Special ops cadet part 2 [BDSM] [captivity] [food porn] [orgasm control] [reward/punishment]

(Reading part one is not really required)

Dr. Reno’s footsteps echoed across the lab. Yuna pressed herself into the far wall of the cage. The chill metal rungs indented into her face. His lab coat rustled as he walked past again and her eyes winced closed. “Breath, just breath,” her thoughts chanted. Heat radiated from every inch of her body and her face started to bead with sweat. She clutched the rungs once more and exhaled in discomfort. Dr. Reno’s footsteps halted and turned toward her.

The cage door unlatched and Yuna’s chest fluttered with quickened breath. Her balled up form took up a minuscule percentage of the large 8×7 foot cage. His creaky leather shoes approached steadily and he bent down beside her. Her heart thrashed against her chest. With a small click of his pen, her face was flooded with light. “Shhh, it’s ok,” he said calmly, and reached to move aside her hair behind her ear. The light’s angle shifted and his gloved hand pulled at her lower right eyelid, “Perfect, it’s holding this time,” he said muttering to himself. Yuna’s body shook in its feverish heat. As his hand receded, her head sunk back into its ball. “I know, don’t worry, you’ll be through this part soon.” He said gently petting the top of her head. He exited securing the latch. Papers were swiftly gathered and in a moment the lab door closed behind him. She sat in the quiet empty lab attempting to hold herself together.

“Minutes? No hours, did I fall asleep? Maybe.” She thought, her mind rising from the fog. There was no way to know; the lab was windowless and was kept dimly lit at all times. Her breathing was now even and regular. She rubbed and itched her thankfully dry face. “I’m still me, for now at least,” she sighed. The lab remained empty but she noticed her water had been replenish. Itching at her face and torso she slowly got up. She drank heartily every ounce and continued to itch her thigh. “Fuck,” she said as she started to pace the few feet of her cage. “Lycanthropy, that’s what he said. Doesn’t that mean I have like a month or something? What the fuck do I know. The concept was still fantasy to me a week ago.” She mused, pacing back and forth nervously itching.

Her nose twitched. A sweet robust sent wafted through the room and her lips watered. No…it was more than that, it was more than her mouth. She paused in her confusion. Her pussy twitched and wetted with anticipation. After a few moments the lab door opened and Dr. Reno walked in with a huge juicy rare steak. She stared at it and licked her lips. Dr. Reno smiled at her and set down the tray on a nearby table. “Hungry?” He chucked, “Ok, but first come here, come to the edge so I can give you something.” He said motioning his hands. She walked closer still staring at the steak. The dish brought new meaning to the phrase tender loin as her loins continued to throb. “That’s it, stand still,” Dr. Reno said strapping a collar around her neck. “There, how’s that?” He said before giving another chuckle, “Ok, I know. Here you go,” he added sliding the tray into the slit at the floor.

The weighty slab enveloped her raised hand and its supple flesh oozed hot juices between her fingers. She licked at the drops and a wave of ecstasy washed over her pussy causing her to release a heavy breath. The warm meat graced her lips. With ease her teeth penetrated deeply unleashing more of the warm juices and the liquid flowed down her throat. Her neither region ached but attempts to clench it silent only caused the sensation to grow more intense. She tore off another savory chunk and her hand, unable to help itself, reached up her inner thigh. Her finger tips touched the hem line, her mind fighting the urge to go further. A pen scribbled notes on paper. A frustrated moan escaped her ravenous maw. Her hand changed tactics and found its way to the top band of her shorts. “What the fuck am I doing!” She thought to herself. Slowly her finger tips slipped beneath the elastic. Her pussy called out to be touched.

Pain jolted from the collar. “No, no. Good little bitches don’t fuck their kills.” He said. She sat stunned, her free hand now rubbing at her neck. “I’m not playing your games!” She said prying at the collar. A second shock froze her hands. “No one likes a barking bitch. Stay focused. You’re still hungry aren’t you?” He smiled, “If you can clean your plate and be a good little bitch I’ll let you have your reward.” The sting at her neck faded along with the mental clarity it provided. Unable to ignore the all encompassing hunger she brought the steak back to her lips. Heat radiated between her legs and she crossed her knees trying to quell the burning desires. She tore the meat piece by piece heaving with staggered and struggling breath. She growled in frustration. Her hand instinctively moved for her short’s wristband. Dr. Reno thumb hovered over the remote button. But her fist slammed to the floor: her will prevailed. With the last bite she licked and slurped at her fingers. “Please, please…” she whimpered, her hips squirming. “Good girl, I’m very impressed!” He said. Through the bars he passed a dildo. “Here’s your reward. If your good tomorrow, we’ll see about getting you an upgraded model.”

Her hand flew to grab the synthetic phallus as she simultaneously pulled down her shorts. Her aching hole screamed for her hands to move faster. She tossed her shorts and soaked panties haphazardly aside. The long silicone rod finally positioned itself between her thighs. The head plunged into her voracious lower lips. Sloppy and wet, the piece glided in and out of her tight pussy. She moaned and gasped for air. Her wrist made quick work of her sensitive cunt. Each rhythmic motion tightened and tensed every muscle. She was eager for release…her hand speed for the finish…and there it came. Her climax flooded over her body and left her writhing on the floor. After several moments adrift she looked over to see the lab once more empty.

***

“Mmm hhm mmh mhh” the next morning, Dr. Reno hummed as he entered the lab. The cheery tune sent a crash of anxiety through Yuna’s stomach. “What will it be today?” She thought. Yuna could see something just peaking out of his lab coat pocket. “Good morning little one.” He said and leaned over to be eye level to her on the floor. “I have another treat for you.” He said smiling. “To give it to you, I’m going to need you to come out of your cage, ok?” He straightened stiffly and continued, “Last time you were out of your cage, you were…being difficult. But I don’t want to have to shock you or use a sedative; I don’t want to hurt you. You’re very special to me and the organization. So, can you be a good girl and do as I say?” She paused and reluctantly nodded. “Good.” He gently unlatched the cage door. “Sit…stay,” his hand reached for her throat holding a long black leather strap. With a click the spring hook secured around the metal ring in her collar. “Ok, follow me,” he said backing up, slightly pulling her forward.

To be continued

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