Izzy basically hated her master.<br/><br/>Onyx was powerful and regal, but her virtues didn't extend much farther than that.  The dragoness was an insatiable creature, devious and perverse and completely unashamed.  When she'd beaten Izzy, the doe had expected to be used, and perhaps even forced upon.  But she never expected that Onyx would tease her like this.<br/><br/>Her fellow servant, Rose, was getting fucked less than a foot from her.  She could hear every whimper and gasp.  She could smell the sweat, and the juices dribbling all over Onyx's engorged cock as it penetrated Rose again and again.  To say nothing of the wetness from Onyx herself, her female sex growing more excited as her male member was thoroughly ridden.  The scent would have been intoxicating if Izzy didn't hate it so much.  And all the while, Onyx's hand was between Izzy's own thighs, burying her fingers in her own slit.  Currently, Izzy had her head turned away from them both, unwilling to give Onyx the satisfaction of watching them.  But already, her body was starting to betray her.  She smelled a third, excited female sex, and was ashamed that it was her own.<br/><br/>When this hard started, Izzy had been more determined.  She was proud, and had once considered herself unbreakable.  But Onyx was truly insatiable, and patient.  It had taken time.. had taken until Izzy had fallen from her seat and was crumpled on the floor, quivering in pleasure, for her to even<em>ask</em>for release.  But asking wasn't the price Onyx wanted.  And so it had continued.  And eventually, when Izzy had been caught between exhaustion and the impending madness of hours of teasing..<br/><br/>Izzy's hand gripped the couch harder, narrowing her eyes as she heard a hot breath escape from her.  The memories of what Onyx had been able to do to her only made resisting her more difficult.  The truth, and Izzy would rather die than admit it, was that she was already envious of Rose.  Just being on that bestial cock, having it inside her at all, was thrilling.  She wanted to look, to at least drink in the sight of those swaying breasts, the head arched back, the ripples of flesh on her ass as that enormous member skewered her again and again.  But she wouldn't, knowing that a glance would only make her crave it more.  Knowing that Onyx was as insatiable as she was, that her cock would take possession of her from within, undoing her and reducing her to a crawling, craven, squealing, trembling fuck toy...<br/><br/>"Doesn't she look so adorably cuddly and sexy like that Izzy?"  Onyx's lurid voice made Izzy grind her teeth.<br/><br/>"Hmph." was her only reply, determined not to look at the enviously erotic form of her co-slave.  Izzy set her jaw and did her best not to make a sound.  Even then, she felt her hips buck forward unbidden, her legs spreading wider.  She felt her chest rise and arch, and her heartbeat quicken as the pleasure mounted.  She hated the fact that Onyx was her master, that she would do this to her.  But most of all, she thought as she heard a strangled squeal sneak out of her throat, she hated the fact that it was working...