Little Red

Chapter 3

He had a gold-and-diamond chandelier in his bedroom.
How do I get into these situations? What deity did I piss off?
The shackles clamped onto her wrists and ankles would have been beautiful jewelry, filigreed and inlaid with precious stones, if they weren’t attached to chains welded to the bedposts, and if they weren’t the only things she wore. He’d stripped her, having a servbot hold her while he removed her clothing, piece by piece, with obvious satisfaction burning in his roving gaze.
“You have a penchant for getting into rough spots, my dear. And remind me to thank whichever deity gifted with a prize as sweet as you.” the wolf-man said, seated on the edge of the bed. The dark rose silk of the bedsheets contrasted strikingly with his dark fur.
His rough finger caressed the tight line of her lips. Before she realized what she was doing, she bit down on his finger.
Her reaction came more from the mental turmoil caused by the feel of his rough fingertip on the sensitive tissues than any real rage, but she wouldn’t be sharing that reasoning with her captor. He drew the finger back with a grunt of surprise, and she grinned a feral grin up at him, gritting her teeth tightly together.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Red.” His voice was even and his tone reasonable. It worried her.
“Fuck you.” She spat, fighting back the impulse to apologize and shrink back from him. I just bit the Shieldleader.
Fuck.
“Soon. But first you have to lick it,” he grabbed the hair at the back of her head in a firm grip, “and make it better.” He held the bitten finger up to her tightly closed lips, an arrogant smirk on his lips. She lunged, her teeth snapping shut on empty air as he held tight to her hair.
“Grrr!”
“That wasn’t nice. Now lick it, or you’ll find yourself over my knee. Hell,” his voice dropped to a growl, “I think I’ll spank you anyway. The thought of your beautiful ass all swollen and red…”
She ignored him, resolutely focusing on the chandelier to avoid thinking about how hot his threats made her feel. Her world suddenly tilted, and she found herself faced down on the silk sheets, her arms and legs crossed by the hold of the chains. A shout, more of surprise than pain, escaped her lips when she heard a loud slap, followed sharply by the feeling of her left buttock burning. Another slap, this time to her right buttock, took her by surprise, and she shouted again. She pulled strongly on the chains, knowing that they would not break but unable to do nothing as he ass was spanked.
“I can keep this up for hours, Red.” His breath puffed into her ear, and she whipped her head back, hoping to hit him. He pulled back too fast, chuckling as he returned to his task, smacking the left cheek, right, and left again. She gritted her teeth, refusing to let him know he was winning. The punishment dragged on until her ass felt swollen and hypersensitive.
His touch lightened, and blows became caresses as he stroked the sensitive flesh, tracing spirals and flourishes over her skin. Caught up in the confusion of sensation, it took her a moment to realize that her hips were rocking against the bedsheets in response to his touch. The sensation kept her from doing what her bruised pride wanted – telling him to get his hands off of her. Instead, her body reacted to the punishment and pleasure as though it were the most potent of aphrodisiacs. One of his large fingers slipped down the seam of her buttocks, skimming into the delta of her thighs to tease her most sensitive lips. He strummed the flesh lightly, using the blunt tip of a talon to lightly rake the throbbing flesh between her legs. A whimper broke past her lips, and suddenly the finger entered her, gliding in on the humiliating swell of her juices. Her body arched against the bed, her head rearing back as that thick finger slid deeper, the texture of the fur more erotic than it had any right to be against the receptive flesh of her cunt. With her legs crossed he couldn’t push much more than that finger in, but he used the little leverage he had in a devious manner, rocking his finger back and forth in her tight channel before pulling his hand away from her. He flipped her back to her back, obviously savoring the sight of her panting and flushed, and pressed the finger he had been using to pleasure her, the finger she had bitten, to her lips.
Wish a defeated whimper she hesitantly she pursed her lips into a tiny O and kissed the finger he held to her lips. Triumph flared in his eyes, and he eased his finger through the opening and into her mouth. With no other choice, she explored the strange anatomy of the digit with her tongue, and oddly enjoyed the slightly salty taste of his flesh and tang of her juices. She could feel the slightly blunt tip of his talon with the tip of her tongue, and the fact that he wasn’t truly human slammed home again. She should have been disgusted, but instead she felt her pussy growing wet and flushed.
