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Housebroken

Part 2 of the Sloane/Announcer fic

Part 1 Here

Warnings:

Emotional manipulation, indoctrination, coercion, kidnapping, porn with some plot, shameless smut, cunnilingus, tribadism, xenophilia, dubious consent, voyeurism, impact play, implication of amputation (fingers) and implied tooth removal.

Tobby belongs to @6robotmonster6

The Announcer belongs to gatobob

All was still as Sloane heard muffled, drowned out voices on the edge of her consciousness.

She didn’t want to open her eyes, not yet. She was tired.

“…by himself.”

“….good taste.”

“…sleep.”

Whoever was speaking, was opening their mouths a lot without saying much of anything, it all became white noise to Sloane. Her ears rang as she finally decided to blink her eyes open.

Everything was bright, bleary and blurry in front of her. She knew she wasn’t home, only remembering bits and pieces of the gentleman, his bite and how she fell asleep.

She made a small noise as her eyes adjusted to the harsh light of the room she was in.

“She’s awake.”

An unfamiliar voice said.

The voice was gruff and deep, Sloane looked up from where she was seated and found three men in suits and earpieces eyeballing her. She went to get up, but something was holding her arms and legs down.

She began to panic, her eyes going wide as she began to struggle.

This earned a laugh from one of the men,

“Looks like we’ve got a fighter!”

“She’s cute, maybe we’ll see her in a stream.”

“Nah, the boss singled her out himself, she’s not gonna be in a stream.”

The men laughed and jeered amongst themselves, making Sloane’s blood boil.

“What the fuck are you three talking about? Where am I?”

Now wasn’t the time for her usual naïve façade, she had to get the hell out of here. And with her desperation and lack of knowledge, she had every right to be a bitch at the moment.

The men eyed her up and down, not answering her, but choosing to change the subject.

“Don’t thrash around too much, you’ll pop the stitches in your neck. Besides, the boss will be here soon, so we don’t have to tell you jack shit.”

Stitches? Now that he mentioned it, Sloane did feel a dull sting where her neck and shoulder met. So he did bite hard enough to make her bleed…

The memory made Sloane shudder in embarrassment.

After a moment of silence, she heard the door open. The men parted like the Red Sea and looked to their shoes as the gentleman from the night before stepped into the room.

Sloane’s blood ran cold when she saw him. Trim, smug and handsome. She wanted to scream at him until her throat was raw, wanted to tear him to shreds, but fear made a lump in her throat as her limbs quivered beneath their restraints.

“Look who’s finally awake! Did you sleep well, Sloane?”

His voice was much too cheerful for a time like this.

Sloane didn’t say anything, she didn’t want to run the risk of yelling or invoking his ire in any way. She just shook her head.

“Oh, poor thing.”

The gentleman had a cane. He didn’t look like he’d be old enough to have one, Sloane’s guess was that he used it to beat people.

“Let’s go. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

With a wave of his hand, the three men surrounded Sloane as the gentleman watched. They put handcuffs on her wrists and ankles before releasing her.

To Sloane’s surprise, she was dressed to the nines. Louboutin red bottom heels and a black dress that could easily be mistaken for a negligee. She almost smiled to herself until she realized her ribbon wasn’t on her neck.

No…

No!

“Where’s my ribbon?”

Sloane asked, sounding more scared than she’d like. The gentleman cocked an eyebrow.

“It didn’t compliment the clothes I picked. Why? You’re not being ungrateful, are you?”

Her stomach lurched. To them it was just a dumb piece of red ribbon around her neck, but to Sloane it was everything. Her mom, despite shoving her into medical school and subjecting her to a lifetime of pressure, gave Sloane this ribbon when she was young. It was small, menial, there were a hundred ribbons just like it at the craft store-but it was hers.

Sloane wanted to cry, but if he saw her tears, it would mean that he had won. So she swallowed down the lump in her throat and shook her head.

