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My Enemy, Gravity

My jaw was bound with a heavy duty muzzle, cinched tight around the back of my head. My arms were cuffed tightly together, raised above me and supporting the weight of my body, slowly aching under my weight. My neck was wrapped in a thick leather collar with two straps leading down to cuffs on my ankles, pulling my knees up to my chest and holding my naked lower half exposed to the air.

My brutish hybrid captor sauntered up to me, naked as well, and sporting a large erection that all too forwardly gave away his intentions. I harden my stare at him but he doesn't back away, only taking it as a challenge as he smirks back, reaching under my bound legs to fondle my exposed sheath and balls, making me inhale sharply and shut my eyes to combat the sensations as he rolled them around in his large hand, forcing my tip to peek free from the fur.

Without a word he withdraws his paw, and pops the cap of a large bottle of lubricant that he then slathers over some of his digits. My heart begins to race, thinking of the desires of this beast upon my bound form, before he returns his attention to my body. He comes to my side, rolling his slick fingers around in his palm, and leans in to my ear to give it a possessive lick. I whine quietly and I hear a low growl of pleasure as I give in to his dominance. He takes his free hand and grips the thick collar, resting his muzzle on my shoulder and slowly takes in my scent as I feel his lubed digits make their way under my rump and to the base of my tail, causing me to tense and whimper pleadingly as he traces their wetness around my tailhole.

My begging is only met with a sharp, quick pain and he unceremoniously slips one of his massive digits in to my rump without warning, growling lowly into my ear as he presses it into my quivering body up to the knuckle. I huff out through the muzzle, squirming in my suspending bondage and instinctively try to kick out, only to be met with a jerk on my neck and firm resistance from the straps and cuffs around my ankles. I can't protect myself or even fight back to the smallest degree as I feel him work a second finger into my tight hole, forcing a small muffled gasp to escape my bound lips.

The large male traces his wet fingers through my backside, looking for something, before finally brushing over the spot. I grunt involuntarily and clench down on him as he tickles my prostate, eliciting a devious chuckle from my captor as he brutally presses down and rubs the two digits firmly against it, sending me into a spasm that paralyzes my lungs and forces a few more inches of my wet, dripping shaft out of my sheath.

He relents and gives me a few moments to catch my breath, looking down to see my exposed, pulsing erection. Despite what my eyes say, my body does not lie to him as he returns to the massage, making me screw my eyes shut and writhe against my bondage, pitiful and needy moans of pleasure escaping through the leather muzzle as finally my full shaft and knot pop free of their fluffy confines, dripping with unrelenting need.

The male slowly and deliberately pulls the two fingers from my stretched and slick rump, giving my prostate one last brush as he does, and lightly nibbles my ear like he would to a bitch in heat. When he finally pulls his digits from me, a thick trail of lube connects his hand to the underside of my tail; an obscene and lewd sight if there ever was one. I pant lightly in my bonds, my cock now pulsing hard between my legs for all the world to see.

He grabs the lube bottle again with his free paw, and in clear view of me, slathers a ridiculous amount over his hand, wrist and forearm. He glances up and sees the look of sheer panic in my eyes, and smiles devilishly, knowing that my heart was thumping through my chest with anticipation and fear of the inclined penetration.

One last spurt of the lube, and his arm is covered in it. Every strand of fur sopping wet with the viscous gel, little strands of it trailing off and pooling on the floor. He closes the lid again with a pop and approaches me, eyes locked to mine with a sadistic twinkle in their depths. He sidles beside me again and grips the collar to steady me, my ears pinning back against my head as I can't do anything but submit to him. I was going to accomodate however much he wanted to give me, whether my body could take it or not. And judging by our size difference, it was definitely going to be beyond my limit, and beyond anything I had ever taken before.

I could hear the hybrid working the lube around in his paw as he lowered it and positioned his hand under my tail again and felt him take a better stance, situating his grip on my collar to help with the initial penetration. I closed my eyes and braced my body as best as I could as he pressed the sloppy fingers of his hand up against the underside of my tail, my breath coming in short ragged bursts, my body wracked with adrenaline.

