Fan Fiction
Contents - [Prologue|Chapter 1|Chapter 2|Chapter 3|Chapter 4|Chapter 5|Chapter 6|Chapter 7|Chapter 8|Chapter 9|Chapter 10|Chapter 11|Ending #1|Ending #2|Ending #3|Ending #4]
Codes: BND, f/o, oral, anal, virgin, still Mdom/f
There was a relatively small dining area off to one side; there was a table with two settings on opposite sides. A tablecloth hid the sides from view.
"Before we have dinner," said Miller as he carried Dizzy towards the table, "there's something that needs to get done. So far, it's solely been us giving you pleasure."
Dizzy whimpered as he lifted the tablecloth. The legs seemed to be designed with various straps and ropes. Miller began carefully placing her under the table. "It's only fair," he continued, "that you give me some sort of satisfaction as well."
He attatched some of the chains to her collar, holding her head in place, then sat at the chair directly in front of her. Her head was between his legs. He pulled his pants down, letting them drop to his ankles, exposing his cock — it seemed around nine inches long, and already hard. He then removed Dizzy's gag and quickly pressed his cock into her mouth.
Dizzy whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. She felt so humiliated. With her head locked the way it was, there was nothing she could do about it, except possibly try to bite him, which really didn't seem to be a very good idea. Experimentally, she began suckling on it, and then slowly began licking. She was probably blushing more deeply than she ever had in her life. The fact that Miller shortly began groaning and thrusting his cock in and out of her face didn't help.
"Ohhh, yes ..." he grunted. "Your sexy little face ... ahhh ... I'll just love fucking it ..." A few drops began leaking out of his cock, and Dizzy squeaked at the salty taste. "Ohh, yes ... drink my precum up ..." grunted Miller. Dizzy whimpered, and as humiliating as it was, all she could do was swallow it as she continued licking and suckling.
Miller suddenly groaned out loudly, pressing his cock further into her mouth. Dizzy gagged, feeling as if she was going to choke. She shuddered and yelped, squeezing her eyes shut, which was just as well. Miller suddenly pulled out, his cock twitching and spasming, and then it squirted cum, spattering all over Dizzy's face. She yelped, her face beet red beneath his cream, feeling more humiliated than she'd ever imagined.
There was a pause as Miller caught his breath, and then he chuckled. "Mm ... you know, you look cute like that." He reached down to pull up his pants. "Dinner should be about ready soon ... better clean up your face!"
A moment later, she was in the bathtub again, wrists and ankles cuffed to her tail once more. Miller took a washcloth and began carefully wiping her face off. Dizzy whimpered softly; it felt ... better than the rough handling by the lab technicians and Dr. Krause. Miller definitely seemed to care about her, and that somehow made it worse.
After a moment, Miller toweled off her face, then lifted her up in his arms. "I could get used to carrying you around like this," he said, grinning wryly as he carried her to the table.
"Mou ... please just let me go," whimpered Dizzy.
Miller chuckled, and kissed her cheek. "I couldn't even if I wanted to," he said softly. "And if I could ... well, I don't want to anyway."
Dizzy shuddered, looking nervously towards the dining area. It looked like there were two places set, with identical meals there, but she didn't know if she felt hungry.
"Now, just so you know ahead of time," said Miller, "we're going to be taking control of your body. You'll still be able to see, and think, and in short recieve input, but Dr. Krause will be manipulating what your body does."
Dizzy looked up at him, eyes widening in terror. "W-what!?"
"Well, we will need to control you with something other than bondage if we're to get you to do what we want," said Miller.
She began to struggle, almost starting to panic. "N ... no ...!" Miller ignored her and simply placed her in the chair ...
And then she became immobile.
Her wings raised up, and a ghostly image of Dr. Krause's face appeared between them. "Mr. Miller, is that you?" his voice said, as if from a distance. Which, technically, it was.
"Clear enough," said Miller, moving back and undoing her bonds. "You?"
