8 comments/ 25412 views/ 25 favorites The Pleasure Planet Pt. 01 By: Kinky_Velvet The hellhound looked like a shadow wreathed in fur. Powerful muscles rippled as it shifted its weight. It crouched on all fours, looking up at its master, amber eyes glowing with a baleful light. The scent of a female in heat drew the hellhound's attention, and it turned its wolfish head to gaze across the room. Master had to tug on its chains to keep the hellhound in place. A young woman, barely out of her teenage years, was being forced down on the thick wooden table that occupied the middle of the room. Master's helpers - the tyrants, he called them - were holding her in the correct position; bent over the table with her feet on the ground and her face pressed against the rough wood. The hellhound stood in excitement, straining against the chains, and whimpered with desire. Standing upright he was much taller and larger than his master, but he knew better than to struggle free; disobedience would be harshly punished. "Calm, Shadow." Master crooned, stroking the hellhound's jet black fur. Hellhounds were what happened when a werewolf was resurrected by a necromancer. They were violent, dangerous beasts with no memory of their human life and no mercy upon their victims. Only through continual satisfaction of their sexual desires could they be rendered somewhat tame, and taught to follow orders. Shadow shifted his weight from foot to foot impatiently. His erection strained against the chains wrapped around his thick black cock. This was a method of control; Master had the key that unlocked the chains, Master controlled whether or not Shadow could use his favourite toy, and so Master had to be obeyed or the desire would build and build until Shadow was a writhing mess of desire and longing, locked in a tiny cell, aching to rut against something but unable to move. That had been his fate once when he had accidentally torn apart a prisoner of war Master hadn't wanted harmed; he would be careful not to disobey again. "I am going to free you, now." Master breathed in Shadow's ear, and the hellhound's tail wagged excitedly. "You must not kill this one. Understand?" Shadow was too distracted by the scent of the girl, and he whined, tongue lolling out of his mouth. Master slid his hand in between the wolf's powerful legs and squeezed Shadow's balls, making the hellhound yelp. "Understand?!" "Yes!" Shadow panted. "Yes, Master, please...!" The necromancer released his servant and unlocked the chains. "Is she tied down?" He called across the room. The tyrants nodded and scrambled away, clearing space for the hellhound; none of them wanted to get too close to such a dangerous creature. The chains fell away and Shadow's erection sprung free, curving up, glistening and strong. At a word from Master the hellhound sprang across the room in one bound. He sniffed the female up and down, then growled into her ear, "I am going to make you scream." Angel was from a Christian family, and had been on her way to church that morning when the tyrants had taken her. They had dragged her kicking and screaming into an alley, and there they had pushed her to her knees and taken turns forcing themselves down her throat, pumping and thrusting like pistons and pulling her long blonde hair until their salty cream spurted into her mouth. They had delighted in making her swallow it, clamping their hands over her nose and mouth and shouting that she would be suffocated if she didn't do as instructed. The entire time she had prayed to god, and thanked him for making them use her mouth instead of her sacred place; she was a virgin, and wanted to remain that way until marriage. But now the hellhound leaned over her, heavy and powerful, and she felt the tip of his thick cock pressing against her entrance, and she wailed in despair. She would be ruined. No man would marry a woman tainted with the cum of a hellhound, and god would turn from her in disgust. "Please!" She sobbed. "Please, please, no!" Shadow snarled in irritation and grabbed her face, pressing his palm over her mouth, to shut her up. He pressed forward with his hips, and his cock began to slide in; god she was tight! Too tight - he was tearing her, and she bucked against him and screamed, trying to get free, but her struggles only made him moan in pleasure. He pressed harder, and his cock slid deeper, stretching her. He began to thrust gently, while the girl cried in pain. Now she was making sounds he liked, so he released her face and instead pressed his hands down on her shoulders, so that her cries rang clear. He loved the sounds of suffering. He began to thrust harder and faster. Angel was laying limp now, no longer struggling. Shadow