Rise of the Master 2

Chapter 2

Shannon groaned as the massive organ speared her once virgin asshole, the hard, muscular, hairy hips of her master slamming hard against her plush ass cheeks. The cock currently stretching her anus was massively thick, and long! So long that she could almost swear she could feel her insides rearranging. It was slamming her, in and out so fast that she couldn’t keep her breath. Her stomach tightened in fear as she felt her master’s knot tap tap tapping at the clenching, pulsating ring of her hole.

For now, it was a gentle, polite knock at the door. She knew that was an illusion though. Soon it would kick the door in and barge its way inside.

She had taken that massive lump of flesh in either hole every night for a month now. Neither hole was quite used to it yet. She had resigned herself to her fate. She was no longer forced to her hands and knees like she was on that first night. Reluctantly, she had started taking the position on her own now. She knew she’d never escape. Master had his hooks in her very mind now.

With a guttural, hoarse cry, the knot shoved past her sphincter, and her master turned the tie, spewing liquid fire deep, deep into her bowels.

As his bitch squeezed the back of his knot with her hole, Omega ruminated on the turn his life had taken. He had a (mostly) willing bitch to fuck, he had a glorious home to live in, he had delicious food to eat. He had even made a close, deep and abiding friendship with the young male of the house.

The boy was good, one of the few bright lights in a dismal and cruel world. The boy was good, but he was far too passive. Some weeks ago, Omega had taken steps to fix his best friend.

And they were almost complete.

Hauling his knot out of his bitch with a squelch and a shriek, he padded off to sit on the couch with the boy. Today was the day!

Omegas friend was an objectively good looking boy, 19, tall, thin, with broad shoulders and a thatch of pitch black hair. And he was kind. Often he and Omega would go for walks, they would swim at the lake, and when the boy threw a stick or a ball, Omega could loose himself in the simple pleasures of play, so different from time with his bitch. Truly, there was no bond as special as that of a dog and his boy.

And that was exactly why Omega had decided to help his best friend. He needed a bitch, just like Omega had.

And here it was, the boy fell from the couch, his body convulsing as his mind shifted and warped. The boys mind opened, flowering in a new and unique way. At the same time, his body shifted, muscle piling onto his frame as his teeth itched and grew. Thick body hair grew from his skin, growing his hai into a thick, leonine mane, with the hair on his forearms and lower legs growing out into long, luxuriant fringes. His chest was covered by a thick pelt, pressing over his shoulders.

‘You have been changed, my deepest and best friend. I have made you like me, given you my gifts.’

“I feel… powerful.” He growled. His voice had deepened into a smoky bass rumble. “Strong. Fast. Omega, thank you! I feel new!”

‘A new you deserves a new name. You are Alpha. My friend, my equal. My brother, alike, but different. But enough, an Alpha must have a bitch! Let’s find you one!’

Alpha smiled, sharp teeth glinting from his human face.

Alpha saw his prey, a girl who had bullied him mercilessly in high school. Her name was Mercy, and she was a total and complete vindictive bitch. She was scrawny, but pretty. Taught b cups and a handful of meat on her ass, she was perfect! Alpha imagined fisting her crimson locks in his hand, punishing her with overpowering lust. Omega, sitting beside him, his own bitches leash held in his mouth, approved wholeheartedly.

‘Take her, Alpha. Any bitch in the world is yours.’

Mercy found herself forced to her hands and knees, her thighs spread apart. She jerked angrily at her hands and knees, but the didn’t budge. She looked up at the naked man standing in front of her.

“You?!”

He smiled, sharp teeth glinting in the sunlight. “Me.” The word drawn out into a deep growl that sent shivers down her spine and a heat to her core.

“You don’t know it yet, but you belong to me.” As he gazed at her hungrily, her body began to heat up, moisture collecting on the folds of her bald pussy. He ripped her clothes from her, exposing her bra-less chest and skimpy thong. The lacy garment inflamed his lust, and hi ripped the garment away as his cock grew and pulsed.

Falling to his knees behind her, he rubbed his mutated cock along the tightly closed lips of her tiny slit. The new point at his glans splitting them open.

He wrapped his hands around her narrow hips, and with one powerful lunge, speared her.

Mercy screamed as the massive intruder speared her deepest depths. In a daze, she heard her new master growl close to her ears as he palmed her breasts. “Ironic that your name is Mercy, little bitch, for I have none to give you.”

Omega watched his brother with pride, watching him take his unruly bitch, just as he had tamed his. Aroused, he dragged his bitch over, forcing her to take her position alongside his brother’s bitch.

With no preamble, he mounted, forcing his massive hammer deep inside her pussy. The pussy that belonged to him, and him alone.

As two different shades of read hair tossed and waved with the intensity of the thrusts, both males grunted and growled as they fucked their bitches. Shannon, even after a month of constant fucking, still struggled to handle her masters massive cock, and Mercy, unused to any cock at all, was barely hanging on as Alphas twelve inches were thrust in and out, in and out, over and over and over again.

The brothers made a game out of it, who could wring an orgasm out of their bitch first? Who could wring out the most? Who could fuck harder? Who could fuck faster?

Shannon cried out, her body succumbing to her master’s ministrations, seconds before Mercy’s pussy betrayed her. Both bitches sprayed their master with cunt juices as they groaned in harmony.

Shannon tried to relax as she felt the knot begin to tap at her lips. Mercy was too far out of it to even notice Alpha’s knot until it was far too late. Sensing his release nearing, Alpha pounded her harder and harder, stretching her lips thin as his massive knot popped inside her with a wet, sucking sound. Alpha howled, a mix of a human yell and a canine yodel, as he unloaded into his bitch.

Soon after, Omega knotted his own bitch. Where Mercy was caught in the grips of a massive orgasm that all but forced her soul from her body, Shannon pushed her hips back, embracing the pleasure her master gave her with a low, throaty groan.

Both bitches came again as the liquid fire filled them.

‘Brother, you are a man now. You have your own bitch to mount, whenever you want. I would not dare tell you what to do, but consider, your semen is full of potent pheromones. The more you take her other hole, the more she will be bound to you. The pheromones are more easily absorbed into the bloodstream there.’

“I do believe I will. Thank you brother.”

Mercy endured several hours of hard fucking that day. She groaned every time her womb was filled. She cried when he smacked her slim ass. She screamed when he fucked and knotted it. And he let her. She despaired, as no matter how she screamed or begged, no one passing through the park that day seemed to see her.