Slave Market

[Viktoff Samson]

Leah's shame wasn't ignored by Vash. He couldn't tell if that was what drived her to find arousal in his pet play, or if she should cast it aside and find more happiness without it. He didn't want to, lead her in either direction without a good clue first. While Leah's comfort was certainly a point of interest for Vash, the consequences for quelling such embarrassment could be dire, as well with fostering it. He wouldn't wish to rob her of a sense of pride, in some shapes. At the same time, he couldn't have her divide herself from these sweet pleasures with her continued dissonance that exists between the two parts of the woman lying beneath him now. He leamed over her, happiness etched murderously across his features as he gets ever closer. His fingers perk and twist inside her, gaining momentum as he managed to interrupt her with sheer pleasure summoning such a sweet sound. Now with his chest pressing to her own, he sensually pressed his lips to her throat. His lips giving her a soft, and yet energetic in depth with a core of foreshadowing intent, touch. He pressed his lips to her again and slowly shut his eyes. Vash's warm, gentle breaths echoed the true power that lies within him across her throat's skin. If he wished her ill, he knew that she was aware that he could act on it at any moment and be entirely in the right to do so by her own human-society's standards. At least, the society that he bought her from. And yet, he really failed to mistreat her in any grevious way. There wasn't an imaginable way to put together a case stating that he had beaten her, caged her, truly raped her. No. He was considerably loving when compared to human slavers. "Very-" His voice danced from his lips before he had opened his eyes and took another breathe. His joy and the fulfillment he found in her obedience had been present in the way his eyes shined and his moving lips revealed enticing fangs. "Very good girl." He was excited, it was just so clear. His finger tips that would reach ever so deeply in her shiny, tight little hole had now began to turn in circles. Intentionally, he spread her with these strange motions while fingering her unsteadily, with a dangerous amount of power to each motion. Suddenly he removed his fingers from her, got to holding himself up with his free hand and knees and let her watch as he slurped on his fingers with her juices. Once they were cleaned, the same fingers drew tiny circles on her lips. "Roll over and really show your master how badly you need it. He's ready too."

 

[Edward Thatch]

Thatch walked into the slave market again, head high and shoulders back. No one was going to know how much he hated this place. He knew he could only do so much and even that was getting difficult with the condition now being written into his sales contracts. He could not simply by one and free her. No he had to keep for some agreed upon length of time. During that time he had to keep the laws and customs regarding Master/Slave relationships and he could not let her be out of his presence for more than a week at a time. That one was diabolic. It kept him from buying a girl, taking her home and just leaving her to tend the house while he went about his normal business. No, the decided they were going to truly fuck with him and make him live with his slave and not give her even that much of a sense of freedom.

All this brewed around in his mind as he walked into the market and from cell to cell. He knew what he was looking for. He wanted one or two that truly needed his help or wanted out of his place do desperately he would have to worry about her keeping the terms of his contract. So he look and considered. He talked to a few, gauging their attitudes and reading their body posture for too much defiance. Some was fine, but he would not waste valuable time chasing her down every time he turned around, just to keep his contract.

 

[GoodGirlGrace]

Each time he spoke to her in that manner, each little action he did that bought her a little more shame gave off the same feeling. Intense arousal, and though she squirmed around and was awkwardly embaressed when she spoke, her body language did the talking. Through their bond it was something Vash would be able to pick up, like he was pressing a button each time, just pushing her closer and closer to being utterly horny like this. She liked it, despite her denying it, deep down she really liked it. She had crossed a line and right now it was like her mind was hostage as she fell into her lusty feelings.

She shuddered and even kissed at the fingers he placed on her lips, being able to smell herself on him. Nodding she rolled around under him and got up onto her knees slightly, so that she was level with his cock and steady for when he started. Her tail was up high and on her back, which was now closing the gap between them as it wagged enthusiastically for the anticipation that was building inside her. "....S.....Show me...Show me it wasn't a fluke.." she said, her back beautifully arched and her wet cunt warm and ready for him.

 

[Viktoff Samson]

His hand took to her ass, gripping and spreading her roughly like a toy even if his position over her wouldn't allow him to see how perfectly her lovely holes moved to his pulling on her. Though he could imagine the way her sex was so receptive to his rough play. His hand then left her ass to sneak down his pants amd reveal his lengthy hard on. He hadn't transformed any yet, and at this, he noted how this might be the most normal sex they would probably have. And yet, he couldn't stomach the idea of disappointing her already building tolerances involved with his ridiculous changes. Without a second thought, his body and his clothes became cloaked in an unusual shadow. The shadow vanished as his form was replaced with a larger beast coated in a snow white fur from head to toe. It's features were not unlike a mix between a wolf, a muscular human and with pointed, long ears like an elf. The length of the ears spanning back a length along with black rings pierced into the left ear along the top. His elongated wolf face released a dark breath, every bit a beast with little to no identifiable human qualities remaining. That is, his fully lupine length pressing it's pre-cum pouring tip to her on-display, warm cunt. His juices would have made normal sex tricky without a hand by slipping. But, this wasn't normal sex. He had been far far larger than ever before, stronger too, and she was ideal height for his sudden thrust into her. The way she had been already arched with her back had made her side a great place for his massive hand, fingers that covered her belly with ease.

Without warning, he penetrated her. His scent choking out everything else as he did so. Vash let out a snarl as he leaned in more, letting him press her very depths all while taking up the majority of seat that spanned the cart. He didn't need to begin humping as he filled her completely before reaching halfway, smashing any fragment of the idea that a meer mortal penis would ever satisfy the werewolf woman beneath him again, if he even left any shred of such the first time. He couldn't form the words he wished to speak at the moment as transforming so quickly into an unusual mid-form would have been difficult if he wanted to specify certain criteria. Not that it mattered, he was certainly well enough equiped. After he finished subtle movements to feel her tiny mostly human womb, he moved his hand to her head and motioned her, with care, to place her cheek down into the seat, holding her like this as he started to build steam and begin pumping his large stone-like hips, they were a fair distance above her, but his plan was to change that.

 

[Zeth]

His pounding thrusts felt so good to her, satisfying her lust in all the right ways. Her ear flicked, picking up every breath, every word with meticulous precision. The thought of being his fuck toy made her face go redder, she could just imagine what It'd be like, and as she was feeling so horny right now, the idea of fucking forever just suited to turn her on more. She groaned out involuntarily, feeling a slight disappointment in herself for justifying his suggestion.

She had to do something, she couldn't let him win out. She looked at him with her eyes glazed over, that fire from before dampened behind all the smut. She had a look like she was deciding what to do when she chose to speak out, her voice a husky growl, "J..Just shut up..." She panted out suddenly pulling his head forward into a kiss. Her hands were hard on his head, clutching to his hair. She had her claws out as well, gripping on but surprisingly not enough to damage him, just enough for him to feel them. Her usual dominant personality was there, but they both knew he was the one in charge right now.

Alton allowed himself to be pulled into the kiss. He felt her claws on his head pulling him into it. The silent submission in her actions. That coupled with her great body pushed Alton over the edge. The mage buried himself to the hilt and made Karin take it all. The entire time he kept up the kiss while in the throws of climax. Then after it was done he finally broke the kiss and said to her,"Good girl."

 

[Zeth]

Thatch walked into the slave market again, head high and shoulders back. No one was going to know how much he hated this place. He knew he could only do so much and even that was getting difficult with the condition now being written into his sales contracts. He could not simply by one and free her. No he had to keep for some agreed upon length of time. During that time he had to keep the laws and customs regarding Master/Slave relationships and he could not let her be out of his presence for more than a week at a time. That one was diabolic. It kept him from buying a girl, taking her home and just leaving her to tend the house while he went about his normal business. No, the decided they were going to truly fuck with him and make him live with his slave and not give her even that much of a sense of freedom.

