Asurie's Experiences

With 'Runnin' Wild' playing on the car stereo, Asurie pulls down Taylor's driveway in her car and stops at the front gate. Finding it locked is no surprise, but not finding a convenient remote for it anywhere in the car is. With logic telling her she should really just give up and go at this point, the girl hops out of the car anyway and rushes to the number pad, punching in the only number she remembers seeing. ...No good. Of COURSE she'd change the door code, the paranoid jerk... She whimpers for a moment as she tries a few random door codes on the thing but to no avail. She stares back at the mansion through the bars, almost seeing Taylor's pet in her mind's eye, looking back at her. She grips the bars and rattles them for a second, the thought of just crashing the car through them crossing her mind. It's not THAT crazy an idea, after all. These gates are made to stop people, not cars... especially ones going at a relatively high velocity. She peers around the stone wall of the mansion for a few moments more before shaking her head and climbing back in the car.

"I'll come right back for him." She mumbles to herself, promising herself that she'll personally assist the police in searching this house for him. She sticks the key in the ignition and turns it... to no motor. She blinks once and jiggles the key around a bit, turning it a couple more times with rising panic. She hits the steering wheel firmly and rattles it. "What the hell!! Start!!" She yells out, turning the key furiously and glaring at the wheel. After a few seconds, her eye catches a tiny red light on the dashboard she didn't notice before. Her brow furrows and she leans in,wondering if there's an engine fault. Unfortunately, the light is unmarked... actually it doesn't look standard for a car at ALL. It doesn't take long to piece it together though. A little red light? Car won't start? Some kind of security device was turned on here.

"Ugh... She's paranoid enough to be able to disable her car?! Who DOES that?!" Asurie screams out in frustration. Not to be defeated though, she grabs a few bucks out of the arm rest and ditches the car, running straight to the open woods. At this point it doesn't matter WHERE she goes, as long as it's away from HERE. She takes off running and quickly disappears into the woods. Unfortunately, the girl quickly finds the forest to be a bit larger than she banked on. It takes the girl a solid two hours of running through the woods before she emerges on the other side, deposited on a stretch of highway. Luckily for her though, she spies a town down the road and starts hoofing it. Time spent? Exhaustion? None of it matters to the girl, now with a laser-like focus on the town's police department. It's a small building for a small town, consisting of a front desk and maybe two back rooms from what she can tell, but it could be a lemonade stand with a sheriff badge hanging on it for all she cares at this point. She charges forward to the desk where a surprised looking officer blinks at the angry girl with a leaf in her hair and short breath.

"Can I help you...?" The officer says a little warily, staring into Asurie's half-elated, half-crazy eyes.

"Yeah. Yeah just a bit. There is a cabal of kidnapping, reclusive, sex fiends living in the woods outside your town. I just barely managed to escape them after being tortured and raped repeatedly for what feels like years now. SO YEAH. YOU CAN HELP ME." Asurie nearly yells out, staring at the officer with a haggard, exasperated look. The officer stares, wide-eyed at her for a few moments and nods slowly.

"Wow... yeah. Let me get the chief." He says, getting slowly up from the seat and walking into the backroom. Asurie watches him go for the moment before collapsing backwards into a nearby seat, letting her head hit the wall. She stares into the ceiling for a moment and lets the full realization wash over her. She made it. She got to the police. They'll undoubtedly be caught and she'll be free. She breathes a sigh of relief and suddenly sits up, seeing the officer come back with a graying, mustached officer behind him. The older man extends his hand and they exchange a light hand shake.

"Come with me, let's get you something to eat while you tell me all about this." He says in a calm voice. Asurie nods and quickly gets up, following him into the next room where she's greeted by a pitcher of water and what looks like a peanut butter sandwich. She salivates instantly and is upon the meal in seconds, taking a huge bite of the sandwich and gulping down a few mouthfuls of water, just now realizing just how thirsty wandering in the woods for hours can make a girl. The officer cracks a smile as he watches her eat and sits back in his seat. "So where's this cabal?"

"It's in the woods. Like right in the middle, I'm sure there's a road going in there." She responds after swallowing a mouthful of food. The officer nods his head a few times, writing down something on his clip board as he watches the girl eat. During the pause she quickly starts scarfing down the rest of the sandwich and water. The policeman watches her with an amused look for a few moments, laughs and stands. "I think I'll leave you to that for now."