He started slowly, ever so slightly pressing my flesh inwards, the lubricated skin slipping effortlessly before finally encountering a bit of resistance about an inch into my body. The soft push started to gain force, pressing harder and beginning to stretch me a bit further than his two fingers had done before. Another inch, and the force increased again, finally causing some discomfort as my face scrunches into a slight grimace, his entry slowing none as he began to really pry my backside open with his hand worked into a cone. He worked his way in up to the first knuckle, able to tickle my insides with his fingertips. The male shifted again, getting a better grip on the collar and a wider stance as he pushed harder, finally pushing a broken whine from my throat as the pain increases in response, my backside forced open a little further to allow more of the sloppy appendage into my taught pucker. Finally another inch, and he buried himself up to the second knuckle, my backside feeling like it had reached the limit of its pliability. I huffed slightly with each breath, grimacing but dealing with the pain of the treatment, my shoulders feeling a little less sore as the hand breaching my depths took more of my weight as he pushed harder. It felt like he wasn't making much progress anymore; that I just couldn't open any further for him regardless of his advances. Little did I know this was just where the fun was going to begin.

I felt a soft lick on my cheek and pinned my ears to my head submissively. I was reminded of my position; bound and being impaled in the ass on the arm of a much larger male. I dared not turn my head to him in fear of that devilish smile promising more to me than I had already received, though I knew it all would be forced upon me anyways.

The hybrid male tugged upwards on my collar, lifting a lot of the pressure off my arms and ass, before bracing his penetrating arm's elbow on his knee under me. I couldn't quite register what was going on until he began to relinquish his grip on the collar, letting my own body weight push me down relentlessly onto his hand, and I understood. My full weight being piled onto the penetration started forcing my body open again, slowly overcoming my own limits and ever so slightly allowing his hand to progress deeper into me, punctuated by the now loud whines of pain from my bound muzzle. It was painful, but not unbearable, and torturously slow. The male simply stood there, bracing his arm and smiling sadistically as I dropped millimeter by millimeter lower onto his ever increasingly large hand, squirming and whining the whole way. My quaking and panting body finally rested itself against his knuckles, the widest point yet by a large margin, and paused. Even my full body weight wasn't enough to force it into me, and I simply sat balanced on his hand, huffing wetly through my nose as my body trembled and my muscles twitched around him. I could feel my cheeks spread wide around his hand, taught and dripping wet from the slathered lube. The beast gripped the collar again and began to pull it downwards, slowly putting more and more pressure on the penetration, making me squirm and whine louder with every passing moment.

Fuck! I thought to myself. He's going to pull me down onto it! Fuck, fuck, f-

Before I could finish my thoughts the hybrid gave a quick tug on the collar and a squirm of his wrist, and his knuckles popped wetly into my body with a hard lurch that forced the air from my lungs in a guttural, broken, low grunt. I threw my head back, staring at the ceiling as my eyes crossed slightly, my body in so much shock I can't inhale. My vision was tinged with white from the pain but also searing pleasure as his huge hand finally drove up into my prostate, my body reacting by clenching hard against his dripping wrist disappearing under my tail. My eyes widened and my vision blurred as my cock throbbed hard into the open air, a thick and heavy trail of pre dripping from the tip to the floor. My head slumped back forward as I panted hard through the leather muzzle.

As my senses started to come back to me from the searing pleasure and pain wracking my body, I felt his dry hand release the collar and rub along my back reassuringly. It was surprisingly comforting, and I relaxed slightly, still huffing through the muzzle and beginning to sweat with the exertion of the treatment.

Before long, though, the beast wanted to continue, and I was in no position to argue with him as he began to explore my insides. Each twist and prod caused me to wriggle and moan against him, before finally he returned his attention to my prostate, pressed hard against his hand. He balled it up and rubbed against it, causing me to thrash out as much as my bondage would allow and moan into the room, my cock dribbling even more pre from the stimulation. I quivered and huffed shallowly as the assault upon my inner pelvis continued, my pre eventually becoming tinged slightly with white as the stimulation began to milk me, the sheer sensation causing my eyes to water. The steady stream of off-white pre continued for a few seconds as he worked me over, then decided he would probably break me if he did not restrain himself. As the pressure on my prostate relented I sucked in a deep breath and came back from it all, my mind spinning.

