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The next morning, Gazelle and Fabienne were sitting around the breakfast table, the smell of fresh waffles with maple syrup filled their noses as the two lovers enjoyed a nice meal together. As Gazelle took a bite of her food, she could help but notice her girlfriend was deep in thought.
“Still thinking of last night, Fabienne?” the pop-star asked.
“I am. Would you like to know what we did that night?” Fabienne asked putting down her fork.
“Just what went down when you went into the room with Koslov’s wife.”
“Very well, my love,” the snow leopard said.
Seven hours earlier…
Fabienne could not believe what she saw in Koslov and Friedkin’s bedroom, all sorts of sex toys, swings, paddles and even bondage gear and equipment. It was clear the polar bears were not just swingers, but full out sex addicts.
Slowly, shyly, Fabienne slipped off her clothes. "Throw them on the chair," said Friedkin, and Fabienne obeyed. The female polar bear walked around Fabienne in a circle, surveying. The snow leopard kept her face down. "Very nice," crooned Friedkin, and pleasure coursed unbidden through Fabienne's veins. She gripped her ass hard from behind, making Fabienne moan. "Mmmm, lovely. I can't wait to break this ass in later. You look good naked, pet. Those clothes don't do you justice."
"Thank you."
Friedkin smiled. "You can call me... Mistress. Do you understand?"
"Yes... Mistress," said Fabienne, as if trying the word out.
"You’re already learning," Friedkin said, pulling her chin up. Fabienne couldn't help but swell at the praise. "I am the master of this room. My husband is in charge out there on the streets and wherever he chooses, enjoying his freedom, but when we come into this room, he’s my slave. My son, as you know, is unaware of what goes down in this room. He right now staying at Mr. Big’s house while my husband and I have fun with you and Gazelle. Now, let's lay down some ground rules."
Fabienne was surprised but silent.
"Safe words are essential for play. If I do something that you don't like, say 'red.' If it's something you're not sure about, say 'yellow.' If I check in with you and what I'm doing is perfectly fine, say 'green.' Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"And you're to call me 'Mistress,' always, understood?"
"Yes, ma—Mistress."
"Good," Friedkin said, caressing Fabienne's firm breasts. "That's good." She breathed in deeply. "Your mind is just filthy, isn't it? Not what I would have expected. Although," she said, squeezing and pinching the nipple so Fabienne cried out, "there's plenty I have to show you. Follow me."
Friedkin took a few steps, then theatrically looked back at Fabienne just behind her. "On all fours," she said as if it were obvious, and Fabienne immediately dropped to the ground. The white beauty sat on the enormous four-poster bed and watched her spotted lover crawl before her.
"Get up here." Friedkin ordered. "Over my lap. That's it," she said as Fabienne settled in. The white beauty smiled as her nose picked up the scent of arousal coming from the spotted female. "Wow, you really are soaking wet, aren't you?" she said, feeling her.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Such a needy slut. Why are you so wet, pray tell?"
"Because it turns me on when you dominate me. Mistress."
Friedkin chuckled, groping Fabienne's ass. "You like to be dominated, darling?"
Fabienne shuddered at the touch. "Yes, Mistress."
"Don't be ashamed. It's perfectly natural," Friedkin said, and spanked Fabienne hard, making her cry out in pain. "You're not used to pain of this nature, are you, slut?" she said, gripping Fabienne's ass hard.
"Not really," Fabienne panted. Friedkin continued laying long, heavy slaps on her round ass, enjoying the jiggle of each globe. With every strike, Fabienne whimpered in anguish and ecstasy.
Oh, how she loved this feeling, the spotted beauty was going to make sure Gazelle knew about this for any future love making.
"We should fix that. But answer me this, do you like pain, darling? Most sluts like you do. Most of them can't get enough of it."
"Yes, I do, Mistress," Fabienne said.
"Thank you." Friedkin chuckled as her spotted lover arched and rocked back, desperate for the next slap.
"This sexy ass was just made to be slapped, you know that?"
"Uh, yes!" Fabienne maoned.
"Good girl, as soon as I saw it I knew I had to have you face down in my bed!" Friedkin cried, laying blow after blow until Fabienne's ass was so sore. She squeezed and kneaded, slapped her pussy lips occasionally for good measure as Fabienne bucked and twisted, trying to get some kind of friction.
"You naughty girl," Friedkin said, steadying her with a hand on her lower back. "Don't move, pet. That'll ruin the flow of pleasure you’re feeling now." Fabienne groaned. "I know you want to come, but I have to punish you. A proper punishment for being such a slut. I didn’t need to drag the truth out of you because you wanted to be dominated. That's no way to be. Tell me how much you want it, slut. Tell me how much you want it and then I'll let you come."