All this brewed around in his mind as he walked into the market and from cell to cell. He knew what he was looking for. He wanted one or two that truly needed his help or wanted out of his place do desperately he would have to worry about her keeping the terms of his contract. So he look and considered. He talked to a few, gauging their attitudes and reading their body posture for too much defiance. Some was fine, but he would not waste valuable time chasing her down every time he turned around, just to keep his contract.

Thatch would see Alton standing there in his imperial wizard robes. Though he was a master, he wasn't used to selling or trading slaves. Alton then abruptly approaches Thatch and said,"You there. Yes the man that doesn't stink of booze and desperation. I would like a word." The wizard then approaches the merchant and introduces himself. "I am Alton the wizard, I specialize in enchantment. I heard of your predicament... and was wondering if you could look after my slave while I am out of town. Of course You must have many questions," explained Alton in the cryptic way wizards do.

 

[Edward Thatch]

Thatch eyed the man. A slave owner. He schooled his face to business. “I am not certain I am looking for any “loaners”. I travel a lot. Tell me about the slave(s), what exactly you want, what you would expect from me and if I might have the option to buy when it all over.” He was not at all sure how he felt about this. This certainly was not what he was here for and he certainly want to turn any slaves back over to their masters. He was more accustomed to just killing the masters and taking the slaves to a new life on his lands.

On the other hand, if he could get in good with this man it may improve his situation in the market. He also considered that close interaction with the slaves might give him a better idea of which one(s) to buy later. Besides, it never hurt to have a wizard on friendly terms. Unfortunately his eyebrow made an involuntary twitch. “So give me the details of the slave(s) and anything else you think I might need to know and we can discuss the particulars of this deal.” He looked at Alton and wondered where this was going.

 

[GoodGirlGrace]

His pounding thrusts felt so good to her, satisfying her lust in all the right ways. Her ear flicked, picking up every breath, every word with meticulous precision. The thought of being his fuck toy made her face go redder, she could just imagine what It'd be like, and as she was feeling so horny right now, the idea of fucking forever just suited to turn her on more. She groaned out involuntarily, feeling a slight disappointment in herself for justifying his suggestion.

She had to do something, she couldn't let him win out. She looked at him with her eyes glazed over, that fire from before dampened behind all the smut. She had a look like she was deciding what to do when she chose to speak out, her voice a husky growl, "J..Just shut up..." She panted out suddenly pulling his head forward into a kiss. Her hands were hard on his head, clutching to his hair. She had her claws out as well, gripping on but surprisingly not enough to damage him, just enough for him to feel them. Her usual dominant personality was there, but they both knew he was the one in charge right now.

Alton allowed himself to be pulled into the kiss. He felt her claws on his head pulling him into it. The silent submission in her actions. That coupled with her great body pushed Alton over the edge. The mage buried himself to the hilt and made Karin take it all. The entire time he kept up the kiss while in the throws of climax. Then after it was done he finally broke the kiss and said to her,"Good girl."

Their hot sex ended with her feeling worn out from all the magical energy he'd been sapping. The cat girl cleaned up half heatedly before collapsing on the bed to sleep, no fuss, no complaining just falling asleep as soon as she hit the pillows.

She woke up later, looking around with a gasp, her tail up high and ears perking up. She'd been sleeping for hours, the sun was gently spilling in through the window, giving her torso a gentle warmth. "Gah! Magic man! Tits! Wall!" she said looking around expecting him to be there. The tower was quiet, she listened out well for him but heard nothing. "Magic man..?" She asked wondering if he was just hiding or doing something else. She took the chance now to get dressed, grabbing out some of his boxers and clothes. They were a baggy fit on her, and much to her dismay the trousers just wouldn't stay on. She sighed and kept one of his long tops on, while finding out that short skirt he'd given her before. She walked around tensely to check if he was there, but figured after about half an hour of searching that he'd gone out. "That damn mage...No one makes a fool of Karin Thorne and just gets away with it.....There's gotta be something around here I can use against him.." she muttered to herself looking around the tower. She rustled through potion shelves and flicked through books, just trying to find something to get her own back. Surprisingly the thought of escape hadn't once cropped up in her mind as she focused herself on the task.


Occasionally she had to support her chest, though they weren't as big as they were when they were full from the other night they were still much larger than she'd started off with. She made herself down to his personal library. "There's gotta be something in here that I can use..." she said looking through the books, finding one that was about curses and incantations. "Hm.....this could work..." She said pulling it down and opening it up to read through. She cocked her head sometimes at the language, having to pull down a dictionary and a thesaurus to just make headway with some of the strange sentences. "Gah who the crap writes like this!? I bet he wrote it...stupid...." she found one, and a crooked smile cropped her lips. It read like a potion. "I bet he's got this junk laying around somewhere....all I gotta do is find it.." She said running with the book now, filled with determination and vengeance as she scoured his tower for the appropriate ingredients. Once she had them all gathered, (or at least what she thought were the right ingredients, being a complete novice at anything magical), she started to put them together in the order the book made, creating a strange purple sparkling liquid. She had a wicked fanged grin looking at it like she was a genius. "Now I've got him......." she smiled like an idiot for a good minute before huffing out. "But where is he?? He's taking ages, what the heck is he doing!?" She said folding her arms and tapping her foot impatiently.

 

[GoodGirlGrace]

His hand took to her ass, gripping and spreading her roughly like a toy even if his position over her wouldn't allow him to see how perfectly her lovely holes moved to his pulling on her. Though he could imagine the way her sex was so receptive to his rough play. His hand then left her ass to sneak down his pants amd reveal his lengthy hard on. He hadn't transformed any yet, and at this, he noted how this might be the most normal sex they would probably have. And yet, he couldn't stomach the idea of disappointing her already building tolerances involved with his ridiculous changes. Without a second thought, his body and his clothes became cloaked in an unusual shadow. The shadow vanished as his form was replaced with a larger beast coated in a snow white fur from head to toe. It's features were not unlike a mix between a wolf, a muscular human and with pointed, long ears like an elf. The length of the ears spanning back a length along with black rings pierced into the left ear along the top. His elongated wolf face released a dark breath, every bit a beast with little to no identifiable human qualities remaining. That is, his fully lupine length pressing it's pre-cum pouring tip to her on-display, warm cunt. His juices would have made normal sex tricky without a hand by slipping. But, this wasn't normal sex. He had been far far larger than ever before, stronger too, and she was ideal height for his sudden thrust into her. The way she had been already arched with her back had made her side a great place for his massive hand, fingers that covered her belly with ease.

Without warning, he penetrated her. His scent choking out everything else as he did so. Vash let out a snarl as he leaned in more, letting him press her very depths all while taking up the majority of seat that spanned the cart. He didn't need to begin humping as he filled her completely before reaching halfway, smashing any fragment of the idea that a meer mortal penis would ever satisfy the werewolf woman beneath him again, if he even left any shred of such the first time. He couldn't form the words he wished to speak at the moment as transforming so quickly into an unusual mid-form would have been difficult if he wanted to specify certain criteria. Not that it mattered, he was certainly well enough equiped. After he finished subtle movements to feel her tiny mostly human womb, he moved his hand to her head and motioned her, with care, to place her cheek down into the seat, holding her like this as he started to build steam and begin pumping his large stone-like hips, they were a fair distance above her, but his plan was to change that.

Leah could feel him shifting on top of her as he pulled her close. His strong hands on her pelvis pulling her into his hot fleshy rod. She could feel him growing bigger under her soft lips, her own body shifting more and more as she fell to her lusts for him. She dared to look up at him, seeing that form of his, he certainly looked more beast than man right now. His plush fur tickled at her skin, sandwiching her tail between them while he changed his grip on her. Those claws, those fangs, that face, everything about him told her human mind that she should be running, but also gave her a weird sense of pride and privilege. This monster, this beast that would slaughter a village without second thought, something that could topple the strongest warrior in her people; he chose her from the rest. Chose not to kill or devour, chose not to harm or destroy, he chose her to love. She shuddered with anticipatory pleasure at that thought. It was like she'd tamed a mighty beast, but really she knew those thoughts were frugal, that it was her being tamed by him. Tamed, she shuddered again.

