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Previously in the Den :

The Vixen's Den is a new shop selling very special rubber goods. Its owner, Yuribe, is dragged away from her worries when a lynx girl's shoplift fails and causes a mayhem inside the store. The Den's staff then decides to have some fun with the thief as a payback, forcing her to clean the mess dressed in some of the most interesting clothes of the shop.

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The tiger clerk grinned as she gave the bag to the customers, thanking them for their purchase. She then turned around and walked toward the deepest alley of the store, where were displayed the latex clothes and underwear. Saturday evening was going smoothly and customers were coming more and more, but Chelsea couldn't just stay at the counter and keep watching the store's movies while the real deal was happening a few feet away.

The tawny feline turned into an aisle, grinning widely and her tail waving from excitation. The shelves were half-empty and a few racks were still broken, but at least all the mess that was piling up on the floor a few hours ago was now reduced to unsorted boxes and loosely hung clothes. Of course it wasn't what the tigress was eager to see, as there was a much better view in sight.

Jill, the young lynx's thief who tried to rob the Den, was slowly picking up the boxes and clothes she scattered on the floor in her desperate flee. Her reddish fur was partly covered by her attire : a bright leotard with an indecent cleavage leaving her back bare ; thigh-high boots with heels that made the lynx as tall as the tiger and a pair of gloves hiding her arms up to her shoulders. A long tail falling down from between her bumcheeks completed the smexy if not vulgar outfit.

The red rubber clothes were shining nicely under the dim light, making the crimson blush of Jill's face only more obvious.

The lynx was furious and it was easy to see, but she was also ashamed enough not to make her situation harder by trying stupid things - call for help or run away for example, which actions were stolen away from her anyway by the ring-gag tightly buckled in her mouth, the cuffs on her ankles and wrists and the leash linking her deep blue latex collar to a shelf.

So the poor thief was doing the only thing her garments allowed her : bend down deeply and pick up the stuff on the floor, her legs kept straight by the boots forcing Jill to show her nice rubber-clad rear to the few customers pretending to browse across the few clothes on the racks.

Chelsea licked her lips and briefly rubbed a paw over her skimpy dress before walking closer of her boss. Sat on a chair in front of the prisoner, Yuribe was playing with a remote while quietly watching over the bound lynx, pressing on a button every now and then. Each time, Jill froze a second with a little moan as the vibrating egg trapped inside her nether got a sudden and brief peak.

"Hey Yuri. How's she doin' ?" asked Chelsea happily.

"Better, she almost stopped letting the toys drop when I tease her. I'm thinking of making the buzzes longer, to keep it interesting."

"Ya mean foxie." the tiger grinned. "Where's wolfy ?"

"Mero ? Somewhere in the backstore, getting rid of the unsellable goods. Broken gears, torn clothes... he's counting how much we'll lose throwing away all that stuff."

Chelsea giggled, tapping the blue vixen's shoulder and pointing at the two little buds poking through Jill's leotard.

"Seems like someone is havin' fun. We should keep her as a pet." she said loud enough to be sure that the lynx heard her.

"Well, she'll keep working here until she repaid us." Yuribe said calmly, looking mindlessly at her prisoner. "Good thing she likes her new position, depending on Mero's bill she'll stay like that quite a long time."

Chelsea scratched her head a little, puzzled. In a way, the vixen's quiet, cold fury was creepy.

"Arn't ya takin' that a little too far ? Not that I complain, but we can't lock'er up endlessly. We'd be arrested for kidnapping. We'll getta free her eventually, an' if she's half as clever as she seems to be we'll never see her again."

Yuribe stood silently for a long time, her eyes locked at the lynx numbly trying to hang up a long sleeveless dress. But despite her efforts to keep her legs together and straight, Jill's knees slowly started to betray her as she pushed a few high-pitched moans.

Chelsea's ears twitched as she heard a loud buzzing noise under the thief's squeals. Only then did she spotted the vixen's thumb harshly pressing on the remote, almost like she wanted to crush it in her grasp. The tigress grabbed her friend's shoulder and shook her, snapping Yuribe out of her thoughts.

