Pets 2: Pani's Story (15 page)

As if recognizing by her startled cry that she had reached her limit, he paused to allow the worst of the pain to subside. His left arm twined around her waist, his hand coming to rest beneath her, stroking the smooth flesh of her pubis. And despite the fading pain, she still jumped, kicking up her feet just a bit when his fingertips slipped between the folds to find the wanton center of her pleasure within.

She tried just once to dislodge him by twisting her hips away, but a sharp smack to her rosy bottom was a stern ‘hold still’ that she dared not disregard. Not even when he began to stroke her there, the assault as rhythmic and unrelenting as the renewed fucking he inflicted upon her back passage. It was an inconceivable amalgamation of pleasure and pain, and it carried her right to the brink of orgasm before she could stop herself.

And she did try to stop; her efforts to squelch the tidal ecstasy and evade his busy fingers ending with the abrupt assault he leveled against her tender pussy. Three sharp slaps made her hips buck up, riding upon the plug with short wiggles and twitches that shied just short of accepting the in and out caress of the large base. She stopped short every time and in the end he 66

had to help her, waiting until the full force of her orgasm began to wash over her before wrapping his arm tightly around her waist and fucking her with the plug again, hard and deep, no matter how she bucked and wailed, both flinging her legs wide apart and then snapping them tight together while she rode the waves.

“Good girl,” Papa soothed, rubbing her bottom and the small of her back while she gradually came back to herself. “Good girl.”

“Good girl,” she whimpered, drooped and exhausted across his lap, her back passage aching.

He left the plug seated firmly inside her as he helped her to her feet. Her legs trembled in the aftermath, her knees buckling weakly in and out while Papa cleaned between her legs with a soft, warm cloth. Then he put her down for an early nap, leaving her to sleep on the couch while he worked at his computer, her dress still pinned up around her shoulders and her bare, pink bottom openly displaying the wide black base of the plug still nestled inside her.

* * * * *

“Just like a roller coaster,” Pani whispered, her hands clutched under her chin where she gripped both her leash and the seatbelt so hard that her knuckles whitened. “Nothing life-threatening about roller coasters.”

She was still trying to convince herself of that when Papa started the car on and keyed in the destination. Her voice dissolved into a single, high-pitched squeak and her stomach lurched all the way up into her throat when they slid into motion. A soft whine of sound signaled the rising of the wheels and she barely had time to tighten her grip on the seatbelt before they were off.

They accelerated very, very quickly, and Pani’s squeak became a shrill whine as she drew her legs up to her chest and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. The nose of the car rose and she knew they were roaring up and away from the ground, headed for that one-way track high in the sky, not because she peeked a quick glimpse out the window but because she could feel gravity’s weight pressing her back in the chair. She grabbed both armrests, terrified that she was going to slide right out of her seatbelt and land in the backseat.

“Pani,” Papa admonished, and suddenly realizing she was screaming, Pani shut her mouth with a snap, instantly muffling the sound back into mews.

“Shh, shh,” he crooned, and stroked her hair with one hand, trying to calm her.

Eventually the car leveled out. Eventually, she felt them descend into that relatively gentle, curving decline and the second lurch of her stomach finally confirmed the rapid deceleration that preceded that blessed moment when the car finally lowered its wheels and the whole rollercoaster ride came to a complete stop.

Pani tried to get down on hands and knees and kiss the ground when Papa let her out of the car. He promptly smacked her bottom and pulled her upright, somewhat irritated as he brushed the dirt from her stocking-clad knees and the palms of her hands. With her leash wrapped around one hand, he led her up onto the sideway and down the manicured driveway of the strange house they had parked in front of.

Strange house, strange neighborhood, strange flowers growing along the walkway. The flowers sucked in their pale stalks and folded up their golden petals into tightly protective buds as they passed too closely by. She would have paused to examine those flowers more closely but 67

for the tug of the leash. Falling back into step behind him, she trailed Papa all the way up two short porch steps to the front door.