Her tail was wagging as she lingered on his teasing mannerisms with her like a glutton. How he talked to her one moment like she was a goddess, then threw her back down under his foot as his pet. Just as she thought that last part he stuffed her full, making her arousal coarse through her, resulting in a loud satisfied moan out. It was almost a howl with how surprising it was for her. She had been thinking about so many things, that having his cock rammed into her bought her back down. She crooned in a sweet tone as she pushed back into his girth, her hands stretching out infront of her as claws started to grow and grip at the seat. Her fangs pushed forward and as she moaned out feeling so full like she did before. She felt like she could stay together like this forever, both her human and werewolf side working in tandem with their shared arousal. She moved her hand up to her top and struggled to undo the buttons, feeling like her clothing right now was restrictive, that she just wanted her breasts to be free for him to play with. She ripped at her new top with her claws, yanking it down so her jiggling tits could pop out, ruining the nice new top she just got.

 

[Viktoff Samson]

He heard her sounds and felt her eager backward motions to fit more and more of herself around his monsterous mass. It was freakishly long with rough bumps along the bottom. Not unsightly bumps, just hardened fatty tissue to support the unearthly erection. Thanks to the structure support, he actually curved upward near the end, making her insides truly shape around him as there was a clear upward climb in her gut around his tip that lead back about halfway down his shaft. Her graceful hips now made home too that very half of his beefy fuckpole, amd the rest remained, plenty of room for her juice-trails to roam and create interesting dew paths. If they didn't begin to drip off of his length, they'd ultimately pool on and coat his massive seed sack that rested in the seat since he had to lean forward to actually enter her. It hadn't even begun, and his cock dominated her sex just like his hand that held her head to the seat.

With a huff, and the sight of her free breasts ushering more of the beast, he stood on his knees and straightened his back before giving her a gut-hallowing guillotine thrust. His hips reaching back an immense distance before he crashed back into her. A motion with such force that one may mistakingly think he put all of his effort into it, they would, be wrong. Almost as if the smashing thrust took no effort from him at all, the beast above her had begun to repeatedly ram at her insides over and over, somehow knowing she could take his powerful thrusts. He began to bounce her lower body against the seat, dribbling her hips off the seat and forcing her knees to give way. His long, bushy steel tail waved back and forth behind him in a calm motion, giving away how little effort it actually took to fuck her like a bullet train and begin to force more and more of his sticky hot thickness into her. With his right hand on the back of her head, still keeping her cheek to the seat, his left hand took to her hip and pulled her up a few inches off the seat, holding her up just enough for her to potentially get back onto her knees in a forward leaning angle, if she were to transform enough to gain such strength. His tongue hung outside of the left of his mouth, slobber rolling onto her back as his motions were too much to let his saliva cling to his mouth. Deep, almost fast beastial breaths escaping his sharp teeth to warm the seat inches from her face. To put the situation into perspective, such length and force would certainly be enough to damage a human woman, and the beast above Leah had both hands on her. There was a good few hours longer before their next stop, and Vash wanted to give Leah plenty to wet-dream about after he'd rock her to sleep with his dick. It was all the silver coated wolf could think about. He wanted to make her move, his hips to shake her like a puppet while his fat horse cock with a knot spreads her hot and tight sex like never before. Vash's eyes ran from her cunt being forcefully stuffed over and over by his mass, and her breasts bouncing to his own rhythm. She, was his, it was so evident.

 

[GoodGirlGrace]

Leah moaned louder and louder as he pushed in to her. She could feel how full he was filling her with his cock, each hard slam not hurting her but thrusting forward roughly enough to make her cry out. She had her mouth wide open as she moaned there to his fucking, saliva dripping down from her fangs and tongues as she stared up at the wall of the carriage. She could feel him keeping her pressed down, and occasionally pressed up to test how strong he was, feeling so much more aroused when she found she couldn't move an inch. She was trapped there, just getting pounded harder and harder by the beast of a man.

When he legs buckled out from under her she cried out again, trying to regain her footing, but weirdly he was able to keep going. It was like he'd picked her up and was holding her to his dick, keeping her dangling there for a moment before driving her into the seat. That feeling of just being suspended gave her such a kick, that it was easily feelable through their bond. The cart rocked to their hard fucking the driver being a usual one that took people to the Werewolf domain. He sighed out and pulled on a lever to keep the cart a bit more stable, since it was specially designed for this sort of thing after a few accidents hurt some of their horses and broke some of their carts.

Back inside Leah howled out more moans of pleasure, feeling his ribbed skin start to enter her now, providing her with so much stimulation. She shuddered out and was able to find her footing again, planting her knees more firmly, as her legs transformed and developed paws with bigger claws, so she could grip on. She panted out in between her moans, her collar jingling to the rhythm of their fuck. She felt like she could stay this way forever as he gave her what her body was craving. She arched her back out more, pressing up into his chest, and pushing her hips more into his cock so he could get as deep as he could, while her tail wagged slightly between their bodies.

 

[Viktoff Samson]

Vash knew the driver quite well. Coach was a fascinating human. Not that they agreed about Vash and other werewolves fucking like rabid wererabbits on Coach's carts, but what was Coach to do? Tell the soon to be king, no? Especially when Vash paid Coach so well. It was more financially sound to just grind his big pearly teeth, stroke his long beard, and try to ignore the whole caravan rocking and Leah's beastial moans. Not that actually ignoring the sounds was even possible. Vash had her moaning like a were-banshee. It was gorgeous. While the richly ebony-skinned Coach wouldn't agree on that statement, Vash and Coach had numerous other reasons to remain life-long friends. Even as the humanly aging process wrinkles into Coaches otherwise youthful face and Vash continues to be the handsome young man that Coach first met decades ago, they never once let something as silly as caravan fucking get between them personally-Better yet, Financially.

Vash's intensely focused animalistic mind had too much stock centered on Leah's transforming body and wonderful moans, sweet tight cunt, and heating skin, to give his old friend a fair amount of consideration at the moment. Leah bonded to him well, and her repeated satisfaction was duely noted from her wet hole, sounds, and said bond. Even as she transformed further, her strength and shape would fail to match him. It wasn't much to do with Vash's expansive training, or how wet behind the ears Leah still was. There was a fine patience behind Vash's building strength. Shifting was an art that werewolves may have borrowed from more devious monsters, but that didn't mean Vash couldn't appreciate the subtleties. His continuously growing power had a collected cool to it, a depth of flavor like an aged brew. This was surely something Leah could aspire to achieve, but Vash was going to suckle out every single drop of how easy it was to overpower her while it lasts. Not having to dig deep to his truest form to discipline his little fuck puppy was definitely a luxury that might not last as long as they do.

With a huff and a puff, the muscular man-wolf pressed his weight and shape against Leah, smothering her smaller, still mostly furless, elegant form into the fine leather seats. His comfortably furred, but stone-like upper chest had pinned her head and back to the seat with an absolution of might. His lower body crushing against her as well as he finally gave her it all, forcing her womb to accommodate such throbbing lupine mass and truly pinning her gut to the leather seats. Her ass now against his furred groin as he humps her like a roid-raging, pheromone-drugged giant wolf ontop of a pampered show dog. His own snarls releasing as his pleasure released in both shudder-inducing throaty sounds and their overclocking bond. He didn't stop humping, he just suffocated out any space, feelings or sounds that wasn't included in the 'fucked to shreds by a true werewolf' package. Speaking of which, her thighs were treated to his molten hot sperm bag that sat upon them with a toe-curling, mouth watering weight that could only spell the thought of waterfalls of sperm for the smaller wolf girl.

 

[GoodGirlGrace]

She felt all her worries and fears from before just melt away as he pounded her, keeping her close to him as he pushed her more and more into that refreshingly cold leather under them. She was straining to keep her strength under his powerful blows into her, moving to wrap her arm around one of his to keep him supporting her weight as he pounded her harder and harder. She was a moaning mess as his huge cock filled her up, once he pushed all the way she let out the largest moaning howl she could muster, pining her head up into his as she cried out with pure shuddering joy.