Aelle showed her his fangs in a white grin that made her think of a demon, inhaling the scent of her arousal with evident pleasure. His finger slid deeper into the soft wetness of her mouth, then pulled out again. He repeated the motion, his eyes growing hotter, searing her skin with the heat they generated. The thought crossed her mind through a haze of arousal that she should probably be fighting him, but it was swiftly lost as her body finally recognized its ruler. Her muscles released their tension and she sank to the bed, soft and malleable as warm wax. Her tongue curled into a soft trough for his finger, and he added another, used them to demonstrate what he intended to do to her now hot and willing body. Red released a soft whimper as she gave in to her body’s needs, suckling his fingers as they fucked her mouth.
I’m a bad girl. I need this. God, I’ve been watching too many Sims.

Aelle growled with blinding triumph as he heard the thought and felt her body give in to him, enjoying the soft suction of her lips around his finger. It had only been a matter of time before she gave in, and he was disinclined to wait much longer to explore that delightfully tight, hot little pussy. Being able to read minds often came in handy, and in this case it proved invaluable, allowing him to see how very much Red yearned to be dominated, fucked and punished. She was proving to be his perfect woman—hot and easily aroused, mentally prepared to submit to nearly anything, whether she knew it consciously or not.
She looked like a feast, the tips of her soft white breasts all hard and pink, puckered up with her arousal. He could smell her wetness, could almost taste her sweet juices. Her pussy was swollen, the lips spread slightly to reveal the tip of her pretty little clit and the tight wet hole beneath. He would master her; fill that little hole with his cock. Enslave her little clit with his tongue. Then he would get to her ass. That was the final mark of control, and she needed to feel it to truly know who owned her. His cock jumped at the thought, and he couldn’t hold back his growl of anticipation. He reluctantly withdrew his fingers from her mouth, promising himself that he would see those delectable lips stretched on his thick cock before the night was through.
He whistled to a servbot that quietly hovered over to him, holding a trey with a vibrator on it. He held Red’s jaw so she was unable to get a look at what he held in his hand, knowing that it would drive her crazy. At his dismissive gesture the servbot disappeared into a wall panel.
“What is that?” his little slave said, straining to see what he had with nervous eyes. He just smiled at her, deciding that he should eat her pussy first. The vibrator was very large, and he needed it to stretch her tight passages for him. His cock tended to scare his lovers at first sight—but it only took one good, hard fucking to make them beg for it, beg him to fuck them over and over. He intended to use it mercilessly on his captive, to force even the glimmer of a thought of escape right out of her head. He licked his lips in anticipation.

His silence unnerved her. When she met his gaze he grinned, showing her those dangerous canines and kicking up her excitement level. He licked at one hard nipple, making a satisfied noise low in his throat. His tongue was rough.
I must be sick, to be turned on.
I take offence to that.
Hah! I’m being turned on by a fucking wolf. That makes me pretty damn sick.
His eyes blazed up at her, and she decided not to ever call him anything but his name. Ever. Red McCallen was stubborn—not stupid.
Well, this monster knows what your hot little pussy needs. So lay back and relax. You’ll need your strength, little slave.
With that he leaned down to kneel between her legs, bracing her thighs wide with his strong arms.
You smell delicious. Creamy. His eyes flashed up to hers, that unnerving hunger still burning in his gaze.
Should I be worried? She was only half joking.
Yes. And he licked her. His broad tongue swept between her pussylips, dragging the juices from her leaking vagina to coat the tender folds of her cunt. The rough edges on his tongue snagged on her clit, and she yelped.
Like that? Does your pretty little pussy like my rough tongue? His tongue swept out for another lick, lingering at her clit before prodding her cunthole. Does this hole like to be tongue-fucked?
“AH!”
His tongue, much longer than she had realized, than was normal, slid into her in one hot glide, curling to penetrate deeper, thrust with more power. She’d never felt anything like it, and her body arched off the sheets in shock.
Mmmm… just what the wolf ordered. Such a sweet, tight pussy, and it’s mine to eat. His tongue slid in further, investigating the depths of her. One of the edges twisted up to the top of her tunnel, rubbing at a patch of nerves she’d never known she had. One moment she was moaning and twitching, and the next her body arched into orgasm. His voice came to her distantly through her pleasure.