"No no!" Asurie intervenes, swallowing her mouthful in a big hurry. "This is important. You have to stop these people."

"We don't need too much info from you." The officer says, standing up calmly. "We know where they are and we've heard enough rumors... It's just hard to find someone they don't have hooks in and get then to testify. ...I assume you're willing to testify?"

"I will take residence on that court bench until every one of those creeps is locked up." She says, staring at him incredulously. The officer laughs a bit from the look on her face and nods, heading out the door.

"I was hoping you'd say that. I'm going to ring up a therapist I know from out of town. You just relax now, madam." The officer says, shutting the door behind him. Asurie flops back into the weakly cushioned seat and stares at the ceiling, a little wide eyed.

"Oh my god it's over..." She mumbles to herself. "Finally free..." She sinks further into the chair and a wave of relaxation washes over her. She shuts her eyes and lets her arm drop off the arm rest, nodding off right in the chair. She quickly finds herself in a deep sleep, her mind swirling and drifting into a pleasant haze, starting to dream. She soon finds herself in a long, white flowing evening gown, standing on the porch of a beach house and staring at the crashing waves of the ocean, her hair blowing in the gentle sea breeze. She leans on the railing of the porch and smiles, hearing footsteps behind her. She turns, opens her arms and smiles, Master walking up in an unbuttoned shirt, slipping his arms around her and pulling into a gentle hug. Her head lifts... they kiss... her eyes blink open and she groans, snapping out of her dreams.

"Mmrfmg..." She mutters, trying to say 'Ugh, he's in my dreams no less.' but finding it oddly hard. Quickly realizing she fell asleep for god knows how long. She tries to sit up, but her numbed body finally feels pressure around her wrists, ankles, mouth and eyes. She gasps and bites down, finding her mouth stuffed with what tastes like cotton and a tight leather strap over her mouth. She whimpers and tries to focus her eyes, seeing nothing but black as the tight leather blindfold over her head starts to register with her nerves. She panics, twists and squirms but she merely bumps into the bars of a small cage, hopelessly hogtied with her arms and legs bound tight to her body. She lets out muffled screams and bangs around for a few minutes, pausing only when she feels the cage jump a little and hears voices coming from somewhere.
"Watch the bumps will ya. I think she woke up." An unfamiliar male voice mutters.

"Yeah yeah... they're gonna be pissed one of them made it that far, huh?" A more familiar voice calls out, sounding a bit like the receptionist from the police office.

"I'm just glad she went straight to the police. We don't need her running to some random house and fueling more rumors in town." The voice replies. Asurie's head collapses to the floor of the cage and whimpers, her heart feeling like it's been torn from her numbed chest. With her muscles so weak and her head still hazy, she simply assumes the cop either drugged the sandwich or the water. Either way, nothing good was going to happen after this. She curls up into a ball and whimpers, bouncing along as the truck drives down the forest road and back into the cabal. Time passes with her in little more than a stupor of despair. She barely notices when the truck stops and the cage is lifted out of the truck and brought into another building. Her senses snap back into focus though when she's dropped on the floor with a bump and a rattle. She whimpers and curls tighter into a ball on her side, wishing she could just disappear.

"As you can see, we run a tight ship here. You obviously don't." An irritated male voice suddenly sneaks into her ears, his voice echoing a bit with what sounds like a large room.

"I admit, there was a slip in security... But I assure you it won't happen again." A calm voice Asurie instantly recognizes as master's. She curls up tighter in the cage and lets out a longer whimper just thinking of what he'll do after this.

"I don't think you fully grasp how much trouble you're in here." The man shoots back. "She could have caused a massive amount of havoc on the outside for us. You're putting the entire community at risk. ...And don't give me that line about this being an isolated incident, everyone in town knows your pet is uncontrolled and unbroken. You SAY you punish her for misbehavior but it's clearly not taking. I frankly don't see why we're tolerating your continued residence here if you're going to be that big a liability to us."

"Calm down." An unfamiliar female voice interjects. "We all agree that some sort of action has to be taken here but let's not jump right to banishment in this case. Even you admitted he made the Halloween event what it was. It's possible his slave is simply another trouble case. We should probably get him one that's already broken and see if we can't find a use for that one." Asurie trembles even more in the cage, not liking the prospect of 'having a use found'.

"Now just one min-" Master starts out with a bit of urgency.

