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Thread: Pet Project

Rever whimpered out as she teased him and told him how cute he was. He watched he walk away out of his sight he stayed in that positions The taste of his own cum filling his mouth the thick jizz dripping from the panties into his mouth, on his tongue, down his throat. He heard her rummaging threw something he assumed it was the toy chest. What was she looking for? Wasnt she done with him yet. She had raped him what more did she want. Couldnt she just run off with the others and leave him alone. Seems the mad scientist wasnt liking being experimented on by his creation. This is what one would have to call irony or perhaps it was karma. She heard her leave. He was tempted to move but she probable hear or smell him if he made a run for it. He would have to wait for a better chance if he wanted to escape. So there he stayed dressed in womans clothing sucking on panties soaked with his cum his body covered and filled with the cum of the bear woman. And he was completely helpless to do anything about it. She returned soon enough. He wondered where she had gone and for what reason though he would find out soon enough. He let out a whimpering moan as he felt the leather collar wrap about his neck. He now knew he should have ran when he hand a chance she had a means to keep him close by now. Escape was becoming less and less likely. He gagged slightly as she pulled the panties out of his mouth he took a big gasp some cum still dripping from his mouth.
Thread: Pet Project

Don't worry, you will learn to love all kinds of cum. After all, it will be your favorite snack. She whispered, kneeling on the bed in front of him. She noticed that he had barely moved, the cum dripping deeper and deeper inside him. And now he would find another way to enjoy her cum. Her hand moved down, starting to run her hand along the bottom of her shaft as she looked at his form. It was not long before her member slowly begun to rose, its end dangerously close to Rever's lips. Here is your next lesson for my pet. I want you to give my me a blow job. I know you can do it, you're smart. She whispered to him, yanking the leash as if to drag him forward. But he would have to be better, not spilling the cum in his ass while moving forward to lap at her large member. It smelt of bear, cum smeared on the tip and along the length. The panties were thrown aside, cum dripping along the floor as it sat, the smell practically intoxicating. She would adore making him cum again, for the look on his face was so...Perfect. His whimpers, his cries. They all amused her so much. She may never get bored of him. Her new pet. Her hand reached out, taking the back of his head to push him towards the cock. He would have to work to get her to cum again, but he would eventually love it. But he would need to start. If you don't get me to cum in five minutes you will be severely punished. I am not afraid to get my revenge in different ways.
Thread: Pet Project

He looked up to her as she knelt down in front of him whimpering again as she told him how he would learn to love all the cum, which didnt bold well for him het let out a soft moan as he felt all of her still hot cum sloshing around inside of his ass slowly leaking into is belly. He blushed as he watched her starting to stroke her shaft right in his face the cock slowly growing harder and harder till it was at its full girth and nearly touching his face. He pulled back his head a bit not wanting to touch the cum covered cock. He gasped as she pulled on the leash and informed him of his next job as her pet. He pulled back his head as best he could as she continued to move him closer to her cock the powerful animal musky smell filled his lungs and overwhelmed his senses. Since she was part human the pheromones affected him though they had the intensity of a bear in heat but were directed at human senses. It was more than intoxicating it was causing him to lose focus all together. Before he even knew what he was doing he found himself moving and his mouth open. His tongue slowly extended and began to run along the throbbing cock of his creation. He gasped, coming back to his senses come back to him as she suddenly grabed the back of his head and foced him even closer to the cock making it slide into his mouth as he let out a muffled moan of protest. Whimpering once more as she told him he would be punished if he didnt make her cum he began to get to work. Slowly bobbing his head along her cock sucking and slurping at the cum soaked dick as he keped his back arched to keep her cum from leaking from his ass his tongue ran around the cock and occasional moans escaped as his own cock grew hard once more.
Thread: Pet Project

The bear was surprised when she saw him actually move his mouth forward. His mouth spread open, and he actually placed his mouth around it. It was almost as pleasing as feeling it in his ass. She let a groan escape, her breathing becoming faster. The bear had no idea about the pheromones, it was never explained. All she knew was that she adored sex. Before he had separated her in the lab she was placed with the other experiments...And by the next day the cage would be covered in her cum, the beast still slurping from her cock. She was an animal that only loved one thing. Sex. And she could tell he did as well. The way he moaned, how he was licking her with excitement. He would adore it. The moaning edged her on, making her hips twitching slightly as he sucked the smelly member. She had forced at least two inches into his mouth, just enough to fill him without hitting against his throat. She would do that later. Instead she let her hand run through his hair, coaxing him as he sucked on it. Yet as he moved deeper into her mouth, cleaning the cum covered cock, she heard the occasional moan, the way he was...He was enjoying this? She let her hand slip down, the soft end feeling how he had grown hard? She laughed harder as she felt it, knowing he liked this more then he let on. Aw. My Slut is enjoying his treat. Come on boy, get it a little deeper! As she said that she roughly took move, the head of her member actually pushing against his throat. It was practically long, and she was shocked that only about half of her member slid into his lips. He would need to take more then that if he wanted her to cum! Don't make me rape your mouth, suck a little harder.
Thread: Pet Project

