{"sf1_id":120,"sf2_id":"3eg0O53m","title":"Random","author":"Eisfuchs","words":8869,"posted_at":"2002-10-22T00:32:00.000Z","tags":["Bondage","F/F","Raccoon","Vixen"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/120-random","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/3eg0O53m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ae/c3/aec3bd50-0652-4dfb-9c59-3d19e4038711","description":"#1 of Just Good Friends","content":" Random  \n  \na furry erotic story (C)Oct 28, 2001 by Eisfuchs ([[email\u0026nbsp;protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection))  \n(vixen, raccoon, bondage)  \n  \n  \nAuthor's note:  \n  \nThis story is a work of fiction. All characters are (C) by Eisfuchs. This text  \nis for mature readers only, so if you are not of legal age in your country,  \nplease stop reading. I give the permission to repost or upload this story  \nfreely as long as the text and this copyright message are left untouched.  \n  \nIf you are an artists and would like to do a drawing of the scene, feel free to  \ndo so, as long as you reference this story in your artwork or the description.  \n  \nIf you have comments or requests for other stories just drop me a note. I can't  \npromise that I actually find the time to write it down but, you never know,  \nright? Now, enjoy the story and tell me what you think.  \n  \n  \nPart I: The Victim  \n  \nRey hacked the last three lines of code into the simulator, saved her project  \nand hit the \"Compile\" button. She sat back in her chair and folded the arms  \nbefore her chest while she watched the compiler putting her program together.  \nThis project was in finishing state now and she made good progress. When the  \nsimulator was through it started her program. Rey looked at the screen for a  \nmoment and decided to get a cup of coffee while she was waiting for the  \nalgorithm to complete. She had always been called the \"tech head\" amongst her  \nfriends, but this was what she was doing best. She wasn't a typical computer  \ngeek, though. She enjoyed going out with her friends at night and she wasn't  \nlimited to one topic when it came to discussions. Now she was twenty-four years  \nold and quite happy with the life she was living.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; With the cup full of hot, steaming liquid in her paw the vixen returned to her  \ndesk and looked at the result her code had produced. Perfect!  \n  \n\"Yes!\" she exclaimed and sat into her chair, packaging the new binary and  \nsending it out to the testing people. She looked at the clock and smiled. 6:15  \nPM, just in time. She quit her simulator, shut down the system and got ready  \nfor closing time.  \n  \nThe evening traffic wasn't too bad so she only needed about fifteen minutes to  \nreach the squash center in the middle of her district. Donya's car was already  \nstanding there and she hurried to the trunk, got out her gear and went inside  \nto get dressed for the match. In the locker room she put on her blue tank top,  \nmatching shorts and white tennis shoes. Then she tied her voluptuous mane  \nbehind her head to a tidy braid and grabbed her racket. When she reached their  \ncourt Donya was already warming up, beating the ball repeatedly against the  \nopposite wall. The raccoon was two years younger than her, a little heavier  \nbuilt but without looking plump.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; When the ball slipped past Donya's racket Rey scratched at the glass door of  \nthe court with her claws and the raccoon turned towards her. With a smile she  \nscooped up the ball from the floor and caught it in her paw before she went out  \nto her vixen friend. \"Hi Rey! You finally made it?\"  \n  \n\"Yes, work was tough today. The damn thing just would not compute the correct  \nnumbers. But I got it sorted out eventually. So, shall we start?\"  \n  \nDonya tossed her the ball. \"Sure. Just do a warm up, I'll have a sip first.\"  \n  \nRey smiled and caught the warm ball in her paw before she entered the court  \nherself. Some minutes later the two girls were chasing each other through the  \nsmall room, shouting loudly and enjoying the great work-out.  \n  \nAfter some great matches and two short breaks they decided to call it an  \nevening and went to the showers. The hot water caressed their heated bodies and  \nboth of them let out loud moans of relief. They cleaned their fur, relaxed  \ntheir worn out muscles and toweled themselves down.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Donya, I'd like to ask you a - rather unusual question,\" Rey started when they  \nwere back in the locker room and packing their stuff together.  \n  \n\"Fire away,\" Donya said in a muffled voice, struggling with the laces of her  \nshoes while she held her money bag in her teeth. It was a typical behavior for  \nher, always a little unorganized and trying to do all things at once.  \n  \nRey thought about it for a moment before she started to speak again. \"I plan to  \ndo something - special tonight and I want to play it safe. So I'd like to give  \nyou the spare key to my apartment, in case I wouldn't be - umm - able to leave  \nbed tomorrow morning.\"  \n  \nDonya stopped in what she was doing, balancing on one leg and looking at her  \nfriend in amusement. She put her shoe down and took the bag out of her mouth.  \n\"Oh, I see,\" she smiled. \"You're going to get a little tied up in your  \nfantasies tonight?\" Donya giggled.  \n  \n\"Uh - yeah, you could say that.\" Rey could feel her ears turning red under her  \nfur and she avoided the looks of the raccoon. \"So are you okay with it? I mean,  \nI planned it all out and there shouldn't be anything going wrong.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Donya bent over and busily tied her shoelaces. \"You know I'll help you wherever  \nI can.\"  \n  \n\"Thank you. I'll call you tomorrow morning at seven and tell you that  \neverything is all right. If I don't you call me and make sure that I just  \nforgot to tell you, okay?\"  \n  \n\"Okay. I'm curious about what you've planned for yourself, though.\" The raccoon  \ngrinned and took the key Rey was offering her.  \n  \n\"Maybe I'll show it to you some day,\" the vixen said, a little embarrassed but  \nglad that her friend had agreed to assist her. \"If something goes wrong and you  \ncan't reach me, please come over to my flat and - help me out.\"  \n  \n\"Sure thing,\" Donya said and put the key in her money bag.  \n  \nThey got the rest of their things out of the lockers and went to the parking  \nlot. Donya wished her friend a good and playful night and got into her car,  \nleaving the vixen behind. Rey was still a little nervous that she had told her  \nfriend about her fantasies but she didn't want to face the consequences in case  \nsomething went wrong.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Rey started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot towards her domicile.  \nThe streets were much less occupied now that it was past ten o'clock and she  \nwas home quickly. She entered her flat and unpacked her things. She  \ndeliberately took her time, trying to delay her little game as much as  \npossible. After an extensive evening meal she threw her sports dress into the  \nlaundry and selected a nice looking garment for the next day. All this took  \nquite some time but by midnight she couldn't delay it any longer. She /had/ to  \ntry out her new invention and now she didn't want to wait one more minute.  \n  \nA few moments later she walked into her bedroom. Since she only had two rooms  \nin her flat this also served as her home office and working place. She went  \nover to her desk and turned on her PC. After a short time the machine was up  \nand running and she started a play list of calm mp3 files that easily lasted  \nfor more than ten hours. Then she switched off the display and picked up a  \nsmall, fancy looking circuit board from the desk. It was heavily decorated with  \nwires and had many small lights and buttons on it. All in all it looked like  \nsome prototype hardware for testing purposes.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Rey took it to her bedside table and plugged in the power supply. When she  \nswitched the device on some of the small LEDs started flashing in a chaotic  \npattern and finally stopped, only one of them still blinking once in a second.  \nThe vixen was contented with that and smiled to herself. After switching on the  \nsmall lamp on the table she turned around to her full length mirror and started  \nto take off her clothes, one piece at a time. At the thought of her new little  \ngame she was going to play she got more and more excited and deliberately  \nslowed down her motions to keep herself from ripping the fabric off of her  \nbody. When she was naked she went back to the bedside table again and put on  \nsome of her most favorite perfume.  \n  \nKneeling in front of the small cabinet she opened a door and took out a bag  \nfull of various toys she was using, when she played at night. Sitting down on  \nthe bed she started sorting out the things she would need this time. She  \nselected three padlocks, two bigger ones that could be opened with the same key  \nand another relatively small brass lock with a tiny key to it, and snapped them  \nopen. With a grin she sorted out the keys and put them onto the bedside table.  \nTwo padded leather restraints were next from the bag. They had been custom made  \nfor her wrists by one of her friends. She had told him that she needed them for  \ntraining at home; she wasn't very open about her hobbies at that time. The same  \nfriend also made her two steel clamps that fit to the bars of her bed and had  \nD-rings on them, so she could fasten the wrist cuffs there. When she bought  \nherself a bed she had chosen this type because it had many steel bars at both  \nends that made it easy to attach any kind of restraining devices to it. It  \nlooked like it was cut out from jail bars and certainly this added to the  \neffect she wanted to produce.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She rummaged through her toys and finally found three neoprene padded velcro  \ncuffs, a set of strange looking leather straps and a vibrator, that she had  \nmodified herself. She had drilled a hole into the bottom of the plug and  \nmounted a jack with a locking mechanism into it. This was to replace the  \nbatteries with an external power source and the wire was secured against being  \npulled out by accident.  \n  \nRey stroked her paw over the assortment of toys and felt the anticipation  \nrushing through her. She picked up the leather cuffs, slipped one of them over  \nher left wrist and locked it there with one of the bigger padlocks. Of course  \nthis didn't affect her movements at all, but it felt nice and snug around her  \nwrist and gave her a taste of what was about to come. She did the same with the  \nsecond cuff, enjoying the slight pressure it was producing.  \n  \nAfter she had stuffed the rest of her toys back into the bedside table she  \nreturned to her bed, took one of the steel clamps in each paw and lay herself  \nspread-eagled in the middle of the big mattress. She lay the clamps down where  \nher paws had been and started to mount them at the appropriate bars of her bed.  \nAnother small device from her table was next in line, a small electromagnet  \nthat she mounted to the upper bars of the bed, about two feet above the left  \nclamp. The connecting wire of the magnet was plugged to the circuit board.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Another two long wires were lying on the table. Rey took one of them, that had  \na big button soldered at one end, and ran it to the right clamp, where she  \nmounted the button next to it to the bars. The last wire had a small electronic  \nplug at the end. She ran it from the circuit board around her bed and through  \nthe bars at the footboard until it lay openly in the middle of the mattress.  \n  \nSeeing all her equipment finally set up made her think about her game again and  \nshe shuddered a little in anticipation. She could feel herself getting a bit  \nwet already and quickly dragged her paw away from where it was stroking her,  \nshe hadn't even noticed that she was touching herself until now. To distract  \nherself from those thoughts she continued the preparations; of course this only  \nserved to make her even more excited but she had to get ready quickly or she  \nwould lose it completely and just sate herself right now.  \n  \nWith shivering paws she fetched a piece of strong thread from her table and  \ntied it to the electromagnet's chassis. She measured the length down to the  \nmattress and cut it off there a little shorter. Impatiently she took one of the  \nkeys for her wrist locks and tied it to the free end of the string. While she  \nheld the key to the bottom of the magnet she pushed one of the small buttons on  \nthe circuit board. The key got attracted to the magnet with a soft metallic  \n/click/ and stayed in place. Rey swallowed hard and started to breathe more  \ndeeply.