twisted his clawed fingers through her hair and yanked her head back, arching her spine. He slid his other hand around her throat and squeezed, hard, harder, until she made delicious gagging sounds, choking, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. Her body shuddered and convulsed, and moved against his cock pleasantly. When she looked as though she were about to pass out he released her, and she flopped down onto the table, gasping for air. Now he grabbed her hips and pumped in and out and in and out. His claws dug into her skin and he moaned in ecstasy. It didn't escape his notice that her cheeks turned pink and her eyes fluttered. When he reached the edge of orgasm he paused, and leaned forward to whisper into the girl's ear. "I am going to cum inside you now." "No!" Angel wailed, knowing what that would mean. "Please, I don't want to be cursed!" She cried and begged and pleaded, and Shadow closed his eyes and listened to her distress with pleasure, moaning softly. Then he grabbed her hips once more and thrust even harder and stronger than before, and Angel gasped and writhed in pleasure and tried to deny the burning growing inside her, but it spread and spread until the first orgasm of her life shuddered throughout her entire body, and the hellhound came with a roar and with each pump filled her with thick black cum. When it was over and the hellhound was curled contentedly in a corner, licking his cock clean with his soft pink tongue, the necromancer gently removed Angel's chains and pulled her to her feet. He held her head in both hands and peered into her eyes, looking almost concerned, then he smiled. "You enjoyed that." Angel's bottom lip trembled. "No... no..." But she knew she was lying; she had enjoyed it, at the end, enjoyed it more than anything else she had ever felt. "You will soon learn to accept what you now are." The necromancer told her. Then he summoned his tyrants and they took her away and locked her in a room and she fell onto a soft bed and cried and cried, and then, after what felt liked eternity, finally slipped into exhausted sleep. She dreamt of the hellhound and his thick black cock, and the pleasure he had given her. The next morning when she woke she felt for the first time a burn of desire between her legs. She longed to feel that pleasure again. The Pleasure Planet Pt. 02 Note to readers: I'm new to this site, and part one of this series was my first ever submission. Comments are much appreciated, please tell me what you did and didn't like and what you'd like to see in future submissions. And please share with me any fetishes you have, I'll try and include them! I can't write good literotica if I don't know what turns you on ;) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The use of hellhounds was illegal on the pleasure planet XXX (usually said 'triple x'). So when outside of Master's estate Shadow had to remain in wolf form. He had three forms: natural, wolf, and man. His natural state was his preferred - when he was still wolf-like but humanoid, able to speak and use his hands, able to snap and bite and claw; the best of both worlds. But for now Shadow sat loyally by his master's side, appearing to all the world like the faithful family dog, if a bit savage in appearance; not all dogs looked like a shaggy jet black wolf. Shadow yawned wide and lay down on the dusty floor. He was bored by all these tedious proceedings. Master's company, a group of slave traders called Tyrants Incorporated, were having a board meeting to decide the fate of their newest commodity. The 'commodity' was hanging suspended from chains in the middle of the room where all could see her, a ball gag in her mouth to muffle the occasional whimper. "The grown-ups are talking now, sweetie." Master had said as he'd fitted the rubber ball into her mouth. "You're here to be seen, not to be heard." And he'd ruffled her long blonde hair and returned to his chair. Angel swung gently in the cool air, goosebumps raised on her naked skin. She could hear the necromancer talking about her but was too dazed to make out what he was saying. Her jaw ached from being stretched wide by the ball gag. Her ankles and wrists had been rubbed raw by the chains wrapped around them. She was tied with her knees bent and her arms pulled behind her back and her ankles and wrists all chained together and attached to one big rope that hung from the ceiling. It was uncomfortable, her limbs were numb, and when she relaxed her neck and let her head hang down all the blood rushed to it and made her dizzy. She was also horny. Very, very horny. It was the curse - what happened when one was tainted with hellhound cum. Her sexual desires were