He couldnt believe part of his mind was enjoying this the taste and smell was overpowering and intoxicating. Like a drug or aphrodisiac fogging his brain and making him crave the pleasure she could give him if she so desired. He was worried about getting to addicted to this knowing she did have a normal sex drive and could probable fuck him to death if she wanted. And he knew the more he was exposed to her pheromones the more they would have a lasting effect on him He only hoped she thought he was only being obedient rather than enjoying what he was doing. Though this hope was quickly dashed as she reached down and stroked his now hard member. He moaned all the louder against her cock as she ran her furry fingers along his hard cock. She knew now and she wouldnt go any easier on him for it. Her sexual torture will probable become more enjoyed on her part knowing he was unwillingly enjoying being her pet He let out a loud moan of protest as she grabbed his head pulling him down and thrusting forward. He felt her member force its way deep into his mouth and down his throat He panicked at first but tried his best to calm down as she threaten to rape his mouth. He whimpered out and began to suck harder not wanting to endure her raping his throat at all. Relax his throat he slowly took more and more of the cock into his mouth sucking hard and sliding his tongue around the member as he felt it going down his tight throat hopefully he could make her cum before the time limit of 5 minutes were up
Thread: As You Like It

Re As Your Like It Ronin Ronin gritted his teeth, he had been seperated from Rowan because he had let his guard down. He had flung himself to the ground as the first motav cocktail was thrown, his attempts at diverting the attention of those people whom seemed to want blood was proving futile. For a moment, he was out of breath, panting flat on the ground. Cocking his head to the side, his eyes went in the direction of the cellar where he had left her, his eyes widening as he saw flames burning away, as he watched on as he thought he saw a figure through the smoke, which vanished in a second. He brushed the thought away, struggling to rise up to his feet. Suddenly he was surrounded by what looked like to be the officials around here, his vision started to blur as he felt his body go limp. Immediately he awoke pespiration covering his body, looking around in an effort to see whether he was once again in prison. That same damn dream he thought of what happened in the last ten years, the only one whom he had to blame died in that fire. His reputation had gone down the drain since the word on the street was that he killed Rown and betrayed her family. Even though the officials had to release him since they did not have enough evidence, spending years in prison stuck like mud to his name. If only she had not treated him like he was some incompentant individual whom did not know how to do anything right. He did have his fair share of snobbish rich people he had to escort, yet some how she was on a class of her own and her life long goal seemed to mock him in every way possible. Had she not been tied up surely he thought, they would have reached their destination ahead of time avoided the ambush and he would have been paid. But she decided to annoy him to the extent where he had to treat her as a hostage rather then one whom was being escorted. Pushing these ill thoughts from his mind, he let out a soft sigh, gathering himself up to sit on the bed, his eyes immediately running over the fishes he had managed to catch today. Winter was coming and he was very much in need of some clothes to keep himself warm. Packing the various fish into a bag, he slung it over his shoulder and headed out the door of the hut he had been reduced to live in. Heading towards the market he decided to keep his mind in the present, the past seemed to revolve around his hatred for just one person whom was dead. Atleast that bitch was dead he thought with a small smile. As he entered the market it was filled with the stentch of rotting flesh. He had finally started to get used to it, after all he had no real choice after losing his whole fortune to getting out of prison. His dark hazel eyes wandered over to what seemed to be a boy, whom was selling fur. For a moment he blinked his eyes sensing something familiar about the person, he could not place his finger on it. Walking over to the boy, he dropped his bag infront of him. How goes your day? Sell much lately? He asked him, rather intrigued to find more regarding this boy and why he was so familiar.
Thread: As You Like It