Knocking briskly, Papa clasped both hands and her leash behind his back, waiting patiently for admittance. And while they waited, Pani found herself looking down at the welcome mat, wondering. Curiosity finally getting the best of her, she bent to lift a corner of the mat, revealing a thick layer of dust from the passing of many feet and a key. She picked it up and handed it up to him, tapping at his side until he noticed her.

“No, Pani!” He grabbed her wrist to take the key at the very moment the door swung open.

Horribly embarrassed, he took the key from her fingers and gave it to the man standing at the door, saying something that sounded as if it might be a half-way sheepish apology.

“No, Pani,” Pani promptly echoed, but the man at the door only looked at the key in his hand and laughed. Stepping aside, he welcomed them into his home.

The man’s name was Ralhan and his wife, a tall and beautiful giant of a woman, Etle. They had three pets, human women who reclined in the living room on a blanket-full of toys, two sitting and one lying on her back with her feet up on the furniture. They were dressed just like her in thigh-length baby-doll dresses, their clothes a contrasting rainbow array of colors as apposed to her stark white one. Their shoes were Mary Jane black with jingle bells or bows at the toes, and hers were pink. But unlike her, they not only dressed like small children for the amusement of their owners, they behaved like them too.

The brunette was surrounded by picture books and puzzle toys, the chubby blonde with her doll in her lap, and the another blonde, slender and smaller than the others, her short curls only just long enough to ponytail at the nape of her neck, sulkily flipped through her book as she stole unfriendly glimpses of Pani from the corners of her eyes.

“Who are you?” Pani asked softly, in English this time.

Only the chubby blonde understood her, glancing up sharply in smiling comprehension.

“You’re American! I’m Sassa. Come sit here by me. I’m from America, too. San Francisco, California. Do you come from California too?” Ignoring Sassa’s offer to join her on the blanket, Pani shook her head. “New York,” she said softly, and then shied when she felt fingers touching her hair. She looked up to find Papa and the other couple deep in conversation together. They were all of them smiling at her, talking faster than she could follow. What she did understand was that Papa was showing her off, much to her surprise and embarrassment. And maybe even, deep down inside her, just a smidgen of delight.

That delight lasted only until Etle reached out to finger her pigtails, however, twining the long red strands of Pani’s hair around her elegant fingers. That was coming a little too close too fast for her comfort, and Pani shifted behind Papa, putting him between them. He tried to pull her back out into the open by her leash but she resisted, grabbing her leash with both hands and locking her knees, forcing him to literally drag her out from behind his legs.

He laughed, a little embarrassed, and Etle respected her wishes by not touching her again.

She did bend down, however, pressing her hands to her knees as she met Pani’s eyes at her own level.

She smiled, and Pani made a small effort to smile back at her, but she had no idea what they were doing here. She looked again at the three women on the floor, wondering if he expected 68

her to join them. And then she paled, wondering suddenly if Papa planned to leave her here.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide. Was she being put in daycare, or worse, was she being sold?

She reached for his hand, seeking reassurance, and this time didn’t fight it when he pushed her forward, as if encouraging her to join the women on their blanket amongst their toys.

“Sit here.” Sassa patted the space beside her, moving closer to the brunette to make room.

She held up her doll, beckoning. “Want to play? Say yes, they like that.” Pani turned to her papa. “I want to go home.” She wished she knew how to say it in his language.

“Binnie.” Etle snapped her fingers, gesturing to the sulky blonde, who had begun petulantly kicking at the couch cushions with her shiny black shoes.

“I want to go home,” Pani said again, plaintively, pulling at Papa’s arm with both hands. She tried pushing him towards the door, but he could be amazingly obtuse when he wanted to be.

The sulky blonde looked at Pani, and then up at her mama with dark, sullen eyes and kicked the couch one last time before grudging sitting upright.

Etle was neither amused nor placated. In fact, she frowned, lifting her chin as she contemplated her recalcitrant human pet.

“Home?” Pani begged, turning until her back was to the door and pulling at his fingers, but Papa was intractable. Deep in conversation with Ralhan, he nodded at something the other man said and completely ignored Pani.