"Watch your steps, ya almost made the poor girl finish in front of everyone." Chelsea said with a laugh, pointing at the clients that suddenly lost interest in empty rubber clothes. "I know you're pissed and y'have the right to, but don't bully her, 'kay ?"

Yuribe blinked a few times, nodding hesitantly to Chelsea. The lynx was panting loudly, holding weakly at the clothes' rack she was sorting.

"Sorry, I was daydreaming." The vixen said, staring at the remote like she never saw it before. Then she put the tiny gadget into her friend's big paw and got up, smoothing her skin-tight latex dress. "I should... go see how's Mero doing. We'll need to replace the products thrown away."

Chelsea nodded with a smirk. "Lil' missy won't go anywhere anyway."

As Yuribe walked away, still looking lost in her thoughts, the tigress came closer of Jill and helped her standing up.

"Everythin's alright ? I bet you'll need a good shower after that, right ?" She chuckled a little, patting the lynx's chestnut short hair. "Don't mind the boss, she's nervous these days an' she's evacuating the stress as she can. Keep up the good work, it'll be over soon."

Chelsea went back to sit in the chair, crossing her legs and purring softly with an evil grin.

"But before bedtime, lessee what's on the other channels." she mumbled to herself, pointing the remote at Jill, her free paw crawling onto the rubber stretched over her generous chest.

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A couple hours later, Yuribe locked the front door after the last clients left the shop. She turned off the lights and went to the backstore, where her employees were getting ready to leave for the night.

"Aaanother good day of hard work !" Chelsea said with an unusual excellent mood, stretching herself like she just had some exercise. As most of the nights, she didn't bothered change her skimpy uniform, simply putting a long coat over it.

"One o'clock ! I thought it would never end..." yawned Mero, far less energetic than the clerk. The grey wolf preferred to switch to a more comfortable trouser and hoodie, almost sleeping on place.

"You want me to bring that critter to the station, boss ?" asked Lana, the petite goat still throwing angry glares to Jill.

The vixen shook her head, holding her prisoner's leash.

"No, I'll keep her for the night. Make sure she learns the lesson right."

"Works for me." the goat shrugged, buttoning her jacket over her cotton shirt. "Don't break her too hard, will avoid lots of paperworks."

Lana's hooves clopped on the floor as she walked to the back door and exited in the fresh night, on the right side of the store. Mero followed her, quickly waving goodbye. Chelsea turned to her friend, a large smirk on her lips.

"Remember what I said while you have fun with your new toy. Don't push her too far."

The tigress winked, then left into the dark night.

"Seems it's you and I from now on, miss." Yuribe said as she locked the door.

She barely had the time to hear the clicks of the heels on the floor and jump aside before Jill slammed herself on the door.

"Bad, bad girl." the vixen said with a disapproving tone. "Don't think you'll get rid of me that easy. Come on, now."

Yuribe pulled on the leash, dragging along her dizzy lynx to a stair leading to the upper floor.

The shop came with a flat right above it, which proved pretty convenient to the young vixen. Yuribe walked through the hall to a wooden door engraved with her name. She opened it and turned the lights on as she entered, her unwilling guest following her inside.

"Here's my den. I mean, the private one." she said with a smile, waving at the room and locking the door. "Make yourself at home, at least for tonight."

The living room was spacious and well decorated, not filled with the high-tech stuff someone would expect but rather with what a pennyless young adult could gather here and there. Two old couches where put a little randomly at the center, around a low table which had seen better days.

Yuribe pulled the lynx to one of the couch and made her sit, Jill almost falling down due to her restrictive boots. She then grabbed her guest's chin and turned her head, reaching for the gag's buckle.

"There. It'll be better to..." she started before Jill spat on her.

"You freaking sicko ! Lemme go and maybe, maybe I won't sue you and strip you off of everything you've got !"

