Lizzie pulled her into a room that was decidedly not a bedroom. The floor was tile, a nearly-black gray accented with burgundy squares throughout. The walls were papered with a deep emerald and silver damask pattern, broken up by wrought-iron sconces glowing with a soft yellow light. The room's decor was striking, but it was the contents that drew Riley's eye. Scattered throughout the once-bedroom were benches of different shapes constructed from dark woods, black leather, and chromed hardware. A heavy wooden ``X'' draped with chains stood against one wall, and shackles were bolted to both the floor and ceiling right in the middle.

``Holy fuck,'' she whispered, her eyes falling on the pegboard mounted to the wall covered in downright medieval looking implements.

Lizzie turned and grabbed Riley's other hand. The women were about the same height and able to easily look one another in the eye. The moment their eyes met seemed to stretch, a flash of electricity passing between them, feeling like it started in the nothing between them and spread outwards.

``I won't be gentle,'' Lizzie said, voice almost a growl.

``I don't want you to,'' Riley replied breathily.

``We could go to the bedroom if you'd rather,'' Lizzie said, giving the wolfgirl a chance to back out.

Riley just shook her head no.

``Have you done this before?''

Riley shook her head no again. ``I trust you.''

Lizzie moaned as the most sensual sentence a top could hear hit her purple-furred ears. Letting go of Riley's hands, she moved one paw between the wolf's thighs and pressed a thick pad upwards against Riley's pussy. Her other gripped Riley's narrow wolf snout.

``You want this, don't you?'' she asked, though it was more of a statement.

``Use me,'' Riley barely managed to whisper before her muzzle was sealed against Lizzie's, their maws opening and tongues darting back and forth.

Liz was careful to keep her sabers clear, their mouths' muscles dancing, twisting around one another, pushing into one then withdrawing to allow the other to do the same. Riley curled her tongue up, trailing it along the ridges on the top of Lizzie's mouth before pulling back. Still pressing her finger upwards into Riley's crotch, Liz slid her other hand behind the wolfgirl's head and pressed in, shoving her rough feline tongue as far back as she could, not quite able to make it to the back of Riley's longer snout and push it down her throat. Pulling back she broke the kiss, the two women panting, breathing hard as lust coursed through their bodies.

``Stay'' Liz ordered, pointing at Riley's feet before turning around to go get a couple implements off the wall.

Riley's ears flattened against her head at the demeaning command but she bit her lip and her tail swished a few times with excitement. She watched as Liz quickly stripped, kicking her sneakers off then pulling her t-shirt over her head, baring her upper body. Riley took in the sight of Lizzie's gray furred breasts, her toned stomach. She groaned with disappointment when Liz turned to face her before slipping her jeans down and off, depriving her of the sight of the feline's naked rear. She did at least get a look at the woman's crotch as Liz came back towards her, the dark fur of Lizzie's thighs ending at her hips, separated from the much lighter gray of her chest and stomach by a black fur marking. These drew the eye, almost directing it to her crotch where the purple skin of her pussy was visible through the thin fur. Riley was delighted to see it matched the color of Lizzie's nipples, even her eyes and ear-fur. I wonder if her tailhole is too, she thought, sure she would find out before the end of the night.

Liz had grabbed a long riding crop off the rack on the wall, as well as something small and dark that Riley couldn't quite see. Fully nude - how she generally preferred to be - Liz walked back over to the waiting wolf.

``Now then,'' Lizzie said, standing once more in front of Riley, placing the leather tongue of the crop just under Riley's chin, ``you address me as Mistress or ma'am, clear?''

``Yes, Mistress,'' Riley nodded, swallowing hard as the motion increased the pressure of the crop under her chin.

``Good.'' Lizzie's tone changed suddenly, barking out her next words. ``Inspection time! Stand up straight, legs together. You're not some street whore, are you?''

``Yes Mistress,'' Riley responded, the tone compelling her to answer before she could even think about it. ``I mean no, Mistress! I mean. Um,'' she stumbled as she brought her feet together and straightened her back, arms flat at her side, her breasts pushing forward and up.

