Day 2: Pet

His cock was massive; far bigger than Peter's. It was almost beastial. Yet she had ****. Her hands ran up and down its length, followed by her tongue. The scent was horrible; a pungent musk that immediately called to mind the jungle. Yet she stomached it. His hand rested on her head, tangled in her hair as he pushed her down onto his cock. Her lips stretched around the large girth as she struggled to take it in.

She was little more than a toy to him as he **** her to bob on his cock. She had thought that once he had cum, it would be over. After all, he'd erupted down her throat, forcing her to swallow it all. She had even thanked him, per his command.

But he was far from done. He came down her throat six more times that morning, each just as potent and strong as the last. It wasn't even so much that he was tired as it was time to move on to the next activity. MJ was horrified at his seemingly-infinite stamina. Her face was covered in his seed, her mouth having overflowed.

During the hunt, she fared little better. During their breaks, she was to bathe his cock with her tongue and drain his balls to keep him focused on the hunt. It was even more humiliating that he'd brought others along to train, though they were training to hunt whereas she was training to... well, serve him. None of them seemed to regard her with anything more than a passing disgust like one might treat an unwanted pet.

Leashed to him as she was, it was not like she could flee. Even if she could, where would she go? She had no idea where she was and the entire compound seemed to be surrounded by a jungle. No... her only hope was to wait for Peter. She could hold out. She knew she could.