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Next she took the three velcro restraints and tied them to the foot of her bed.  \nTwo of them went to the place where her ankles had been when she had measured  \nthe places for the metal clamps, and the third was in the middle of them,  \nperpendicular to the footboard. Finally, about one hour after she had started,  \nher preparations were through. But before she wanted to go any further she  \ndecided to visit the bathroom. The vixen didn't want to take any risk with  \nthat. After all it was meant to be pleasure, and she surely was heavily into  \nbondage but not torture.  \n  \nWhen she came back, holding a small towel in her paw, she stopped at the  \ncabinet and unlocked her wrist cuffs, leaving the padlocks dangling from the  \nleather restraints. She made sure that all the keys were lying on the cabinet,  \nnext to her circuit board, and picked up the rest of her toys. With the flick  \nof her paw she switched off the light. Rey spread the towel in the middle of  \nthe bed, sat down on it, and put the items next to her. If there was something  \nlike the /right time/, now it had come.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Rey spread her legs in the same manner as before and reached forward to wrap  \nthe soft neoprene cuffs around her ankles. The velcro straps went over the  \noutside of the restraints, and she shut them tightly. She loved these wicked  \nlittle things. They were sufficiently secure to prevent you from breaking free  \nbut yet soft enough to leave the fur and skin unharmed. And when you couldn't  \nreach them with your paws, you would never be able to rip the straps open. The  \nthird cuff went to the tip of her voluptuous tail, keeping it strapped down.  \nExperimentally she slid a little backwards to test the limits of her  \nrestraints. After little minor corrections she was satisfied and giggled to  \nherself. She felt already so turned on that she almost couldn't stand the  \nthought of what was going to happen.  \n  \nThe vixen picked up the vibrator and pushed it slowly against her slick vagina,  \nmoaning deeply when the plug was sliding into her. Panting heavily she took the  \nleather straps and wrapped two ends of them from the back around her hips. She  \nleft them there and closed the straps around her tail base. The third end went  \nthrough the crack of her cheeks, covering her private area and the vibrator,  \nand ending where the other two ends met on her belly. Finally she took the  \nsmall brass padlock, made sure that the key was lying on her table and threaded  \nthe lock through the holes in the straps, exhaling to make the belt fit. It  \nshut with a soft click. Rey writhed a little in anticipation, feeling the  \nvibrator stuck deeply in her. Whatever she would do the toy couldn't slip out  \nof her now, even if she wanted it to. There was only one small hole in the  \nstraps and it was exactly over the place where she had added the jack to the  \nvibrator. She picked up the connector at the end of the wire and plugged it in.  \nThe cable snapped in audibly.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; With shaking paws she lay back and stretched her arms out to the steel clamps.  \nShe knew that she would never be able to reach the keys on the table, if she  \nlocked her cuffs to the D-rings now. Of course, this was exactly what she  \nwanted to achieve and she fought the urge to rip off her restraints and touch  \nherself. If she wasn't getting this over with quickly she would end up  \nmasturbating a few minutes from now. All this reminded her of the pressure in  \nher vagina and she tried to force her thoughts away from the intruder sitting  \nthere. 'It's now or never, girl,' she thought and moved her left paw to the  \nclamp with the button. She slipped the padlock through the ring with her free  \npaw and clicked the lock shut.  \n  \nNow she was already stuck, unable to free herself, but she wanted to be held  \nmore securely. She moved her right wrist to the other clamp and fiddled around  \na bit with the lock. Finally the clip hooked over the D-ring and she grabbed  \nthe lock in her paw, holding it at an awkward angle. Straining her paw she  \npushed the lock against the steel bar and suddenly it clicked shut. Her heart  \nstarted to beat stronger. She was trapped.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; With her mind starting to drift away she lifted her left paw and pushed the  \nbutton. Instantly some more lights on the circuit board started to flicker but  \nnothing else happened. Rey grinned to herself and started to feel the first  \neffect of the cruel design of her program: uncertainty. The microcontroller was  \ngoing to switch the vibrator on at random intervals for random durations of  \ntime. There was no telling when it would start and when it would stop. Another  \npart applied to the magnet. It would hold the key for again a random time  \nbefore the controller would interrupt its power supply. The key would fall down  \nfor the length of the thread and then keep dangling just in reach of her right  \npaw. The vixen did only know that the time was within the range from thirty  \nminutes to six hours or more. She struggled a little to make herself aware  \nagain of how trapped she was and silently hoped for a quick release. Although  \nshe had invented the program and counted on her reaction she never would have  \nthought how strong the feelings would become. When she had played before she  \nalways had a way out of her bondage, but this time she was completely at the  \nmercy of her little electronic device, with no way to free herself. And even no  \npleading, threatening or swearing would lead her to freedom again. The only  \nperson who could help her out before the time was up was Donya, and she  \nwouldn't be here before morning.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Rey tugged at her bonds playfully, enjoying the feeling of utter helplessness  \nand bathing in the rising arousal that was heating her up. With her arms, legs  \nand tail spread out so completely, she had almost no slack to move around.  \nThere was nothing for her to do but wait for the vibrator to kick in and to  \nfeel trapped.  \n  \nNever would she have thought how cruel her program really was. The vixen  \nsquirmed and struggled against her restraints for quite a time but the  \ncontroller did nothing. She was lying there for about twenty minutes, already  \ngetting exhausted from her fight, but still without any sign from her device.  \nRey turned her head to the right and watched the lights on the board flicker.  \nIt was obviously still working. But of course she didn't have built in any way  \nto find out how long it would be until something was going to happen. She  \nstarted to growl a bit and let herself fall back in her bonds. Frustration took  \nover and she cursed herself for her own inventions. Of course she had to go not  \nonly for the random key drop time, but for the vibrator, too! Now there she  \nwas, lying helplessly in self-imposed bondage, unable to break free or give  \nherself sexual release.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She tried to shift her body to make the vibrator at least move around a bit  \ninside of her. But again, her own inventions turned against her. The straps  \nwere deliberately designed to be a perfect fit to her body and they pushed the  \nplug into her with a constant pressure, regardless of how she squirmed or  \nstruggled. \"You dirty witch!\" she cursed herself. Her fantasies never included  \nphysical torture, but this kind of denial she was exposed to at the moment was  \nworse than any punishment she could imagine.  \n  \nWhat if her program just failed? An undiscovered bug, coming to haunt her at  \nthe least suitable moment? She would be forced to lie here, tied spread-eagled  \nto her own bed, until her friend finally would come to free her. At this  \nthought and the inevitable humiliation she would face, she moaned in a mixture  \nof despair and lust. With newfound energy she tugged fiercely at her bonds, but  \nshe still was chained down securely. Not even her tail was moving very much.  \n  \nSuddenly, the vibrator kicked into full gear. Rey jumped in surprise, yelping  \nloud as the stimulation began to rush through her. Only her restraints kept her  \nfrom doubling over and pulling her legs together. The locks at her cuffs  \nclanked against the steel rings that held her immobile and she sucked in her  \nbreath greedily. The surprise and the increased sensitivity of her private  \nparts - from lying there so long without being able to touch herself - caused  \nher mind to blur and she lost track of her thoughts for a few moments.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; When the first shock had left she moaned deeply while the vibrator was buzzing  \naway in her vagina. The vixen started to move her hips as good as possible to  \nintensify the feelings she was experiencing. The straps around her lower body  \ndid a good job and she lost herself in her emotions, panting heavily and  \ngroaning with the newfound pleasure.  \n  \nBut then the vibrator stopped dead again, much too early for her taste. She  \ncried out in frustration and tried to beat her paws on the mattress. Oh, how  \nbadly she wished for that key to fall down into her paw now. Rey licked her  \nlips and tried to regain her breath when the vibrator started to buzz again.  \n\"Yaaigh!\" she exclaimed and started again to writhe in her restraints. If she  \nwould not find release this time she was going crazy for sure!  \n  \nOf course she was being let down again. This went on for a long time,  \nalternating high peaks of lust and sensation mixed with the uncertain waits  \nwhen nothing was happening. And it was never enough to give her what she was  \nlonging for. More than once she was so close, only a few moments more and ...  \nagain the vibrator fell silent. Tears of frustration and lust stained the fur  \non her face when she was rocked by another wave of vibration again.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Time was indifferent for her now, and she didn't know how long she was lying  \nthere when she felt something moving on the bed next to her. She snapped out of  \nher trance. The room was still quite dark and the small lights of the  \ncontroller didn't provide too much light. Who could be in here with her?  \nInstantly she thought of her friend, but it wasn't morning, yet. \"Who's there?\"  \nshe asked in a rough voice. Her previous moans and screams had taken toll of  \nher. \"Donya? Is that you?\" She was glad that the vibrator had chosen to stay  \ncalm at the moment.  \n  \nSuddenly she felt a paw wrapping around her muzzle, effectively shutting her  \nup. She tried to scream in protest and struggled wildly but her bonds wouldn't  \nlet her go. She was trapped and helplessly exposed to whoever the stranger was.  \nHer fear rose when she felt a rope that was being tied around her muzzle. Rey  \ncursed herself for being so foolish to make herself vulnerable to whatever  \ncreep might choose her flat for their next raid. When her uninvited visitor  \ntied a piece of cloth over her eyes she merely sagged back in desperation.  \nInside she braced herself for the worst.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The stranger left her alone for the moment and she could hear that he or she  \nwas rummaging around in her possessions. She hoped that this person would just  \ntake whatever appealed and leave without hurting her. Rey tried to keep as  \nstill as possible but at this moment the controller switched the vibrator on  \nagain. Despite herself the vixen bucked and whimpered against the unwanted  \nsensations that spread through her. With a groan she tried to resist the urge  \nto struggle and fight but couldn't help it. Her paws clenched uncontrollably  \nand the locks at her cuffs made clanking noises against the rings.  \n  \nThe stranger seemed to get attracted by the noise and again she sensed a motion  \non her bed. When she felt padded paws roaming freely over her body, stroking  \nher arms and belly, she instinctively tried to cower and protect herself. Of  \ncourse this only led to herself straining against the bonds that were holding  \nher in her trap.  \n  \nSuddenly she felt a wet tongue lapping over the side of her muzzle and the tip  \nof her nose. Even through the fear she felt her arousal rise again. Why did she  \nfeel turned on by this? Was she, really? As the paws started to caress her  \nbreasts and her body was responding to the touch she thought she /was/ turned  \non, without a doubt. The paws roamed further and the tongue paid close  \nattention to her breasts.