Are We Human?

"You know you made me do that to you," she reminded him.

Drew nodded from behind his hands.

"Verbal responses, dear" she told him, her tone stern but compassionate.

"Yes," he replied. "I deserved it. I'm sorry."

"To be fair, and you know I'm nothing if not fair, you had no idea that you were meant to serve me prior to tonight. It was something you needed to learn, and I think you learned it well."

"Yes I did," he responded, still out of breath. "Thank you for teaching me."

She leaned down and kissed his forehead, wet with perspiration. It was the most affectionate she had been all night. She climbed off of him and stood beside the bed. Drew brought his knees to his chest in a fetal position.

"Look at me, boy."

Slowly his hands came away from his face, which was now inches away from the waistband of Abby's shorts. His eyes couldn't move away from her hands as she unfastened the button. The sound of the zipper coming down pierced the silence for a moment, but it quickly resumed, thick with anticipation. Then, it was the plop of Abby's shorts and underwear hitting the ground that spoke up. Drew might've been salivating. Before him now was his owner, clothed only down to her waist. She let out a quiet giggle at the way her pet was fixated on her vagina, as if it were the first one he had ever seen. For all she knew about him, maybe it was.

"You didn't do a very good job at begging before, but I'm willing to give you a second chance. I know you've been dying for a taste of your mistress's cunt since I first rescued you from that animal bar. Now, at my feet."

She stepped back and pointed at the ground in front of her. Rolling off the bed onto his hands and knees, Drew looked once more at her vagina. There was a glisten to the hairs on her lips; how sweet her cum must have tasted. He would do anything to lap up her wetness. He would even beg.

"Please," he began, raising his head to meet her gaze. "I need to know what you taste like. I need to feel you against my tongue. You have such a beautiful pussy, my mouth waters just looking at it."

Abby nodded for him to continue.

"I belong on my knees, serving you for hours and hours until you're finished using me for your own pleasure. Please, Abby, please may I eat your pussy?"

Suddenly his hair was ensnared between her fingers. She pulled his head back before pointing it forward at her vagina.

"You don't get to call me that, stupid bitch! To you, I am Lady Sparrow. That's what you refer to me as."

The thought of questioning this title never crossed Drew's mind.

"I'm sorry Lady Sparrow, please forgive me!" he cried.

"I gave you a second chance, and you wasted it by pissing me off again. You're fucking unbelievable, you know that?"

Her palm resounded against his cheek. Drew howled. His face felt hot. For a moment, it seemed likely that a tear would well up in his panicked eye. He had never been hit like that before; the stinging sensation shocked and frightened him. Lady Sparrow brought her hand back to slap him again.

"No, don't hit me! I didn't know, but I won't forget! I know my place, thank you for teaching me, Lady Sparrow!"

She mulled it over for a moment, then dropped her hand. Her fingers slithered out of his hair.

"You get nothing now. Do you understand me? Your night ends here."

"I can make it up to you! Please, let me try!"

"Shut up. I'm warning you now."

Once again, this warning went ignored. Drew kissed her foot several times, then wrapped himself around her leg.

"Please Lady Sparrow, I'm desperate! I need you! I'll do anything for you! I'm your worthless slave, I know I don't deserve it but please have mercy on me. Just let me have one taste of your pussy, I can't wait any longer."

She grabbed him by the face and pushed him away. Her eyes were aflame, tightening Drew with a feeling of dread.

"God, look at yourself. I knew this was what you were underneath. You really thought you were above them all, didn't you? All those 'animals' at the bar. You looked down on them and thought to yourself, 'that isn't me. My desires don't control me.'"

She approached. Drew scampered back until he was pressed up against the side of the bed. There was nowhere left for him to run, and Lady Sparrow was getting closer.

"But they do control you. You're a slave to your desires, same as the rest of them. Just another fucking animal."

She pressed down on his cock with her foot, making him cry out.

