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“That’s it, arch your back, give me your ass, such a good pet,” he crooned while petting her pretty pussy. With more forceful thrusts, he fucked her ass with the plug, stretching her.

“Oh! Greg! Oh!” Her nails dug into the flesh of her ass cheeks as she held them spread open for her ass fucking. Oh, to be the plug! His cock ached pressing against his zipper. The discomfort kept him from coming in his pants like a pre-teen.

“There you go, let go, let it all go.” He rearranged his grip on the tail, holding it between two fingers and continuing to invade her asshole, while dipping his thumb into her hot, wet cunt.

Her ecstasy-filled moan came just before she bucked her hips back at him, now fucking the plug herself. He grinned down at her. She was beyond perfect.

“That’s a good pet,” he whispered in a low voice.

She groaned, a deep-rooted growl of a sound that made his cock twitch in his pants. He’d have to find time to take care of his ever-growing erection or he’d be sporting the worst case of blue balls in history.

“Oh, god! Oh, fuck!” she screamed into the floor before her.

Greg gave one more hard push and seated the tail properly in her ass, continuing to stroke her pussy with his thumb and roll her clit with his fingers until her breathing slowed back to a racer’s pace.

“You can let go of your ass now. You did perfectly.” He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to each of the welt marks from the previous day. “Absolutely perfect.”

She let her cheeks go, and he admired the foxtail hanging between them.

“I don’t understand how you do that,” she whispered, though he suspected she was talking more to herself.

“Don’t overthink it, pet. Just enjoy it.” He patted her bottom and stood back up. “Okay, now for your ears and gloves. Get up on your knees and present your hands for me, pet.”

Chapter Fourteen

The air was humid outsidethe cabin. Nora stood miserably outside the back door with the faux fox fur tail hanging from between her ass cheeks. Her face still burned with the embarrassment from what she’d done, how easily she’d participated, and how much her body still hummed with satisfaction.

She tried to tuck her hair behind her ears, but the gloves he’d strapped around her hands prevented her use of her fingers. With the tail firmly in place, the fox fur ears seated on her head, and the matching gloves she looked every bit his pet.

Taking a shaky breath, she looked into the woods surrounding them. She could take off running now while Greg finished getting his ‘gear’ together, but she didn’t want to forfeit this chance. He was so unrelenting about not giving second ones. He would give her freedom if she made it to the main road. He even told her how to get there.

Looking between the trees, she found the path he mentioned. It was a three-mile hike, but she could do it. She’d been camping before; girl scouts when she was little, but it counted, and she did remember some things. She’d need to stay off the path if she didn’t want him to find her, but close enough to it that she could follow it.

The screen door smacked against the frame, jolting her from her plan making.

“Okay.” Greg stepped down from the small porch holding a rifle in his hand.

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