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One day Cinderella was staggering down the aisles of Wal-Mart with her pet Dinosaur at her side, Burt. She was exceptionally tired because she’d just come from the track, where she had been the track star. Cinderella just loved to run, and it was for a good cause also. The Great Northern Iceberg was melting, and she ran for the charity benefit to pay for the dragons that would haul the ice berg farther north. It had started to drift, at the moment no one was certain why. Her good friend, Sharon, was the princess of this ice berg. Though Cinderella couldn’t cure the problem, she wanted to show her friend some support.

So there she was, at Wal-Mart, searching for the perfect gift. Her mood had soured earlier when a crazy pixy flew straight at her car, and broke her windshield. You’d think the fairy’s would patrol the pixy air-streets better, but no. So she was out a windshield. She sighed and continued down the aisles.

The most horrible sound emanated from her right, and Burt started to howl in pain. She swung around looking for the location of the sound, and there it was. There was a moose in the music section, singing along with a CD. Cinderella squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed her temples, moving as quickly as she could from the moose.

She rounded the next aisle and there it was the perfect gift for Shannon, right next to an incredibly ugly inner tube. A computer, with all the latest electronics. It didn’t take a brain scientist to know that Sharon loved anything technological. She lived on an ice berg for crying out loud, she needed the internet to keep up with the times. Cinderella looked over at Burt and grinned. Sharon was going to be ecstatic. She quickly purchased the computer and finally headed home, to wrap the gift and take a long hot bath. It’s time to relax.

My breathing was coming fast, and I feared I would hyperventilate. I’d been taken no more than a few hours ago, though it seemed like days. I’d been on my way home from work, just a few blocks, so I walked. Than a van had come to a screeching halt beside me, I barely had enough time to turn around before a large man had grabbed my ponytail and pulled me, screaming, into the van. Where they promptly pushed my stomach to the ground and blindfolded me. Then the man grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my face down saying, “Scream again and I’ll make you wish you were mute.” So, naturally, I remained as silent as I could. I couldn’t really help the little whimpers my throat seemed to need to make, but the man didn’t seem to mind that. He just sat next to me while the van sped away, grabbing my butt now and then, giving it a little squeeze. When he did that I’d whimper and he’d give my butt a slap and laugh.

When the van finally stopped the man grabbed my neck again, squeezing and pulling me up. He pushed me out of the van, holding me up by my neck and said, “Walk”. So I walked, trying to go slow, but being rushed by the grip on my neck.

I started thinking, “This is it, either I fight now or I’ll be trapped somewhere”. So I took a deep breath and jerked forward, trying to get the man to lose his hold on my neck. It worked, so I ducked down and started to run, reaching up to remove the blindfold. But the man was on me too fast; he tackled me to the ground and pushed his knee into my back. I let out a cry and he punched me in the back of the head. I let out a groan and saw stars though the blindfold.

“Stupid bitch, do want me to have to kill you?” He forced me back up and straightened my blindfold, shoving me forward. I tripped a little but was able to steady myself. He grabbed the back of my neck again and led me forward. “Step” he said, and I cautiously lifted my foot and took the step, and then another, and another, all up. Then he led me inside, saying “I’ve got her, what does he want me to do with her?”

“Take her to the bathroom and have her wash and shave,” an unfamiliar male voice answered him. The man led me farther into the building and through another door. We stopped there.

“You’re to wash and shave, bitch, give me any trouble and I will enjoy beating you.” Then I heard him turn on a shower, and I turned toward it.

“Can I take the blindfold off?” I asked in a small voice. I was shaking, and developing a headache from the punch he’d given me.

“Once I leave you can take it off, I’ll be back in 20 minutes. Be cleaned, shaved and have the blindfold on or… well you know by now.” I heard some rattling and then the sound of the door closing. As soon as it did I let out a sigh and tore the blindfold off, looking around. It was in a regular looking bath room; sink, toilet, and bath/shower. There was a towel, wash cloth, disposable razor, and small travel sized shampoo/conditioner/shower gel bottles sitting on the counter along with a bottle of shaving cream. Along with a new tooth brush still in its package and a travel sized container of tooth paste.

