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 Author: Hungry Guy and Lady Fuschia
Title: HUNGRY FOR FUSCHIA PART 5
Universe: Hungry For
Summary: While on holiday in London, Hungry Guy buys a slave girl at a
slave auction in a warehouse in The Docklands, and brings her back home to
the States with him...
Keywords: MF/F Mpov Mdom Fdom Fsub humil cons piv oral anal ws choke
strangle reluc rom bi cheat creampie caution
Language: english

   HUNGRY FOR FUSCHIA
BY: Hungry Guy and Lady Fuschia

   *************************************** * CHAPTER 5 - THE LADY _IS_ THE
TIGER * ***************************************

   On Thursday evening, Guy set out a large shopping bag that he had
brought with him on his way home from work earlier during the week.

   "Oh, Fuschia," he called out in a singsong voice as he approached her
cage that he had locked her inside that morning.

   "Master?" she asked nervously.

   "Oh, don't be frightened, sweet slave," he said with a smile.  "If I
recall rightly something that I noticed back in London, you'll like what I
have planned for us this weekend!"

   "Yes, Sir," she said meekly, but not without a hint of fright in her
voice.

   He handed her a bottle of _Nair_ and said, "First, I want you to take a
shower and use this depilatory all over your body, except for the hair on
your head, of course."

   Fuschia obeyed without question.  Then, after her shower, Guy motioned
for Fuschia to stand on an old towel on the floor.  He had set out an air
brush device and a large assortment of body paints on an adjacent table. 
Fuschia smiled and closed her eyes.

   Using a photo that he had once found on the Internet, he got to work.

   "Ohh!  That tickles," Fuschia said at the time Guy held up her arm and
sprayed under her armpit.

   He started on her face, painting her with black, white, and orange.  He
worked down her chest, and then down her back.  Net, he sprayed each of her
arms in turn.  And finally her legs.  When he was done several hours later,
Fuschia looked like a leopard-girl out of Star Trek.

   The next morning, Guy touched up a few places on Fuschia's body and then
he had her get dresses in that outfit that he had bought for her in Harrods
that day, finishing with a lightweight but wide aluminum collar around her
neck.  Packing lightly, they drove down to the Amtrak station and boarded a
train for New York.

   Fuschia received a few stares as they made their way up out of Penn
Station onto 34th street and crossed the street to their hotel.  After
checking into their room in the early evening, they went down to the
restaurant and had dinner.  Again, though she was fully dressed, Fuschia's
appearance was met with many glances from passers by.

   A waitress approached the table and began her spiel.  "Hi!  I'm Tammy
and I'll be serving you tonight.  Our specials are..." Tammy looked right
at Fuschia.  "Oh my God!  That's fantastic!  Where did you get that done?"
she asked Fuschia.  Fuschia started to speak, then closed her mouth and
glanced nervously at her master.

   "You may speak," Guy said to his slave.

   "My, er, master painted me," said Fuschia.

   "You painted her?" Tammy said to Guy!  "She's your pet kitty?  You're
really good!  You paint a lot of women to look like big cats?"

   "No, actually, Fuschia here is my first.  I just followed a photo that I
found.  I think I could do better with more practice."

   "I wish I could see all of her," said Tammy.

   "Well, I'll be showing her off later at a club.  I just hope her
clothing didn't smear the paint."

   "Yeah, that'll be a shame," said Tammy.

   After dinner, they returned to the lobby and then approached the
entrance to the hotel.  "Would you call me a taxicab?" said Guy to the
doorman.

   The doorman glanced at Guy, then at Fuschia, then back at Guy.  "You
want me to call you a taxicab?"

   "Yes please," said Guy.

   "You really want me to call you a taxicab?" said the doorman.

   "Yes!  I really do!" said Guy.

   "Okay," said the doorman with a shrug.  "You're a taxicab."

   "Fuschia!  Eat him!" said Guy.

   "I'd love to!" said Fuschia, licking her lips, as she started to growl
and slowly approached the doorman with her fingers extended like claws.  He
banged his head on the revolving door running back into the hotel.

   Guy led Fuschia up to the curb and hailed a cab, for New York City had
no shortage of them.  $20 later, they were on 14th street in front of the
most infamous BDSM club in the world: Edge Play.

   Entering through a pair of plate glass doors, they passed some erotic
boutiques that lined the corridor, and passed through a door of prison bars
at the far end.  Guy paid their $50 admission fee each to a girl behind the
window and then passed into a foyer and rode an elevator down to a
sub-basement level.

