17 comments/ 37610 views/ 31 favorites Kitten Gets Lost in the Woods By: jacobmerriweather Mara had been lost in the woods for a few days now. It was the summer after her sophomore year of college and she was just barely twenty, but nobody had wanted to go camping with her so she'd decided to go it alone. This was her first camping trip alone and while she'd enjoyed the solitude the first day or two, she'd lost the trail the third day and had been wandering ever since. She'd somehow forgot to bring her compass and while at first she'd been exhilarated by the thought of finding her own way back, fear and exhaustion were steadily catching up with her. She'd managed to find a few sources of freshwater and her water filter had worked unexpectedly well, but she'd been out of food for a day and she was starting to feel famished and light headed. She was wandering along when she finally became overwhelmed. She put her pack down and started to tremble. In her tight short jean shorts and white tank top, her gorgeous curvy figure was easy to see. Her plump bubble butt stuck out and her oversized tits shook as she panted and cried. She was a tiny little thing, not even five feet tall, and she didn't have the experience or training to deal with the situation she was in. She thought she could follow the trails and be safe, she'd never even considered the idea of getting lost. She sobbed, then took a few deep breaths, finally collecting herself. "Get it together, Mara," She whispered, straightening up, and right at that moment, she heard laughter. Her head shot up and she looked around, unsure of the direction it came from, but suddenly she heard it again, coming from behind her. She hopped up, chasing after the noise, until she came to a clearing, seeing two men sitting on a fallen tree, chewing on jerky and talking. They hadn't seen her, so she watched them. They laughed and talked, seeming nice enough. One was tall and bearded, slightly rugged, somewhat handsome, but the other was shorter, older, balding, and a little pudgy. She wiped her hair out of her face and took a deep breath, stepping forward into the clearing. Both guys looked up at her, wordlessly scrutinizing her, looking her up and down and smiling a little. "Well hello, sweetheart," the taller man said. "Um, Hi," She giggled, smiling at them. "So, uh, I know this is just super cliche, but I'm kinda lost." They both turn and stare at eachother and turn to her. "So?" The taller man finally asked. "Uh," she smiled frantically, "I was really hoping you could give me a ride back to town maybe?" They both laughed a little, and the taller one took a bite of his jerky, just the sight of which caused her mouth to water instantly. "What's your name, sweet thing?" He asked. "Uh, Mara." She replied, her voice getting weaker and quieter. "Well I'm Curt, and this is Daniel," The tall one told her, and Daniel waved a little. "And I guess just 'cause you're a little blond thing we're supposed to give you a ride outta the kindness of our hearts?" Mara took a little breath, meek and forlorn. "Well, uh, I have like twenty dollars on me, I guess I could get-" She started, but Curt just shook his head. "We don't want your money." He laughed. "Ok, well, what do you want?" She moaned, exasperated. "How about you get naked for us," Curt suggested, and the last of Mara's smile faded from view. "You want me to do what?" She gasped. "Did I stutter?" Curt asked, sternly. "No, no, you know what?" She shook her head, her face turning red. "Fuck you!" She turned around and huffed off. "Closest road's about twenty miles away!" Curt called. "And not in that direction!" Mara stormed off, marching away for about a minute before she looked around, realizing the despondency of her situation. She moaned, shaking her head, and walked back slowly. Curt and Daniel didn't even look surprised when she marched into the clearing and began stripping. She threw her pack next to them and backed up, taking her shirt off and pulling off her sports bra, her big tits flopping out and bouncing over her round little belly as she pushed down her shorts and panties and tossed them at Curt. "There, happy?" She asked, but Curt shook his head. "Nah, kitten," Curt said, pointing at her hiking boots, "Take those off too." "I might step on something!" "Not my problem," Curt told her. She quickly obliged, taking off her boots and socks and standing there, arms crossed, trying to cover her breasts. "Lift your arms up," Curt told her, and she did as he said. "Now turn around, let us see your ass," Curt insisted and she did a quick 360. "Ok, NOW can you give me a ride to town?" She asked, but Curt only shook his head again. "I tell you what, you come back to my place right now and we have a little fun with you for the night, and I'll take you to town in the morning. Deal?" "No!" She