She panted faster and faster, feeling his warm soft fur all around her. Each thrust tickled her backside with his fur, giving her tingling sensations with each hard lunge. She was so wet with pre cum, and had perhaps already cum properly, she was so absorbed by their sex she couldn't even tell right now as her whole body responded to his. She revelled in being so close to him as he fucked her like this, wnating to stay this way forever as her jaw and nose started to push out. Her fangs grew longer and her eyes went a stunning crystal Amber colour as she shifted more and more to accomadate his massive girth. Her backside had shifted much like it had done in the bath house, but now she was going thurther. She didn't even seem to realise it as her features became more canine, her ears growing slightly longer and flopping over as they didn't quite have the same strength as Vash's yet, giving her an even more 'puppy' look to her. Her under belly became soft fur and her tits became more pronounced as fur sprang up all over her body. She shuddered feeling his swinging balls hitting the back of her legs while he fucked her raw.

"f..Fuck...F..Fuckk!!" she whispered out between thrusts, her moans becoming more animalistic, her panting becoming faster and faster as her tongue became longer and flatter, lulling out the front of her open panting mouth. He could feel she was stronger than she was, but not as strong as him as he fucked her hard like the bitch in heat she was. She felt like she was in heaven, just wanting him to fill her with his hot cum like before, but more excitingly, she wanted him to knot with her again. Keeping her stuffed on his dick, with his cum stuck inside her with nowhere to go. That thought alone made her moan out louder and louder as she let him pound her more. Her change had ripped the rest of her top to shreds, the pieces falling away from all the motions they were going through, ruining it beyond repair. She felt so good in this moment that she didn't even seem to care, craning her head into his neck and lifting up so her swinging tits could scrape her nipples across the cold leather underneath, stimulating her more.

 

[Viktoff Samson]

He rested his neck ontop of her extending face, her body beginning to take a form that may turn out a lot like his own. Her glowing amber jewels now captivating his own scarlet embers as he peered all the way down to see her. Though his face couldn't express the usual human means to display joy or admiration, he allowed her to feel his approval and sense of possession through their bond. The strange thing about their bond was how it didn't work like a convention bridge one might walk across. When the package is to be sent across the bridge, a delay for travel time may be expected. Instead, her little thumping heart would never be allowed the chance to wonder if his blazing scarlet sight had any sprt of disapproval. She accessed his intense emotions instantly, without first having to think about it or desire to do so. He wasn't a catman, he didn't pur, but the way he rubbed his neck against the growing bridge of her nose was his wolf-like instinct coming into play. This wasn't excluding his continued humping, however. Not at all. He, continued plunging her ever more accommodating, and somehow more stimulating cunt and depths just as before. Their position may not have alloted plenty of room or surface area for him to introduce long thrusts, or put real power into his thrusts, but he possessed her with this closeness. As if he now collared her twice, both on the physical plane with a literal collar that marked her for others to see and jingled to his deep humping, and on a sensual plane. He claimed her in almost every way one could imagine. She wasn't a bride, a woman to his man in a human sense. But, what they had wasn't something that couldn't be betrayed so easily. It wasn't something that ends, it couldn't be divorced or forgotten. She was his in the most literal sense, not the polluted sense, which carried the human baggage of slavery and lacked any form of mutual desire.

Now that he put that feeling from the depths of his heart, a definition that couldn't be truly worded, into his darling little fuckpuppy, it was time to savagely give her endearing form what no other, to his imagination, ever could. He let his arms wrap around her, a large paw that was his left foot now resting on the seat to her left side, he picked her up at the waist and let her gorgeously transformed nipples remain just at seat level. With all his might he withdrew from her insides, making great haste to almost completely empty her wonderful hole. A motion that would surely make her feel her lower body as if it were struggling not to be sucked inside out, and in the very next beat, he trusted forward and pulled her down the giant cock with both arms. Engaging the muscles in his arms, that were individually larger that her head but softened in appearance by a wolfish coat, and his thigh muscles, resulting in a sort of physical execution that would surely destroy any mere-mortal. Provided she was unprepared, Vash could imagine this to be the pinnacle of any sort of imaginable pleasure for her in the sheer force department, or perhaps even dazing her completely. Not that he gave her a moment of calm or a breathe of ease. The instant her rear slapped against him, which was immediately after her pulled away, he would repeat. A gust of wind would almost feel like it was summoned, and again he would put her off her knees, but she wouldn't reach the seat as she was wonderfully captured in his arms such that her hips would over above and her nipples would still roughly graze the leather seats.

Again and again and again, impossible for a human to count or even record the number, he, plunged and unplugged her strengthening cunt with the mass that she'd likely never grow used too. The cart now actually experiencing such a mighty forward and backward force that it didn't topple to the sides even an inch. Which was a miracle as it was hitched with a full-bearing and locked down for every occasion to the cart in front and behind it. Had it been half-assed, he probably would have lived the mechanism and unhitched the carts. It was a miracle as this, sort of beastial wrath wasn't the sort of werewolf sex that was actually unleashed on Coach's caravan, he couldn't have prepared for it intentionally. Since the forward and back forces were powerful and precise, filling the cart with fleshly sex sounds that would make any used up slave girl whose heard and done the worst just blush in embarrassment, the cart would be a bit more stable than before provided the way it was hitched into the caravan.

His tongue completely rolled out as he kept his head on her own, as high as she wished to raise her's. Vash kept the possessiveness of the position while expertly forcing her to feel a blended mash of being pounded by his full length and his knot, over and over, so fast that it as unlikely she could exercise the discipline necessary to keep track of what was inside her at any given instant, or even keep track herself. His tongue, which rolled downward an obscene distance, drooled allover the seat beneath them, slicking her likely hard nipples in a thin little puddle as they moved about against the seat thanks to his forceful thrusts and pull.

 

[Zeth]

Thatch eyed the man. A slave owner. He schooled his face to business. “I am not certain I am looking for any “loaners”. I travel a lot. Tell me about the slave(s), what exactly you want, what you would expect from me and if I might have the option to buy when it all over.” He was not at all sure how he felt about this. This certainly was not what he was here for and he certainly want to turn any slaves back over to their masters. He was more accustomed to just killing the masters and taking the slaves to a new life on his lands.

On the other hand, if he could get in good with this man it may improve his situation in the market. He also considered that close interaction with the slaves might give him a better idea of which one(s) to buy later. Besides, it never hurt to have a wizard on friendly terms. Unfortunately his eyebrow made an involuntary twitch. “So give me the details of the slave(s) and anything else you think I might need to know and we can discuss the particulars of this deal.” He looked at Alton and wondered where this was going.

"Well the slave market does not recognize loaners. So I'd sell her to you at a very low price. Then you would be her owner. When I return I'd buy her back at a proper market price. On paper I'd be taking a loss, but money isn't an issue. Of course there is always the chance you could just run off with her. But I'm gambling you won't," said Alton in a matter of fact manner.

"Well Karin is a busty cat girl. She is a bit mouthy but if you can show her who is boss, she falls in line. I expect you to be a master and fuck her. I must go for an undetermined amount of time and I'd hate to see my hard work go wander off into the woods or something stupid," Said Alton.

Then he had an idea. "I know I'll bring her here!" said the mage. After a quick Flash Karin was standing before them tapping her foot still. Suddenly her bracelets spread her arms straight out. "I told you shirts get in the way!" he scolded her and tore the flimsy fabric away exposing her generous breasts. Alton grabbed her breasts from behind and groped as he explained to Thatch," As you can see. Karin has had a dose of my breast enhancement potion. Go ahead and feel for yourself," said Alton invitingly. He turned his head and saw a vial of sparkling purple liquid in her hand. "What is that Karin?" the mage asked, more curious then anything.