now permanently in overdrive, and she squirmed, trying to free her hands, desperate to touch herself. "...should be sold now." One of the old men arguing with the necromancer was saying. "While she's still fresh. Nobody will want her once she's... oh..." And here he stuttered to a close, voice becoming strained, for halfway through the meeting the three old men had become bored and rung for slave girls, and now each of them had a girl kneeling before his chair, pleasuring them while they debated. The man who had been speaking now grabbed his girl's ponytail and shoved her head forward until she gagged, then leaned back in his chair and twitched and moaned as he came. The necromancer took advantage of the momentary silence to take up his side of the argument. "I beg to differ, Sir!" He said swiftly. "She will be improved by further training! I see a lot of potential in this girl; once properly trained she'll be able to perform any task, satisfy any desire. We could auction her off to our richest clients and make thousands if they want her badly enough." The grouchiest of his opponents was now happy and contented from his orgasm, and no longer seemed to care about the argument. He pulled his slave girl's mouth off his cock with a pop, and a mixture of creamy white cum and drool dripped from her mouth. "Clean up this mess!" He snapped, pointing at the puddle of cum forming on the floor, and she obediently bent down and began lapping it up. Angel's stomach twisted. Was that what they were going to train her to do? She struggled a little in her chains, and tried to protest around the ball gag in her mouth, but her muffled whimpers went unnoticed. The necromancer was now in control of the debate, his opponents distracted and appeased by the slave girls. He paced back and forth just in front of Angel, gesturing wildly with his speech, Shadow pacing beside him. The old men were nodding. "Observe." He suddenly spun and approached Angel, who regarded him with wide, fearful blue eyes. Gently he removed the ball gag, and Angel gratefully closed her aching jaw. "Very soon," the necromancer claimed to the now curious old men, "this young girl will beg each of you to fuck her." "I will not!" Angel snapped, outraged; she may have been bound and raped and abused, she may be feeling a deep burning desire between her legs, but she still had her pride. "Your training begins now." The necromancer snarled, and he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so she was forced to look into his eyes. They were wild and fierce and frightening. She cringed. "Every time you talk back to me," he whispered, his words like a malicious caress, "you will be punished." A terrible burning pain suddenly sparked through Angel's nipple, and she screamed. The necromancer held up a device for her to see; a smooth black rod about the size of a pen. When he pressed a button blue sparks flickered at its tip. "I call this the zapper." He said with a cruel smile. "It's a device of my own design. The voltage can be adjusted. You just experienced its lowest setting." He leaned close, and Angel could smell his musky aftershave. "You will not anger me again." "Yes, sir." Angel whispered in a very timid voice. "Yes what?" The necromancer cocked his head to one side. "I've told you what you are to call me." "Yes... Master." "Good girl." He kissed her softly and stepped back. "I don't think the term 'beg' really applies when she's only asking us to fuck her to avoid being zapped." Said one of the old men, grey-haired and stern-faced. The others agreed, sounding disappointed. "Oh, I quite agree!" The necromancer told them. "That is not what's going to happen. Angel," he turned back to her, "I'm not going to order you to beg them, and you will not be punished if you don't. Understand?" She nodded with relief; thank god, she wouldn't have to have sex with these disgusting old men. There was no way he could make her genuinely want them. "I'm ready to be impressed, necromancer." The grey-haired man said mockingly, and the others laughed; clearly they didn't believe it could be done. "Just watch, have patience." He told them, and moved out of Angel's view. She tensed, waiting with apprehension. The touch of a warm hang on her thigh made her jump. The necromancer had moved around behind her, and was now standing in between her legs. He made an approving sound as he ran a finger between her legs. Then he returned to her head and held up the finger for her to see; its tip glistened wet. "What do you see?" He asked her gently. She shook her head, not answering. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced the finger into her mouth. Angel gagged, stomach heaving. She could taste her own juices. "You're wet." The necromancer informed her. "Dripping, soaking wet." He wiggled the finger in her mouth. "Aren't you?" She gave a sob. "Shh, it's okay." He removed his finger from her mouth and wiped away her tears. "It's alright, it's nothing to be ashamed of." "What have you done to me?!" She raged at him. "Nothing bad, sweetheart. You need sex. That's all." His hand traced her collarbones. "You're horny as fuck right now, and unable to pleasure yourself. How frustrating that must be. But don't worry. I can help with that." He moved around behind her again, between her legs. Angel's breathing quickened and her body tensed. She tingled with anticipation. There was the sound of a zipper, then strong hands gripped her hips, and slowly, the necromancer eased into her. Angel let out a husky moan as she was filled. His cock was rock hard and warm and satisfying. He pulled most of the way out, then slid in again, slowly, over and over. Angel writhed on the cock impaling her, wishing she could push back against him. He increased his pace. "Oh." She breathed, "oh!" "I think she's really enjoying that." The grey-haired man said, leaning forward in his chair, eyes glittering with lust. Angel wailed and shook her head. "No! No! I don't want it; stop, stop!" A stinging hand slapped against her ass, and she shut her mouth. "Don't lie to me, Angel." The Necromancer hissed. He had stopped thrusting in order to reprimand her, and now his cock was still. Angel twisted and moaned, trying to get the pleasurable feeling to start again. "Oh." The necromancer's cold voice was mocking. "Would you like something?" She groaned in frustration and tried to struggle against the chains, to no avail. "Could it possibly be this?" He rocked his hips, and Angel gasped, shuddering, as pleasure washed through her. She was right on the edge of orgasm. "Please," she whispered, "please..." He moved again, and she gasped. "Yes!" Then he stopped. Pulled free, and stepped away, doing up his fly. Despite having just fucked a girl in public he appeared perfectly calm and composed. Angel wailed and squirmed, desperately horny. "Please, Master, please!" "Don't ask me." The necromancer pointed at the three old men. "Ask them." Angel shook her head, disgusted. The necromancer was young-looking and fit, with a sculpted body, seductive voice and pleasant scent. The old men were fat and unattractive, and she felt sick at the idea of having sex with them. "Well," the necromancer sighed, "I guess there'll be no satisfaction for you, then." Angel hung her head and cried. Her clit tingled in the cool air. Wetness coated the insides of her thighs. She tried to squeeze her legs together, hoping to somehow rub against herself, but the necromancer moved like lightning and pulled her legs apart with a growl. "None of that, now. You be a good girl." And he slapped her hard between her legs. Angel cried out; it had nearly made her cum. Teasingly, he began to trace small circles on the insides of her thighs, coming within millimetres of her clit but never giving her any satisfaction. Angel couldn't seem to stop the small squeaking sounds coming out of her mouth. Shadow sat watching her, tail wagging, amber eyes glittering with sadistic enjoyment. Angel swallowed hard, then lifted her head to peer at the three old men. The slave girls had left, and they sat there with their flies undone, all sporting hard erections. "Please... fuck me." "A little louder, dear; they're a bit hard of hearing in their old age." The necromancer murmured, fingers brushing against her clit ever so lightly, making her gasp. Angel licked her lips and cleared her throat and spoke a little louder. "Please. Please, fuck me!" The old men looked at her with eyebrows raised, then switched their attention to the necromancer. "I'm impressed!" The grey-haired one said. "She's all yours." The necromancer backed away, making room. "Have your way with her, gentlemen." The three elderly men advanced on her eagerly. Angel struggled between contrasting emotions; she was at once horrified and delighted by the idea of what they were about to do to her. The grey-haired one grasped her jaw and lifted her face to his. Then he kissed her, hard, tongue forcing its way into her mouth. "It would be much too easy if we just gave you what you wanted at once." He murmured. "So first, I think I'd like to do it this way for a little while." And he pressed the head of his erection against her lips. "No!" Angel turned her head away. "That's not what I want!" "What you want doesn't matter." The necromancer said coldly, and he held up the zapper as a warning. "You will not refuse or reject them. You asked for it, now you will take it, and