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She was lost. No...that was not right. She was somewhere unfamiliar to her, but where, she couldn't be sure. Alien smells pervaded through her young nose; some of them sweet, others metallic, or somehow synthetic, mixed with an overwhelmingly musky--almost perfume like--aroma that hung in the air thickly. Opening her eyes didn't do anything to ease the uncertainty of her predicament. Wherever she was, though, any comfort that could have been afforded by a view of her surroundings was rejected by a pressing darkness. She turned her head around, trying to find some source of light in the crepuscular ink that surrounded her, but only succeeded in catching a brief glimmer, a brief flash of green or blue, then nothing followed by a mechanical tick or random buzzing. She had no idea how large the room, if it indeed was a room in the first place, was, and from her position on the floor she had no way of moving about to guess at its size. Her hands were bound at the wrists behind her back, preventing her from them from moving about to aid her in examining the room. She struggled slightly at her bonds, tugging and twisting her arms to try to break free from the restraining material, but the duct-tape(from what she could gather from the sensation of adhesive against her skin and the way the material gave, it had to be duct-tape) refused to give. Her feet, likewise, were bound at her ankles by tape, but they were sore and felt raw from rubbing against the strong adhesive that was used for the brand, causing her to let out a soft whine of discomfort through the tape-gag covering her mouth, preventing her from making any more sound than an occasional squeak or grunt of frustration. With her eyes burning in the darkness, she struggled, kicking out with both legs and yanking against the tape securing her limbs, desperately struggling to get free. Wherever she was, she knew if she was tied like this and gagged, the people that did this to her were not playing games.

She struggled for what felt like hours, fighting harder until she started to feel the tape around her wrists begin to give, the adhesive finally being undone by the stress she was causing for the tape. Her legs were much better taped, and she could barely move her knees back and forth past one another without great difficulty. She rolled over onto her front, pressing her palms together to add force to her strain against the tape until she heard a satisfactory pop, and the distinct sensation of the tape releasing from her wrists. She let out a breath of relief through her nose and pulled her arms apart, but her relief turned to renewed despair when her arms stalled just a few inches apart, held further immobile by a pair of handcuffs. The final push from her disappointment sent her emotions over the edge. She gave weak tugs at the handcuffs, crying through her nose into what felt like tile. If she was handcuffed at the wrists, that had to mean that there were handcuffs around her ankles as well, making it impossible to escape, even if she could break the tape. Terrified of what would happen next, and resigned to never getting out, she lay on the floor and rolled onto her side, curling into a fetal position. Her once limitless world was no reduced to a few simple inescapable truths: She was in a strange location, essentially blind, cold, bound, and naked. She didn't know how long she had cried. It could have been a few minutes, it could have been forever, but without any way to mark the passage of time she couldn't be sure. Some time after the duct tape around her wrists snapped, she became too tired to cry, and fell silent, her eyes closed against the darkness around her. In the silence she could hear what sounded like machines, the soft electric whine of fans, and she could feel a rush of cold air against her bare skin from the air conditioning vent somewhere in the direction she was facing. Some time after the current of air started she tried to crawl across the floor, but too exhausted from her struggling, she drifted off into a trouble sleep plagued by what she could only imagine would happen to her, or how the men who had kidnapped her would use her body for themselves. One question stayed in the back of her mind like a hot coal, making her restless as she slept: Were they going to kill her?

