a prize to be captured and conquered

“But there are dark, untouched corners within all of us. Sex can be very exciting in one moment and barely tepid the next. It can feel like love but not be love. It can feel like possession and then the person walks away. You can’t possess another person. You can’t make another person not die. If nothing else, at least my vomit fetish is mine. It’s mine and it’s real.”

There’s the hazy-eyed drugged-out empty thing, who lives in a foggy world in its own mind. Comfortable and sleepy. Docile and sedated. Kept calm by its own fuzzy mind and memories. It doesn’t know it deserves better. It doesn’t know it’s been dehumanized or even was once a human. On some level it knows it’s being kept, but the idea of resisting is so distant and uncomfortable that it’s just easier to stay in the cage, no matter how secure it actually is. This pet barely feels the pain, jolting it only momentarily from its haze.

Then there’s the clear-eyed, pissed-off but entirely broken pet. It knows exactly what’s been done to it. It knows it’s been degraded and dehumanized. It knows what it once was, knows it doesn’t deserve that treatment, and would bark and bite if it still believed it would help. It’s docile because it’s given up, but that doesn’t mean it accepts it. It does what it needs to do to survive. Maybe it fears me, but it will protect me anyway. The life it had is gone, the option to get away is gone, and it will at least fight to keep what it has, no matter how much it hates it, hates me for what I’ve done to it.

I barely react, revealing no indication of how I can sense and smell their constant arousal when they're around me. Then, ruminating on how nice it felt, they jerk off while looking into my enclosure one night. I'm just an animal so they don't need to worry about what I see at least, right? So they start observing me at night when I masturbate, first from behind the glass then eventually from inside the enclosure. Of course, they stroke themselves off a little, watching me cum and convulse mindlessly, over and over. They're not hurting anyone by touching themselves a bit.

One day, during a routine grooming, they're overcome with curiosity and lust. While they brush my fur, their other hand sneaks under me to hold my breast and rub my nipple. The guilt is overwhelming, but the desire wins out. I squirm and mewl as they fondle my sensitive teats, eventually getting me used to the pleasurable sensation so I don't startle when they do it casually, which is more and more frequent.

Holding me against them for my brushing and grooming, they start rubbing their bulge against my body. Total plausible deniability, they're just doing their job and didn't notice at first! Once the shame of doing it wears off, they start to pull out their cock while attending to my grooming, just to feel my warm fur as they rub up on me, just a little bit! They tell themselves I don't know the difference and aren't making me do anything, really, so it's not so bad of them. Every night, they do their keeper work with my care, pressing their hard cock against me as it smears me with precum.

Once I'm all done, they finally try out stroking their cock, just a little bit, while grinding against me. Just a quick little rub as they crouch over me, nothing more. Of course, I don't seem to notice, it must be very much the same to me. So they try it again for a little longer, and a little longer, until they're fully humping me and squeezing my breasts while jerking off. Finally, they don't stop as they get close, watching me lie under them with my wet cunt glistening in arousal, untouched. Glimpsing my hole and swollen clit pushes them over the edge, and they cum onto my tits while moaning and furiously stroking. Entertained, I merely purr and roll around under their pumping fist so ropes spatter across me, and I lick myself clean as they watch in abject lust.

Finally, they fondle my breasts and touch themselves regularly enough that I start to engage with them when they do. Sniffing their cock as they're stroking, I lap at the tip while my paw slips between my folds to play with my clit. They can't believe it at first, but clearly I'm into their scent and arousal, and watching me rut my clit against my paw is entrancing. While they watch, I explore their balls and cock with my soft, warm mouth. Guilt floods them, knowing they should pull away, but they choose to remain still and fail to stop me, until the guilt itself makes them twitch and throb with pleasure.

My open maw is too tempting. Instead of cumming on me just to clean me off, they prod my mouth with their cock as they near climax. Beating off, they aim as I open lazily for them, looking up with big eyes, and they cum with a grunt into my throat, splattering onto my lips and nose. All the while, my paw rubs at my clit, which isn't as dexterous as fingers, but their cum smells and tastes so good. I climax as they release into my mouth, moaning and panting and purring as I frantically paw at my pulsating clit.

During one of our secret, shameful encounters, they at last convince themselves that it's okay to trail their fingers down from my breasts to my drooling cunt and engorged clit. Watching how difficult it is for me to get myself off almost every night makes them pity me, and they've wanted to do it badly ever since they started watching me at night. Immediately I'm moaning and purring and humping their fingers as they slip over my wet folds. They sink in, finding my hard clit and grip it lightly in their fingertips, rubbing in a small circle. The effect is nearly instantaneous. I melt and shudder, eyes rolling, grinding mindlessly into the precise stimulation and cum within moments as they stroke off over me. My cunt and clit pulsing with orgasm hard on their fingers is better than they ever imagined.