"Please, Mistress," Fabienne cried, unable to keep still.
"Please what?" the white beauty asked.
"Please spank me, punish me. Put me in my place, please, Mistress!"
"Good girl," Friedkin murmured, and started smacking, even harder than before. Fabienne's big ass jiggled beautifully as Friedkin smacked the same place over and over, making her ache all the way to her core. "Can you give me more?"
"Yes! Please, Mistress, I need to cum! Please, I'll do anything—" She was rutting and bucking now, but Friedkin was past caring, she just focused on watching her come undone, how much she enjoyed spanking and humiliation.
Finally, Friedkin stopped and steadied her hand on Fabienne's ass cheek. "You don't deserve it," said Friedkin. "But I'm going to let you cum anyway."
"Thank you, Mistress, thank you," Fabienne gasped.
Friedkin positioned her hand right under Fabienne's clit, just far enough from reach. "Get yourself off on my fingers." Immediately Fabienne started rubbing herself desperately, panting, almost as if she had been infected by night howlers. Faster and faster she went, while the white beauty kept talking dirty to her. Soon, she came all over Friedkin's hand and slumped down against her as if she'd been hit, muttering incoherent thanks.
Friedkin removed her hand and stroked Fabienne's ears, making sure to be gentle with her. "Good pet, taking her punishment," Friedkin cooed. "Your ass looks even better now."
Fabienne wasn't speaking, just breathing hard.
"Did you like that, slut?"
"Yes, Mistress. I liked it more than I can say." Fabienne admitted.
Friedkin smirked. "Good. Clean off my hand," she said, and Fabienne hurriedly sucked on her fingers till all the juices were gone. "I've plenty more for you to do."
“More?” Fabienne asked, getting a slap across the face from Friedkin.
"Yes more, now spread your legs." the white beauty growled. Fabienne obeyed. She looked up nervously as Friedkin who towered over her. The female polar bear then stuck her fingers into her spotted lover’s pussy.
"You like being my plaything, don't you, love? My little slave?" She pushed in savagely and Fabienne cried out.
"Yes! Mistress! I love it!"
Friedkin growled and took her fingers out. She lowered herself down to Fabienne's level and whispered hotly in her ear, "good to know, kitty," before sitting on her face. "You'll eat my pussy today and make me come all over your beautiful face." She started riding Fabienne's face, coating it with her juices. Fabienne sputtered but recovered. Friedkin groaned at how Fabienne just submitted. "You're good at this, pet," she panted. "I'd never have thought. You were born to do this," she moaned, pushing her pussy further into Fabienne's face as the snow leopard struggled to breathe.
"That's right, you dirty girl, get—oh yes," Friedkin panted as Fabienne's nose brushed her clit, again and again. "Yes! Oh, make me come, slave, or I'll put you in the docks." Fabienne relaxed and let Friedkin push even harder on her face, and Friedkin took advantage, rutting against her rhythmically until she came hard, riding out the orgasm on Fabienne's face.
When Friedkin had got her breath back, she turned back to Fabienne and stroked her wet face almost lovingly. "You're a natural cunt licker," she said, and Fabienne beamed. "I can't wait to see you suck cock."
She ran a finger over her mound and Fabienne whimpered desperately. "Still wet, darling?" Fabienne nodded. "You want me to fill you with my favorite dildo?"
Fabienne moaned. "Yes, Mistress, please."
"It's most likely bigger than any you've had before, I promise you that," said Friedkin gently. "You'll be walking funny after."
Fabienne groaned again, rendered speechless by Friedkin's words, and her fingers ghosting along her swollen folds.
"Use your words, pet. Tell me what you want."
"I-I want you to fuck me with your dildo."
“You sure you want that?” Friedkin asked with a teasing smile.
"Yes," Fabienne said nervously. "Please, Mistress."
Friedkin sighed in pleasure. "Very well, pet." She said to her slave, and Fabienne rolled onto hands and knees, her pussy still on fire.
"You’re mine," Friedkin said immediately, and a ball-gag appeared in her hand. She wrapped it around Fabienne's mouth with a smirk. "That's better, pet. Get on my cross." Fabienne hurried to do so, but as she got on, Friedkin stopped her. "Other way."
Fabienne's eyes widened, but she turned around so her ass was facing out, and she felt ties bind her wrists and ankles.
"Easy, darling," Friedkin crooned, stroking her lower back. "Don't you trust your Mistress?" She let her fingers dance along Fabienne's slit, and the snow leopard made a noise of assent. "That's right, slut. As long as you obey every word I say, you'll find I can give you the most exhilarating pleasure." She stuck two fingers inside her slave's soaked pussy, and scissored them. "This pussy," she said sharply, "is mine. Not yours. Mine. I own it. I decide when you will cum. Understood?" She slapped her ass hard.
