The Winged Captive
Ok, you all know the drill this story contains material of a sexual and somewhat violent nature. If you are too young to be reading it then don't. If violence, rape, BD/SM, anal. Oral, Just plain sex, or other weird stuff offend you, then I suggest you find another story to read. But...if you are as weird as I am, please read the story and have fun. Jonathan copyright his player. All other characters copyright to me.
The Winged Captive
My eyes squeezed shut as the door opened into the dark room where I was being held captive. I blinked several times before I could safely open my eyes and find out who had joined me. My muzzle opened wide and a small smile formed as I recognized the small mouse that had walked in.
"Jonathan, I'm so glad to see you!" I blurted out before I saw the saddened look on his small face. "Jonathan, what's wrong?" I asked.
"I'm sorry Mistress," he responds almost crying. "I cannot help you. The Master has told me not to even talk to you." He begins crying as he works his way around my body, making sure I was well "grounded" as you might say. I nodded to him softly as I sighed and looked around my surroundings. I didn't know who his "Master" is, and I wasn't very anxious to find out. The room I am in is familiar. I own this house and dungeon. Jonathan is my favorite slave. I looked around at the bare room and sighed. My bright yellow eyes scanned my confines and I noticed that even my beautiful wings were tied down, the flight feathers clipped in case I should try and flee. I was chained on my hand and knees, spread open for everyone to see. Not a wonderful position for any Mistress. I noticed Jonathan eyeing my rear and soft furry nether-lips as he passed behind me to make sure I was securely tied down. I smiled softly as I turned my ears and face towards the door. I had picked up footsteps outside and waited for them to enter.
A large male wolf with fur as black as my own entered and I immediately growled at him. It was Thorn, after all this time he has finally found me. I will never forgive him for what he did to me so many years ago. But that is a different story for a different time...now he was here again and he was followed by two more of my slaves. A lanky cheetah morph by the name of Radul and a buck called Mariner. He laughed softly as he spoke, "So, I see the hatred still remains. That means this should be fun." He cracked his knuckles and grinned at me.
"Thorn, what the hell are you doing here?" I gritted my teeth as I choked out the words. I struggled against my bindings but it was useless, I knew I could not get free just as my many slaves had not before me.
"Oh, I heard my little mousey friend talking about his wonderful Mistress and when I asked her name I knew I had found you again." He chuckled as I looked to Jonathan, his white fur reddening around his cheeks. It was then that I noticed that everyone was naked, including myself and my mouth dropped open. "Not again," I thought as Thorn gave directions to the other furs in the room. Radul came around to my muzzle and forced it open as he placed a strap around my nose and behind my ears, placing a small metal O in my mouth, forcing it open and inabling me to close it. He then began to stroke his smooth sheath. I sighed softly...at least I had removed his spines for my pleasure when I first aquired him. Mariner was stroking his sheath as well and moving toward my rear. Was this the fate I was getting, being taken from both ends by my own slaves? I feared that wasn't all I would getting this evening. If Thorn was one thing it was cruel. This was too nice for him. I turned my head to watch Thorn as he moved to the wall and grabbed a whip hanging there. I flinched as the whip lashed at my side, the pain unbearable and yet...arousing. I looked at him as he lashed me again, ripping feathers from my wings and tufts of fur from my back. Then he began flicking the whip in a different direction and all of the sudden my nipples felt like fire. I screamed as much as I could with the gag in my muzzle and he laughed and lashed again. Tears welled in my eyes and yet I was becoming excited by the torment. Did he suspect that I liked it....
The lashing continued up and down my body, welts and blood forming on my back and rear. Then a familiar feeling began ticking my vulva. I moaned softly as Jonathan's whiskers tickled and his nose rubbed. "I knew you would like this you dirty little slut." Thorn yelled at me as I moaned. I couldn't help it though...I was always the dominating one and now...I was totally dominated. Knowing that was horrible and wonderful at the same time. Then Jonathan began licking my clit and lips, I moaned louder as his soft tongue bathed me in wonderful feelings. I hadn't noticed that Thorn had positioned himself underneath me and was now pinching and pulling on my sore and hardened nipples. I moaned and growled at the different forms of pleasure. The cat and deer watched as they slowly masturbated themselves, waiting for their chance. I closed my eyes as the pleasurable pain continued. Then my mouse slave stuck his nose into my nether-region, I gasped at the new sensation as his nose wriggled around and his tongue lapped at my sweet juices. Thorn's paws wandered my body wantonly and I felt one leave for a moment and then return. I saw Radul approach me, his feline-hood erectly saluting me. Jonathon moved further up into me and I felt his tiny head slip past my opening. He squeaked softly inside of me as Radul slipped his cock into my mouth. "Suck it, you dirty bitch," he purred at me as it settled on my tongue. I couldn't believe my ears or my body as I found myself lapping at his member, sucking softly and rubbing it against the ridges of the roof of my mouth. It tasted so good and yet...
