Disclaimer - I am not a professional writer, so please pardon some of the grammar and punctuation mistakes. This was just an elaborative scene development writing. Thanks for reading!

Walking to your rental car after the signing you are excited and happy it is over. You barely notice me standing near the door to the book store wearing a grey suit. As you open the door to your rental car and begin to put things in the passenger seat I suddenly appear behind you. You feel something poking into your ribs. I whisper 4 words in your ear. You know exactly what they mean, and will make you do exactly what I say. Any attempt to escape will cause something very bad to happen. We will get into your car and drive to the hotel.

As you drive nervously to the hotel your mind is racing trying to understand why you are in this situation now. You think of 1 or 2 ways to get out of this, but all of them lead to the same end - the bad one. You feel me watching you, sure that I am staring at your tits. Your top is revealing enough to show they are full and natural. They bounce enticingly as we drive over the rough California roads. Before you have time to think of anything to say my hand is on your right tit, squeezing it roughly. You squeal in objection, but you can't stop me because you have to keep the car on the road. To your dismay, your nipples get very hard and are not hidden from my notice. A second later your right nipple is between my fingers being squeezed very hard. Your squeal this time is less surprise and more pain with a hint of excitement. I continue squeezing harder for a few more seconds and you almost moan. I say "you are a slutty little cunt, aren't you?". You growl something under your breathe, but don't want to piss me off - the bad end, remember.

I get a message and type something on my phone. You assume sending an update on the status of our situation. A few more minutes pass and you feel my fingers on your right leg. Unfortunately you wore a short skirt for the signing. Your book was an erotic horror story, so you tend to dress to match the theme. Sitting in the car it had ridden up so that it exposed your thigh-high stockings, and barely covering the red g-string underneath and your beautifully smooth and bare slit. My fingers traveled up between your legs, you try to squeeze your legs closed, but while driving you weren't able to do it quickly enough. My fingers made it to the red g-string and found it soaking wet. "You really are a horny little slut! I knew it when I saw you. This job is going to be more fun than I thought." You have no idea what that means, and you are mentally cursing your pussy for being so eager to have those fingers inside it. My fingers gently moved around the cloth of your gstring and rubbed up against your bare lips - you swallow a moan, almost betraying what you truly wanted. Your legs stiffen and your eyes roll back in your head slightly, you almost lose control of the car. Instantly my hand retreats - "you like that too much...fucking slut". You have never considered yourself a slut, but....

We arrive at the hotel, breaking your train of thought. Getting out of the car you think about running, but again the result would be the same. I tell you to walk 2ft in front of me at all times, and do not attempt escape or alert anyone.

We walk inside, I go to the counter and retrieve a delivery. It's a bigger box, about the size of a large painting. Once in your room, I tie you to the chair, blindfold you, put a ball gag in your mouth, and put noise cancelling headphones over your ears. You strain to hear or sense something, but your senses are dark. There is the faint sound of jazz coming from the headphones, just enough you know it’s there, but not loud enough to identify the song. It blocks out that tiny bit of sound that might get through. After a few minutes you can feel movement in the room, like a gentle breeze that touches your bare skin. I am moving around you, setting something up. As you try to keep from drooling down your tits from the ball gag, you mind is turning on itself, “How did you get into this, you are just a writer...what do these people want? Why did they take it from me? Why is my pussy throbbing and so wet? When he molested me in the car, why did my pussy ache to be filled by his fingers...no, his cum?”

After about 5 minutes, or 30, at this point you couldn’t tell a second from a minute, you feel my form close to you. You feel something being placed around your neck. It's...leather and clinks slightly. A collar? It has to be. Then you feel the binds on your legs being undone, then your arms. They tingle as blood flows back into them.

You are hauled roughly to your feet and strong hands rip your top off, tearing right down the middle of your low cut top and bra. Your voluptuous tits spill out, nipples as hard as pencil erasers. Your mind is screaming, "he is going to rape me, and I can't stop him!". At that moment, I tear off your skirt, leaving you standing drooling and mute, blind and deaf, exposed in your gstring and stockings. The screaming inside your head is the only thing you can hear. But, deeper down there is a smaller voice, faintly whispering, growing minutely louder every minute - "you want his cum, do whatever it takes to have his cum inside you...".

