Pets: Bach's Story (12 page)

“Mm,” she hummed into her gag, the soft sound holding the slightest note of reserve for the size of it.

“It’s going to get much bigger than this, my girl,” he told her and lightly smacked her bottom. The swat was barely hard enough to pinken her cheeks and leave the print of his fingers behind. “Ride it.”

Pani’s first movements were tentative at best, and he slapped her bottom again.

“Ride it,” he told her and unstrapped her legs to give her no excuse for lack of obedience.

She pulled her hips forward almost to the point of the insert leaving her entirely, and a low moan sighed past her lips as she sank slowly back on it. Blindfolded, her arms still in their binding sleeve behind her, she struggled to use the chair for balance and yet undulated her hips in quick bursts that threatened to topple her with each pump. She wanted hard and she wanted fast, and Bach wrapped his arm around her waist to help steady her. Gripping the plug tightly with his other hand, he gave her exactly what her body begged for.

er pants turned to grunts and then to lusty cries. Her whole body shuddered and rocked as she threw her legs far apart to give him total access. Bach was as hard as stone, the front of his trousers a tightly confined torment, as she began to wail.

He promptly removed the insert and set it aside to cover the contracting lips of her sex with the flat of his hand. He massaged her, rubbing to bring her slowly back from the edge of completion.

“Not so fast, my dear,” he laughingly chided. “If I can’t spend, then neither will you.”

It was too bad that he couldn’t fit himself entirely within the wet folds. He should have bought a cock sleeve while he was at the pet store, then he could have felt her clenching tight like this all around him, her sweet sex shivering as she gasped and moaned with sensual delight.

When Bach set her back on her feet, her knees wobbled weakly and tried to buckle under her. Each time Pani sagged, his hand under her hips helped to prop her back up until she was finally able to stand on her own.

Poor thing.

He stroked her mane, running his hands gently down her back, buttocks and thighs. The human pet was really quite fragile. She weakened so easily. He would have to proceed with care until he saw how well she stood up to the battering he intended to give her.

Bach skipped another two plug sizes with the next insert. He took his time greasing it up, and with one hand, spread her bottom cheeks to place the rounded nose into place against her small rim.

“All right, young lady.” He gave both her right and left buttock a playful swat. “You wanted to do this yourself. Ride it. I want to see the whole thing all the way up inside your pretty bottom.”

Blindfolded, she turned her head as though she were looking back at him over one shoulder. Then, gingerly, she shifted her legs for balance and seated herself on the plug. The first little bit went in with very little trouble, but as she continued to push back, she began to wince and gasp expressively.

“Come on,” he encouraged, and slapped her bottom twice more. “Take the whole thing.

All the way in now.”

She groaned plaintively, and Bach wrapped his arm around her waist, sliding his free hand between her thighs to give her some encouragement.

“Come on, you’re only halfway there. You had this whole thing inside you just yesterday, so I know you can do it.”

Her groans turned to dry, sobbing grunts. “N-no m-more spanking, Papa,” she whimpered.

“This isn’t spanking. This is stretching.”

“No m-more s-s-stre-e-etching! Oh!” She grit her teeth as she pushed back even more.

Her head fell forward until her chin touched her chest, her face a mask of intense discomfort.

“Ooo-o-ugh!”

“You’ll be grateful I made you do this in a minute when it comes time for Papa to take his turn. Papa is bigger than this. You don’t want your pretty bottom to be torn apart, do you?”

“Ah!” A tear trickled from out beneath the bottom of the blindfold.

“Good girl,” Bach said. “You’ve only got the largest part to go now. Come on, push, Pani!

I want this all the way inside you.”

She began to cry and tried to withdraw, but he caught her hips, lifting her all the way up off the ground. Keeping the plug firmly lodged, her said, “Spread your legs, Pani. Relax your bottom, and I’ll help you.”

He had to tell her twice before she would obey, and she let out an agonized shout as he pushed the worst and thickest part beyond her sore, distended rim. He left it seated deeply, letting her grow accustomed to the feel while he helped her back over the chair.

“No more,” she begged, her small voice cracking tearfully.

