FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(Just a note; I'm forced to post this as a new series as it does not give me the option of posting under an existing series. In fact, I've had this chapter done for quite some time now, but this has caused a setback in posting it. Hopefully mods can resolve this? At any rate, enjoy. I must caution, however, that there are some rather niche fetishes included in the following scenes. Just know that I am holding back nothing in writing this, and I hope there is something for everyone to enjoy.)

The moon was particularly bright tonight. Its full face shone to light up the night sky almost as brilliant as day. But to the lynx being held in that second floor bedroom that was feeling more and more like a prison, it didn't matter. Window shades blocked his view of the moon's beauty, leaving his room dark no matter what the hour. The only solace was that his feline vision allowed him to pierce that darkness with ease.

The lynx in bondage struggled in vain; the only thought on his mind was escape, even at this hour. The clank of his shackles made quite the racket, but that wasn't a problem. At best, it meant someone might hear him and come to his rescue. At worst; well, he didn't believe things could get any worse. His muscles were beginning to ache terribly from being stuffed in this confining position since his capture; his jaw pained from attempting to spit out the hard rubber ball keeping him from screaming for help. And sure, a maid's outfit was good for a show and a thrill, but after so many hours in the outfit not truly even designed with his sex in mind; well, it was an uncomfortable night to say the least.

And yet, the lynx was filled with a small sense of hope. For hours, he had been listening to the noises from downstairs intently, trying to keep tabs on the situation. Several of those hours were spent listening to the tv, for what must have been an exciting football game. The cheers and score updates managed to keep him somewhat entertained. Later, the tone had changed drastically to a strict sexual nature. The unmistakable sounds of porno slipped beneath the crack in the bottom of the doorway, and it wasn't too difficult to tell how his host was entertaining himself this evening. In a shot while, however, the first signs that his captor had finally fallen asleep came in the form of obscene snoring that penetrated even through the thick bedroom door.

Finally, some peace. It allowed him to be less stealthy in his efforts of escape, though he wasn't ever truly hiding it to begin with. He was sure the wolf knew this, and wondered if he even cared. His captor must have felt confident in his bindings; and Kayan had to admit, the wolf really did have nothing to worry about. He had worn himself out completely trying to break free, and it was growing difficult to fight his drooping eyelids. Within another half an hour, the lynx was out like a light. His dreams seemed only to continue the fruitless struggle; mirroring his real life actions. It made the night seem endless, and upon his awakening several hours later, he felt like he hadn't gotten sleep at all.

Thus, Kayan awakened quite groggily to greet the new morning, and his first morning in captivity. It pained him to awaken, realizing that the whole of yesterday was not part of his dreams. It had been very, very real. The first thing he noticed was that the room was actually illuminated with the blinding morning sun. Of course, that may have not been a good thing, in actuality. It meant that someone had been in the room to draw up the shades; and Kayan made a quick survey of the room to see if that somebody was still here. But the room was fortunately otherwise unoccupied.

However, his sweep did allow him to see other things he wished he hadn't; things he was surprised he hadn't noticed before now. Kayan was terrified to see that the room had been turned into what amounted to a sexual torture chamber. Lining every tabletop, window sill, and bookcase were exotic sex toys of all varieties. The most numerous of them was definitely dildos; ranging from your fairly simple, average dong, to the more rarely seen brilliantly crafted glass replicas. There were all sorts of shapes, sizes, and materials; too many to even count; as well as every species and subspecies imaginable. And Kayan thought his collection was huge. His eyes fell upon a particularly wicked looking horsecock, crafted beautifully down to the most minute detail in the veins that lined it. It must have been a good two feet long, and about as thick as his forearm.

Between the dildo collections, the shelves were lined with various other equipment of a common theme. Penis and breast pumps; various gag devices ranging from ball to pony, and everything in-between; buttplugs and cock rings; and even a number of strange devices that Kayan was unfamiliar with. The nightstand just beside the bed housed all sorts of lubricants and protection, and featured a drawer whose contents he could only guess at. The lynx also noted that the room was strewn with trash; used needles and discarded condoms, caked with dried up semen that must have been there for ages. It went a long way to explaining the hideous odor that hung in the air.