The lynx was breathing heavily, staring at her captor with a murderous look and struggling a little against her restraints like a red little devil.

As for Yuribe, she wiped her cheek clean with a tissue, not seeming really impressed.

"You realize it's not the best way to convince me to free you ?" the vixen calmly said, tugging on the leash.

"Go to hell, you bi..."

Yuribe's paw flew in the air, slapping the lynx hard and stopping her in mid-sentence. The blue fur of the vixen was turning purple under the blush that came on her cheeks. Jill blinked, still surprised by the sudden pain irradiating her flesh. Then she was suddenly pulled close by her leash.

"You hit me ! You friggin' hit me !" she squealed.

"Let's make it clear." Yuribe whispered. "You ruined a third of my shop, you broke the stuff I sell for a living and you harmed me with a goddamn shelf. You owe me no less than $2,946 after this, and that only counts what we had to throw away. The bill could easily reach eight or ten times that amount with the time we spent and the money we'll lose. So sue me all you want, but before that we have very interesting tapes to show to people. And I'm not talking only of the police."

Yuribe smirked widely, an ill grin filled with fury that made the lynx shiver despite her arrogance. The vixen leant in more and rested on an arm, her other paw holding Jill's neck while she rubbed softly her latex-clad body against her prisoner's.

"You're totally crazy..." whispered Jill, fear gnawing its fangs deep in her flesh and paws trying in vain to repel the vixen.

"Maybe, and I find it quite relaxing to make you squirm helplessly. So here's the offer : either you can repay me right now, and I let you go, or I repay myself by making you work in the store, selling the tapes of this evening and/or using you as long as I feel like. Kill or harm me isn't an option, my staff know you and you'd earn a trial for murder attempt."

Jill's ears flattened on her head as she leaned back without a word. Her purse barely contained a dozen bucks, and the vixen was well aware of that for having already took them. But the young thief couldn't believe that this craziness was happening to her, that she was about to join the statistics shown on TV. Never think it happens only to others, as they say.

"Alright. Sell my tapes to anyone you want." Jill answered bravely. "I don't care."

"I'm afraid it won't cover your debt. No offense, but you're not exactly a porn star. Close call, but no cigar."

The lynx stared back at Yuribe, her face getting crimson. Her captor made good use of the opportunity to grope her breasts and sit on her lap, pinning her against the couch. The skimpy dress Yuribe was wearing slid up in the motion, making the situation all the more unbearable for the poor thief.

"I'll make you pay for this..." Jill grumbled.

"No no no, you're my pet for now, so speak like one. I'll make you pay, what ?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." pouted the lynx.

"You know perfectly, dear. Save us time, before I decide to slap more than your face." Yuribe chuckled, having quite some fun torturing and teasing her prisoner.

Jill tried to keep her eyes onto the girl, but finally lowered them in shame.

"... yes, mistress."

The vixen smiled and patted her pet's head, standing up and pulling on the leash.

Yuribe led her to the bedroom, a large room with a wall covered in shelves and wardrobes. Two windows filled another wall, for now only letting in the crimson and blue neon lights of the main street. The center was occupied by a large bed with purple sheets shining slightly on the moonlight.

On the shelves were books, movies and a few gadget for the most part perfectly normal, at least in appearance. As for the wardrobes, Jill quickly discovered that one of them contained enough toys, gags, clothes and other imaginative inflatable bodyparts to look like a part of the Den's reserve.

Yuribe searched inside it for a moment, picking up a few things that she loosely threw on the bed. She then unlocked the cuffs restraining Jill, grabbed some of the stuff and moved behind a panel to strip off.

"Get changed, Jill dear, I'll be quick."

"What about the collar ?" asked the lynx.

Yuribe laughed in response.

"That one stays where it is."

Jill groaned a little, but wasn't in position to argue. Instead, she took one of the stockings left for her, her digits following the rubber fabric all the way down to the open heel and toetip. The blue stocking was smoother than anything the lynx ever saw before, gracious red curves running along and around the leg in a nice pattern.

