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It was an arduous process, training Petals to be completely obedient. But when she was particularly good, David wanted to reward her in some way. At the same time, he wanted to enforce that he was her master, that she should hold it together when he told her to, to not be a glutton.

"Not yet," he told her. She was sitting in the tub, staring at the slabs of meat that he had brought her. A fat thigh, a large-breasted torso. Petals sat still, small webbed hands clenched, lips tightly pressed together. He could hear a quiet whimper behind her lips. "Petals, darling," he called, and her gaze snapped up to his. Her eyes were wide, and her pupils filled most of them. There was hunger and fear, the most useful concoction for David.

"Hold this," he instructed, tapping at the torso. Petals, with little hesitation because she wanted to eat, picked it up. Her hands clenched on the body in disappointment when David ordered, "don't eat." He gestured for her to take the body, turn it around so its back was against her chest. Petals obliged, her hands shivering. "Hands here," David pointed, and Petals moved her hands to cup the dead breast's. "Fondle," David ordered.

He watched as Petals, with hesitant discomfort and need to follow his commands, started to squeeze the breasts in her hands. She was awkward doing it, and he knew she would need more practice. Her own breasts were none-existent, after all, and practicing on her own tiny tits did not easily translate to large tits.

But her inexperience was arousing. David unzipped his jeans and popped the button, pulling his cock free. He stroked himself as he watched Petals. Her hands. Her expression. She so clearly didn't want to be doing it, and that just was so much more exciting to David. He licked his lips. He motioned to Petals' crotch. "Touch your clit." Petals took one hand off the torso's breasts, and with a downcast gaze, she coaxed her clit, her little mermaid cock, out. It always took a while for her to harden. The look on her face sent a pleasant shiver down David's spine.

He got up, and Petals flinched. David ignored it, not caring to soothe her. He took the torso in his hands, and he saw desperate, hesitant relief in Petals' eyes. The relief turned to discomfort very quickly, when she was ordered to hold her clit still and David lowered the torso's cunt onto it. Petals shook her head, her mouth opening and closing in wordless sounds of objection. She stopped when David raised one hand, threatening to strike her. Petals obediently took the torso in her shivering hands.

David sat back once again, and with hungry lust he watched as Petals raised and lowered their hips, fucking into the dead cunt. She whimpered quietly, and it only made David's body warmer. "You look so pretty, love," he moaned, as he stroked his cock. Petals' gaze was heavily lidded, and she watched David for any signs of aggression. He didn't show any, since she was so sweetly fucking the corpse. David came into his hand, splattering cum across the floor tiles. "Oh, fuck, you're such a good pet, girl," he praised. He caressed Petals' cheek gently, and after a few moments she leaned into the touch, craving that tenderness. David lightly patted her cheek. "You can eat now," he told her. As he left the room, she buried her teeth into the defiled corpse, ready to eat her distress away.

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