The closet on the opposite end of the room made Kayan the most nervous, perhaps. It was wide open, allowing him to see that it housed the majority of the restraints; some of which had already been put to use on him. Cuffs and collars, leashes, shackles, chains, rope... the standard tools of either playful bondage or painful sodomy. An ominous looking spreader bar lay propped against the wall just outside the closet door. Amidst all of this were several outfits designed for the female body, with much more contained within a clothes chest stuffed to the brim so that the container could not be closed properly.

The lynx might have been impressed with the collection, were he not too busy staving off his sense of panic; panic brought about by the realization that all of these devices... they were meant for him now. It got him thinking about something the wolf had said earlier, about 'the others'. It was clear that Kayan was not the first to be taken captive by this deviant; but what had happened to them? What was their fate? Were they still here? Were they... dead? That thought hit Kayan the hardest. Just how far would his captor go with things? Would he be harmed, or even killed, if he resisted?

Just then, a horrific slamming from downstairs made the lynx jump. It sounded like it could be the front door. And then there were footsteps. Heavy ones, like someone was in a hurry; and what was worse is that they were growing louder, like they were coming his way. The thumping of the footsteps coming up the stairs only confirmed this. Kayan craned his neck to the door in time to hear a series of locks being disengaged. For a moment, Kayan pondered whither he should lay back down and pretend that he was asleep; but the thought that it could be his rescuer instead... well, he couldn't let that slip through his hands. He thumped his body up and down on the bed-springs, screaming muffled cries for help in an attempt to be as loud as possible to let whoever it was who was at the door let him know he was here.

"MMmmff! Mmmm MMMnnngmf!"

The doorknob turned, and the door itself thrown open with enough force to make its hinges creak and nearly break. There, the figure of a very familiar lupine stood silhouetted in the door-frame, wearing a school uniform and wielding a full bookbag. It seemed life went on as usual elsewhere. The wolf stepped in and tossed the bag in the corner, wasting no time in removing his clothing down to his skivvies, leaving his ensemble in a pile on the floor wherever he moved. When he was finished, Kayan was left staring at the wolf's musculature as it stepped closer to the bed. The only bit of clothing he retained was a set of red rubber undies that clung to his package and left nothing to the imagination.

"Looks like you're glad to see me!" The wolf exclaimed rather sarcastically, as he began pacing the length of the bed on all sides of the helpless lynx; who couldn't help but track his every movement with his eyes as if he were going to lose track of his captor.

"I hope you weren't expecting a rescue operation. You should be quite aware that not a soul knows where you are right now, my dear. Nor does anyone care. They won't even realize you're missing for a few days now, at least."

Kayan knew he was right. He didn't dare tell anyone where he was always going, out of fear that they might find out about his sinful profession, or the kinks and quirks of the less than orthodox sexual practices he exercised.

"You know what that means?" the wolf continued, "You can scream all you like, 'Shawna'. Nothing will save you now. Nothing... no one... as I said last night, you are my slave now."

"Mmnn! Mnngggnnn!!!" Kayan looked up at the pacing wolf, trying to remain strong; but his expression betrayed a look of utter defeat, and fear. It betrayed the fact that he was terrified, and fear only fueled the fires of his captor's lusts.

"What was that? I didn't quite catch what you were saying," the wolf mocked with wild guffaws of laughter following. "Don't you know it's rude to speak with your mouth full?"

Kayan didn't find the humor in things one bit. He continued to stare up with one of those pleading looks in his eyes, with his expression growing more desperate by the minute as the wolf stopped pacing directly behind him, where his eyes could not reach properly.

"You know, I feel kind of bad. Here I know your name; although I'm sure that 'Shawna' isn't your real name; but you do not know mine. Well then, allow me to introduce myself to you. My name is Skylar. I won't tell you my full name, of course, but none of that will matter to you at any rate; because from this moment on, you will address me as simply 'master'." Skylar grinned in that wholly evil way that seemed so smug; and he probably was feeling at least a little smug, knowing he was in complete control.

"Now, I want to make this perfectly clear, before we continue. Disobey me, even in the slightest, and you may not get a second chance at it. I have no objections to snuffing you out of your miserable existence at any time. Is that clear?"

The lynx was too petrified to nod. At least he had an answer to that last burning question in his mind, or so it seemed. Kayan wasn't too keen on testing the wolf's truth in that statement.

"Is. That. Clear?" Skylar repeated impatiently after a moment with no response. To that, Kayan could only give the tiniest of nods.