"That's why I brought you home. I saw your arrogance, your denial, and I knew I had to teach you a lesson. I had to bring you in and break you down, teasing you and tearing away at you until you were a pathetic mess groveling at my feet just for a taste of my cunt. I had to make you realize how powerless you truly are."

Drew couldn't speak; all he could do was let her words fill his head and suffocate him. Lady Sparrow took her two fingers and slid them inside her vagina, sighing as they entered her. Her fingers shone in the candlelight when she pulled them out. Grabbing Drew by the hair once more, she forced her wet fingers into his mouth.

"How does it taste, slut? Was it worth the wait? Was it worth suffering and degrading yourself to lick the cum off my fingers?"

It was salty, somewhat copperish. It was an unremarkable flavor, but knowing who it came from made Drew cherish every drop. Lady Sparrow's long fingers tested his gag reflex as they thrusted in and out of his mouth roughly. Soon, the coating of cum became a coating of saliva. She pulled her fingers out and wiped them off on his face.

"Even now, you still can't help yourself. You don't deny it, you don't try to pretend like you're 'complex' and 'sophisticated.' You know it's true. You know that I'm right about you."

"No, no, I'm not an animal," Drew protested, devoid of heart.

"Don't fight, just admit it. Let me hear you admit it. If you do, then maybe I'll forgive you. Doesn't that sound nice?"

There was no fight left in Drew, and she knew it. What she was saying, it was all true. It was effortless the way she had played him. She pushed him further and further to see what he would put up with just to fuck, and he did it all for her. He waited, he endured, he begged. The whole time, she was doing it to mock him. It had broken him.

"I'm an animal. A worthless animal who can't think about anything other than fucking. You were right all along."

Lady Sparrow exhaled happily. Her pet wasn't the only one who had been waiting for something. It was a long game, but it was fun to play, and the payoff was simply spectacular. She pushed Drew's head against the bed with her finger and positioned her hips in front of his face. He could smell her now.

"You're an animal, but you're my animal," she declared sweetly. "Now get to work."

"Yes, Lady Sparrow."

She leaned in, and their lips finally met. It was a kiss at first, then his mouth pinched down on her skin to suck at her. A sound of contentment escaped from her as she rested a hand on her slave's head. Her fingers couldn't help but twirl when he lapped up the droplets that hung from the hairs curling out of her skin. His tongue pushed in with force from the base of her lip to the top, where it dismounted from her with a flick. Occasionally, it would venture inward to steal quick tastes of her wetness, and these occasions became increasingly frequent as Drew's hunger for her grew.

It caught her off guard when Drew's tongue committed in full and slid up the pink flesh between her lips. Her twirling fingers tensed themselves into a grip; something of a moan flew from her, though she would more likely have described it as a gasp. It was too early for her to be moaning; her pet hadn't yet earned the right to hear that. With the fervorous way he trailed up and down her cunt, however, he could very well be earning it soon. For now, Lady Sparrow kept her composure but allowed herself to grind subtly against his face.

Drew's laps would run unceremoniously over his owner's clit at first, but, after some time, he began to pay it special attention. His tongue would dawdle around it, choosing to slowly trace its perimeter or to give it light proddings that could hardly be registered. Lady Sparrow's involuntary quivers incensed him to tease her more. Her enjoyment was palpable, able to be heard and felt and tasted. Her enjoyment dripped down his chin. She accepted the teasing for longer than Drew had expected, but eventually she yanked on his hair and forced herself harder onto his face.

"I'm through waiting," she announced in a huff. "If you won't give me what I want, then I'm just going to take it from you."

He didn't resist. As her vagina pushed onto him, his tongue pushed back against her clit with a pressure that rolled and rippled. She couldn't help but take his head between her hands and abandon the subtlety of her grinding. Once his mouth wrapped around her and began to squeeze, she found herself unable to stifle her deep moans.

"God," they sounded out. "I fucking love using your mouth as my toy."