   They found a changing room just off the elevator lobby where Guy told
Fuschia to remove all her clothes except for her sandals.

   "Master?" she gasped with a pleading look in her eyes.

   "C'mon, Fuschia!" he said.  "I want to show off my art work."

   Fuschia slowly stripped and put her clothes in one of several plastic
buckets that littered the changing room.

   Guy examined her, pleased that the paint hadn't smeared.  He reached
into his knapsack, and snapped a light chain leash to her collar.

   He then handed the bucket to a girl behind a counter who gave him a
receipt.

   At that, he led Fuschia the leopard girl down a short hallway and
stopped at a sign listing scheduled events:

   ###

   _Branding Demonstration in Orange Dungeon at 8:00_

   _Co Ed Tandem Beer Pissing Contest in Red Dungeon at 9:00_

   _Body Painting Contest in Yellow Dungeon at 10:00_

   _Torture Demonstration in Violet Dungeon at 11:00_

   _Human Darts League in Green Dungeon at 11:00_

   ###

   Guy pointed to the sign and said, "There it is!" Then he led Fuschia by
her leash into the main lounge of the club.

   Guy ordered a beer for himself and a seltzer for Fuschia, and then found
an empty table to sit and watch the crowd.

   And what a sight to watch!  Masters led collared and chained slaves
through the club.  As often as not, slaves were down on their hands and
knees on the padded floor while their masters sat on their backs at the
tables.  Guy gave a furtive glance at Fuschia, who looked down as if
knowing what he was thinking.  But Guy figured that it's not worth risking
smearing the paint--at least not until after the contest.

   Fuschia sat still next to Guy with her legs pressed tightly together and
her arms wrapped around her body.  Time passed slowly as they watched the
crowd change over.

   "Nervous, Fuschia?" Guy asked as the night drew on.

   "Yes, Master.  "I'm naked in front of all these people."

   Guy smiled and put his hand on her leg.  "There, there," he said softly.
Guy stroked her leg as he sat and sipped his beer.  In time, his hand slid
between her thighs, and eventually made its way up to her crotch.

   "Oh my!" he said.

   "Master!" she squeaked.

   "You're soaking wet, Fuschia!"

   Fuschia choked back a sob and looked down.

   "You're not embarrassed!  You're turned on!" he said.

   "I'm a little of both, Master," she squeaked.

   "Just you wait 'till later, then!" he said with a laugh.

   Ten o'clock came around then, and Guy stood and led Fuschia through the
club to the Yellow dungeon.

   The dungeon was set up like a fashion show might be, with a slightly
raised stage in front, and a raised runway extending out from the stage
between the rows of seats facing each other.

   A small audience had already started to fill the seats.  A bouncer told
Guy to take his slave up to the front stage where several masters held
human cats and other "creatures" on leashes.

   About five minutes past ten, the bouncers closed the doors.  A girl
stepped up onto the makeshift stage and introduced herself.  "Hi everyone.
I'm Luann.  You'll all be voting for the best kitty in this room." She
turned and looked over the Masters and their painted slaves.  "I see we
have not just kitties tonight.  We have a she-devil and a lizard girl, too.
As you all know, one of the rules is that the effects should be done
entirely with body paint or ink.  No masks, props, or appliances are
permitted.  I'm glad to see we have no disqualification tonight."

   Guy and Fuschia were standing with their backs against the back wall
about in the center of the row of contestants when Luann motioned for the
couple on the far left to step up.  A master in leather pants and bare
chest, and a woman painted like a tiger, walked up to Luann.

   Guy took Fuschia's hand and whispered, "Wow, that's really good.  Don't
be disappointed if we don't win, okay?"

   Fuschia squeezed Guy's hand and smiled back.

   After a moment, Luann announced, "We have Bill and his slave, Penelope."
To Bill, she said, "Please have your pet walk up the runway in front of
everyone, turn and return here."

   The tigress did so to the apparent pleasure of the audience.  As she
walked, she purred and acted out clawing at the audience.

   Luann then said, "Remember everyone!  You'll all be voting for 1st, 2nd,
and 3rd place." She motioned for the next couple, a Man and his she-devil
to follow in the footsteps of the tiger.

   After a few more contestants, Luann pointed at Guy and motioned him and
Fuschia to step up.  Luann asked their names, which Guy said, "I'm Hungry
Guy.  And this is my slave, Lady Fuschia.  She's a leopard."

   "Nice paint job," whispered Luann.  "You know what do to?"