“No, the dress is nice. Thank you.”

“Great!”

The gentleman beamed, beginning to walk out. Sloane followed, the chains binding her jingling as she walked carefully.

The corridor was long, sleek and elegantly decorated. Sloane didn’t have an inkling as to where she was. Why was she even here?

“I run a very tightly-knit business here. You’re lucky it was me who found you instead of one of my employees.”

As they walked, Sloane saw people stop what they were doing to regard her and the gentleman. It was subtle, but she could tell that they were all afraid of him.

“Good evening, Mr. Hana.”

“Excellent choice, Mr. Hana.”

The dickriding was on another level with these people. Then again, Sloane was doing the same just to not get on his bad side.

Mr. Hana.

At least she can put a name to his face now instead of the gentleman or sir.

Sloane stayed quiet the rest of the walk, alone with this Mr. Hana. He then opened a pair of double doors and motioned for her to step inside before him. With a polite nod, she thanked him and walked in as he closed the doors behind him. The room was bare, safe for an area rug, a chair and a surveillance camera in the corner. In the dim light she saw someone else in the room.

He was shorter than her, but taller than the gentleman. His eyes were golden and his hair was dyed blue in some parts. Sloane wasn’t afraid, but something felt off about him. It wasn’t until she got a closer look that she realized his fingers were cut down to the second knuckle, safe for the thumbs.

“I have a proposition for you, Sloane.”

Mr. Hana said as he took his seat, crossing his legs elegantly.

She must have looked confused because he barked out a laugh.

“Work with me as bait for more products, I’ve seen your work and I must say, I’m impressed.”

Sloane looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“And if I refuse?”

Mr. Hana’s grin only widened.

“Then I’ll have Tobby kill you. It’ll save me the trouble of hosting a stream if I record it.”

The man with golden eyes must be Tobby. He didn’t look threatening, if anything, he looked neutral, if not a little mousey. But there was something Sloane just couldn’t put her finger on. He had these strange markings on his cheeks, some sort of fashion choice. The two things more outlandish than that were the cat ears clipped to his head and the large metal collar that embraced his neck.

Was this some weird fetish thing?

Sloane heard of people wearing ears and tails during sex to act like an animal. Apparently it enticed some people. Maybe Mr. Hana was one of these people, she didn’t know!

“Choose wisely.”

Said Mr. Hana, his hand reaching into his pocket to hold a remote which caused Tobby to visibly flinch. In his other hand he held a box and popped it open. There, resting on luxurious red satin were metal claws and what appeared to be pointed bits of titanium, like the ones used for police dogs’ teeth. Then it hit her. These were prosthetics for Tobby. Prosthetics likely used to tear and rend flesh from bone. Sloane swallowed, not having much of a choice.

“I accept. I will work with you.”

With a nod, Mr. Hana waved Tobby over towards him.

“Kneel. Both of you.”

The man did as he was told, Sloane couldn’t help but look as they both got down on their knees. He was pretty well-endowed. His ass was curved perfectly, she wondered how it would look if he was walking away or if she was fucking him from behind. She pushed down the perverted thoughts and almost did a double take when she noticed a bobbed tail. She’d laugh if it wasn’t literally fused to his skin. This was real. This wasn’t a weird fetish thing, he was something inhuman.

Sloane’s pulse quickened. There was no way, this wasn’t supposed to happen. This was all some prank, there’s no way something supernatural was happening while she was getting kidnapped and indoctrinated. Death by Tobby was sounding pretty good right about now, but that was hysteria talking. Sloane had to shake her head to snap herself back into reality. She saw the gentleman slide the titanium fangs into Tobby’s mouth, slotting them perfectly in the soft, vacant spot where it looked like his original canines got pulled out.

For a moment, Mr. Hana gently stroked Tobby’s cheek, smiling softly at him as Sloane awaited further instruction.

“You’re very obedient. And you’re great at what you do, Sloane. But we have a pecking order here.”

