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Bought by the Bitch 2

The Morning After

For Sinister

By Draconicon

After her hard use by the dog bitch that had bought her, Andrea slept the sleep of the fucked. She drooled from both ends, her cock throbbed harder than she had ever imagined that such a piece of anatomy could, and her entire body ached from how hard she had been pushed. For all that the slavers had promised that she'd be sent to someone that could actually break her, she hadn't thought that they'd actually follow through with that threat.

The lavender-furred feline woke from time to time, looking up to see that she was still in the bedroom, that she hadn't been kicked out. Sometimes, she would look to the side, wondering if she dared do something to take revenge on her new mistress. Every time, she would close her eyes and try to go back to sleep.

Cats were not meant to challenge dogs. That was the message that she was getting, and she heard it loud and clear.

Eventually, she managed to close her eyes and stay asleep for more than a half hour at a time. When she finally woke up again, she almost wished she hadn't.

Clap.

Clap.

Clap.

Andrea opened one eye, finding the world a blur. Something black and white moved overhead, bobbing, bouncing, shaking...jiggling. She blinked, and it came together in stark relief.

It was her mistress's ass. Her spotted, black and white ass. Bouncing, shaking, jiggling, and sweating already, some of the droplets falling down to her face, smearing across her cheeks and nose. She could almost taste it from breathing in, and as soon as she gasped, the Dalmatian overhead grinned.

"Oooh, you're awake! Finally!"

Andrea didn't have a chance to escape. She doubted that she'd ever have any such thing again. The pair of heavy cheeks came down hard, smothering her beneath them, and she groaned as she felt the pressure of the pair squeezing her nose between them, then the rest of her face. Her mistress wiggled further and further down, gradually pulling her face in between the sweaty cheeks.

"Nnngh!"

"Oh, don't complain. I know you like the smell."

"Mmmph-nnng!"

"Yes, you do. Stop lying."

The Dalmatian was so sure of herself, so cocky, and it made it all the more embarrassing to have to admit that...well, there was some truth to that. Not that Andrea liked the smell or taste of ass - at least, not intentionally - but that there was something overwhelming about the pungent, thick musk. There was something about it that burned through her mind, that settled in her head and covered her thoughts, making it harder to think.

It made the situation that she was in that much easier to accept.

Drifting on the smell as she was sat on, she barely noticed that her mistress was leaning forward. Andrea was just starting to get used to the feeling of the weight on her face when -

"Mmmph!?"

The cage. She felt the slippery metal sliding off, the tube coming off her cock. She arched her back, thrusting her hips into the air, desperate for something, anything.

She got the anything. It didn't feel so good anymore.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

She whimpered as a piece of rubber pressed against the head of her cock, feeling the slippery inside. Pre-lubed, it slid down her shaft with ease, rolled right from the head down to the base, and then pinched tight. She arched her back again and again, trying to thrust, but there was nothing to thrust against, and even the occasional pleasure of her belly-fur bumping against it was muted with the rubber over her shaft.

"Ah ah...no playing with yourself, kitty."

"Nnngh...mmph."

"And no getting off unless you do what I tell you."

Oh, the things that she would do if she had the freedom to move...and if she wasn't afraid, deathly afraid, of what would happen if she stood up to the Dalmatian. Her mistress had made it clear that one false move could end up with her being in permanent chastity, or something far worse. The very idea was enough to make her stop fighting, to slowly calm down and lie still.

"That's better. Now. I've got a condom on my cock, too. If you're a good little kitty, I'll let you cum in yours. But if you're a bad kitty, I'll make you wear the chastity cage while still covered up. Even less pleasure for you. And you don't want that, do you?"

She didn't. She really didn't. The only thing keeping her sane these days was the fact that she could still jostle the caget and get at least a little something through the metal against her cock. If she lost that, it would drive her utterly mad.

"So, here's the deal. Give my ass a good licking, pussy cat. If you do that, I'll let you have a little fun. I'll give you all the cummy milk that you need."