She was woken up by sounds, genuine sounds this time. She could hear footsteps, and when she opened her eyes she could see a dim glow lighting up the wall of the room she was facing. The wall was bare, except for a few papers and a framed photo hanging from the drywall. Turning her head, however, did nothing in the way of offering her an insight to the composition of the rest of the room from where she was laying. The floor was layered with tile of a bright blue color, with red borders around square sections that intersected at white circles. The floor was sloped just slightly, so slightly that she had no idea of the inclination without light, and about a foot from her face was a small, octagonal drain grate set into the tile. With a groan through her nose she rolled over, stretching her stiff muscles almost painfully to look towards the source of where the light was coming from. It was spilling out from under a door several feet from her brilliantly, carving a swath through the tenebrosity around her across the floor. On the other side the people who had her paced back and forth, their shoes tapping against a hard floor and casting shadows against the door, blocking some of the light coming under the gap. She could even hear voices, or, a voice, talking on the other side incoherently. Occasionally words made it through the gap in the door to her ears, words like 'her' and 'it', and a yes or no here and there. At one point, whoever was talking stopped in front of the door, letting a part of the conversation leak through. "Yeah, of course. No, cash, that's it." She guessed that it was on a phone call, seeing as she could only hear one half of the conversation, but she listened closely. "No, I have her right now, and there's nothing you can do about it. If you want her, you'll have to pay." The voice said pay, which meant she was being held captive, and if they were holding her like this that meant she had been kidnapped, and her captors were demanding a ransom from her parents. She issued a muffled scream from behind the duct tape and squirmed, drowning out what the person on the other side of the door, and tried to tap the metal of the handcuffs against the tile, creating as much noise as she could. The shadow of the feet on the other side of the door shifted a little, making her check herself for a moment before she continued bashing the cuffs against the tile until the lights came on in the room, blinding her and making her cry out in pain behind the tape while her eyes slammed shut against the sudden brilliance. The door clicked, then creaked and footsteps clacked softly against the tile. Her heart pounded in her chest while the steps got closer and closer, and she curled her legs to her chest as tight as she could to hide her body from view, flinching when they spoke. "Well, you're awake." The voice was slightly cold, but it didn't sound angry. "That's good. I was beginning to worry." Calm. The voice was calm, that's what it was. No concern, but no anger, no hostility, either. She was still afraid to open her eyes and look at them, she was sure if she saw their face, whoever they were, they would kill her. She did open one eye, her left, the one closest to the tile floor, and watched a pair of good shoes as they drew nearer over the tile. They stopped just beyond her feet and splayed out almost casually, and the leg adjoining one tilted slightly, folding the denim of the jeans covering it. A click sounded from above her, making her shudder in terror and squeeze both of her eyes shut again, whimpering through her nose. There was a sigh from above her, and a faint rustling of fabric, then they spoke again. "You can open your eyes, I'm not going to hurt you." The voice sounded tired, or exhausted, the way her mother sounded after a long day at the office. Exasperated was the word she was looking for; frustrated but not at her, but somebody else and her mother was trying to get past it. Was negotiating with her parents that tiring? Or was it this person had a normal job that she was working at as well, and having to keep the secret that she was being held hostage at their house that stressful? She shook her head anyways, refusing to open her eyes and look at whoever it was. They huffed, and she hiccuped back a sob as she felt a pair of hands touch her body, pulling her up into a sitting position, gripping her shoulders. "If you won't open your eyes, I won't unto your hands." The voice sounded feminine, and sweeter now, and she stopped her slight squirming at the mention of freeing her hands. "You want that, don't you?" She assented with a muffled mewl and opened her eyes, blinking away the pain from the light until she could focus on who it was in front of her. She felt her eyes grow wide as her view focused, bringing a female captor into focus. In front of her, kneeling on the tile and bent forward at the waist slightly was a fur. A female wolf, by the looks of it, with vibrant green eyes and reddish-brown hair sitting between her triangular ears. The tips of the wolf's hair were a vibrant blue, standing out against the counter-shading of the gray fur on her face, and the white on her snout and cheeks. The hair was about shoulder length, increasing in hue until the very tips were barely visible against the lighter blue blouse covering the wolf's rather voluptuous, and voluminous, chest, and extending down towards a pair of denim blue jeans that hugged her wide hips and full thighs. From her shoulder hung a leather purse on a short strap, while behind the wolf an attractively groomed tail swayed back and forth, brushing over the tile slowly while she smiled at her. "Here, let me get that." Gently, the wolf used one of her filed claws to prize a corner of the tape sealing her lips, then she carefully peeled the strong adhesive fabric off of her raw skin. "There, now that's better, hmm?" She neatly folded the tape in half, sticky side in, and dropped it to the tile. "You're not going to kill me, are you?" The wolf's ears perked on her head, and she stared at her with an expression of incredulity before shaking her head. "What do you want..?" "Well, what's your name?" She swallowed and sniffed a little while the wolf sat back