["Realistic"][No Image][Sequel] Poppy - For Rent

“Oh, please please please, please reconsider!” Poppy moaned, her hands clasped together in front of her chest, “Please, don't kick me out!

“Poppy... I'm beginning to feel like you're trying to take advantage of me.” Walter sighed, rubbing his temples methodically.

Poppy's pitiful expression started to crack at that remark, and nearly shattered when he snickered, but she quickly pasted it back on

“It's not like that, I swear mister Matthews!” Poppy balled up her fists and pushed her hands down her sides, bouncing her chest up and down as she did, “I've got half my rent right here, I just need–”

“The problem, Poppy... is that it's only half, on top of which, it's nearly a full month late now.” Walter's humoured expression at his own taunting was gone now, and replaced with a stern, icy look, “So what you're basically telling me, is not only do you not have the money you owe me for last month's rent, but also, if I decided to let you stay, you don't have this month's rent either.”

Poppy went rigid, her cheeks going pink as she gawped at the man's summation. As much as she wanted to deny it, she honestly couldn't,

“Ok.... I don't have your money.... B-but maybe we can work something out?”

“If you don't have money, you don't have anything I want.”

“That's not true!” Poppy countered, donning a composed, husky tone, this time when her chest bounced it was on purpose, “How about we stop beating around the bush, mister Matthews? You like my body, and I like having a roof over my head, so how about instead of coming back every week, I just come to you? Every day! Until I can pay off my rent!”

For a moment the man looked to be considering it, but after a beat gave a mighty groan and crossed his arms with a huff,

“I don't have time for that, Poppy!”

“Oh, please mister Matthews! I know you had fun with me! And you've got to know I don't want to be anyone's personal slut for the rest of my life, just for a cramped one bedroom apartment!”

“Even if I wanted to agree, Poppy, I've already filed the paperwork, I've rented this place out to someone else.”

“Please, I'll even let you fuck me raw! I can just start going on –” Poppy cut herself off giving a flinch when the words finally sunk in, her jaw going slack as Walter stepped to the side and revealed a young man that had been standing behind him.

Poppy looked on in shock, meeting the boy's eyes with ease, made possible by whatever twist of fate that had befallen him to make him 'Poppy-sized.' Poppy was short, even for a woman, but luckily as a woman it was an excusable abnormality, however she rarely saw full grown men the same size as her, let alone in this case, where he was actually a bit shorter.

“My son, Dylan, is gonna be in town for the next few months checking out schools in the area, if you want to stay here you can take it up with him from here on.”

Poppy finally found enough of her senses to close her mouth and glance between the two men in front of her, from up at her 'above-average-height landlord' down to his 'son' in complete disbelief. Moments later though it sunk in that she had a chance at staying, just before, Dylan, giving her a wide-eyed smirk, coughed out,

“So... 'raw,' huh?”

Poppy uttered a quiet curse under her breath.

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Poppy looked up at the boy, her eyebrows tented as her hopes of more 'human-sized' relations were dashed completely. The baby-faced young man was now pantsless and unfortunately proved he was indeed related the her ex-landlord, and how. It was difficult tell whether or not it was because of his smaller form, but Poppy was fixated on the idea that he might actually have been packing even more.

“Now isn't this better, Poppy?” Dylan chuckled, giving the leash in his hands a hard yank, causing the collar he had placed around Poppy's neck to squeeze into her throat slightly.

“D-do I really have to do this?” Poppy moaned, crawling towards the boy to relieve the tension around her throat, “Isn't it enough that I'm going to be letting you fuck me whenever you want?”

As she crawled, Poppy found herself wincing at the feel of the large butt-plug that had been squeezed between her cheeks, the end of which was made to look like a curly, synthetic dog tail. It was also paired with a headband that sported two triangular dog ears, but those were far easier to ignore.

“You're the one that can't afford to be my roommate! But this way you don't have too, pets don't pay rent!” Dylan sneered, turning on his heel and making to exit the bedroom.

“W-w-wait a second!” Poppy squealed struggling to keep up with the boy's brisk pace on her hands and knees, her large, bare breasts, swinging freely between her arms every time she jerked forward.

“That's another thing!” Dylan snapped once they reached the living room, giving Poppy's leash another even harder yank.