"I have a better idea." A smooth voice which Asurie instantly recognizes as Taylor's, which again, only makes her more worried. "Instead of messing with finding new slaves or going through the long, long banishment process, why not just train the girl properly? Give her to me for say... two weeks? I'll have her broken in a week I'm sure, and he can be punished by being slaveless for a while. It works out perfectly, I think." Asurie shakes her head pleadingly, remembering the cruel treatment of Taylor's own pet. Apart from her whimpering though, there is silence for a few minutes.

"If you're really willing to train her, that sounds like a good solution." The first male voice states.

"Oh, I think I'll enjoy it." Taylor replies coolly.

"Then this meeting is over." The male voice states firmly. Asurie whimpers again and feels the cage lifted up from the ground, just barely making out the voices of Master and Taylor quietly saying something to each other.

It takes another two hours before Asurie's cage is opened up. She whimpers, cramped and sore and sick of her restraints when she feels a hand rest on her cheek. In a single motion, the clasps on the blinder and gag loosen and they fall to the floor of the cage. The girl squints from the sudden rush of light and blinks her eyes, the face of Taylor slowly coming into focus, her arms outstretched and undoing the ropes on her wrists and ankles. She stares into the mistress' face for a few seconds and swallows fearfully, Taylor having that same sinister smirk that master sometimes gets. As her wrists come free, the girl lightly rubs them and sits up, backing up against the back of the cage with a nervous stare.

"Boy, you sure fooled them Taylor." Asurie suddenly says with a giant, faked smile. "You really had them thinking you're going to train me. But now that the ruse is over, you'll just return me to master and have him owe you a big, big favor. Good job."

"Oh, you're going to make this fun for me, aren't you?" Taylor says with a dark smirk.

"...It was worth a shot." Asurie mumbles. Before she can say another word, the mistress grabs her by her hair and yanks her out of the cage onto the floor of the living room. The girl yelps from the hair tug and quickly finds herself being stripped of her clothes. Taylor unceremoniously yanks the shirt over the girl's head before the girl can even react. Her struggle to stay decent lasts for maybe a few seconds before a foot pins her back and the mistress' strong grip snags her wrists.

"The more you struggle, the worse you're going to make this for yourself, dear." Taylor says with a threatening but cool voice, her free hand tugging Asurie's pants off her kicking legs. "Maybe you didn't know this was a rule the last time you were here, since you were a guest. The slaves I own wear what I tell them, or they're naked otherwise. None of this sneaking to your closet and slipping on anything. I got my pet out of THAT little habit during the first day." As she talks, her finger easily snaps the strap on the girl's bra and immediately after tugs her panties down. "From now on, you're not a treasured slave, you're not a willful little scamp, you're not even human. You are a mere animal. And when an animal misbehaves, they get beaten and punished. Got it?" She finishes and stands up, heading to a nearby closet, leaving Asurie completely naked on the floor. The girl swallows and gets slowly to her feet, an arm covering up her bare chest as her eyes dart from side to side, trying to find a good exit she can run to. As she looks, Taylor takes a headband with cat ears on it and a long, cat tail with a sizable dildo on the end of it out of the closet. Asurie catches sight of the size and gasps, taking a few steps backwards towards the wall.

"N-No!" She pleads suddenly, shaking her head as Taylor walks towards her. The mistress' smirk as fades though, replaced by a very stern look.

"Didn't I mention something about disobedient pets? Now turn around and spread your bottom like a good toy, so your owner can get this tail inside you." She says with a dark undertone, walking towards Asurie in what seems like slow motion. Her chest contracts with fear, torn between the threat of punishment and the very size of the toy. Her eyes fixate on the tail plug with undisguised fear, her knees knocking a little as it gets closer. "Obey, toy. Or I'll tie you up and have the dog rut with you for a few hours." A sickening grin passes over her face. "And I'm not talking about my boy toy, either." Asurie's brow furrows from the statement and she stares at her face with confusion. After a second, the girl gasps remembering that there was a dog fence in the backyard the last time she was a guest here. Her blood runs cold for a second, taking the realization in fully.

