Knotty Hellhound 2

[futa hellhound, futa-on-male, sounding]

 “I warned you what would happen if didn’t have the house spotless by the time I got home,” Sybil says, though she’s not angry in the least. In fact, she’s rather pleased that she gets to make good on her ‘threat.’

You try to make excuses by saying how you were busy and had a job interview and a harpy stole your phone and wouldn’t let it go because of its shiny backing, but she’s having none of it.

“It’s a good thing I got them in yesterday, isn’t it?” She says, grinning more like a devil than a hellhound.

Somehow you get the impression that even if you had scrubbed every little thing spotless and removed every speck of dust, she still would’ve found something to fail you on. For someone who was supposed to whip you into some kind of shape fit for proper society, she was doing a piss-poor job of it. Then again, you tended to let her get carried away.

Sybil marshals you into the fun room, and she indicates towards the padded chair. “Have a seat and we can get started,” she says, sounding exactly as you’d expect someone who gets to try out their new toys would.

With a sigh you remove your clothes, fold them, and place them in a neat pile on a nearby bench. Didn’t take you long to learn your lesson about leaving your clothes strewn about the floor. Maybe, in a way, her plan was working.

The cold vinyl always makes you jump, but at least it warms quickly. “Do your worst”, you say, crossing your arms in defiance. Sybil chuckles at your display and gives you a wink. “That’s what I like to see; it’s no fun if you don’t put up some kind of fight.”

She says that, but in the next breath she’s rummaging through the bins for a few lengths of rope. Whatever, you assume the position by reaching around the back of the chair and wait. Sybil binds your wrists together and then to the chair with her usual speed, keeping you nice and snug but not so much it hurts.

Naked and bound, you’re feeling a little underdressed compared to the hellhound, who’s still wearing her office outfit. “I think you’ll like this,” she says, pulling a well-crafted wooden box from a drawer. Sybil sneaks a peek inside, then snaps it shut and sets it on the bench in front of you. You ask her what you’ll be liking, since she doesn’t seem to want to show you. “And where’s the fun in that?” Sybil winks at you, then heads out of the room.

“Let me get changed into something more… comfortable. I’ll be back in a minute.”

She pads off, leaving you to ponder what’s in the long, somewhat thin box for a few minutes, though it doesn’t keep you occupied for long and you begin to grow bored.

“Did you miss me?” Sybil says with a throaty giggle. Turning to look, she’s switched into some lacy white lingerie. Her top is mostly see-through, revealing her ample breasts and puffy, pink areola, each capped by an eraser nub. With every step her chest bounces underneath the thin material.

Her bare, toned midriff gives way to panties and a garter holding up thigh-high stockings. Like her top, her panties strain to contain her thick tool and sack; and she’s not even hard yet. Though watching her sashay her hips and make her butt jiggle just enough, you’re getting to that point in a hurry.

Sybil leans down behind you, squishing her breasts into the back of your head. Licking and nibbling your ear, she whispers “This is going to take your breath away…” Her warm paws rub up down on your chest and stomach while she licks and nibbles your lobe a few seconds longer for good measure. Her earthy, hot scent fills your nostrils, leaving subtle traces of ash and mountains.

Just the slightest touch and scent and your switch is flipped, already half-hard.

Releasing you, she walks towards the bench, giving your face a few fwaps from her tail for good measure. Every motion she makes is purposeful and slow, and though she never looks behind her she knows you’re watching. The perfect, plump heart-shape of her ass as she bends over, her big, suckable balls squeezing out from the bottom of panties that had no hope of containing them. Side to side she sways, holding your vision captive.

So focused are you on her posterior, you fail to notice the objects in her paw until she turns around. She’s coating a long, steel rod of some kind – it’s gently curved near the ends, and the whole thing looks to be fairly long – with lubricant. Nervousness manages to override your lust for a moment and you ask her what that is, and what she intends to do with it.

The way she laughs isn’t comforting in the least. She saunters over then kneels, staring at your cock before her eyes drift up to meet yours. “This is what’s called a sound, my sweet,” she says, then takes a long lick of your shaft with her tongue. Her hot organ slathers you in her spit and your cock jumps to attention.

Taking a deep breath, you ask her what exactly a sound is, but the way she’s holding it – and where she’s looking, you’re starting to figure it out.

“It goes in your friend here,” she giggles, spreading your legs and edging closer. She drums the steel rod against your cock, sliding the cool object against you and showing how long it is compared to you. There’s no way that can go in there!

You object as much as you can, eyes wide, even if there’s a tiny bit of curiosity deep down.

“A little afraid? Aw, and here I was hoping you’d be brave,” Sybil says, making a pitying face.

She’s not going to force it on you, is she? You ask as such with a quiver to your voice.

“This is supposed to be punishment,” she says with an evil glint, stroking your dick with a free paw.

You gulp, but Sybil works to relieve your nervousness. Her tongue wraps around your cock and guides you into her mouth while a paw goes to work on your balls. The soft, supple pads tumble and knead your sack and her hot mouth effortlessly takes most of you in.