``All right then, get that shirt off. Let's see what you've got,'' Liz ordered.

Moving to comply, Riley reached behind herself and untied the twin lengths of fabric at her waist before grabbing the hem of the blouse, pulling it up and over her head, letting it drop to the floor. Her chest was still covered in a green-lacy bra, the pattern going sheer over her nipples to reveal the soft pink nubs. With a flick of her wrist, there was a silvery flash and loud click from Lizzie's left hand as she revealed the other item she had grabbed from her arsenal of toys.

Before Riley could react, Liz had slid her knife, the blunt top of the blade facing inwards to the wolf's chest, up under the bridge of cloth between the cups and pulled, cutting through with only a little difficulty. The wolf gasped, cups falling to the side to reveal the bright white fur covering her breasts. Using the crop, Liz flicked Riley's long pink hair back over her shoulders. She deftly lifted the straps of Riley's bra, sliding one and then the other off the wolf's shoulders so it dropped to the ground to join the blouse. The cold steel in her fur, the brazenness of cutting her clothes off her had sent a jolt of adrenaline into Riley's system, the fear heightening her arousal.

``Open. Do not remove until I tell you,'' Liz ordered, tapping the button of the other woman's jeans with the tongue of the crop.

Still breathing hard from having her bra cut off, she nodded and unbuttoned her jeans. Her hands were shaking a little bit, making it hard to work each of the coppery fasteners of her button fly, but she finally did. The light blue material fell to the sides, showing the green lace panties that matched the bra that lay in two pieces on the floor. Oh god, is she going to cut that off too? Riley couldn't help but wonder, biting her lip in both fear and excitement at the thought of the knife so close to her slit. She wasn't sure if she could handle that, but she'd meant what she told Liz earlier, that she trusted the cat.

Breaking the tension with a moment of tenderness, Liz leaned in and kissed Riley again, their mouths opening once more to swap saliva, the breath from their nostrils hot. Not realizing how she had tensed, Riley moaned as her body relaxed, the passion proving to be exactly what she needed to come down, adrenaline fading but leaving the lust in its place. Pulling back the feline broke the kiss and walked around behind her.

``You hopped in the car with the first girl who said `come' like a good bitch, didn't you?'' she said, the sneer audible in her voice.

``Y-yes ma'am,'' Riley replied.

``And now here you are topless. What a slut.''

``Yes ma'am. I'm a slut.''

``Then act like it. Get that tail up.''

Riley complied, lifting her bushy tail high. The gray fur faded to white at the tip that nearly reached the top of her head. She stood still, waiting for the next order.

``Everything to your ankles, slut. Bend over and take it slow. And keep that tail up.'' Lizzie punctuated her final instruction with a quick swat of the crop, popping it against Riley's ass.

The wolf jumped a bit and squeaked more from surprise than pain, her clothes dulling the strike. Turning her head to look over her shoulder, peering through the pink hair falling about her face, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and bent forward at her hips, poking her ass out at Liz. She grinned seeing the cat's eyes glued to her rear as she slowly pushed downwards, revealing the heart of white fur that highlighted her ass and inner thighs. As the waistband slipped lower, her cheeks spread enough to show the delicate pink of her tailhole, her slit. She could feel her face flushing, the intimacy of exposing herself like that giving her a rush. Once her jeans and panties were at her ankles she stayed still, not having been instructed to do anything else.

``Now off,'' Liz ordered and Riley obeyed, stepping out of her clothes and pushing them to the side with a paw.

She returned to her prior position, standing straight upright with her legs together, but kept her tail lifted. After a moment she felt a gentle tap on each of her inner thighs. Correctly interpreting the silent command, she spread her legs, shuffling her paws a little farther as she felt a second tap until they were a bit wider than her shoulders.

Liz closed the knife with the snick of metal sliding against metal and set it down on the floor. Walking around to Riley's front, she caressed the wolfgirl's face and gave her a soft smile, reassuring and warm. It didn't last.

