Preview of A Thief Collected
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Summary: Finding what she thinks is an easy mark, the silkat Marie instead discovers a frightening collection of too lifelike statues including one that is all too familiar. Her would be mark returns, keen to add another figure to her portfolio...
Supporter Reward for Marie / aro120987 and a followup to Dooming Fantasies
Word Count (Full Version): 2883
“Ghhh, uhghh!” Marie tried to mumble from the mask as she felt the lightest vibrations from outside, her captor fitted a fake fluffy ruff around her neck, hiding the rigid posture collar, then took a multi piece carving of an artistic drape, pushing it into grooves, letting the molten wax cool around it to hold on and carefully putting a little more to hide any grooves or seams.
Slowly all of those blocks the tigress could see were covered up, as she worked in silence and ignoried the muffled grunts. When it was all done she let herself speak once more.
“It was quite the puzzle I had to solve. How do I deal with an intruding art-thief, how do I make a unique piece and within all that, how do I save future costs by having a personal supply of webbing? I’m happy with my solution.” She said, plucking a remote and moving closer so that she could whisper sensually in Marie’s ear and still be heard. “In my research I saw them say that the right stimulation causes an abundance of web to be produced. I think that’s bullshit, but I do like the idea of having you suffer.”
Her thumb jabbed an on switch and then Marie felt a light vibration as multiple mechanisms kicked up. Something pulsed over her tail, first, that sleeve like feeling kneading where her silk came from, encouraging it out and actively milking it. Yet the discomfort of that was forgotten as every other toy sprang to life.
In each box and in the collar itself, whirring ticklers sprang to life, a pure assault of stimulation tucked into her neck, her ribs and nipples, with a many-roller set of tools pushing up to her feet from the pedestal she was stuck to!
“Ghhh-hhhh hhh nmhhh!” Marie squealed in laughter yet she couldn’t pull away from any of them, even her toes were unable to wiggle or curl to protect herself, each of the many tools was tuned differently, too. Round rollers with soft bristles moved in a pattern over the majority of her feet but small circular discs with rough, coarser hairs needled in at the finer points. She could feel the tight encasement around her shins keenly as each soft brush made her quiver and each sharper tweak made her want to kick, yet the casting of wax around her made that useless.
Each new twist provoked a fresh peal of overstimulated plaint, the mask and tube muffling it until even her captor could barely hear it.
At her neck, was a constant, softly buzzing pressure of many tiny brushes that ran up and down rails, trailing sensations in their wake, making her desperate to shrug her shoulders protectively and to hunch down yet she could no more do that than grow wings and fly.
Smooth nibbed mechanical fingers ran over her ribs, stroking the fur and then quivering in an awkward manner before finally at the nipples were a duo of pointy pokes and sensually smooth rubs, to top it all off her spasming attempts at squirming made her clench over the intrusive toys. In the hellish overload, Marie now fully understood the frozen expression of the mask, one of tortured laughter. She was barely conscious of the tigress purring out, “Well, looks like everything’s working as it should be.” before she moved her thumb to the next switch.
click.
“GHHHHGHHH!!!” Marie squealed. Those plugs sprang to life, vibrating with a staggered and switching intensity to buzz her. Thin enough to wiggle around, wide enough to be filling and make sure no spot of her could stay hidden in their quivering patrol. She let out a desperate plea for her own body to calm itself, yet even that focus was broken by a spread out gale of laughs. The heat was getting to her and whether the tale was true or not, she could already feel the mechanisms at her tail extracting webbing.
Despite the immobilisation being unwarranted and the tickling torment beyond her capacity, she still felt her body reacting with arousal, which turned to a flood as the toys provoked her into orgasm. With her body yielding her mind did too, stopping in its struggles and letting out desperate muffled laughter and begs for more attention.
“Oh don’t whine, your poor dragoness friend has been desperate for this.” The tigress said loudly but with a taunting glee in her tone as she heard the first climax, clicking all the toys off now they were tested, all except the web extractor. “We’ll let you experience all the climaxes we kept from her once you’re in public. I can’t wait to see people gossiping about the moaning sculpture. Then when you catch up, we’ll move you back so you can stay with her. That’s what you were here to steal right?”