 

[GoodGirlGrace]

No matter how she moved she felt him, no matter where she strained he was there. She felt that possessive nature of his, becoming all encompassing as she felt like he was the only thing that mattered right now. With those long thrusts that he drew out of her slowly for before slamming into her she just jostled under him with a growling moan of joy. She'd never had so much pleasure in her life, and each of those thrusts that hilted her around his cock fully made her body tremble around him. She was elated that he held her backside up while keeping her head and torso low, his grip feeling strong and tight. It surprised her how much strength he possessed but let him access her deepest depths as he forced his way into her hot tight cunt.

She felt the connection through the bond so well, she was under him. She was beneath him, but that was exactly where she wanted to be. She felt like there was no other way this could work. She panted heavily, howling longer and louder now as he pumped her hard and used her like he was. She shuddered and felt herself twinge over him, cumming once already on his large meaty rod, but it still felt like a build up, her first orgasm laying the ground work as he took her above and beyond. The sensations from her nipples was sending her over the top as they scraped and rubbed the leather, getting slimy with saliva when he started to drool down past her face. Some of their movements caused his saliva to hit at her cheek, just making her feel like he was marking her while they fucked. She let out a little whimpering howl as he rubbed her clit and G-spot constantly. She didn't seem to be able to even speak anymore as she fell fully for her bestial instincts. Her claws pierced the seat as they fucked, her head craning up and biting at the side of his neck, getting some of his fur in her mouth. The bite wasn't painful or intended to be an attack, rather she felt she needed to hang on with everything she had. She growled under the bite, a full set of fangs had grown in now, her long tongue even moving up to lick at the fur she was clinging onto.

 

[GoodGirlGrace]

Thatch eyed the man. A slave owner. He schooled his face to business. “I am not certain I am looking for any “loaners”. I travel a lot. Tell me about the slave(s), what exactly you want, what you would expect from me and if I might have the option to buy when it all over.” He was not at all sure how he felt about this. This certainly was not what he was here for and he certainly want to turn any slaves back over to their masters. He was more accustomed to just killing the masters and taking the slaves to a new life on his lands.a

On the other hand, if he could get in good with this man it may improve his situation in the market. He also considered that close interaction with the slaves might give him a better idea of which one(s) to buy later. Besides, it never hurt to have a wizard on friendly terms. Unfortunately his eyebrow made an involuntary twitch. “So give me the details of the slave(s) and anything else you think I might need to know and we can discuss the particulars of this deal.” He looked at Alton and wondered where this was going.

"Well the slave market does not recognize loaners. So I'd sell her to you at a very low price. Then you would be her owner. When I return I'd buy her back at a proper market price. On paper I'd be taking a loss, but money isn't an issue. Of course there is always the chance you could just run off with her. But I'm gambling you won't," said Alton in a matter of fact manner.

"Well Karin is a busty cat girl. She is a bit mouthy but if you can show her who is boss, she falls in line. I expect you to be a master and fuck her. I must go for an undetermined amount of time and I'd hate to see my hard work go wander off into the woods or something stupid," Said Alton.

Then he had an idea. "I know I'll bring her here!" said the mage. After a quick Flash Karin was standing before them tapping her foot still. Suddenly her bracelets spread her arms straight out. "I told you shirts get in the way!" he scolded her and tore the flimsy fabric away exposing her generous breasts. Alton grabbed her breasts from behind and groped as he explained to Thatch," As you can see. Karin has had a dose of my breast enhancement potion. Go ahead and feel for yourself," said Alton invitingly. He turned his head and saw a vial of sparkling purple liquid in her hand. "What is that Karin?" the mage asked, more curious then anything.

Karin looked around when her settings were suddenly different. She was back in the slave market area, that same smell and those same sounds all hitting her at once. She didn't have much time to gather the situation before Alton commanded her arms to straighten out to her sides. "A-Ahh w-Wait what the fuck??!!" She said her tail frizzing out as he ripped the top down the middle, the thin fabric easily tearing, making those voluptuous breasts of hers fall forward. She squirmed and winced as he grabbed her from behind, a brief expression on her face showing the burst of pleasure that coursed through her suddenly as he squeezed them and flicked at her nipples. She blushed madly and her expression soon became a strained look, as she pulled at her bracelets, but found out she was stuck to his desires. She looked forward with that same embarrassed look while Alton played with her in public like this, seeing who he was talking to.

"...A..Alton...C..Cut it out!!" She said gasping out when another droplet of milk started to dribble down her chest, making her shudder with pleasure as that strange new feeling overtook her once more. She tried to stay vigilant, tried to stay mad and vengeful, not wanting to let him just win over her again like the previous night. She growled, resisting the urge to just melt in his arms and purr away while he played around with her sensitive tits. "D..Don't touch that! That's nothing, Ugnh...L..Let go of me you Fuck!" she snarled but the snarl was cut short by a short moan as he squeezed the other nipple making milk spill out of that one too. The milky liquid trickled down her large jiggling breasts and down her stomach, making her short skirt wet while her tail curled briefly behind her. She wasn't used to them at all just yet and the sensation was still so strong for her that right now her usual crude mouth and threats were being dampened by her struggling feelings.

She had him where she needed him right now, she could just throw the vial down right now and run while she had the chance, but the bracelets and anklets kept her from moving away from his fondling touch. She trembled trying to keep her focus, if she could just turn enough to get it on him she could get her revenge, and in public too. In her mind she'd use the binding spell on him which she read could last for a few hours, drag him to the most populated area she could find and shove the largest dildo money could buy right into his smug little asshole, letting everyone see his humiliation, maybe she'd even drop him off in the market so she could give him a taste of his own medicine. She imagined a gruff looking slave owner buying him and keeping him strapped around his dick like a cock sock. The image fired her up, despite how unrealistic it was, but right now, with potion in hand she felt it was almost too perfect a pay back for her after what he'd put her through. However each time she tried to use her will power to fight at the strength of the magic bracelets, she just shuddered out from another soft kneed or pinch that he gave her breasts. She even had to clamp her legs together to stop herself from getting thrust into her arousal.

 

[Edward Thatch]

Karin looked around when her settings were suddenly different. She was back in the slave market area, that same smell and those same sounds all hitting her at once. She didn't have much time to gather the situation before Alton commanded her arms to straighten out to her sides. "A-Ahh w-Wait what the fuck??!!" She said her tail frizzing out as he ripped the top down the middle, the thin fabric easily tearing, making those voluptuous breasts of hers fall forward. She squirmed and winced as he grabbed her from behind, a brief expression on her face showing the burst of pleasure that coursed through her suddenly as he squeezed them and flicked at her nipples. She blushed madly and her expression soon became a strained look, as she pulled at her bracelets, but found out she was stuck to his desires. She looked forward with that same embarrassed look while Alton played with her in public like this, seeing who he was talking to.

"...A..Alton...C..Cut it out!!" She said gasping out when another droplet of milk started to dribble down her chest, making her shudder with pleasure as that strange new feeling overtook her once more. She tried to stay vigilant, tried to stay mad and vengeful, not wanting to let him just win over her again like the previous night. She growled, resisting the urge to just melt in his arms and purr away while he played around with her sensitive tits. "D..Don't touch that! That's nothing, Ugnh...L..Let go of me you Fuck!" she snarled but the snarl was cut short by a short moan as he squeezed the other nipple making milk spill out of that one too. The milky liquid trickled down her large jiggling breasts and down her stomach, making her short skirt wet while her tail curled briefly behind her. She wasn't used to them at all just yet and the sensation was still so strong for her that right now her usual crude mouth and threats were being dampened by her struggling feelings.

