Restraint
Restraint ~~SnowDragon
"Mmmnnnfff..."
Everything was so tight. The ropes creaked softly with each little movement, every little squirm of her scaled body upon the firm surface of the ground beneath, blue scaled body twisting slowly up and down over the floor as she rocked helplessly. A panted breath slipping past and around that big red ball between her jaws, slickened and glistening with saliva, a turn of her tightly blindfolded snout left her just as in the dark as she had been before. She couldn't move...
Again, she squirmed, trying to arch free. "Nnnnrrrfff, mmmmg!" Her maw full of ballgag and trapping her jaws open and her teeth useless around the shiny red obstruction. A snugly fitting and very strict blindfold was a part of the same harness wrapped and affixed around her upper horned features, the long black horns that gave a sleek appearance to her snout only assisting in her bondage. Cheeks flushed with rosy tinted embarrassment, tail rolled and hiked up over her back and tied to the back of her harness with stout rope, keeping her head, neck and tail securely raised and fixed looking forwards. Trapped underneath that wiggling appendage her wings were equally helpless, each roped shut at the top, middle and end with six columns of rope each, with knots that were as tight as they were intricate.
Twisting her paws gave her little, either. She barely had the ability to flex her digits balled up neatly in tight mittens let alone have the dexterity to slip out of a knot. She rocked her forelegs, scooching a slight across the ground. The strong material of the rope she could feel just above and below her knees, and again around her ankles, the short coil in the middle between those limbs left no room to squirm, and the same could be said of her hindlegs, clinched together tightly and linked to her fores by four columns of rope which she let hang slack and pull loose every time she restarted and gave up on her writhing. A low, almost desperate moan slipped from her lips as her latest attempts shifted the last, most cruel part of her predicament, a tight rope knotted around the base of her tail, right over her nether region and bound off across her underside, the tight crotch rope biting between the lips of her sex.
A desperate, muffled noise she exhaled, the texture of the rope wet, her scales surely a tormented, needing red just like her snout was sure to be becoming at the sheer embarrassingly, tantalizing sensation of it, how it could feel so good and so awful at the same time, that if she could just wiggle a little more, squirm just a bit she could- "Mmmmnnnff..!" The concern started to build again, what if she couldn't get out, what if whoever did this to her came back? She moaned out deeply around the thick shiny ball, turning her head and trying to feel the buckles of the harness around her head, maybe she could pick them on a standing scale of the ground itself, but the lower she dipped her snout, the higher the ropes forced her tail and the tighter the crotch rope rode up between her aching vent and she had to abandon the attempt with a lengthy whimper of burning desire. The other way was no better, the lower she pulled her tail the higher her snout lifted and the more she pulled the gag into her own maw, the more she made the darkness that was her predicament all the more oppressive.
The scent of her own arousal was strong on the air which only drew up the intensity of her own writing. Tugging with her forepaws, trying to reach around her side to her oh so tightly bound wings, bouncing them back and forth the little space she had with no effect when brute force didn't offer any success. She tried to bend her fores, maybe she could loosen the knots of the rope binding her forepaws, but she couldn't even get enough movement to reach. She could just reach by arching her hips down, but that pulled on the strict crotch rope slowly sawing through the middle of her cleft and drawing another deep little shuddering whimper. She could just barely reach the ankle rope of her hindpaws with the tips of the mittens but could only brush against them feebly. "Nnnnn..." she straightened her back to loosen the pressure over her needing sex but then her paws couldn't reach at all. She... she couldn't reach! Again she arched, sucking a lengthy, tormented moan around the ballgag, struggling her just open a paw, to touch with a digit, mitten, anything, twisting on her side, on her back, but she was powerless even to reach let alone loosen the rope. Her breathing quickly reduced to panting and she went limp with nothing but the darkness and the fire of her own loins to keep her company.