huffed, "Give me back my clothes, I'll fucking figure it out on my own." She held her hand out, but Curt just grabbed her clothes and stuffed them inside her pack, then looked up at her. "Nah, you gave them to me, they're mine now," He told her, and Daniel laughed a little, "You can be on your way, but looks like you'll be hiking twenty miles naked, now." Mara was fuming by now. She stormed forward, but Curt quickly pulled out a pistol and cocked it, setting it down on the trunk next to him. "You think you can take it by force, go ahead, but just to be clear, they ain't ever gonna find your body." Curt told her, taking another bite of his jerky. Her eyes went wide. She stared at him, shocked, her mouth watering. A breeze blew through the forest and her skin goosebumped. "Ok, fine, one night," She finally gave in, realizing there was no other choice. "And you're gonna be a good little kitten? You're gonna do whatever we tell you?" Mara whimpered a little, trying her best not to imagine the score of indecent things she'd be forced to do. "Ok, fine, yeah, I'll do whatever you say." "Say 'yes sir, I'll be a good little pet for you.'" Curt insisted. "Yes sir, I'll be a good little pet for you.'" She meekly repeated. "Good girl," Curt told her, pulling a long chord of rope out of his bag. He quickly fashioned a not with a large loop on it, tossing it to her. "Put this around your throat." "What? But why?" She gasped. "Pet's don't get to ask questions," He told her, then he handed Daniel a smaller chord of rope. "Go take care of her arms." Mara slowly put the rope around her throat, then Daniel approached her. She took a step back but Curt pulled the rope and Daniel grabbed her. He pulled her arms behind her back, tying them together tightly. He took the opportunity to grope her ass, his finger brushing against her pussy. "Oh god," She whispered, then Curt pulled on the leash and she stumbled forward. He pulled out a bandanna and rolled it up, tying it around her eyes like a blindfold. "How can I get there if I can't see?" She moaned, the sound of their laughter meeting her worries. "I'll lead you like a good little pet," Curt told her. She heard them picking up their stuff, gathering their things, then, sure enough, the rope around her neck was yanked and she stumbled forward. They walked through the woods for some time, Mara stumbling and stepping on branches, thorns, stubbing her toes again and again. She started to whimper and sob, finally her predicament weighed too much on her and she couldn't keep herself from crying. "I just want to go home," She sobbed, and suddenly they stopped. Curt grabbed her and stood her still. "Please, just let me go." Curt pulled her blindfold down, pushing her up against a tree trunk and slapping her tits. "Ow, please, don't!" She moaned, and Curt shook his head. He pulled the leash off of her, pointing away from them. "You wanna go, then go," He told her, and she looked around. "But I'm not gonna untie you, you're a big girl, you got yourself into this mess, I'm sure you can figure it out." The tears streamed down Mara's face unceasingly and she shook her head. "Please, no, I can't," She stammered, and Curt slapped her. "Then quit your bellyaching and all these crocodile tears." He insisted, grabbing her by her throat and exploring her pussy with his other hand. "You want us to take you back and have fun with you? Then take you home?" "Yes, I don't care any more, please, do whatever you want." She moaned as his fingers slowly penetrated the lips of her pussy. "Beg us to take you back, beg us to fuck all your holes, say you'll be a good little pet for us." He told her, but her eyes went wide. "All of my-" She gasped, and was met with the palm of curt's hand slapping her incredibly hard. "Please! Please sir!" She cried. "Please, I'll be such a good little pet, please just take me back, fill all my holes with your hard cocks!" Curt and Daniel laughed as they blindfolded her again, putting the rope around her neck and leading her along. It might have been an hour or two more before she finally felt soft grass under her feet. Curt took off her bandanna and she beheld the cabin waiting them: a large deck, two stories, a truck in the driveway, a soft green grassy yard overlooking a small brook, a firepit, a grill, even a hot tub. "Wow," She whispered, and Curt laughed. "Like it, huh?" "Uh, yes sir," she answered. Curt turned to Daniel. "Why don't you get the grill goin', cook us up some of those ribs, grill up the corn. I'll get to work, uh, tenderizing the meat," He laughed, and Daniel nodded, waving goodbye at Mara as he walked into the house. "You know what a switch is?" Curt asked, and Mara nodded. "Like a light switch?" She asked, and Curt busted out, laughing at her. "Fuck, you're dumb, aren't you?" He asked, and Mara