Hey it’s Saffron’s horny blog! 20, She/her transgirl just here for a good time. No under age (must have age in bio/pinned), no cis people, no trans fetishits, and no general creeps. I check every blog that follows me, I’ll know. Mutuals feel free to dm!
uhhh, ma'am, i'm not sure if you noticed this minor faux-pas but your erect horsecock is resting on my face. you're getting pre in my hair, ma'am. ma'am. mmph-
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cleo tends to be pretty quiet in bed, they don't really make much noise that they don't like, choose to make, and gem decides that she wants to rip something out of them. a moan, a whimper, just something. and she's eating cleo out with the same technique that she knows would have pearl crying by now, but cleo is calm and collected and occasionally just murmuring corrections + praise to gem and it's pissing her off so badly. and eventually she snaps and is like "can't you just moan for me!!!" and cleo hums like she's thinking about it, and gem goes back to desperately trying to pleasure her, and when she least expects it cleo does moan, and it's so hot that gem (humping a pillow while she eats them out) comes right there and then, and then she looks up and cleo is smiling, and she realizes that they did it on purpose because she asked and that she hasn't forced anything out of them.
It keeps defiantly insisting "I'll never lose to you!!" as if it's not sitting in my lap while I brush its hair leaning in to my touch so delicately. Its body automatically moving out of the way of my motions, following along with my every push and pull. I hear it lightly moan when I "accidentally" pull too hard and I hear it mutter thank-yous when I tell it how pretty its hair is.
Tomorrow, I'll dress it up and show it off to the world, and it's excited for this even if it won't admit it out loud. I can see it in the way it blushes, rubs its legs together, stomps its feet, and tries so hard to avoid my gaze. As if that ever stopped me.
What could this be called if not total defeat? But, no, it'll 'never lose', this 'doesn't count', it'll 'defeat me next time'. Whatever makes it happy, I suppose.
The other girl in the basement has more chain, and never talks to you. You tried, of course, when you first woke up shackled to the wall. Screamed at her until you went hoarse. You didn't have enough leash to get anywhere near her, or do anything besides lay down. She went about her day, cycling between calisthenics and reading a stack of books next to her nest of cushions. She was probably in her late thirties, and must have been a fitness nut before this.
The captor, because she never gave you any other name, never interacts with her in front of you. She's younger, and talks absentmindedly, but rarely seems to expect or want an answer.
Once every day, she comes downstairs with cattle prod and hood in hand, and takes you from the claustrophobic basement up the stairs, right turn, five paces, into another windowless room. It has only a treadmill and a chair. You refused, at first, and learned exactly how badly a cattle prod hurt. You swore to never eat meat again after your escape.
The captor demands nothing else of you, and answers no questions. She takes the other girl at different times, for far longer, and she returns with deep bruises, sometimes bloodied. You try to be grateful.
Each day you run, as fast as you can, for however long she makes you. The pace ticks up, day over day, and your heart rate settles into a comfortable spot. What had once left you gasping and pleading to stop, spurred on only by violent threats, is now an easy jog.
You couldn't say how long it had been, the day the routine changed. The captor took the other girl, and then came down again for you. Up the stairs, left turn, ten paces, down two short steps and… a breeze?
The hood comes off, and you're outside. It is late afternoon, and you furiously blink away tears. Your prison sits in a small clearing, a cabin with woods sprawling on every side of it. The air, fresh after so long, is thick with pine and so delightfully green.
The other girl is there too - without restraints. Standing, tight as a whip, staring into the woods.
The captor gestures to the treeline.
"Run. You get a five minute head start."
The words take a moment to register. You're weightless, giddy. You have no bearing, but you loved the woods as a child, and the captor does not seem dressed for the chase at all, in a long dressing gown and slippers. You bolt into the trees, the taste of freedom on your lips.
At a hundred yards, you realize the other girl did not start running with you. She had not been staring at the trees. She was waiting, impatiently. The realization sinks like a stone in your stomach, but you press on. Brush whips at your legs, leaving stinging cuts.
You hear her start. The first sound you've ever heard her make, an awful, baying howling. And then deathly silence, in comparison to your clumsy fleeing.
That's the problem with an exotic pet, you know. It needs live prey.
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