Chapter 4

 

This isn’t happening. This isn’t real.

The snarling beast bounded across the room, following the scent of her ripe, pulpy pussy. It wasn’t her choice to be so aroused. Did he realize that? Would he even care?

No, of course he wouldn’t care. He was a beast, after all. A beast takes what he wants, without a thought for the consequences.

Madame de Villeneuve closed the door, smiling wistfully as she cradled his chain to her chest. Gabrielle wanted to ask why one woman would put another through such an ordeal, but her mouth wouldn’t open.

I’m not Suzanne. I’m not a sex addict. This therapy isn’t for me.

She’d represented herself as someone else, someone who couldn’t get enough sex. Gabrielle was just the opposite. She’d learned to live without. Life was easier, less complicated, more peaceful.

She didn’t need this therapy. She didn’t want it. But she couldn’t object. She couldn’t move.

The beast’s leathery muzzle to pushed between her legs and sniffed wildly. His heavy hands landed on her thighs and he pushed them apart, though they were already widely splayed. Fear closed her throat, made her heart beat so madly she could just imagine it bursting through her chest.

For all she knew, the beast might open his mouth, extend his huge shining teeth, and maul her to death. What would Madame do if the attack went too far? How much power did she exert over him?

Oh god, why me? Why this?

Beads of sweat trickled down the dip of her back. Her skin bristled with inconceivable heat, and yet her veins ran with ice. She’d never felt so uncomfortable in her own body. She’d never wanted so badly to abandon it, just take off into the sky and forget all about herself. No more earthly being.

As the beast sniffed her belly and her breasts, Gabrielle’s pelvis tightened. She couldn’t deny the throb between her legs, or the vast warmth glowing from a forgotten space inside herself.

Damn you, body! Damn you for working with the enemy.

The juice of her arousal dripped between her slick cheeks. She could see the monster clearly now. His huge hardness was the only thing set in her sights.

This wasn’t her. Gabrielle responded to romance and intimacy, not brute strength and force. She shouldn’t be turned on by a beast.

But she was turned on.

Or maybe Suzanne the sex addict had taken over her body.

No. It was the drugs. One of those club drugs, maybe Ecstasy. That was the only one she’d heard of.

Her mind raced. Reproachful thoughts flooded her soul until it felt overly full, on the verge of explosion.

That’s when the beast lunged at her, ploughing his erection between her open legs.

Nooo!

He was everywhere at once. He was huge.

Gabrielle’s throat opened up, releasing a sound nothing like the bloodcurdling scream she heard in her mind. She wanted to say no, stop, get off, get out, but she couldn’t speak a word.

Not a single word.

The beast filled her unapologetically, grunting as he pulled back and growling as he forced himself forward. When he bottomed out, pangs of electricity raced through her veins. As she clenched around his girth, a noise escaped her mouth. It sounded more beastly than human.

“Very good,” Madame de Villeneuve said. “Keep at her, my beast. Don’t stop.”

Gabrielle closed her eyes, but that only made her claustrophobic. She opened them to watch through the valley of her breasts as the beast forced himself into her cunt.

Cunt. What an awful word.

Yet she couldn’t stop thinking it.

Cunt. Cock. Pussy.

Punish. Pummel. Pound.

He pounded her pussy. He punished her cunt.

She watched from somewhere outside herself. She watched as though it were a stranger’s pussy taking the beating.

This wasn’t happening to her.

It was happening to Suzanne.

Suzanne the sex addict.

Gabrielle nodded, and this time she actually felt her head move a touch. She tried to say no, and the word came out as a high-pitched, “Enh.”

Her pussy was really the only part of her body with any sensation. She couldn’t feel the metal stirrups against her bare feet. She couldn’t feel the scratchy Velcro on her legs, though she could feel the beast’s rabid motion between them. His palms pressed into her thighs so hard she’d surely be left with bruises. But she didn’t care. This was Suzanne’s body, not hers. Let him do whatever he wanted.

“More!” she tried to say, but it came out as, “Ah!”

The beast must have understood. He dug his fingers into her flesh and pounded her pussy so hard the locks on the hospital bed began to falter. When he forced his cock into her pulpy, swollen cunt, his balls swung forward to smack her hole. His entire erection must have been inside her. It hurt, but she wanted more. Her pussy was nothing but a warm, wet itch. It wanted to be scratched.

Again and again and again…

The medical bed let out a metallic creak with every thrust. The harder he worked her over, the more the bed rattled. Would it collapsed under their combined weight? The beast was a considerable man.

All that muscle…

She didn’t care. She didn’t care what happened to the rest of her body, so long as the beastly stranger kept scratching the itch between her legs. He could go at her until she turned red and raw, for all she cared. It was a borrowed body. Suzanne’s body.

How many cocks had filled Suzanne’s cunt? This was just one more.

“Almost there,” Madame cried, clapping her hands. “This is desire unleashed. This is what happens when you allow it to ravage you, when you exert no control over it: you get taken by the beast. It leaves you battered and bruised. Is this what you want, Suzanne?”

“Yes!” The word found its way out, fully-formed this time, and she didn’t stop at just one. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Her pussy went into spasm around the beast’s huge hardness. Arching, he released a desolate cry. Her pussy was so swollen she felt his shaft pulse and enlarge as he roared. Had her climax inspired his?

Not quite. He moved his hands from her thighs to her shoulders, then thrust hard enough to drive the hospital bed clear across the room. She had no way of knowing where they’d started from, but when the bed met the wall her spine rattled along with the metal frame. She didn’t care. It was Suzanne’s spine, not hers. Gabrielle had taken herself out of the equation. How else could she revel in orgasm when the beast bore down on her overburdened clit?

“Yes!” she cried, as the beast roared. The leather of his harness bit into her naked flesh, but all she really wanted was to feel his muzzle on her mouth.

What would it feel like to kiss a beast?

“Very good,” Madame de Villeneuve said, grumbling rather than applauding them. “Enough, my beast. Dismount your prey.”

He hovered over her, dripping with sweat, grunting unrepentantly.

His cock bore into the farthest reaches of Gabrielle’s pussy, even as Madame secured her chain to his collar. “It’s time to put a leash on Suzanne’s rampant desire.”

The beast growled.

“Enough,” Madame commanded, in a low, lingering voice. “You’ve had your fill.”

The beast whined like a kicked puppy as Madame dragged him away from Gabrielle. He left her pussy warm with friction and dripping the hottest, heaviest load that ever found its way inside her.

“Come back,” she moaned, elongating each vowel. Her mouth felt strange, too big or too wide.

When Madame de Villeneuve tugged the leash, the beast’s eyes widened. He’d taken her like a brute. He’d willfully ravaged her, and yet his expression was not that of a callous monster. He didn’t grimace or sneer or snarl or scowl, but those eyes… there was something about those eyes…

“Come.” Madame tugged the naked beast by his harness.

“Come back,” Gabrielle mouthed.

Did she hear him say I will, or was folly setting in already?