Her squirming tongue slathers and presses against the bottom of your cock, catching on the ridge of your glans as she bobs her head back. Sybil’s cheeks indent when she pulls back, then puff out as she leans forward, taking you deep and tickling the back of her throat with your cock.

Warmth begins to bubble up from within you, working up your cock and depositing a clear, salty treat in the hellhound’s mouth. You’re forced to gasp as it signals Sybil your readiness and she redoubles her efforts. Her lips press against your crotch as she rams you all the way down her tight throat, and with a happy little moan that sends vibrations through your shaft, she slowly pulls you from her neck – only to bob forward and take you all in again and again.

If this is punishment, you could certainly get used to it.

More and more precum oozes from your cock, and then, with one final squeeze of your balls, Sybil pulls all the way off. With a pop your cock emerges from her mouth, glistening in her spit and a river of precum that springs forth.

“All ready to go,” she says luridly.

She brings the steel rod up and near, resting one end on your cockhead. “Here we go…”

Before you can plead with her to stop, the tip of the steel instrument flares your opening. Aided by the synthetic lubricant and your natural pre, it begins to slide down by its weight alone. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel parts of you stretching and expanding that had never before.

“Told you it’d take your breath away,” Sybil coos, rubbing the inside of your thigh with one paw while the other holds the rod.

Your pulse quickens and your eyes are locked on the rod, watching as more and more if it disappears inside your cock. There’s a sharp pinch that makes you flinch, but Sybil just shushes you and continues to watch with a grin. A slight burn that reminds you of the first time you tried anal, along with the accompanying stretch.

Waves of sensations flood you; bits of pain, sharpness, along with the satisfying sensation of fullness. It hurts so good.

Time seems to come to a standstill as the glistening thing pierces you, your urethral opening gaping and stretching to accommodate the intruder. Finally your body forces you to let out the breath you’ve been holding and you suck in another, but the rod has ceased is descent.

“Great, isn’t it?” Sybil asks, her paw moving from your inner thigh to your cock and giving it a gentle stroke up your cumvein.

You can’t speak, but somehow, do a very slight nod. It’s almost indescribable, like losing a virginity you never thought you had.

Then, taking a forceful grip on your cock, she forces it straight up. No longer impeded by the curvature of your dick, the rod renews its slide. Deeper and deeper it drops, making you squirm and gasp. It alternates between pain and pleasure so much, so fast, you have no idea what to think. You whine and buck your hips up in reflex, but it only aids in forcing a length of the rod in that much faster until it hits another snag.

You can’t see it, but you can feel it – a stretch and fullness only halfway down your length. It’s felt like it’s been an eternity.

“Oh my, want more do you?” Sybil says with a raspy chuckle, and again she adjusts you.

Your mouth forms a silent scream, but of what, you don’t know. The curved rod dips further and you tremble, feeling the now-warm steel plunge deeper than you would have ever thought possible.

Short, quickened breaths escape you when you remember to breathe, but the longer it lasts, and the more of it is in you, the better it feels.

Bit by bit the pain subsides, replaced by something else. It feels good, but in a different way. A forbidden pleasure; a taboo. That which normally does the penetrating has been itself penetrated, using your precum as lubricant to force its way deep inside.

More and more of the rod disappears, until you feel it bump into something at the base of your cock. There’s still half the length yet of the rod, dangling in the air.

“We’re almost to the good part,” Sybil says, then pats your leg. “You’ve been such a good boy!”

What is she talking abo---

Open-mouthed and staring at yourself, you grunt and groan as she pushes it deeper. The tip decends into your body and the other half of the curved thing forces you apart in new ways. Your legs shiver as more and more of the steel vanishes down your dick, your slit gulping it down greedily. There’s pressure, stretching, fulfillment, deep within you.

And then, a burst of heat. You throw your head back and let out a staggered, incoherent moan.

“Oh ho, there already?” Sybil says happily. “How does your prostate feel?”

She taps the exposed end, driving it into your prostate a second time, crossing your eyes as you feel a desperate need to cum.

Working delicate and fast, Sybil pounds your prostate directly with the rod, and her mouth vanishes from view. Her tongue licks down your balls, pausing to pop each orb into her mouth. She suckles on each one gently, never breaking from bouncing the rod up and down in quick, short strokes.

You write in your seat, struggling and bucking and feeling like you’re going mad from pleasure and pain, whirling together to overload your senses.

With each of your testicles good and coated Sybil’s face drops lower and your feel her tongue slither down your sack and across your taint. Mercifully she quits hammering your prostate with the sound, using both paws to spread your legs. Her face buries in your crotch and her tongue circles your backdoor.

Compared to the rod in your cock, her tongue feels like nothing as she pushes it into your ass. In your fogged mind you don’t connect what she’s doing as her tongue delves further, spreading you open as she seeks her target.

It doesn’t take long before her probing organ finds its mark – a bud of firm flesh through your walls.

Your eyes clamp shut and you grunt as her tongue presses against your prostate and her paw forces the rod in.