"Good. The rules are very simple, Shawna. You may not like them, but I trust you'll obey. I know you're a spineless whore."

Normally, Kayan would have put up a fight over being called something like that; but all he could find himself doing was staring back rather timidly, muttering not even a groan of angry protest. Of course, the fearsome looking wolf only stared right back with a piercing strength that made Kayan feel very uncomfortable. Skylar crossed his arms and puffed out his chest to make himself appear even more the dominant male of this pairing.

"That's what I thought. Now you just sit tight, and master will be right back for the beginning of the first day of your new life."

Skylar was grinning from ear to ear as he turned on one heel and took a direct path to the bathroom across the room. The lynx's gaze followed in pursuit, until his figure slipped inside and disappeared behind a corner. Kayan continued to catch little glimpses of the wolf as he began to work; wheeling out something that resembled an old coat rack. He was a bit baffled at what exactly was going on after that, to tell the truth. His only clues came in the form of sounds; the most recognizable of which sounded like a bottle being uncorcked, and its contents glugging as if being dumped out. For a brief moment, Kayan was able to see that Skylar was holding something in his arms over the sink; something that looked like a large bag. The bag was then hung over the coat rack, which nearly toppled over under the new weight placed upon it.

The wolf wheeled the rack out back over the carpeted floor and to the base of the bed. From a closer distance, Kayan could see that it wasn't actually a coat rack. It looked more like something that belonged in a hospital; something that held the IV drips for sick patients. The bag on the hanger was a thick rubbery material, so he couldn't see what it contained. All he knew is that the length of plastic tubing connected to it ended in a sort of nub that looked all too familiar. It looked like it could be a buttplug...

"Now yesterday, little miss priss got her first taste of dick," Skylar announced, interrupting his thoughts. The wolf laughed heartily upon seeing the disheartened look in Kayan's expression as he reflected upon that experience. "'Uts-a matter, little one? Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it! Well, don't worry; because today is a whole new experience for you. And the first thing we're gonna do is clean out your filthy innards with this!"

The wolf's hand motioned to the rack. It still took a second to dawn on Kayan what he was talking about. Then it hit him; and he realized he should have recognized what that hanging rubber bag was long ago. It was an enema bag.

" Mmmmph!!!"

A panicked shriek escaped from beneath the ball gag, and the lynx's eye grew quite large. He wanted to struggle, but he found himself to be completely paralyzed. Before he could manage to recover, Skylar's huge paws had found their way to his hips, and were already tugging down his undies. With his rear end exposed, Kayan tried to worm himself further up the bed to escape the wolf's powerful grasp, only to find himself dragged back down to the lower edge. With nowhere to run to, he tried to flatten his stubby tail over his exposed bits to deny access to them; even though it meant a tug at his nostrils, as the two remained connected by thin leather strap. It wasn't much of a help, anyway, because Skylar only needed yank his tail up to regain full admission.

"Now, now; don't struggle, my dear. If you relax, things will go so much easier"

Kayan knew he was right, deep down. There was no sense in wasting his strength now. All he could do was look back over his shoulder with a pitiful, injured look; watching as Skylar took plug in hand and pressed the curved tip against the rim of his anus. It wasn't too difficult, with the lynx's anus already gaping wide and inviting from the harness' anal ring; its sharp hooks pressed to the point of puncturing the inner flesh. Kayan looked a little stressed as he felt the rubber instrument being fed into his tight, narrow passageway. While it wasn't necessarily the first time he had been penetrated in such a way, the feeling was still very foreign to him. His muscles contracted around the plug's curves, which allowed it to lock into place within him.

As if it wasn't a tight enough fit to begin with, Skylar sealed his assurance that he would not be able to force the plug out with a few pumps of the inflation device that his prisoner had failed to see. The ballooning sensation within him made Kayan groan out loud, as little by little, the plug swelled; stretching the fleshy walls of his anus to a whole new level. It left the lynx struggling to relax, because even the slightest of clenches caused a surge of pain to travel the length of his body.

"Nnnnnnnnnnn..."

"That's it, my girl. Just relax, and let it fill you..."

While Kayan was left wrestling with his own body's reflexes, Skylar had turned his attention back towards the dangling bag of mysterious fluid. The wolf released the clamp and took a step back, watching a clear pinkish liquid flood through the clear plastic tube. Kayan was unaware that things had gotten started until he noticed a funny feeling from below. It was difficult to describe exactly what it felt like, because honestly it was unlike anything he had ever felt. The fluid was warm, almost hot; so it had obviously been purposefully heated previously. It definitely wasn't water; he could easily tell without being able to see the odd color of it because the solution was bubbly, and each little pop tickled his innards in the most curious of sensations.

