Suspension, Part 1
The basement was dimly lit. All of the light sources available had been directed toward the middle of the room, illuminating a solitary figure suspended by a network of thick ropes. The ropes led up to the ceiling, where they intertwined with a series of pulleys and winches, allowing the creature to be raised and lowered at will. Someone else's will, of course.
The figure was supported by ropes all along its body, so as not to cause muscle strain. A blindfold was wrapped around the eyes, and the arms were tied together behind the back, preventing any possible resistance. A ball gag had been inserted into the mouth, keeping the jaws open, but allowing no words out.
She was clearly female, her ample breasts hanging below her prone figure, nipples erect at the touch of the cold air. Her legs were held apart by the ropes, spread almost to the point of discomfort, but not quite. Her tail was lifted out of the way, secured to a heavy collar around her neck, showing off her crotch and supple buttocks.
She was feline, a mix of jaguar, black panther and tiger. Her golden fur was covered in black spots, which gave way to long stripes across her upper arms and thighs, which then became black furred socks and gloves as they reached her extremities. The hair on her head was dark brown, ending in purple tips that extended down to her shoulders. Her chest adopted a cream colored tone, continuing down her stomach, between her thighs, and ending just under her lifted tail.
Her name was Tsukiyo, and she was getting impatient. Being suspended in the air was an interesting sensation, but she knew there was more to come, and she craved whatever it would be. Her painfully hard nipples reminded her why she was in this situation, and she wanted her plans to come to fruition. Having almost no stimulation to her body was getting to her, yet she could not call out through the gag, but only make small, primitive noises in attempts to plea for attention. She grumbled a bit to herself in annoyance.
Tsukiyo swayed in the air.
A door opened, and then gently closed.
Tsukiyo was immediately aware of the new presence in the room. Her nostrils dilated as a black striped ear twitched. Her was right in front of her.
Fritz, as he tended to call himself, was a dragon-coyote hybrid. His head and upper body were covered in a brown and gray pelt, while his face and lower legs were covered in red skin. The fur on his head extended down the top of his muzzle, which terminated in a small, obsidian horn. From the back of his neck to the end of his draconian tail flowed a short and ragged mane. His large, claw like feet gripped at the bare concrete floor.
Fritz grinned at the sight before him, his brown furred sheath slowly starting to swell as he observed the feline hanging before him. He bent down on one knee, eye to eye with Tsukiyo's blindfolded face as he reached a clawed hand below himself, slowly beginning to fondle his testicles. He stopped himself, unable to remove his gaze from Tsukiyo's cream-colored breasts. The hybrid reached out with both hands and lightly cupped them, slowly rolling and massaging them in his paws, causing the nipples to become fully erect and peek out from under her fur. At first, he allowed his fingers to gently graze over Tsukiyo's nipples, but soon he was rubbing and pinching them, watching her face for reaction.
Tsukiyo's breathing quickened due to the new sensations upon her breasts. The friction brought on by Fritz's fingers on her chest served only to arouse her further, creating a hunger within her loins that increased her desire. Suddenly, she felt a warm, wet sensation tracing around her nipple. Fritz's tongue licked over the perky nub, and she felt his paws come up to her sides to hold her from swaying in the air as his lips closed over her nipple, suckling, caressing, and nibbling with his teeth.
Fritz heard what he had been working for: Tsukiyo inhaled sharply around her gag, as he traced the tip of his tongue around her nipple. He immediately let go of her torso and released her breast from his mouth. Fritz stood up, looking into his captor's blindfolded face. He could see the slightest movements behind the cloth, her eyes moving, straining, trying to see what was happening around her.
Tsukiyo could barely make out a slight shadow beyond her blindfold. What was he doing now, and why the hell had he stopped playing with her breast? The blurred figure grew larger, taking up her entire field of view. She felt the warmth of his body just inches away, and smelled a slight musk, allowing her to realize what was in front of her.
A hand reached behind Tsukiyo's ears, unfastening the clasp that held her gag in place, and gently removing it from her maw. Tsukiyo felt flesh being pressed against her lips; something hard, yet pliable, and warm, with a definitively male scent. She opened her mouth and enclosing it over the tapered head of Fritz's penis, gently licking the tip with her feline tongue. Tsukiyo grinned slightly, hearing a small gasp from above her.
Fritz enjoyed watching her pleasure him. He loved seeing his cock held between her lips, her tongue slipping out to caress the underside of his penis. He loved the slight suction of her mouth pulling on him, engulfing him all the way up to his deflated knot. She was working slow, teasing him with her ministrations, but that was fine with him, for the moment.
Once again a hand circled Tsukiyo's ear, as another hand mimicked it on the other side of her head. Tsukiyo had barely a moment to register when the paws on her skull gripped tight and Fritz's hips flew forward, showing his entire cock into her muzzle until her black nose was buried above his crotch, inhaling his scent. Tsukiyo nearly choked, but forced herself to be calm with the tool embedded in her mouth. Her mind forced her body to comply and not resist, as Fritz withdrew his cock until just the tip remained. Then, he forced it quickly back inside so that her chin bumped against his testicles.
He continued muzzle-fucking her, using her saliva as lubrication and forcing the tip of his penis into the back of her throat, until he felt his knot start to swell. Fritz heard a muffled groan and looked down. The knot at the base of his cock was causing Tsukiyo some discomfort, since each time it was thrust past her lips as it grew, it stretched her mouth more and more.
Fritz knew tying with her muzzle would not be a comfortable option for either of them. He thrust his cock as far into her mouth as he could one last time, savoring the feel of her tongue caressing his shaft once more, her lips stimulating his still mostly-flat knot. Then, he retracted, stepping away just a little, so that the tip of his cock twitched in front of Tsukiyo's face. His captor breathed heavily at the rough treatment of her mouth and throat, but then smiled and licked at the near-constant stream of precum that was flowing down Fritz's penis.
Fritz's sighed at her continued attention to his cock, even as he prepared to put the gag back in her mouth. His eyes drifted down her back to rest at her hiked up tail, excited for what came next.