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Suddenly she felt the lock at the straps around her hips snap open; and when  \nshe became aware of the vibrator slowly being pulled out of her she tried to  \nscream and struggled wildly, unable to break the hold of her restraints. 'No!  \nDon't do this, please!' she thought and whimpered through her tied muzzle. The  \nvixen tried to protect her suddenly vulnerable private parts with her tail but  \nit was strapped securely to the footboard. Oh yes, if she did something, she  \nalways did it with perfection. Even if that meant to do something foolish.  \n  \nHer eyes widened behind her blindfold when she felt something entering her  \ntailhole. It took her only a second to comprehend that this must be the  \nvibrator and just at this moment it started to buzz again. Rey groaned and  \nwrithed under the assault. But in a way the whole situation was so arousing.  \nShe had tried anal stimulation before, so she knew how it would feel, but being  \ntied up, gagged and blindfolded, helplessly exposed to a stranger in her own  \nbed ... all this added an exquisite quality to the situation. She was scared  \nout of her mind and she loved it. She only hoped she would survive the night.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Her last thought was pushed away when she felt something entering her vagina.  \nOnce again she fought against her bonds, struggled wildly to get away but still  \nshe was securely restrained, her wild motions only resulted in clanking noises  \nand the feeling of helplessness. The stranger started to rock back and forth  \ninside of her, unexpected gentle and careful as if the intruder wanted to make  \nsure not to hurt her.  \n  \nRey sucked in deep breaths of air through her nose while she was slowly giving  \nin to the sensations. The restraints that held her trapped, the rope tying her  \nmuzzle shut, the blindfold, the vibrator in her anus and the strange person  \ndominating her, all this drove her wild. She tried to struggle, to squirm, she  \ntried to cry for help and scratched with her claws against the steel bars of  \nher bed, but still her level of arousal rose more and more. And when the  \ncontroller once again turned on the vibrator she let out a long muffled scream  \nand orgasmed violently. Colorful stars and speckles shot around in her mind and  \nshe felt her body taking control over her muscles. Again and again she felt the  \ndelightful contractions and lost herself in them until she strained a final  \ntime against her bonds and collapsed. A few moments later she felt the body of  \nthe stranger falling down on her,too.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Everything became quiet again and for once, even the vibrator didn't interfere.  \nRey was still breathing deeply, feeling the body of the stranger lying on top  \nof her. 'What now?' she thought. Just at this moment, she heard a soft click,  \nfollowed by a metallic jingling.  \n  \nPart II: The Intruder  \n  \nWith powerful shots the raccoon drove the ball through the court. She had been  \nwaiting for Rey for some time now and decided to start her warming up  \neventually. Probably she had a busy working day and couldn't leave in time.  \nThey had been friends for quite a while now and she knew that Rey was always  \naccurate in what she was doing.  \n  \nWhen Donya missed the next shot and turned to pick up the ball she heard a soft  \nscratching noise from the glass door of the court. Rey was standing on the  \nother side, waving. The raccoon smiled and flicked the ball off the floor with  \nher racket and caught it in her paw. \"Hi Rey! You finally made it?\" she asked  \ncheerfully when she went through the door.  \n  \n\"Yes, work was tough today. The damn thing just would not compute the correct  \nnumbers. But I got it sorted out eventually. So, shall we start?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Donya tossed the ball to her friend and left the court to her for warming up.  \nShe sat down on the bench for a few minutes, drank some of the water she hat  \nbrought and finally joined the vixen in the court. They enjoyed some cheerful  \nmatches and it was not before ten o'clock that they decided to hit the showers  \nand finally go home. Rey seemed a bit eager to leave early today and Donya  \nwondered about the reason for this.  \n  \nAfter the shower they went into the locker room and started to pack their  \nthings. Donya put on her shoes, stuck her money bag between her teeth to get  \nboth paws free, and started to tie her shoelaces.  \n  \n\"Donya, I'd like to ask you a - rather unusual question,\" Rey said. A slight  \nuneasiness in her voice showed that she wasn't quite sure about what to say.  \n  \n\"Fire away,\" Donya replied. She was still struggling with the ties but kept  \nclose attention to what her friend was trying to tell her.  \n  \nRey seemed to arrange the words in her mind for some time before she finally  \nspoke, \"I plan to do something - special tonight and I want to play it safe. So  \nI'd like to give you the spare key to my apartment, in case I wouldn't be - umm  \n- able to leave bed tomorrow morning.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Donya paused and thought about what she just heard. Balancing on one leg she  \nlooked at her friend and smiled as good as she could when she understood what  \nRey was going to do. Now she knew, why she had been so impatient in the court.  \nShe put her foot down and took the bag out of her mouth. \"Oh, I see,\" she said,  \ngiggling. \"You're going to get a little tied up in your fantasies tonight?\"  \n  \n\"Uh - yeah, you could say that.\" Donya could tell how embarrassed Rey must feel  \nat this moment. She never spoke much about her private life and this idea was  \nquite daring even for a generally open-minded person. Her friend obviously  \ntried not to look into her face while she continued, \"So are you okay with it?  \nI mean, I planned it all out and there shouldn't be anything going wrong.\"  \n  \nOf course she had planned all out! She always did. Donya bent over to continue  \nwith her laces. \"You know I'll help you wherever I can.\"  \n  \n\"Thank you. I'll call you tomorrow morning at seven and tell you that  \neverything is all right. If I don't you call me and make sure that I just  \nforgot to tell you, okay?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Donya wasn't into this kind of things herself but she couldn't deny that she  \nhad thought about what it would be like to gain complete control over another  \nperson. With a warm smile she took the key out of Rey's outstretched paw.  \n\"Okay. I'm curious about what you've planned for yourself, though.\"  \n  \n\"Maybe I'll show it to you some day,\" her friend said with her voice shaking  \nslightly. Donya sincerely doubted that. \"If something goes wrong and you can't  \nreach me, please come over to my flat and - help me out.\"  \n  \n\"Sure thing,\" she replied and put the key into her money bag.  \n  \nThey finished packing and went out to the parking lot. The air had become a  \nlittle chilly and Donya shivered slightly under her still damp fur. She hurried  \nto stuff her bag into the trunk and unlocked the driver's door. \"Well, see you  \ntomorrow, either here or ... you know where.\" She giggled. \"Have a good and  \nplayful night.\"  \n  \n\"I love you, too,\" Rey replied, a little annoyed but in good humor.  \n  \nDonya laughed and got into her car. She honked briefly and drove out of the  \nparking lot onto the nearly deserted street. Now that her friend wasn't there  \nanymore she started to laugh. What an interesting night this was. On her way  \nhome she pondered about what Rey might have thought up for herself. Surely it  \nhad to be something that could go wrong and leave her in a desperate situation.  \nAll the better that she decided to tell her about it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; When she got home she was still giggling from time to time. She toyed with the  \nidea to call Rey every once and again to see if she was still able to answer  \nthe phone, but of course she did nothing like that. Instead she went into the  \nkitchen and fixed her evening meal. Laden with a plate full of hot soup, some  \nslices of toast and the newspaper she went back into the living room and sat  \ndown at the table. While she ate she idly solved some squares in the crossword  \npuzzle. When she got bored with that she leaned back on the couch and turned on  \nthe television. But she didn't find any interesting show to watch so she just  \nlet her mind wander and relaxed a bit from the hard day and the work out at the  \nsquash center.  \n  \nDonya woke with a start. The television was still running and showed a bad  \nexcuse for a soap opera. The raccoon groaned and stretched her muscles. Slowly  \nshe rose and went over into the kitchen to get herself something to drink but  \nthere was nothing left in the fridge. \"This keeps getting better,\" Donya  \ngrowled and shook her head to clear the mist before her eyes. With a deep sigh  \nshe decided to go out and buy some bottles of lemonade. She went back into the  \nliving room and took her purse out of her sports bag. When she looked inside  \nsomething fell out and hit the floor with a soft tinkle. It was the key Rey had  \ngiven her.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Instantly a thought came up in her mind. She looked at the wall clock. Two  \nthirty, Rey would be in the middle of her little game by now. But wouldn't this  \nbe a violation of her friend's privacy? Probably, yes. She put the key back  \ninto her purse, made sure that she had enough money and got dressed. A few  \nminutes later she was on her way, driving to the small shop at the other end of  \nthe district.  \n  \nIt didn't take her long to get a few bottles of lemonade and get back to her  \ncar, after she had reached the shop. Still, she didn't feel like going home  \nagain. The thought about her friend and her unknown game didn't leave her; she  \njust /had/ to find out at least something about that. Well, if nothing else she  \ncould drive by Rey's home, just to see if she had already turned off the light.  \nAfter all it was just a few miles from here. A little nervous she started the  \nengine and was on the road again.  \n  \nWhen she reached her destination she stopped and got out of the car. The house  \nwas dark and silent. Donya went around the building to have a look at the  \nbedroom window high above her. Nothing to see, either, so she probably was  \nasleep already or still engaged in her little game. The raccoon turned around  \nand went back to her car, sat on the driver's seat and stuck the key into the  \nignition lock. A second later she pulled it out again, grabbed the key out of  \nher purse and left the car. Damn! Rey would kill her for this, but if she  \ndidn't try to find out what was going on in there Donya would just die a  \nhorrible death of curiosity.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It took her only a minute to reach the third floor and the door to Rey's flat.  \nShe stuck the key into the lock and turned it silently. Fortunately the door  \ndidn't make a noise, but her own heartbeat and her blood pounded and rushed in  \nher ears. Donya sneaked into the hallway and closed the door behind her without  \na sound. Soft music was filling the air, originating from the bedroom door  \nahead. Cautiously she tiptoed to the door and found it ajar. She pushed it open  \na little and tried to peer into the dark room behind it. All she could see were  \nsome tiny lights flickering in one corner of the room.  \n  \nShe bent forward a little, until she could stick her head into the room. Now  \nshe saw the dark figure of her friend lying on the bed. Rey was obviously  \nenjoying herself, moaning deeply and breathing heavily. But Donya was  \nwondering, why she didn't move at all.  \n  \nWhen her eyes had adjusted a little more, she could make out her friend lying  \nin a spread-eagled position on her bed, her front and hind paws tied to the  \nframe of the bed, even her tail was restrained. Donya saw some wires  \noriginating from the device with the lights in the corner running to the bed.  \nShe must have used one of her tech toys, although the raccoon couldn't think  \nabout how it could help her with this.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Donya kept watching her friend for some time. Rey writhed and strained against  \nher bonds and it became pretty obvious that she had chained herself up securely  \nenough that she could not free herself. The raccoon swallowed hard at the  \nthought of being helplessly trapped like this. How was she going to get free  \neventually? How long was she already lying here? Of course, she had given her  \nthe keys to her flat but she said, this was only in case of emergency. Donya  \nkept staring at her friend who was just starting to moan loudly, and there was  \nanother sound in the air; somewhere the faint buzz of a vibrator was audible.  \nIt hadn't been there moments ago. So this little device obviously controlled  \nher pleasures in some kind of pattern. Typically Rey's tech head again. She  \nalways strived for the highest possible impact.  \n  \nDonya retreated from the door and went into the living room, partly to distract  \nherself from the sight in the bedroom, partly to think about, what she should  \ndo next. Now that she knew what Rey was doing, she could as well get back into  \nher car and drive home. Tomorrow she would call her and find out if her little  \nadventure went through or if she needed help. But somehow this whole story  \nexcited her more than she wanted to admit. Her friend was helpless, completely  \nat the mercy of anyone who would come to find her.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The raccoon sat down on the armrest of the couch and tried to make head or tail  \nof her thoughts. While she pondered she heard Rey moaning loudly from the  \nbedroom. Her blood rushed up and she felt the desire to join her friend nearly  \noverwhelming her. She looked around the room and saw a short rope lying on the  \ntable in front of the television. As if she was in trance she stood up, went  \nover to the table and picked it up. It was smooth but strong, and she could see  \nthat it had been tied to knots more than once. She experimentally wrapped it  \naround her wrist and tugged a few times. It felt good. 'Rey, you really should  \npack away your toys after you played with them,' she thought with a wide grin.  \nHer decision was set.  \n  \nWith quick steps Donya left the living room and stood in the hallway. She took  \na scarf from the coatrack and went to the bedroom door again. Rey's struggles  \nseemed to have stopped a little. She was just breathing heavily, moaning softly  \nunder her breath. The sound of the vibrator was gone, too, so it really /was/  \ncontrolled automatically in some way. The raccoon felt herself getting aroused  \nagain by the sight of her trapped friend lying before her. Silently, Donya  \nentered the room and crouched down, but Rey wouldn't be able to see her anyway,  \neven if she opened her eyes; she seemed too lost in herself. At this moment the  \nvibrator started to come to life again and Rey let out a long, husky moan of  \npleasure. Donya suppressed her own moans of anticipation, this was just so  \nsexy.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; While she watched the vixen she tried to make out how this thing was working.  \nShe already had found out that the little circuit board on the bedside table  \nwas controlling the whole show. The wire between Rey's legs obviously supplied  \nthe power for the vibrator, switching it on and off at whatever time intervals  \nshe had chosen. Another two wires went to the headboard. One of them was  \nconnected to a little metal thing, mounted high above the left wrist cuff. A  \npiece of string was tied there and - a key stuck to the underside of the  \ndevice. So this must be her release plan. The key would fall down when the  \nmagnet was switched off. But did she know when this would happen? Donya was  \npretty sure she didn't. The third wire went over to the other side of the bed  \nand the raccoon could not make out what it was for.  \n  \nSuddenly the vibrator stopped and Rey struggled madly in her bonds. Obviously  \nit hadn't been enough to give her satisfaction. But at the same time she seemed  \nnot to be able to give herself release. Donya was determined to find out how  \nshe had set this whole thing up.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Cautiously she slipped onto the bed, keeping out of the field of vision. Rey  \nobviously had put on some perfume and it's fragrance heightened her own  \narousal. The vixen seemed to notice that something was going on and Donya  \nquickly ducked.  \n  \n\"Who's there?\" Rey asked. Her voice sounded rough, strained by constant moaning  \n\"Donya? Is that you?\"  \n  \nThe raccoon didn't answer. Now the time had come to live /her/ fantasy. She  \nreached out and wrapped her left paw around her friend's muzzle. Foxes were so  \neasy to shut up. Rey started to growl and scream in protest, she struggled in  \nher restraints but she was securely held down. Donya took the rope and wrapped  \nit a few times around the vixen's muzzle and tied it shut. Then she grabbed the  \nscarf, folded it up lengthwise once and quickly covered Rey's eyes, so she  \ncouldn't see, who was there with her.  \n  \nRey struggled and tried to scream, all in vain. She had built the perfect trap  \nfor herself and Donya was going to savor her domination for some time. The  \nraccoon left the bed and started to make loud rummaging noises, as if someone  \nwas searching the house. Actually she was, but her search was limited to the  \nbedside table where she presumed she would find some more toys to play with.  \nHer search was rewarded. Inside she found a bag full of various sex tools and  \nshe had to suppress a giggle. She never would have guessed!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She sorted through the stuff and found a nice looking strap-on dildo that had a  \nnormal shaped phallus in the font and a plug of the same size on the inside of  \nthe harness. Donya smiled and ran her paws over the smooth latex toy. Quickly  \nshe rose and began to strip. Her own arousal had reached a level that didn't  \nallow rational thinking now. All she wanted was to pleasure her friend, while  \nshe was enjoying her domination.  \n  \nWhen she was naked she took out the bottle with lubricant and applied some of  \nit to the inner plug. Then she sat down on the floor, spread her legs and let  \nthe plug slide into her, biting her lower lip to stifle her moans of pleasure.  \nHer paws were shaking a little, when she closed the straps around her hips and  \nover her tailbase. This thing felt really good. Slowly she came to her feet and  \nlooked down for a moment at her suddenly changed body. She wrapped her paw  \naround the outer shaft and stroked it slowly, just like a man would do. It felt  \nnice, both to the touch of her paw and the motion the plug made inside her  \nwhile she moved it. She wondered, who her friend was playing with, that she had  \nsuch nice toys in her closet. Donya started to breathe more deeply and she  \napplied some of the lubricant to the outer shaft now, too.