When Kayan looked over his shoulder at his captor with a questioning look in between strained expressions as the lynx took more and more of the solution into his body, Skylar gave him the answer he was looking for.

"It is wine. The finest vintage, I might add. I wouldn't let it go to waste on anything but you, Shawna." He chuckled, and gave the bag a hearty squeeze, causing a surge of wine to shoot out the plug and into Kayan's bowels with a gurgling splash.

The lynx tossed his head back in a look that could only be described as a mix of distress and pure pleasure. Yes, though he hated to admit it; that burst of warmth; that filling sensation; it brought a strange form of guilty pleasure. It felt so exhilarating, in fact, that Kayan failed in his attempt to suppress a giddy little squeal of a noise that caused his cheeks to go flush once more. The heat was so relaxing to his body that he let his guard down and nearly relieved himself in both ways. Indeed, he was unable to halt a single stream of urine that was soaked up almost immediately by the bedclothes. The response he received was another round of roaring laughter to which he did not have the time to feel embarrassment over, because another gush sprayed his bowels like a fire hose.

In no time at all, Kayan's bowels became as the enema bag at the start; swollen and packed to the brim. The weight of the fluid sunk his behind low onto the bed, and made him feel weakened. The fizzing sensation made him "Ooooh" and "Ahhh" occasionally, as he tossed his rump to and fro uncomfortably. Even after the very last drips had entered his colon, his captor did not move a muscle. The whole thing was quite the show for him, and his amusement could continue on all day at this rate.

"Go on! Slosh around a bit for me!" The wolf encouraged, though Kayan was trying his best (and failing) at remaining perfectly still by now. As long as the warm fluid remained dormant, he felt that he could quell the queasy feeling the invasive fluid brought him. It left him looking rather odd; laying perfectly still, with that same expression that looked like he was both fighting and welcoming the wine in the lower reaches of his digestive tract.

But just as he thought he was mastering the control, he could both feel and hear the sound of the plug being deflated. Before he had time to react, both the pressure buildup and the involuntary contracting of his musculature expelled the plug from his butt. There was a moment of confusion, as he felt a sudden rush that was both physically and mentally stimulating beyond measure. A nauseating mixture of wine and... something else... was purged from his body at an alarming rate. But as it did, he rode the wave of ecstasy it offered. The feeling was pure bliss, and without realizing it, Kayan was rolling from side to side, groaning rather lewdly. It was a sick sort of pleasure, he knew; but it was a terribly awkward feeling that managed to also be so satisfying. He couldn't really describe it.

As the euphoria began to run thin, Kayan was able to see that Skylar wasn't letting his bedclothes take the brunt of things. He was holding a large bucket beneath Kayan's posterior to catch the liquid before it made a terrible mess. When it was finally over, the lynx slumped down on the bed, resting his head on it's side on the soft, inviting comforter. Skylar set the bucket to the side and began to towel off the stray damp spots on Kayan's hindfur. There was a short moment of silence in which Kayan could only take a glance back at his captor, who chuckled lightly upon seeing a renewed look of fear upon his face. Skylar had started pacing towards his prone body. With fingers in either of the straps of his rubber thong, he stretched and snapped it against his waist repeatedly.

"Afraid of what comes next, are we?" Skylar's voice had never sounded so intimidating... so evil... The wolf was drawing dangerously close. "Well, now that you're squeaky clean, we should get right to business then, shouldn't we?"

To Kayan's utter horror, the wolf's snapping was beginning to reveal more and more, as he was actually tugging down the rubber hammock now little by little. Kayan had been afraid of this from the start; and it didn't take a whole lot of sense to put two and two together and figure what was coming next. The 'washing' was just preparation for something far less pleasant. The next thing he knew, he was staring at the footlong monstrosity that was now pre-hardened from the thrill of such torturous acts. It rose up slowly, no longer confined to the side of his leg, swelling even greater, it seemed, from the look that must have crossed his face at the moment.

Kayan gave a low whimper, as Skylar knealt between his spread legs and out of his line of vision.

"You've never taken it from another guy, have you, Shawna?"