show some gratitude if you don't want to be punished." Angel whimpered, and reluctantly, slowly, parted her lips. The grey-hair man's cock plunged in at once, all the way to the back of her throat, and Angel choked in disgust and shock. He tasted overpoweringly musky. Drool dribbled down her chin as he thrust. "I want you to swallow when I cum." He ordered. "You will swallow, or we won't satisfy you." Another of the old men moved around between her legs, and grasped her hips. Angel hoped for a moment that he would give her what she wanted. But then his cock pressed against her tight anus, and Angel tried to scream no, but all she could make was muffled murmurs around the fat cock fucking her face. She had never been used that way, either, and knew it would hurt. The old man pressed his hips forward, forcing the head of his cock into her ass. She whimpered in pain. He was too big, much too big. But he ignored her suffering and forced his way further in. "Take it, bitch!" He snapped. "Take it all in." "Mnn." The grey-haired man murmured in appreciation. "Yeah. That's it, baby." He gripped her chin hard and began moving faster, in and out, sliding against her tongue. Now she was being fucked two ways. She rocked back and forth between them, her mouth and ass impaled. The grey-haired man was pulling her hair roughly and moaning. Suddenly he leaned forward, sliding all the way in until her nose was pressing into his pubic hair, with a savage cry he came, creamy goo filling her mouth. Angel shuddered in disgust. Then he pulled free and grabbed her face, one hand pressing hard over her mouth, the other pinching her nose so she couldn't breathe either way. "Swallow." He ordered her. "Swallow or we won't satisfy you." The taste was repulsive and she wanted to retch, but somehow, Angel managed to choke it all down. "Good girl." The grey-haired man cooed. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" She stroked her hair as though she were his pet. "Oh! Oh!" The man fucking her ass was becoming very vocal. "Ohhh god yes, she's-so-tight..." He thrust hard with each word. "Fuck yes! Good girl! That's it! Come on, baby!" He slapped her ass cheeks until they were red and stinging. Then he pulled out, with a suddenness that made her gasp, and strode around to her head and grabbed her by her hair. "I want to come in your mouth, too." "No!" She yelled, horrified; he'd just been in her ass, she didn't want that in her mouth! A cold, frightening voice sounded behind her. "I warned you." Something cold and hard slid into her ass, then the necromancer pressed the button, and the zapper came to life. Angel screamed as jolts of searing electricity ran through her rectum. It was agonizing. She shuddered and writhed, and still the necromancer held down the button, merciless and unrelenting. Then suddenly the searing burning stopped, and the zapper was ripped from her ass. Angel hung limp, whimpering. The necromancer came to her head and slapped her, hard, her head snapping to one side, then backhanded her the other way. Shadow growled low, supporting his master's fury. "I told you." The necromancer hissed, voice quiet and deadly. "That you were not to refuse them." "I'm sorry!" Angel sobbed. "I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry!" The necromancer gripped her throat and forced her head up, lowering his face to hers. He glared into her eyes. "That was still only on the lowest setting. Do you want to push me further?" "No!" "Then do as they ask!" And with that he strode away, back to Shadow's side, arms folded and face like thunder. Meek and obedient, Angel opened her mouth for the man who had been fucking her ass. She gagged as soon as the head slid in. It tasted rank. But she didn't whine or struggle, and she simply closed her eyes and let him come in her mouth and swallowed it when he did. She was beyond caring. Then, delight. The third old man, the only one she had not yet pleasured, stepped between her legs and began gently rubbing her clit. "You've been a good girl." He murmured softly, and his voice was light and almost kind. "You deserve a reward, my dear." And he slid his cock gently in, and leaning forward over her ass he reached as far as he could and grasped her tits. Then, squeezing them, he began humping her, cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy. "You're a very attractive young girl." He told her, though Angel couldn't hear him over the sounds of her own gasps and moans. "Such nice, full breasts. Such smooth skin. You'll do very well in this business." He thrust harder and faster. A burning tension was gather like a vast tidal wave, her pleasure was mounting fast, and Angel's cries echoed around the small