0 comments/ 15669 views/ 3 favorites Animal Instincts By: IdleFactotum I was on holiday taking some time out from the daily grind, I'd been saving for what seemed like years to finance this little jaunt across the USA. I'd made my way from the east coast, heading west and was staying in a small town outside, Clarkes Ville. I chose to visit small towns and avoid the major cities as I believed this would enable me to experience the true nature of the country, rather than the usual tourist hype. I'd been to the local bar just having a few drinks, I am always amazed how friendly the locals are and enjoyed there uncomplicated hospitality. But it was late and I was feeling the worst for wear. The Southern Comfort making me light headed. It was very quiet out on the street, hardly surprising as it was coming up to midnight. As I came to the end of the street there was a petrol station on the corner, I was about to take a short cut around the back and miss out the forecourt, when I noticed two people. One a petite woman, the other a much larger man, something seemed out of place. The woman was standing facing the man, while he had his back to me. I could make out he had something in his right hand, thrust out before him, I couldn't make out quite what it was from this distance. His left hand was raised as it beckoned to her. I moved forward concealing myself in the shadows behind a drain pipe. I hadn't been noticed. I could hear the man talking now "Gimme your god damn purse, I ain't gonna ask you a third time. " I could see the woman more clearly now, she was a little shorter then myself, blonde hair trim figure in her jeans and shirt, clutching the purse to her chest. She had the look of a frightened deer caught in the bright lights of a speeding car. The man on the other hand was large, taller then myself by a few inches he was wearing jeans, trainers and a black leather jacket, I could clearly see the knife now - a vicious looking 12" hunting knife. , he lunged at the woman making a grab for her bag, she managed to skip back a couple of paces still clutching her purse close to herself. "Hey" I heard a voice cry out, amazed to find that it was mine. What surprised me even more was the fact that I had already stepped out of the shadows and was in plain view. The mugger turned quickly pointing the sharp end of trouble my way. My mind was racing time slowing down for what seemed to turn seconds into minutes. "What the fuck do you want asshole, I'll cut your fucking balls off" the mugger bragged. He seemed larger to me now, I could feel butterflies gathering in my stomach, my legs turning to jelly. I tried to focus my mind as sweat erupted from my brow. Stay calm I repeated in my mind stay loose, anticipate nothing react when you need to. He was walking toward me now his frame blocking my view of the woman, I could see it all perfectly now as the blade came my way. His right hand extended, he wasn't experienced in knife fighting he had over reached. I stepped out to my left placing my right hand on his wrist pulling him even further off balance rotating my hips to my left, swiveling on the ball of my left foot as my right foot flew into his mid section. I was rewarded with a low grunt, the wind being knocked out of him, I retained the hold on his wrist and reinforced it with my left hand locking his hand at a awkward angle trying to make him let got of the knife. He started to resist, this wasn't good. As I prepared to kick him in the face his hind quarters lifted 2 feet up in the air, instantly dropping the knife, his large frame collapsing to the floor. Ashley had kicked him between his legs from behind. I was most impressed by this. I let him drop and kicked the knife away into the darkness. As he began to rise groaning holding his hands up, the fight gone out of him. I grabbed him by his collar and his belt at the back of his jeans and run him down the ally. "Go on get out of here" I shouted at him as I watched him stumble away into the night. I turned to the woman to see her shaking, "Its alright , he's gone now" I reassured her. "Thank you. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come along. " "Not to worry he's gone now. Hey your shaking" "Hold me" she whispered. I gathered her in my arms, I could feel her firm breasts pushing into me. My hands on her tiny waist pulling her hips towards me. The soft sweet scent of her hair filling my nostrils. I could feel myself getting aroused. I knew she could feel it too as I pulled her closer. I was suppressed to find she moaned gently and kissed my neck, her fingers running through my hair. I bent my head down and kissed her gently on the lips surprised at my forwardness. I was feeling pumped up still from the fight and I wanted to take this woman now, animal urges that normally lay dormant were now fully awake. I tangled my tongue in hers relishing in the delight as she sucked it deep into her mouth. My hands sliding down to her tight ass pulling her firm cheeks up making