``All right, bitch, let's see what we've got.'' Liz began her appraisal in earnest. ``Mm, nice size, lovely shape. Oh, a delicious bounce as well,'' she said as she gave each of Riley's tits a harder slap with the crop, watching them jiggle and eliciting a yip, but the wolf didn't flinch. ``A fine curve.'' She traced the line down Riley's abdomen with the leather tongue, discussing it like she was inspecting a particularly juicy cut of meat at a butcher. With a grin, she slipped the crop between Riley's legs and lightly tapped upwards.

``Mm-ohh''

Pressing up, she dragged the crop out and watched the strand of the girl's lubricant bridging her body and the leather stretch until it broke. Liz brought it to her face and inhaled, breathing in the sweet musk of Riley's arousal, the same scent that had been on her all night but amplified, direct from the source. She lunged forward and buried her face in Riley's neck fur, mouth open just a touch, and sniffed deep. Riley shuddered as the predator truly took in the smell of her prey, the scent locking itself into her brain. Liz pulled back, practically drooling and returned to the wolf's backside.

``Bend and spread.''

Riley obeyed, once more bending at the hips, reaching down to put her palms on the floor. She was completely exposed, naked and spread, her holes bared for Lizzie to inspect. The pink lips of her pussy pulled apart enough to reveal her entrance, wet and glistening with her body's lubricant. Even the white fur of her inner thigh was a duller gray, coated with her stickiness. She yipped when she felt something push into it, Lizzie's finger finding little enough resistance to slide in to the knuckle.

``Very wet, excellent. Not too loose, but not too tight either,'' Liz continued her appraisal. ``Bit of a slut, aren't we? How many cocks have been in this hole?''

``Uh, about a dozen, ma'am,'' Riley answered. Though she wouldn't have hesitated to tell her friend about her trysts, somehow being asked like that, the power dynamic between the two, she felt as though she was being judged. Was that too many lovers? Did it make her the slut Lizzie accused her of being? Did she want the be the slut she was accused of being? She wasn't prone to one-night-stands but she was no prude. Despite that, Coda had been the most consistent booty call in her life as of late. Whether she was one or not, she wanted to be called ``slut'' again.

A little moan escaped her muzzle as the finger slid back out of her, leaving her wanting more. It quickly shifted to a grunt of discomfort, however, and she grimaced as the digit pushed instead into her tailhole, stretching the little pink ring.

``And this one?'' Liz asked.

``I...I think just one. I don't know.''

``You don't know if you've had more than one cock in this pretty little ass?''

``Well,'' Riley hesitated, glad that she didn't have to look at Lizzie's face as she answered. Somehow pointing her butt directly at the woman was less embarrassing than looking at her as she discussed her sex life so matter-of-factly. ``I don't know if Coda did too, while...while I was out. I think he did but I wouldn't let him tell me.''

``Oh fuck, that's right. Shit, I wish I could have been there to watch that,'' Liz muttered. ``You're a freaky little bitch aren't you?''

``No ma'am,'' was her immediate, instinctual response. She was a good girl, a good little wolfy who didn't just sleep around and let any old boy stick his dick in her, much less in her butt. Anal sex was for pornstars and girls desperate to please their boyfriends. The fact that she was bent over naked in her friend's home dungeon with a finger up her ass said otherwise, and a quick swat to her buttocks from the crop reminded her not to lie. ``Yes, Mistress! I'm a freaky little bitch!''

``Damn fucking right you are, shit.'' Lizzie said appreciatively. She adored finding the filth in others and bringing it up to the surface. It was so much more fun that way.

She pulled her finger back out, much more slowly than she had withdrawn it from the warmth of Riley's pussy, not wanting to hurt her too much. Yet.

``And how many women?''

``Three,'' Riley answered. ``Well, you're the third, Mistress.''

Liz nodded, glad she wasn't the first on that front as well. Breaking too many ``cherries'' in one sitting could be too much. She wanted Riley to come back for more, not regret coming home with her.

``All right then, miss Freaky Little Bitch, let's get started. I think this body will do juuuuust fine.''