I stood there for a minute, thinking about the situation I was in, what did they want with me? Then there was a knock on the door and the man said, “Tick-tock, get moving bitch”. That prompted me to start undressing and to check the room for video cameras. Who knew what kind of sick stuff they’d do? No cameras, I sighed in relief and shredded the rest of my clothes. I was still wearing my work clothes, a button down black shirt and tan khakis. I grabbed the soaps, wash cloth and razor and stepped into the shower. Wincing at the hot temperature, I grabbed the handle and adjusted it, sighing in some relief. I quickly washed and shaved, trying not to think about my situation. Just as I was about to step out, there was another knock on the door and the man said, “Put the robe on.” I peeked out of the curtain and saw a white robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Was that there before? I didn’t think it was, but wouldn’t I have heard the door open? I shook my head and stepped out, grabbing the towel and drying off. Then, I put the robe on, it was thick and soft, a little big for me, but comfortable. He knocked again saying, “I’m coming in now, have the blindfold on.”

I hurriedly grabbed it and tugged it on; trying to leave a little opening at the bottom so I could at least watch my feet. The door opened and I could see black boots coming toward me. They stopped directly in front of me, and then he grabbed the blindfold and adjusted it so I couldn’t see. Then he stepped behind me and gave me a little shove, “Start walking” he murmured, grabbing my shoulder and leading me forward. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and I fidgeted in agitation. He led me to a new room and had me sit in a chair. He stepped away and then came back, putting something to my lips. “Drink,” he ordered. I moved away and started to protest but he grabbed the back of my neck again and held me still. “Drink now,” he ordered, squeezing my neck in warning. I let a little whimper out and opened my mouth, drinking. It tasted like wine. “All of it,” he added, tipping the cup up and forcing me to swallow the rest of it.

“There,” He set the glass down and sat down in the chair next to me. We sat there in silence for a few minutes.

“Why am….” Before I could finish my question he slapped me, hard against one cheek. I let out a yelp. He grabbed my hair and pulled me toward him.

“You only talk when answering a question, so shut it.” He let my hair go and shoved me back. I sat there for a few minutes, breathing hard, trying not to cry. I’d never been hit before today, it was so surprising, I didn’t know how to react.

After awhile the man got up and walked over to my chair, standing in front of me. He just stood there for a minute. I was praying that I could see him, was he going to hit me again? Just standing there waiting for me to relax? But then I started to feel weird, all hot and out of breath. I stopped concentrating on him and started thinking about my breathing, and how tight the robe was. It hurt my skin; I started to feel itchy and couldn’t stop moving in my seat. Was that my robe I felt beneath me? Or was it the fabric of the chair? It felt so good, just rubbing myself against it.

“There now,” The man murmured, moving closer to me. “You’re starting to feel more cooperative now, aren’t you?” He placed his hand on my breast and I nearly screamed in pleasure. He let out a little chuckle and grabbed my breast hard. That’s when I did scream. Followed by a slap so hard, I found myself on the ground, shaking and moaning.

Then the door opened and I heard footsteps approach me.

“Is she ready?” A man asked.

“Oh, she’s ready.” He chuckled, grabbing me and pulling me up. I couldn’t think straight. All I could focus on was the man’s hand on me. It felt so good. I wanted to rube myself against him like a cat, I should be scared but I wasn’t. I just wanted to be touched, everywhere.

He led me out of that room and down the hall, and down some stairs. When we reached the next room he pushed me forward into it. I lost my balance and fell to the floor, letting out a little yelp. Then someone laughed, a man.