Abruptly, Dizzy sat up straighter and began to eat the meal in front of her. It consisted of beef strips, broccoli, and rice, although Dizzy herself was — let's say — not paying attention to the taste.
"It's mutual," said Dr. Krause. "Incidentally, sending commands to go through pre-remembered sequences of motion instead of trying to control every single movement was a stroke of genius of yours."
"Oh, I'm sure someone else would've thought of it," said Miller. "Can you make her play with herself?"
Dr. Krause snorted. "No," he said testily. "First of all, she probably hasn't done that before, second of all, we haven't had a chance to record that particular 'sequence of motion' from anyone else, and third of all, this is the bit of her that isn't fun."
"Oh, fine," said Miller. "But, ah ... you will wait for me to put her bonds back on before releasing her control?" He seemed to be staring at Dizzy's chest.
"Oh, of course we will," said Dr. Krause. "But I think —" He abruptly turned as if to face someone else. "What about her heartbeat?"
"And the other thing is," said Miller firmly, "you'll definitely want to use some sort of calming control on her afterwards before she goes into hysterics."
Dr. Krause looked flustered. "Oh ... of course," he said. "Er ... I'll just let you get on with your meal, then ..." His image faded away.
Dizzy finished her meal and placed her hands by her sides, then felt the immense panic within her starting to subside. It must be that control they had over her. All she could do was sit there, staring towards Miller as he finished his own meal, then walked over to her and reattatched her wristcuffs to her tail. Almost immediately, she regained control and burst into tears.
Miller picked her up, cradling her in his arms. "It's all right," he murmured. "We'll keep you safe, and fed, and give you as much pleasure as we can when we're not busy with work ..."
Dizzy merely sobbed as he carried her towards his bed, then detached her legs from her tail before reattatching them to each other, before attatching a leash from her collar to one of the bedposts. She didn't resist; she didn't have the emotional strength. All she could do was lie there as Miller held her close for another few moments, then got up and went into the bathroom. Dizzy could hear him running the shower.
After another few moments, she managed to get herself calm enough to try to assess her situation. With all her powers blocked the way they were, her bonds were ... well, impenetrable. She tugged at the collar around her tail, and found that it hurt slightly to do so. She sighed, leaning against the pillows, and waited for Miller to return.
He did so after a few moments, wearing a deep crimson bathrobe. "I figured I'd let you use the bathroom alone," he said, taking off her ankle-cuffs and taking the leash from the bedpost.
Dizzy blushed and got unsteadily to her feet, wincing at how stiff they felt. She stumbled towards the bathroom, led by Miller and the leash, and paused at the entrance to the bathroom. "Mou ... how ..."
"Don't worry," said Miller. "I'll be doing everything." He took off the rest of her bonds, except for her collar, and gently pushed her into the bathroom, then closed the door behind her. There was a click as the door was locked from the outside.
Dizzy sighed. She knew he probably had some way of watching her anyway, but she didn't really care at this point, given everything else he'd already seen. After flushing the toilet, she went over to the sink, and found a roll of toothpaste and a toothbrush with her name on it. She blushed, and brushed her teeth, before moving hesitantly to the door.
It opened before she reached it, and Miller smiled as he stepped in, a pair of wristcuffs in his hand. Dizzy took half a step back, then sighed, staring at her feet, and simply let him lock her hands to her tail once again, knowing that any resistance was pointless.
"Glad to see you're being so willing now," remarked Miller, running a hand through her hair. "Now ... on to more important things."
Dizzy shivered as she looked up at him, blushing as she guessed what kind of "important things" he meant.
"Tell me, Dizzy," he said, as he continued to stroke her hair. "Are you a virgin?"
She blushed deeply, and slowly nodded.
"Well, then," said Miller, "I guess technically, this is going to be your first time."
Dizzy let out a soft whimper as he led her by the leash over to the bed, then lifted her up, placing her gently on her side next to him.