her gasp in surprise. "I want you now" I whispered. " I want you too. " she replied "But not here my car is just over there, I only live just up the road. " "Shall I drive" "Yes I'd prefer that if you don't mind" We were at her house in minutes, I parked the car right outside her door. When she'd got out I locked the doors and tossed her the key's. As soon as she closed the door behind me, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled our faces close together. Kissing me deeply. I was a little surprised at first but responded quickly by entwining my tongue in hers. Pulling her hips towards mine by the belt loops on her jeans, pushing my thigh between her legs spreading them a little. Then running my hands up her back feeling the firm supple muscles beneath her shirt, our tongues pressing against each others. She then started to rub her crotch back and forth along my thigh, I tightened the muscles of my thigh to aid the friction. Her shirt was easily untucked and I undid her buttons pulling them apart from the bottom, her shirt popping open one button at a time. Her pert breasts enclosed in a black satin bra, I slipped a hand round her back and deftly undid it. Within a second her breasts where released, a small moan escaped her. I started to knead her tits like two small pieces of dough, my hands rubbing her nipples making them hard. Her own hands working on my jeans. Undoing the belt and frantically pulling my button and fly open. A cool hand shoved inside raided my shorts and grabbing my hot hard cock, my eyes blinking in surprise at her cool touch. She broke off the kiss and led me to the couch not letting go of my cock, she sat down with me standing between her spread knees as she flicked her tongue against the tip of my cock. A low moan issued from me at the touch of her warm wet tongue. Her hands pulling my shorts and jeans down in one go, I kicked my trainers off and pulling my own jacket and shirt off, throwing them onto a convenient chair. Her tongue cradling my helmet just letting it rest there. She took my meaty flesh in her mouth licking her warm moist mouth down the length of my shaft, and back up again ever so slowly. Her saliva making my purple head glisten, she rolled her tongue around my sensitive helmet making me stand on tip toe. Her soft mouth enveloping my throbbing cock, taking me whole. Her hands pulling on my hips making rock back and forth as she used her mouth to fuck my dick. Taking me deep into her throat, her eyes looking up into mine, my hands on her head assisting her rhythm, clenching my buttocks on every forward thrust. Her soft delicate hands stroking my balls, then holding them both and giving a little squeeze. I gasped. And pulled my cock from her mouth. I didn't want to cum just. "Your turn now," I said in dry whisper. I knelt down in front of her and pulled down her jeans. She raised her ass up to let the rough fabric slide over her small perfect buttocks. I slowly tugged them down her smooth legs pulling her trainers off at the same time. She had already stripped off her shirt and bra. Laying back in just her tiny black satin thong. I'd never seen a woman looking so horny Her pussy was out lined in the shiny material. So I ran a finger up between her lips looking directly into her eyes watching them roll back as she stretched out her relaxed body, spreading her legs for me, her hands on her inner thighs. Moving them to clasp my hand directing it to her most private place. I rubbed two fingers up and down her covered crack, feeling her heat emanate through the material, a damp patch emerging, I lowered my head pulling the sexy lingerie aside, kissing her inner thighs, from one side to the other. Then on to her moist cunt starting at the bottom, probing higher until locating her erect clit. Rapidly flicking the tip of my tongue on to it. Sending shudders all the way up her spine. It was hard to contain my own excitement as I watched her breasts become flushed, her face blushing, and perspiration beading her brow. Her breath was deeper, her tongue keeping her lips moist, and her pussy getting wetter and wetter, moans and whimpers escaping her. Rotating her hips in small circles and pressing her pussy against my mouth. I pushed my tongue deep in to her sodden pussy, tasting her juices. Her own hands grabbing her tits and twisting her nipples savagely. All the while my tongue worming it's way deeper and her hips pushing her musky scented cunt hard on to my face. I could feel her begin to come as her writhings became more urgent. Hips bucking, rubbing her soaking pussy straight up and down. Twisting and pulling her nipples in frenzy. Suddenly her hands pulling my face tightly to her sopping cunt as she screamed in ecstasy. A gush of warm liquid flowing into my mouth over my tongue, spilling on to my cheeks and down my chin. Lapping at her drenched pussy as the last of her shudders pulse through her. I looked up at her flushed face, a silly grin starting to emerge on it. "You've