{"sf1_id":11649,"sf2_id":"dmW3VEwm","title":"White Surprise","author":"Fluxxx","words":2036,"posted_at":"2006-07-02T19:56:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Bunny","Domination/Submission","M/Herm","Oral","Other/Herm","Pseudo-Rape/NC","Weasel"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/11649-white-surprise","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmW3VEwm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/cc/f0/ccf0d5e3-1932-4975-a9dd-bc490e9aae13","description":"","content":" Fluxxx waited impatiently, he knew she'd be here soon, Mistress  \nWhite. He'd found her on a forum, one for those interested in bondage,  \nmost of whom would never take it beyond the screen. Ah, but he did, he'd  \nworked in a few clubs, dabbled here and there, was planning on taking it  \nfurther.  \n  \nThe ding-dong of the doorbell got the fisher's head popping up. The  \nbrown furred weasel hurried to the door, clad in t-shirt and slacks, his  \nusual bright coloured shirt left off when he's home. Taking a deep  \nbreath, he opens the door finally, just as the doorbell sounds again,  \nrevealing a scowling bunny covered in fur of an amazingly bright white  \nflanked by a fair sized wheeled case.  \n  \nBefore he can greet her, she scowls, \"Took you long enough boy, you  \nsounded better trained than this on the forum,\" pushing her way past  \nhim.  \n  \nHe holds the door open, tail and ears drooping, \"I'm sorry,\" slips  \nfrom his lips as she enters.  \n  \nSpinning on a foot, she places both hands on her hips, case resting  \nbeside her, \"Oh it just gets better, perhaps you'd like to try that  \nagain?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Looking at her for a moment, her mentally slaps himself. Closing  \nthe door, he drops to his knees, looking up at her, \"I\"m sorry ma'am.\"  \n  \n\"That's better, but who said you could look at me? Perhaps I should  \ndo something about this,\" unzipping the case and pulling out a  \nblindfold, quickly tying it around his face, taking his sight.  \n  \nNervously he kneels there, looking at the floor, tail swishing  \nslowly as he hears her circle him, hoping she approves of him, a fairly  \ntypically scrawny chocolate brown weasel.  \n  \nWhite nods to herself, \"Well, I suppose you'll do now that I've  \ncome all the way out here. Of course you're over dressed, and I expect  \nthat corrected immediately, or I'll deal with it my way.\"  \n  \nBlind though he is, he scrambles to pull his shirt off, careful not  \ndisturb the blindfold, his pants following quickly. Kneeling there, his  \nslender but average length cock dangling between his legs, the thing not  \nyet having gotten brave enough to stiffen. At least not until her foot  \nslips between his legs, a toe nudging that member, its rapid response  \ngetting a chuckle from her.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"My, aren't we a slut,\" watching his ears redden at that. Her hand  \nslide down, taking hold of that long fuzzy tail, lifting it, giving his  \ntailhole a good look. Nodding to herself, she moves her case to the  \ncouch, laying it down and opening it, revealing nearly every item a dom  \nmight need short of an actual dungeon. An interesting wide spaced mesh  \nending in a chrome ring comes out, followed by a collar and a karabiner.  \nThe mesh slides over his tail, not as long as it, but with a tug, it  \ntightens, anchoring itself, topping his tail with a chrome ring. The  \ncollar follows, a tall leather affair, a discipline collar for most, but  \non his long neck, it simply looks like a regular collar. Tugging on  \nthat ring, she pulls his tail up behind his back, the karabiner easily  \njoining the tip to a ring on the collar.  \n  \nThrough all this, Fluxxx does his best not to move, feeling quite  \nlike a side of beef. Feeling her binding his tail, he can't help but  \nwriggle, not used to having his tail bound like this.  \n  \nA dark chuckle slips from the bunny's lips, \"Thinking you can get  \nout of this? Maybe I should do something about that,\" returning to her  \ncase, collecting a leather mono glove, sliding it over his arms. A pair  \nof straps criss-cross his chest, buckled tight, pulling the glove up,  \nhis fingers touching the base of it. A series of straps draw his arms  \ntogether, causing his cock to stiffen as she does the one thing he'd  \nalways fantasized about trying, his elbows brought together, touching,  \nthrusting his chest out, drawing a groan from him as his flexible body  \nis forced into this position.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The blindfold comes free of his eyes, revealing a surprise for him,  \na ring gag. It seems odd, why would a woman want to fit him with one of  \nthese, but with a shrug, he opens his mouth, allowing her to fit him  \nwith the device, drool soon dripping from his mouth. Wagging, or rather  \ntrying to wag his tail, he smiles at her, or at least tries. That is  \nuntil he sees one more device come from her case. Each one has a  \ncylindrical cage with a large clip at the end of a rod that runs up  \nthrough the top, topped with a wing nut. Tit pullers, plural, two small  \nfree standing units rather than the typical big apparatus. Shaking his  \nhead, he tries to squirm away as she crouches, massaging his left  \nnipple.  \n  \nWatching him gasp, she smirks, \"Feels good, doesn't it? How does  \nthis feel,\" placing the cage on his chest, reaching in to open the  \nclamp, letting it bite down on his now stiff nipple, drawing a wince  \nfrom him, matched when she fits his right nipple with a similar cage.  \nLeaning down to give his muzzle a lick, she starts to turn the wing  \nnuts, pulling the rods and in turn, the clips upwards, slowly, steadily  \nbeginning to stretch them, the wince turning into an ever louder whine  \nas the devices force his chest into small sharp cones. When she does  \nfinally stop, he pants and gasps, tears in the corners of his eyes,  \nhaving gotten far more than he'd bargained for.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Squirming, he's not paying attention as she reaches behind her,  \nunfastening her skirt, revealing a surprise. The ring gag makes sense  \nwhen he sees the bulge in her panties, making her a hir, a she-male...  \nand one admittedly well endowed. Pulling those panties down, hir cock  \nsprings free, sticking straight out, nine thick inches that shi wastes  \nno time in rubbing over his face, \"You want it, don't you toy.\"  \n  \nSquirming, he looks up, that cock in his eye, turning his head up  \nto glare at hir before shaking his head no. Shi chuckles, reaching down  \nto grab his head, dragging hir precum moistened cock over his face to  \nhis lips, glaring back at him as shi jerks hir hips forward, shoving it  \nthrough the ring in his mouth, pushing it to the back of his throat in  \none step, laughing as he gags. Drawing hir cock back, shi thrusts  \nforward, forcing it down his throat, not stopping until his nose is  \nburied in hir thicker crotch fur. Almost purring, shi begins thrusting  \nin and out, fucking his face, \"Yes, that's very good, you've a nice  \ntight throat.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; If he wasn't gagged, if his mouth wasn't full, he would've been  \ncursing, he'd expected a little bondage, some fun testing how flexible a  \nweasel type is, not being bound and raped. His short dull claws dig into  \nhis palms as he makes fists, breath whistling through his nose as shi  \npounds away at his mouth and throat, bruising it.  \n  \nShi smiled down at him, \"Mmmmm, this is always such a...\" squeaking  \nsharply as shi suddenly pulls free.  \n  \nFluxxx looks at the shiny wet cock that pops free of his bound  \nmouth just in time to see its mouth open, spitting thick ropes of cum  \ninto his face, coating his muzzle, into his eyes, causing him to blink  \nand struggle, trying to move his head away as the thick cum sinks into  \nhis fur. Now able to breathe he gasps and pants, head hanging down down  \nlimply as he kneels, hoping its all over.  \n  \nThe bunny licks hir lips, stroking hir slick cock, \"Mmmmm, such a  \ngreat warm up,\" walking around behind him.  \n  \nBound as he is, he tries to move around to see what shi's up to, a  \nnearly impossible task. An nearly impossible task that becomes  \nunnecessary when he feels something under his tail, something that can  \nonly be hir cock. While he's taken stuff beneath his tail before and  \nenjoyed it, he'd be damned if he willing allowed hir to rape him, and he  \nbegins struggling, trying to crawl away much to her amusement, his  \nescape stopped when shi reaches down, grabbing the ring at the end of  \nthe armbinder.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Oh no, no running away, but now you've earned a punishment,\"  \nthrusting forward, hir cock now several inches from his hole, allowing  \nit to plunge in with a good deal of force, stretching his pucker open  \nabruptly.  \n  \nA squeal escapes the ring gag as he feels that cock enter him,  \nshaking his head this way and that, spraying cum and drool everywhere as  \nhe feels hir draw back, then thrust in deeper.  \n  \nThe bunny smiles, panting and gasping, enjoying a tight tailhole,  \nhir pink cock sliding deeper and deeper into him, hir white fur a  \ncontrast to his chocolate brown fur. With each thrust, shi pants, gasps  \nand moans, pre flowing copiously from hir cock, hir ears falling over  \nhir face as shi bends down, wrapping hir arms around him. Nibbling on  \nhir ear, shi smiles, \"Oh yes, I was so right about you when... urrgh...  \nI found you online, I should take you home with me, but I forgot my  \nbig... moooan... bag.\"  \n  \nThose words would scare any fur, and they do it to him, but he  \ndoesn't whimper, his mind is taken by his taking, that nibbling on his  \near making him melt for hir. His slender weasel cock is harder than  \never, pinned to his belly, pre dripping more and more rapidly, driven as  \nmuch by his humiliation at being raped as to the pleasure that shoots  \nthrough his body with every thrust. He's not surprised at hir moans and  \ngasps, nor at hir suddenly intake of breath as shi lets go of him,  \nsitting up suddenly, driving his cock in as deep as shi can before  \nblasting cum into him.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Shi squeals loudly, pumping cum up into him, feeling as if hir  \nballs are going to crawl right through hir cock into him as shi pours  \neverything shi has into him. Falling onto him, shi pants, gasps and  \nsmiles, resting atop his back, \"Good boy, good toy.\"  \n  \nFluxxx's ears droop, humiliated at being addressed like that, being  \nused by that, the pressure in his guts growing uncomfortable as he's  \nfilled with thick hot cum. His belly distends, not much, just enough for  \nyou to notice, his belly firm to the touch should you feel it. His cum  \nsplatters his stomach and chest, dripping to the floor, his release  \ntriggered by the flood of cum that fills him. Falling to the floor, he  \npulls hir down with him, falling into that puddle of cum, laying there  \ntiredly. He barely notices as shi loosens his arm bindings. Not freeing  \nhis arms, but loosening it.  \n  \nShi smiles, unfastening the straps around his arms, but nothing  \nelse. Leaving him still clad in that gear, shi pulls hirself free from  \nhis tailhole with a wet slurping noise. Smiling, shi pulls hir panties  \nand skirt on, closing up hir case. Patting him on the head pedantically,  \nshi pulls hir case along, opening the door, locking the knob, closing it  \nbehind hir.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The fisher lays there for quite a while, at first recovering from  \nbeing used so completely, then freeing himself. Working arms free takes  \nso long, he almost gives up, but being a bachelor, he has no choice to  \nkeep work.ing. Finally he gets his hands free, twisting and stretching,  \nunfastening the binder, tossing it aside. The rest of the going is easy,  \nnothing is locked on, and bit by bit he frees himself. He's almost  \nembarrassed to admit it, but that was quite fun, and he hurries to his  \ncomputer, beating out an email to Mistress White.  \n  \nTo his disappointment, the message is quickly bounced back, there's  \nno such email address. Visiting the forum he met hir, he finds that all  \nhir posts, hir ID, everything is gone, no sign shi was ever there.  \nSighing deeply, he wonders if he'll ever find hir again, if shi'll let  \nhim have another date, perhaps even live up to hir threat.  \n  \n\n"}