by Loki Renard
“Do you like any of these?”
Sarah did not know if she liked them or not. All she knew was that they were quite overwhelming and she couldn’t imagine wandering about looking like a flower that threw up a whole lot of other flowers.
“Excuse me, sir.” A woman was approaching, her nose so high in the air Sarah immediately assumed that she was scenting something. When the woman’s nose failed to lower at any point, she concluded that it was just how she carried herself. Strange, but no stranger than anything else people in the city did. “You cannot bring pets in here.”
“I’m looking for something for Sarah to wear,” William said, putting a hand on Sarah’s shoulder. “She needs a few dresses, something nice.”
“I’m afraid we don’t have anything that would suit her,” the woman insisted, looking at William, not Sarah. “Please take her out of here.”
“Yes,” Sarah agreed. “Please take me out of here.”
The saleswoman looked at her in surprise. “Oh, she talks, that’s funny. I didn’t know they could speak.”
“I’m a person, you idiot,” Sarah snapped. It was one thing to be thrown out of a store because she was a feral wretch and frightening the other customers away. It was quite something else to be treated as if she weren’t even human.
“Sarah,” William said warningly. “No need to be rude.”
“She’s being rude,” Sarah pointed out.
The saleswoman looked surprised, offended, and shocked in equal measures. “My, she certainly thinks highly of herself, doesn’t she?”
“That’s funny, coming from a woman who looks like the ass end of a forest bird.”
William snorted with what was probably amusement, but he covered it up quickly. “Sarah, please.” He turned to the saleswoman. “Please, ma’am, I just need something for her to wear.”
“I’m afraid we have a strict no pets policy,” the woman insisted. “Please leave, or I will call the authorities.”
“They have a strict ugly dress policy too,” Sarah said. “And an ugly person policy as well.”
“Sarah!” William’s scowl was almost believable. “Behave yourself.”
The woman was moving away, presumably to contact the authorities.
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go.”
Sarah allowed herself to be tugged out of the store. She was not sorry to leave, but she was thoroughly annoyed at the reason for her leaving.
“Everybody in this entire city hates me,” she complained as William quickly marched her out of the store.
“You didn’t do a whole lot to change their minds,” William said. “You were rude.”
“She was rude. And anyway, she didn’t like me before she knew I was rude. She didn’t want me there because I’m wild. Because I don’t have the right colored hair or the right colored eyes. Nobody wants me here.”
“We’re going to try another store,” he said. “And this time, you’re not going to insult the staff.”
Sarah thought that was a bad idea, but her opinion didn’t matter. William was on a mission and he wasn’t going to leave without a dress.
“Maybe you should just buy the dress for yourself,” she suggested. “They might actually sell one to you.”
“Cute,” William said. “Try not to annoy the people in this store.”
They entered another store with a similarly garish range of clothing options. Sarah had long lost interest in the possibility of actually getting something to wear, not that she wanted to dress like a citizen anyway. They all looked utterly ridiculous to her eyes.
“What about this?” William pointed to something gauzy and soft. It didn’t look like it would do much in the way of covering anyone’s body. She could see right through it to the disapproving face of the citizen beyond. This time it was a man, whose brown hair had been sculpted into a wave atop his head. It didn’t move when he did, it was somehow stuck together in one large clump. Very civilized, unlike her own loose green locks, which moved with every little wisp of wind.
“Sorry, sir,” the salesman said, plucking the item from William’s fingers. It was a bold move, especially given that he was about half William’s size. “Our clothing is designed for citizens only. It is unlikely to accommodate your pet.”
“How would it not?” William inquired. “She has the same measurements as any other woman.”
“No, I don’t. Citizen women have big fat butts,” Sarah interrupted.
“You’re about to have a very sore butt if you don’t cut this out,” William growled at her under his breath. She didn’t know why he was so annoyed with her. She wasn’t the one refusing to serve herself. She wasn’t the one treating others as less than human.
“This is a very fine fabric,” the salesman explained. “It is not suitable for… pets.”
The inflexion he put on the word ‘pets’ was enough to convey a sense of complete disdain.
“I don’t think it much matters who wears the clothing, does it?” William’s voice was strained. He was trying to be reasonable.
“We cannot have word getting out that our finest items are being worn by a pet,” the salesman said. “It would not be good for business.”
“I see,” William said. Sarah could sense the tension rising in him. He was getting annoyed, maybe even angry. His tension made her tense in turn, made her angry at the salesman who insulted her and William in equal measure.
She grabbed the nearest dress and pulled it over her head. It was voluminous, as was most city clothing, so it slipped right over her head. The salesman shouted in horror as she danced around his store, running hither and thither in the windows for all the citizens to see.
“Sarah! No!” William gave chase, but she was more nimble than he as she moved through the racks of clothes. She dived right through the middle of one, scattering fabric in a cloud of color.
“Stop her! Stop her at once!” The salesman’s shrieks rose to a hysterical pitch. “She is destroying my store!”