You try to cover your tits, but a second later "SMACK!". You almost hear the impact before the sting of a flat smooth tool hits your ass. It sends a shockwave of sensations from your ass, to your brain, then down to your pussy. You scream behind the ball gag, but it comes out as a stifled and slobbery moan. Your legs buckle, and you feel your pussy gush and start to trickle down your leg. You are sure I can see it too. Once you regain your composure, you put your arms at your sides like a good girl. Still deprived of your senses, you are led to the bed and crawl on to it. You stay still, not wanting to be hit again, but that little voice is growing louder, and now it says "Make him hit us again!".

One by one, your limbs have soft bands attached to them, when the last cuff is about to be put on your right hand you yank it away - "SMACK!", the tool slams into your left cheek, which is completely exposed as you are on all fours, ass in the air. Your pussy explodes with what you think might be an orgasm (none like you have ever felt), and your head drops to the mattress as you moan and almost cry. That small voice, louder again, says "Cum, we want his cum!".

Once the last cuff is on, you feel something being tied to the collar, there must be a ring on it. It is twisted around so that your head is being pulled back, and something else is tied to the rope at the other end. Before your mind had time to even think what it could be, you feel scissors cut your g-string, and a cold metal ball is pressed on your asshole. Your mind is reeling and screams, "but I have never had anal!". It pops into your ass and you almost lose consciousness - it feels...amazing. The ball at the end feels more incredible than you could have imagined. It presses gently on your g-spot through your ass, and if you squeeze your pussy it gently rubs against it. There is still something sticking out of your ass, it is connected to the ball and won't let your ass close. It feels odd, but every time you shift it slides slightly and you get a rush of pleasure. You love the cold, hard, and unyielding feeling. And you realize quickly, that the anal hook is tied to your collar, and if you allow your head to fall forward it is pulled deeper into your ass. You test this a little, and relax, it slides deeper and your body quivers with an almost orgasmic shudder. That little voice is almost drowning out your sensible one - "What will it feel like if he fucks us in the ass?".

Your brain finally says "Us? What do you mean us?".

Holding your head at a still slightly unnatural angle, you feel your wrists and ankles attached to restraints. These are tightened and you are in a face-down ass-up position, unable to close your legs, your dripping wet pussy and filled ass completely vulnerable.

"SMACK!". The tool crashes into your right cheek and so many things happen all at once - your pussy and asshole clench sending alarmingly strong sensations of pleasure shooting to your brain - the ball pushes against your g-spot and your ass tries to push the hook out, but it just slides a half an inch increasing the pleasure. You let out a long scream that is more of a soulful wail with the gag in your mouth, and then you drop your head to the pillow, forgetting about the cause and effect of the collar and hook.

The hook retaliates and is dragged deeper into your ass - you wail with pleasure as it stretches you. Isolated from your other senses, your sense of touch is off the scale. 10 more hits with the tool come in varied timing and alternating between cheeks. By the 5th, you have mastered not yanking your head down driving the hook into your ass, but just moving enough that it caresses your g-spot. By end of the 10th you are panting like a dog - sweating and begging for cock inside you.

That little voice inside you acquired a bullhorn and is drowning out your brain - "FUCK US! DEAR GOD PLEASE LET HIM FUCK US!". There it was again, "us". But you don't have time to dwell on the word before you hear a buzzing sound.

At first it feels like a jackhammer. The Hitachi presses against your lips with an intensity you didn't think was possible. You use one of these all the time. Within seconds your whole body is straining at the restraints as you have a full body shaking orgasm. You can barely keep your head in place, but you don't care, growling into the gag you feel the hook drive deep. Your asshole clenching around the hook, it is like nothing you could have imagined. Then everything goes black...

A voice calls out to you in the darkness, "Feed us...Feed us, pet us, fuck us." Us, why do you keep saying us?

You feel warm and wet between your legs, but nothing else. You slowly remember that you have sensory deprivation gear on still. You are tied down and just had the most mind-blowing orgasm, no, orgasms of your life. You blacked out and now all you want is cock, cock inside you.

But, who is this that keeps saying "us"? And the "Feed us, pet us, fuck us." Where the hell did that come from? As these things flash through your mind you become aware that you squirted all over your legs, the bed, and your pussy is the wettest it has ever been. You have abandoned all thoughts of escape, and resigned yourself to a singular desire - cock. You need cock inside you, and the cum that follows.