Massaged and prodded from two directions at once, your prostate overloads you with sensations. Your entire body tenses as it feels like electricity courses through you before you go slack. Sybil just laughs, her tongue deep in your ass, relentless in its assault.

Just when you think it can’t get any better/worse, she draws the sound out in one fast, long motion – taking it to half-mast before ramming it home again.

Stars explode before your eyes and your head swims, utterly overloaded. Precum is flowing forth in quantities you never knew were possible, and it feels like you’ve been on the cusp of orgasming forever. There’s just one little more push needed.

And Sybil is delighted to give it to you. Fucking your cock with the sound, plunging it in and out like your cock is nothing more than a pussy or ass to be abused by a dildo, your mind goes white.

Your whole body pulls taut like a bowstring and explode. Hips lurching up and back arching, you let out a feral scream as you cum so hard the sound rockets out of your cock, followed by a long stream of thick, hot cum.

You cum and cum, splattering across Sybil’s face as she gasps in surprise and joy, enjoying the one-man bukkake you’re giving her. With every jet your whole body contracts and you lurch, cumming so hard you can’t think or speak or do anything except shoot out more and more.

Finally, you collapse, utterly spent and panting. If your hands weren’t bound you’d probably have fallen off the chair.

“Have fun?” Sybil asks, patting you. “I guess that wasn’t much punishment, was it?”

You can’t even form a response. You just kind of lurch as a response. Sybil licks as much as your spunk off her face as she can, but ultimately has to grab a nearby towel to remove the rest. You have to hand it to yourself – that was quite a lot.

“But watching that, well,” Sybil stands, and you manage to lift your eyes to her crotch. Her massive, red, knotted puppy pecker is half out of her panties, straining against the fabric. A river of her crystal-clear pre drips from the pointed end, forming long tendrils that stretch and snap over and over. “That got me a little turned on…”

She’s quick to untie you, and helps you to the bed. Some of your strength is starting to recover, and somehow, your cock is still hard – though it feels a little vacant now. Already you want something back in it.

“I can’t wait, hurry, get on your knees,” Sybil whines, giving your behind a swat as you take the position. Looking back, you can see her thick tool literally throbbing with need, and as soon as your backdoor is exposed she pushes down the edge of her panties to let it flop free.

Wasting no time, she lines up her pre-soaked dick with your ass and rams it home, shoving you forward as she staggers and her tongue lolls out. Your ass, wet and stretched by her tongue, accepts most of her length with ease, but she stops short with her knot.

Your cock springs to life again as your poor prostate is squished beneath the invader, belting out a rope of whitish pre-cum. The feeling of fullness in your guts isn’t quite the same as what you wanted inyour cock, but it’s a passable alternative.

Sybil humps in earnest, grabbing your waist and pulling you into her as she thrusts forward. Her rough treatment gets your cock drooling even more, and with every heavy impact her thick knot spreads your wringing asshole a little further.

Short yips escape her every time she slams home, but she seems a little frustrated. Pausing for a moment, her cock still nestled within you, she climbs up onto the bed and hunches over you. She’s able to lean down and lick your ear and down your neck before she bites lightly; enough to let you know she’s there but not enough to draw blood.

Holding your neck in her mouth she starts to fuck you in earnest, building into a tempo that has her big, swinging balls slapping into yours with wet slaps from the endless pre she produces.

Then, finally, her knot slams hard, but your tight pucker won’t allow her passage. She growls and presses down on you, forcing you into the bed as her hips press harder and harder, spreading you wide. You gasp and scream – you’ll never get used to that fucking ball of red flesh – and she growls more. Just when you think you can’t take anymore, her thick orb passes the halfway point and disappears inside, your backdoor swallowing her up eagerly as it feels like a melon has been forced up your ass.

Your abused prostate gives one last gasp and you cum, spraying a few weak, yet still thick ropes onto the bed as you fall onto your stomach. But Sybil is not satisfied and humps you in short, hard strokes, until finally she releases your neck and howls in triumph. Her fat cock and knot fatten even more as her virile load floods through her before blasting into your guts.

Immediately you can feel that hot hellhound spunk spray against your walls before pooling and sloshing, but she keeps going. With every spurt she thrusts, timing her rhythm to get her seed as deep into you as possible. Your belly begins to stretch as the productive hellhound released her fountain of mirth until she’s spent and falls on top of you.

With her knot fully buried, there’s no escape from her or her boiling semen. Panting happily, her big fluffy tail wags about in the air. Her paws wrap around you in a cuddle and she gives you an affectionate kiss on the cheek. “You’re such a good fuck. I could do this all day…”

You mention that after what you went through, you’re good for a while. Everything south of the border hurts. Sybil laughs, but then makes a soft gasp as the action draws her knot against your backdoor and makes her shudder. “When I get free, I want you to use that,” she points with hers to the sounding rods, “On me.”

Really? She still wants more?

“You know it,” she says in a dreamy sigh, closing her eyes and resting against you.

With nothing else to do and nowhere to go, you take a nap as well. It’s rare that you get to control things, and you’re sure not about to let it go to waste.