Latest fiction & first time story: Master! Master!

Latest fiction & first time story: Master! Master! – Chapter 15.3

by Sage_of_the_Forlorn_Path

We continued to chat, talking about our plans for the future, our worries, and funny stories. The restaurant slowly filled, with new customers unable to peel their gazes off of us. Betty and I didn’t mind the stares, I didn’t even mind when I saw people taking pictures with their phones. Those pictures would end up online, showing a human and a hybrid enjoying dinner together. Every pixel would be a tiny step towards normalizing the hybrids’ existence.

“By the way, I’m looking forward to this sleepover you’re planning,” Betty said after our food was delivered. “It sounds like a lot of fun, having all of us in your room for a crazy night. Are you sure you’re up to it?”

“I think I might be able to, just maybe. Four hours is the maximum amount of time a man can sustain an erection before suffering physical damage, and that’s not counting the stress of sex. Even if the spirit is willing, the flesh can be spongey and bruised. However, I’ve learned that Leah’s saliva can help dull pain and heal light injuries. I’m thinking that if I have her blow me after every girl, she can remove all the soreness from friction and maintaining the needed rigidity. That way, my erection is always fresh, even for a full night.”

“Will that be enough?”

“I was also thinking you could help me out. Your milk is great at restoring my stamina. If I add some energy drinks and protein bars, I might be able to satisfy everyone.”

Betty gained a coy smile. “My tits belong to you, Master,” she purred.

Dinner was delicious, and by the time we were done, the summer sun had set. I paid for dinner and we walked out with a very affectionate Betty clinging to my arm.

“So, shall we go back to the mansion and head right up to the bedroom?” she asked as we reached my car.

“I had something a little naughtier in mind.”

Sitting on the hood of my car, Betty wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer as we sampled the leftover taste of dinner from each other’s mouths. We were at the park near the mansion and it was late and dark enough that no one would interrupt us. As we kissed, I fondled her breasts, drawn to them like an addict. At first I tried to undo the buttons of her blouse one at a time, but impatience cost be my dexterity and I gave up, instead ripping it open and exposing her sinful tits to the night air.

“Oh!” she gasped in surprise as the buttons went flying.

I then pulled off her pants and underwear, much to her enjoyment. Mature, intelligent, and strong, Betty was a natural dominatrix, but that wasn’t to say she didn’t love playing the role of the masochist as well. To go down on her or to simply force myself inside her, she was expecting one or the other, but a shiver of lust ran up her back when told her to turn around and lie on her back. She obeyed, assuming the position with her head hanging down in front of me and her legs spread towards the windshield.

I whipped my cock out and she opened her mouth, eager to receive it. “You really are a slutty cow milf,” I said with a laugh, “and I just love you so damn much.”

I forced my cock in her mouth and down her throat, gagging her with it. I skull-fucked her without mercy, slapping my balls against her face as she choked on my member. For those saying this is cruel or degrading, if I were to go easy on her, she would just get pissed off. The only time she wants vanilla is when we’ve just finished going all out and she’s too tired for anything more. The last time I tried to go slow and gentle when she was all revved up like this, she slapped me and called me a bitch boy.

As she basted my cock with her mouth, I jammed my fingers in her pussy and violently shook them, making her moan in bliss to the sound of macaroni and cheese being stirred. Anticipation had done a lot of the work for me, she was already soaking wet. Some rough boob groping pushed her over the edge and she squirted all over my windshield. I didn’t let up, continuing to finger her to see how much I could make her spray. At the same time, milk was shooting from her breasts like the fountains in front of the Bellagio. She came again and again, but I didn’t stop until I had an orgasm of my own. To anyone listening, it would sound like a cow getting mauled. I didn’t give her any warning, I buried my cock in her throat and emptied my load. She began to cough and I pulled back, letting my semen pour out of her throat and cover her face.

“Goddamn, I never met a bull who could do that,” she said with a grin.

“Are you ok?”

“Of course I am, what do you take me for?” She then sat up and turned back around, spreading her legs for me. “Now show me what you got.”

“Hold on, let me clean you off.” I pulled a tissue out my pocket and wiped away the semen covering her face.

“You’re just buying time so you can get hard again,” she said with a laugh.

“You don’t want me pushing rope, do you?”

“Well, everyone else ate beef tonight, it wouldn’t be fair if you didn’t get to.”