chamber. Then she and the kindly old man came together, and Angel screamed, this time with pleasure rather than pain. When it was over two of the old men laughed and called her a slut, and the kindlier one stroked her leg and thanked her, while she hung limp and exhausted from her chains. Then they left, telling the necromancer they were impressed with his training abilities and that he could do with her as he saw fit. "Are you still angry?" Angel asked fearfully as the necromancer unchained her and pulled her into his arms. "No." He breathed, and he actually smiled. "You've done very well today. You've earned a bath and a good meal and some rest." Now that they were alone and safe from prying eyes, Shadow shifted back into his natural form, rising over his master like a hulking beast. The necromancer passed Angel into his servant's arms, and she snuggled against the silky furred chest of the hellhound and dozed contentedly as they carried her back to her bed chambers. The Pleasure Planet Pt. 03 Note to readers: This chapter mainly focuses on describing the characters, as requested, and elaborating upon the relationships between them. Shadow displeases Master, and I had a lot of fun describing his punishment. Chapter four (coming soon) will involve the beginning of Angel's training, and many, many punishment sessions ;) ~ Shadow was on his hands and knees, pleasuring Master. Of all his duties as a servant of the necromancer this was the one he hated the most. He was in human form, shuddering and whimpering with discomfort as Master pounded into him from behind. Even as a man Shadow still had wolfish features; the same glowing, amber eyes and razor sharp fangs. With a cry the necromancer came, then pulled out abruptly and stood. Shadow climbed up off his hands and knees. Knotted muscles rippled under tanned skin as he moved. "Thank you for the honour, Master." He told the necromancer, looking down at him, though the dark magician was by no means short. Even in human form, Shadow towered over seven feet. "You have done well." The necromancer told his servant. "These past few weeks you have performed your duties admirably. I think I shall reward you." Shadow's eyes brightened with a puppy-like enthusiasm. "Do you know what day it is in the human world?" The necromancer asked. Shadow shook his head, dark hair waving with the movement. "It's Christmas day. Come." The necromancer indicated that Shadow should follow. "I have a gift for you." Shadow shifted back into his natural form as he followed his Master through the twisting corridors of the mansion. Shaggy dark fur flowed over his body. His muscles bulged and grew. His jaw lengthened and became a snout. What resulted was a wolf the size of a bear, with a humanoid shape. In this form it was actually more comfortable to walk like a man than like a wolf, but Shadow had to hunch over to fit in the corridor, so he dropped heavily onto all fours and lumbered along. They reached a door much like any of the others, and Shadow sniffed the air excitedly, detecting Angel's scent. He liked the human girl. A lot. "She's yours for the rest of the day." The necromancer promised. "Don't kill or permanently damage her, but other than that, you can do whatever you want." And with that he swept away. Shadow lifted a powerful arm and gripped the door handle. His hind feet were like a wolf's paws, but his front were shaped like hands tipped with large claws. He opened the door and peered inside. At once the musky scent of pussy hit him like a wave. Angel was lounging on her bed, naked, pleasuring herself with her fingers. She was so focused on her pleasure she didn't notice the hellhound entering her room. Shadow sat back on his haunches and watched the girl appreciatively. She was beautiful. Her round, full breasts rose and fell with her breathing. Her face was a picture of ecstasy, crystal blue eyes closed tight. Her complexion was pale and perfect, like cream. Moaning, she came, and Shadow's cock twitched in response as he watched. She arched her back in pleasure, stretching out her toned belly. "That looks like fun." Shadow commented in his deep voice. Angel flew up into a sitting position, gasping, pink lips open in shock. Frightened blue locked onto fierce yellow as their eyes met. Time froze for a moment. Then Angel scrambled under her bed covers, to hide her nakedness. "Uh uh, no hiding." Shadow stepped over to the bed and ripped away the blankets. "You're mine." "Please!" Angel cried, cowering, "don't hurt me!" The great wolf leaned over the bed and seized her by the throat. Then he lifted her so high her toes dangled a meter from the ground. He brought her face close to his and bared his fangs