Date: Mon, 19 Jan 2015 03:28:16 +0000
From: mama_kin_034@yahoo.com
Subject: Beth's Pet - Part 2 TG

This is part two of my fictional story. The story of Jamie and his
experience as Beth's pet will continue through several more entries. Thank
you for the support. Sorry for the typos in part one (and likely this entry
as well); autocorrect can be a pain, and spell check doesn't catch many of
them.

Beth's Pet – Part 2

                Three days after Beth assaulted me and, as she put it,
"took my virginity", I tried to run away. It was a snowy afternoon, and
Beth had just gotten in the shower. I was in her laundry room folding my
new clothing. As I looked at my new undergarments, consisting of thongs,
boy shorts, and every other style of panty I had enjoyed adorning the ass
of a pretty girl I felt completely emasculated. With the water running and
my shame at a low I felt there was nothing I could lose.

                I looked through the pile of clothes for anything warmer
than the negligee I had on, and settled on a pair of hip-hugging jeans. If
everything went well, I'd be back in a real pair of jeans by the end of the
night. Adding a purple sweater, I felt it would be the best I'd manage. It
would be about a mile walk to the nearest road, and who knows how long
before I ran into any people, but I had to try. I'd look like a woman in
need, so maybe someone would be quick to help.

                I quietly slid on some boots and stole Beth's jacket. It
was small, but warm, so it would have to work. It felt like the air was
five times denser as I slowly turned the knob, and the brutal cold did give
me second thought, but with a look to make sure she hadn't magically
appeared behind me, I took a step out and toward freedom. I had gotten used
to the heels that Beth had forced me to wear for the duration of my
imprisonment, but in the snow I found a new set of challenge walking in
these ridiculously heeled boots. My "fuck me" boots, as Beth so kindly put
it. They certainly weren't snow boots. There wasn't time to waste, and this
just wasn't going smoothly. I was already cold, wet, and feeling silly in
my outfit. It didn't matter; I wasn't going back.

                It seemed like I had been walking for a while, and I was
curious as to whether I'd hear Beth's car driving down the small, long
drive to find me, but instead something strange happened. Beth later
revealed that she never even thought to rush out, knowing I had to learn
the hard way, and it wasn't a lesson I'd want to repeat. The collar that
was stuck to my neck began to make a beeping noise that quickened as I got
closer to the end of the drive. I took one step beyond the property line
and a sharp jolt of electricity shot through my body. She put a fucking
shock collar on me.

                The electricity sent me into convulsions as I fell to the
ground, every muscle twitching and seizing up. I managed to drag my body
onto Beth's property by crawling on my stomach, but even then I received
ten more milder, yet still quite painful, shocks. Recovering as I stared up
into the black night, snow stinging my cheeks, I felt the world crushing
me. I was truly stuck. I'd need a new plan for escape.

Soon Beth appeared in her car, taking her time to step out to look over her
prized prey. She simply smiled down on me before pulling a remote, clicking
it a few times, and pressed a button. This shock was the most powerful yet,
and I blacked out due to the pain.

I would come to back in the house, laying in a tub of warm water. Looking
down I could see my feet were purple, and probably a bit frostbitten. I
couldn't even get out of the yard. Beth sat on a large plot of land, but it
seemed so small once I found out that it now made up my world. I winced as
I tried to pull myself up from the water, but as I did so I saw Beth
sitting in the bathroom observing me. Feeling the color leave my face, I
lowered down again like a scorned dog.

"You know you misbehaved, so I am not going to lecture you. You won't do
that again, correct?" I nodded slowly. "You will be punished. Severely. And
you and I both know you deserve it." I found myself nodding again. She
stood up slowly and moved in closer, "You're going to look so much better
in a few months," she touched my chest. I gave her a curious look but all
she did was grab me a towel and pull me out.

Once dry, she led me to the bedroom, naked, by a leash. She had me crawl,
explaining that I hadn't earned the right to stand the rest of the
night. She had me crawl to the middle of the room where she pulled out a
cat-of-nine-tails whip and struck it against my back. My arms gave out and
I was face down, ass in the air, as she whipped me for 10 minutes. She
forced me to count each whip. She would strike me 94 times. A bloody heap,
I was helpless when she made her next move.

"Now for your punishment."

"I thought that was my punishment," I responded, bringing another smack
from the whip. I had forgotten, "I'm sorry Miss Beth, may I speak?"

She grinned happily as she set the whip down, "Better, my pet. You may."

"Wasn't that my punishment?"

"For failing to finish folding the laundry." I looked at her, pleading
silently for mercy, "Don't worry. This punishment will be much less
physically painful."

She walked to the nightstand on her side of the bed and pulled out a vile
and syringe. Poking the needle through the top and filling it, I watched
terrified as she measured out the proper dose she'd need for her sinister
plan. "I had hoped to give you a choice regarding this on our wedding day,
but at the very least this will make your training more enjoyable for me."

"What are you going to do?"

"What I want," she leaned down and injected whatever it was into me.

"What did you just do to me? What is that?"

"Your punishment. You will get one injection a day for the rest of the
year. You'll figure out what it is soon enough."

"Please, let me go..." I begged pathetically.

Beth ignored me as she stood up and returned the syringe to its original
location. She then went into the closet and came back with a red corset. I
looked up at her as she pulled me to my knees and wrapped it around my
midsection. The pain. Tightening the corset as much as she could around my
raw, wounded back reminded me how much power she had over me. I couldn't
breathe right and certainly couldn't fight her off as she touched up my
makeup and feminized me back to the standard she expected.

