“May I inspect your slave?” Teddy said.
Rust moved aside. “Be my guest.”
Teddy stood in front of Kate, his cock as erect as a flagpole. So much for claiming that he found her not that pretty and sort of fat. The desire on his flushed face betrayed how he really felt about her.
“Can I touch her?” Teddy said.
Rust turned to Kate.
“Can he touch you?” he asked.
So this was how the game was played. The ball was in her court, so to speak. She determined who touched her and how much while Rust watched. She was governed by her own mind and her own lust.
What a juxtaposing decision!
On one end, her pussy was a veritable font of betraying creams. Her juices stained the thin membrane between her pussy hole and anus. But she did not like Teddy, her mind told her. She was repulsed by him, even though he resembled a cherub. He was cruel when he didn’t get what he wanted, just like the boys in high school.
She could say ‘no’. She darted a nervous glance at Rust. He knew what Teddy had done to her, psychologically, even if he didn’t know the details. He was letting her choose how she wanted to react.
But her pussy was a flowering hole of need! It was the aura of the place – the vibrating ground – and the sensuality of the situation. Her body was going against her mind and her primal instincts were taking over.
Teddy took her silence for assent, because he came closer to her and pressed his fingers onto her pussy. She was so wet that two of his fingers slid in easily.
Kate gasped.
But she still did not protest because the illicit feel of his digits in her swollen pussy was so good. So amazingly, punishingly good.
“Do you like that?” Rust murmured in her ear. His own hands brushed against her buttocks. He groped her, and inserted one finger into her asshole.
Yes! She liked that. No! She didn’t like Teddy. She wanted only Rust. But she was so confused. She wasn’t supposed to like what Teddy was doing to her, but she did!
Her moans betrayed her. Teddy removed his fingers.
“So you like that,” he said, groping her breasts this time. His cock stubbed the leaves of her pussy, and his crown edged towards her sopping hole. “Well, I’m going to fuck you, little girl. Would you like that?”
Behind her, Rust’s cock was at her asshole. They were getting ready to do a double penetration. And her body wanted it. Wanted so badly for both her holes to be expanded and filled with two thick, hot cocks. But her mind and upbringing raged against it. She was not made out to be polyamorous. And that was what Rust wanted her to experience – to be fucked by two men at the same time.
Would she have raged so much against this if it weren’t Teddy? What if it were Carlo?
“No, please,” she whimpered. “I don’t want this.”
“Don’t be a cock tease,” Teddy said. “Of course you do.”
“No.” Her voice came out stronger this time. “I want Rust. Only Rust.”
Yes, she was sure of it. She didn’t want to be fucked by Teddy or Carlo or Thomas or anyone else other than Rust.
Rust breathed behind her. She wasn’t sure if this was some sort of test. She could feel the anger radiating out of Teddy. His nostrils flared, and she knew she had made another enemy. A bad one. With infinite resources.
Teddy started to transform before her. His bones changed shape, and his body sprouted fur. His teeth lengthened and sharpened. Kate watched, terrified that he was going to attack her. But from behind her, Rust was also swiftly changing shape. Their shadows formed elongated shapes on the flickering lights thrown upon the ground.
Teddy was on all fours now – a large red wolf with bristling fur. Saliva dripped from his fangs. Rust had transformed into his tiger self. Everyone around them had stopped whatever they were doing to watch this confrontation.
“Please, no!” Kate whimpered. She struggled against her bonds, helpless. It was not so much herself she was afraid for but Rust.
The werewolf growled menacingly at the tiger, which crept forward to confront him in a combat stance. Both animals squared off. They both moved away from her to allow more space. Their hackles stood on end. Their teeth gleamed. The growling became a rumble, and the two crept closer to each other – ready to spring.
Kate could only dangle helplessly from her tethers.
“Stand down, Teddy,” rang out a stentorian voice.
A naked man with a phoenix mask strode towards them. He carried a cattle prod and what looked suspiciously like a tranquilizer gun.
Teddy swung to regard the newcomer. He recoiled.
The man took off his mask. He was a silver-haired man in his fifties, with a full head of hair and sparkling blue eyes. Kate recognized him from newspaper photographs.