"Y-yes madam." She chokes out with a venomous tone. Slowly, she turns away from Taylor and swallows, her trembling hands gripping her own bottom and spreading her cheeks open. She grits her teeth tightly, feeling her poor asshole exposed and Taylor's presence creeping closer to her. Knowing it will hurt, the girl keeps her mind on the thought of a dog, the very notion of going through that a second time being enough to keep her obedient. A shiver shoots up her spine as the thick tip of the dildo pushes its way swiftly past the rim of her ass, the shaft filling her bottom up painfully. She groans and grits her teeth tighter, falling forward a bit as it's pushed in, mind still focused on the punishment. After what feels like forever, her hands are lightly slapped by the mistress and the girl gasps, feeling herself close tightly over the toy and squeeze the soft fur tail now nestled in her bottom. She grips the wall in front of her almost like she's holding on until she's used to it, the headband with cat ears sliding lightly onto her head. As soon as the band snaps into place, so do Asurie's thoughts. She turns her head suddenly, giving Taylor an angry look. "Oh my god, the dog was your idea." The mistress blinks once and suddenly starts laughing.

"Why yes, I suggested that to your master. I thought for sure that would break you if he used that as a regular punishment. Though I knew he wouldn't have the stomach for it to become a habit." The mistress says with a laugh, turning and walking away from the girl. "I'm sure it shut you up for a few days afterward though." She cackles and sinks down on the couch, relaxing into the cushion. "Don't expect any kind of cushy treatment from me though. You're not going to get a token paddling or a few hours with a toy as punishment. You're going to feel pain. If I have to punish you in earnest, it's going to be degrading and brutal. Understood?" Asurie stares at the mistress for a few moments and swallows tightly, knowing she's not kidding.

"...Yes Madam." She groans out, pressing back against the wall, wishing she could just pass right through it.

"Good." She states, clapping her hands loudly all of a sudden. "Pet! Get in here and bring me a drink!" She calls out, sitting back in the seat. After a minute, Taylor's pet pushes out of the kitchen door, wearing the usual dog ears and tail but also an apron this time, holding a tall glass in his hand. He walks forward and gasps, stopping in his tracks when he sees the girl.

"A-Asurie?" He says with his soft voice in confusion, looking at her outfit and body with wide eyes. Asurie lifts a hand and waves at him weakly, letting out a whimper. Another clap sounds through the room and the boy gasps, hurrying to Taylor's side and handing her her drink.

"Yes, yes lovely reunion, isn't it? Now kneel at my feet. Both of you. Now." She states with a grin, swishing the drink around slowly in her hand. The boy hurriedly sits at her right foot and stares at the floor, trying to avert his eyes from Asurie out of respect. The girl swallows tightly and forces herself away from the wall, briskly walking to Taylor's feet and kneeling down in front of her, squirming in her spot, the two of them glancing to each other and away for a brief moment. The mistress grins down to the two of them and takes a sip of her drink. "Been a while since I had two slaves that I could do anything I wanted with." She starts out, grinning and sitting back, lifting her feet up and planting them on their faces. Asurie blinks and leans backwards in surprise, shifting the foot against her cheek instead and glances to the boy as he stays still, staring straight ahead. "We'll start off easy... Both of you start kissing my feet... then you both give me head. Whoever does a better job with the foot gets to choose what hole to lick." She coos out with a dark grin. Asurie's eyes widen with disgust and she glances to the boy as he dutifully holds Taylor's foot in his hand, kissing the tips of her toes and suckling it with a light blush. The girl swallows and ducks her head away from the foot for a second, shuddering in anger but knowing very well it's best to win this. She tightly shuts her eyes and growls to herself, forcing a few kisses on the top of the mistress' foot. Taylor glances between the two of them for a minute and laughs, taking her time and finishing her drink as they work.

"That's enough." She chimes out suddenly, lowering her feet to the floor with a wide grin. In a swift motion, she takes the loose front and back ends of her dress and ties them to her hip, revealing bare hips. She stands up and smirks, standing between the two of them, facing her pet. "Of course, my dear little pet knows what he's doing. I'll bet your master never even thought to train you for that, kitten." She says smugly, Asurie turning her head away angrily, both knowing she's right and also knowing that that's NOT something to be ashamed of by any measure. The mistress steps forward to her pet, her slit barely an inch from his mouth. "Ready to please me, little winner?" She coos out smugly, getting a light grip on the boy's hair and tilting it backwards. Asurie's stomach churns a little and she grips her knees tightly, muttering out a curse as she steels herself.

"Y-yes Mistress. I'd like to pleasure you ass now." The boy says softly, looking up to Taylor after having glanced at Asurie, who immediately looks to him in shock. The mistress' smile fades quickly as she looks down at the pet, growling a little and giving him a look, watching him dutifully open his mouth.