The doorbell rang as she fixed my hair, and I looked at her curiously. "Oh
sweetie, when I saw how bad the cabin fever was for you, I thought I'd
surprise you with a little fun." She stood slowly and put a blindfold on me
and a large glove like item that covered my arms completely and held them
behind my back. I heard her walk away after another ring of the doorbell,
and sat there in the dark, waiting.

I heard two sets of feet walk in a short time later. I heard Beth giggle
and then felt her hand on my head as she ran her fingers through my
hair. Then she grabbed a handful and pulled at the base, sending a small
yelp through my lips. Then I felt my mouth gagged again. Only, this was
different. Much different. It was warm, fleshy, with a musky smell. Oh
no. I tried to pull back but Beth pushed me forward, and I felt like I was
choking as she forced the cock down my throat. I started shaking my head,
but all I was able to do was give him a chance to thrust even deeper.

"This is Lucas. He's that eight-and-a-half-inch stallion who I
mentioned. No teeth!" She let his hand take over as he began face fucking
me, "He'll just take your teeth out if he has to. Don't make him ruin your
precious smile."

I certainly listened to that threat as I made sure to avoid letting my
teeth even come close to his cock. And that was not an easy task; he was as
thick as a damned Coke can. Beth's left hand began fondling my nipples as
her right worked itself into the crevice of my ass. It still hurt from the
other night, but I felt the involuntary twitch of arousal as my cock cage
tightened. Her touch sent waves through my body, and I felt myself
forgetting it was a cock in my mouth as I began to submit to his
thrusts. Putty in her hands, I'd do anything at that moment for her
entertainment.

His cock would eventually throb, and twitch a bit. This was about the
moment the blindfold was removed. Beth took my head and tilted my sight up
as I saw the man she had enjoyed fucking while I sat chaste for a year. He
was 6'6", and far more muscular than I was. I felt small. I rarely feel
small next to someone. "Look him in the eye as you swallow his load, he
enjoys that," Beth whispered. Oh god no. One thing I never had was an
attraction to masculine men. And now this linebacker was going to shoot his
load into my throat!?

He pulled my head against him, and I lost the ability to breathe as I took
him fully. I squirmed as I fought for air, but it was futile. Then it
happened. A warm shot of semen shot through his shaft and into my throat. I
gagged and tried to spit it back, but he held me easily, explaining, "Sluts
like you swallow before they get to breathes." So I did it. I swallowed the
sticky, thick load. It tasted like chlorine, but it would get
worse. Another shot followed, just as thick as the first. I swear it was
like drinking jizz from a hose. It may have been in my head, but it was
that unpleasant.

I coughed and gasped as he let my head fall free from his dick, and Beth
pet me like the proud owner she was. She reassured me, "You'll crave that
soon enough. Tell me his isn't ten times thicker than your weak
ejaculate. You've had both now after all." She then leaned in and kissed me
deeply, letting her tongue dance with mine. It was a moment of ecstasy
after an eternity of torment. Her soft lips seemed so much sweeter as my
own lip gloss covered set meshed perfectly with them.

"Mmm," her hand gripped Lucas' semi hard penis and started rubbing it,
"Good thing I gave him some Viagra." She pushed me to my back and got over
me, positioning herself in a perfect 69, before smacking her right
butt-cheek and looking to Lucas, "Show my love how her owner should be
sucked, stud."

Laying there beneath her, I watched as his massive cock stretched her
perfect pussy to its limit. A loud, joyous moan came out of her mouth as
she grinded against the monster. Her hips wiggled happily as his dick
disappeared into Beth. My Beth. I wanted to beg her to stop, but the idea
of what she'd do next if I spoke out of turn right now was terrifying. All
I could do was watch as she began getting slammed.

"Lick your owner, bitch," she would say soon after. I hesitantly complied,
and she could tell based on my effort. A twist of my balls corrected
that. I began trying to aid her orgasm with genuine effort, and I felt her
hands exploring my balls and caged cock, "God, this little clit you have,
Jamie... how could I ever be fully satisfied by this?" I couldn't argue as
I watched her getting screwed by the thing brushing by my face, "Good thing
you're tongue works fine. Cause this clit is no match for a real dick." I
tried to not respond, but I couldn't help but give her a slight nod as I
continued to lick her clit.

She would cum three times with the help of my tongue. Who am I kidding? It
was all thanks to Lucas' cock. I still had a weird sense of pride though,
thinking I still did something. The worst part was when he finished. I
could only watch as her pussy overflowed with cum, and the thick mix of her
fluids and his spunk spilt down onto my face. "Oh fuck yes!" she cried out
as her last orgasm joined his. This caused her to tense, forcing more of
the fluid out and onto me. His glistening cock pulled out, and oddly
enough, I found my mouth reaching to clean it. I didn't want to, but I
still did it. It even seemed like I wanted more.

Then she forced her weight down, and he pulled back as she began pushing,
"Eat me, slut, clean your Mistress out." Her pussy pulled me in as my
tongue licked and probed. I could feel her grind as I did so until she
seemed satisfied. Then, slowly, she got up, and I felt cold and alone as I
looked up at her while she gave Lucas a kiss. That fucker was kissing my
love, my girl, my owner. Owner? Thinking of her as an owner had begun to
become as common of a thought as thinking of her as my love. It was
strange.

"Ok Lucas, go grab some water, you have more work to do tonight. Let me
take care of my future wife and get her ready."

"Sounds good, babe."

I watched as he walked out, and felt Beth's hand touch my cheek. She pulled
my eyes to hers, and leaned down and gave me another one of those deep
kisses, "Ok sweetie, time for you to feel what that's like."

"May I speak?"

"No."