got my cum all over your face. Come closer, I want to lick it off" She purred. I laid down on top of her body, as our faces became close she stretched out her soft moist tongue and began to caress my face in purposeful strokes, up each cheek and then across my chin. Licking her own cum from my face. My stiff shaft was lying on her flat tummy, the base pressed on to her pubic bone. I raised my ass and let the tip drop down to her cum soaked pussy. My swollen purple helmet nudging it's way past her lips, entering her tight pussy. Forcing the head up inside her, expanding the confines of her juicy little hole. Her warm cum running down my thick shaft and over my balls, as it got displaced by the throbbing hot thick rod of flesh, penetrating her narrow passage. I could see her eyes widen as the tip went in. A little look of surprise at the invasion, then a look of satisfaction, as her slippery wet cunt allowed passage and the throbbing member squashed her cervix. I slid my cock out so the tip had almost passed her lips. Then shoved it in again roughly. Repeating this a couple of times, my hips moving faster and faster, the strokes long and deliberate. My hot poker stoking her fire, making her breathe heavily as she clung to my sweating body. Her nails leaving tracks in my back, my grunts of exertion matching her moans of pleasure. My white ass flashing up and down, making her nubile body jolt with every thrust. My cock just couldn't hold out any longer and neither could her pussy, her nails dug in my back as her teeth bit into my shoulder, stifling her scream. My own groans of pleasure and ecstasy issuing forth as hot sticky globes of cum erupted from my pulsating cock filling her slippery cunt mixing with her own and spilling out and dribbling down the crack of her ass. Our two hot sticky bodies lay limp for a while as we just kissed each other gently. Letting our own emotions flow through ourselves totally relaxed in each others arms. I peeled off her sodden thong and carried her to the bathroom where we showered and soaped each others bodies. Towlling each other dry, she led me to the bedroom where we took our ease with each other not talking but just being so very natural with each other. Animal Instincts The night was cool, inviting as I watched the young woman across the street. She stood outside of the small diner, just off work. She lit a cigarette, glancing around nervously as she smoked just under the street light. Her dirty, dark blond hair was pulled back from her face in a ponytail, exposing her rather gaunt face and emphasizing the dark circles under her eyes. She was overly thin, most likely due to substance abuse and stress. Her uniform stank of stale cigarettes and burnt coffee, the two blending together to create a nauseating mix. I glanced at my wristwatch. Fuck. Eight thirty already. She'll have to do. I needed to get home soon, but the task must be taken care of first. But still, it wouldn't do to not get any sleep for school. I watched as the young waitress took one last drag from her cigarette before throwing the butt to the ground. She hoisted her purse farther up her shoulder and started her trek home. Her low heeled shoes echoed behind her as they struck the concrete, the only sound to be heard other than distant traffic. The streets in this neighborhood were empty this late at night, with most everyone afraid of being mugged or murdered. Silly notion, really. Crime was rare here, despite the popular belief of most. I slipped out from the doorway in which I stood, following behind the waitress like some dark malevolent shadow. She eventually turned down a side street that lead into apartments for governmental housing cases. The very air of this place carries despair, hopelessness, decay. I'm disgusted by this, but the task must be carried out, it's my duty to the world. The woman stops in front of a pale green apartment whose lawn was littered with toys, a testament to the toddler who lived there. She unlocked the door, and soon disappears inside. I lingered in the shadow for a few moments, just long enough for the woman to begin her usual routine in her home. I crept alongside the apartment, listening as a drunken fool berated the young woman. Breaking glass accompanied the argument, masking beautifully any noise I made opening the back door. I slipped inside, my stomach turning as I caught whiff of rotting garbage and mold. I swallowed back my disgust, and continued into the house. The fight raged on, the drunken man beating the girl. Her cries rang out crystal clear, imprinting my mind with the memory of her pain. Moving through the filthy kitchen, and equally filthy dining room, I rounded the corner to the small living room and stopped just inside. They didn't notice me watching them, watching as he pulled her hair and punched her face. Their small daughter, who couldn't be more than three, watched too as her father beat her mother, crying for him to stop the whole time. Such a waste, really. All