"Oh yes... How could I forget about you caring for her?" She says a little venomously. With a huff, she turns right around and grips his hair tightly, yanking his face tightly against her rump as she stares down at Asurie with a glare. "Get to work, animal. Unless you plan on making that little gesture be for nothing." Asurie gasps at the prospect and quickly leans in, gripping the mistress' ankles and dragging her tongue up her pink folds lightly.

"I'm sorry..." She whispers to the boy as she hears the sound of his tongue lapping gently. Quickly, she gets back to dragging her tongue up the woman's folds and feels a comforting hand rub her knee after a second.

"My pet knows better than to talk when he has a job to do." Taylor says darkly, letting the boy's head go and instead getting a firm grip on Asurie's hair, pushing her mouth tightly over her opening and holding it there. "And you're going to learn that too, kitten. You're not here to make chit-chat or catch up with your little friends. You are here to obey. When you get an order, I expect your full focus, especially when it's one having to do with my personal gratification. Understand?" Asurie nods her head, though it's mostly guided by Taylor's vice grip on her hair. "Good." She finishes, grinding her hips against the slaves' faces for a moment before letting herself relax. Asurie shuts her eyes tight and angrily as her tongue parts the mistress' folds and eases deeper. This isn't the first time she's had to pleasure a female, of course, but it was a rarity with master to say the least. Through Taylor's groans and grunts, the girl swirls her tongue along her insides, still clinging to a resentful feeling in her gut but not wanting to risk anything for the moment. The minutes tick by slowly and the girl quickly finds her lips and mouth to be slick with the mistress' juices, a twinge of rage going up her spine every time she hears the boy's mouth make a wet licking noise on her other side. Suddenly Taylor's grip on her head tightens and the woman groans darkly with pleasure. "I'm clearly going to have to do something about you two..." She mutters out between moans. "I can't have you bonding and clinging to him for support while I'm supposed to be breaking you. I could always threaten to punish HIM when you misbehave, but that would do no good when you're returned to your master... I can't have you returning to him unbroken. ..Maybe I can have HIM beat you with the whip when you misbehave. I'm sure you'll come to resent him eventually." She muses, gripping Asurie's hair tightly again and forcing her mouth up and down. The girl grunts resentfully against her opening, every word the mistress spoke enraging her a little bit more. Her tongue drags harshly inside her, wishing she could tear her insides with her tongue but still knowing better than to start biting something. Taylor moans hungrily from the licking, getting the girl's lips and chin a little wetter from her juices. "Mmm... that's it." Taylor moans out, reaching back and gripping her pet's hair, forcing both their heads tighter against her hips, guiding their mouths to grind against her hips tightly, her insides betraying what's coming. Asurie swallows once and keeps her eyes shut, lapping tightly against her inner walls with swift, firm licks until the inevitable quiver comes. A long moan is heard and a mess of her juices quickly spills from her, soaking the girl's tongue, lips and chin. She continues to grind their mouths against her for a few seconds until her orgasm is completely ridden out. When it is, she lets out a comfortable sigh and smirks, gripping their hair and tugging them off, nearly sending them both to the floor. She cackles and flops back down on the couch, crossing her legs comfortably with a grin.

"Now kiss. Make it good and long." She says firmly, putting her hands comfortably behind her head. Asurie's head jerks to the side, looking at the mistress with contempt again and nearly opening her mouth to tell her off. Before she does though a soft hand gets a grip on hers and gently tugs it forward. She blushes red and turns her head to the boy, looking apologetic but leaning in none the less. She lifts her hand unconsciously to wipe her mouth but Taylor swiftly kicks her wrist. "Clean yourself up without permission and I'll have you whipped, animal; now share your nice cum treat." Taylor growls out, shifting her feet back in place. Asurie shakes out her hand momentarily and looks back to the boy, meeting his eyes and guiltily leaning in. His hand gently squeezes hers as their lips meet and press together. A blush crosses the girl's cheeks as she feels his tongue lightly graze hers and lick a little of the fluid off her lips. A little shiver goes through her spine, recalling their forced rutting in the blinding box for a second and she leans in, starting to kiss him more intently, her hand rising to rest against his chest. As the kiss grows deeper, she squeezes the boys hand, starting to unconsciously shift forward towards his lap as his hand lightly caresses her side. Before she can though, her hair is again gripped and the two of them are tugged harshly apart by the mistress, staring between the two with an irritated smirk.