They start touching me there more regularly and boldly, testing out what slipping a finger or two in makes me do. My lewd reactions tell them everything they need to know, and eventually they're stuffing my cunt with their hand as their thumb presses on underside of my clit. Panting as they jerk off, they get more and more direct in letting me blow them until they know they're just fully face fucking me every night, but they just can't resist my cute body and reactions. And my cunt is so well taken care of, they tell themselves that I'm getting a good deal, too!

The night they try putting it in, they don't even lie to themselves and just hope they can keep getting away with what they do to me almost every day. Getting between my legs, they pull on their cock with one hand as they rub my clit in rapid, side-to-side strokes with the other, making me pant and mewl. I've taken their hand so well, they know that their cock might just fit as well, and my folds overflowing with juices constantly could so clearly use it. They crouch over me, hovering their tip at my warm, wet hole, and try just rubbing between my silky folds. Up and down, smearing our dripping arousals together and grinding my clit against their tip with each stroke.

It's too tempting, and they poke the head into my tight hole. The pain makes me gasp and whimper, but I paw at them to come closer rather than push them away. Just a horny animal feeling need, I know my trusted keeper is merely tending to another care demand of mine. Encouraged, they keep pushing as my tight, hot wetness lures them in, even as I tremble and whine and cry softly from the pain. The tip forces in, and they inch more of their shaft inside in tiny thrusts, just barely rocking inside me. Squeezing just a bit more inside slowly. But then suddenly, as if in a trance, they realize their hips are flush to mine, sheathed to the hilt in my tight cunt as I writhe and mewl for them.

The guilt hits them as they realize that they're fully inside me, and the shame and the pleasure make a potent combination. They're cumming in my cunt, knowing they've been entrusted to take care of me and that they're getting away with using me every night. Rubbing my clit frantically, they get me off as they pulsate and throb in orgasm, buried inside me. As they finish dumping their hot load in my tunnel, I clench down and spasm, their deft fingers forcing me to cum for them.

I melt, pulsating around them, like my tunnel is milking them for cum. Writhing and rubbing up on them, I purr and sigh in pleasure, finally feeling full with a cock and seed in me. Despite the shame as their lust recedes, they can't deny how pleased and satisfied I look. I'm their little animal to care for, right? And I've never been so thoroughly attended to in my entire captivity. They're really doing me a service, making sure that my needs are met. As they pull out and their cum oozes out, they feel a twitch of arousal at the sight of claiming my hole with their seed. They realize they need to feel this again.

The next night and the next, it just gets easier to seek relief in my tight, wet cunt as my little clit pulsates in orgasm for them so readily. The reliable clamping down of my climaxing tunnel on their invading cock never fails to push them over the edge. It's all they can think about some days, and eventually they chase me down the moment they're alone on the premises. Grabbing my scruff, which makes me reflexively present for them, they scramble on top of me and start fucking in earnest without warming up at all.

My hungry cunt is so tight and twitchy whenever they surprise me like this, and my squirming and crying in pain is addictive. They growl dirty talk into my ears as they chase their orgasm in my hole, reaching under me to rub my clit when I start to cry and shake like I can't take it anymore. The sensation feels too good for me, and I go back to arching for their cock even as I shudder in pain. My keeper knows best, and no one else will make my hole feel so good, anyway.

Using that weakness to just walk over and take advantage of it. Toy with it, get it worked up, make it shudder and whine and cry, shocked and disbelieving. Never needing to ask because it truly doesn't believe it could deserve anything but to be used, and now that it's finally happening, its too repulsed by its own excitement and desperation to resist.

That's your play-dead trick, the command that makes you eagerly flop to the ground wherever you are and wait in delight for me to play with your soft, relaxed body. But this time, nothing happens at first. You just wait, motionless, listening with your eyes closed for me to pounce.

But it keeps going. The ache of need grows in your core, between your legs, and you're tempted to whine or look around. It sounds like I haven't moved, I must still be standing over you, looking down at your body.

You hear me laugh under my breath and then my shoes on the floor as I walk away. You almost leap up, but the tension keeps you pinned there. Heart racing, sweat springing to your skin. Shocked, desperate, confused, needy. Yet you lie completely still, forcing yourself limp.

You hear me return, listen to the click and tap as the tripod extends and touches the ground. You try to stay calm as I adjust it, tighten the clasp to hold my camera, step quietly all around you without touching you once. You're sweating, trying not to pant. It hurts, you need to be touched so bad now. I'm taking my time.

I step somewhere between you and the camera and start speaking as it records.

"It hasn't regained consciousness yet, so I'm going to restrain it."

And then there's the sharp screech of duct tape as I pull off lengths of it, and chains rattling as I drag them closer. And when I finally touch you, it shocks your entire body, everything straining in you for more, even if this is just to haul your wrists together for tying up.

Once you're fully bound, I start to undress you, joking to the camera, "It's in for a surprise, isn't it?" And when I lean down to grope you as I shimmy your clothes out of the way, I linger by your ear.

Then you hear it. Just loud enough for you to barely hear, the faintest whisper to prevent the camera's mic from picking it up.

"Good dog. Now put on a good show for the camera."