I jerked forward, much to the pleasure of the cat at my front when I was forcibly entered from the rear by Mariner and from the bottom by Jonathan and Thorn. The pain was overwhelming errotic and I groaned loudly into the belly of the kitty. Mariner began a slow motion as he impaled my furry rear. Thorn had pushed himself into Jonathan's rear, forcing him inside of me completely. Using the mouse as an extended cock and began moving up and down quite rapidly, pleasuring both the mouse and myself with the quick motions. I knew he just wanted to conquer me and I let him as my tongue danced around Radul's feline-hood.
Radul began a heavy purring as his body began moving in rhythm. Mariner was grunting as his thick shaft opened my puckered pink hole again and again. All three males began humping me faster and faster their animalistic groans echoing in my ears. I could feel Jonathon inside me, squirming around, presumabley running his member along my walls. His long almost prehensile tail twined around my clit, the sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before. His head beat in time against my upper walls, that sensitive area making me breath heavier, suck harder, and squeeze longer as I built up to my release.
Thorn grabbed my nipples and ground his claws into my breasts as he came hard into Jonathan's rear, I could feel it splash against my walls as well, knowing full well that the mouse couldn't hold it all. Jonathan squeaked that well known squeak as he came inside of me. The dear bellowed as my ass filled with creamy seed and I began to swallow as Radul roared in my ears, white sticky feline cum dribbling down my muzzle. I could hold out no longer, I howled as my orgasm filled me, squeezing every part of my body and the mouse inside of me. The boys continued to pump me as full as they could before withdrawing, the little mouse bedraggled with all sorts of juices slipped from within me and lay on the floor panting heavily. His long supple tail still clinched tight around my clit as hot liquid poored slowly down my thighs. Radul was in heaven as he withdrew from my quivering muzzle, his limp member still dripping cum. Thorn lay on his back, his head turned to the side, his tongue lolling as he panted. Mariner pumped me still, his rigid member still flowing, filling me and his seed mixing with that of Thorn's and Jonathan's on my leg fur. He finally gave up and pushed once last time before slowly withdrawing. I clenched his cock with my anal muscles as he moved backwards, not wanting him to leave as I moaned softly.
Then Thorn got up, wiped himself with a towel and wiped the others as well. I looked at them all, my humiliation becoming more apparent as my orgasm died down. How could my slaves have done this to me? I shook my head, the ring still keeping my mouth open. Then Thorn gave another hand signal and Radul and Thorn stood on one side of me and Jonathan and Mariner on the other. They held themselves out and my eyes shot open in surprise as they all let loose. Four streams of musky golden showers rained down on my back and rear. They moved to make sure I was compeletely drenched in urine before coming up to me one by one, ordering me to clean them. I took each cock in my mouth, tasted the salty urination and almost gagged each time. They slapped me and told me to go faster and I did, just to get the nasty taste out of my mouth. All of them, except Jonathan; he looked into my eyes as I cleaned him, his face betraying his sadness. I knew he didn't want to do this but that he had no choice. I thanked him silently as he kissed me on the nose, the one piece of actual affection I had received that evening. Thorn cuffed his cheek and threw him across the room. "How dare you!" he snarled. Jonathan hurried from the room afraid of what would happen to him. I knew he went to that secret place that no one knew about but me and him. I was happy for him and I smiled. Then the sharp pain of claws hit my cheek as Thorn snarled, "Wipe that smirk off your face, MeiTow. You have no reason to be happy." He then walked out, followed by the cheetah and the deer. The door closed and all was dark again. I dropped my head, the O-ring still in my muzzle and smiled again, for I had every reason to smile.
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