"My goodness, you two certainly have some chemistry. But you got plenty of taste between you. Go finish making my dinner, pet, and be sure to fix an extra bowl." Taylor says firmly. The boy looks to her and nods his head obediently, a bit of a crushed and sad look in his eyes. Asurie sinks back onto her knees and watches him hurry back to the kitchen, eyes glancing just for a moment at his erect length. "Stop looking at him like a sad puppy. You're my kitten right now anyway." Taylor suddenly says, leaning in and smirking to Asurie, who quickly meets her gaze with a glare. "I think you should meow for me." She says with a widening grin. Asurie blinks at the command and her brow furrows, head shaking, having a bit more dignity than that. Before she can react, Taylor's palm strikes firmly across her cheek and her hand gets a vice grip on her chin, glaring darkly into the girl's eyes. "I don't hear you meowing, kitten..."

"...Meow." Asurie nearly spits out, glaring and blushing at Taylor's face. The mistress glares at her for a few seconds and gets up suddenly, walking swiftly back to the closet. Asurie shifts backwards against the couch for a second as she watches her rummage around a bit before pulling out a simple strap with a smooth dildo sticking out of it. Her eyes widen and she gets to her feet in a hurry, not having a plan but just wanting to make distance at this point.

"STAY." Taylor suddenly barks out, walking up sternly to the girl. Asurie gasps from the tone of her voice and swallows, stopping right where she is, knowing she's gotten that violent kind of serious voice now. "Legs open and hold still." The mistress commands, walking up and positioning the dildo at her slit. Asurie gasps and locks her legs, tensing up in preparation. Sure enough, with one swift and firm tug, the four inch toy buries itself in her folds completely, causing the girl to gasp and let out a harsh groan, hands instinctively moving to her thighs to stop it. Her hands are quickly smacked away, however, as Taylor tightens the strap up under her hips and around her thighs and hips, fastening the thing securely in place. With that done, she heads back to the couch and flops back down, relaxing back with an impatient and dark look on her face. "Now then. We'll try again. On all fours. Meow like the little animal you are." She commands, her fingernail tracing down the armrest of the couch.

Asurie shivers and looks at her with a mix of anger and confusion on her face. Despite the change in tone, she still has quite a bit of resentment built up. Nevertheless, she angrily kneels down and goes to all fours, shutting her eyes tight so she doesn't have to see the mistress' smug face. "Meow." She states venomously, brows furrowed in anger. A second passes and Asurie suddenly yelps out in pain, a stinging jolt of electricity suddenly surging through her insides. She collapses to her side from the jolt and gasps, hands groping down to her hips in a panic, trying to yank the harness off her. As her hands tug the leather, however, another jolt courses through her insides, causing her to yelp even louder from the pain, her hands shaking and gripping the floor suddenly.

"I've locked that thing, little kitten. If you try to unlock it yourself, it'll activate." Taylor explains coldly, glaring at the girl writhing on the floor. "Now meow for me. And make it sound good." She commands darkly. Asurie gasps and claws at the carpeted floor, trying to distract herself from the aching pains in her insides. Her stomach churns, knowing she's on a time limit and she forces her head to lift up towards the mistress.

"M-meow." She says with a painful but ultimately submissive tone of voice. She fearfully stares at Taylor's hand as her thumb grazes slowly over the tiny remote in her grasp, waiting for her to judge the sound.

"Good. Now say, 'I am now mistress Taylor's untrained little animal. I dearly hope she can turn me into an obedient pet for my master.' And sit up, like a proper pet." She commands coolly, her expression unchanging. Asurie's stomach churns again, her face twisted from the dull pains still pulsing inside her. She lifts herself up slowly from the floor and sits on her legs, gripping her knees tightly and gritting her teeth.

"I.. am now Taylor's untrained animal. I hope she can turn me into an obedient pet." She says with a sullen, shaken voice and a shut eye. Another second passes and Asurie's eyes suddenly widen, seeing Taylor's finger press firmly on the button. She grips her knees and screams, flopping over to her side as a third jolt of pain rips through her sensitive folds.

"That was both inaccurate and unsubmissive. You WILL start following my orders and following them with full due respect and obedience, kitten. When I give you an order, you are to follow it with haste and follow it willingly. If you are given the honor of pleasuring me, given food, given water, given free time or even given a punishment, you are to thank me for it. You are FORTUNATE to have my attention, little kitten. If I get fed up with you, you will not enjoy it. Now answer me with a 'Yes mistress'. Understood?"