Finished with her inspection, she led Riley over to the shackles in the middle of the room. While she would normally start a newbie out on a spanking bench, Liz sensed that this little wolf could take something more intense. She merely pointed the riding crop at the spreader bar bolted to the floor and Riley moved to obey, placing her paws near the shiny chrome-plated rings. Liz lowered the matching bar from the ceiling - the last bottom in it had been a much taller male - until it was at the right height. She closed the cuffs around Riley's wrists, opening the girls palms and placing the fingers against the leather-wrapped bar there so that she could grab it and wouldn't have to support her weight just against the cuffs. Kneeling, she did the same for Riley's paws, locking her ankles into the spread bar's cuffs.

While she was there, she pressed her wide feline nose just barely between the wolf's cheeks, inhaling, internalizing Riley's scent. Overwhelmingly it was her arousal, the sweet musk of the woman's lubrication, the indescribable scent of her pheromones, as though she was in heat. Underneath that was a base of a deeper musk, the slight scent of sweat and skin emanating from between her thighs, her cheeks. Lizzie loved the way a girl smelled, especially from her more intimate areas.

Finally ready to really get into it, she practically skipped the few paces to her toy wall and snagged a small foam baseball bat, the sort you could get at the toy store for kids to play wiffle-ball with. The foam made it deceptive; a good swing still packed a wallop but it was light enough she could bounce it off a firm butt without much force and just impart a nice warming thud. She stepped in front of Riley and grinned, the pair of sharp sabers glinting yellow in the low light of the sconces. Liz considered grabbing her phone to swap them all to red, but it was too late now. She suspected there would be other chances to play around with the ambiance.

``You like getting fucked by big dicks, don't you?'' she asked.

``Y-yes, Mistress.''

The response earned her a quick pop on her left nipple, Lizzie's wrist flicking the crop so the tip of the leather tongue snapped the sensitive nub and pulled away quickly, the impact leaving it stinging.

``That's because you're a filthy slut,'' Lizzie said, landing a matching strike on Riley's other breast and eliciting a high-pitched yelp from the woflgirl.

``Nnn, yes ma'am, I'm a slut,'' Riley said.

Her mind was awash in conflicting emotions. She fed off the degradation. The embarrassment heightened her arousal, which only served to embarrass her further. It was a positive feedback loop of lust. She had never really explored pain play much, beyond a little bit of rough fucking or some spanking during sex, but the stinging heat radiating from her nipples was not unpleasant, after the initial burst of pain.

``Sluts. Get. What. They. Deserve.''

Lizzie punctuated each word with a slap to Riley's pussy, the crop providing a contrast of pain and pleasure as it flicked Riley's clit. Liz allowed the tongue to linger, pressing it upwards more before pulling back, providing a deeper impact that served to provide a jolt of pleasure. Each swat forced an adorably breathy sound from Riley's muzzle. Liz could see the girl's tail twitching behind her as though the nerves sent a signal straight from her clit to the big bushy appendage. Twisting her forearm a little less vigorously, Lizzie tapped repeatedly on Riley's clit, the pain lessening and shifting into ecstasy, each bump causing her entire nervous system to feel like it was overloaded in a flash, causing her body to spasm, the chains above her to clink and rattle against one another.

Deciding it was time to step things up, she walked back to the rack on the wall and placed the crop on its hook. Underneath was a toolbox, like what you see in a mechanic's shop or garage, black and chrome with a half dozen narrow drawers. Pulling a couple out, Lizzie looked through until she found what she wanted. A little purple cone that tapered and then flared back out. There was a button on the base as well. Pumping a few gobs of lube from the canister sitting on top of the toolbox, she greased it up and then wiped her hand on the fur of her leg. It wouldn't do to lose grip on the bat, and she could wash the lube out later. Or Riley can, she thought to herself, briefly picturing the girl kneeling in front of her in the shower, gently shampooing her fur.

She set the bat down and caressed Riley's ass with her free hand, gently cupping the plump cheeks, admiring the plush white fur. She squeezed and kneaded the soft globes, enjoying the moans of delight from the wolf who had, without needing to be told, lifted her tail to give Lizzie access. The gentleness was a nice break from the sting of the crop, allowing her body a breather. After a minute of this, Liz gripped one cheek and pulled it to the side, spreading Riley's ass once more exposing the pretty pink hole.

