11.
A Drink on the Yacht
“Why did you stop talking, Dog?”
Dog gasps, Dog gurgles, Dog whines. No, he is no longer busy painting his cruel Goddess’ nails. It’s no longer daytime either, the tropical night has spread its warm-as-hell blanket over the Indian Ocean, the stars are shining lustfully.
But Dog can’t talk any more. He can’ take it anymore. It hurts too much: the memory of his own destruction as a man, as a free man, yes, as a human being in general, the transformation into Dog, Alanis’ dog and slave. The story of his own destruction, which the Goddess forces him to recite.
But it is not only psychological pain that paralyzes his tongue. It is also the pain of his body, which feels as if it has been impaled on a grill and slowly roasted from all sides.
Because Goddess Alanis is crouching on top of him while he is supposed to be talking. Alanis, beautiful succubus, sadistic demon, her freshly painted toenails drill themselves into the flesh of his belly, clinging to his body while her dagger-tipped claws dig into his chest and feast into it, her fangs deep in the flesh of his neck: She drinks his blood, sucks his veins, licks his wounds – while he is told to tell the story.
Now she looks at her creature, his blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, from her teeth.
“Why are you stopping?”
Dog gurgles, he can barely speak, his throat is full of blood, he’s going to die, he’s sure of it.
Alanis laughs. “You won’t die unless I want you to. You should know that by now.” She reads his every thought. Because he is her property, her creature, she doesn’t just rule over him, she rules inside of him.
And again she sinks her fangs into his neck, sucks the blood from his veins and at the same time lets her own blue poison flow back into his blood and nerve system through the wounds. A process that disembodies him further and further, transforming him more and more in to a helpless object of her desire: a puppet on her strings.
She releases herself again, smacking her lips, moving her face close to his. Her eyes shimmer in all colors.
“Tell me what happened to you after I caught you. Slave. Now.”
She licks her tongue once all over his face.
“Or there will be nothing left of you.”
So Dog continues to speak, gurgling, his blood boiling, his body burning… and Alanis’ teeth and tongue sink back into his flesh…
… to be continued…
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