You wiggle your ass, hoping, praying, that the universal sign for "Fuck me, pleassssse!" will be recognized. As you wait, sweating and panting, drooling continuously on the pillow by your face, you feel the most wonderful sensation on your sopping wet swollen lips, the bare skin of a very hard cock. You can tell from the first touch that it is very hard and big enough that it will barely fit, especially with the hook in your ass. That voice, once small, bellows like a giant "FUCK US!". Your now very small sensible voice says, "But, he isn't wearing a condom!". The other voice bellows over it, "We need his cum!".

The head, hard and smooth, rubs against your swollen lips picking up the juices it needs to enter. Slowly it finds the center, your singular voice screaming, "PUT IT INSIDE!". The head is bigger than you expected and stretches you out, but there is the hook.

Your pussy is 1/3 it's normal size with the hook in your ass. As the head pushes in and the shaft starts to enter, it has to push the ball up and out of the way. You inhale tentatively, knowing your holes have never been this full. My cock presses against your g-spot, buttressed by the hook, your legs quiver and you gasp. I push in all the way, slowly at first. Then without warning, I pull almost completely out and slam my cock as deep as possible in one stroke. You cry out as I pull back again, 5 more strokes and you explode, squeezing my cock out of your pussy and squirting everywhere. Your mind is a blank, all you can comprehend are the waves of euphoria radiating from your pussy and ass. You grip the sheets in your hands and forget about the hook again, burying your face in the pillows and ramming the hook deep in your ass. Within seconds, you feel empty, something changed...the hook is gone.

My cock pushes in your ass with no warning. Covered in your pussy juice and cum, it slides with little resistance. Your slut voice, that's what you have decided to call it, calls out "FUCK OUR ASS! CUM IN OUR ASS!". Still being tied down you don't have much latitude, but you thrust your hips back on me so that my cock buries itself balls deep in your ass. You get in a rhythm, pushing yourself back on my cock, milking it, burying me deeper and deeper in your ass. It feels better than you ever imagined. I spank your ass each time you push back on me, so that your ass tightens, milking me harder and harder. You and your inner slut are ready to take my cum, you start moaning louder and louder, squeezing your ass, silently begging me to fill your ass with my cum. "FILL OUR ASS! FILL OUR ASS!". I can't hold out, and I slam myself as deep as possible one more time, and you feel the hot stream of my load shoot deep in your ass. You cum again as my cock pulsates emptying the final ribbons of a huge load inside you.

I collapse on top of you, and you feel the weight of my body holding you down. My cock still hard in your ass. We lie there panting for a few minutes.

Then you feel me pull out. You regain your senses and think, "Shit, what now?" You have given in to your inner slut, gave up all hope of stopping me from taking what I wanted from you. But, what now?

Still lying on your stomach, you feel the rope removed from your collar, and and something else clipped in it's place. I move around the room a bit, and then come back to the bed. Something metal and cold touches your asshole again, but his time it isn't a ball, it's more pointed and angular. It is much bigger too. I shove the plug up your ass, trapping the cum inside. You squirm and moan, it's almost too much, too big. You strain against it at first, and then I push slightly on it, in and out. You arch your back and drool with pleasure as it rubs your sensitive insides. You want this in, you want to please me.

Your wrists and ankles are released, and then your gag, blindfold, and headphones are removed. The light is blinding, even though the room is dimly lit.

Your feel a tug at your neck, and you here me say "Are you a good girl?" You answer "Yes, we are.".

I say, "Then heel like a good wolf.".

At this point you realize you can feel fur against your exposed legs. The plug is a black wolf's tail. You walk on all fours, get off the bed and onto the floor. You follow me as I lead you with the leash clipped to your collar…to a cage. It must have been what was delivered to the hotel. It was erected next to the side of the bed. You are told to get into the cage like a good girl. You comply with no hesitation. You want this. We want this. The cage door closes behind you, and your look out the bars at me. My cock still dripping wet from your pussy, ass, and with a little cum still on the tip.

You look up with dark pleading eyes and say "Feed us, please."

I walk over to the cage and put my cock through the bars. You take it in your lips, and suck it down. It starts to get hard again and soon you are taking it down your throat, forcing yourself to choke on it. Those dark eyes watering and staring up at me. You want to be fed, you want to be fed now.