Snapping out of her staring, Jill managed to sit on the bed and started to unlace and work her high boots off. A hard task, given that the young girl wasn't very used to them. She laid down and squirmed for a couple minutes, pulling and twisting at her legs until they finally popped free.

Panting from the effort, Jill gave herself a few seconds to take her breath and massage her feet a little, praying for never wearing the hellish boots again. Then she carefully rolled a stocking and slipped her foot inside, pulling slowly up the stretchy yet tight fabric. The sensation was far better than she expected, at least better than the gloves she still had on.

Suddenly feeling the urge to remove them, Jill rolled the gloves off as fast as she could and rubbed her flattened fur for a moment. The leotard soon followed along with the damn false tail she had to wear all night long, and more importantly the cursed vibrating egg that made her evening one of the worst time in her life. The only thing that saved the sticky egg from a sadistic destruction was the voice of Yuribe asking if her pet was ready.

"Almost." groaned the lynx, letting the device fall on the floor with a disgusted face.

The next item was a short-sleeved top strangely not kinky, given the circumstances. It was as tight as the stockings, molding and following her curves with the same red lines, but the top covered entirely her chest and back from neck to bellybutton. Jill was comfortable in it, and she had to admit that the fabric trapping her breasts and thighs was feeling nice under her bare fingers.

"Getting used to your night gown ?" Yuribe snickered, coming out of the hiding panel.

The foxgirl was now wearing some strange pants with built-in high heels along with elbow gloves, both ornate with straps around the limbs. Her upper chest was skimpily covered by a short triangle top, the whole outfit matching the purple of her hair falling onto her bare shoulders. With the two moons lighting her from behind and her fluffy tail wrapped leisurely around her legs, she was truly stunning to the thief.

Yuribe grinned and carefully sat on the bed near her new toy, gently slipping her own paw onto the lynx's one. Jill swallowed, looking at both their hands pressed on her breast, her breathing getting a little faster.

"There, there." soothed the vixen, groping slowly her pet's flesh. "It feels good, right ? It's like you were naked, and yet there's that stretchy skin encasing you sooo tightly..."

Yuribe's fingers roamed onto the offered chest, her digits drawing lines around the mounds and sinking between them. The palm of her hand massaged tenderly the breast, the nipple rolled between her fingers through the thin layer of rubber. Her free paw was busy too sliding along Jill's spine and rubbing her back. Jill started to shiver, eyes half-closed under the caress.

"The devil is getting tamed, eh ? Purrfect, it'll make things easier for both of us.

"I... I'm not tamed. You let me no choice..." Jill mumbled, trying as hard as she could to stand still and not react to the sweet stimulation.

The slap on her thigh made her yelp and hop in surprise.

"I'm not tamed, what ?" Yuribe groaned, her fangs shining slightly.

"Mistress ! I'm not tamed, mistress !" the feline answered quickly, glancing anxiously at the vixen.

"We'll see that, toy !"

The vixen chuckled and patted her pet, reaching for something behind her. Jill tried to look at it over her captor's shoulder, but the severe glance of Yuribe somehow made her step back and flatten her ears.

"Know your place, toy. And I have just what I need to help you remind it. Give me your paws."

Yuribe grabbed her prisoner's hands and slipped mittens onto them. Each mitten ended in a thick black cuff that Yuribe fastened tightly before linking them to Jill's collar, forcing her hands to stay close to her neck.

The pet's paws now useless, the vixen next focused onto the legs. Two straps were soon tied just above her knees and fixed to each end of a pole, forcing them spread apart.

"But I can't walk with this." Jill complained, quickly adding : "Mistress."

"You're not supposed to, toy." Yuribe replied, pushing her over the bed's edge.

The feline yelped as she fell on her hands and knees, her rear forced upward by her awkward restrictive position. The foxgirl's hand landed onto the nude buttocks, teasing Jill playfully.

