0 comments/ 23358 views/ 0 favorites Her Pets Ch. 01 By: NotWhatSheSeems "The straps are too tight, Ma'am!" "No, they are not. Just relax and enjoy." "No...please...really! I can't feel my hands!" "Dearest! You are not paying attention to me. Now quit complaining." "Please..." moaning and beginning to cry. "Please...my feet...what's wrong with my feet?" "Nothing." Sobbing now. Then screaming. Then nothing. As blood dripped onto the floor, she smiled, her fangs barely visible. Stripping off the long, satin opera gloves, she opened the heavy, oaken door and called for 1 and 2. "Clean up the mess. And be sure to put away all my toys this time. The straps need oiling, and my best English cane needs to be sanded a bit." She strode out of the dim room, her chestnut hair streaming out behind her. 1, the heavier of the two wolves, growled at 2, who was smaller and somewhat timid. "We always have to clean up her mess. Why?" 1 snatched a bit of hanging thigh meat. "For this? This bit of rubbish? I am tired of playing maid to the bitch upstairs." 2 quivered a bit. "What if she hears you?" he slid up to the bloody body and tore off a bit for himself. "I mean, she takes care of us and feeds us and sometimes loves us. I think." 1 grinned, blood running through his fur. He swung his massive head towards the slightly open door. "Yes...love. Let's show her some love." 2 was appalled. "Just what are you suggesting?" he murmured, exceptionally afraid she would overhear them. "You know tonight is the Dark of the Moon. We're human and mortal tonight. It's the only night she lets us be human, and she could do something horrible to us." he whined and backed away from the doorway. 1 grinned a shaggy grin, his ragged teeth dripping gore. "Yes, she could, but we will distract her tonight. And behave for a little while, but then..." he stared at the heavy, iron banded door, his gaze sharpening. Suddenly, he spun around and stood up on hind legs, drawing himself up to his great height of seven feet. "We will be free of this bitch tonight, Brother. I promise!" 2 busied himself with cleaning up the remains. He dared not look at 1. ***** She sat in the Library, perhaps the very finest room in the entire house. The house, if you could call a mansion with 54 rooms something as simple as a "house", and grounds suited her, as it was an antebellum plantation home, located deep in Western Carolina at the very base of the Appalachian Mountains, far away from any neighbors. She could stand on the Widow's Walk, and gaze at the great, dark forest, or at the fine, majestic mountains in the distance. Yes, it suited her well. She was close enough to Charlotte to bring back all the willing lost boys and girls, yet far enough away for no one to bother her. A fire was blazing in the great stone fireplace, illuminating only a few feet around it. She had only one lamp on for reading, but that was all the light in the vast, sprawling room. Books lined the walls from floor to ceiling; great leather bound editions all the way down to ragged paperbacks. Every language was found in this room; she herself spoke seven languages and could not bring herself to read Russian novels in anything but Russian. It was the elitist in her. But something was wrong. Usually, after finishing with whichever gender she happened to bring home, the boys were happy, even excited, to have fresh meat. The tension in the air was so apparent, she could have reached out...reached out and strangled it. They were plotting something again. She coolly turned the pages, not really reading at all, merely going through the motions. The sound of the pages turning was loud in the deep silence of the house. She could hear their breathing, their racing hearts. Having dealt with their small uprisings before, she would squash any rebellion immediately. ******* Night fell quickly in their part of the world. She gazed out the tall windows, noting the shadows as they spread. The heavens revealed their glory in the vast number of stars visible...oh, but the moon was not. The moon tides pulled at her--she knew it was the Dark of the Moon. So, she waited. Suddenly, the French doors boomed open, bouncing off each adjacent wall. Dust of plaster from the ceiling drifted down slowly. "Must you make such an entrance, 1?" she coolly asked, setting her book aside. "I have a name." he smoothly replied. "Or have you forgotten?" "I forget nothing, Adrian." she turned and looked at him, her crimson velvet robe wrapped loosely around her. "I choose to call you 1. It is my right. I do own you." He stood before her, a man once more. Where black fur once was, was now intricate tattoos and piercings. He was tall, but heavily muscled. Black hair, so black it looked perpetually wet, crowned him. His chest was covered in a light pelt which ran down to between his legs and framed the thick, heavy, hard cock waiting there. Gold rings were set in his wide-spaced nipples. His left ear held a thick, plain gold ring, but his cock and balls gleamed the most--a Prince Albert was