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Once again, the buzzing started and Rey groaned deeply. The raccoon climbed  \nback onto the bed again a few moments later, enjoying the feeling of the dildo  \ninside of her. The vixen was obviously trying to keep still but her paws  \nrepeatedly clenched and opened, her arms strained against her cuffs, making  \nclanking noises while she fought. Donya tried to imagine how she must be  \nfeeling at the moment; she was tied up helplessly, gagged and blindfolded, and  \nshe knew there was somebody there with her. Softly she started to stroke the  \nfur on Rey's arms and belly. This caused the vixen to strain against her bonds  \nagain, still to no avail.  \n  \nDonya enjoyed the sight of her helpless friend and bent over to lick her muzzle  \nand nose quickly. The vixen breathed heavily and obviously tried to avoid the  \ncontact. But there was nothing she could do. Donya was in control. The raccoon  \nlet her paws slide over Rey's breasts and she felt the hard nipples under the  \nfur. So she still was enjoying her entrapment. Donya grinned and bent over to  \nmove her tongue over the same spot. At the same time her paw wandered down to  \nthe straps that covered her private parts. A small lock prevented access so she  \njust stroked over the belts, plucked at them a little and teased the bottom of  \nthe vibrator.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She looked around and saw the keys lying on the bedside table. Donya took the  \nsmallest of them and tried to unlock the straps. It opened without a problem  \nand the raccoon removed the power cord and folded the belts aside. Rey started  \nto struggle and screamed through her closed muzzle and her tail twitched  \nuselessly when the raccoon started to pull the vibrator out of her vagina. When  \nit finally was out she grinned widely and pushed it slowly up her friend's  \ntailhole. Rey whimpered in protest but she could do nothing to stop it. When  \nthe vibrator was completely inside, Donya reconnected the wire and instantly  \nthe buzzing resumed. The vixen groaned and writhed, and now it wasn't clear if  \nit was with pleasure or fear.  \n  \nMoaning to herself Donya kneeled between Rey's legs, to both sides of her  \noutstretched tail. The emotions were taking over her mind and she started to  \npant a little. With quick movements she lowered her strap-on to the vixen's  \nvagina and slowly started to push it in. The lubricant and the slick natural  \njuices made her penetration easy and smooth. Rey tugged against her bonds like  \nmad, making clanking noises against the clamps that held her wrists; there was  \nno escape. Donya knew that at this time her friend must be scared out of her  \nmind but she also knew that she was enjoying her predicament immensely.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Slowly she started to rock back and forth. The plug in her own vagina was  \nmoving in the same rhythm as she was moving inside of Rey. The feelings were  \nincredible, the mixture of dominating and pure sexual excitement made her body  \nheat up more and more. She soon started to moan uncontrollably, moving to and  \nfro against the plug inside of her, and she knew that every stroke she felt was  \nalso given to Rey. The vixen was obviously getting excited, too. Her breathing  \nstarted to match the thrusts and her moans became deeper and less frightened.  \nAgain and again Donya slipped into her friend's body and soon she was moving so  \nfast as if she was making love to one of the males she had shared her bed with  \nbefore.  \n  \nHer climax hit her nearly at the same time as Rey let out a long moan. Her arms  \nstarted to get weak from supporting her weight for so long and she let herself  \nfall down on her friend's body, still writhing and moaning in sexual delight,  \nfeeling the struggles and straining of the vixen under her. She finally became  \nstill, enjoying the sensations of Rey's hot fur under her and the weak  \nmovements that she made. Donya just lay there motionlessly for a few minutes  \nwhen she heard a soft tinkle. The magnet had finally released the key, and it  \nwas now dangling just above Rey's paw.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Part III: Afterglow  \n  \nRey needed a moment to realize what the noise had been. She tried to reach out  \nand grip the key with her right paw but the stranger was faster. She moaned in  \nfrustration and tried to beat her paws against the mattress. Suddenly the  \ntongue was back at her muzzle again, softly licking her flews. Then she felt  \nthe ropes being untied and before she could even say a single word the stranger  \nstarted to kiss her passionately. With all her emotions still in full steam she  \nreturned the kiss. Somehow she was certain now, that this was Donya. The wicked  \nlittle girl had sneaked into her flat to take advantage of her entrapment. Oh,  \nhow she hated her for that. And at the same time she felt a burning desire to  \nbe humiliated again.  \n  \nFinally the kiss ended and Donya removed the blindfold. Rey blinked a few times  \nand recognized the face of her friend looking down at her, as she started to  \nspeak, \"So, this is your special?\"  \n  \n\"Yes,\" Rey answered. \"Obviously it was a little special to you, too.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Definitely.\" Donya stroked her face with her paw. \"You know ... I could get  \nused to this kind of game.\"  \n  \n\"You mean, you want to do this again?\"  \n  \n\"Yes, if you'd like to.\"  \n  \nRey smiled happily. \"Of course I do.\" They kissed again for some time, their  \ntongues dancing about each other while they let the heat of the afterglow  \nslowly fade away. When they broke the kiss, Rey looked at the bedside table and  \ntried to decipher the LCD of her watch. \"Four o'clock?\" she exclaimed in horror  \nand started to writhe in her restraints again. She had nearly forgotten that  \nshe was still chained securely to her bed. \"I have to get up in two hours! How  \nshould I get enough sleep now? Please, give me the key.\"  \n  \n\"No, I don't think I'm going to do that.\"  \n  \n\"Donya, you can't do this to me! Let me out!\"  \n  \nDonya smiled devilishly. \"But I like it much more when you're all tied up and  \nhelpless!\" The raccoon looked into her eyes with a thoughtful expression. \"You  \nknow, I think you should call in sick today,\" she went on. \"You could just tell  \nthem, that you're not able to leave bed.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The End  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Just Good Friends","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/126-toys.json"}}