Taking the hint, I crouched down and started licking her pussy, savoring the taste of her delicious arousal. Such gentle flicks of my tongue, yet they left her trembling, her voice now like the chirping of a bird. She put her hand on the back of my head and tried to push me deeper into her clam so that I may feast upon her with all the ferocity she and I desired. I penetrated her with my tongue as deep as I could, with her labia against my cheeks and her titanic brown thighs pressing on my ears.

“Master! Master!” she exclaimed, now running her fingers through my hair as her body once again submitted itself to me.

I had regained my original rigidity, so while she tried to recover from her climax, I pushed her onto her back, readied myself, and barreled into her. She moaned from the sensation of being pierced, her calls repeating as I started slamming into her. She laid back, her breasts jiggling and rolling with each impact against her cervix. She was sucking me in, massaging my dick with her interior like she was trying to shape modeling clay. I grabbed her hips and pulled her farther down the hood of the car so her rear was hanging off the edge. Much to her enjoyment, I started reaching down and slapping her fat ass, punishing her for being so sexy. I spanked her again and again, able to feel the vibrations moving through her with my cock. I grabbed her ass and squeezed her cheeks, using them like handles as I fucked her.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum!” she moaned.

I increased the strength of my thrusts, hammering her again and again until she released a deep moo that echoed through the night. I didn’t give her any rest, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and buried it deep in her anus. She moaned from the new feeling, her asshole once again being trained for my personal use.

She sat up, flushed, her eyes swimming. “Master, please, my breasts are so full.”

I leaned down and my lips met one of her nipples. I drank greedily, drawing forth more moans. I switched between her breasts, sucking her dry as I sodomized her. Betty’s milk gave me all the strength I needed to continue going while her own strength waned. She laid back, unable to remain upright as I brutalized her. I grabbed her breasts, massaging them and coaxing more milk to squirt free.

“I’m going to blow,” I said.

“Pour it deep inside me, Master,” she begged.

I erupted, pouring everything I had deep into her anal cavity. I finally came to a stop, my body still charged with energy but my penis waving a white flag. If I had Leah here for support, I probably could have kept up this pace all night. Betty was near comatose, but a gentle kiss on the lips revived her.

“That was a wonderful date,” she said.

The day of the sleepover had arrived, though technically, there would be two sleepovers happening. Both groups of hybrids were excited, eager to finally understand what playing meant. Both Lorraine and I were prepping ourselves so that we could properly entertain all of our guests for the evening. We both slept in to get all the rest we could, so having missed breakfast, we decided to just make our own.

We were sitting on opposite sides of the dinner table, scarfing down lots of meat, bread, and vegetables. We needed all the complex carbohydrates, fiber, and protein we could get. This would be the only kind of food we’d eat for the rest of the day. In between mouthfuls, we’d try to psyche each other up, even though the main event wouldn’t happen until after dinner.

“Are you ready for this?” I asked.

“I’m ready for this. Are you ready for this?”

“I think I’m ready for this.”

She reached across the table and slapped me. “Don’t think you’re ready, know you’re ready! You’re the Master of all of those girls and you’re the only one capable of satisfying all of them!”

“You’re right, I can do this!”

“Good, now slap me too!” I leaned over and smacked her the same way she had smacked me. “Now spit in my mouth!”

“What?”

“Forget about it, just focus your mission!”

It would be another eight hours until I and all the girls retired to my bedroom, but the anxiety and anticipation were driving me insane. I’d probably need to see Dr. Lawrence before I ended up having a heart attack.

It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky, perfect for lying in the sun. The huge mansion patio would often get taken over in the afternoon, many of the more lethargic hybrids coming out to get a nap and charge their batteries. Elise, whose tail was like a giant solar panel, was one of them. She hated herself for it, hated how lazy she had become. Before coming to the mansion, she had done her best to keep herself busy, taking care of the farm from inside her house. However, days and weeks of this new lush lifestyle were feeding certain reptilian instincts. Now, all she wanted to do was soak up the warmth and conserve energy. But after a lifetime of hard work, some stagnation was just what she needed. A silver lining of her snake tail, it forced her to learn the joys of laziness.

Elise was lying out on a lawn chair, wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses. Since that badminton day, everyone in the mansion had seen her nude, both the doctors and the hybrids, so she no longer cared about wearing clothes. Maybe that was a side effect of becoming a hybrid, having an animal’s lack of shame.

The patio doors opened and out stepped Neija, eyes scanning for a good spot. Many of the lawn chairs were taken, several hybrids simply lying on the grass, but she spotted an empty seat next to Elise. She strode over and stripped down, remaining the queen of not giving a fuck. She didn’t say a word to Elise, just took her place in the adjacent seat. A low purr began to sound in her throat, joy from the warmth of her bronze body being washed in sunlight.