that rage used against a mere woman. Oh well. The drunk punched the limp body of the woman one last time before releasing her to fall to the floor. He turned around, and finally noticed me. "What the fuck are you doing in my house, kid? Get the hell out or I'll beat your ass too." I didn't say anything, instead just smiled as I began to approach him. "What, you laughing at me, you god damned little son of a bitch? You need to be taught some respect," he slurred as he took a swing at my head. I dodged easily, laughing as he missed, then stepped even closer. The drunk looked at me, fear filling his eyes, and screamed with the voice of one who is damned. I made quick work of him, cutting off that sound by making sure his throat wouldn't work any longer. He fell to the floor, gasping like a fish out of water, blood pouring down what remained of his neck. The child continued to scream, but no longer for the same reason. The smell of waste was filling the air, the stench almost unbearable. I approached the screaming girl, and attempted to sooth her with a gentle arm around her shoulders. She flinched away, with good reason. After all, her father was just murdered in front of her, and now death wanted her too. I decided to not play it out any longer than I needed to, and just broke the child's neck. The snap was loud, and the death instant. No need to be cruel to the innocent when you can avoid it. I carefully laid the body of the child on the floor, and turned my attention to her mother. I dragged the woman into the kitchen, and carefully pulled up the stained uniform. She moaned a little, just now stirring from unconsciousness. Her panties were easily enough removed, and soon I began to fulfill my duty. As soon as I thrust inside her, she whimpered in pain, and her eyes flew open. It took her a few moments to register that I was not her drunken husband, but someone else. She shrieked wildly underneath me, squirming to try to get away from my increasingly violent thrusts. My hands pushed her back down, and I grabbed her face, forcing her to look me in the eyes. I stared down at her with a cold emptiness that spoke volumes to her. Her shrieks softened to whimpers of pain, then to nothing. She finally accepted her fate, my dominance over her. The hot feel of her pussy surrounding my cock was almost unbearable as I thrust harder and harder, forcing pained mewls from the young woman's throat. I soon finished my task, leaving her lying on the floor, babbling incoherently about a demon. I wonder if she means me? I used her restroom to clean up as best I could before leaving for home. Halfway there, I stopped in an alley I used regularly to fish a bag with a change of clothes out from behind a dumpster. I changed, and threw the bloody clothes inside a metal barrel and torched them. I didn't leave until I was certain they had burned. *** I returned home, coming through the front door, and started up the stairs in an attempt to avoid my mother. It didn't work out the way I'd have liked it to. "Robbie?" My mother's shrill voice rang out from the living room. "Are you just now getting home, dear?" I walked back down the stairs and into the room where my mother sat watching the news. "I'm sorry for coming home so late. I had some studying I needed to get done tonight. SAT's are coming soon, you know." "I know sweetie, I know. Dinner is in the fridge if you're hungry. Next time give me a call so I won't worry about you. It's not safe these days." You have no idea... "I promise to call you next time, mom. I'll see you in the morning." "Good night, sweetie." "Good night, mom." I made my way up the stairs to the shower, and was soon cleaning away the filth of the world from my body. I dressed and went to my room for needed sleep when I finished. Flopping down on the bed, I wondered briefly if my seed would take in the new bitch. No matter. There will be plenty more for me to try with. I drifted off into a nightmare plagued sleep, the only time I ever feel anything. The only thin I ever feel. Fear. Fear for myself. *** It's been a few days since my last hunt, and I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever find someone more acceptable than the last. It shouldn't be that hard, considering the shape the woman was in, but I haven't been successful. So, here I am, sitting in the public library, studying like I'm always claiming to be. I focus on the subject before me, oblivious to anything around me, until... My heart sped up, and chills ran down my spine. My blood pounded in my ears as I looked up from my books. There she was, perfection scented like vanilla and her own more personal musk, walking slowly past my table. She caught me staring, and smiled sweetly. "Hi," she said, her voice sending more chills up my spine. Her hair was a rich brown and hung behind her like a long heavy curtain, moving slightly as if of it's own accord. Her pale green eyes were haunting, beautiful. She wore a pale blue sweater and jeans that hugged