She had him where she needed him right now, she could just throw the vial down right now and run while she had the chance, but the bracelets and anklets kept her from moving away from his fondling touch. She trembled trying to keep her focus, if she could just turn enough to get it on him she could get her revenge, and in public too. In her mind she'd use the binding spell on him which she read could last for a few hours, drag him to the most populated area she could find and shove the largest dildo money could buy right into his smug little asshole, letting everyone see his humiliation, maybe she'd even drop him off in the market so she could give him a taste of his own medicine. She imagined a gruff looking slave owner buying him and keeping him strapped around his dick like a cock sock. The image fired her up, despite how unrealistic it was, but right now, with potion in hand she felt it was almost too perfect a pay back for her after what he'd put her through. However each time she tried to use her will power to fight at the strength of the magic bracelets, she just shuddered out from another soft kneed or pinch that he gave her breasts. She even had to clamp her legs together to stop herself from getting thrust into her arousal.
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Thatch grunted. Looking at Alton he said, “Release her.” The magic bracelets suddenly turned off. Thatch canted his head at her for just a moment. That split second after she realized her arms were free, the air around her began to thicken and firm. Her arms, her entire body felt as if it were immersed in a vat of molasses. She could no more move than if she were stuck in that tub up to her neck. A hard ball of air formed in her mouth, spreading her jaws slightly. It was only thickened air that was holding her and binding her, but it just as well have been steel.

He canted his head and regarded her and her leaking breast for a moment. Then she began to feel the air between her legs begin to stir and caress her. As her she was caressed by the unseeable air he stepped up to her and cupped on of her breast and squeezed softly, flicking the nipple with his thumb. As he stepped up to her, she felt the air between her legs form a large hard phallus that began to pump into her.

Still looking at her with head canted and fondling her breast he said, “Alton seems to think you might be worth my time and money.” He smirked and the pumping between her legs increased. He said, I'll tell you what, I've got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one. Are you going to be a problem? Tell me why I should buy you. Leaning in he growled into her ear, “If you make it good, I might even replace that air between your legs with something a little more... real.” She leaned back away from her, still fondling her breast almost absently. The gag of air in her mouth dissolved and her said in a sharp, commanding voice; “Well, speak, girl. Speak.”

 

[Zeth]

Alton was a tad shocked as Thatch began using his own magic. The moment he began to do so, Alton freed Karin from her bracelets. Having two different kinds of magic restraining her could cause the spells to fizzle out. The bracelets and anklets uncuff and fall away to the ground.

The mage snatched away the purple vial examining it. "I leave you alone for a few hours and you brew a potion to summon a tentacle monster? By the Gods woman, how much of a slut are you?" he asked trying to embarrass Karin. From his perspective it seems she brewed a tentacle monster potion to use on herself, and not that she misread the spell book.

With a sigh he explained to Karin. "I am going away on business. So I sold you to master Thatch. He should keep you out of trouble, when I return I'll try to buy you back," stated Alton. He let the uncertainty of her going back to him sink in. Then he added,"If your good, He might let you use this to play." Upon saying that he gives Thatch the purple vial to use at his discretion.

 

[GoodGirlGrace]

Thatch grunted. Looking at Alton he said, “Release her.” The magic bracelets suddenly turned off. Thatch canted his head at her for just a moment. That split second after she realized her arms were free, the air around her began to thicken and firm. Her arms, her entire body felt as if it were immersed in a vat of molasses. She could no more move than if she were stuck in that tub up to her neck. A hard ball of air formed in her mouth, spreading her jaws slightly. It was only thickened air that was holding her and binding her, but it just as well have been steel.

He canted his head and regarded her and her leaking breast for a moment. Then she began to feel the air between her legs begin to stir and caress her. As her she was caressed by the invisible air he stepped up to her and cupped on of her breast and squeezed softly, flicking the nipple with his thumb. As he stepped up to her, she felt the air between her legs form a large hard phallus that began to pump into her.

Still looking at her with head canted and fondling her breast he said, “Alton seems to think you might be worth my time and money.” He smirked and the pumping between her legs increased. He said, I'll tell you what, I've got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one. Are you going to be a problem? Tell me why I should buy you. Leaning in he growled into her ear, “If you make it good, I might even replace that air between your legs with something a little more... real.” She leaned back away from her, still fondling her breast almost absently. The gag of air in her mouth dissolved and her said in a sharp, commanding voice; “Well, speak, girl. Speak.”

Karin watched as the new man walked forward to speak to her. She thought for a brief moment that he might have been on her side, commanding Alton, the world renowned mage to release her. She had a dash of hope in her eyes looking to the new comer, feeling her arms release. She moved her arms down and was about to swing around to enact her revenge, but as she moved she slowed, feeling her body get sticky and heavy. She was stuck now with arms at her side, and chest out as the bearded man took to her breasts. She winced and was about to yell something at him but felt all the air in her mouth get sucked up into a strange hardness. She winced and bit down, thinking this was all Alton's doing. "Mmmnmm!!" She cried shaking back and forth to try and free herself.

She glared viciously at the man as he fondled and flicked at her sensitive chest, her heart pounding as adrenaline coursed through her veins from the feeling of elation it was giving her. She shuddered and squeaked out under the gag of air as she felt something start to touch her and feel her under her skirt. Shaking her head she braced for impact feeling the hard phallus start to fuck her in the street just like Alton had before. She whined out and squirmed around breathing heavy through her nose as she looked defiantly up at the man who spoke and fondled her, causing milk to dribble out of her breasts. The flick of her nipple made her take a sharp breath.

One of her ears dropped and she glared up at him when she was able to talk. "You two are perfect for one another..you're just as perverted, so go fuck him you asshole!" she said spitting up at the man as she struggled to free herself from the humiliating hold, shuddering when the air dildo rubbed right against her clit.

Alton was a tad shocked as Thatch began using his own magic. The moment he began to do so, Alton freed Karin from her bracelets. Having two different kinds of magic restraining her could cause the spells to fizzle out. The bracelets and anklets uncuff and fall away to the ground.

The mage snatched away the purple vial examining it. "I leave you alone for a few hours and you brew a potion to summon a tentacle monster? By the Gods woman, how much of a slut are you?" he asked trying to embarrass Karin. From his perspective it seems she brewed a tentacle monster potion to use on herself, and not that she misread the spell book.

With a sigh he explained to Karin. "I am going away on business. So I sold you to master Thatch. He should keep you out of trouble, when I return I'll try to buy you back," stated Alton. He let the uncertainty of her going back to him sink in. Then he added,"If your good, He might let you use this to play." Upon saying that he gives Thatch the purple vial to use at his discretion.

She looked over with shock when he took the potion from her and explained what it was. Her eyes widened, what was he talking about? Tentacle monster?? She blushed hard and squirmed around. "That's...That was supposed to be a binding spell for you, you asshole!!" she snapped "Give it back!" She added, sounding ridiculous. She felt a sense of dread when he said he sold her on. "Wait WHAT?!" she cried out, whipping her head back around to Thatch. "You can't do that!! I'm not something that can just be sold on! Rrr....I'm gonna drown the pair of you!! Let me go already!!" She yelled making a scene in the middle of the busy marketplace. She couldn't beleive what was going on, and felt useless right now to escape from it all, but that didn't stop the irate cat girl from trying.

 

[Viktoff Samson]

He mashed the battering ram of meat deep into her tight, soaking cunt with absolutely zero pause. Vash, even with his transformed body, needed to savor her this way. Like how food can be a touch more satisfying to a hunger when it is crammed down one's throat in rapid succession. While that didn't apply to all, Vash knew plenty of humans who demonstrated such behaviors, and his draw or sexual appetite for Leah was certainly satisfied in a similar way. And yet, he knew of numerous other ways to experience pleasure with her. It was an interesting turn of events when she turned her head and took some of his neck in her teeth. Her tongue provided a residual sense of comfort as she did. Had her goal been to do damage, Vash would certainly be missing a fleshy chunk of neck meat by now, so it was easy to categorize this act as a non-aggressive intent action. With a growing grin, which spread almost evil-ly across his monster teeth, he let one arm wrap around her neck and shoulder to keep her pinned against him like this. His knot finally entered her in it's completion, and he snaked his other arm under her right leg and lifted it. With stunning speed, he shifted into an eager sitting position with her back still to his chest, his knot still locked inside her.