Re As Your Like It Selling the last bits of fur took a great amount of effort. Especially in villages where other traders had already come through peddling their wares for twice the cost. Next year however, around this time, people would wait for her, because they would hear around the grapevine that she sold a great amount cheaper then her competitors. Eventually the people would become familiar too her and start trusting others less and less. Once they had surpassed that bond of friendship she would be able to jack up her prices. Providing that nobody else came through selling furs for half the value of what she was selling them for. Lovely day indeed. It was getting late and the day had indeed been lovely. Possibly the loveliest of lovely days Rowan had seen in a great while. Got some stuff left, mostly bits and pieces. You don't look too hefty I could fashion you a jacket and possibly boot linings from the bear fur I have left. Should keep you nice and warm during the long winter months. She didn't remember him, not one iota. Despite all her changes, she still had a classy sound to her voice. Heavenly in the way she seemed to carrying herself above humanity. Now, she was tilting her head downwards, a dark silhouette masking her delicate features. After tugging off her hat and tossing it into the cart she leaned over and retrieved a large ivory colored hide, slinging it over one shoulder. I do have this beauty. It was dark in places, soft in texture but heavy enough to severely weight down the boyish young woman. Wolf pelt makes an excellent blanket. Threading it together to make you a nice fur outfit wouldn't be too difficult. This is the last of it so I could probably let you have take it all for a fair price, including the time it takes to sew it all together. For the first time she looked up at him, a man eating grin on her face. It took a lot of savvy to kill something bigger then herself, especially when she looked neither strong nor tall. After sizing him up she tossed the fur back into the cart, put her hat back on after ruffling a few scraggly bangs, then leaned back against the metal trailer. You look like a local. I met most of the town just recently so I am curious as to where you live and why we haven't yet been formally introduced. It had always been like her to be so very questioning. Holding out her hand she attempted to greet this man with a great deal of friendliness. The Name is Rowan. She had changed her name so many times over the last few years, circulating various male names to see what kind of reaction she got from people. So far, her old name seemed to be the most believable. Then again she didn't quite know the chaos she had caused, and that some people still held grudges. Rowan especially did not think that she would ever meet him again. In fact her past was a foggy cloud of which she tucked into the furthest pocket of her memory. She had no idea who he was.
Thread: As You Like It

Hmm.... I see, the fur does look quite fine and warm. Ronin said but was more taken back when the young man had told him his name, Rowen. It had to be a coincidence he thought for him to carry the same name as the girl whom ruined his life. But now Ronin was interested to find out more about this man. Opening the bag he took out some of the fish which he had inside. He had to save the others to trade for other items as well. The mackarels he had take out were almost the size of his hand, he had basically gone out to the sea and got them. They were hard to find but he would spend days on end fishing for them. I wonder if this will do? He asked the young man, with a small grin spreading across his lips as his dark hazel eyes once more gazed directly at the fur trader, almost expecting for the man to come out and reveal something about himself. Ronin was disturbed at how he could not tell who it was and yet his instincts told him this was some one he knew quite well. That is true, you should join me at the local tavern and let me buy you a drink. My name is Ronin. He said with a small smile. His mind seemed to keep replaying the past, for some reason this man seemed to trigger the past, perhaps I met him back then Ronin thought, gathering his bag up. Places an arm around the young man's shoulder, Well, Rowen there is no better way to get to know some one then with some Ale, am I right? Ronin began to lead Rowen towards the only building that stood up, it was quite a shabby place. The people inside smelt fouler then even the market place. The worst of scum would gather around here, stopping at the counter, Ronin gave the tender whom was cleaning a small glass a toothy grin. They had known each other and the tender knew Ronin from back in the days of him being a body guard. Give us the best you got! This here is a new comer I want him to have the time of his life. Ronin let out a hearty laugh as the large man, returned his smile before pouring two drinks and placing them infront of them. Well, cheers to new friendships. Ronin half said, half shouted before swallowing the glass down in one gulp. We need a lot more. Ronin said, turning to face Rowen, he asked. So tell me more about yourself, Rowen?
Thread: As You Like It

Wow! Real fish! Fishing wasn't exactly an easy job this time of year. People who went fishing had a heck of a time braving mother nature. The job Rowan had chose was not exactly easy. But she had a talented tutor and small hands to be able to make nice clean cuts. She enjoyed the motions, hunting with arrows and not guns made it all the better. There was something about guns that just made it feel like she had the unfair advantage. I haven't had real fish in...Well lets just say it has been a while. Fish wasn't something the common people got to eat. Fish was royal food. Rowan was impressed to say the least. A drink? 'Dragon's Piss' or so the common ale was called. It was potent to say the least, definitely enough to knock a good sized man onto his asshole. Even Rowan, with her quick metabolism, couldn't stomach too much. So she had to second guess the gut rot idea. Taking a look over of her friend once again. Bad things happened to girly men who went into bars without friends to lead them to safety. Once she had decided that this guy didn't look too sleazy she nodded. Yeah sure. Sticking two fingers in her mouth she whistled too the open air and from a crevice of the forgotten city barreled an incredibly large, white mutt. He looked wolf enough to scare away possible thieves. Alright, you stay here. He jumped into the cart and buried himself beneath the dark furs as Rowan bounded off in the opposite direction with her new friend. Located down a street that seem to be inns, was half of a Kinkos. All manner of men poured in and out of the doors, sparking conversation about the weather, and jawing about who was right and who was wrong. It was definitely a bar. Tavern whores or 'winter bed warmers' as they were often times called, slicked from one man too the next searching for a bit of free booze and trade-able items. Most of them were scantily clothed, making Rowan wonder if that would have not been her outcome should she have chosen a different path. They walked inside, Rowan dodging bodies, hands, and drinks, then took a seat atop large red bar stools. Cheers to new friends, cheers to new adventures. Despite the fact that it burned like the hell fires of the seventh astral gate, she chugged a little over half, lazily letting the alcohol take effect and her hand rest in her lap. More about myself. Well I was born out west, just past the pillory of defiance. Sold to a fur trader who died during a thunderstorm. Traveled, met some fine people such as yourself, met some fine women, and wandered in this direction. Rowan wasn't really into women, in fact she hadn't even glanced at the big breasted, sharp glaring female patrons. But instead downed the rest of her drink and hoped to god he bought her vague answer. So what about you? Got any tales to tell? I can see you got some wild scars.
Thread: As You Like It