G-spot. I’ll remember where that is.
And he continued to fuck his long tongue into her cunt, tormenting her g-spot into another and another orgasm. Tension held her body in a tight arch, her back bowed into a twitching bridge of tight muscle. Her orgasms radiated out from her pussy, rippling up through the arc of her body and out through her arms and legs to curl her fingers and toes. Her huffing pants and groans of torture burst through her moist pink lips, echoing off of the far walls of the chamber in an erotic echo.
Just as her strength neared depletion he let her rest, and she sank slowly out of her taught arch like a statue melting into lava. Her heaving body came to rest on the bed, panting and twitching with aftershocks. She slit her eyes open, barely registering the glittering blur of the chandelier so far above her head. Through her tears of exertion it flamed like a floating bonfire.
“That was… something else—AH!”
A huge, buzzing presence forced its way into her pussy, catching one of her aftershocks and sending her straight back into ecstasy.
“Noooooo.” She moaned as he turned a knob near the base of the huge vibrator that slid slowly but surely up her cunt. It kicked up another speed, making her delicate muscles clutch around it.
She’s never been this stuffed before, never been this sensitive. Her pussy had never been this swollen and aching. She couldn’t take it.
Have mercy!
Wolves don’t have mercy, Red.
"I'm sorry for calling you a wolf. I’m sorry for biting you! F-forgive—god! Ah! Don't—"
He turned the knob again. The control clicked as it hit its highest setting.
No mercy, Red. He sent, his voice undercutting her long, high-pitched groan. She struggled with the vibration, her clitoris trying to retreat from the too-intense sensations. She clenched all of her muscles to pull away, failed, and drove herself up another plain of pleasure as her trembling muscles gave up and pressed her flush against the buzzing invader again. Eventually her body gave up, settling to twitches.
He looked down at her flushed face, feeling the strange hunger overtake him. She whimpered with the force of the vibrator in her pussy, shivered with the spasms of pleasure that wracked her body.
Her tightened nipples pouted, her sensitive little clit peeked from beneath its hood. Rivulets of moisture dribbled around the edges of the vibrator, dripping down between her thighs, into the crack of her ass, where he greedily watched them pool in her anus. Her hands clenched and unclenched as they tugged futilely at their bindings as her pussy contracted uncontrollably around the invading vibrator. Her little asshole was defenseless, her body bound and helpless—completely at his mercy. A growl worked its way from his throat, and he showed her a fraction of his power.
His open hand fell on her pussy with a resounding smack, and she screamed.
“God! Don't—"
Another smack, another scream. Her eyes tracked the movement of his
hand through the air, her wet, pink flesh flinching back at its approach, but the ropes held her still for him. Another slap to her cunt and another, his hand fell faster on the tender lips as the sound of flesh on wet flesh resounded off of the walls of the room. More syrupy moisture dripped from her, splattering the punishing plane of his hand on each impact.
Her screams broke into whimpers that sounded in his ears, and he knew
it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough for her to feel his possession.
He swiped a finger over the butt of the vibrator still buzzing in her, between her lips to gather cream, deliberately leaving the tip of his talon extended to rake across her sensitive tissues. He paused to savor her whimper, the twitching of the muscles of her thighs as they strained against her bonds at the sharp, sweet sensation. Then he retracted his talon and pushed his middle finger slowly and deliberately into the pucker of her anus. Watched it flower open around the invading digit.
"Ah. Ah! No! What are you—ah!" Her eyes followed the slow movement of his arm, the play of muscles under the soft fur as he screwed his finger deeper, forcing it in on the glide of her cream. Forcing her breath out with that finger pushing into her. When he was in up to the last knuckle he paused, waiting for her glazed eyes to meet his in question. Then he lifted his other hand and dropped it directly onto her swollen clit.
She screamed so hard that no sound escaped but a thin, high-pitched keening. Her entire body convulsed, the muscles inside her buttery-soft ass gripping his finger like a hot vice. He gave her another smack as he pulled his finger out, and she threw her head back in an uncontrolled spasm of muscles, only to throw it forward again as his next gentle blow landed on her. His finger forced in to skewer her twitching asshole again.
That’s it, little one. Scream for me. Let me know how much you love having your ass violated while I spank this pretty little pussy.