Riley gasped as she felt something cold touch her tailhole, cold and firm. It warmed quickly against her body, however, but it remained firm as Liz slowly pressed it inwards. She moaned, at first trying to pull away from the intrusion before freezing, afraid she would get a punishing smack again, then bent forward as best she could given her restraints, pushing her butt backwards. Liz smirked as she watched the wolf change her direction from retreat to acceptance without having to say anything.

``You learn quick, don't you? Good girl,'' she said, praising Riley's behavior.

With the one, or possibly two, exceptions, Riley never had anything more than a finger in her rear. She enjoyed it, but her partners were typically well thicker than a finger and she didn't want to get stretched that much. She couldn't deny a certain enjoyment of the thorough soreness she had awoken with after her ``blind date,'' however. She was thankful that Liz had selected a plug that was maybe two fingers wide at its flare, giving her a delightfully full sensation as it slid inside, stretching her hole to, but not past, its limits.

And then she gasped, her maw wide open, as an entirely new sensation rumbled through her. Liz had pressed the little button on the base, turning on its vibration function. It wasn't too intense, not being directly against her clit or g-spot, but her body did transmit the buzzing the short distance from her asshole to her pussy. It was a dull but consistent pleasure, radiating from her nethers, rather than the short spikes of sensation the crop had been delivering before. She wanted to squeeze her legs together, to press her thighs in and put pressure on her clit, but the spreader bar kept her from doing so.

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Her eyes snapped wide and her muzzle opened, but no sound came out. Her entire body had tensed up, her nerves aware of what just happened but her brain unable to acknowledge it at first. Then the dam broke and she fully felt the pain from Lizzie's bat thudding into her ass.

``SHIT'' she shouted, hissing as the pain made its way down into her glutes, where it radiated outwards, shifting from the initial sharpness into a dull warmth.

Lizzie grinned, delighting in her ``victim's'' reaction.

``Get that tail back up where it belongs, slut,'' she said, putting anger in her voice.

Riley hadn't even realized that she had flicked it down, unconsciously reacting to guard her booty from the assault. Whimpering, she lifted it back up, but already the sensations from the vibrator had overcome the hurt and she was ready for more. She wasn't about to admit that, however, neither to Lizzie nor even herself.

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Lizzie continued to work her girl over, varying the force, the rhythm of the impacts. She moved down to Riley's thighs, up to her shoulders, even giving the wolfgirl's heavy breasts a good series of bops. Not as hard, but hard enough. After what felt to Riley like an eternity but was really only about twenty minutes, the two were breathing heavily from the exertion.

Riley was in space, her limbs limp with an unexpected floaty sensation. She was still holding on to the grips above her wrist cuffs, but it was a reflexive grip, her mind was not involved in that in the slightest. Her ass was warm, blood rushing to the area of her ``injury.'' However, her nipples were completely stiff, the pink eraser nubs poking through her white chest fur, and her thighs were coated with stickiness from the continuous trickle of fluid from her snatch.

``Do you need to cum?'' Lizzie asked, her snout close to Riley's, her voice a low whisper.

``Yes ma'am,'' she replied almost automatically, more wanting to acquiesce to whatever Liz asked of her than any real awareness of her needs or desires. What she desired was what Lizzie desired.

What she shortly became aware of, however, was warmth against her lips, a powerful tongue prying her muzzle open. She didn't resist, letting her jaw go slack, moaning but otherwise simply letting Lizzie do as she pleased. Her mouth was full of the other woman's tongue. It was comfort.

The plug was still buzzing in her tailhole. The sensitive nerves in her anus had nearly gone numb from the constant bombardment of sensation, but now a new feeling joined it. A finger, then a second finger easily slid into her pussy, finally opening that entrance more than the moment just for Lizzie's initial inspection. They began to move, slipping in and out, curling forwards to press against her g-spot at the same time the soft pad on Liz's palm bumped her clit. The symphony of sensation did not take long to push her over the edge. The lingering pain from Lizzie's ``abuse,'' deep in her muscles, the arousal from being used and degraded, the soft passion of the kiss, and now the direct and intense stimulation of all of her holes.