"Now crawl and take care of your mistress, toy. I had a hard day, and I need to relax." said Yuribe, slipping her rubbered foot under her pet's face.

Jill looked up as best as she could, trying to send a "if-it's-a-joke-it's-not-funny" look. But her mistress was adamant and it was obvious that there was no joke. Wincing and ashamed, Jill stared back at the purple foot and, closing her eyes in a desperate attempt to deny what she was doing, started to lick it very slowly.

The taste was... surprising. Strong, as expected from a fabric like that, but also sweet in an unexplainable sense. The warmth of the flesh under it was pouring through, making it feel all the more like some strange, furless skin. Smooth skin, free of the tiniest wrinkle and perfumed like it was freshly bathed.

Jill quickly found herself lapping at the boot, holding on them as much as the mittens allowed her. Lips pressed more and more onto the latex in quick, hungry kisses that made Yuribe giggle and murr from pleasure, rolling slowly her head as Jill's warm tongue reached the heel and underfoot.

The vulpine then switched her feet, offering her right ankle to her pet's ministrations for a few minutes, running her other high heel all along Jill's spine and making her squirm a little. The foot reached the lynx's neck and pressed gently but firmly on it, forbidding the crawling girl any retreat.

"You're good at this, toy. Very good, I'll make sure to put that sweet tongue of yours to work again. But for now, let's play something else."

Yuribe withdrew her feet and grabbed the collar's ring, dragging the poor pet up onto the latex sheets. She rolled her on her back and chained the pole to the bedhead, forcing Jill's legs up and over her. Then the vixen spent a long time holding the legs, rubbing her body against them with great care and licking leisurely the underfeet.

Jill couldn't help but laugh out loud and squirm hard as her feet got tickled, only convincing her mistress to keep doing it until the lynx started to choke from the overdose of laughing and the lack of breathing.

"P-pleeeaaase, st-stop ! *heehee* Can't b-breath... *hoho* M-mercy, mistress ! I-I beg y*haha* you, have m-mercy !"

Letting her girl rest a little, Yuribe took advantage of her pet's weak state to grab a little bottle on the nightstand. Then she poured some of the odorous fluid onto her gloved fingers before gently rubbing it on the girl's offered crotch. The fingertips ran over the slit, pushing the short fur away and spreading the lube along the folds, teasing mercilessly the bound lynx.

Yuribe smirked as she moved her wet fingers south, taking all her time to caress the flesh while the girl was nervously trying to squirm away. In vain, as the finger pressing onto her little tailhole soon proved her. Despite the moans and begs of her prisoner, the vixen teased her target a few seconds before steadily pushing a finger inside.

"Gotta get you ready for later, little missy." she cooed, pumping her finger faster.

Jill squealed and shuddered until her mistress stopped her play, the feline laying flat on the bed with a short breath.

Grabbing a strap-on near her, Yuribe slipped it on and buckled it around her waist, just on her pants' hem. Another dose of the perfumed liquid made the dotted rubber shaft gleaming slightly, and the vixen sighing with a smile.

Here she were, finally getting what she craved for all evening long. She stared down at her pet, bound and blushing, half-naked and ready to be used like the toy she were. A truly delightful view for the vixen still driven by her need of stress release. She wanted to possess the damn rogue, to show her who were in charge, and most of all she wanted to completely forget about everything for a few minutes. And she was about to get all that.

Actually, Yuribe already had won half of it : the submission she could read in the lynx's eyes filled her with a feeling of power that was intoxicating. She wanted more, she needed more, now !

And so she pressed the tip of the strap-on onto the wet folds and grabbed Jill's thighs before rocking her hips harshly, her pet's screams mixed with her own loud moans of delight. Yuribe thrust the toy in a regular movement, making it disappear more and more between them with wet noises until the corners of their lower lips pressed against eachothers.

The vixen was losing herself in the pleasure she was experimenting, her arousal fueled by the horny squeals of Jill who tried desperately to hump her own body against her mistress. Everything was blurry around them, their world reduced to the bed, their burning fleshes and the toy linking them both.