bit her lip, finally nodding her head. "Yes sir, I'm a dumb little pet," She whispered. Curt smiled, grabbing her and brushing her hair out of her face, biting her neck as winced and tried to step away. He let go of her, holding her leash so she couldn't get but a step or two back. "A switch," He sighed, "Is a long, thin branch. It's what I'm gonna use to punish you for being such a dumb little slut." Her mouth dropped, her eyes grew wide, and she shook her head. "No, but, sir, please!" She gasped. "Don't you just want to fuck me?" Curt shook his head, smiling. "Nah, you need to learn your lesson about getting lost in the woods and bothering strangers." He told her, taking the rope off from around her neck. "Now go find one." She looked at him, then looked at her arms, still tied behind her back, but he shook his head. "I'm sure you'll figure out how to make use of those, even if they are tied up," He told her and she nodded, walking off to the cane break. She found a small stick and carried it back to Curt, who was sitting on a wooden chair and sipping a beer. "Nah," He laughed, "Gonna need something bigger than that for a naughty little kitten like you." She sighed, walking back into the forest, wrestling a smaller branch off of a dried up tree, her ass scraping against the trunk as she fumbled with it, finally bringing it back. This one was almost as big as her thumb at its widest, and she was sure it would do. "Nah," Curt told her, and the tears started flowing down her cheeks again, "If you come back again without a proper switch, you will be sorry." She walked off, sobbing and sniffling, finally finding a long, sturdy branch, this one about as thick as Curt's thumb at it's base, and carried it back, hoping it would do. "Good girl, this'll work out just nicely." Curt told her, and she looked away as he rubbed the stick along her body. He stepped forward and untied her hands, tossing the small chord aside. She rubbed her wrists and he gave her a bottle of water, watching her as she chugged it voraciously. She wiped her mouth when she was finished, handing the empty bottle to Curt, who slapped it out of her hands. "What do ya say?" He asked, grabbing her throat. "Thank you, sir," She choked, and he let go. "Good girl," He said, pulling her hands in front of her and tying them together again with the long chord of rope that was her leash, then he walked her out a little and threw the rope over a branch, lifting her arms up over her head and tethering the rope to another branch. The rope was pulled tight, so tight that her toes barely touched the ground. She looked down at her naked body: dirty, a little sun burnt, her large tits exposed, swaying as she struggled to hold herself up by her toes, to take some of the pressure off her arms. Curt walked forward slowly, brandishing the switch and grinning at her. "You're about to learn a little lesson about asking strangers for help," He told her, running the stick along her side, sending shivers down her spine. "Now turn around." It took some effort but she finally turned her body around, facing away from Curt. She heard the stick cutting through the air before it landed on her back, stinging and burning immensely. She bit her lip and gasped, seethed for a moment, then let out a loud scream. "Go ahead and scream, nobody's around for miles and miles," Curt told her, whipping her back again. "Oh god! Please! No! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She gasped, as he whipped her again and again, her skin welting and burning like it was on fire. "Say you're going to be a good little kitten for me." Curt demanded, unceasingly whipping his way down her back. "I'm going to be so good! Such a good little pet! Ow! Kitten!" She screamed, shaking her head. "Oh god! I'll be so good, you can fuck all my holes!" She couldn't believe the words coming out of her own mouth, let alone the incredible pain of Curt making it down her back and onto her ass. "I'll be a good little slut for you, please, fuck all my holes, make me ride your cock. I'm your kitten! I'm your dirty little pet!" She cried, feeling a heady mixture of pain and excitement, a strange arousal in her pussy as she promised to let them fuck her however they wanted. Curt stayed on her ass for some time, large and round, red and covered with welts when he was through, then went on to her lower thighs. "Please, let me be a good little kitten for you, sir! Please, please let me suck your cock!" "You want my cock in your mouth, kitten?" Curt asked as he whipped the back of her knees. "Oh god! Yes! Please, let me suck your cock, please cum down my throat, oh god, please sir!" She felt a tingling sensation and pushed it away, refusing to enjoy the torture he was putting her through, and as he finished off on the backs of her ankles, the whipping stopped. It