He undid his bathrobe, exposing his bare and faintly muscular form, and smiled as he gripped Dizzy by her hips and placed her over his lap. "Get ready," he murmured, lifting her up and positioning her so that her pussy was directly over his cock. "It's time for the big moment ..." He gently lowered her down, carefully pressing into her.
She gasped several times, then let out a shriek. "AAAA! IT HURTS ... it HURTS ..." she yelped, squirming around his cock. It felt like something had torn inside her, and it was almost as if she was bleeding now.
Miller quickly pulled out of her. "Oh ... sorry ..." he said, startled. "I didn't know it would be that bad ..." He held her against his chest as she whimpered, shuddering. "I guess ..." He stroked her hair. "I guess I'll have to ... to take your ass, then ..."
Dizzy whimpered as he placed her on her stomach, then shuddered as she felt him pressing his large cock against her back entrance. A gasp escaped her lips as the head pressed into her, and she whimpered and yelped as he suddenly thrust all the way into her, then began thrusting in and out, a shudder rocking through her body.
"God ... so tight ..." grunted Miller, and reached down towards Dizzy's sex.
He thinks he can make me cum like THIS? she thought, but to her surprise and alarm, when he began stroking over her sex, she actually did feel twinges of arousal.
"AAaaaa ... n-no!" whimpered Dizzy, but she couldn't even struggle now as he picked up his pace, fingering her sex even as he raped her ass. She didn't want to believe she could feel pleasure in a situation like this, but once again she felt as if her consciousness was beginning to slip away, replaced by merely arousal. Her moans of agony became moans of lust, and her legs twitched as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge ...
And then Miller came inside her, groaning out loud as his cum filled her rear, and Dizzy herself squealed as a climax ran through her. It wasn't as intense as it could have been, but it was an orgasm all the same. She sobbed as he pulled out of her and went into the bathroom, and then he moved somewhere else and told Dr. Krause to use their control over her to force her to go to sleep ...
They took her from me. The one I swore to protect, once I knew of her existence. I helped her, brought her food I stole from the humans, and defended her from all who sought to kill her for that bounty put out by the government ...
But now she's been taken again! This time by greedy humans who only see her as a weapon, or as a toy. I will destroy those who have captured her ... I vow in the name of justice that I will rescue her, the one who is most important to me — my precious one, Dizzy ...
Dizzy yelped as she awoke, and tried to bolt upright, but she immediately felt a tug from the cuffs and collapsed back. She whimpered, frantically struggling in her bonds ...
Miller placed a hand on her shoulder. "Shhh ... relax," he said.
Dizzy froze. She remembered everything, and knew that trying to escape would only be a waste of energy.
"Now," said Miller, "we're going to finish what we started last night."
Dizzy's eyes widened, and her struggles began anew, kicking and whimpering. Miller had to tie her legs to the bestposts before he could even get between them.
"Now, relax," he said, in an almost condescending tone of voice. "You know this is going to feel good ..."
"B-but ... but I don't want it ..." she stammered, and then gasped as Miller stroked lightly along her pussylips, holding them apart with one hand, reaching up to pinch lightly at her nipple ...
Nude, he climbed up, positioning himself between Dizzy's legs, rubbing the head of his cock against Dizzy's pussy, before slowly easing his way inside her pussy. Dizzy whimpered, tensing up for the tearing pain from before ... but found only an overwhelming sensation of pure bliss welling up within her. It was as if her whole body was becoming electrified with pleasure, like nothing she'd ever felt before. And as Miller began slowly thrusting in and out of her sex, she gasped, shuddering and moaning with pleasure, squirming beneath him as her euphoria actually increased.
Miller groaned out loud, picking up his pace, thrusting faster and faster, and Dizzy cried out with pleasure, bucking her hips as if trying to thrust back, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she got closer and closer to the edge ...
And Dizzy squealed as the next climax hit her, her body spasming and shuddering with pleasure, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, as if she was being drenched in a torrent of ecstasy ...
Miller pulled out, then lay next to her bound form, kissing her cheek. "There," he murmured. "You're not a virgin anymore."