A bead of sweat dripped from Kayan's nose as he shook his head in a non-committing fashion.

"No, I don't expect you swing that way, from what I've seen. It's too bad, really, that I guess it's the only thing you'll be taking from now on..."

Kayan was beside himself now. His whimpering mixed with snarls and muffled cries, as he gnashed his filled muzzle in the air in desperation of ridding himself of the suppressive device that kept him from screaming out to end this terror. His eyes snapped back every so often to the spot where he was sure the needy appendage would be; hanging with the support of its rush of arousal, as it throbbed in anticipation of the flesh it so desired to pierce that morning.

"Too bad... to spoil that virgin ass of yours," He continued, delaying the inevitable; drawing things out needlessly, "Virgin only to the real thing, I regret. It looks like you've let yourself be spoiled by cheap harlot's toys. No matter..."

A fresh bottle of lube was plucked from the many inhabiting the bedstand. Skylar wasted no time in squeezing a generous amount straight from the tube and into the cavernous hole beneath the lynx's tail. With one finger, it was smeared in all along the outside, as well as deep within the darker recesses. A second trail was smattered along the enormous wolf's cock, leaving it glistening in the soft sunlight right down to knot.

Kayan felt the tears coming. He couldn't hold them back. And then, quite suddenly, he felt the ring of his harness expanding to an alarming width. Its sharpened talons pierced the lining of his anus as the wolf pushed his endowment in with impunity. Blood trickled from the newly formed slices, and Kayan screamed in agony.

"MMMMmmmffff!"

"Silence, slave; I don't want to hear another sound from you!" Skylar bellowed, and looked as though he was about to raise one of his massive paws to hit him; but Kayan was fortunate that both mitts were occupied holding his rump still. Little by little, he felt the insertion strain at his tailhole like nothing had before. Even with the slickening of lubrication, the lynx's innards threatened to tear under the strain. He gave another clear whimper as Skylar had clearly gone as deep as the physical barriers would allow; stopped at the knot, which was far too big for Kayan to possibly imagine taking. It felt both creepy and wrong that he could feel it pulsating with the beating of its owner's heart within him; though he tried his best not to think about it.

Tears were streaming down Kayan's face now. He was crying without a care; a simpering voice in his mind pleading silently the words his lips could not speak: "Please, no... oh God, please...!" repeating in an infinite loop as he felt the wolf's cock driven into him again, then again. It was slow at first; almost like Skylar was labored in trying to stretch him wide enough to be fuckable. Kayan closed his eyes so that he was not forced to watch his own rape. All he was aware of was the sounds, and the feelings. There was the "sllrch sllrch"-ing of lubricant; the symphonic slapping of knot against asscheek, drowned out by the occasional grunt and groan and other involuntary noises of strained labor coming from both the wolf and himself.

But the pace picked up, gradually. Soon he was being subjected to the full brute force that Skylar could offer, as the wolf's endowment pushed through him like a piston of a steam engine, picking up more speed and power with each passing moment. A searing pain shot through his abdomen, and Kayan was failing to contain his muffled screams at an alarming rate.

A good amount of time had passed already. It was all a blur; Skylar kept telling him to relax. "Relax, and it will be so much easier," he said. But he couldn't do it. And the wolf was only dragging things out; bringing himself to the edge then slowing, or resting, to contain his climax. Occasionally he would pull out to re-lubricate, and Kayan had one tiny moment in which to catch his breath and rest before it started all over again. It had to be the sickest form of torture.

Fifteen minutes had passed, and Kayan knew he was practically bawling. The pleading voice in his head mirrored his cries now, but they went unheeded, and unheard. Twenty minutes, and he felt numb from the waist down. It was actually a slight improvement. Twenty-five; his rectum was growing raw and red and even a little torn, despite the generous lube. By the thirty minute mark, Skylar was reaching his threshold so quickly that he had to slow every few seconds now.

Then, there must have been that certain moment where the wolf had decided he couldn't hold it any longer. Though Kayan felt the pain of sharpened claws cutting into his buttocks as the wolf's grasp strengthened, he didn't immediately connect it with the impending climax of his dominator. The thing that made it finally click in his mind was the way Skylar began a more frantic humping; and that rod of flesh within him began to burn and spasm, as its impossibly large knot was at last shoved into his tiny little hole. Their screams mixed in the air; one of pain and pure terror, the other of victory; of a predator that had just downed its prey as it took its first bite of that still living flesh.