felt like her entire back was on fire, burning and stinging, and she hung there, sobbing quietly. "Please just fuck me," she gasped, "Fuck me, wherever you want, I'll be such a good little pet for you, sir." Curt laughed, staring at her hanging her head in shame. "Turn around," He demanded, and she slowly inched her way around to face him. "Will you?" She gasped. "Will you please, just give me your cock, fuck my pussy, sir," "In due time," Curt told her, and her eyes went wide as he reached back and started whipping her tits. "Oh god! No! Please! I can't! I can't!" She screamed, and suddenly the whippings stopped. She looked at Curt, whimpering, barely able to see him through the tears, as he walked off, grabbing her pack and going through it, then walking back, her dirty, sweaty, used panties in his grip. "This oughta keep you quiet for now," He said, forcing them inside her mouth. Then she moaned as he stood back and started whipping her again. It seemed like an eternity of her moaning and screaming, sobbing muffled cries as he whipped her, not missing an inch of her body. When he was finished with her front, he went down her sides, then inspected her to make sure there wasn't a one spot he'd left unattended to. Finally it was over, and he pulled out her drenched panties and threw them on the ground. "You like that?" He asked, smiling. "N-n-n-n-no s-s-sir," She stuttered, spit and snot and tears dribbling down her face. "Good, now you know what happens to bad little kittens when they misbehave," He told her, walking off. He left her alone for a few minutes, sobbing quietly, meekly squealing, hanging there, begging quietly. When he came back he had a beer in one hand and a hose in the other, a spray nozzle attached to the end. "W-what's t-that for?" She stammered, and he looked at her like she was crazy. "You've been in the woods for how long? A week? You're disgusting and dirty, and I'm not fucking a dirty little whore like you until you've been rinsed clean." "Please, sir, just let me take a shower!" She begged, but he shook his head. "The shower is for people," He told her, gripping the nozzle and spraying her. If her body felt like it was on fire before, it was nothing compared to the pain of her wounds being sprayed with the cold, pressurized water, reigniting the welts, spraying her skin, burning hot, then freezing cold. Curt made her turn around several times, rinsing the dirt and sweat off of her, but also taking his time to spray her in her ass, her pussy, her tits, and finally her face. The water rushed up her nose, got into her eyes, and shot down her throat as she coughed and choked, then finally it was over. "I'll let you drip dry," Curt told her, turning his attention to the fire pit. He grabbed some sticks and kindling, slowly building the fire, until it was large and burning bright, a few logs stacked on top of eachother. The sun was setting and the cool evening breeze was blowing, sending shivers down Mara's body as she hung there, quietly sobbing, slowly regaining her composure. "Hey Curt, food's ready," Daniel called, and Curt walked off, coming back with a plate of meat and corn, some beans as well. They took their seats around the fire, eating and talking quietly, just quiet enough that Mara couldn't quite make out every word they said.` "Ass... her little... throat... shove my... tits..." she heard, hanging there helplessly. The smell of grilled meat finally hit her and her mouth started to water. She tried to fight back the hunger, but she listened as her stomach grumbled and moaned. "Um, Curt?" She called, meekly. "Excuse me?" Curt replied, turning to her. "Sir, sorry sir, but, I'm-" "Who are you?" He interrupted again, filling his face with meat and beans. "I- um, well, your kitten- your kitten is very, very hungry," She said, and he smiled. "Now you're learning," He said, putting his empty plate aside and returning with a bowl. He took out a knife and cut off the corn kernels from the cob, tearing up shreds of meat with his fingers, and using a fork to mix together the contents, then he put it down and walked over her, untying the rope from its tether and letting her fall to the ground. He untied her wrists and she lied there, slowly picking herself up, but as she got to her knees and started to stand up, she felt a boot on her back, pushing her back down. "You stay on your hands and knees, kitten," Curt told her as he fastened the rope into another loop, putting it around her neck. He walked her back to the camp fire, pointing to a spot in front of his seat. "Sit!" He barked at her, and she took her seat. He grabbed the bowl of food and put it before her. "Now stick your ass up at me while you eat that, and you're not allowed to use your hands. Eat it out of the bowl like the worthless little animal you are, understand?" He asked