Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27950421-20181027211716/@comment-36855838-20181028050459

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I had long known that my place in the world would be a small one, that the women around me would be choosing my fate unless I chose a violent alternative.

As I gave my sister a big hug and walked quietly up to my room, I remembered a trip to the country with my father when I was a boy.

"Now, remember Ocean, the only reason that horses obeyed us humans, is because they have a family structure which we can take control of. To them, we're just odd alpha horses, too lazy to walk for themselves."

Yes, that was it, I just had an odd, flaming-eyed big sis.

As I sat alone in my room, the tears flowed silently down my face, shaky breaths passing my lips.

Mercifully, my closet was soundproofed, and only I and my sister had the keys.

I retreated there to cry properly, and once the tears had passed, I tip-toed to my bathroom, and bending over at the waist, drank greedily of the cold tap water.

Feeling much better, but the interrogation too loud for me to focus, I took my backpack into the closet, finishing my homework before sundown.

The smell of sausages and bacon woke me.

Mom must be cooking.

I walked downstairs to find Jessica instead, the little kobold an old pal of my sister, second in rank to her, in fact.

Her ears perked up at my approach, but she simply whistled a brief tune before returning to cooking more meat to add to the massive pile already on the counter

In mere moments, I was seated at a table for two, an unlit candle in the center, across from me sat the salamander from before.

Her eyes were closed tight, several bruises on her face and a bottle on the table, my sister Amber kneeling next to her and dabbing the contents on her face.

Every brush of the cloth healed another wound, and by the time my sister had finished, the poor girl seemed much less strained.

Amber leaned in to the Salamander, and in a barely audible whisper said,

"You have my utmost approval dear, consider yourself taken care of, and don't you worry, I'll have your poor father's cancer treatments paid for within the month, we take care of our own in the underworld."

This reduced the Salamander to tears, and she embraced Amber with such passion, I almost thought she'd break her spine!

Amber returned the embrace, tearing up herself.

She bent over the candle, and a single flaming droplet brought us illumination, the perfect mood lighting, considering the sun had just set.

Amber grasped the Salamander hard on the shoulder, and did not bother whispering this time.

"If I become dissatisfied, I will mulch you, right after I mulch your father in front of you."

Blood dripped from where her claws had found purchase, and the Salamander was now a dissheveled wreck.

Amber turned, licking her paw reverently as she faced me, and then pulled me in to place several very wet kisses across my face.

I relaxed into her grip, finding great comfort in her warm, strong embrace, and soon she had set me back into my chair.

She once again gently dabbed at the wounds of the Salamander, before sauntering off, the spring in her step clearly a bounce of pride.

I glanced across the table at the terrified girl, wondering which of us should speak first.

Her tail was quite dim, barely any flames at all.

Her glasses were miraculously intact, her whole body shaking.

I reached slowly across the table, knowing full well what Amber and our gang were capable of.

"There's a lot you can do without killing someone."

The fact that she could still speak boded well.

I still haven't forgotten the screams of the Kappa who'd tried to take me away.

''What's your name? I'm Ocean, of course.''

I grinned when she jumped, telepathy being something my father had taught me, an old family secret passed from fathers to sons for at least forty generations.

I eavesdropped on her thoughts.

Oh god he talked in my head whatdoIdo he's so cute butAmber'ssoscary how do I do this Ijustwannacry what if he doesn't-

Hey, calm down.

I finally placed a hand gently on her claw.

She stared at it for a good while, her thoughts so jumbled as to be unreadable.

I could definitely tell she was starting to forget about Amber, though.

"Hey, could you tell me your name? Mine's Ocean, O-c-e-a-n."

She gave me a look between disgust and dismay, and finally managed to vomit out a strangled,

"Rosemary."

''Don't like your name, dear? I could always use your ekename, if you have one.''

"I go by Rose," I gave her mind a gentle nudge, trying to pick apart the tapestry of consciousness to find some strings I could pull, and struck gold immediately, I had found the Orgasm button.

Her breath freshly ragged, and her chair surely drenched, she blushed so bright she nearly outshone the candle.

"What do you do for fun, Rose?"

"I like games of wit, Chess for instance."

"I love chess!"

I hear a moan of pain from the kitchen, and quickly lower my voice.

"Would you like to play, after dinner?"

I'd love to, Rose.

She grinned, and mere moments later, Jessica walked in with a plate piled high with sausages, bacon, and steaks.

Rose reached for a sausage, and was met with a dagger through the arm.

I recognized the demon-realm silver by it's innatural sheen, but guessing the purpose of the glowing red runes was achieved by checking Rose's mind and finding nothing but a sea of pure agony.

Jessica yanked the dagger free harshly, and grabbed Rose by the hair.

"He is your host, and outranks you in the pack, you eat what he permits you, from his paws."

With that, Jessica departed, eager to eat from my sister's hand just like I so often had when she was available.

Witb Jessica gone, I held the highest rank in the room, and I was not at all interested in being stingy.

I quickly moved my chair closer to her, holding morsels of meat to her lips, and occasionally carving up a steak for her.

By the time the plate was empty, we had achieved a perfect rhythm for my feeding her; and She had mastered drinking from the odd hamster-bottle like fixture which was used by Amber and her gang at mealtimes.

Jessica soon returned with a second plate, and I fed myself in silence, once I felt stuffed, I began to feed Rosemary the rest.

She was absolutely ecstatic, licking my hand clean like a puppy.

The high saturation of Kobold demonic energy may have had something to do with it.

I had known that Amber had gained control of some holdings in a doggy demon realm, but before meald had begun to have an effect on my behavior two years prior I had dismissed it as mere rumor.

Training would certainly be easier like this, she would be an unwitting pack member within the week, and Amber had always given me this task because of my "improbable training skills."

I had hold of the reigns, her mind was the wooden cross with which I would manipulate her every movement.

I led her to the couch, she sat before me, and immediately jumped up, a sharp, stabbing pain in her bottom that quickly subsided.

I seated myself, and then she sat down on the opposite side of the couch.

More pain, but less severe.

She walked towards me, and as she sat beside me, no pain came.

She leaned in, grabbing me by the shirt collar and pulling me into a rough kiss.

I made her feel a burnong hell, her lips alight, her hands infested with crawling burrowing maghots, she flung herself back, and immediately the pain stopped.

I made the far side of her cold, and the near side warmer, she nestled against me, and I stopped messing with temperature, pressing on her pleasure center without mercy.

She writhed, her tail slapping against the couch, until I stopped it.

I waited, she pushed her head hard into my stomach,I made her feel razorblades slicing through her scalp.

She curled into a pained little ball, knowing she could not escape.

I patted her head, offering pleasure where I touched, and trailing back to the painful spot.

With every stroke of my hand, I slowly reduced the pain, until I was massaging her scalp, and she was practically purring.

The pain now gome, I continued with both positive and negative reinforcement.

Slowly but surely each submission to the ways of the pack granted pleasure, and rebellion brought needless pain.

I had soon hardwired her brain to make her a pack member, and it had taken only two days, unusually fast for a non-dog type.

That sunday, we were napping as a pair, customary for mates who were part of the pack.

The rest of our remaining local branch were also present at the house, napping around us in the living room.