Yuribe couldn't say how long she kept pumping, arching her back from time to time, smirking evily as she made sure to switch to a less satisfying position each time she felt Jill coming too close of her edge. It was sadistic, and in her perverted state the vixen found it even more arousing. The begs of the feline, her numerous swears to be a good girl, her loud moans calling for that release she was denied, all that was a sweet symphony to the foxgirl's ears. And the more Yuribe was taking what she needed, the less she gave Jill what the girl was begging for.

After a long time of endless teasing and deny, Yuribe finally fell back on the purple sheets, strengthless and panting hotly. As for Jill, the lynx was shaking like a leaf, still moaning softly, her reddish face turned totally crimson and her mittens clenching the air uselessly. Chains clinked as she tried to rub her legs together, but even that basic self-satisfaction was forbidden to her.

"Stop that, toy." ordered Yuribe with a light tap on a leg. "Your only purpose is to please me, not you. If I consider you deserving such a pleasure, then I'll let you know. Understood, my pretty thief ?"

Jill nodded weakly, rolling slowly her head from side to side between two gasps.

"I'll do whatever you want, mistress. I'll obey, I'll be good... can't stand it anymore..." she kept mumbling. "I'll be your slave, I'll work for free, I'll eat your dishes if you want me to... please, please, just let me get off once... just once... or I'll turn crazy..."

The vixen unchained the pole from the bedhead and rolled Jill on her knees again, smirking and licking her lips. How good it was ! To think she had disdained all that master/slave stuff for years, while it was in reality so satisfying, so overwhelming, so mindblowing, so...

So wrong.

Yuribe frowned at the though. It couldn't be that wrong, it had not to be. That petty thief harmed and robbed her, she was simply teaching her a lesson. It wasn't like she was torturing Jill or making her pay for all the problems she had in life.

Yuribe looked at the bound girl teased and fucked for almost an hour without any mean to avoid it, and still not close of any release soon.

Don't push her too hard, winked Chelsea from a corner of the room.

"I know what I'm doing, thanks." groaned the vixen. "And what are you doing here anyway ?"

Obvious question. I'm just a figment of your imagination, of course. shrugged the not-so-present tigress. The part that is still thinking straight, actually. Ya know, like Jiminy Cricket, but bigger.

"Oh, shut up." answered Yuribe quite harshly, grabbing the rest of the stuff she had planned to use.

Jill whimpered and curled, squirming in neverending arousal, but obeyed the order and remained silent. Yuribe blinked and turned to where Chelsea was, only to see an empty space filled with shadows.

The vixen rubbed her eyes. Focus. She needed to focus. No more ghost-talking.

Hey ! Imma not dead yet ! shouted a voice from nowhere.

"You'll soon be if you don't leave me finish what I started." grumbled Yuribe between her fangs.

"I won't resist, mistress, I'm sorry... do as you wish..." the lynx whispered, once again obeying her mistress.

The feline smiled, somehow touched by her pet's diligence, and caressed her back for a while. At the same time, she wrapped a black rubber strap around Jill's thigh and ankle to trap her leg in that kneeling position. The other leg soon followed, both straps chained to a last one around her waist, making the pet unable to stand up anymore. Yuribe wondered briefly what her prisoner could do exactly now, tied as she was.

Smirking, the vixen slapped playfully her pet's rear and made her squeal. Pouring a few of the odorous lube on the tailhole again, she pressed the tip of the soaked strap-on onto it, her fingers playing with the short wagging tail of the lynx. In a way, it was cute to see the little plushy thing wave like this.

"And now, my slave, it's time for the final ride !" Yuribe said happily.

A single thrust of the hips. It's all it took for the vixen to get thrown into that bliss again and forget about the immaterial tigresses. A third of the shaft plunged into the tight hole, Jill shouting louder than she already did that night, joined by her mistress in an audible pleasure.