Her eyes went between his legs, a tent rising in his trousers.

“This will hurt. You won’t die though, I just wanted my darling cat to have a taste of what I had last night.”

Blood rushed to Sloane’s face as she noticed Tobby’s golden eyes on her. This was just going to be sex. She could deal with being a homewrecker once her survival was a hundred percent guaranteed.

“Kitten, do what you want to her. Nothing fatal, ‘kay?” Mr. Hana winked, Sloane’s head was spinning. What a creep, wanting to watch them. And kitten? Sloane would have giggled if there wasn’t so much tension. Her arms and legs were still bound, and within seconds of the command, Tobby was on her. He was heavy. She could see how toned his arms and legs were and how easily he was pinning her down, it was enough to make her blush harder if such a thing was possible. She must be beet-red with shame and shyness right now.

“You’re soft…”

She almost jumped at the sound of his voice. It was low and husky, but also somehow haunting. He sounded like the autumn wind, like the echo of someone speaking into a hollow gourd. He must have hurt his voice somehow. Tobby reached down and pulled her dress down, causing Sloane’s ample tits to become exposed to the cool air. He gazed at them, giving them a squeeze as she helplessly laid there with bound hands. She couldn’t help but let out a small noise at the sudden attention. His hands roamed her bust, tracing over the curve of each breast, one of his fingers resting on her beauty mark before squeezing once more.

Tobby was rough with his hands, like the men she previously ensnared. But that didn’t mean that Sloane didn’t like a little rough play. She felt his knee go between her legs, parting them as she felt his dress pants brush against her clothed heat. He played with her tits for a good while, twisting her nipples and playfully watching the flesh ripple with the smallest movements of his hands.

With a grin, Tobby slid the dress off Sloane’s curvaceous body, leaving her bare before the two men. Safe for a black thong covering her mons.

“Did she not put up a fight with you too?”

The bobcat asked the man seated in the chair.

“Not at all. She was like a lamb to the slaughter”

Mr. Hana’s sneer made Sloane’s heart ache. She only gave it up because she had a thing for redheads, plus, she knew he had money. But her mind halted at the sound of Tobby unbuckling his pants. Heat crept up her chest and face, complimenting her pale flesh.

“On your knees, slut.”

Sloane arched an eyebrow at that, but did as she was told, struggling a bit with her bound extremities but eventually kneeling before him, arousal pooling between her legs as the thong stuck to her pussy lips. She wondered if he’d be big, if his…ilk had a different cock. If he truly was a cat, the barbs would hurt like a bitch. But her eyes widened to see something she didn’t expect.

Oh.

Tobby’s mons was trimmed, groomed perfectly as his own arousal was making itself known. He was wet, his tdick standing at the ready, pulsing with desire. A perverse part of Sloane wondered how it would feel inside of her, how he’d moan while rutting into her, but now she had to be on her best behavior and not jump his bones.

A hand went to her hair, his cut fingers carding into her auburn locks before balling it into a fist and pulling her in to start sucking. A yelp escaped her, then quickly became muffled as her lips wrapped around him.

He wasn’t tugging to the point where he was ripping her hair out, but it did hurt and it was hard to get comfortable. Sloane’s mouth sucked him in gently, her tongue lapping up his folds and onto the underside of his member. A hiss escaped his lips. He seemed to have liked it, so she hummed against him contentedly-sending vibrations between his thighs. His grip never relented though, and he began to thrust and roll his hips into her mouth as she worked.

She could feel the man in the chair’s eyes burning into her, she might as well give him a show. As she moved her head in tune with his thrusts, she arched her back to make her ass pop out as an invitation. She couldn’t see him, her mouth was occupied and her head was held in place by this guy’s death grip. So she continued to work his little cock as she would any other, this wasn’t the first time she’s eaten pussy, so she wasn’t awful at it, but Tobby would have to be the judge of that. There was a moment of silence until hot, stinging pain cracked against her exposed ass. She jumped, of course, her teeth accidentally grazing Tobby to which he shivered and shoved himself in deeper.