Poppy ground to a halt, her air cut off at the pull, coughing and sputtering as her arms gave out under her and she dropped to her face to the floor, her ass still in the air.

“I've never seen a dog that can talk before!” Dylan added, skipping around behind Poppy and cracking a heavy hand across one of her cheeks.

Letting loose a yelp, Poppy pushed herself back to her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder at the boy,

“I'm not sure what you– eeeh!” She was cut off by another hard smack.

“If you wanna stay here, rent free, you've gotta follow some simple rule!” Dylan snarled, wrapping the leash around his hand several times until it was pulled tight even when he leaned in and grabbed Poppy by the hair, “You're gonna have to learn how to act like a proper puppy-slut!”

Giving a choked out whimper Poppy grabbed at the collar digging into her throat. Moments later Dylan let her go, taking a step back and dropping the leash over her back, giving a sinister chuckle as he did,

“Tell you what though, I'm not as mean as my old man, I'm not against letting you learn. Be a good girl and get on the coffee table, I'll be right back!”

Poppy gave a few teary eyed coughs as she heard Dylan stomp off. Rubbing her throat and wiping her eyes she took a deep breath as she tried to order her thoughts. She could hardly believe what she was letting this guy do to her to put a roof over her head, but she didn't have very many options. Although..., even if it was humiliating, to have to lower herself to acting like an animal, when she thought about it, if he didn't want her to talk, that meant she wouldn't have to talk to him or pretend she liked him. Plus, it wasn't like taking a huge dick was anything new to her....

With a tight lipped frown and a determined groan, Poppy crawled over to the short table and laid across it, sticking her ass into the air with a sigh.

She didn't know what else Dylan had in store for her, but she had come to the decision, that after what she'd already been through, holding on just a little longer in exchange for a place to stay, just until she figured something else out, was an easy enough price to pay.

“Oh! Good girl!” Dylan cooed, in a snotty tone of voice, giving Poppy's slightly reddened cheek an appreciative pat as he approached, “I still think you need to be taught a lesson though. You need to learn your place as a proper pet girl.” With a smirk he tossed a bundle of ropes onto the table in front of Poppy's face.

Poppy was about to muster up the courage to bark like a dog, but the sight of the ropes startled her,

“Excuse me – what is all –” she was interrupted by another hard smack across the ass, grinding her teeth together and letting out a yelp.

“That's exactly what you need to put a stop to! If you're gonna live under my roof, you follow my rules! You're a puppy-slut now. Remember it!” Dylan spat, giving Poppy another smack.

This time she was much more prepared for it and managed to avoid letting out more than a stifled grunt, but she got the distinct impression he was wringing as much power out of his own diminutive form as he could.

Poppy nearly reached her limit however when a moment later, Dylan brought both hands down on her ass and vaulted on top of her, crashing down on her back with his full weight, squeezing the air out of her and pinning her to the table.

With a squeal turned gasp, Poppy thanked her luck that he was so light.

While she was winded and off guard, Dylan wasted no time and leaned over to press Poppy's wrists to the table, side-by-side, and started wrapping them up with a length of rope.

Poppy struggled to keep up with how fast everything was happening, her rough treatment, the impromptu bondage from a complete stranger, and Dylan's hyperactive behaviour, like a petulant child. She was about to panic and start flailing, but then a thought stuck out in her mind; he was doing it on purpose.

The little freak was taking pleasure in tormenting her! And if she didn't play ball, he'd threaten to kick her out and then use it as an excuse to torment her more. As much as she loathed the idea of being broken by him, Poppy had made the decision to stay all on her own, and she wasn't looking to ruin it now.

Relaxing underneath Dylan, Poppy went limp and allowed him to truss up her wrists, giving him only a whimper in response.

“What was that?” Dylan grunted, freezing for a second.

Taking a deep breath, Poppy let out a shaky, humiliating 'yip,' her cheeks going pink as she did.

“Ooooh! So you think you're a good girl now?”

Poppy gave a whine followed by a slightly more confident yip, and after a moments though **** herself to give her hips a little wag.

“Afraid that's not good enough now, Poppy! You've still gotta be punished, but it's good you're learning!” Dylan gave a condescending chuckle as he climbed off Poppy's back and took up another length of rope, threading it between Poppy's bound wrists before dragging it over to the opposite end of the table.