“Take her blindfold off and get her ready.” The new man ordered. Someone took the blindfold off and I looked around, blinking. The room was bare, just concrete flood, with a few rugs tossed around. The man that had laughed sat in the only chain in the room. He was tall with short black hair and an evil glint in his eye. Another man grabbed my arm and pulled me up, yanking the robe off me. My breathing quickened and my nipples perked out. I started to lift a hand to play with them, but the man grabbed me and started to rub warm oil on me. I let out a cry and pushed myself into his hands; it was so warm it felt wonderful. The man laughed again, while the one rubbing me grabbed something gold and chained it around my neck.

“You’re my slave now,” The man in the chair said, “You will call me Master. Now, I want you suck Robert.” He nodded toward the man that had put oil on me; he now held a long gold chain that led to my neck. I blinked and then looked down. Robert was naked. I started to drool at his huge cock. My pussy twitched and all of a sudden I was on the floor in front of him. Grabbing onto him, and sucking on his head. He let out a yell and bucked. I ignored him and sucked him in deeper.

I looked over and saw him watching with a smile. I sucked up and down Roberts cock, moving slow, while watching Master, My Master. I wanted him in me. I think he could tell, he let out a chuckle and started to play with himself. “Suck him harder slave.”

I did, and Robert ground grabbing onto my hair and pushing me closer. He was so hot, and wet, I let out a moan.

“Fuck her, Robert. Make sure she knows who’s in charge.” Suddenly Robert wasn’t in my mouth anymore; he grabbed my head and pushed down, then went behind me. I let out a moan and stuck my butt into the air, begging for release. He grabbed my hips and surged into me in one fast stroke. I screamed and clawed at the rug beneath me, rubbing my breasts against it. He stopped when he was as deep as he could go and smacked my ass hard.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, rubbing my ass and smacking it again.

“Yes!” I screamed out, wiggling but butt and gasping in breaths.

“Then you’ll like this.” He said and began surging in and out of me as quickly as he could. I screamed again and came, watching Master as my orgasm shook me. I started to moan, my vagina constricting around him. Master watched while he furiously beat off, staring at me. I let out another moan and started to come again. Robert continued to fuck me, hard, deep, and fast. It just went on and on.

“Alright” Master gasped, coming himself, shaking and sweating. Robert immediately changed his position inside me and started to groan, coming inside me. I moaned again and twitching started to orgasm again, digging my hands into the rug. When Robert was done he fell on top of me, breathing heavily. I shook, covered in sweat, and looked at master.

“Very good slave, you have pleased me… next time Robert and Trevor will fuck you.” He nodded past me and I looked around. The other man who kept hitting me stood next to the door, breath heaving and hand on his spent cock. “You will enjoy his tactics.” Trevor grinned at me evilly and rubbed his cock, flexing his other hand into a tight fist.

The forest was warm tonight, filled with musky scents. The mold and tree bark, decaying foliage, and animals, always the animals. Their urine and feces were small scents compared to the smell of their musk. The musk of their hair and blood, and the scent of their fear were intoxicating. They feared me, as I slinked through the bushes and trees, my long tail swishing, and my large paws making no noise. I’d pass the small ones that were panting in fright and frozen in place. Passing them and looking for larger game, perhaps a deer would wander in my path. My feline body wasn’t really hungry, just aching; aching for the hunt, the chase. It was so different from my human body, all golden fur and muscle, I glorified in the power of this body.

Suddenly I hear something crashing through the forest, downwind from me, and jump into a nearby tree to watch the animal’s progress. Making so much noise, I think, surly they have scented me. It must not be prey, if it doesn’t fear me. My heart beat slows and I cautiously watch from the high tree branch. Suddenly the noise stops, so close to where I perch. I listen intently and can hear heavy panting, like the strange animal has run miles this night.

My tail swishes in agitation, I am not used to be frightened into a tree. I chase the pray, I do not hide from it. I am the largest predator in this forest. If only the animal would move on, I could catch its scent and identify it. But the wind is going in the wrong direction and I don’t know what the animal is.

I hear the animal moving on, going away from me at a slow pace, still downwind from me. I sit in the tree for a few more minutes, listening and testing the wind. No predators can be scented on the wind, but I do smell a deer. It’s not far from me, smelling fresh and full of life.