“How many pussies have you eaten to pay rent, Sloane?”

She wanted to yell at him, to give him a smartass response and tell him to mind his own fucking business, but her mouth was occupied.

Another harsh impact, this time on her back. And another, and another. It was hard not to jump, but she steeled herself as she felt the skin on her back, shoulders and ass grow red and irritated, she was fairly certain he was using his cane.

“Keep your posture up, a good whore focuses on the task at hand.”

She shouldn’t be enjoying this, and she’d never admit that she did. She could feel her thong completely soaked, some slick beginning to drip down, threatening to drop onto the floor.

“She likes this, I can tell.” Tobby rasped, rutting into her mouth even wilder now, both his hands behind her head as his ears were flattened against his skull in anticipation.

With a tap between her legs, Sloane let out a squeak and couldn’t help but writhe against the cane for the half-second it was there.

“Well would you look at that?”

Mr. Hana said, showing off his slicked cane to Tobby.

“I’m surprised you’re being so gentle with her. Have you grown soft, pet?”

Sloane could practically hear his eye roll. But she preferred him to have his fun this way as opposed to making her suffer. She’s already been through enough. Tobby was imposing, Sloane may be taller than both men, but he had more weight and muscle than her or sir. She didn’t want to invoke his ire.

Sloane was yanked from her thoughts again as Tobby pulled away from her lips, a string of cunt juice and saliva still connecting her to him.

Her heart fluttered when he ordered her to lie on her back, absentmindedly spreading her legs without even being told to do so. Off went the thong and she was completely bare before the two men spectating.

There was a hand at her throat, then two, she didn’t budge. Then she felt Tobby’s warm, hard cock press against her cunt and she rolled her hips onto him teasingly.

The man tightened his grip around her neck, mirth coursing through Sloane as he rutted against her, air getting trapped in her throat. She was wet, she was ready, she still rubbed herself against him and allowed herself to be used for Mr. Hana’s viewing pleasure. Then with a small movement of his hips, Sloane soundlessly opened her mouth as he pushed himself inside. She’s had bigger in her time, but the way he moves into her had Sloane’s legs shaking almost immediately.

Fuck me.

She could die happy right here, her ample tits bouncing with each thrust, the crushing weight of Tobby’s grip on her neck, it was lust in its truest form. Sick thoughts began to plague her mind as Tobby growled under his breath. He could tear into her neck and rip her throat out, he could cave her skull in by cracking it against the floor, he could beat her until she was unrecognizable. Then Sloane’s vision began to get spotty and her eyes refocused, she was close.

Fuck me.

She thought;

His grip loosened, and Sloane fervently took in gulps of fresh air, trying not to cough. Tobby smirked at that and took her face in his hand, tilting her neck up. There was a brief moment when he locked eyes with Mr. Hana, who nodded at his lover. Without further ado, Tobby leaned in, confusing Sloane, and bit down into the apex where her neck and shoulder met, matching the bite Mr. Hana gave her last night. She couldn’t react to the pain in a proper way, she didn’t scream, didn’t kick or claw at him with her manicured nails. Instead, she surprised the both of them by tightening her legs around Tobby like a vice, her eyes rolling into her skull as she came around him. There was a strangled moan, and a splash of liquid, making a small puddle on the floor. She felt him jolt inside her and huff out a quiet breath as he pumped into her one last time before withdrawing.

Blood ran onto the rug from her neck, getting Sloane’s hair wet as she awaited further instruction.

“You did well.”

She beamed internally, she did good.

Without missing a beat, she gazed up at the redhead and grinned,

She could get used to this line of work.

#this is really smutty and self indulgent #be warned #sloane #oc #tobby #other people’s ocs #nsft #ren hana #tpof spoilers #the announcer #dilf ren #my writing #tpof #tpof announcer

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