bakerstreet | A Master/Slave Meme

"F-Fuccck you!!" Mokou growled, her body still being ravaged by the electricity. She turned her face away as best she could, rubbing her cheek against Chloe's crotch as a result while she whimpered pathetically, another shock running through her body. "I-I'll nev--fuck!-- I'll never ask you for that!"

It infuriated her. All of this. The way that Chloe was talking to her like she was a real pet, like she was a toy to be messed with, like she was her's. When she was done being stubborn? This wasn't about being stubborn! She was going to have a taste? Like hell! She was going to beg to be fucked? Not in a million years.

Those thoughts were getting harder to hold onto, though. Electricity seemed to be effective at tensing up her body, but if it kept up then her inhibitions might be loosened. Not like she'd have much of a choice, soon enough.

At least she could always bite her tongue off and bleed to death.

"P--Put it off! The-- The collar is-- stop, dammit!!" Chloe was bound to love the desperate tone in her voice, and she'd probably enjoy the genuine fear and agony she could hear along with it.

Unfortunately for Mokou, Chloe was watching for attempts to bite her tongue off. The girl was an immortal, after all, and she half expected her to try some fool like that just to get away from her. Stopping her from doing it might prove hard, but she was definitely wary of her toy breaking herself early.

"Not until the puppy's begging properly. Go on, let's start simple," she said in the most syrupy and vile voice she could manage, offering her right hand palm up. She sneered at Mokou and giggled.

"Paw. Give me your paw."

Paw? If she gave her paw -- her hand, she scolded herself - to Chloe then the collar wouldn't shock her, right? She could do that much, at least. Ignoring Chloe's teasing voice as best she could, Mokou lets her thoughts rage a battle inside her head.

Start simple? Beg? She wasn't going to... she wasn't a fucking puppy!

But every new spark from the collar was just adding to her pain. And it was just a paw.

Yeah. That was fine. It was just a paw. Hand.

"F-Fine!" She reaches out, grasping Chloe's hand tight and squeezing from the pain. "I did it, stop the colla--"

Oh, did it stop? It stopped? Mokou stays put with her hand in Chloe's, her body limp on the floor and her breathing extremely ragged.

"Good girl," she said, shaking the hand like you would a puppy's. Then she released it and held out her other hand, switching that one to scratch behind Mokou's hear. She could hear the way that the girl's breathing was ragged.

"Now, give me your other paw," she said, looking down to see if the pain had gotten to Mokou enough to make her reaction time faster, wanting to avoid more pain. If so, it would be time to up the ante a little.

"Alright, I'm behaving so you can take this collar off already. " She gritted her teeth in annoyance, shaking it from side to side. She didn't know how much more she could stand, and that was what she thought before Chloe was scratching behind her ear. She let out a little sigh of... something. Pleasure. Rage? An indignant mix of both?

It was both. And she hated it.

"Gnhh... no..." That was enough. Enough of a request to make her go back to square one and enough to make her start growling in pain all over again. "F-Fuck you, Chloe!"

She was trying to yank her other paw. Hand. Away from Chloe's humiliating control.

Electricity ran through her body. The collar was designed to carefully avoid lethal shocks, but in the end it was also meant to continue the pressure on its target. And, as she'd warned... it wasn't coming off until she properly learned. She was giggling at her.

"Other paw," she said with all the placating and humiliating patience of someone legitimately training a dog. Her other hand reached back and plucked out a dog treat. "Don't you want your treat?"

...yes, Mokou, your treat is a milkbone.

Humiliating was an understatement. Mokou was actually hoping that the electricity would eventually kill her - unaware of the fact that it would never happen. The giggling and Chloe's tone of voice went straight through Mokou's mind. She'd be gritting her teeth until they shattered if such a thing was possible but, even if that was possible, she couldn't grit her teeth at all. Her mouth lay open like she was a dog.

She looked up at Chloe pathetically, her eyes starting to moisten with tears and but lacking absolutely no malice.

"Hnnn-- N-No!" She reached out despite her words, seizing Chloe's hand like it was a lifeline, her body shaking as though she needed physical and emotional support. "I... I don't want the treat, dammit!"

"Of course you do," she said, shaking her hand as the power seemed to switch off. She broke the biscuit in half and practically shoved it into Mokou's mouth, grinning at her and leaning forward with a hellish look in those eyes.

"Now chew it up and swallow like a good doggy. Tell me how good it is by giving a nice, little yip, and I'll give you the rest."

This close, the faint aroma of Chloe's arousal would be apparent. She... was getting off on this, Mokou.

She was doing her best to ignore the smell coming from Chloe. Her very best. She already knew the pervert would be enjoying this a whole, whole lot so she needed no reminders.

"You..." Her mouth was full of dog biscuit and it tasted awful. She grimaced at the taste and decided it wasn't worth keeping it there while she struggled to speak. That was like willingly making herself look pathetic.

So she spat it on the floor, still in one piece. Well. The piece it had been broken up into.

Spit, SHOCK

"Tut tut," she said, waggling her finger and reaching down to pick up the dog biscuit while the shocks started to fade. "Good little doggies don't waste food. There are starving Chow Chows in China that would love to have a biscuit. Eat it."

And she offered it in her hand, clearly expecting for Mokou to eat it right out of her hand.