“More,” he told her firmly, but knelt down behind her, positioning her well forward and spreading both her bottom and her legs. “There will be a good deal of ‘more’ for you tonight.”

She sucked a startled breath and held it when the heat of his mouth closed over her funny little inside out clit. Being backwards built made it awfully convenient to get at, and oh but did he like the taste and smell of her. Her arousal was a heady musk and the liquid on his tongue both salty and sweet to the taste. He nibbled and sucked, laving up between the folds of her sex.

He took firm hold of the base of the insert and really made her buck and cry out when he pounded it rapidly in and out of her a dozen times or more.

If he had only her sounds to judge her enjoyment by, Bach would say Pani greatly disliked the large plug. But the copious flow of cream between her legs told an entirely different story. The naughty little thing, he chuckled and gave her vulnerable round bottom a handful of quick spanks for trying to hide her pleasure from him.

Each clap of his hand made her wiggle and jump, humping her hips against the back of the chair as the lingering sting chewed into her nether cheeks. It was a delicious dance to behold, the lascivious bounce and wriggle as she blindly tried to evade his hand. And yet she also splayed her legs, opening herself back up to the ministrations of his hungry mouth.

Bach shoved the plug deeply home again and pressed it firmly into place. The narrow slit of her sex was so very wet, it glistened in the lights, and suddenly it couldn’t have mattered less that he wouldn’t fit entirely within her, just so long as he could feel her squeezing all around him.

Pani’s head turned as she cocked an ear when he unfastened the front of his trousers. Her lips quivered uncertainly. In a small, trembling voice, she asked, “Papa, what’s that?”

He hadn’t been this hard in ages. The whole length of his burgeoning cock seemed to throb for a chance at sinking into the heat of her and riding until she squealed those delicious cries of unwilling enjoyment.

“What’s that?” she begged again, a trickle of fear creeping into her tone as he took hold of her braided mane and put her well over the back of the chair.

Her entire body went taut as the thick head of him nosed up against her slit.

“Oh! NO!” She tried to snap her legs together, but he only strapped them back down again, opening her up to his invasion regardless of how she squirmed. He spanked her for fighting him anyway, slapping her rosy bottom lightly until the surface of both cheeks were a brilliant pink.

Gripping the root of his cock, he rubbed the bulbous head up and down along her moist little slit, letting her feel him and parting the folds despite her desperate “No’s”. She was so wet, he simply slid right up inside her.

“My god, how tight you are,” he breathed over her low groans. But he fit. No all the way in, of course; there were still a good four inches of him that he was unable to submerge in her silken heat. But as he butted up against the soft wall of her womb, he felt her sheath squeeze so tense and tight around him that he almost lost control.

He moved, barely, experimentally. The whole of her contracted on him like a hot fist, milking along the length of him. When he carefully withdrew, the most delicious sucking sensation engulfed his entire cock.

“Oh Pani,” he sighed.

She moaned, “No…no…”

He pulled back on her braids so he could see her face, her open-mouthed expression as he pressed slowly back up to her womb. She moaned again and shivered, and Bach laughed. It was a sound of sheer ecstacy coming from her trembling lips.

“Yes, my girl,” he corrected. “You say ‘yes’ when you like something.”

“No-o-o!” Strapped down as she was, she could barely wiggle, but the way she tightened around him told him just how desperately she wanted to rock back on him.

“Say yes,” he coaxed, reaching beneath her to caress the stiff little nub that had long since come out of hiding to greet him.

“Ooooh!” She buried her face in the chair’s cushioned seat.

Very gently, he gave her clit a spank and she jolted beneath him. “Say yes, Pani.”

“Papa,” she whimpered, her breath catching in her throat.

“Say yes,” he repeated and gave the sensitive nub another slightly harder spank.

“Oo-o-oh!” she wailed, and he spanked her clit again. Her whole body shuddered and she gargled a long, drawn out, “Yeeesssssss!”

“Good girl, Pani.” He smoothed his hands down the plain of her spotted back. Her every muscle was tense, her hips so tightly confined to permit her to buck in orgasm, but he could feel the long sheath of her sex working convulsively all around him. It was heaven, and he bent down to kiss her shoulder, more than ready to lose himself in the sensation. “You may have your pleasure,” he said, as he wrapped his hands around her waist. Now it was his turn.