Quietly excusing herself, Etle walked in amidst her little humans long enough to take Binnie by the arm, pulling her to her feet.

Pani may not have understood what they were saying, but as she dragged the misbehaving blonde down the hallway into a more private backroom, she discovered that begging was a universal sound. Regardless of what language was used, whining and tearful supplication were easy to identify. And so was spanking…Pani shuddered as the first crisp smacks promptly escalated the muffled pleading into high-pitched shrieks that seemed so dreadfully sincere that Pani could feel her own bottom crawling with dread. She wasn’t the only one either. Sassa was hugging her doll to her chest and looked as if she were already on the verge of tears herself. As if she were terrified that she might be next.

The man across from Papa beckoned to the chubby woman and she quickly scrambled to her feet, launching herself at him, open-armed and eager for comfort. What she got, in addition to the gentle caresses, was turned around so that her back was now to Papa, who looked on with avid interest as the back of her dress was raised and her ruffled, diaper-like panties lowered enough to reveal the swollen, slightly reddened swells of her very plump behind. Here and there, splotches of pale bruising marred the uniform pinkness.

Pani’s bottom clenched as the wails down the hall escalated even higher, more desperate and heart-rendingly penitent while that brisk smacking continued unabated. As Papa’s arm snaked around her waist, drawing her before him, Pani too sought a comforting embrace, but she started when she felt him raise her dress in a tit-for-tat show-and-tell for Ralhan’s amusement.

“Don’t!” Pani stiffened and would have pulled away, but Papa had come to know her well.

He caught her wrists, pinning them together behind her back while he hugged her close enough 69

to raise the back of her dress. He even lowered her panties, proudly showing off the faint welts that crisscrossed her buttocks, remnants from a switching she had received the day before when she’d fought going back over that padded chair for another round of that awful stretching that had become a daily torment for her.

Uselessly caught, Pani tried to relax. Yesterday had definitely proved it didn’t pay to fight.

And so long as he was just showing off her stripes and not adding to them…well, she could put up with that.

“Good girl Pani?” she asked, wanting that extra little bit of reassurance.

He stroked her hair, patting and rubbing her back. “Yes. Good girl Pani.” The other man exclaimed excitedly over her, but Pani was more focused on the sounds she could no longer hear coming from the back room. The spanking had stopped, leaving only the low pain-filled moans to drift back out to them, broken as they were by hiccups and sniffles.

Now and then, she could even hear Etle’s softly spoken words of comfort as she gradually coaxed the wailing sobs to an end.

Pani jumped when she felt two fingers tap at her arm. Still captured in Papa’s encircling embrace, his hands lightly caressing her bottom, bared as it was to the other man’s speculative approval, she nevertheless turned her head far enough to see Sassa watching her from the safety of her own papa’s arms.

“Have you come to live with us?” she asked, sending Pani almost cringing back against Papa’s chest.

God, she hoped not!

Nonplussed by Pani’s silence, Sassa held out her toy. “Do you want to play with my doll?” Snapping back around to stared at her, Pani lashed out, “Why would I? Why would you?

Why would anyone want to?!”

Both Papa and the man looked at her briefly, Papa patting her back once before their conversation continued.

Stroking her own papa’s arms, rubbing her cheek against the back of his hand, the chubby blonde lifted one shoulder in a seemingly half-hearted shrug. “They like it. You should always do what they like. Then they won’t spank you as often or as hard.” After a quiet moment, the blonde again held out her doll again. Pani felt her fingers twitch long before she raised her arm to take numb hold of the toy. While Papa crowed his approval, pulling her panties up and kissing the top of her head, she looked at it. The doll’s hair was black but pinned up into three pigtails, the same as Pani’s. They wore the same style of baby-doll dress too, with white ruffled panties and tights, and little pink shoes that buckled at the ankles.

She sighed and, with Papa giving her an encouraging nudge in the chubby blonde’s direction, her head bowed, she followed Sassa back to the blanket. They sat down together, side by side, and Pani stared uncomfortably at the doll in her lap.