"Ow! Yes, Mistress!" Fabienne screamed into the gag.
"Once again?" Friedkin removed the ball momentarily.
"It belongs to you, Mistress!" Fabienne panted. "You decide when I cum!"
"Good girl," said Friedkin, and roughly replaced the gag. She ran her hands possessively over Fabienne's ass, making the younger woman squirm. She squeezed and slapped and dug her nails into the snow leopard’s ass as she rutted against the cold hard X. "So perfect," she muttered. "Just made for being touched. Being slapped. Being fucked." Fabienne whimpered and Friedkin snickered. "Have you ever had a cock in your ass, pet?"
Fabienne shook her head. Friedkin crowed happily. "Lucky me, then. Turn your head, slut." Fabienne turned her head to the left and Friedkin removed the ball gag but immediately smashed her lips against hers. It was a long, hard French kiss. Fabienne moaned into the kiss as Friedkin shoved her tongue down her throat. The kiss lasted a good while before the polar bear pulled away, replacing the ball gag. "That's a good slut, enjoying that kiss we just shared."
Fabienne said nothing.
Friedkin took her place behind Fabienne. She ran her hands along her body, from waist to ass, and then back up again. "I'm going to enjoy this," she murmured, and touched Fabienne's dripping wet pussy. "And you already are, you filthy whore," she hissed in her ear. "You're so wet, you're so ready to be taken." As she spoke, she strapped on the false cock and started to ease it into Fabienne's asshole. Friedkin gripped Fabienne's ass, controlling every moment as the snow leopard whined in anguish and ecstasy.
She smacked Fabienne's ass, one, two, three times and Fabienne screamed into the gag. "You're mine, you little whore," she panted, forcing the cock in deeper with every breath, gripping the other woman's ass so hard she might leave a mark. "This ass is mine. Isn't it? Isn't it?!"
"Yeeess," Fabienne cried into the gag, eyes rolling back in her head.
"You know your place," Friedkin breathed in her ear, feeling her knees weaken and holding her up partially. "This beautiful body belongs to me," she murmured, hammering deeper inside Fabienne until all the other women could do was scream in pleasure. "No woman or man is gonna be good enough for you now, is it? Not even my husband? Not your girlfriend Gazelle? Now tell me you want it."
"Yes, yes, I want it," cried Fabienne into her gag.
"I know, you dirty kitty," Friedkin said, biting her neck. "You're so easy. So easy to bend you over and make you take it."
“Yes!" Fabienne cried as Friedkin held her ass and slammed the cock into it again and again.
Friedkin let her fingers linger briefly over Fabienne's clit and all of a sudden, the younger woman came, collapsing into Friedkin's arms, breathing heavily.
"Good girl," said Friedkin, sliding the enormous cock slowly out of Fabienne's ass and leaving her slumped against the X. She sat down on a nearby chair and touched herself to the sight of her slave, exhausted from being thoroughly fucked.
Present time...
“And that’s what happened, Gazelle,” Fabienne said as she finished her meal. The beautiful snow leopard then got up, pulled Gazelle into arms and kissed her deeply.
“No matter what Friedkin does to me, she’ll only have my body, never my heart,” Fabienne said ending the kiss.
“Good to know,” Gazelle said and was about to kiss her true love again when her cell phone rang. The pop-star sighed in disappointment as she answered the phone. After a brief second, Gazelle suddenly looked surprised. She hung up.
“Bonnie is going into labor!” she cried.
“Bonnie is having her baby now?” Fabienne asked looking at the date on the calendar. “She still has five days to go before her due date.”
“I know, but it’s happening!” Gazelle said. She and Fabienne quickly got on their clothes and hurried to the hospital. Once there, the two of them met Judy and Nick outside the delivery room, the young doe was on her phone contacting her family, while the fox was pacing back and forth.
A loud scream was heard, and Nick couldn't contain himself. Without thinking about the consequences of entering the delivery room without being sanitized, he forced his way in and saw Bonnie holding a crimson furred baby bunny with fox ears in one arm. In the other was a gray furred fox with bunny ears in the other. Nick looked at his beautiful hybrid babies but was quickly pushed back by a doctor.
“I don’t care if you’re the father, you’re not coming in here until you get cleaned up,” he said to Nick.
Of course, Nick understood and didn’t want to cause Bonnie or his babies any stress. So, he went and sat down next to Judy who was holding back tears. The young doe took his hand in hers and placed it on her belly. The fox smiled when he felt their baby kicking.
“They’re going to be perfect just like Bonnie’s babies,” he stated.
“They will be,” Judy replied softly.
“So will mine,” Gazelle spoke up. “Come by my place in three days. I’ll be waiting.”