Lilli's Shameless Transformation

Irgendwo auf der Welt, in einer äußerst wohlhabenden Gemeinde, dachte ein menschliches Haustier über ihr Leben nach. Sie wussten, dass sie früher eine extreme Frauenrechtlerin war und stark für die Rechte der Frauen einstand. Sie begriff nicht mehr, warum sie das überhaupt getan hatte. Denn jetzt war alles viel besser für sie. Sie konnte nackt auf allen Vieren durch die Gegend laufen und konnte auf dem Rasen ihr Geschäft erledigen, obwohl ihr Besitzer sagte, sie solle hinter dem Haus in eine Ecke des Gartens gehen, um sich zu erleichtern. Sie fanden, dass ihr neuer Name Lilli viel besser war als ihr alter Name Mona. Sie verstand nicht mehr, warum Frauen Menschenrechte wollten, und empfand, dass sie in ihrer neuen Position viel besser dran war. Der Sex war viel besser, da sie nicht mehr gefragt wurde und einfach von ihrem Besitzer genommen wurde. Und das Essen war viel besser als ihr früheres hochwertiges Essen, denn ihr neues Essen war eine braune, stark riechende Fleischpaste, die ihr viel besser schmeckte als das Essen, das sie als freie Frau zu sich nahm. Sie hatte sogar ein schickes Halsband mit ihrem Namen drauf und eine wunderschöne Tätowierung über ihrer Vagina. Ihr ganzer Körper war jetzt vollkommen haarlos, bis auf ihren Kopf, wo ihre Haare zu zwei wunderschönen Zöpfen geflochten wurden. Sie war viel glücklicher mit ihrem neuen Leben als zuvor, und ihr Besitzer versprach eine neue Überraschung für den Tag.

--- Lilli crawled across the sun-warmed marble floor of the terrace, her bare knees pressing into the smooth stone. The breeze teased the ends of her braids, but she hardly noticed—her attention was fixed on the metal bowl near the garden’s edge, filled with that thick, pungent paste she craved. She lapped at it eagerly, the taste rich and primal on her tongue. Behind her, she heard the familiar click of dress shoes against tile. Her owner’s shadow loomed over her, and she shivered—not from fear, but anticipation. His fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to make her gasp. “You made a mess again,” he mused, thumb tracing her bottom lip. She kept her eyes down, but her pulse jumped when his other hand slid between her thighs. The tattoo above her cunt—his name in elegant script—tingled under his touch. “What did I say about using the garden like an animal?” His voice was low, amused. Lilli whimpered, pushing her hips into his palm. She didn’t care about rules, not when his grip tightened, not when she felt him harden against her back. The bowl could wait.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her inner thigh—not punishing, but possessive. A low groan escaped him as she arched against his palm, her wetness smearing across his skin. *"Greedy thing,"* he murmured, dragging his free hand down the curve of her spine. The weight of his belt buckle pressed into the small of her back, cold metal against her flushed skin. Lilli whined, rocking into each deliberate stroke of his fingers. She didn’t need to see his face to know the smirk playing on his lips—she could hear it in the way his breath hitched when she clenched around him. "Beg," he ordered, twisting his wrist just so. Her gasp dissolved into a moan. "P-please—" The bowl clattered to the side as he hauled her up against him, her bare ass meeting the hard line of his cock through his slacks. His teeth grazed her shoulder. "Better."

Her owner's grip shifted, one hand fisting in her braids while the other shoved her forward, bending her over the low terrace wall. The marble bit into her hips, but the discomfort barely registered—not when she felt the rasp of his zipper, the hot press of his cock against her bare ass. "Hold still." The command was rough, but she obeyed instantly, fingers scrabbling against the stone. He didn’t tease. One thrust buried him inside her to the hilt, wrenching a broken cry from her throat. Her cunt clenched around him, already dripping, and he growled low in approval. "Fuck, you take it so well." His hips snapped forward, each movement brutal and precise. Lilli’s vision blurred as pleasure coiled tight in her belly, her moans muffled against her own arm. His fingers dug into her waist, pulling her back onto him with every thrust. The slap of skin echoed off the terrace walls, mingling with her gasped pleas. "More—*please*—" A sharp smack landed on her ass, making her yelp. "Quiet," he ordered, his voice thick with arousal. She bit her lip, trembling as he fucked her harder, deeper, until the world narrowed to the heat of him inside her and the promise of release.

Lilli dachte über ihr verschwindet es früheres Leben nach und was Für ein besseres Leben Sie jetzt hatte

Lilli’s thoughts scattered as he drove into her, her earlier musings about her past life—fading memories of dull routines and empty independence—shattered by the sheer intensity of the present. This was better. **Necessary**. The way he owned her, used her, the way every snap of his hips erased any lingering doubt. His fingers tightened in her braids, tugging her head back sharply. “Eyes open,” he commanded, voice rough. She obeyed, blinking up at the sky, her body strung taut between pleasure and surrender. The contrast was dizzying—her past self’s lonely bed compared to the searing heat of him filling her now, the bite of the marble beneath her, the possessive grip branding her skin. A choked moan tore from her throat as his pace turned relentless, each thrust hitting deeper. She could feel the tension coiling in his muscles, the way his breath grew ragged against her neck. “Mine,” he snarled, teeth scraping her shoulder as his rhythm stuttered. Lilli arched, nails scraping stone, and let the thought dissolve into bliss.