Like this, he pulled on his arm tight enough to engage any sort of near-suffocation that a softcore bdsm fetisher could dream of, his arm keeping her leg up and providing control over her lower body. His hip motion caused his knot to tug at the sides of her entrance before he started to pull her off of the knot and drag her back down over it. The fingers of the arm holding her leg and roughly run over her clit as he did this, stimulating her in as many alternative ways that the position would allow for. He respected her teeth on his neck, and though he had her in an neck hold, he didn't force her to forfeit her mouth from his neck, even if he couldn't lick her nose as she did. His muscular chest against her smooth, furred back. She wasn't an unsightly creature at all, her transformation adding to the thrill of their intercourse.

 

[Edward Thatch]

She looked over with shock when he took the potion from her and explained what it was. Her eyes widened, what was he talking about? Tentacle monster?? She blushed hard and squirmed around. "That's...That was supposed to be a binding spell for you, you asshole!!" she snapped "Give it back!" She added, sounding ridiculous. She felt a sense of dread when he said he sold her on. "Wait WHAT?!" she cried out, whipping her head back around to Thatch. "You can't do that!! I'm not something that can just be sold on! Rrr....I'm gonna drown the pair of you!! Let me go already!!" She yelled making a scene in the middle of the busy marketplace. She couldn't beleive what was going on, and felt useless right now to escape from it all, but that didn't stop the irate cat girl from trying.
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Thatch laughed as the gag of air reformed in her mouth. Looking to Alton he said, “You were right. She will be fun.” He throws a bag or gold to the mage. Looking back to his new slave his eyes narrowed. “Now what are we going to do with you?” As he spoke the phallus of air started to slam harder and faster into her. He pulled out a collar and a bracelet. Looking to Alton he explained as he was fastening it around her neck; “Domination Collar.” He continued explaining the Domination Collar to Alton, but his words were for Karin, wanting her to hear the terms of her new pen.
“When the bracelet is worn the person who put it on the wearer is able to perceive the emotions of the one wearing the collar and to induce physical sensations in the one wearing the collar at will, such as pain, pleasure and nausea. The one wearing the bracelet can also induce paralysis in the one wearing the collar at will.
While both the collar and bracelet are being worn, each wearer can determine the location of the other so long as both occupy the same plane.
If one wearing the bracelet is wounded or injured, anyone wearing the linked collar takes double non-lethal psychic damage.
Someone wearing the collar cannot hold a weapon or use spellcasting abilities without permission from the one wearing the bracelet. They will instead experience extreme pain every time they make an attempt until they stop.”

Looking back to Karin he asks, as though to himself. “Now, what are we going to do with you?” He looked her up and down again and glanced back at Alton. “Well, since the last command he gave you was not to wear a shirt,” He reached over and ripped the shirt the rest of the way off her, “Why don't we just give him a parting nod. You will not wear a shirt or bra or wrap of any kind until you have earned the privilege back. Do you understand me?”

Not waiting for a response he pulled out a section of thin glistening chain and attached the collar to the bracelet. Looking at her, “Just for show you know. We don't want the little kiddies afraid the big bad house cat is going to get loose to get them, now do we?” Stepping back he looked at her approvingly. “Yes well, let's get you back to my rooms her in the city and see about putting you through you paces.” All this time the air phallus never stopped it grinding monotonous thrusting. The air binding her from the waist down dissipated., but not the air binding her from the waist up, nor the air gag in her mouth. Given his recent explanation of the Domination Collar, the continued binding could only be to add insult.

He turned his back on her and started walking away from the slave market, leading her by the leash, phallus of air still working through out the walk through the city and he merrily sang:

What's new pussycat whoa
What's new pussycat whoa oh
Pussycat, pussycat, I've got flowers
And lots of hours to spend time with you
So go and powder your cute little pussycat nose
Pussycat, pussycat, I love you yes I do
You and your pussycat nose
What's new pussycat whoa
What's new pussycat whoa oh oh
Pussycat, pussycat, you're so thrilling
And I'm so willing to care for you
So go and make up your big little pussycat eyes
Pussycat, pussycat, I love you yes I do
You and your pussycat eyes
What's new pussycat whoa
What's new pussycat whoa oh oh
Pussycat, pussycat, you're delicious
And if my wishes can all come true
I'll soon be kissing your sweet little pussycat lips
Pussycat, pussycat, I love you yes I do
You and your pussycat eyes whoa
You and your pussycat nose

((OCC: for anyone unfamiliar with that particular song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBdSqk78nHw ))

 

[GoodGirlGrace]

Thatch laughed as the gag of air reformed in her mouth. Looking to Alton he said, “You were right. She will be fun.” He throws a bag or gold to the mage. Looking back to his new slave his eyes narrowed. “Now what are we going to do with you?” As he spoke the phallus of air started to slam harder and faster into her. He pulled out a collar and a bracelet. Looking to Alton he explained as he was fastening it around her neck; “Domination Collar.” He continued explaining the Domination Collar to Alton, but his words were for Karin, wanting her to hear the terms of her new pen.
“When the bracelet is worn the person who put it on the wearer is able to perceive the emotions of the one wearing the collar and to induce physical sensations in the one wearing the collar at will, such as pain, pleasure and nausea. The one wearing the bracelet can also induce paralysis in the one wearing the collar at will. While both the collar and bracelet are being worn, each wearer can determine the location of the other so long as both occupy the same plane. If one wearing the bracelet is wounded or injured, anyone wearing the linked collar takes double non-lethal psychic damage. Someone wearing the collar cannot hold a weapon or use spell casting abilities without permission from the one wearing the bracelet. They will instead experience extreme pain every time they make an attempt until they stop.”

Looking back to Karin he asks, as though to himself. “Now, what are we going to do with you?” He looked her up and down again and glanced back at Alton. “Well, since the last command he gave you was not to wear a shirt,” He reached over and ripped the shirt the rest of the way off her, “Why don't we just give him a parting nod. You will not wear a shirt or bra or wrap of any kind until you have earned the privilege back. Do you understand me?”

Not waiting for a response he pulled out a section of thin glistening chain and attached the collar to the bracelet. Looking at her, “Just for show you know. We don't want the little kiddies afraid the big bad house cat is going to get loose to get them, now do we?” Stepping back he looked at her approvingly. “Yes well, let's get you back to my rooms her in the city and see about putting you through you paces.” All this time the air phallus never stopped it grinding monotonous thrusting. The air binding her from the waist down dissipated., but not the air binding her from the waist up, nor the air gag in her mouth. Given his recent explanation of the Domination Collar, the continued binding could only be to add insult.

He turned his back on her and started walking away from the slave market, leading her by the leash, phallus of air still working through out the walk through the city and he merrily sang:

Tom Jones

What's new pussycat whoa
What's new pussycat whoa oh
Pussycat, pussycat, I've got flowers
And lots of hours to spend time with you
So go and powder your cute little pussycat nose
Pussycat, pussycat, I love you yes I do
You and your pussycat nose
What's new pussycat whoa
What's new pussycat whoa oh oh
Pussycat, pussycat, you're so thrilling
And I'm so willing to care for you
So go and make up your big little pussycat eyes
Pussycat, pussycat, I love you yes I do
You and your pussycat eyes
What's new pussycat whoa
What's new pussycat whoa oh oh
Pussycat, pussycat, you're delicious
And if my wishes can all come true
I'll soon be kissing your sweet little pussycat lips
Pussycat, pussycat, I love you yes I do
You and your pussycat eyes whoa
You and your pussycat nose

((OCC: for anyone unfamiliar with that particular song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBdSqk78nHw ))

Karin struggled feeling that gag wrap around her mouth once more. She wasn't aware it was just made of air, thinking it was a real tangible object that had been strapped around her. She bit into the 'rubber' of the ball, but was a bit put off, it didn't feel like Rubber like she had been used to before, this one felt different. She usually chewed on her gags, but something about this one was off putting.