And like a firehose, the wolf's penis pumped its life's fluids into him. Kayan could feel the semen injected straight into his colon, and smattered across his bowels by one stream after another. He was held down in a submissive fashon, as every last drop of it found its way into his body. When Skylar was at last satisfied he was finished, he plucked his knot from the struggling lynx without a care that it nearly ripped him open. There was a small pop, and then a miniature explosion of thick off-white cream that poured out of the now vacant hole. The initial stream contained streaks of red and pink, as trickles of blood mixed with the fluid.

Kayan let out a labored moan before he fully collapsed upon the mattress. His whole body ached too badly to do much more that shiver a bit feebly for quite some time. Skylar, on the other hand, took just a moment to regain his composure during which he lay back for a minute looking a bit dazed. It wasn't long, however, before the wolf leapt straight to his feet, doing the final bit of tucking to his undies as he secured his receding hard-on back into its rubber sheath. He never seemed to tower over the lynx more before that moment; though he was obviously no more physically taller than before.

"Gods... I haven't had a fuck like that in so long. Much tighter than a pussy! Much, much more! I think I've found a real winner with you, my girl," Skylar flashed him an arrogant wink.

But Kayan didn't care, at that point, about his further humiliation. It was more apparent in the afterglow of it all just how rough Skylar had been. He was feeling beaten, battered; every muscle from his waist down and then some ached more than he could bear. The worst part, he knew, was that he felt weak and tired; vulnerable. There was no chance of him being able to fight back in his current state.

"'Uts-a matter, kitty? All tuckered out?" Skylar taunted, with another rousing guffaw as Kayan simply shook his head in no particular direction in reply. He paced up and down the skirting of the bed for a moment, never letting his gaze leave Kayan's lying form, as if taking in the extent of damage he had caused.

"Don't worry. I'm feeling a little tired myself. I'll be out of your hair in a moment. But first, I wanted to hear tour thoughts. You haven't been given a whole lot of time to voice your concerns since you became my 'guest'."

Kayan looked terribly afraid as Skylar was reaching for his face; and even though he should have been happy that the wolf was removing his gag for the first time since his incarceration, he felt uncomfortable having his captor so close to him; scared that he might try something. But his intentions were genuine, and Kayan was able to finally close his mouth. He could never remember having a worse case of cotton mouth.

"Scream," Skylar warned, "and I'll put something much worse than a gag back in. You may remember it from yesterday."

But Kayan couldn't scream if he wanted to. It was odd; he knew that he should make the most out of this surely temporary situation; but he had neither the strength nor the will to say anything. He merely stared vacantly at his captor through reddened eye slits; as the wolf began removing the hooks from his nostrils, as well, and he felt another small portion of freedom returning.

"That's a good girl. Now tell me; did you enjoy it? Do you like dicks, Shawna?" When Kayan didn't answer, he just continued on. "Me? I'd never even dream about letting someone degrade me in that way; though I'm sure it has its own pleasures."

"Y-you're sick..." Kayan finally spoke up; his voice was weak, but filled with a loathing he did not think himself capable of.

It happened so suddenly. Skylar's paw was a blur in the air, striking hard and mercilessly. It connected with Kayan's cheek, leaving a good sized bruise beneath the fur. The blow knocked any rebellious thought from the lynx's mind, and he was very much content to return to his silent state.

"I told you to call me master from now on; and that is no way to speak to your master." Skylar looked genuinely angry, though at the same time, it must certainly have been a planned move to try and get him to say the littlest thing to justify his abuse.

"You know, the sooner you start recognizing your place, the easier things will become for you. Give yourself to me, and I will reward you."

Kayan felt another wave of tears forming. There was no way he could do that... no way...

"Please... p-please, just let me go. I don't deserve this... please!!!" His voice was desperate, crackly. It had to have been the lowest point of his life.

But Skylar shook his head disappointedly. "I'm sorry, Shawna, but you don't get to decide whether or not you 'deserve this.' Besides, it's far too late to let you go now. I'm sorry, but you'd tell everyone about me; about what I do. I'm very careful about being discrete in my workings. No, I can't ever let you go..."

Kayan's heart must have skipped a couple of beats at those last words. His eye widened to saucers, and now a fresh set of tears tricked down his cheeks slowly. "E-ever...?"