"Y-yes mistress." Asurie manages to get out painfully as she trembles on the floor, legs rubbing together with a whimper.

"Good. Now refill my glass with a splash of wine and kneel at my side. You're my drink holder until dinner is ready." She commands, sitting back in the couch and taking out what looks like a romance novel from the side table. Asurie swallows tightly and drags herself off the floor, walking with a pained shiver towards the table.

"Yes mistress." She says sadly, taking the glass and filling it up at the wine cabinet. Taylor smirks and watches the girl until she kneels down on the floor at the foot of the couch. She smoothly reaches for the wine glass, sips from it and places it back down into the girl's palms.

"Hold that up so I can reach it, kitten." She commands firmly, sitting back and reading. Asurie's stomach churns again but she obediently holds it up, squeezing her own legs together to distract herself from the pain. She spends a full half hour in this position, Taylor taking only one more drink the entire time. Every time her arms felt sore and lowered, she would see Taylor reach for the remote and the drink would be held aloft again quickly. The call from the kitchen couldn't come soon enough. Eventually the boy's soft voice carries into the room with the announcement that dinner is ready. Taylor swiftly takes the glass from Asurie's hands and heads to the kitchen.

"Come to the kitchen, animal... and crawl." She says with a smirk, walking through the kitchen door. Asurie grits her teeth, swallowing back her anger again and crawling into the kitchen. As she passes by the door she catches sight of the boy looking at her helplessly, dressed again in the apron. She turns her head away, not wanting him to see her crawl and shuts her eyes tightly. Taylor, in the mean time, sits comfortably at her chair and starts to cut what looks like a steak on her plate. "Pet, head. Kitten, you can eat. Your bowl's on the floor here." The mistress states firmly. The young man blushes and dutifully crawls beneath the table, kneeling between Taylor's legs and nestling his face against her slit. Asurie watches with the same sinking feeling in her gut and crawls to her side, gritting her teeth tightly inside her mouth to stifle the anger. As she crawls to the side of the chair, her face contorts in anger, seeing a simple tin dog bowl on the floor filled with moist dog food. Her face looks up with disbelief at Taylor who is paying no attention to her, simply enjoying her meal and her pet's tongue. Asurie stares down at the bowl with disgust and contempt for about a minute until she feels a light smack on the back of her head.

"That's all you get, kitten. Pets don't get to chose what they eat. They eat what's in their bowls. Now eat or feel free to go hungry." Taylor says, going right back to her meal with a pleasant moan. Asurie swallows and looks up to her with a glare for a moment before turning her head to the boy. His eyes open sympathetically towards her and he just barely nods to her, darting his eyes to the bowl before getting right back to his business, Taylor's hand reaching down and gripping his hair. Asurie swallows tightly, not taking her threat lightly anymore. She stares down at the bowl, weighing the prospect of going hungry with having to eat that. Her gut instinct naturally tells her to not go anywhere near it, but her head reasons that this is probably going to be the only thing she'll eat for the next two weeks. Knowing there's a very good chance Taylor will just let her go hungry, the girl swallows and tightens her stomach, reaching to the bowl to pick out a manageable piece. As she does, Taylor's foot shifts over and lightly kicks her hand.

"Animals don't use their hands. Mouth only. Last warning." The mistress grunts out impatiently, lightly grinding her hips against her pet's mouth again. Asurie rubs her hand and shuts her eyes tightly, shaking with rage. It's not bad enough that this smug, crazed, psychopath is making her eat DOG food, but now she has to eat it hands free? The girl feels the hair on the back of her neck practically stand up from anger as she stares down at the bowl, seething with rage. She forces herself to slowly calm down however, and angrily shuts her eyes, putting hands on both sides of the bowl as she lowers her head down. Carefully she takes a manageable lump of the food into her mouth and cringes, the taste... actually not bad but just the fact of her knowing what it is makes it worse. Regardless, the food is moist enough to not really need chewing so she swallows it down as quick as she can, hoping it misses most of her tongue. She spends the next couple of bites eating in a similar manner as she listens to Taylor's moans grow louder and darker, the mistress twitching in her seat and climaxing. Taylor lets out a lustful purr and grins down to her pet, watching him lap her folds clean of her juices.

"Good boy. Now start eating. You need a little humiliation for hesitating today." The mistress says coolly. Asurie lifts her head and watches as the young man swallows and bows his head.