The chase only lasted a minute, but in those sixty seconds, Sarah managed to knock over practically every single rack in the store and tear through several dozen dresses. William caught her in the open space cleared by her rampage, his palm whacking her bottom hard enough to make her cry out. But it was just as well he caught her, for a split-second later authorities burst into the store, weapons at the ready. They were dressed in heavy blue uniforms, one of the few items of city attire that didn’t culminate in a skirt.
“It’s alright!” William shouted, his hand extended. “The situation is under control.”
“This does not look like it is under control,” an officer said.
“I mean she is under control,” William said. “No need for the heavy stuff.”
The officers lowered their weapons, and Sarah felt William breathe again.
After that, there were fines. Lots of fines. Sarah stood in her new dress, bright pink with splashes of neon green while William paid out what he said amounted to half a year’s salary to the salesman for damages and to the authorities for the fines incurred by having a pet out of control. Sarah stood by sheepishly while credits changed virtual accounts, then William took her home.
“Am I in trouble?” She gathered the courage to ask the question as they went through the front door.
“Oh, you’re in trouble,” he said. “There’s no doubt about that.”
He was saying the words, but he didn’t actually seem angry. He seemed like he was trying to hold something back, something that was hard to read on account of him hiding it.
“Come here,” he said, beckoning her close. She went obediently, hoping that she wasn’t about to be spanked too hard.
He cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers. “You are a terrible brat,” he murmured, kissing her over and over again with great affection and amusement.
“I’m actually very good at being a brat,” she replied between kisses.
“That is true, and you’re going to be discip
lined for that. You destroyed that store.”
“But I got a dress, like you wanted.” Sarah did a little twirl in the dress she had not relinquished. It fanned out around her in dramatic fashion, but it did not make her look civilized. If anything it emphasized just how wild she was.
“For what that little trip cost we could have bought a hundred dresses. Take that thing off. Take everything off.”
Sarah obeyed. She sensed that the punishment, whatever it was, was not going to be unpleasant. She tossed off the dress and her underclothing and everything else and stood proudly naked before William, who likewise abandoned his coverings.
“Less clothing, less trouble,” he said, drawing her close. He cupped her bottom, his strong hand parting her cheeks enough that she felt a little cool rush of air between them. His cock was already thick with lust, pressed against her mound with an insistent pressure.
Drawing her toward him, he sat down on the very same couch she had been napping on earlier, pulling her down atop him in a position that was excitingly familiar. With one hand wrapped around her waist, he held her firm as his free hand began to land against her spread cheeks with hard, firm swats. It was a punishment of sorts, but it did not hurt in the slightest even though her cheeks were jiggling and stinging.
“I’m sorry about today,” he said, swatting her quickly.
“I thought I was the one who was supposed to apologize,” she said, squirming back and forth, her clit rubbing against the hard ridge of his bare cock. Her wetness was beginning to coat his rod, making a smooth and pleasurable surface to grind against.
“I should have known it would not go well for you in the city. I should never have made you deal with that kind of prejudice.”
“Preju-dish is the worst kind of meal,” she agreed, grinning.
He smiled back at her, settling his hands on her hips and pulling her close to let her grind against him without the distraction of stinging swats.
“Is this my punishment?”
“Oh, you want your punishment?” He let his fingers drift to her tender bottom hole. “Is this what you want?”
She gave a sheepish little smile and his grin grew broader. Slapping her bottom, he ordered her onto the floor in front of him. “Hands and knees, facing away from me,” he said. “Present that ass to me.”
Sarah obeyed, though the position was very vulnerable and a bit embarrassing.
“Head down,” he said.
She put her head to the floor, leaving her bottom high, her wet pussy and tight bottom hole exposed to his gaze.
William took his time, sliding a finger casually in and out of her clenching pussy. “I should be thrashing this little ass,” he said mildly.
Squirming her hips back and forth, Sarah made her cheeks dance in a way she hoped he found amusing. His little growl of arousal told her that he did, but it also earned her a few hard slaps to both of her cheeks before he plunged two fingers back inside her pussy and started pistoning them in and out, his thumb pressing against her clit as he did.
“Oh! Oh my! Ohhh…” Sarah cried out as he handled the most tender parts of her body with a rough mastery that left her leaking juices and desperate for the bigger, harder, thicker part of him. Before she received his cock, he made sure that her pussy was well prepared, collecting her juices on his fingers and rubbing them against her bottom hole.
She whimpered, but there was no denying him his prize. Slowly and surely, he began to press inside her tight bottom, spreading the muscle with his fingers while still keeping two inside her pussy. Penetrated fore and aft by his thick digits, Sarah could do nothing but pant her arousal to the floor.
“Please,” she moaned. “Please…”
“Please what?” He pushed his fingers deeper into her bottom and pussy. “Tell me what you want.”
“Please fuck me…”
He considered that for a few minutes, letting his fingers slowly plunder her holes as he did. “Hmmm,” he said eventually. “I don’t know. I don’t know if you deserve it.”
