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Her body is lathered in a thin layer of sweat that catches the light and glistens. Her chest is lifting up off the bed, straining against the rope with every fluttering breath she takes. He looks at her beautiful pink cunt, smooth and spread open, drenched in anticipation, and he whips her across her tits again, just to watch her thighs go to close. Something they can never savour. Her legs are stretched apart. Bound. She cannot dull the ache - her release is monitored by him – and they both relish that fact.

She’s been edged repeatedly to the point of madness. There’s no gag around her mouth tonight, no slither of drool rolling down her neck. He wants to hear her. Is pretty sure she wants the right to beg and seethe and whimper in between letting out obscenities under her breath. Foul words come out in halves – a …uck here, a …the shit..? There. She’s making little sense.

Watching her body flinch under the leather whip, controlling the whip that comes down upon her stretched out little cunt, spread open by his ropes just for his pleasure, she’s nothing like the woman outside their haven, out there in the world. He doesn’t recognise this woman begging one moment, letting out guttural curses the next. Admitting through a strained voice that yes Master, this one is a dumb little greedy slut who desperately craves cock. Who is this animal? This creature? What deep corners of her mind did this feral entity come from? The way she speaks, when she’s not breathless, that low register, that barely human growl. He recalls the sensation of a scratchy throat just by listening to her.

The things she says. The things she wants. It’s infectious. He can see it slinking down her legs, off her clenched toes towards him. It’s creeping over him. He can feel the self he projects to the world fading. He can feel his skin bristle and crack, peel away. He is tearing free. He doesn’t know who this new person is. They will find out soon enough. Her transformation sparks his own. They’re changing together. Feral, primal. Whole. And he desperately wants her.

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