Andrea groaned. More ass-eating, more being stuck with all the thick musk back there. That was hardly a good deal.

But then again, was a slave ever supposed to expect a good deal?

She bit off a groan of distaste and slowly pushed out her tongue. The first lick was thick with the taste of sweat, something that almost burned with how salty it was. She licked again and again, each time dragging her tongue over another part of the cheeks, slowly spiraling closer and closer to the space between. The fur gathered up from time to time, but her tongue was used to that, and could easily push it back down.

Slowly, she got closer and closer to the sweaty pucker between the cheeks. Her mistress was 'kind' enough to spread her cheeks for the feline, and the smell got stronger, somehow. It was as if it had been kept pinned between them, and now it was fully released. She coughed, trying not to let it get to her, but it was hard.

It was very, very hard.

She felt like she was in a daze the further between the cheeks she went, feeling them pressing down on her again, smothering her face, blinding her against the spotted cheeks. Heavy balls rested on her chin, and she could feel them bouncing as if the other woman was already stroking herself, getting off to her humiliation. The Dalmatian probably was. It was the sort of thing that a dog would do.

Andrea lost herself in the licking and worshiping of that spotted rump, almost grateful for the musk as it made it easier to think of nothing but the sexual part of it. The smell helped her forget the actual humiliation of what she was doing, or, rather, make it so that she didn't care. There was a hint of it there, of course, but she was getting so horned up by the scent and the occasional stroke over her condom-covered cock that she actually was getting into it. She groaned, her fingers curling against the bed, her eyes closing from time to time, but she no longer complained about it the way that she had been.

She leaned her head forward, nuzzling between the cheeks a bit further. Her tongue found the wrinkled flesh of the dog's hole, and slowly pushed against it. The mistress moaned overhead, and Andrea smiled.

Moan at this...

With as much force as she dared exert, she shoved her tongue forward, parting the pucker and pushing inside. The Dalmatian moaned, arching her back, and she felt that hole clench down hard on her tongue. Really hard, almost like it was trying to pull her tongue into itself.

She groaned, holding still until the mistress relaxed again. The Dalmatian stood up, and Andrea gasped, finally aware of how little fresh air she'd been getting down there. As she flopped out, the spotted dog looked down at her, giggling.

"Oh, wow. You were enjoying yourself."

"Nnngh...was...not..."

"Look at your condom."

Andrea really didn't want to see evidence, but an order was an order. She lifted her head, and her cheeks burned as she saw the bubble of pre-cum that had been caught at the tip of her condom. The sight of it...

Well, it wasn't as bad as she'd thought it would be. Not so good, either, but not so bad as she thought it'd be.

"Now, time for your reward."

Andrea spread her legs, half-hoping to get off with a hand rather than something more humiliating, but instead of offering her some stimulation, the Dalmatian only laughed. The cat blinked, shaking her head.

"What's so funny?"

"I offered you cummy milk, remembered?"

"I...I thought..."

"That doesn't mean you get to cum. It just means that you get to enjoy mine."

Eyes drawn down at those words, Andrea saw the white bubble at the tip of her mistress's condom. It hung down, pulling the rest of the shaft with it, and the whole thing was just barely starting to slide off. Her mistress stepped closer, twitching her cock with another giggle.

"Come on, pussy. Take it."

"Mmmph..."

She hated it, but she had to follow orders. If she fought back...

Trying to ignore the throbbing between her own legs as she followed orders, she pulled the condom off, unrolling it bit by bit until it came loose. She looked down the rubber chute to the end, and tried not to make a face as she turned it upside-down, pouring it into her mouth. The cum inside came in little rivers, flowing out in slimy strings over her lips and tongue.

"Mmmm, you look so sexy doing that," her mistress said.

She tried not to enjoy hearing that.

The End

Summary: Andrea continues a bit of slavery that she got into, trying not to enjoy it .

Tags: Intersex/Intersex, Shemale, Canine, Feline, Speciesism, Rimming, Sweat, Musk, Condom, Cum, Orgasm, Cum Eating,