and she nodded. "Yes sir," She said, positioning herself so her big plump ass was pointing up at him. He grabbed the leash, barely giving her enough length to reach the bowl, and she had to strain, almost choking herself, to reach the food. She nibbled on the slop, it was meat, beans and corn all mixed together, and even for how unappetizing it looked, and how demeaning it was to have to eat it like this, it was one of the most delicious meals she'd ever had. Kitten Gets Lost in the Woods But as soon as she started, she felt Curt's hand groping her ass. He spread her cheeks and played with her pussy a little. "Fuck, dude, she's dripping wet," He told Daniel, but Mara was too lost in the food to care what they said. Curt lubricated his fingers in her pussy, then he pulled them out and slowly pushed them inside her ass. She clenched, wincing a little, but she couldn't be bothered to stop eating. She was too hungry, no matter how degrading it was. He finger fucked her in the ass while she finished it off, and she didn't even realize it, but by the time she was done, she was pressing her body back against him, slowly and rhythmically bouncing forward and backwards. "Fuck, look at her," Curt exclaimed, and the spell was broken. She turned to face him, pleading with her eyes, and he shook his head. "God, you're disgusting," He said, pulling his fingers out and yanking on her leash. He pulled the bandanna out of his pocket and used it to wipe up the sauce from the food caking around her mouth. Then, once she was clean, he pulled his cock out, big and hard and stiff, and shook it at her. "Open your mouth." He told her, and she stared at it, her lips parted, then looked at him. "It's too big!" She gasped, but he pulled the leash and she started licking the tip, kissing it and slowly sucking on his head. "God, you're terrible at that," He told her, grabbing the back of her head and ramming his cock down her throat. She gagged and sputtered, choking, but he didn't let up. He grabbed her with both hands and thrusted his cock all the way down, her nose ramming into his crotch. When he finally let go, she fell back, gagging and retching, choking and coughing. "You'd better not puke up that food we just gave you," Curt warned, "You're not getting seconds." Mara covered her mouth and forced her stomach to be calm, fighting back the heaving, until she was finally still. "Good girl, now get back on this dick, and this time, shove it down your own throat," Curt demanded, and she crawled forward, thrusting his cock down her throat, slurping and slobbering, drool dribbling down her chin and onto her large breasts. "God, there you go, that's so much better. Daniel, you gotta try this," Curt laughed, tossing Daniel the leash. He pushed Mara off of him as Daniel pulled her over, crawling, pulling out his cock. It was smaller than Curt's, but still fairly large, and slightly curved. She grimaced, looking at him, staring at her, his eyes narrowed, focused, almost hungry. "Open your mouth, little girl," He told her, and she obeyed, forcing his cock deep down her throat. Daniel groaned, laughing a little, grabbing her by her head and facefucking her voraciously. She gagged and choked but held still, finally feeling curt positioning himself behind her, spreading her cheeks and pressing his cock slowly into her pussy. "Fuck, she's tight," He gasped as he pushed his way into her, riding her slowly, spanking her. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and forced her down on Daniel while he pounded her, riding her hard. Finally, he let her up and she sputtered and gasped. "Please! Sir, please, don't fuck my pussy anymore, you're too big!" She moaned, and Curt slowly pulled his cock out. "Well, ok, if you insist," He laughed, forcing her back down on Daniel's cock as he pushed against her ass. She wiggled and squealed, trying to get away from his cock, but there was nowhere she could go, and she moaned as she felt his dick pushing its way inside her ass, spreading her. The pain was immense, but suddenly, he hit a spot that shot pleasure and tingling sensations through her body. Her eyes rolled back in her head as they filled her with their cocks, gagging her, fucking her, spanking her. She fought hard, trying to force down the sensations of pleasure, fighting to keep herself from orgasming. Finally, Daniel started to moan, and she felt he shot load after load of cum down her throat, dribbling down her throat. Curt started pounding her, harder and harder, until he moaned too, filling her ass with hot semen and pulling out, pushing her over on the ground as he stood up. "Fuck, that was nice," He said, then turned to Daniel. "I don't know about you but I'm ready for a little soak." He walked over to the hot tub and took off the lid, turning on the jets and the light, hot steam