Grr.... FINE! She bites down on Chloe's hand forcefully, hoping to take a finger or something with her, but that's hard to do with a repeated current running through her body from the neck outwards. Just swallowing the biscuit was a chore, thanks to the pain she had been left in.

At least she hadn't chewed it. Swallowing it whole was the only way to do it.

And no way in hell was she going to yip or yap or bark or woof.

"Now, cuddles. Speak," she said, holding up a finger in front of Mokou as she wrenched her hand free and chuckled. She was leaning forward, right in her face. "You do know how to speak, don't you dog?"

The sopping wet hand ran across her pants before disappearing into a satchel at her waist. She had that wicked look in her eyes again. Was that the jingle of a harness?

Hand in a satchel. Satchel making a metal noise. That look in Chloe's eyes. She was going to hate herself for this, but she didn't even think much about resisting. Whatever was waiting for her couldn't be much worse.

"Yip! Yip yip!!" Her eyes drilled holes into the ground and she almost sobbed already. That was enough, she hoped...

She started to walk back behind Mokou, her hands not on her now. "Stay," she said very softly, booted feet coming to a rest to either side of the girl, resting there against the base of her feet while the sounds of fabric moving could be heard. A moment or two later, there was a kick, and any time Mokou might have tried to look back, a hand wrenched at her head, keeping her from watching what was going on behind.

The kick, though, sent her pants to the ground just in front of Mokou.

"Lift your hips up and hold still, dog. Your master wants to claim her ownership, and you're clearly the sort that needs to be ... broken in."

Lift her... hips? Because Chloe wanted to...

"No! Gods no!" She yelled, ignoring any shocks that came her way while she tried to scramble away. "You are not! coming anywhere near me!"

Apparently "stay"ing just wasn't going to happen.

Try, but fail. She grabbed for the leash attached and yanked back savagely as the electrical current would wash over Mokou's body. Of course, at this point she didn't need to change anymore, so she grabbed for a fistful of silver hair to yank her head back and haul at the girl, probably pressing her back against the feeling of something long and hard pressed up against her back.

"I will beat you until you obey, you know," she hissed. "Until anyone who sees your body won't recognize it's yours, instead of a mass of bruised flesh."

"NGGGgH- G-Get the fuck off--!" She hissed and growled and spat out the response through the yanking of the leash and the waves of electricity. Her eyes were sliding shut until the long object pressed against her back (or vice versa) when she remembered what was about to happen.

"I--I've already been like that more times than I can remember!" She snarled "A-Anything else, dammit!"

Because she was able to negotiate here. Right?

"You can pick," she spat, gripping hard and painfully at her hair to drag her bodily against it, grinding the feel of the toy over the small of her back. "Door number one, or door number two. That's the only choice you get, dog. Not until you've proven yourself worthy of any other treatment. I will beat you until I find a way you're not used to experiencing in terms of pain. Hell... I might beg Thanatos to let me pay a payment to him, just to get you your regeneration back."

"So we can experiment. You. Will. Yield. Or I will show you the sorts of things Demeter did to me."

Her scalp burned when Chloe yanked on her hair, and she was reduced to letting the toy rub against her teasingly. She knew that Chloe could, at any moment, stick it inside of her and leave her in agony, if she desired.

"What did Demeter do to you?" Was her first response. The threat of pain didn't normally register with her, after all. "W-What's behind the doors, anyway?"

She was trying to look around to see Chloe, but it wasn't working. Obviously.

The hand with the chain in it eased though the pull at her scalp did not. Fingers reached down to tap once at her crotch. "Door number one," she said in a sing-songy voice before tapping her rear. "Door number two. And she took me with thorned vines until she snapped my neck after my body was near useless. Believe me... I've learned a thing or two about what a human body can endure. With regeneration..."

"Do you really want me to test that?"

Both taps send Mokou's mind further into despair. She'd rather be beaten black and blue than suffer either of the things Chloe was making her choose between!

"Go... eat... shit."

Best life choices.

She grabbed her and muscled with her body to try and put her on all fours, cackling as she ground the toy up against Mokou's rear roughly, rubbing the flat of it to her tight ass. "Door number two it is," she whispered heatedly, grinding it more and more between the cheeks and pressing up against Mokou's body but not yet pushing in.

No, she wanted her to know it was coming first.

"Chloe-- Chloe quit it! I'm not messing around!" This wasn't actually happening, was it? It was a joke on Chloe's part. It had to be. "C'mon... this isn't fuckin' funny!"

Her face was a brilliant shade of red, and it only felt like it was worsening as the toy rubbed against her ass, threatening to force its way inside.

"I'm not-- I don-- I'm not ready for this, alright?! Please!"

She pulled back, turning the toy in on the girl as she pulled what little fabric she'd allowed to remain on her body at this point. Just a half inch, just a nudge, a worming and a grinding. "Go on, jerk, fight, feel the electricity making your whole body shudder on top of it," she purred, teeth bared.

"Or does puppy have another suggestion?"

"Nghh-- don't! I'm-- I'll kill you!!" A pointless threat to someone like Chloe, she was sure. But it was the first thing to spring to mind. This was bad. If Chloe told her to bounce up and down or thrust her hips she couldn't say no for fear of the electricity. "I-- I'll do anything! Just don't do it!"

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