She growled at him and shook around when he casually pulled the collar out, deliberately putting it on slowly so she could feel every inch of it slip on while he explained it's magic. She tried to squirm, not wanting to give him that sort of power but it as ultimately useless. She looked furious, her brows furrowed and her tail fluffed out. He'd be able to feel with the activation of the collar her fury, but also something else. An arousal that was brimming forward the more she was humiliated. She sent a burst of pleasure forward when he ripped her top off and degraded her further by attaching a leash to her collar, patronising her as he spoke of her 'rules and privilege.' She pulled at the leash, trying to keep as far away from him as she could, yanking and fighting him. He tugged her along but that didn't stop her from digging her feet into the ground and yanking back against him at every possible moment.

Her dribbling milk jugs dripped a trail behind her wherever she walked, the excess milk leaking out of her and messing her stomach. She bit into the gag, almost missing that rubber feeling that Alton used when her teeth ground into the hard air feeling her body respond. She shuddered out as the dildo slammed into her more and more, rubbing her and pushing in while people passed gazes and looked down at her and her exposed dribbling chest. She got cat called () by some men along the way. Exposed slaves weren't entirely unusual leaving the marketplace but for her this was the biggest insult they were capable of. Having people view her as just some milky slut. "How much for the cow there friend" Someone said waving some money at Thatch as he walked on by, "I could always use another for my farm, we have a spare machine that she could fit into nicely, even if she is a little small!" him and his friends laughed, but genuinely seemed to want to buy the lactating cat. She shuddered and shook her head wanting to rip every last one of them apart with her claws. Right as she looked over to Thatch, she couldn't help but picture herself getting milked by a machine while he looked over. The look he gave her coupled with a tug at the leash and a particularly good thrust made her quiver and buckle over slightly. Taking a sharp intake of breath, her own cum started to dribble down her legs under her skirt. She was so embarrassed, and couldn't get her head around how someone could be just as..no if not more perverse than her previous owner. She felt a hot wash of shame fill through her body, secretly keeping her pleasure centers tingling and sensitive. She gazed back in the direction of Alton for one last time before being tugged along through the crowd by this strange new man.

His song mocked her as they walked along, and caused her to give him the darkest glare she could muster, her ears were low and her tail flicked out behind her. What revenge she had felt towards Alton, was now ten fold towards Thatch. She was like a caged tiger, ready to strike him, plotting his demise in the most sadistic ways she could think of as he pulled her forward. Only the cum between her legs and the blush across her face dampened the threat of her look slightly. She was telling him she hated him, but her body betrayed other feelings too...

 

[GoodGirlGrace]

He mashed the battering ram of meat deep into her tight, soaking cunt with absolutely zero pause. Vash, even with his transformed body, needed to savor her this way. Like how food can be a touch more satisfying to a hunger when it is crammed down one's throat in rapid succession. While that didn't apply to all, Vash knew plenty of humans who demonstrated such behaviors, and his draw or sexual appetite for Leah was certainly satisfied in a similar way. And yet, he knew of numerous other ways to experience pleasure with her. It was an interesting turn of events when she turned her head and took some of his neck in her teeth. Her tongue provided a residual sense of comfort as she did. Had her goal been to do damage, Vash would certainly be missing a fleshy chunk of neck meat by now, so it was easy to categorize this act as a non-aggressive intent action. With a growing grin, which spread almost evil-ly across his monster teeth, he let one arm wrap around her neck and shoulder to keep her pinned against him like this. His knot finally entered her in it's completion, and he snaked his other arm under her right leg and lifted it. With stunning speed, he shifted into an eager sitting position with her back still to his chest, his knot still locked inside her.

Like this, he pulled on his arm tight enough to engage any sort of near-suffocation that a softcore bdsm fetisher could dream of, his arm keeping her leg up and providing control over her lower body. His hip motion caused his knot to tug at the sides of her entrance before he started to pull her off of the knot and drag her back down over it. The fingers of the arm holding her leg and roughly run over her clit as he did this, stimulating her in as many alternative ways that the position would allow for. He respected her teeth on his neck, and though he had her in an neck hold, he didn't force her to forfeit her mouth from his neck, even if he couldn't lick her nose as she did. His muscular chest against her smooth, furred back. She wasn't an unsightly creature at all, her transformation adding to the thrill of their intercourse.

She shuddered out and even let out a little gruff bark as he shifted positions, moving her so easily. His strong hands moving her around made her feel like a doll while he positioned herself on his lap. She let go of his fur, leaving a wet patch where she'd been licking and cried out as gravity and his arms moved to slide her over his knot, the first time stretching her out as her soft lips wrapped around it. Her whole body shook against his and she cried out again with a hot breath of air, her eyes so sultry and full of love.

His knot felt so good and large, that when he pulled her up only to have her slide back around it she couldn't help but to gasp out and howl a more human sounding howl as her human side reached the peak of it's arousal. Even then she felt like he was breaking that boundary as he pushed her back down onto him trapping his mighty cock in her cunt, keeping himself stuffed inside. "...c...cum....Cum.." she quivered begging for his climax in among puppy like whines. She even pulled her arms up and wrapped them around his neck to stretch her body out the most she could, pushing her chest and stomach out as she slid down over his huge knot. She gripped onto her own wrists, like she was locked together by handcuffs, wanting to feel like there was nowhere else for her to go but onto his dick. She trembled out and moaned again, her eyes feeling like they rolled into the back of her skull as she took his whole knot into her needy hot cunt. She cried out her other leg wrapping around his, keeping her as spread open as she possibly could. Drool leaked out of her mouth as she panted heavily against him, straining for breath when he pulled his arm close again. The lack of breath was getting her stimulated so much, making her feel like they were pushing the orgasm out as it built up more and more. Her body pulsed with pleasure waves, and she could feel that they were all building up ready for an ultimate explosion of pleasure. She gasped out for air quickly before taking another deep breath and letting him pull against her neck harder, the collar pushing through that thick fur of her's now, parting it, distinctly making it draw attention to itself.

She needed his cum, needed to be filled up as much as she could possibly manage, right now she felt so connected to him and so close to the biggest orgasm she could muster, as she squrimed and rocked her hips over his large knot, making a little circular motion to really feel how fleshed out and full she was right now. Every movement just made her feel fuller, every little pass from her own tormentingly delicious circles just kept the feeling fresh and forward on her mind. She looked like she was about to shatter into a million pieces or pop from how much she was gagging for his salty white cream. She whined again, begging him as hard as she could, her leg kicking slightly as she pushed her head up into his plush neckline.

 

[Viktoff Samson]

Her pleas were heard, but he would not answer right away. Not with a distinctive grunt or any sort of action to cause or prevent her desired outcome. She was all his, in his arms as her sexy little motions to feel more and more of his knot inside her, his tower of cock he has stashed inside her womb, or maybe even his sturdy rock hard hips. Her motions were doing a number on him that his sheer physical prowess couldn't do before. Part of this action had made him desire to feel her throat around his pulsing, ribbed, musky cock, and yet he had gone and put her in such a fascinating heat so quickly. It was appropriate, given that her clothed were damaged and that she'd probably need a decent amount of recover time.

Her tight, hot, sodden wet cunt felt so brilliant around his knot. Her sounds and actions urging him to find a finale and whitewash her insides in the torrent of his own climax. And he was so damn close. With his hand leaving her groin and his arm releasing her leg, he sandwiched her against the seat again, but with his knot fruitfully and fully locked into her. His cock pressed further wirh all his might as a beastial groan drew out from his mouth and throat. He snaked fingers into her mouth as he flattened her body into the seat amd ensured he was properly pushing out her stomach with his fat cock tip. And then it happened: His scent double stained the air around them as he widened and kept her mouth open with his fingers, suffocating her just the fairest amount before he erupted. His semen ushered forth from his tip as he quaked over her with an immeasurable about of satisfaction. Certainly expanding her womb with the sheer volume he unloaded from his giant sack. The heat, and it's thick stickiness, it was surely a substance without equal. And he was a heavy breathing, giant wolfman that laid over her. Slowly releasing her throat to hug her head, and rolling to his side to cuddle her with a hand on her belly and another keeping her close with his knot still trapping her to him.