“I was the reason,” Elise said after a few minutes of silence.

“Hmm?” Neija mumbled, not sure if Elise was talking to her.

“I was the reason he turned you.”

Neija growled in frustration. “I already know he did it to protect his pets. That doesn’t make it right. I’m not some tool for him to use.”

“And I’m not a pet.”

“Get over yourself, we’re still just animals to them. That’s all we’ll ever be.”

“No, because I was never an animal. I was originally a human.”

Neija stared at her in shock. “How is that possible?”

Around the patio, several hybrids raised their heads, equally shocked. Until now, they had just assumed that Elise was a serpent that had transformed, just like Levi. They had no idea it was possible for humans to undergo the change.

“No one has told you that I’m Lorraine’s older sister. Maybe this transformation was due to my own ability, but I think the two of them caused it. I used to be a farmer, I raised cows. I lost so much when I gained this tail; my freedom, my future, my independence, and my livelihood.”

“So you should hate him even more than I do. He ruined your life.”

“It was an accident. He didn’t mean to turn me into this, neither of them did. I guess you also don’t know that Momo, Sonja, and Chloe happened the same way, even Betty. He probably told you he went to that zoo to help keep them safe, but you just assumed that he created them by choice. It wasn’t until Leah that he could actually do it on command, and even then, we don’t know whether or not it will continue to happen on its own.

If you’re going to be mad at someone, be mad at me. He did all this to try and give me my life back.”

“I don’t have to listen to this,” Neija said as she got up to leave.

“Yes, you do.”

Fast as lightning, Elise’s tail wrapped around Neija, pulling her back. Neija snarled and hissed, trying to pull herself free. “Let me go!” she shrieked. She no longer had her lioness claws, so she tried biting into Elise’s tail instead, but the thick black scales withstood her teeth.

“You should also know that he wasn’t the one to come up with the idea of making all of you. Tobi, Lorraine’s fox, came up with the idea. He suggested that the two of them create countless hybrids in a public place so that the world would finally know what was happening and they could get help. Tobi, a hybrid, just like you, was the one to decide you should be created.”

CRASH! “Let go of my sister!”

One of the glass patio doors shattered as Fred burst outside. He grabbed the end of Elise’s tail and unwound it from around Neija. He then pulled her back out of Elise’s reach, but she pushed him away and turned to Elise with angry tears in her eyes.

“You really think this will make me forgive him? You think that this makes up for what he did to me? I don’t know what I am! You all keep saying that he loves me, like I should count myself lucky! I don’t owe him anything! I don’t need him! He used me! Why should I believe anything he says when he made me and left me behind?”

Elise’s expression was like stone. “Because he loved Penelope.” Neija looked at her in confusion, wondering if she was supposed to know that name. “That was the name of the first hybrid to die. She was a deer who transformed in the wild, miles from his home. She froze to death before the two of them could even meet. Momo, Sonja, and Chloe found her in the snow and he gave her a proper burial. He told me how much it hurt to realize he had caused her death, how he loved her even though she died before he knew of her. The grief nearly killed him.

He created you to take responsibility for what he did to me, now let him take responsibility for you. If you still want to hold your grudge, fine, you’re under no obligation to love him, but he does love you, and no amount of arguing will change that.”

“No!” Neija screamed.

Her face wet with bitter tears, she turned and ran away, off towards the woods behind the yard. Fred was going to go after her, but Elise stopped him. No one saw her for the rest of the afternoon.

Dinner was full of excitement, with everyone chatting about the imminent sleepover. As soon as we were done eating, all the girls would grab their mattresses and bring them to my room, and all the guys would bring their mattresses to Lorraine’s. We had stocked our room with games and other various means of entertainment to keep the hybrids from getting bored. I had all night to pleasure over fifty girls, so each one would have to do a lot of waiting. They might as well play Wii Sports until their turn to get boinked. We also had plenty of food so that no one got hungry and soda and energy drinks so that everyone stayed awake.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join in?” I asked Elise, who was sitting next to me.

“I’m not part of your mega harem, I want nothing to do with it. You have fun, I’m going to enjoy having the rest of the house to myself.”

“Come on, you got to admit you’re curious.”

“Look, I’ll check in before I go to bed to make sure you’re still alive, but I don’t want to get roped into this.”

“Can I see you two for a minute?”

I turned around, finding Dr. Lawrence. With how loud it was in here, he could have worn tap-dancing shoes and still snuck up on us.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“I need to talk to the both of you.” He was looking at me and Elise, not glancing at Lorraine even once.