her body, displaying her generous curves and tiny waist She didn't look much older than me, still in her teens. I felt my hormones surging as she continued toward me. "Hello." She was now standing beside my table, her scent nearly overwhelming me. A fire burned within me, a hunger that this girl created. She was perfect, a woman that would make the perfect life mate. "I was wondering if you could help me find a copy of Bitten. The librarian said it would be around here, and I can't find it," she said, still smiling at me. "Certainly, miss..." "Oh, my name is Jen." I stood up, and went to the stacks, searching briefly before pulling the book off the shelf. "Here you go, Jen." "Thanks. Hey, you didn't tell me your name," she said as she took the book. My mouth had gone dry, and my voice stuck in my throat a little. 'My name... my name is Robert. It is very nice to meet you." Jen sat down at my table, and turned one of my books toward her. "Oh, I shouldn't have bothered you. I should probably let you get back to your studies." I sat down and placed my hand on her forearm. "No, stay. please. I was just about done anyway." "Are you sure? I remember all too well what it was like in school. I just graduated last year." Hmm. She really isn't much older than I am... "Oh, I'm sure. Would you like to," I started, not really comfortable talking with her. "Would you like to do something sometime?" Jen blushed a little. "You just met me. Why would you want to ask me out? I could be some kind of serial killer or something." "For a date with you, I'll take my chances." "Alright, sure. How about tomorrow night? It's a friday, so you'd have time to catch up with your school work..." "Tomorrow is perfect," I said eagerly, perhaps a bit too eagerly. "Where should I pick you up?" Jen grabbed a pencil and a piece of paper from the pile of my things, and wrote down her address and phone number. "I'll be ready around seven. See you then." She handed me the paper and walked away with her book, leaving just her lingering perfume to remind me she was even real. *** The date went well, I thought as I pulled up outside Jen's house and parked. I had taken her to dinner, and after to see a movie, the typical gestures that normal people make while trying to woo a potential partner. "Thanks for the great evening," Jen said as she opened her door. "It was my pleasure," I replied. Now invite me in, and we can finish this properly. "Would you like to come in for a soda or something?" "Yes, I would." I shut off the engine and got out of the car to follow Jen inside her home. It was a nice place, clean well furnished, but not overly elaborate. I looked at the pictures of her and and older man, wondering who he was. Jen caught me staring at the pictures, and smiled. "That's my brother Rick." "I see," I replied. "You live with him?" "Yeah, it's cheaper for us to rent a place together. We moved out here from Kansas a few months ago. We needed to get away from there. Too many bad memories after mom and dad died." "My apologies." "No need for you to apologize," Jen said. "It was just a freak accident." She turned her back to me, and headed toward the kitchen. I stalked after her slowly, ready to take her. Then I heard the front door open. "Jen?" A voice called out. "You home?" "Yeah, I'm in the kitchen with a friend." My heart pounded in my chest. If I had been a little quicker, this man would have caught me, and I'd have never completed my duties. I needed time to regroup. Rick walked into the kitchen, and stopped just in front of me. A strange look crossed his face, as if he saw some thing he recognized in my eyes. I stared back, refusing to submit to his dominance. We continued to watch each other until Jen came over and laid a hand on Rick's arm. "Robert, this is my brother, Rick. Rick, this is my date, Robert." "It's nice to meet you Rick," I said with a low tone. "Same here," he replied, continuing to study me. "I'm going to head home, Jen. It's getting pretty late, and I'm sure you guys don't want a stranger here at this hour." "What about your soda?" She asked. "I'll take a rain check," I said with a smile. " Catch you later." I walked out of the house, frustrated with the lack of success. The brother has to go. I'll take care of him after I get my prize. *** I stood waiting in the shadows for Rick to leave, and it wasn't long before he did so. It has been a few days since my failed hunt, and I haven't spoken to Jen at all since then. With Rick gone, however, I'd get my mate tonight. I approached the house, and knocked on the door. Inside I could hear Jen moving down the hall to answer the door. "Hello... oh hey. You never called me. I thought you decided I was a loser after all. Come in," she said holding open the door for me. "I'm terribly sorry about that," I replied, brushing past her. "I've been busy with my studies, and other things." "Well, I was just getting ready to watch a movie. Care to join me?" "I'd love to. Now, about that rain check on the