The lynx clenched on the sheets as best as she could while Yuribe kept pushing her toy further inside. Jill's backdoor was really tighter than the vixen had planned, but all in all it only increased her own pleasure as she felt like she was impaling herself onto the other end of the rod. The resistance was so delicious that Yuribe was surprised when the pinky ring finally fully stretched and swallowed the rest of the intruder, making the vixen fall forward and onto her slave's back, both of them yelping for very different reasons.

What happened from that point, Yuribe wouldn't clearly remember later. Her most feral instinct took the upper hand and decided to take control, and thus the foxgirl found herself grasping her prey's dangling breasts like it was handles to keep her balance. She couldn't resist the urge to knead them, to tug at the rock-hard nipples poking through the stretchy layer, to fill her paws with that soft, smooth flesh burning with desire.

Yuribe crushed her own latex-clad mounds onto her slave's back, her pumps stimulating them by rubbing her own erected buds against Jill's shoulderblades with squeaks and creaks. The vixen was panting hotly, clenching madly on her pet, licking her neck and ears with short, quick tongue laps that only made the lynx purr louder. Yuribe couldn't get enough of her pet's taste, licking down until she reached for her mouth and easily forced her way between the sweet lips, locking in a passionate tongue struggle that muffled both of them.

In fact, both of the girls were in the same state. Jill was mewing, eyes closed shut and her whole body shaking with each thrust, while Yuribe was humping her from behind with growls of pleasure. Latex squeaked against latex, fur brushed against fur, the mistress and the pet launched together in the most delightful bliss each of them had ever experienced.

In a desperate try to hold on her slave, as she was unable to stop her motion in her current state, Yuribe moved a paw under Jill's stomach and between her bound thighs. Two of her fingers shoved themselves deep inside the feline's nether, the inner walls clenching onto them while they slipped back and forth in rhythm with the strap-on.

Horny and teased for so long as Jill was, it didn't took long for her throbbing little clit to surrender to the caress of her mistress' thumb. She screamed loudly as she squirted on the bed, giving her mistress just what she needed to go over the edge. They roared as waves of pleasure crashed through them once, twice, thrice, finally falling on the side together, minds blank and still locked inside eachother.

As quickly as they started, the roars stopped and were soon replaced with quiet, content snores.

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Sunday morning was slowly passing by when Yuribe opened her eyes, yawned and stretched a rubbered arm in the air. She was feeling sore, but relaxed and pretty happy. Her paw lazily landed onto the blue and red body next to her and rubbed it gently, making the vixen smile again as she dozed off in sleeping.

Yuribe suddenly sat down, barely avoiding to scream. The previous night was coming back in her mind like a hangover after a night of drinking.

Except that the vixen would have preferred the latter one, by far.

"OhmygodIcan'thavedonethatit'snotpossible" she said in panic, looking around the room in case the solution was hiding somewhere.

But facts were facts, and Yuribe woke up clad in latex with a rubber-bound lynx in her stretchy sheets. Feeling dirty and disgusting, she tried to think of her next move.

"Free her, you damn idiot!" she mumbled, almost tearing her purple messy hair off her head. "Remove all that creepy stuff and pretend nothing happened. Yeah, that should work."

Her shaky fingers didn't helped the vixen, but she managed in a time record to unbuckle, unlock, roll off and pull out all the garments she spent so long a few hours ago to put on the lynx. She then hastily gathered them and shoved the whole pile in her "secret wardrobe" along with her own outfit. Yuribe winced as she held the used shaft by a strap : how could she did something so crazy as actually use it ?

Locking the wardrobe was the final step of her plan to avoid jail. Now nude in the sunlight pouring from behind the curtains, all Yuribe could think of was a good, long, warm bath. She headed for the bathroom, almost running through her flat before hopping into the tub and opening the water, letting the hot liquid take away her soreness, her anxiety and her problems.

"I can't believe I did all that..." the vixen mumbled, a paw on her eyes as memories kept running in her mind.