threateningly. "I'll do whatever I want, girl. You. Are. Mine." Angel let out a tiny squeak. The wolf released his grip and the girl fell to the ground. She rubbed the bruised skin of her throat, coughing. "I'll make you a deal." Shadow's tone made it clear this wasn't an offer, it was an order. "You do everything I ask without hesitation, and I won't have to hurt you." Angel stared up at him. From her position on the floor it was like looking at a mountain. "I'll try... Master?" The hellhound shook his head. "No. Master wouldn't want you calling me that. Just call me Shadow." She nodded timidly. "Stand." There was a hint of a growl in his voice. Angel stood. "On the bed." She climbed onto the bed. "Lie on your back." She did so, trembling. She opened her mouth to speak, then thought better of it. "What?" The wolf snapped, irritated. "Nothing, Shadow." "Tell me!" "I just... Will you be gentle?" Shadow snorted. The idea seemed to amuse him. "No, girl, I will not." "Oh." She looked down. "I am going to fuck you now." The hellhound said, and Angel shivered at the coldness in his voice. "You will remain still and not make a sound. You are to be used, not interacted with. Give me your best impersonation of a sex toy." Tears began to trickle down Angel's cheeks as she nodded. "Good girl." Then he took her. It was sudden and abrupt and sucked her breath away. He was very rough, and his sharp claws left bleeding cuts on her hips and thighs. Angel would never have believed it, but this was gentle by hellhound standards; Shadow remembered his Master's order not to cause any permanent damage, and he was being careful with his claws, trying not to scratch deep enough to cause scars. Angel bit her lip hard in an effort not to cry out as his impossibly large cock filled her. After the first few thrusts the hellhound's cock was coated in a mixture of wetness and blood, and this made its passage smoother and easier to bear. So close after her last orgasm Angel was incredibly sensitive, and pain swiftly began to blend with pleasure. She shivered on the bed, trying to keep still and silent like he'd asked. Shadow smiled knowingly as the expression on his prey's face began to change. He leaned forward and scraped his fangs lightly along her neck, causing tingles to spark through her entire body. "You are too easy." He told her, and Angel turned her face away, ashamed. The hellhound suddenly stood, and Angel couldn't quite help a squeal of shock as she was lifted with him. Shadow gripped her ass with one hand, holding her in position with his cock still buried inside her, and backhanded her with the other. "I said be quiet!" His voice was a roar. Then he held her body tight against his and resumed his thrusting, ramming his hips against hers. The once quiet room was now filled with harsh breathing and the soft sound of skin hitting skin, muffled by the hellhound's fur. Angel wound her arms around his neck and breathed in his scent. He smelt like smoke and pine wood, as though he'd been sitting beside a fireplace. "Good girl," Shadow crooned, voice breaking with his pleasure, "that's it, keep still, let me have my way with you, I know you like it..." Angel was now radiating with satisfaction as the great wolf gave her exactly what she needed. She sighed softly in his ear, running her fingers through his luxurious fur. They came together, Angel writhing, the wolf howling. It took every ounce of her willpower not to moan aloud. Then the hellhound set her gently on her feet. She felt sore and ill-used, bruised and battered, and pleasantly satisfied. As her mind gradually cleared, Angel suddenly noticed something. The door. The door was ajar. She wasn't locked in the room. The wolf was still standing with his head leaned back and his eyes closed, enjoying the warm afterglow of his orgasm. Angel darted around him and bolted out the door. Sudden pain lashed across her back and she screamed, crumpling to the floor. Shadow cursed angrily. His claws had opened deep gashes across the smooth skin of her back. They would be sure to scar, and he would be cruelly punished. "Damn you, you little bitch!" He kicked her in the stomach and she curled into a ball, winded. "You made me do it! I'll be put in the cage, Master will never understand that it was your fault!" He hauled her roughly upright and glared at her, thinking what to do. He wanted to beat her until she begged for mercy. He wanted to fuck her so hard and so rough he tore her apart. He wanted revenge. But the more time he wasted before getting her to the infirmary, the uglier the scars were likely to become, and the worse he would be punished. In the end he satisfied himself by striking her hard enough to knock her