He set to spanking her flushed vagina with the concentration of an artist at work. He aimed heavy, stiff-fingered slaps over the entire mound, lighter blows on the inner labia. His lightest strikes fell on the intimate tissues spread around the base of the vibrator, but they held most power over her, compressing her most sensitive flesh around her clit and holding it in place for the ravages of the shuddering machine buzzing away in her. And all the while his finger thrust into her ass over and over.
He tapped the vibrator, and it hit her sweet spot. She flew up and up, her desperate pussy clutching hard as he concentrated more blows on the vibrator. Her head and ass pressed against the mattress, her spine arced with the tension of a never-ending orgasm, held rigid as the pleasure trapped her. Her eyes rolled from side to side, unable to focus on anything until he caught her eyes with his. He lifted the thumb of the hand penetrating her ass and pressed it firmly to the end of the vibrator, grinning wickedly at her as she whimpered breathlessly. Rocking the vibrator. Again. Again. Making her dance to the music of his slaps and her own screams and the succulent noises issuing from her fluttering pussy.
"C-can't! Can't!" she begged.
You will. Because I say you will.
Without further warning, he rained light blows to the entire pad of her cunt at a rapid-fire speed, applying rhythmic, churning pressure on her asshole and vibrator, and her orgasm began to ripple through her. Her limbs shook, her spine twisted, and she pulled so hard at the ties on her that her body lifted off of the mattress.
Remember this. He played her on her nerves, pressing softly one moment, jerking and stabbing the next.
Remember that this is MY cunt. Spanking His cunt harder, faster. Remember you belong to me. His thought roared into her, blending into unbearable pleasure. She twisted hard, gasping, screaming stuttering screams, trying to get away, trying to get more, crying out sharply once, twice, again, feeling the suffocating pleasure take her over and over.
And over.
She begged him to stop, cried, shuddered to orgasm so many times that she lost count. Lost herself in her twitching cunt, her ass, his hands, his big finger caressing her from the inside.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and with one last whimper of disbelief her eyes rolled back in her head and her world swirled to black.
Finally he stopped. Her body slowly relaxed from its arch as he idly lapped at her hot, tortured pussy to capture stray juices. Watching her as eventually even the small shivers smoothed into heavy breathing. A satisfied grin touched his lips as he settled back to watch his slave sleep. His gaze roved over her body, so beautiful in its bindings – high, full breasts, narrow waste and nicely padded thighs and belly. Her legs, while not long, were shapely, and that beautiful cunt… he would be keeping that pussy as swollen and wet as he could. Even now her fluids dripped out from the pink folds to slide into the crack of that delicious ass. Saliva pooled in his mouth, and he leaned over her spread legs, intent on waking her in the best way possible, only to be interrupted by the chime of his communicator.
With a snarl he rolled away from his perfect little slave, moving aways from the bed. He had a hard-on the size of a log, but when duty called…
He ordered the lights to dim for her before quietly closing the door and heading to his security center.

“Another battle? Why the hell can’t the Clans just get along? Which clans were they?” Aelle growled, his beast not the only part of him unhappy with being pulled away from his woman.
“McCallen and Keleher. Apparently Colin McCallen is after Briannon Keleher for kidnapping his niece. ” Leo, Aelle’s Prime Guardsman, responded, his voice weary. The Clans were a pain in the ass on most days, but when they started warring even Aelle’s well-trained Guardsmen and well-armed Sentinel units had difficulty containing the mayhem.
“Does Keleher have McCallen’s niece?” Aelle rubbed his forehead against an encroaching headache.
“We haven’t confirmed it, but I wouldn’t put it past Keleher; she’s a real bitch and she would geld McCallen if she could get her hands on him for leaving her out in the cold like he did.”
“No fury like a woman scorned.”
“You can say that again. Not that McCallen is much of a winner himself. Apparently his niece has been kidnapped before due to clan warring. You’d think he’d find a way to keep her out of it, but apparently once he’s pissed he stops for nothing and no one.” Leo shook his head.
“When it comes down to it, people are just animals by another name. He’s a territorial bastard.” Aelle grumbled. People were insane. Clan leaders were batshit.
“Says the furball.” Leo grinned at him. Trust Leo not to politely skirt the issue of Aelle’s not-quite-humanity. It was part of why Aelle liked him so much, besides the fact that they had been working together for years.