He found it quite strange that Rowen was talking about fish as if the young man had eaten some before, normally people would just trade this fish with rich people for lots of items. He shook his head thinking that perhaps Rowan had once dined with a rich family since fur traders were known to wine and dine with the more fortunate bunch of people whom only traded with the best of items. Ronin followed right behind Rowen quite intrigued by how the young fellow was doing things. A lot of things which Rowen said seemed to sound legitimate. Ronin noticed how Rowen seemed to avoid looking at the big-breasted woman. Aargh me I've been unlucky from birth, been a fisherman all my life.... With that he chugged down another glass, signalling for another. For him ale was similar to water and to make sure he did not get drunk the tender always made sure his ale was mixed with other liquids to make it less intoxicating. The rest was just all good acting on behalf of Ronin. Ronin let out another loud chuckle before pushing Rowen right into a bunch of busty women whom seemed to be eyeing the young man. No need to be shy, lad. There are fine ladies here too. Ronin now was chiming a tune, at the same time, carefully watching Rowen's movements, now very suspicious of the man, whom seemt to be hiding some kind of secret. You will be sleeping at my house, my friend and I won't have any complaints, another drink for my good friend. Ronin panted out, now just about dancing near the counter. Smiling over at Rowen, as he watched on the busty women were taking quite a big interest in Rowen, they were taking turns in playfully poking at him when suddenly one of them whispered something to the other and they took off. Hmm... something strange was definitely going on, now Ronin was definitely sure.
Thread: As You Like It

This guy was drinking ale faster then Rowan could keep up. She tried to stay a bit more stationary in her seat, knowing that eventually, like most evenings around the campfire she would tip over. If nobody helped her onto her feet she would just lay there and enjoy the buzz then fall asleep not too soon after wherever she fell. She decided to take it slow halfway through the second glass. Maybe this guy would just accept the fact that Rowan looked young and might not know how to take her alcohol. To put it simply, she was already tipsy. I wish I was ballsy enough to go out on the open ocean. Wouldn't mind the reprieve from dry land. There was a definite slur to her voice, as she tried to hold down her syllables and not sound too much like a female. When she was given a shove in the general direction of three giggling females, falling directly into a nice set of breast she couldn't help but blush and take a step back. I'm sorry mam'. Normally men in bars didn't apologize for such behavior, in fact, these days it was a compliment. But Rowan was raised to be a bit more conservative and didn't quite know what to do. This was getting bad. Nevertheless she climbed back up in her seat and forced a dopey smile, while the women crowded around and cooed over her hat, her hair, her cute little clothes. And then they left without saying another word. Women knew when they were around other women, maybe it was instinct or smell. But somehow, Rowan knew they knew. Sleeping at your house? Rowan could just barely comprehend what the fisherman was saying. Are you sure? It wasn't good to go home with anybody in this condition. Rowan would have preferred to curl up in a tent and sleep it off for a few days. I don't want to pester.. With a bit of curve to his normally slouched stature she lay her head on the counter top and sighed. When she was offered another sip she took it with another forced smile and sipped. There was no longer any taste to the beverage it was just, warm. And then it all hit her, bile rose up in the back of her throat and she took a dainty but quick step away from the bar. It was just her luck that she wasn't watching where she was going and ran into a fairly large man who didn't look happy that Rowan had just spilled a good amount of alcohol onto his nice jacket. I'm sorry. He clenched his fists and readied to punch, Rowan held her beer glass up in front of her face, and ducked down just out of the man's reach. He ended up the glass, shattering it and getting a great many small pieces stuck in his fists. The glass should have been knocked completely out of her hands but she managed to hold onto the handle only getting minor pieces caught in her left palm. Before he could get more angry then he already was she ducked between the crowd and slipped outside. Now she was caught in a complete unfiltered ale daze, unable to tell whether she was going to puke or fall over. Leaning against the outside of the bar she waited hoping the moment would pass, and soon.