there, as well as six smaller rings placed in a row up the bottom of his shaft. There were two rings placed high on his ball sac--they looked as if it had been a traumatic experience getting those in. Black, tribal tattoos wound around his arms and thighs. They danced and mingled on his back, so intertwined, one became dizzy just trying to look at them. His cock was so hard, it was purple; precum dripped onto the floor. She smiled cruelly at him. "Do be so kind as to clean that up. It will stain the rug." With seeminly one move, he was across the room, tearing the robe off of her. She allowed it, and stood only in her red corset and lace pantalets. As he was pulling at her wrists, they were interrupted by 2. "My Lady..."2 stuttered, standing in the open doorway. He was smaller than 1, but more lithe...and fair. As fair as fresh snow. His blond hair spilled down his shoulders, and he had more hair on his body than 1. And much more around his long, thin cock. Where she had tattooed 1, and held him down as he screamed when she pierced him, she had branded 2. Scars ran all over 2's body--thin, whitish lines whirling and twisting from his neck down. It had been a great deal of fun for her to strap him to the long table downstairs, then climb naked on top of him and sit on his chest. She had shown him her hands, and twirled the simple silver ring around and around, laughing as he sweated, his eyes getting larger and larger, and the pupils dilating in fear. She never said a word, but began running the silver ring down his skin; where the ring passed, the skin smoked and blistered. Oh, yes, she had had an exceptionally good time as he screamed, leading to intense orgasms every time. But the poor boy always screamed himself hoarse, finally losing consciousness. When that happened, she would climb down and let 1 get him up. It was no fun if he wasn't screaming. The patterns were complete now; it had taken several sessions to cover his entire body. 2 knelt down, hiding his twitching, dripping cock, and 1 snarled at him, "Get up, you stupid fuck!" 1 turned his attention back to her, his grey eyes sweeping over her form. When he attempted to pull her to him, she slipped through his grasp, laughing lightly. He stumbled, surprised by her move. Quickly, he righted himself, and howled at her, "Damn it, you know we have the right to you at the Dark of the Moon! It's the only fucking thing you allow us! Why the game...my lady?" he added sarcastically. She stood in front of one of the windows for a moment, then turned to him. Faster than he could follow, she was behind him, her hands full of his black hair, pulling cruelly. Putting her face close to his, her fangs full and noticeable, she whispered, "Tonight you have to earn it." 2 began whining, low in the back of his throat. He knew what "earning" meant. Torn, that's what he was, torn between his Mistress and his Brother...who was right? She continued to pull 1's hair, harder, softer, until she was merely running her nails through the silky strands. Still whispering in his ear, she explained, "You pups are going to perform for me tonight." 1's cock twitched, and he hated it, hated it with everything he had. She slid around in front of him and took one of his hands. Slowly, she ran her tongue over his fingers, and scraped the back of his hand with her fangs lightly. "No excuses,...Adrian." 2 jerked up, amazed she had used his Brother's real name. How many years had it been since she had called them anything but "1" and "2"? He couldn't even remember. He crawled over to her, and began kissing her feet over and over and over. "Lovely, Elliot." Her hands ran through his hair softly. Then grabbing a handful of it, she yanked 2 to his feet. "Now, my two darling wolves, shall we retire to a more...appropriate...room?" Grasping each of their ball sacs, she led them out of the library, down the hallway, and up a long, wide flight of stairs. Her Pets Ch. 02 Her bedroom was everything an ultimately feminine bedroom would be. The ceiling was so high above them, the dimensions of the room could only be guessed at. Frieze work of frolicking wolves danced around the walls. The massive bed was draped with gauzy fabric, and it shimmered and slithered with the slightest breath. The bed fabrics themselves were heavy damask--ancient and expensive to say the least. Rose-colored and chased with gold threading, it looked as if it were unused. The other furniture beside the bed was a vanity on the far wall away from the doors. A vanity with no mirror. There was also a low, green couch, and an oaken highboy on the left of the bed. Floor to ceiling windows let the night in. The rug underfoot was plush rose pile. The walls were covered in silken wallpaper, blood red roses twisting and twining up the walls, their colors bleeding together. And around the room, candles flickered...100? 