“Sure,” said Elise.

We got up and followed him through the mansion, heading towards the dormitories of the doctors surveilling us. Only when we were far from the dining room did he start talking.

“Neija is missing.”

“Wait, WHAT?” I asked.

“Well, not technically missing. She’s absent but we know where she is. She probably doesn’t know that.”

“She and I got into an argument about you and she ran off into the woods. I didn’t think she’d still be out there,” said Elise.

“Yes, I heard about that. Anyway, we have the woods filled with cameras so that we can track everyone’s movements. The two of you should probably get Fred and pick her up.”

“No, I’ll get her myself. I’ve done this before.”

Dr. Lawrence led us into a room behind the mansion’s clinic, with the walls lined with computer monitors. Every room of the house was put up on these screens, as well as several camera shots from outside the mansion.

“Ugh, it stinks in here,” Elise said.

“That’s the smell of dedication.”

“It’s the smell of people not bathing enough.”

Dr. Lawrence sat in a chair before the largest monitor and brought up an outdoor view. It was from a camera deep in the woods, showing a large boulder with Neija sitting on top of it, her knees hugged to her chest.

“I know that spot, I’ll go find her.”

The sun had yet to fully set, but the light would surely abandon me by the time I reached her, so I brought a flashlight along. I marched across the open pastures surrounding the mansion and entered the forest, grimacing from the ravenous mosquitoes. I had spent more than a month living in the mansion and had memorized the forest after plenty of walks with the girls. I knew exactly where I needed to go. My guess had been right, as the moment I reached the boulder, the sun fully sank below the horizon, leaving only the faint light of dusk.

Neija heard me coming, she had to, but she didn’t react to me climbing up and sitting down behind her, back to back.

“You cats are all exactly the same. Momo did the same thing a while ago, running away when she saw me and Sonja playing together. She did it because she thought Sonja had replaced her, that I loved Sonja more than her. I’m guessing it’s something similar with you.” Neija didn’t respond. “If I told you I loved you, would you believe me?”

“Would it matter?”

“Of course.”

“But it wouldn’t matter to me. I’m just one of an army you created. I do believe you love me, but don’t lie to me and say you love us all equally. Could you ever feel the same way about me that you do about Momo? All of us from the zoo, we’re expendable, you can just make more whenever you want. What are we to you? Tools to protect the ones you really care about? Slaves to obey your every will? Objects to use for pleasure?”

“None of them. You are all whatever you choose to be. If any of you girls from the zoo want to stay with me forever, then I’ll do whatever I can to make it happen, but if you have other dreams or ambitions, then I’ll help you every step of the way. Momo, Sonja, Chloe, I took care of them because they were my responsibility, same for Betty, Leah, Jenny, and all of you. I kept them hidden so that they would stay safe in a world that wouldn’t understand them.

But the world is changing. Neija, the world knows about you, knows about your kind. Go out and explore it if you want to. You’ve spent your life in a pen at the zoo, well now you can do whatever you want. You can now walk farther on two feet than you ever could on four. I got you mixed up in my mess, and I’m sorry, I’m sorry from the bottom of my heart, but you no longer have to spend your life in a cage.

If you want to, you don’t even have to come back to the mansion. Just walk away, disappear into those woods, I won’t try and stop you. Go forge your own path. Or you can come back to the mansion, maybe join all of us in my room to have some fun, and then tomorrow, I’ll help you figure out how you want to spend the rest of your life, whether it’s with me or without me. I’ll help you find a home, even if it’s on the other side of the world. I loved you, Neija, from the moment I saw you, from the moment I made you, and I’ll love you no matter what you do.”

We would silent for several moments, watching the light vanish from the woods.

“You should know, I’ve mated before, back at the zoo. If you really do want to mate with me, know what it won’t be my first time.”

I finally pulled away from her. She tensed up, waiting to hear me walk away, but instead, she shivered when I rested my hand on the top of her head, and even began to purr as I rubbed her ears. “But it will be your first time with me. Besides, we’re just playing, all that matters is having fun and enjoying ourselves.” I stood up and held my hand out to her. “Come on, let’s go home. Everyone is waiting for us.”

With tears a joy streaming down her cheeks and a beautiful smile on her face, Neija sprung up and embraced me, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck and her lips pressed to mine.

“Yes, Master!”

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Master! Master! – Chapter 15.3

Latest fiction & first time story: Master! Master! – Chapter 15.3

by Sage_of_the_Forlorn_Path

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