Skylar's bellowing laughter rang in his ears. "Well what did you think was going to happen? The only way to ensure I am not found out is to keep you here forever."

"But you can't do that! That... th-that's..."

"It's what?"

Wrong? Illegal? A crime against all life as we know it? It was so many things, but Kayan couldn't think of any single word to finish that sentence with. He merely reaffirmed himself by adding: "You can't..."

"Can't I?"

"I... I promise I won't tell. I promise I'll just leave you alone; I'll forget this ever happened!"

"I'm sorry, Shawna."

Now he was crying. It was terrible to cry; it wasn't something he was used to doing, and certainly not in front of other people. It was even worse that Skylar had dipped down to wipe away his tears. This was insane. It couldn't be real. But it was, wasn't it?

"Please..."

Skylar placed a finger upon Kayan's lips and shushed him. Looking up into his almost tender expression, Kayan had to wonder if it was just more mocking, or if the wolf in some way felt remorse for any of this. But then it occurred to him that if he really did care, he wouldn't be doing any of this in the first place. He wouldn't be made a slave. The thought of slavery in this day in age was something he would never have dreamed of in the first place.

"Now, you behave yourself, my dear; I'm done with you for today," Skylar told him as he was turning on his footpaws and heading for the door at a slow pace. Before he could make it there, however, a perturbed Kayan called out to him.

"H-hey... Hey! Wait a minute!"

Skylar paused as he was halfway through the doorframe. "What is it?"

Kayan felt a bit flustered, needing to ask such an embarrassing question. And yet, it wasn't something he could put off any longer. If his captor was leaving, there was no telling when he would have the opportunity again.

"I... that is to say I... well... what if I need to use the bathroom? I haven't been in nearly two days, now..."

Skylar turned with a renewed smile on his face. It was as if he were waiting for this to come up. He apparently already had the solution in mind.

"Well, I made a suggestion to you yesterday..." he began. Kayan couldn't quite remember what the wolf was referring to, and nor did he bother to ask. Skylar was already halfway to the bathroom before his curiosity had peaked enough to make him wonder. He watched the wolf prowl around beneath the cupboards for a moment before returning carrying some sort of soft square package under his arm. In the light, Kayan couldn't make out what it was until Skylar had already torn open the wrapper. It was an entire package of adult diapers.

"You can't be serious!" He blurted out, but deep down he knew that his captor was very serious, and Skylar confirmed this by not deviating from tearing open one of the diaper wrappers.

"You said you needed to use the bathroom, didn't you? I can't think of a more convenient way, can you?"

"W-why can't you just let me use the bathroom? Its just over th..."

He was interrupted harshly. "Because I think this way is far more entertaining, not to mention degrading. Wouldn't you agree, my girl?"

Degrading didn't even begin to describe it. But Kayan froze without saying a word. It wasn't just that he couldn't really think of anything to say to that; he was simply too afraid to argue the point. There was that part of him that knew it would be futile, anyway.

The process was none too easy, either. Skylar had to practically undo every one of his lower bonds in order to gain the access he needed to slide the diapers on. If Kayan had any thoughts about taking advantage of the situation, they were snuffed out by the sheer strength of the brute wolf, as the creature pinned him down effortlessly.

The end result was one demeaned lynx. It wasn't enough that he had to be trapped in women's clothing; now he had to wear a diaper. It somehow managed to make him feel twice as less-comfortable as before; being too snugly fitting on the inside, and yet outwardly, they puffed out almost excessively. The whole thing was barely covered by his skimpy frilled skirt.

"You actually look quite cute!" Skylar remarked as he was relocking the shackles around Kayan's ankles. "A sissy 'ittle baby."

There was another obligatory chuckle, to which Kayan could feel the burning redness in his cheeks. He lowered his head in shame, unconsciously.

"And now, I really must be going. Unless you've got anything else to suggest to me?"

Kayan shook his head a little. He didn't dare ask for food, or drink; because even though he was quite literally starving, his last question had not turned out to have such a happy answer.

"Good," Skylar said quite simply, as he made his second attempt at leaving. Kayan couldn't take his eyes off of him; watching until he slipped his enormous form through the doorway and slammed the door shut behind him. There was a familiar series of clicks as lock and bolt alike were re-engaged, and all Kayan could do is stare blankly; looking thoroughly defeated as his only means of escape was sealed up tight.