explaining something I’d like to do in a few years.” I wiggled her butt plug and asked the question I most needed to know. The thing she hadn’t told me, but I knew there was something she’d left out.
“The anal-only thing won’t be as much fun with you, because whatever was done to you didn’t heal when you changed. They taught you how to clamp those muscles down, to give a tight fuck, but they also stretched you as large as they expected a dick to ever be. This means it was either done before you hit puberty, or they had another trick.”
When a shapeshifter loses her virginity, that little piece of skin doesn’t return when they change. I don’t know why, but it doesn’t. However, the asshole heals during a change, which means you can teach the woman how to relax, but their asshole heals back with every change. It isn’t like fucking a virgin ass every time, because part of it is the woman knowing how to take a dick, and yet, it never gets as easy for them as it does their human counterparts.
Another sob, when she’d mostly stopped crying. “Not like this. Please. Not like this.”
I’d put the key to the padlocks on a leather thong around my neck. I pulled it off, removed her thigh cuffs with the spreader bar still attached to them, and then — as gently as possible — removed the giant plug from her ass. It gaped, and I knew moving her right away would cause more discomfort, but I needed her in my arms. Still, I leaned forward and removed the padlocks holding the chain to her wrist cuffs first, to give her a few seconds.
I left the collar and other cuffs on, though. Taking them off at this juncture ran the risk of getting her out of whatever headspace I’d managed to get her into.
Her ass was in the process of closing, and I rubbed her lower back a few moments before I unlocked the padlocks at her ankles and removed those chains as well. Finally, I tilted her sideways and into my arms, moved up the bed, and sat with my back against the headboard with my kitten cradled against my chest.
“Tell me.”
It was an order, but I kept my voice soft. Probably not gentle, because I’m not certain I’ll ever pull that off. Still, I didn’t think it was harsh.
“Do you know what a pear is, Sir?”
I did. It’s a device that goes in like a butt plug and then opens on the inside, so it can’t be removed. Most need a key in order to make them compact enough to come back out. Some, the stem opens up as well, so whichever hole they’re in is held open wider while the expanded pear is inside them, too large to come out.
“There are a couple of designs. Which did they use on you, Kitten?”
“It wasn’t that big when it went in, and then it was huge. The inside part got big enough there was no way it would come out, and then the stem part was adjusted wider, too. Once it was in and big, only the person with the key could get it out.” She shuddered, and I wished I didn’t have to make her talk about this, but it was important. There was more, because a pear alone wouldn’t keep her from healing when she changed.
“I didn’t know there were different kinds. How are the others different, Sir?”
“It isn’t important right now. I can show you pictures later. How did they use the pear to keep you from healing, Kitten?”
“It wasn’t solid silver, because that would’ve caused too much damage, but it had some silver content.” She took a deep breath, blew it out, and sucked in another. “I don’t think I can blame this one on Mike. From what I gather, someone long ago figured out the silver content necessary to keep us from healing the damage, but not so much to create the kind of damage that would make us useless. It burned like the fires of hell, but we never had it in longer than two hours a day. The inside part didn’t have silver content — only the part that held our asshole open. The stem.”
I held her and petted her, and concentrated on reining in my anger. Mike was dead and couldn’t be killed again. Her father had been outcast and I wasn’t certain killing him was the right thing