   Guy whispered to Fuschia, "Go on, sweet Fuschia.  Strut your stuff!"

   "I'm so nervous, Master.  I've never been naked in front of a crowd
before."

   "Think of the paint as a tight rubber suit," Guy said, "Which it is,
more-or-less."

   "Yes, Sir," said Fuschia and walked down the runway.  By the time she
reached the far end, she seemed to be getting into it, growling at the
crowd, wiggling her bum, and clawing out at them."

   Fuschia let out a loud sigh when she returned to the stage.  Though she
had a big evil grin on her face, she was also shaking.  Redness in her face
could be seen through the face paint.  Guy put his arms around her and held
her.  They stood and embraced while the remaining contestants showed
themselves off.

   By around 11 PM, all the contestants had had their turn.  Luann asked
each of the contestants to stand side by side on runway, facing one side of
the audience, then the other.

   She then walked along the row and held her hand above one at a time and
asked the audience to take the paddles under their seats and vote for their
favorite.

   The slaves then returned to their masters' sides while the bouncers all
came up and compared vote counts with Luann.

   A few minutes later, Luanne called out, "Well, everyone, we had a close
contest tonight.  Every single contestant should be proud of her master's
skill.  For first prize, the winners will receive two free nights in the
Edge Play hotel.  For those of you who don't know, every guestroom in the
hotel has an adjoining private dungeon.  These rooms usually go for $500
per night, so this is a prize worth $1000.  Luann lifted a paper and said,
the winners are Bobby and Sue."

   The she-devil and her master hugged each other and walked up to Luann,
who gave them a voucher for their hotel stay.

   Next, Luanne announced, "I bet they'll be having fun a couple of nights
very soon.  Now, for second place, the winner is Bill and Penelope.  Bill
and Penelope will win free use of a private dungeon in the club any two
nights.  That's a prize worth $400."

   Luann then announced, "I'm sure they'll have fun too.  Next, the third
place winners are Hungry Guy and Lady Fuschia."

   Guy and Fuschia gasped at each other and walked up to Luann, who
announced, "The third place prize is two free admissions for the both of
them to Edge Play.  At $50 per admission, that's a $200 value.  All
remaining contestants will receive a coupon for two free drinks at the bar.
Congratulations to all our winners!"

   Guy shrugged and whispered to Fuschia, "Well, it beats a free Answerbag
tee-shirt, doesn't it?"

   Fuschia giggled and didn't answer.

   A short taxi ride later brought them back to their hotel.  The punster
doorman wasn't around, and they made their way up to their room without
repartee.

   "Still horny?" he asked her as he closed the door.

   "Master," she gasped.  "I'm so glad that's over.  It's over, isn't it?"

   "Yes, Fuschia, it's over.  The body paint is going to start peeling
soon. A shame, really.  You're a lovely leopard girl!"

   "But you don't know how randy I've been for you all night, Master!"

   "As I've been for you, Fuschia!"

   Guy approached Fuschia and pushed her gently onto her back on the bed,
and then fell upon her.

   "Grrrr!" said Guy.

   "Grrrrrowllll!" said Fuschia.

   Their growling met in a kiss while Guy's erect member poked Fuschia in
her moist tender flesh.  Guy then crawled down Fuschia's body and found the
one spot that wasn't painted over.

   Fuschia gasped as he drank in her wetness that was as much feminine
juice as was perspiration oozing out from the layer of paint that covered
nearly her entire body.

   After her humiliating and thrilling experience of the night, Fuschia
seemed to be primed more so that ever.  Drawing her tender clit into his
mouth was all it took for her to begin quaking uncontrollably.  Guy
massaged her clit tenderly between his lips while he played her like a
flute and drank her in.

   "Oh!  Oh!  OH!" she gasped over and over again as her body gave itself
over to his oral control.

   Upon draining her, Guy climbed upon her yet again.  As if her pussy
wasn't sufficiently soaked before, it was thoroughly drenched now. 
Wrapping his hands around her neck, he plunged his eager throbbing member
into her and squeezed her throat tightly in his hands.

   If Fuschia started to turn blue, he couldn't tell staring into her
leopard face.  He orgasm overcame him quickly at the fantasy of screwing
his leopard girl.

   When his seed had thoroughly mixed with her juices, he collapsed upon
her as much from a satisfied orgasm as from the night's activities.

   Fuschia caught her breath as his hands fell away from her throat and he
fell to sleep lying on top of her.

   When they woke the next morning, some of the paint peeled off of
Fuschia's chest when he rose off of her.