She rode up to her peak, held on the edge by her physical exhaustion and the slow numbness in her ass, until finally the onslaught of fingers in her pussy the soft pawpad hitting the sensitive button buried in her folds. Riley came with a ``fuck!'' that was muffled by Lizzie's mouth, her body shaking in its restraints. All of her muscles seemed to tense up at once and then release. It felt like her mind, her emotions poured out through her pussy, not squirting but her body's lubricant seeped out in a consistent flow, soaking Lizzie's hand. The waves of ecstasy kept washing over her, blanking her mind into a soft static.

Lizzie pulled back, removing her tongue from Riley's mouth and her finger's from Riley's cunt. Moving quickly she stepped around and turned the vibrator off, figuring she could remove it from the pink-ringed tailhole later. She took a moment to lick her fingers clean, enjoying the taste but doing it as much for practicality. Liz reached up and unclasped the shackles, gently lowering each of Riley's arms back to her sides. Similarly she bent down and opened the ankle cuffs.

Once the wolfgirl was free, Liz led her over to a soft circle of carpet in front of a plush, leather-upholstered chair in the corner of the room. Carefully, she helped Riley down to a kneeling position, then stood in front of her. She wanted to get off, to cum on Riley's tongue, but she wanted something else even more.

``Taste me,'' she ordered.

Riley was coming up from the depths of her orgasm, still a little floaty, and still more than willing to do as she was told. Extending her tongue, her heart thudding in her chest, she leaned forward, finally exactly where she wanted to be, with her face between the sabertooth's muscular thighs and lapping at the delicious purple-skinned folds of her cunt. She moaned into Lizzie's crotch, hungrily probing for the feline's entrance, finding it and pressing inwards. Grabbing the wolf's soft, pointed ears Lizzie pulled her back. She turned around and lifted the little bobtail.

``Taste me,'' she ordered again, bending forward just a tad.

Her meaning was obvious and Riley happily obliged, burying her long wolf's snout between the sabertooth's muscular buttocks. A tiny fragment of her mind that was still aware realized with delight that the woman's tailhole was the same color purple that accented her fur, her chest. She lapped at the puckered ring, quickly burying her tongue into it. There was no subtlety, no teasing, it was a feral drive to have her alpha's scent marking her, to take it into herself. Liz was moaning, loving the oral stimulation of her ass. Before it pushed her too far and drove her to finger herself she pulled away again.

Liz turned and smiled down at the girl, seeing her ears back and her eyes turned upwards in a look of disappointment, almost sadness that she was no longer eating Lizzie's tailhole. The feline dropped into a crouch in front of Riley, the thick scent of her own lust wafting up from between her spread legs. Their eyes met once more.

``I don't want this to end,'' she said, the harsh pretense from their power play dropped.

Riley bit her lip and nodded.

``I want you to be my freaky little slut. My freaky little slut,'' Lizzie continued.

``Yes, Mistress'' Riley responded with more passion in the title than there had been before.

``Sit here. Stay'' Liz ordered for the second time that night.

Riley sat up straighter, her butt resting on her heels as she knelt in the plush semicircle of rug. Liz padded quickly out of the room, rummaging through some drawers somewhere down the hall. When she came back, there was a black leather cord in her left hand. With her right, Lizzie stuck her middle finger in her mouth, pushing the digit as deep as it would go. She followed that by reaching between her legs, slipping it into her pussy, easily burying it to the knuckle in one push, then withdrew and slid it back until she swiped the tip against her own puckered tailhole.

Now saturated completely with her scent, she swiped the digit along Riley's cheeks, her combined fluids leaving a small glistening streak in the gray and white fur. Then she pushed it into Riley's mouth where the wolf eagerly suckled on it, her dark purple irises looking hungrily up at Liz. She pulled her finger back out.

``I've marked you with my scent. Wear it with pride,'' Lizzie said and leaned down, placing the leather cord around Riley's neck, clasping the thin black collar at the back.

She hadn't known exactly what she wanted from Lizzie when she walked into the bar earlier that night, but as the collar closed around her neck she felt at home and knew that this was what she wanted.

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