They had been aspiring Guardsmen, Aelle already the Lead Guardsman for ten sectors with Leo and another combat school friend named Astair as his seconds, in charge of seeing to the peach of a large section of the old War Zone in the mists. Under his stern command the Clans reluctantly backed down, knowing that he wielded enough power to make their continued existence extremely difficult. The slave trade had slowed, almost completely disappearing above the mistline, severely decreasing below. At least, the public nature of slavery had disappeared.
To his shame he found himself glad that the laws he had wanted banning pleasure slaves had never passed. At the time it had driven him mad, his knowledge of what he had been made a monster for driving him to hate the population that insisted on keeping this one guilty pleasure.
He was man enough to acknowledge that he was a hypocrite, but not man enough to consider letting Red go now that he’d found her. His threats on the day that he bought her had not been idle. As soon as he saw her step onto the slaveblock and read her mind. Her thoughts had been frightened, yet retained a level of wry humor.
Well, this sucks. Never thought it’d go down this way. Her eyes had held a glimmer of defiance, though the old fashioned whips the slavers held kept her relatively docile. Elevated for easy viewing access by the slaveblock, her body appeared to be carved out of ivory, though her cheeks stained with a soft rose blush of self-consciousness. She didn’t like being displayed in such scanty clothes, though he had enjoyed it immensely... except for the other patrons drooling over her like a side of meat. Sure I’m all into the kinky when it comes to my Sims, but spending the rest of my life as a rich man’s toy isn’t exactly what I wanted. Even his memory of her though brought his not-quite-sated cock to full mast. At the time he had leaned forward with hunger, deciding to buy her before he busted the auction house for attempting to sell a slave off world and stopped its operations. He remembered how she had closed her eyes, her thoughts running wild. Or, sweet Mother, a brothel attraction! Gah, I’m gonna kick Uncle Colin’s ass back to Old Earth if I ever get out of this.
Uncle Colin… Aelle sat up straight in his command chair, staring at Leo in his comscreen. Her ID badge had said Scarlett McCallen. At the time he had shrugged it off. There were dozens of branches of the McCallen family on Orion Galis. But there as a possibility…
“Aelle? What are you thinking, buddy?” Leo’s impatient voice pulled Aelle from his thoughts. Aelle wasn’t often given to long silences.
“Do we have any information on the neice? A name, a physical description?” He leaned forward, impressing the importance of the answer on Leo. He looked slightly taken aback.
“No. It’s the damndest thing, but we’ve been having a bitch of a time digging anything up on her other than that she exists.”
“Really. That is very interesting. Keep hunting, and let me know as soon as any new information on her comes up.” Aelle steepled his fingers, considering all of the implications. His little slave was becoming more of a mystery by the minute.
Leo hid his surprise. The Shield Leader he knew was coolly calculating, every so often verging on too-cold. He never showed any real emotion, even in the heat of battle. Leo knew he feared losing control, and after seeing what Aelle could do if he lost control of his inner animal he understood his friend’s need to keep his emotions locked up. He’d gone too far to the other extreme, however, burying himself in his work when he wasn’t isolating himself in his skypalace. Leo hoped that Aelle’s interest in Colin McCallen’s niece was a sign of Aelle opening up a little. “I’ll give you an update as soon as I get new information, Boss. A rescue could be just what we need to stem a war.”
“I’m not sure that she needs rescuing. Get me that information as soon as possible.” Aelle stood, tugging his clothing into a more professional neatness. “I’ll be coming down to help deal with the cleanup in three hours. In the meantime, deploy extra Sentinels to the warzone. We need to get this tiff stopped before it starts a bloody war.”
“Will do. I was going to deploy them, anyway. Something feels off about this one. Something’s up.”
“I got that vibe too, Leo. Watch your six and keep me informed.”
“And you, Boss.”
Time to question my slave. If she truly was the niece of Colin McCallen, he would offer her protection… maybe convince her to stay with him of her own volition…
Then again, there were other ways to convince her that staying with him would be ideal. What was the point in being a telepath if he couldn’t use it to convince the most intriguing, sexy woman he’d ever met to stay by his side?
Miss Scarlett McCallen would have turned tail and fled at the sight of the toothy grin that spread across his savage face.