soda," I started. "What kind would you like? I've got coke, and orange crush." "Orange crush please. Caffeine upsets my stomach." Jen was already heading into the kitchen. "You too, huh? Rick's the same way." I followed her closely, leaving only a small space between us. She tried to open the refrigerator door, and found me to be in the way. "You'll need to move if you want the soda," she said, a hint of anxiety in her voice. "I don't want the soda," I replied softly, a low growl in my voice. Jen tried to inch away from me, but I grabbed her arm and spun her around, forcing her arm behind her just high enough to cause a little pain when she struggled. "I don't want to hurt you, Jen. You're special, not like other females," I said as I stroked her hair with my free hand. "Please, let me go, I'll do anything, anything you want, just don't hurt me." I began to move forward, still holding her arm behind her back. She moved along with me, whimpering in pain. "I'm just fulfilling my duties, you see. I need to breed, Jen. I need to bring more of my kind into the world so that I'm not the only one who exists. But you're special. I want you for my life mate. I want you with me always, to have my children, to warm my bed," I whispered into her ear. Jen began sobbing, blood warm tears rolled down her face soaking into her shirt. "Don't do this, god, please don't do this..." I lifted her up from the floor after releasing her arm, and began to walk down the hall with her, kicking open doors to find her room. She struggled the whole time, but one could hardly blame her. After all, she didn't yet know that I was dominant enough to breed her. I brought her inside, and tossed her on the bed. I turned my back briefly to lock her door. But before I turned around, I heard a click, and could smell gun oil. Jen was standing beside the bed, a nine millimeter hand gun held in her trembling hands, pointed right at me."Get out, Robert. I smiled at her, and slowly walked forward. "You can't kill me, Jen. I am no mortal man." "I'm warning you, I'll use it," she said as she backed up. "Give me the gun, and I won't have to hurt you Jen." "Fuck off. Get the hell out of my house." "I can't do that. You are mine now. My mate, and you have to help me." "Never!" Jen screamed. "Not if you were the last man on earth." "Suit your self," I said as I lunged at her. As I sailed forward, I heard the gun go off, and felt a hot pain in my chest. I collapsed onto the floor, steam rising from the wound in my chest. I looked down at myself, covered in blood, and felt myself fading. The pain that accompanies death wasn't as bad as one might think. Jen came forward and pointed the gun right in my face. "It's silver, mother fucker." I opened my mouth to ask how, but was cut short by one last gun shot. Then, there was nothing. Animal Instincts I lead a double life. Most of the time, I'm a middle aged corporate worker with a crappy marriage and a heavy coffee addiction. I have trouble staying awake through the day and trouble sleeping through the night. But that's just most of the time. On the fifth of every month, I go to a strip club called the "Maison de Sade." But it's not just any strip club. No, on the fifth, the proprietor of the establishment clears all the tables from the floor and opens it up exclusively to masochists and sadists. It's March fifth. I don my form fitting, spiked leather clothes, (minus horned helmet) grab my rucksack and head out. A large man wearing nothing but a mask and a tight leather g-string stands just inside the club. He growls and steps between me and the festivities already taking place. Taking the cue, I remove my helmet from my rucksack and put it on. It's an instant transformation. I have become "The Bull." The long horns, red lenses and spiked maw transform me from corporate tool into the masochistic sadist I truly am. I pull my gloves on and repeatedly clench my fist. Each glove has a set of five spikes that run along the knuckles. These are my main weapons. They will subdue an unwilling victim. In addition to my gloves, I carry a whip and a length of chain. When I finally subdue my victim, these will make sure they stay that way. I look back up at the big man and snarl. I no longer find him intimidating. Now he's just a slave forced to guard the door. He bows his head and steps aside, fearful of who I've become. I prowl in, a growl emanating from my throat. The Maison is packed, and all around me subs scream and dommes howl. There is the occasional crack of a whip or the click of handcuffs, but mostly it's just screaming, grunting and howling. I become a black predator, strolling between cages, rapes and fights. Subs shy away from me and dommes step in front of their victims, protecting their possessions. But I'm not after small, weaking game. No. I'm after the bitch who subdued me last time. I'd never forget her--a tall, yellow plume sprung from her hateful mask. She wore purple hip-boots, buckled from heel to knee. I continue my