200? Of all sizes and shapes, in sconces and on the floor, and even with them brightly lit, twilight still held sway. She dragged them both through the double doors by their balls, 1 growling, 2 whining. When she finally let go of them, 1 thought, I'll have her. He had been planning it all the way up the stairs...she lets go, I pounce. She let go slowly, her nails scratching at them. 1 gathered his feet under him and suddenly threw himself at her. He landed hard on the floor, sliding into the highboy, the wind knocked out of him. "In a hurry, 1?" she politely inquired, tittering lightly. "Bitch...stupid, fucking bitch!" he howled, getting back to his feet quickly. He ran at her, swinging his huge arms. He never made it. She swept down and grabbed the rings in his cock, pulling them up sharply. It was as if 1 were now made of stone, stopped in the middle of his run. He slowly put his arms down, the only thought running through his head, let go, letgoletgoletgoyousillybitch. She pulled harder, and he went up on his toes, a deep rumbling moan forming in his throat. "Please..." "Please, what, 1?" "Please...please let go." He meekly replied, sweating, hating himself even more. She smiled, the ivory of her teeth standing sharply out in the darkness. "OK. As long as you behave." One big final tug. Letting go, he fell to his knees, clutching himself. "2." "Ma'am?" came the timid reply. "Unlace me." He swiftly moved across the room to her, skirting around his sore Brother, and giving him only the slightest pitiful glance. She stood so regal, so proud, as if she were taller than the house itself. He felt very, very small. Reaching her, he could not meet her eyes, only gazed at the floor, the spot between her feet. His hands moved up, long fingers grasping at the ribbons that held the corset together. Slowly, he pulled the satin ribbon undone, and gathered the deep red ribbon to himself. She pulled the corset off, keeping her back to her two pets. Laying it across the highboy, she then said, "2." "Ma'am?" he whispered. "My panties, pup. They need to go as well." Shivering, he reached his hands out and grasped the waistband of the lacy panties. He drew them down, revealing her fine, heart shaped ass. She lifted one delicate, small foot and then the other. Her hair came down past her waist, a deep chestnut that burned with a fire all its own. The candlelight shined off her smooth, ivory skin. Then she turned around. Her eyes were green emeralds, her lips the color of freshly spilled blood. Breasts that defied gravity stood large and proud, the nipples thick and dark. She smiled at her two personal dog soldiers. "Now, boys, join me on the bed." 2 came hurriedly, climbing up beside her, still not meeting her or 1's eyes. 1 was slower, more deliberate, his grey eyes smoldering with pure hate. She slid back till she was leaning against the massive headboard. "Now...entertain me and perhaps I will not be so severe." 2 knew the routine. This certainly wasn't the first time she had wanted such things, but he knew 1 despised playing the harlot for her. He looked over at his Brother, and caught the bigger man's eyes. Slowly, he leaned over and kissed 1's thigh, enjoying the salty taste of his skin. 1 just stared at her, his cock even harder, if that were possible, despite the loathing he felt about her games. He felt 2's kisses, and absentmindedly ran one large hand through 2's hair. "What's the matter, Adrian?" she mocked. "No lust left in the alpha male?" He wrapped one meaty hand around the swollen shaft and stroked himself deliberately, staring at her the whole time. "Come and ride this and you will see exactly how much lust I have left." "2." "Ma'am?" came the breathless reply. "Suck his cock for me. Make it last." "Yes, Ma'am." He inched up into 1's lap and took his heavy balls into his mouth, sucking lightly, running his tongue over both of them. "What? Can't handle what I got, bitch?" 1 growled, sneering at her. She did not rise to the bait, but settled back, her hand stroking one nipple. "If you got to do this, at least do it right!" 1 snarled, grasping 2 by his hair and slamming his cock down the smaller man's throat. 2 choked and gagged, struggling to accommodate his Brother's girth. Staring at her, 1 held 2's head between his hands and began shoving his cock in and out, fucking the poor man's face. "Like this, you stupid cunt?" he whispered, his balls drawing up tight. "2." "Ummmhurrrrmm." came the guttural reply. "Stop." Immediately, 2 pulled out of 1's grasp, his face red and sweaty, and his cock dripping on the bed covering. He gasped and looked at her quizzically. She never stopped them before! She ran her hand over his sweaty face, and smiled her fangs prominent. "Get out of the way." Pushing him roughly, she slid on her knees before 1. "I want a taste, Adrian." Lowering herself down, her fine ass up in the air right in front of 2, she swallowed 1's cock, her fangs pushing in on either side. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he slumped backwards, groaning with pleasure. She lapped at the shaft, the head, and even ran her tongue up behind his balls, tasting his heavy sweat. Wrapping his hands in her thick hair, he pushed her further down, ignoring the pressure from her fangs. "You want this, don't you, bitch? You want a little wolf cock. That's right, cunt, suck it." he whispered mindlessly, on the verge of orgasm. "Elliott...fuck her. Fuck this bitch while she swallows me." 2, in a fit of passion, buried his face between her long legs, lapping at her dripping cunt like a starving man. The moon tide changed. Her Pets Ch. 03 "Enough of this, bitch." 1 whispered very evenly, staring out the window at the darkness. She looked at him, a bit confused, "Do you dare? Do you dare speak to me like this?" He grinned savagely at her. "Oh, my dear, the coming dawn may not bother you, but it bothers us..."his words became lower and lower. "The Dark of the Moon is over." He raised his hands to press the point. Dark claws had appeared, ripping through the tips of his fingers. Her eyes widened; the truth was evident. She flung herself off the bed, landing on the balls of her feet. She had control of her pets, but the change was never, ever good. They were too unstable, too unpredictable. How could she have been so stupid to lose track of the Night? 1 and 2's bodies writhed on the bed, skin in constant motion. She ran to the Highboy, flung open a drawer, and drew out a black signal whip, the fall on it brightly red. 1's eyes caught hers, and he howled, his muzzle appearing, fangs growing, and black fur spreading. She slowly swung the whip back and forth, a deadly pendulum. "No ideas, 1. None, or I will take the skin from your back." 2 had changed quicker than 1, perhaps only because he was smaller. Where his scars had run, ivory fur now ran. Otherwise, his pelt was snow white. 2 gracefully, sleekly, got off the bed, and stood on his hind legs, his cock unsheathed, the length of a baby's arm. That will not feel good, she thought. At one time, when she had first claimed them, it had been exciting to let them have their way with her in their Natural Forms. She had not allowed such familiarity in...God knows how long...how many years. She drew herself up, not showing the least bit of fear. Or lust. 1 had finished changing by this time, and he didn't bother to get up just yet. He stretched out on her bed, black fur gleaming wetly. Where his tattoos were, bluish grey fur was now in the exact patterns. And he had kept his piercing. His cock now was the size of her forearm, and thicker around. Turning his massive head, he stared at her, mocking her, as he grasped that thick member with one paw and slowly, languidly, began to stroke himself. All the while, laughing at her. That she could not stand. Screaming in an unearthly way, her fangs bared to the fullest, she brought the whip around, throwing it like a pitcher throwing the finest fastball of his life...and brought it down right onto 1's balls. He squeaked, the only sound he could make, and drew his legs up, clutching his balls at the same time. Smiling to herself, she thought, well, that takes care of that. When suddenly, thick arms surrounded her, and ripped the whip from her hands. 2 had come around behind her, and grabbed her from behind, his paws full of her breasts, and his cock a piece of iron poking her in the back. His muzzle was right against her neck, his breath hot and rancid. Growling low, he licked her ear with a tongue twice as long as hers. "2!" she screamed. "Unhand me and I might let you live!" "My name...is Elliott!" he howled back at her, lifting her up, and then spearing her exceptionally wet cunt with his cock. 1 couldn't believe what he was seeing---2...little Elliot...standing up to the bitch? Hell, 2 had his cock in her...wait a minute...2 HAS HIS COCK IN HER FIRST! Enraged that his "little" Brother would dare overrule his supremacy, he shot up and wrapped his arms around 2's waist to pull him off, and had his teeth buried in the deep fur on the back of the smaller wolf's throat. As 1 attempted to pull 2 off of her, she actually began to push herself against 2. His cock felt incredible in her—thick and full and filling. She locked her legs around him, pulling him deeper, and looked 1 full in the face. 1 still had his teeth buried in 2's fur, until he noticed her looking at him. "Get back." She moaned, her eyes rolling back as 2 went particularly deep. "Don't stop him. You'll get your turn, 1. Maybe." She moved one of her hands between her legs and began stroking her engorged clit. 1 let go reluctantly, and 2 immediately cradled her ass in his paws, claws digging in, and carried her, impaled on his cock, over across the room so her back was against one of the windows. Then, growling deep, he truly went to work—thrusting deep in her, pulling all the way out, and plunging back into that sopping, hot cunt. One hand buried in his fur, the other busy rolling over her clit, she knew she was going to cum some. Feeling her cunt tightening around him, he began to thrust in earnest, harder and faster. She came hard, grinding her cunt against him, screaming her pleasure. It sent him over the edge; hot splashes of seed drowned her.