Where her body had failed for the moment, her mind had filled in the gaps and was hard at work. "Nnnnnnnngh..!" Oh, she could see it now, caught out by human slavers, she had tried to fight but they had beaten her down and, "Rrrrrrrff..!" tied her to this cart so they could sell her! She had to get loose or who knew where she would end up, but "Mnnnnnmmff!" she couldn't even squirm. Scooching a little forwards again as she fought with her paws and the tight rope which kept her trapped but she couldn't get any more than free than the last time. She panted as the fantasy consumed her thoughts, her lust inflamed by the tight rope pinching her vent and making her nethers ache with such need, wriggling on her side helplessly. They thought she was growling too much, so they wrapped this, "Nnnnnnnnhhhhhhh..!" this tight rope over her nethers so they could mock her about how worked up she was getting. Now they'd just left her cart abandoned there for a day off, and she had to get out before they came back or anyone saw her and she was so snugly hogtied and blind and powerless she couldn't do any of those things!
Nothing gave, nothing slipped, no matter how she squirmed, twisting over and onto her back and rocking about like an upturned turtle with her paws bound high in the air and her tail and snout turned off at another angle but the sawing she gave herself to get there was nothing compared to how that rope it bit down against her vent with her tail hiked up and across like that, a desperate, worked up little moan slipping from her, almost a sound of defeat as she rolled over the other side and squeaked in defeat, all the mental mapping she had throught she had done, something to work a knot loose, she was on the wrong side now and couldn't even will herself to flip over the other way and she whined out a long moan of defeat, squirming with her head and her limbs all at once. She couldn't sit up, couldn't ride the rope, couldn't get off, "Mmmmmmnnnnnf!" couldn't stop the powerful tease and the heat between her hinds, couldn't get free, couldn't escape!
There was another sound, something she could hear very well. Claws clacking on the unyielding ground nearby. The aroused fog of her mind adjusted the thoughts in her head accordingly, she hadn't gotten free, only the slavers had come for her, they'd slung her up for auction, left dangling "Nnnnnnf, nnnnnnnh!" up there on display and dripping for the highest bidder. Now sold, helpless before the dragon that had purchased her, what cruelty could he hold that he had to buy a mate instead of catching one in flight. She couldn't take it, she squirmed, struggling with such powerlessness, arching her body, unable to reach, unable to see, unable to speak. Can't use her teeth, can't reach with her claws. He touched her, warm scale rubbing against hot, tired form, tips of claws carefully caressing her exposed earfin, and she couldn't help but moan out a shudderingly long breath. Oh, it pressed so many buttons but she couldn't let--
"...mmnnnnnnnhhh..." she couldn't control the sound, the way her body went limp except for sticking out her hips invitingly, pleadingly, beggingly towards the touch, the second stroke of her sensitive ears combined with a pair of talons v'ing open her brightly red flushed vent. Her paws wiggled, arching forwards and backwards, just trying to use some of the energy building in her form, she had to move, had to arch, push back into the male examining her but she couldn't squirm her paws apart of lift her tail any higher without sawing that rope across her vent, and that was exactly what she did which only extended the sound of sheer desperation slipping from her well gagged snout. Underneath her blindfold her eyes rolled with the sensory overload as the touch drifted away and repeated. It was only slightly firmer, but this time his claws sunk in deep on either side of the rope and she strained against the tight bondage not out of need to escape but in sheer pleasured desperation. She needed to cum, he had to let her, she needed to get off so badly she howled past her gag as she was denied by omission of touch.
Those claws twisted, touched, shifted, but they did not relent, each passing moment gave new meaning to the term eternity, how the flow of time felt when she was trapped on the edge of what felt like an explosive orgasm the dragon was not going to give her, tugging on the crotch rope to pull it tighter all on its own regardless of how she squirmed or behaved, pleading out muffled moans and shockingly deep whimpers as she was driven to the very edge and left completely denied when he seemed to disappear entirely. She needed it, she needed climax so unbelievably badly. Struggling, arching her back to make that rope saw across her ablaze vent, desperately hoping it would give her enough sensation to grant release, but she couldn't shift enough, couldn't squirm enough, couldn't struggle, powerless to affect the feeling she needed. He couldn't have left, he had to be there, watching, enjoying, she couldn't be alone here, abandoned, stuck on the edge, "Nnnnnnnnn!" he was still there, he had to be, she needed to cum, she needed to cum!