“I do,” she whimpered. “Please.”
William’s other hand came into play, but not to caress. He reached between her thighs and laid a light slap across her mound and pussy. Filled and now spanked, Sarah moaned and cried out as he began punishing the most sensitive part of her body with quick, crisp swats. He spanked her over and over, until her pussy started to pulse against his fingers as her clit burned. She was being punished, but she was also getting very close to cumming on his fingers.
Before she could cum, he pulled his digits out of her bottom and her pussy and then there was nothing to protect her. She was spanked on her bottom, on her upper thighs, and across her very wet pussy lips, and she begged for every single stroke. The slaps and swats sent jolts of pleasure through her body, making her a slave to his palm. She was on the verge of climax again when he stopped slapping, slid down from the couch, and pressed his cock deep inside her in one long, hard thrust.
“William!” She cried his name at the top of her lungs as her cunt contracted in a powerful orgasm, which he fucked her through with hard strokes, making her take every inch of his cock. He gave her no quarter and showed her no mercy as he rode her well-spanked pussy toward his own climax, taking hold of the hair at the nape of her neck as he thrust.
It was a hard fucking, a fearsome pounding that pushed her through one orgasm and into another almost immediately. Her quivering body, weak from repeated climax, gave way and she went to the floor completely, lying near flat out on the soft carpet as William slammed his cock into her clenching, wet pussy.
He spilled his seed inside her with a roar of triumph, his hips clamping down against her hot ass as he filled her with his load. She could feel him pulsing inside her as his cum splashed her walls, claiming her with his essence.
“Are you alright?” He asked the question when he regained the ability to speak, kissing along her neck to her cheek and cuddling her close, his cock still deep inside her.
“Mm-hmm,” Sarah said, biting her lower lip to hide a cheeky smile. “I think I like shopping.”
Chapter Six
As the days drew on and things became more settled, Sarah started exploring the house more and more. The city was off limits and she was happy for it to be that way, but there were all sorts of interesting nooks and crannies she’d not yet gotten into at home. William’s office was something like hallowed space. He’d never actually told her not to go in it, but she hardly ever had except when she was in trouble. Maybe that was why she avoided it, because it reminded her of being scolded and ending up with a very sore bottom.
Eventually though her curiosity drew her into the room, which smelled like William at rest and where a great electronic book was laid out on the desk. What had he spent so many hours doing with that great tablet? He was always tapping away in his spare time, eschewing more engaging entertainment for what seemed to her to be a very repetitious and mind-numbing activity.
There was something on the screen when she sat down in his chair. Sentences upon sentences, a veritable barrage of words. He must have put them all there one by one. Why, she could not imagine. She did know that there must be some meaning hidden in the text.
Sitting down, Sarah tried to puzzle out the words. She saw what she knew was her name repeated several times. She realized that he must be writing about her.
“Hello, you.” William’s deep drawl interrupted her investigation. “What are you doing there?”
“Just looking,” she said, hoping she was not in trouble. She’d had her fill of trouble for a while.
“Oh, yes, finding it interesting?”
“This is my name,” she said, pointing to an instance of the word ‘Sarah.’ She could have pointed to almost any place in the text, it appeared there so often.
“It is.”
“Why are you writing about me?”
“It’s not just about you,” he said, coming around behind her and putting a calming hand on her shoulder. “I write abou
t the wilds. The animals that live there, and the humans who do too. City dwellers don’t know much about wildling culture. There has been a great deal of divergence between our two societies over the years.”
“What did you write about me?”
“I wrote that you’re a very unique creature, a civilian gone feral completely disconnected from existing wildling tribes.”
“Did you write that I am pretty?”
His lips twisted in amusement. “Why don’t you try reading what’s there?”
“It’s faster if you tell me.”
“It will be more rewarding if you read it yourself. Try this word.” He put his finger up to a word that seemed too long and too complex to be bothered working out. It started with a B, ended with an L, and had a whole lot of other letters in between.
She looked up at him. “Just tell me.”
“Just read it.”
Concentrating, Sarah tried. There were vowels after the B. Three of them. E. A. U. She had no idea how one might even begin to sound out such a mess of round sounds, so she moved on to the more comfortable hard letter. T. T was good. She knew where she was with T. Then an I. Then an F.U.L. She knew what that sound was. Ful. Puzzling over the word for long seconds, she found it began to form in her mind. It was a nice word. A very nice word.
“Beautiful?”
“That’s right,” he said, kissing the back of her neck. “You’re beautiful. And now it’s a matter of public record.”
“Public?”
“Once I publish this, it will be added to the archives that are shared digitally between all the cities. Millions of people will know of you and your beauty.”
A little smile spread across Sarah’s face. “What else did you say about me?” She scanned the text eagerly, suddenly interested in the art of reading. “This word,” she mused aloud. “What is this word… S…T…U…B…B…O…R…N.”
“You are stubborn,” William said, “and a great many other things besides.”
She could not disagree with that. She would have liked to have read more, but for once, William had other ideas.