search, and consider attempting to take a sizable harem from another animal, but remind myself I'm after bigger game. There she is, in the corner where she'd claimed me. The bitch had some sap licking her boots. I would make her regret what she did to me. With a carnal howl, I charge across the room, stepping on and over a half-dozen floorbound denizens. I raise my fist. She turns around and attempts to avoid my fury. But it's too late. My spiked fist slams into her forearm and, to my satisfaction, draws blood. The bitch hisses at me, and takes a step back. I draw my whip and swung it at her. It hits her in the side, but she wears a hard-leather corset, and the blow does nothing more than piss her off. She has recovered from the surprise of my first attack, and is now in full battle mode. In one hand she carries a thick riding crop, and, in the other, a leg bar. We circle each other, growling and snorting. Her bare breasts bounce and she walks, and I think of turning her into a sub, taking her to one of the poles, tying her to it, and masturbating all over those beautiful tits. That is the goal. She charges, her riding crop swinging low to take me in the leg. I knock it away with my whip and bring my free fist into her stomach. It knocks her down, and just as I am about to take advantage of her position, one of her damned boots knocks my legs from under me. We both quickly raise to four limbs, our weapons knocked away and discarded. It is a fight of fists, feet and teeth now. I launch myself at her like an animal, my horned helmet threatening to rend her a new hole. She dodges to the side, but it's not enough. My shoulder strikes her neck, and she goes down breathless and gagging from the force of the blow. I'm suddenly on top of her, my hard cock pressing into her near-nonexistent latex panties. She brings a fist to the side of my head, and I roll away. In turn, she rolls on top of me, and grabs my wrists, pinning them to the floor. I try to kick, but her full weight is on my thighs. I can't shake her off. She leans down and licks my mask, an insulting sign of dominance. I struggle, with not much hope. Then she makes a mistake. She attempts to bring my hands above my head, but is forced to lean slightly upward to do so. I bring my knee into her warm sex. She howls and grabs herself, falling on top of me. I punch her hateful mask and spring away, grabbing my chain. As she's beginning to recover, I slam my boot into her stomach. The bitch falls back down. I snarl and quickly loop my chain into a knot around her wrists. I pick up her handcuffs, riding crop and my own whip and begin dragging her around the club, showing off my prize. Subs stare in awe, and dommes give me a brief nod of recognition. The damned sub she had cornered earlier drops to his hands and knees in front of me in a bow of submission. I reward him by slamming her riding crop across the back of his head. "Weakling," I mutter in a whispered growl. The bitch has begun to struggle again. But we are there. I drag her none-too-gently up on stage and handcuff her to a pole before removing the chain and tying it tightly around the bottom of her boots. Then, slowly, I begin to unbuckle the boots. She howls in protest, moaning out to anyone who would help. But I have shown my prowess. No one approaches. Many stare, and a few begin to masturbate as I show her the ultimate in dominance. I fling her boots to the stage floor and tear off her corset, using the spikes on my gloves to simply rip through the ties. She howls louder and I feel myself becoming hard. I smile a demon's smile and then, tauntingly remove her panties. Now all she wears is her mask, but it will remain. Anonymity is one of the few rules here at the Maison de Sade. I run my gloved hands all over her body, and finally move down. I begin to slowly lick my way up her legs, grinning at her moans of mixed pleasure and disgrace. She whines and I stand up, whispering one word: "squeal." She clamps her mouth shut and I laugh, bringing my whip across her back. She howls, obviously not used to being on the business end of a whip. I just grin and walk behind the pole, dropping my black trousers. My cock is hard as a rock, and I slowly slip it into her moist, warm pussy. It's delicious. She moans and turns her head to look at me, but I thrust up as hard as possible, causing her to scream. I thrust repeatedly until I am almost to the point of orgasm. I pull out, walk around in front of her and kick her feet out from under her. She slides to the waxed floor, staring up at me. I place my hand on my cock and finish what I started, blowing my load all over her face and breasts. She hisses at me, finally gaining some dignity, but that is quickly solved with a riding crop across her thigh. I stand aside, face those watching and hold my hand out like a magician at his finale. They howl and hiss and cheer me on as I remove her from her pole, force her to her knees and fuck her doggy style like any self-respecting animal.