"Yes Mistress." He says gently, crawling to the other side of the chair in the same position as Asurie and lowering his head, eating from his bowl promptly. Asurie frowns in sympathy and turns her head again, groaning to herself as she gets back to eating from the bowl. A few seconds pass and out of the corner of her eye, the girl sees Taylor's foot rest on the back of the boy's head. She gasps, but before she can even turn her head to say something a firm pressure presses to the back of her head as well, her face almost immediately pushed down into the bowl, smooshing the wet food over her face. Taylor laughs lightly, her feet on the back of both of their heads, holding their faces down in the dog food.

"Good pets!" She says with a cruel laugh, leaning forward in her chair to put more weight on her feet, keeping them held down. "You can keep eating until I finish." She says, calmly cutting a piece of steak and popping it into her mouth. Shaking with rage, Asurie tries to lift her head from the bowl, but finds Taylor's foot far too firm on her head, she panics briefly and quickly swallows a big mouthful of dog food, making a little room for her to breathe. The rest of the meal passes in this position though, both slaves eventually eating up as much as they can around their mouths as Taylor calmly finishes up her meal, watching the slaves eat with an amused look. Eventually she lifts her feet from their heads and the two of them lift their faces up, both of them covered with a layer of smooshed dog food. Asurie takes a few deep, shaky breaths as she's let up, her fists balled tightly, as the young man simply sits up, hands folded in his lap, waiting for permission to clean his face. Taylor shifts her chair back and laughs out loudly, looking between the two of them.

"Do the dishes with your face like that, pet. And you don't get to clean up either, kitten. I think it'll be a good lesson for you to serve as my cup holder again while your face is covered." She says with an amused tone of voice. Her pet obediently rises to his feet and carefully squints, gathering the plates as he's told as Taylor heads for the door. "Come kitten. Now." Taylor commands, waiting at the door. Asurie twitches with rage and wipes her eyes off suddenly. In the next instant, she's on her feet and snagging the steak knife from the table and running towards Taylor, holding the knife overhead. The mistress gasps a bit fearfully and darts her hand into her pocket as fast as she can. About a foot from reaching the mistress, Asurie screams in pain and collapses onto the floor, dropping the knife at her side and twitching, a horrible electric shock surging through her insides and not stopping this time. With a dark glare, Taylor keeps her thumb held tightly down on the button, watching the girl scream and twitch on the floor, her hands futilely clawing at her own legs to get at the harness despite the spasms. The young man nearly drops the plates, trembling with horror at the sound of the screams and gasps, having been blind to most of the scene.

"M-mistress! What happened?! Please! S-stop hurting her!" He pleads suddenly, gripping the plates.

"You're in the blinding box tonight!" Taylor hisses out to her pet, fury in her eyes and thumb tight on the button as she looks down to Asurie as she twitches and screams. "As for you... little beast... You are no longer fortunate enough to deserve my attention today." The mistress growls and finally releases the button. Asurie stops twitching and flops on the floor, eyes blank and drooling, utterly stunned from the pain. She barely even registers anything as a cloth is planted over her nose and mouth and immediately robs her of consciousness.

Asurie is quickly jolted awake by a sudden pain in her asshole and her head lifts up, gasping as consciousness returns to her. A chill goes over her body as she looks around, finding her head and wrists locked tight in a pillory and her hips and ankles similarly locked behind her, keeping her in a bent over position. Her nerves come back to life and she yelps painfully, feeling two hands on her bare hips and a cock driving back and forth deep inside her ass. She shudders and makes an unintelligible protest through her open mouth gag and rattles the pillory weakly. A firm spank lands on her cheek as the man inside her grunts and just keeps pounding her. In a panic, she looks around as much as she can, seeing what looks to be nothing more than a shed outside and in back of a large building. Another moment takes her eyes to a small mirror, conspicuously placed on the ground and angled up towards her head. She groans painfully from a thrust and squints, seeing a sign hanging below her neck in the mirror, barely managing to read: "Disobedient Whore. Staff is free to use her ass and mouth until morning." Her blood runs cold as she reads and glances up, seeing the back door of the building open and what looks like a domestic servant walk out and over to the pillory, whipping his member out of his pants on the way. He exchanges a brief greeting with the other man before his shaft is shoved in her mouth, his hips calmly thrusting against her face. The other man grunts in greeting and simply picks up the pace, leaving Asurie futilely rattling the stocks and pleading unintelligibly. It's going to be a long night...