and produced a key ring from one of her pockets, and sorted through the keys hooked on it. "Kagura..." The wolf nodded and stood up, walking around behind her. She turned her head to watch her, carefully observing the wolf as she knelt back down behind her, separating a smaller key from the rest. "How old are you, Kagura?" The wolf carefully grabbed onto her wrists, and she felt the handcuffs moving slightly as she worked to remove them, true to her word. "Seventeen..." The handcuffs clicked loudly, then rasped against themselves and suddenly her right arm was free. She tugged her hand out of the wolf's grip and turned around, swinging at her as hard as she could. Instead of making contact with the wolf's face like she had intended, her arm was caught in mid swing, and she was answered with a growl from her. "Please don't do that again." She tugged at her grip, bringing her knees under her and leaning back away from the woman...or...female, but she didn't let go. Instead her ears lowered in her hair, but her face remained placid and expressionless, sending a chill down Kagura's spine. Hesitantly, she nodded her compliance, and the wolf let go of her. "Thank you." "What are you going to do with me?" Her voice shook slightly while she rubbed her wrists, massaging the raw skin to sooth the discomfort from the tape away. The wolf ignored her and pulled a box-cutter from her purse and extended the blade without saying anything. She quickly severed the tape and peeled the rest of the adhesive off of her human ankles, tossing the tape to the side before she put the box-cutter back in her purse. Before she could move the wolf had set her purse aside, one hand still gripping her ankle, and used her other hand to force her legs apart. "Be a good girl, and I'll make sure you enjoy this."She started to say something, but thought better of it and stayed silent, allowing the wolf to slowly slide her hands up her legs without objection. Her hands moved quickly, her thumbs massaging along the insides of her thighs, over her hips, and up the sides of her waist before moving back down to her knees and repeating the process. Kagura squirmed and shivered with each pass, and let out shuddering breaths, but said nothing, allowing her body to be touched, each pass bringing the wolf's hands up her sides, over her belly, and closer to her own reasonably-sized breasts. Two more passes, and she lowered her arms to the floor, exposing her generous D-Cup breasts to the wolf, and let out a pleased sigh as her hands roamed still higher, rubbing just below the bottoms. She closed her eyes, feeling her hands all over her, one of the softly-furred appendages caressing the valley between her breasts, the other moving down over her belly to her legs. Her breath caught as she felt fingers trailing up her inner thigh slowly, and spread her legs invitingly to them until the stopped. She let out a slow breath as the hand at her chest started teasing her, roving over one mound of flesh and then the other, the claws just teasing at her nipples before they move away, drawing shivers of delight from her and a light giggle. "Ah!" Suddenly the wolf's fingers pressed themselves against her crotch, quickly finding and massaging against her lower lips, drawing a gasp and a short yelp of surprise. The wolf obviously liked her reaction, and pressed forward, trailing one finger along the crease of her labia and grabbing one of her sensitive breasts with the other hand, applying pressure to lean Kagura back against the cool tile. She squirmed against the tile, arching her back off the floor as she was fondled by the wolf, her finger dipping without hesitation between her lips, dragging their length and teasing over her tender clitoris. Kagura giggled out a squeak, wiggling her hips as the motion was repeated, and sucking in a breath when that same finger pressed harder and followed it's path in reverse without leaving her body. She could feel her body becoming aroused with each shudder the wolf caused, and after only a few short moments of attention her arousal became apparent, her lips moistening slightly and allowing the finger pleasing her to move with less effort the more it continued. Kagura grabbed her unused breast and massaged the soft mound of flesh, leaning her back with a humming moan of delight and rolling her hips against the finger. "Oh, you are a good girl." She opened her eyes and looked at the wolf, slightly shaken by the smile on her face, but her attention was caught by her hand as it moved. She let out a real moan as the wolf's finger plunged unexpectedly into her clenching sex, forcing it's way in before she was fully lubricated. It was different than what she did at home at night; she would tease herself until she was soaking wet, then start to finger herself, but doing it so soon made it feel more rough. Her walls felt almost dry against the fur on her finger as it was pulled out of her, then slid back in, making her moan out and squeeze down. She slickened for the wolf quickly, and just a few repetitions of her finger sliding back and forth were enough to bring her arousal high enough to allow a second finger, earning nothing but a moan of delight and a clench of pleasure at the way the two digits spread her apart. The wolf's claws raked agonizingly against her inner walls, making her toes curl, and she grabbed onto the hand that fondled and teased her breast, holding on for dear life as she rolled through waves of ecstasy. Her body clamped down on the wolf's fingers briefly, then let go. Every time the wolf's claws dragged across the inside of her tunnel, her body would clamp, then release, each time the fur pleasing her would back off her ministrations and slow, slowly building back up, only to back off again. "God you're good at this..." In response the wolf dragged her claws slowly along her sensitive inner flesh, reducing her back down to nothing but a moaning, writhing mass of legs and pleasure. The change earned a giggle from the wolf...or was it a chuckle? It was hard to tell, but Kagura didn't care very much. This wolf was pleasing her in a way that she could never have dreamed was possible. Every stroke of the fingers betrayed somebody who