pouring up into the air. He took off all his clothes and climbed in, Daniel following suit, leaving Mara trembling on the ground, slowly regaining her senses. The wind blew and the fire died down and she got up on her hands and knees, slowly crawling over to the hot tub, dragging the leash behind her. "Um, sir," She called, and Curt looked at her. "May I- uh, may your kitten please get in the hot tub with you?" Curt smiled at her and shook his head. "Sorry, baby, but you've gotten yourself nice and dirty again, you can't come into this hot tub like that." She looked up at him, pouting. "W-What if I hose myself off?" She stuttered and Curt nodded. "Bring me the hose," He smiled, and she started to stand up, then stopped herself. "Good girl," Curt said, watching her. She crawled off to the yard, grabbing the hose. She tried to carry it in her hand but it was too much, so she bit down on the rubber hose and crawled back. "Aw, just like a good little pet!" Daniel laughed, and Curt smiled at her. "Stand up, take off your leash, and hand me the hose," He demanded, and she acquiesced. "Good girl, now back up a little." As soon as she'd taken a few steps back, the stream of water hit her right in the face. She sputtered and choked, then it made its way down her body, rinsing off her skin, burning and stinging. Curt didn't even have to tell her to turn around when he was finished with her front, she did it so quickly. She was ready to be warm, to feel the therapeutic water against her body. Finally, the flow of water stopped, and Curt motioned for her to step inside. She came up to the edge and climbed over it, but he grabbed her and pushed her into the middle. "You're not allowed to sit down yet," He told her, falling back in his spot. "Please, sir, your kitten is very cold," She whimpered. "Well, me and Daniel, we're not through with you," Curt told her. "We want you to put on a little dance for us." She stood there for a moment, then began swaying and dancing to a song in her head, trying not to focus on them staring at her, lasciviously. "Rub your tits, and squeeze your nipples," Curt told her, and she started gyrating and rubbing herself. She felt like a stripper, showing off for men who wanted her for nothing more than her body, closing her eyes and trying to pretend she wasn't there. "Now prop your leg up on the bench," Curt told her, "And start playing with your clit." She did as she was told, gently rubbing herself, staring at him, angrily. "Just let me sit down!" She finally scolded him, and his eyes went alight with anger. He stood up and grabbed her by the back of the neck. "You want to feel the warm water?" He asked, kicking her legs out and forcing her underwater. She squirmed and kicked and clawed, trying to get her head up for air, but Curt's grip was like iron. Right as she was beginning to think this was the end, right as she was giving up hope, he pulled her head up, scooped her up in his arms and dumped her out the side of the hot tub, letting her fall to the cold, hard, ground below. She lied on the ground for some time, gasping, sobbing, whimpering, hugging herself in the fetal position, until she finally composed herself. "She crawled out from the shadow and into the light, where Curt could see her. "Sir," She called, and he looked down at her. "Sir, I'm sorry," She whimpered, and his anger turned to a smile. "May I- may your kitten please come back in?" "Are you gonna do whatever I tell you without hesitation?" Curt asked, and she nodded. "Yes, sir, please, I'll be a good little pet." Curt sighed, then relented. "Alright, but you're dirty again. Hand me the hose." After a quick hosing off, she was back in the middle of the hot tub, dancing for them, touching herself. "Now you're gonna play with your pussy, you're gonna finger yourself, and you're gonna make yourself cum. And if you try and fake it, we'll know, and you'll spend the night outside, understand?" She bit her lip. "I- I don't know if I can." She whimpered, and Curt shrugged. "Well you'd better try, because until you cum, you're not allowed to sit down." Mara sighed, then propped her leg up, exposing her pussy to them. She started rubbing her clit, surprised at how eagerly her body responded to her touch. She penetrated herself, rubbing her clit while she fingered herself, gasping and moaning, until finally she felt her climax building. "Sir, sir?" She asked, gasping. "Yes baby?" Curt answered. "Is your kitten allowed to cum?" She moaned, and Curt smiled. "Yes, kitten, you have my permission to cum." Right as soon as she'd gotten permission, she almost doubled over, moaning and gasping, choking, her body convulsing as she fought to stay standing, squealing and squirming, finally screaming and falling back. Her limbs went limp as she fell into the water, and Curt grabbed her, pulling