Poppy showed her displeasure with a throaty whine, slumping over the table as she did, burying her burning hot face between her arms.

Meanwhile Dylan just smiled and went about tying her arms down so she was stretched out across the table. Next came her legs. Poppy was about to ask if it was really necessary, but caught herself at the last second and let out another whimper as her thick thighs were bound to the short table's legs

Once he was done, Dylan shuffled backwards on his knees a few paces and admired Poppy's plump rear end, draped over the coffee table – her coffee table, as she hadn't technically even moved out – before shuffling back in, and clapping his hands over her plump ass in appreciation,

Without another word however, he took up his rock hard shaft and pressed it against Poppy's pussy, earning a gasp from her, and a low whine.

Poppy was painfully aware that the head of his cock, currently probing at her nethers, was completely bare. A beat later her attention was shaken when he slammed into her, driving himself balls deep in one forceful shove.

This time, Poppy was able to keep her voice under control, even if she was grinding her teeth together and fighting the urge to yelp. She couldn't believe she was thinking it but she was actually thanking her luck that she'd been stretched out so thoroughly by Walter, nearly a full week before, and she still didn't feel completely recovered.

With a gleeful laugh, Dylan started to pump into Poppy, picking up speed without an ounce of hesitation. Poppy clenched her fist in response as his bare cock, pounded into her, stretching her battered pussy back to its limit. As Dylan increased his speed Poppy started to brace herself for a rough pounding just like his father had given her, as he was clearly not wasting any time on giving her all he had. Except he kept going faster, and pounding her harder.

It wasn't long before Poppy was back to whimpering through gritted teeth, her mind going blank as her pussy was battered harder and faster than Walter ever seemed capable.

And then, unlike his father – bellying the fact that he was so much younger than the man – Dylan slammed his hips against Poppy's, just a few minutes in, and gave out a tight lipped grunt as he pumped his cum inside her.

Poppy would've been torn over the facts that he had finished so quickly and the fact that he had finished inside her, completely bare, if it weren't for the fact that she too was cumming. Face red as a beet at the punishment she had been given, drool dripping down her chin through her clenched teeth, Poppy let out a squeal as she clamped down around Dylan's sizable member, his jackhammering pushing her to her own brink just as fast.

Just as she started to relax however, Dylan started in on round two... just like his father.

Poppy didn't have the senses to even respond, although it helped that she'd already been through the same thing with Walter, she was already expecting her treatment to extend for a second round. And a third. And a fourth. Fifth through seventh... caught her off guard however.

Poppy started to yowl senselessly, part of her wanting to protest but she was neither given permission to talk nor had the proper state of mind at the never ending punishment.

Each time Dylan went at her, his lust fuelled fury didn't let up. He hardly seemed winded at all and kept up a constant pace. Poppy on the other hand felt like she was losing her mind as she was pounded mercilessly by this half-pint with the cock that could put farm animals to shame. Every time he pumped her full of another load of his seemingly endless supply of jizz, she couldn't help cumming with him, and the ordeal was starting to take it's toll on her.

Unlike Walter, Dylan seemed insatiable.

Poppy stopped count after the ninth session, going limp on the table gasping for air as her eyes went out of focus. As her arms and legs started to go numb, the only thing she could think about anymore was Dylan's cock pounding in and out of her, and his hot cum bubbling down her legs.

It wasn't until Poppy felt a pressure at her ass, that she finally found herself brought back to the present with a start. Giving a weak gasp, she glanced over her shoulder and found Dylan, gripping her 'tail' moments before he yanked the plug from between her cheeks, wringing a barely audible squeak from her tired lips.

Dropping her head back to the table with another moan, Poppy glanced around the living room breathlessly, and took note that the sun was coming in at a sharper angle than she'd last remembered.

Had she passed out?

The thought rousing something in the pit of her stomach, Poppy was hit with a minute jolt of adrenaline. Her awareness for her body finally spread from the numb, burning ache that was her battered crotch, down her numb legs. It was difficult for her to tell, but she could swear she was kneeling in a pool of something warm, and sticky.

“I think it's about time I give this hole a try next before I let you off the hook, alright?” Dylan chuckled, pressing his cock against Poppy's pre-stretched back door.

Poppy replied with a weak, shuddering 'yip,' as she asked herself if she was even going to be able to walk once this was all over... if it ever ended....