was an expert in what she was doing, someone who was enjoying every moment of the human girl writhing at moaning at her touch. Someone who desired...needed...to hear the increasing moans, and with the addition of a third finger screams of heightening pleasure, to feel the rapid clenching of her vaginal walls, only to hold back and deny the thrashing human release, flooding her body with indescribable sensations of electricity and fire, racing in turns up and down her spine and wracking against the back of her skull. As the fingers withdrew, slowly dragging against ever more sensitive flesh, an icy chill flooded from the top of her head, racing down over her body to her toes, when suddenly her quivering snatch was suddenly filled again. The wolf thrust her fingers in and out, fast enough to bring her to a plateau of bliss, but too slowly to allow her the release she needed. "You like that, hmm?" Kagura nodded and arched her back off of the tile, lifting one knee to push her hips up and against the wolf's fingers, but a touch to her burning clitoris from the wolf chastised her body, forcing her hips back down while her body spasmed and clenched. "Oh god, yes!" The fingers spread inside of her andhooked against her, dragging forwards and outwards, then slipped back in wetly, making her hips buck towards her hand with a needful moan. She could feel the pressure in her lower belly building with each stroke, but she was held just back from the point of no return. "This feels good?" The wolf's fingers arched up, pressing against the most sensitive spot against her walls, making her cry out in pleasure, her hips bucking wildly. Her whole body tensed and quivered, when suddenly those wonderful digits left her body, massaging her thighs and over her lower belly, making her thrash her hips, denied what she wanted just as she was so incredibly close to getting it. Her mind started to haze over, not registering the fingers as they traced over her sex and then plunged back into her body. She cried out and flung her arms to the sides, scrabbling at the tile as she writhed her hips against the wolf's fingers, desperately trying to force herself to her peak, but the wolf moved with her, rubbing just enough to facilitate a nearly painful amount of stimulation to keep her close to that edge. "What's the matter?" Kagura whimpered and bucked towards the wolf's fingers as they were withdrawn, angling her hips to force them in deeper only to have them withdrawn and produce a loud moan. "That doesn't feel good anymore?" She shook her head and reached down between her own legs, rubbing her finger between her tender lips to touch her clit, chewing on her lip when suddenly herhand was pulled away by the wolf, who had a slightly frightening grin across her snout when she lifted her head. "You want something don't you..." The wolf brought her hand back against her human body again, just letting her own fingers tantalizingly graze along her burning lower lips, eliciting a high moan of need from her throat before her hand was begrudgingly pulled back away from her body. "You need it, don't you." She nodded and squirmed, whining and pushing against the wolf's hand when it returned to her crotch. She rubbed at her body gently, every strand of hair tickling her lower lips as the fur's fingers resumed teasing. "What do you want?" "Come on!" She moaned out long and loud, kicking at the floor as the tension started to build up to painful levels, thrashing her body while the wolf slid a finger between her lips. "You want to finish?" She whimpered and sat up, glaring at the wolf, then was forced back down, pinned to the tile by her shoulder and straddled at the legs while she was fondled. "You want your release?" She thrashed under her, tugging at the wolf's arm only halfheartedly, wanting her off, but at the same time her body screamed that she was right, making her nod and let out a wavering moan. "Ask for it." Kagura shivered and clenched around the finger slipping into her, lifting her hips off of the floor as the digit was moved inside of her. "Please..." The finger curled and raked a claw against her slowly, drawing the request into a moan that was cut short, leaving her gasping for breath as it trailed over that one spot. The claw pressed and rubbed against it, tickling and teasing her G-Spot relentlessly, but still mercilessly just out of reach of orgasm "Please, what?" "Oh god, please, wolf!" She stammered, kicking and pushing at the tile flooring desperately, the bucking of her hips forgotten as she tried to get away from the female torturing her, only to conflict with the desires of her body to stay still, hoping for release from this wolf, sending her back flat against the tile, motionless and panting, for a few short moments until she regained the will to struggle again. The wolf slowly relented to her, and the more she relented, the more Kagura begged, her voice growing louder and louder until she was screaming at the wolf to satisfy her. The wolf's fingers danced around that spot again, pressing just near it but never close enough to bring that rush of pleasurable agony she craved, her hand bumping and grinding against her sex with each lewd thrust of the fingers being pistoned in and out of her body. She would never remember the wolf leaning down to her ear, but she would remember the touch of the claws against her G-Spot, the brush of orgasm so close, yet agonizingly beyond her reach, and she would remember the words the wolf spoke to her. "Please, Mistress." No gasp of realization, no sudden shock, no comprehension of the consequences of what she was now allowing to happen. Only desire, the need to release, mattered to her brain and her body. Her lips moved, enunciating the words as she spoke, and as the sound finished it was replaced by a shuddering scream of delight as her body was thrown over that precipice and into the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. When her orgasm subsided and she was able to think clearly again, Kagura sat up in front of the wolf, her chest heaving to catch her breath as the female licked her fingers clean of the fluids matting the fur on her hand. "Such a good girl...we're going to have so much fun."