Cautiously, I jump down, circling the tree while I test the wind again. There’s still no scent except for the deer and other small unimportant prey. As I’m about to crawl through the shrubs toward my pray, he comes crashing out of the bushes. It’s a large werewolf, black with silver highlights and dark amber eyes that glow in the moonlight. He jumps onto my back, teeth digging into my shoulder and neck, before I can defend myself. I let out a yowl as he wrestles me down, mounting me and positioning himself at my hot entrance. He tries to slam into me, but I’m too tight. So he slowly pushes himself into me, letting out growls and grunts.

As he fills me I let out a heavy breath and relax beneath him, going submissive. He lets a growl of encouragement out as he works himself back out, sliding threw me. I raise my butt farther into the air, and he moves his claws to my hips, holding me still. Then he slides into me harder and faster as I become more aroused and wet. My claws dig into the ground, tearing at the dirt as he slams into me harder and faster, my juices easing the way now. I let out a yowl as his huge balls hit my clit with each thrust. I can feel the orgasm coming, making my legs go weak and panting hard. He changes his rhythm, changing the angle, hitting me deep and hard.

I let out a scream as my orgasm hits, making me seizure and forcing my body to change back into human form. I shiver as I collapse beneath him, still held up at the hips, still coming and still being pounded into. I moan and claw at the ground, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. He loosens his bite on my neck, letting go and licking the wound. He slows his thrusts, pumping at a slow steady rhythm, causing me to groan and cry out. But that doesn’t last long, soon he’s picking up the pace again. He pumps quickly in and out of me, my juices making sucking noises. I yell out and come again as he lets out a howl, jerks inside of me and starts to pump his seed into me. He trembles and growls as he orgasms inside of me. He falls on top of me, pushing me into the ground as his hips flex back and forth, lengthening his orgasm and mine. All I can do is lie beneath him and spasm, moaning and letting out little yelps. Finally he goes limp on me, sedate and tired. We both fall asleep still merged together.

You’re walking home, and its dark out. There’s a chill to the air and you shiver, quickening your step. You don’t hear me coming up behind you, suddenly there’s a cloth in front of your mouth and you smell what you think might be chloroform, then everything goes dark.

You wake up with a dry mouth and a slight headache. You’re lying on your back on what feels like a table. You look around and see nothing but a dark room. That’s when you realize you can’t move your arms or legs. You look up and see that your arms are shackled down, along with your ankles. You’ve been striped and are now naked. Your breathing picks up along with your pulse and you struggle, trying to free yourself. But your bonds are secure and you can’t move.

I walk through the door and you look over, recognizing me.

“Slave what is going on?” you ask. I smile and slink over to the table.

“I am not your slave, I am your master, and you will address me as such.” I step past you, and you hear tinkling from above your head.

“You’re my whore, release me now!” You growl. I laugh and step back into your line of view. I’m holding a riding crop and you eye it warily.

“I am not your whore, your slave, or your slut…if you don’t start behaving I’ll have to punish you”, I give your stomach a light whip, and it stings slightly. You flinch and struggle again, but the chains only bite into your wrists and ankles.

“But you told me yourself, you’re a submissive.” You pant out.

“Just because I’m submissive doesn’t mean I don’t like being dominant also” You study me and notice that I’m wearing a black leather tank top and pants. My hair is up in a tight bun. You can see my breast squeezing out of the top of the tank and you yearn to touch them.

I notice you eyeing my breasts and lean down so they’re inches from your face.

“You like my breasts?” I shake them a little and you watch them jiggle. “If you’re a good slave I may let you touch them”, I back off just as you’re about to try and bite them, “Ah...ah...ah…naughty slave boy” I bring the riding crop up and hit your chest again, only harder. You let out a yelp and feel the sting lingering. I lean down and lick the red line across your chest. You look down and watch my pink tongue tracing the welt that’s starting to rise. I glance down at your rising penis and smile up at you. “I think you may like this slave boy. Would you like more?”