her into his lap. "You don't get to sit there, you get to sit in my lap," He whispered, pulling her close. She curled up on him, wrapping her arms behind is neck and kissing his chest, the warmth of the water calming and enveloping her. "Thank you, thank you, sir," She whispered. "Are you going to be a good little kitten?" Curt asked, petting her hair. "Yes sir, I'm your kitten, please take good care of your pet, sir," She whimpered, nibbling on him. He sat her upright, her back against him, and spread her legs. He slowly started exploring her body with his hands as she gasped and pressed her ass against him, feeling his hard cock rubbing underneath her. He groped her tits, squeezing her nipples and grabbing them, then he worked his way down, rubbing her belly, her upper thighs, then spreading her lips with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. She shivered and panted, reaching back and grabbing his neck, rubbing her body against his. Curt pushed two fingers inside her pussy and she moaned, pressing against his touch, letting him rub her clit while she shivered and gasped, until she was finally close again. "Sir, please, please let your kitten cum," She gasped, and he laughed a little. "Cum for me, baby," He whispered, and she started to shake again, trembling and squirming while he held her down, penetrating her and thrusting his fingers inside of her while she moaned and gasped. When she was finally finished, he turned her around, spreading her legs and having her face him. "Please, sir, I'm exhausted," she whimpered, burying her face in his chest. "Yeah, well, I'm not done with you yet," He replied, pressing his cock against her pussy and slowly penetrating her. He pulled her close as she gasped, moaning gibberish into his ears and wrapping her arms around him, riding him as hard as she could. Curt groped her butt cheeks, slowly forcing two fingers in her ass, hitting her G-spot and inciting an almost immediate orgasm. "Please! Please! Sir! I'm going to-" "Just cum for me, keep cumming," He whispered, and she started shaking again. "Daniel, you hard again?" Curt called while Mara reached climax, shaking and quivering. "Fuck yeah I am." Daniel laughed, and Curt waved him over. "Stick your cock up her ass, this little fuck toy wants to get double fucked, don't you, kitten?" Mara purred in his ear, hot from the throes of her last orgasm. "Yes, please sir, fuck both my holes, fill your little pet with your cocks," She begged, turning to Daniel. "Please, fuck my ass." Daniel hopped up and straddled her, shoving his cock up her ass, and she moaned, gyrating, as they both penetrated her, filling her with two cocks. She lost herself in her own sexual lust, riding the tides of orgasm after orgasm, climaxing again and again until she could barely move. Finally, as she reached climax one last time, she heard Daniel groaning. She pushed down into their cocks, clenching her ass and pussy and moaning. "Please, fill me with cum!" She begged, and both cocks started pumping their hot loads inside her, shooting semen into her ass and pussy while she came. Daniel groaned and fell back in his seat. Curt pulled his cock out, letting Mara snuggle up close to him in his lap. He held her while she shivered, petting her while she purred and moaned. Finally, her eyes opened up and she nuzzled up against him. "Sir, your kitten is sleepy," She purred, and he smiled. "Are you ready to go to bed?" He asked, and she whimpered. "Yes sir, please." She moaned, and he picked her up, wrapping her in a towel and carrying her inside. Mara was semi conscious, feeling the water dripping down her body, the cum dribbling out of her ass and pussy. Soon, she was being carried down a flight of stares. She looked around and saw that she was in an unfinished basement, stacked high with boxes, firewood, crates, and in the corner, a large iron cage. The air was musty and dirty with a faint smell of animal urine lingering in the air. "Please, sir, can't I sleep in your bed with you?" She begged, but Curt laughed a little. "Only good little pets that no how to behave get to sleep in my bed," He told her opening the cage and pushing her inside. She barely had time to react when Curt stuffed in a large, fluffy blanket, covered in dirt and pine needles, and shut the cage. "Please, sir, don't leave me in this cage," She begged as he watched her slowly start to panic. "Once you learn to behave, I might start letting you sleep in my bed with me," Curt smiled. Mara shook her head, the pieces slowly starting to come together in. "B-but aren't you going to take me back to town in the morning?" She begged, tears building in her eyes, "So I can finally go home?" Curt slowly walked back towards the stairwell. "Kitten," He said calmly, turning off the light and slowly closing the door. "You are home."