"Yeah, that was so crazy, "mistress" !" Jill said, standing shylessly in the bathroom with only a large smile and the blue collar around her neck.

Yuribe freaked out and splashed in her bath as she tried to flee away, finally deciding to sink into the tub. Her eyes and ears slowly pointed out of the water, locked on the intruder. Damn her, she forgot to get the collar off. No more denying now.

"Sorry, did I scared you ?" asked the lynx, puzzled.

"N-no, I, huh... I just didn't heard you coming, that's all."

"Mind if I take a shower, then ? I'm stinky and sweaty from yesterday." Jill beamed, pointing at the empty shower while the vixen hid her ashamed face underwater.

Half an hour after, Yuribe and Jill were eating a late breakfast in the kitchen. The vixen had given some of her more classic clothes to her guest and was trying not to talk about what happened. In vain.

"It was fun, but you really got hard on me in the end. I still feel it down there." the lynx winced, rubbing her bum. She then asked with a smile : "By the way, did you undressed me after ? I think I collapsed and I woke up totally nude this morning..."

"Well... you see... would be uncomfortable to sleep like that... but I missed something in the dark, don't move." Yuribe replied, reaching swiftly for the collar and unbuckling it.

"Can't I keep it a little more ? I like it, it looks gothic."

Jill was smiling once again, a bright smile that the vixen found hard to fight off. But she couldn't accept this one, not like that.

"Sorry, but this collar isn't to give. I mean, not to anyone."

"Hey, I'm not anyone after what you did to me last..." started the lynx.

"It's not what I mean..." Yuribe sighed. "Listen, this collar is special to me. It's for a really precise person."

"Really ? Who is it, then ? Why didn't you give it to him already ?" Jill asked, looking interested.

"Because I didn't found that person yet. Maybe I'll never find, even..."

The vixen stared at the thick blue latex, playing with the silver ring at the front. A useless collar for a useless foxgirl...

"It's for my pet. A real one, I mean. Someone that would serve me, and care of me, and... things. Not just for play, this collar is intended to be given to only one person."

The lynx nodded and chomped on a toast.

"I see, to seal the pact. So, if you gave it to me last night, that means..."

Yuribe nodded in turn, a little down.

"Yeah, that means I already screwed up. Well, it was taking dust for years anyway. And let's face it, nobody would be stupid enough to throw its freedom away for me, so no big deal."

The vixen put the collar on a shelf and finished her plate, joking and talking with her guest. But Jill quickly noticed that she avoided looking at the shelf.

Soon after, Yuribe took the lynx downstairs and opened the door for her. Anger had fade away, and as Jill though her "captor" was letting her go. It just had taken longer than she expected.

"For all it matters, I feel sorry about what happened. But you still owe the shop a lot of money, so I'll wait for you next Friday evening to come to work."

Jill pointed at the streets, grinning.

"I could just run away, and never come back."

"Yup, and between you and me I'd be glad not to be buried under electric tongues again." nodded Yuribe. "You never told me why you made that dumb robbery."

"A stupid game." the lynx shrugged. "Friends of mine dared me to enter your shop and steal something really special, something that can only be found here. And I saw that huge ball with jewels on it. That's all."

Yuribe chuckled and shook her head.

"Pretty stupid indeed. I can't lock you up anyway, just go away and try not to rob stores again."

"I'll try, thanks."

Jill walked away, waiting for the sound of the door locking before pulling the collar out of her pocket. She found it under the bed after waking up, like if someone hurriedly undressed her and hid her restraints, and put it on to fool her so-called "mistress".

The lynx stole it again in the kitchen, but instead hid it in her pocket until now. She didn't wanted Yuribe to take the collar back. It was something that could only be found in the Vixen's Den.

But did she really stole it ? After all, it was her collar. A single-use collar, claiming the wearer as the pet of the vixen... and it was given to her.

Jill wrapped the blue strap around her neck and locked it in place, biting her lower lip with a malicious grin.