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Written by Iron Badger

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This is a work of fiction of an adult nature and is NOT -- repeat NOT -- to be viewed or offered to minors AT ALL. The author assumes NO responsibility in this matter. Under NO circumstances are minors to view, purchase, possess, or be offered this work. The author also assumes NO responsibility if the reader is offended by work of this type, as it does contain elements that may offend some readers, including bondage and domination, and in some cases, discipline.

The mink stared at the coyote in fear.

He held up a manila envelope. "That’s right, this contains all the proof necessary to send you to prison for the rest of your life, or even possibly to the gas chamber for murder." He smiled at her, and put it on the table. " And of course, it’s only a set of copies. The originals are in a safe place. If I turn up dead, I've left arrangements for them to be delivered to the FBI; so you see my dear, you are completely at my mercy."

She swallowed nervously, licked her lips; "What do you want?"

He smiled a little wider, reached over to caress her cheek gently. "Why, I want you, dear." She stared at him a moment, not quite believing what he was saying. He elaborated. " I want you, as my obedient and submissive sex slave. I want you to accept my every whim, and do everything I require you to do, whenever I want it." She looked at him wide eyed. "That's not so much to ask, is it? After all, you did murder your husband to get his money; is it such a large price to pay, for your continued wealth and freedom?"

He reached into a large satchel and brought out a pair of items; a leather collar, and a ball gag.  He set the gag on the table, and held up the other piece. He smiled again, and spoke. " If you agree, take this and put it on. But remember, you cannot change your mind afterwards. From the moment you put this on, you must be completely obedient, or it’s off to prison for you!"

She looked at him with her huge brown eyes, then down at what he held in his hand. She quietly took the collar from him, and with a defiant flash of eye, she put it around her neck and buckled it closed.

The coyote smiled, and gestured. "Take off your blouse, and bend over the table."  The mink did as she was told, moving with fast, nervous gestures. She stood before him in her skirt and stockings, crossing her hands unconsciously over her bra. He pointed again. She swallowed, and bent over the table.

The male took a set of leather shackles out of the bag, then fastened her wrists and ankles to the table, leaving her legs slightly splayed.

He bent down again, and pulled her shoes off. Then he straightened, and ran his hands over her back; enjoying the sensation as she twitched involuntarily under his touch. He uncinched her bra, folding the edges slowly to the sides. The mink moaned softly, and he remembered the gag. He put it in her mouth, then snugged it in. A quick pull on the straps fixed it in place.

The coyote reached under her to fondle a breast. He smiled as he felt the rock hard nipple. She was clearly enjoying things so far.

Time to get down to business.

He unzipped the waistband of her skirt. She raised herself slightly, perhaps involuntarily, as he slid it off her hips.  He could smell her arousal as he slid the panties down to her knees.

He stopped to survey his handiwork. A finger to her slit proved her excitement; as did the deep, shuddering groan that still managed to make it past the gag. He examined his very wet finger with pleasure. Oh, she was hot, all right! He smiled more, as he pulled another accessory from his bag.

The mink stiffened in apprehension, as the coyote pulled her tail up, and strapped it over her back with another strap. Then he began to slowly rub the wooden paddle over her soft, round bottom.  He took his time; she wasn't going anywhere, after all.

The mink jerked at the first stinging smack of wood on her tender ass cheeks. She sobbed through the gag, mixed sensations of pain and pleasure running through her body.

The coyote began to build a rhythm of smacks, never too hard, and moving the point of impact around so that her whole bottom felt the sting of polished hardwood on soft furred flesh.

He stopped a moment, laying the paddle on the table, as he began to gently fondle her between the legs. She was now so aroused, juice was collecting in droplets and trickling down the insides of her thighs.

The coyote sighed in pleasant anticipation as he stripped off his trousers. He slid his fingers around his erection, savoring the sensations, then moved up behind her.  He reached down, sliding fingers in and out of her, then probing her depths. She responded with a deep groan, trying to push back against his fingers. He grinned as he took ahold of her hips, guiding himself into her.

The mink shuddered as she felt his penetration; he’d certainly taken his damn time about it!  She arched her back in pleasure as he filled her up. The competing sensations of him inside of her, and the residual sting of the paddling an intensely arousing experience.

The coyote pushed in slowly until he was sure she was ready, then began to thrust in and out with short jerky movements of his hips. It felt good; she was a bit tight, but well lubricated. He continued to mount her for a moment longer, then pulled out.

The mink tried to look over her shoulder at him. What was going on, why had he stopped? The coyote went back to the satchel, and pulled out a tube of lubricant. He coated his erection, then parted her cheeks, and began to apply a liberal dose of the water-based gel to her rectum, and the area around it.

The mink struggled briefly in protest, then settled down and quietly accepted the inevitable. She tried to relax the muscles, as she felt the tip of his penis enter her.

The coyote took his time penetrating the girl's anus. He went slowly, so that she had time to adjust to the intrusion. As he felt her relax, he pushed in a little deeper, until he was all the way in her.

The mink felt her eyes tear up, at the initial pain of penetration. After a minute or so, the pain faded, and she felt a pleasant burning sensation. That didn't feel so bad, and she pushed back against him experimentally. The pleasure increased, and she began to feel the onset of orgasm. It built rapidly, unusually intense, and she arched her back, moaning into the gag, as she hit the peak.

The coyote increased the speed of his thrusting, as he felt the girl relax under and around him. He began to feel his own rush of orgasm coming on, even as the mink bucked and moaned under him. He threw his head back and panted as he began to spew into her.

The two stood locked together a moment, as the rush slowly faded. The coyote pulled out of the mink carefully, and stood a moment. Then he untied her.

The mink stood and stretched luxuriously a second; still feeling the rosy glow from her experience. She embraced her boyfriend and kissed him.

The coyote held his girlfriend close. She looked up at him and smiled. "That was intense, Kevin, but remember that its my turn to be Dom next time." She patted his slim ass a moment and continued. "And I have some wicked ideas, you bad little boy, you!"

He laughed, feeling a delicious thrill of anticipation, as he tossed the manila envelope full of scrap paper into the wastebasket. "I'll be looking forward to it, Jenny!"

The End
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