They only grew louder as Drew's rapid tongue flicked at her with determination. He wanted her to finish, wanted to know what it felt like against his face when she couldn't hold back any longer. Lady Sparrow bent forward and splayed her hands on the comforter. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. Her nerves were alight, overwhelming her to the point where her hips couldn't even move. Instead, her thighs locked against Drew's jaw and kept him still right where she wanted him. The crushing pressure failed to slow him in the slightest.

"Oh fuck," she murmured.

Blankets oozed from between her fingers.

"Fuck!" she cried.

She threw her head back, nearly biting her lip to shreds as she struggled against the noises that rumbled in her gut. Turning her head toward the light that wavered against her sweating body, she noticed that her candle had burnt down to a nub. She'd need to pick up new one at some point. Maybe she'd take care of that later today.

Her whole body tensed. For a moment, she didn't even breathe.

"Ahhhh!"

Her legs buckled, freeing Drew from the vice grip that threatened to shatter his jaw. Her whole body jerked as earthquakes shook the bones and joints from her core out to the tips of her digits. Then she grabbed Drew by the hair again and rubbed herself on his face, grinding out the last spurts of bliss from her trembling cunt. The series of short screams continued to ring out until she had nothing left to give. Slowly, she stepped away from Drew and flopped onto the bed. Apart from some weak toe curling, Lady Sparrow did not move.

After a few moments, she mumbled, "paper towels on the desk, boy."

He rose from the ground and retrieved a sheet of paper towels. Lady Sparrow rolled over and wiped herself clean, then handed the towel in for disposable. Drew wiped his own face clean and then knelt beside his mistress, who had resumed an inactive state.

"Not bad," she whispered.

"Thank you, Lady Sparrow," he responded.

He kissed her on the thigh and waited. After several minutes of quiet, he finally spoke up.

"Is there anything else you would like to do, Lady Sparrow?"

She raised her head slowly to look at him. There was a pleading readily visible behind his eyes. Now he wanted something from her. He had always wanted it, but this time it felt earned. Lady Sparrow sat up and placed her hand on his head lovingly.

"Oh darling, you wanna cum too, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes please, yes I do," he replied with a nod.

She rapped her fingers on his scalp and gave him a tired smirk.

"I still don't give a shit what you want."

She pushed his head back and stood up. Drew stared up at her, eyes wide with betrayal and devastation. He thought he had earned it; he thought he had won her over. Instead, Lady Sparrow walked across the room and kicked Drew's clothing toward him.

"Get dressed, you skank. You sicken me."

"But," he fought meekly. "I made you cum. I thought I did well."

"Aw darling," she cooed, returning to him. "You did do well. So well."

She kissed him on the top of his head.

"You did so well at being a skank. At being a trashy little tramp who gives it up with ease. Now get dressed and get out of my sight, okay?"

There was nothing left to say. Drew scooped up his clothes and began to slip his underwear on. He reached for his pants when Lady Sparrow put her hand on his. He turned to face her and found a warm smile greeting him.

"This was fun," Abby said. "I like you, trampy boy."

She pecked him on the lips, then handed him her phone. A blank contact form was opened on the screen. Drew looked at her, and she nodded.

"I'm finished with you tonight, but I have more I want to use you for. If you're interested."

He paused for a moment to consider it, then he typed in his information. The woman was out of her mind, but it really had been fun. Plus, one of these days she might even let him finish. The prospect alone was worth pursuing her unique brand of intimacy. He handed the phone back to her.

"I oughta have you listed as Slut, but I guess Drew works for now."

It almost sounded like a joke. It was enough to make them both smile.

Drew dressed himself and Abby led him back to the front door to put his shoes on. She opened up the door, and he stepped out into the cool air once again. It felt good on his tired face. Turning back to her, she opened her arms and brought him in. They shared another kiss, prolonged and affectionate and meant to last them for the rest of the night. The pair came apart, both of them with lips upturned. Drew stepped backward onto the lawn and wished her a good night. She replied in kind.

"Get yourself to bed now," she ordered. "Tomorrow, I'm taking you dancing."