out, then slinging her limp body over his shoulder and storming to the infirmary. ~ "In the cage." The necromancer stood before Shadow, holding the cage door open, eyes flashing angrily. He looked like a gentleman in his perfect suit with his neatly brushed hair and clean-shaven face, but underneath the disarming exterior was a sadistic, cruel mind. Shadow did as he was told, meek and obedient. His hands were cuffed behind his back, and once the cage door had closed, he could barely move; the cage was small enough that he couldn't sit or turn, he had to simply stand there until he was allowed out. This was not the first time he had been in the cage and he knew the procedure. After locking the door, the necromancer strode around to the back of the cage, chuckling softly to himself; he loved doing this. The titillator was designed to cause desire but give no satisfaction. It was a device of chains, clamps and something similar to the zapper. Shadow's muscles tensed with displeasure as the pen-sized metal rod was pushed into his anus. It took all of his willpower to control his temper. This was humiliating, degrading, and though Master used him constantly it was hardly ever like this. The two clamps were attached to his balls and Shadow let out a small, mournful howl as they gripped them tight. The rod and two clamps were all connected by copper chains to a plug that went into the wall just behind the cage. As the plug slid into its slot the titillator came to life. It was nothing like the zapper; nothing that powerful. A gentle current flowed through it and sent tingles flowing from Shadow's groin all throughout his body. At the same time the clamps began rhythmically squeezing his balls, milking them, contracting then relaxing over and over. His cock came erect almost at once, and pressed painfully against the cage door; there was enough room for him with a flaccid penis, but not enough for it to fully stretch out. "Please, Master." Shadow whined, hating how pathetic he sounded. "It was her fault. She was trying to escape." The necromancer turned up the voltage. Shadow screamed - a horrible sound, the scream of a wolf, like the shriek of tearing metal - and nearly came. Then the voltage dove back down, and Shadow whined and writhed, right on the edge of orgasm. Slowly, frustratingly, the feeling faded away. "No excuses, you stupid mutt." The necromancer snapped. Shadow cringed; he was really angry. "You shouldn't have left the door open. I trust you won't make the same mistake again." "Never, Master, never!" Shadow promised. "Good boy." The necromancer reached into the cage and gripped Shadow's penis. "Good doggy." He squeezed it and fondled it, and Shadow groaned. It just made it press harder against the door. Then Master turned and strode away, taking all of Shadow's hopes of being released any time soon with him. The titillator continued to buzz with gentle electricity, holding Shadow always on the edge of orgasm but never giving relief. Before long Shadow was writhing and thrashing, tongue flashing pink as he panted. Try as he might, he was wedged tight into the cage, and he couldn't buck his hips or free his hands from their cuffs or find any means of relief. After the first few hours he had given up and was sagging limp against the bars when he smelt something. Angel. She was being led by a guard back to her room, the wounds across her back sewed up. When they passed the cage she stopped and looked at Shadow with sympathy. "Please," she said to the guard, "may I speak to him?" The guard just rolled his eyes and motioned for her to hurry up, looking bored. Angel hurried over to the cage. "I'm sorry!" She whispered. "I'm so sorry that you're getting punished because of me!" Shadow just stared at her, pupils widening into ovals, and after an uncertain pause he said, "oh." Angel's heart swelled with sympathy as she realised that he'd probably never been shown compassion before. She glanced over her shoulder. The guard was staring at his phone. Quickly she turned back to the cage, reached in through the bars and wrapped her hand around the wolf's cock. It was warm. He stared at her with wide eyes, silently begging. She began stroking him, and he shivered and his eyes half closed, a quiet moan escaping his jaws. He'd been on the edge so long that he came within seconds, clenching his teeth to muffle a soft cry of relief. Then Angel turned back to the guard and was hauled away. Of course Shadow hadn't really been saved; soon he would be on the edge of orgasm again and the torture would continue. But he'd been given a temporary reprieve, and he'd never before actually cum while using the titillator. It had been the best orgasm of his life.