   "Awww," said Guy as perspiration poured from the exposed flesh where the
paint had been a moment ago.

   Fuschia giggled and peeled more of the paint off.

   "C'mon!" said Guy.  "I bet you can't wait to get out of that paint."

   "Actually, I do feel rather sweaty, Master.  Lets!"

   Together, Guy and Fuschia peeled the paint off her body.  After about
ten minutes, the floor was covered in leopard spotted paint peelings. 
Removing the paint released the odor of perspiration through the room.  So,
a few moments later found them together in the shower.

   "This feels so good, Master!"

   "I bet it does, sweet Fuschia!"

   Some kissing and touching later left them clean and refreshed.  So, with
Fuschia pulling their luggage, they checked out of the hotel and headed
across to the train station to home.

   As the summer progressed, the weather turned nicer.  "Fuschia," said Guy
one warm Saturday afternoon standing in his small enclosed back patio in
short and a tee-shirt (Fuschia, being a slave, was nude, of course). 
"Wouldn't it be nice to set up a hammock out in the yard?"

   "Yes, Master," she said.  "That would be very nice."

   "I'm glad you agree, sweet Fuschia.  Come with me." Guy led Fuschia out
back where a wooden hammock frame stood on the patio stones.  The hammock
fabric was conspicuously missing.

   "Where's the hammock, Master?"

   Guy turned and smiled devilishly at Fuschia.

   "I see," said Fuschia.

   "Do you?" he asked.

   "Forgive me, Master.  I think I know you well enough by now.  Will it be
painful?"

   "Might be a little painful," said Guy.  "We'll see.  Now come squat over
here."

   Fuschia squatted at one end of the hammock frame and Guy tied her wrists
to a pair of ropes tied to each of the two poles.  He then tied two more
ropes to each of her ankles, and pulled.  After a few minutes, Guy had
Fuschia's body stretched out, spread eagle, hanging from the hammock like a
human hammock.

   Taking a few more lengths of rope, he spend the next half hour tying
webbing back and forth between her outstretched arms, and also her legs. 
He would need that to rest his head and legs upon when he was lounging on
her.

   Guy returned inside, got a pillow, poured himself a glass of iced tea,
grabbed his Harry Potter book that he had still yet to finish, and returned
outside.

   Setting a table against Fuschia, he lifted himself up on her as she let
out an "Oof!" Guy squirmed a bit, letting his butt press up against her
chin as he lay on her outstretched body.

   Setting the pillow in place, he leaned back upon her and began to read.

   Harry's struggle against the evil Lord Voldemort seemed futile without
Dumbledore's help.  But the story progressed.

   Fuschia whimpered occasionally whenever Guy stirred, for his 200-plus
pounds was supported entirely by ropes tied to her wrists and ankles.

   By evening, he had almost finished the final book, with just a few more
chapters to go.

   Darkness fell and Guy rested the book on the table.  With a yawn, he lay
his head back and closed his eyes.  Despite Fuschia's whimpering and
squirming beneath him, sleep came to him in a moment.

   He awoke later that night, perhaps due to Fuschia's restlessness, or
perhaps from his own horniness.  Reaching down behind the back of his neck,
he felt between Fuschia's thighs.  He had already learned not to be
surprised at how that exercise always resulted in moist fingertips, no
matter how severe a position he placed his slave in.  Turning his head, he
asked, "Feeling horny, Fuschia?"

   "Oh yes, Master.  It's been too long since you fucked me."

   "It's been only a couple of days," he said.

   "I know, Master," she said.

   "I see," he said with a grin.

   Dismounting Fuschia, he unlaced the webbing from between her arms and
legs, and then untied her from the hammock frame.

   Taking her by the hand, he noticed the bright red welts circling her
wrists.  "Let's take car of this, first, Fuschia."

   "Yes, Master.  Thank you."

   He led Fuschia upstairs where he rubbed cortisone cream around her
wrists and ankles.

   Still sleepy from his interrupted nap on the Fuschia-hammock, he
positioned her in his bed as he had done countless times before, with her
butt up against the headboard and her head in the middle of the bed. 
Unlike the hammock ropes, the leather shackles wouldn't dig into her skin
in support of their combined weight.  A few minutes later, Guy was in bed
upon Fuschia.  He relieved himself directly into her throat before falling
asleep once again.

   The weeks continued to pass, and Guy continued to keep all of Fuschia's
holes filled with his cum and various other bodily secretions.

   * TO BE CONTINUED *