He wanted to be gentle. He tried not to thrust too forcefully or too deep. But as she convulsed around him, the slick, wet sleeve of her drawing him amazingly in another inch, he could feel himself pounding harder and faster. He couldn’t take much at all that way. The threat of his own spending was racing up to meet him.

As she moaned and shivered her way through a second orgasm, he froze himself mid-stroke, hanging on tightly to her hips and riding the squeezing, clenching waves of ecstasy with gritted teeth and barely maintained control. Panting, Bach took hold of the insert in her bottom and, as he withdrew it, pulled out of her.

For several long seconds, her lovely anus remained open, a perfect round little ‘o’ gaping moist and pink, the beckoning bulls’-eye of a recreational target. He skimmed the rim with his fingertips, and like a frightened flower, it suddenly closed up against him.

“No,” she panted.

“You know better.”

She cried, then screamed into the cushions when he entered her. Despite the stretching regime, he felt as though he barely fit. Gentleness was an impossibility. So was restraint. It had been forever since the last time he’d loved a woman, and he’d already held back for so long…

“Oh, Pani.” He bent forward, resting his head on her shoulders. He cradled her hips in both hands and began to thrust.

Pani screeched as the vigor of his mounting increased, but he simply could not last long.

The feeling of being so engulfed, of being able to slam fully home inside the hot, tight sheath of her body, and to have her close so firmly around him as though she were milking his cock, was powerful. His spending came over him with a roar that drowned out her pained cries. He collapsed on top of her, his hips pumping into hers, his muscles shivering as he spilled his seed deep inside.

He leaned his forearms heavily upon the chair’s padded rests, panting over her, the leaden weakness of satiety settling into his limbs in a way he hadn’t felt since Laan had died.

Pani sobbed as he slipped limply out of her.

“Good girl,” he soothed her, his hand caressing from her shoulders to her wrists. He kissed the small of her back, dotted as it was with salty sweat. “You did very well.”

He removed her blindfold, soaked all the way through with her tears and removed the sleeve so she could stretch her arms.

She reached back with one hand to cover her bottom’s sorely ravaged passage. But it wasn’t until he reached down to massage her there that he realize just how wet and slick she was.

That musky cream that was her arousal was all over his hand when he pulled it back to look. She sobbed even harder when she saw his glistening fingertips.

He picked her up, pulling her onto his lap as he sat down in the nearest chair. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’ve pleased me no end. I’m glad you liked at least parts of it, because we’re going to do so again, often. That’s why you’re here. To make me happy.”

She was inconsolable, and yet the whole time she cried, not once did she try to pull out of his arms or to turn from the comfort he offered. Instead, she buried her face against his chest and, quite literally, cried herself to sleep.

*

The computer beeped twice, and Bach couldn’t have cared less. He had no interest in answering. Just making the attempt meant that he’d have to move, and moving meant he’d have to disturb Pani, who was straddling his lap, her hands clenched just under her chin as though in prayer, sound asleep. She was darling.

And she was all his.

Then he happened to glance at the monitor and stifled a groan when he saw what signal the call was coming in on. Only one person in the world ever used that frequency: Councilman Remeik.

Damn.

It took some careful shifting to juggle Pani enough to be able to hit the right button.

“I’m retired,” he said by way of a proper greeting.

The Councilman wasn’t even phased. “Hello, my boy. And so you are. Who’s said anything different? Can’t an old man call his favorite protégé and see how he is?”

“That depends entirely upon the call’s underlying motive.”

The corners of Remeik’s eyes crinkled as he laughed, then they flicked down to Pani.

From the position of the monitor, he couldn’t have seen more than just the coppery-red top of her mane, but he still said, “Lovely specimen.”

“Don’t ask if I’m going to breed her. I really don’t know yet and there are half a dozen people in line ahead of you for her whelps.” Bach stroked her mess of a braid, smoothing stray wisps from around her eyes. The tip of her nose was red from crying and her lashes were still damp.

“You look like a man stricken with Pet Lust,” Remeik said.