White Room Stage 4 Part 2
WARNING the following story contains adult content please do not read if you are under the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised.
Hello again here is part two.... because im to lazy to post it all as one post I guess.... anywyas here is the yiffing enjoy.
Part 2
The hands that had been man handling Zak finally let go of his cock and tail and retreated into the ceiling. Zak sighed and looked down at his crotch to read the menu. If he had to play this girl games he wanted to eat as well, but before he could read the hands returned and took his menu. "Hey!" he barked at the hands then turned towards Clair.
"I ordered for you." She stated handing her menu to the robotic hands as well. "Now sugar."
"Sugar!?"
"Tell me about yourself" cooed Clair as she spun the ice in the glass of water before her.
Zak bit his tongue. Was this a joke, did she seriously want know about him, or was this one of her little games? "Well what do you want to know?"
"Where do you live?"
"
13th street
."
"Oh!" squealed Clair leaning towards Zak. "Alone or..."
"Alone" Zak answered bitterly. These questions sucked.
Clair retreated noticing she had hit a nerve. She stopped as the hands fell from the ceiling again this time carrying a plate.
Zak's nose twitched as the sweet sent of T-bone steak kissed it. Zak could feel his doggish mouth begin to salivate at the smell.
"Mhhhm delicious." Clair giggled as she cut into the meat and placed one bit into her mouth. She moaned with delight. "It's heavenly."
Zak whined and pulled at his restraints involuntarily. He bit his tongue again as he forced himself to not move. He didn't want to give into his new canine mindset. Instead he decided to bug Clair. "Where's my food?"
"Oh it will be here eventually." She stated while sticking another piece of steak into her mouth. Zak twinged as he watched her lips embrace the meat.
This continued until Clair had finished the whole steak. "That was so good!" she squealed grasping her hands together. "How was yours?"
Zak growled and snapped at Clair.
"Oh right I forgot, well it will arrive eventually, now if you excuse me I must go powder my nose." And with that she got up and exited through the door she had entered by.
Zak whined and looked around the barren white room. Noises escaped his stomach as his hunger worsened. Perhaps she hadn't ordered anything for him. "Where is that food?" No sooner had he said this when the hands descended from the ceiling carrying a huge silver saucer which they placed before Zak.
"Your Meal Sir." A metallic voice called.
Zak looked at the saucer hungrily as the hands lifted the lid greeting his eyes to a nice steaming pussy.
Zak froze for a moment taking in the unexpected dish. Sitting on the table was a naked woman, her arms and legs were tied behind her and at an angle so that her crotch was pointed upwards with her neither lips spread wide open. Also surrounding her were many herbs and flowers, almost as if she were a food.
"Your meal Sir. Warm snatch with a side of milk." Droned the metallic voice.
Zak frowned when he realized he wasn't going to get any food, then stopped when an amazing smell hit him, pheromones. Zak tasted the air with his tongue, as he member rose out form his sheath. The smell was so compelling, he needed more!
Zak quickly moved his head towards his dinner; his chair now allowed him to more forward a bit. He stopped in font of the womanhood and took a deep breath. Then quickly licked it.
The girl squealed a bit, which only turned Zak on more. HE quickly set to work and licking the pussy, spending copious amounts of time on the clit. The food began to wiggle and gasp as he continued.
Zak's tongue moved up and down, up and down, graciously covering the entirety of the pussy with every lick. The girl moaned and attempted to spread her legs a bit wider.
Zak's keen senses noticed this and decided to move to the main course. He suddenly thrust his muzzle into the woman's lips growling loudly and began to... eat her out.
The woman screamed in ecstasy. She could feel the wolfs long muzzle moving in and out of her like some large vibrator, while its tongue dove in deeper and toyed with her insides. She let out a gasp of bliss allowing the sensation to rise from between her legs and numb her senses. This was GREAT!
Zak continued to assault the vagina moving his tongue in every direction he could think trying to taste every last bit of the woman's juices. The woman moaned and screamed in ecstasy desperately trying to get him to go deeper. Zak took one last plunge into the woman and then pulled out, placed his mouth over the female's clit, and sucked it.
The girl Screamed her eyes watered from the pure pleasure of the action, she felt her voice dying out fro the note she was hitting and then collapsed onto the table. She felt like Jell-O, she had cum and her juices dripped out of her.
Zak grinned at his success than began to lap up the new juices. He paused remember the voice had said something about milk. He tilted his head up to see if he could get at her breast. Zak pulled but the chair wouldn't let him move any farther. He barked at this injustice and quickly sat back in his chair. He paused as he noticed a glass next to the girl. It was filled with milk. Zak almost laughed at the irony of it, for the first time he had been the individual with his head in the gutter. He snorted a bit at this joke.
The girl slowly sat up her face flushed with scarlet. "Something funny?" asked Clair.
Zak looked up at his tormentor, tied up like a pig, or turkey. "Nothing, just thinking to myself... want some milk?" he asked nodding to the glass next to her, than broke in to hysterics.
Clair frowned at the cackling dog and considered knocking him out for it. She quickly jerked her limbs in three deliberate motions causing all her restraints to shatter instantly. Clair rubbed her chaffed wrists. She really needed to stop flailing about so much... no matter how good it felt.
Zak continued to laugh, maybe Clair had turned him into a furry freak, but between everything he had gone thorough, and the lack of control, seeing his tormentor like that, to him at least, had settled the score... for now.
Clair sighed; she would never understand men or the way the thought ....men? Clair paused for a moment, then smiled... yes perhaps, that would... but it might be better for another time.
Clair jumped off the table and walked towards the exit.
Zak stopped laughing long enough to ask "hey can you let me out?"
Clair turned and smiled. "Sure"
And with that a hand dropped form the ceiling and like lighting jabbed a syringe into Zak's neck and then...
Nothing.