Before long I felt more movement from within my abdomen as he began to shape his hand again. The male grabbed the collar once more and held me in place as he started to push, my eyes clenching shut as my hole was once against stretched further, his hand beginning to travel through my body, deeper into my bowels with new an intense sensations. The wet squelching could be heard around the room, his liberally lubed arm slipping easily through my flesh as suddenly I found a dimple appearing in my belly, which quickly became a noticeable buldge where the male's fist resided within me. Deeper and deeper it traveled to the sounds of my whimpering and moaning, the buldge moving further up into my body as inches passed through my tailhole with my every squirm. Wrist, then forearm, until finally his elbow snugged up against my tail, the ball of his fist now deep into me, resting a few inches below my ribs.

He finally stopped and unfurled his hand, pressing obscenely against the skin of my belly as I watched him demonstrate how far he had managed to defile my body. I could feel the whole thing; this huge, wet length of muscle spearing into my ass and through the entire lower half of my body. I could feel how tight it pulled everything around it, and how hard it pushed against all of my internals. It was terrifying and humiliating, and somehow extraordinarily erotic as my cock remained as hard as a diamond and leaking like a waterfall, my prostate pinned against his upper forearm and my pelvis.

After a few moments of my body adjusting to the penetration, the male got down on one knee, releasing the collar around my neck, but not pushing any harder. Instead, he used this new angle to begin pulling it out of me, pressing forward against my pelvis to run the whole length of his arm against my prostate. I moaned loud against the muzzle, my cock spurting another drip of pre out against the floor as the slopped his whole arm roughly out of me, stopping at his wrist. He gave my prostate a quick rub, making me grunt hard, before he pushed up again, my weight and his muscles allowing his hand to push back up into my abdomen to his elbow with only light resistance, but to loud cries of pleasure and other unknown sensations from me.

I felt a familiar pleasure building in my body. Again, the heavy pullout, followed by the rough push in, all eighteen inches of his muscled forearm pounding through my pelvis and into my soft, lubricated bowels, rubbing along my battered prostate the whole way. Despite this rough, humiliating and lewd torture, I felt my orgasm growing, my cock twitching and dripping with every motion. Another pullout, and I felt the fire growing, my body clenching down in reaction and causing his ploughing motions to slow, but not falter. Push in; my whimpering and quivering body was being reamed relentlessly towards the cliff of climax, each thrust of his arm pulling more and more reason from my brain and replacing it with searing hot pleasure.

I felt like I was about to burst. I couldn't take it. After only a few more thrusts into me, I was on the peak. I felt that if I could just get one more, it would be enough. My ears pinned to my head, my fur glistening with sweat, my eyes screwed shut and watering, my breathing ragged and quick, and my body trembling with barely restrained primal need that transcended every other feeling in the universe; I needed it.

And suddenly the hybrid stopped on this last pullout, and simply sat with his hand inside me. I was right on the edge; please, just one more! I looked down to him, and saw his bright eyes staring back into mine. He was making me ask for it; to beg for it. I hesitated only for a moment before I caved and gave him what he wanted; the slow, pathetic whimper of a submissive bitch in heat, and the defeated eyes of a male submitting to another.

He smiled that torturous smile, knowing that he had won, and gave my prostate a rub which sent me back into a scrunched mess. So close...

With a heavy growl he pushed hard into me, making sure to put extra pressure on my prostate as he did so, and grinded into it with his forearm when he finally bottomed out in my bowels to keep me spasming. I inhaled raggedly, the fire in my loins finally spilling over and rushing to my cock. My knot began to swell, my body locked hard around his huge arm in my backside, and I screamed as best as I could from within the muzzle. Huge, long ropes of hot, pure white cum jetted from my tip and painted the floor, my body spasming hard around his grinding arm, each clench painting another long line. Colors warped my vision, making me lightheaded, unable to breathe as my body trembled and was wracked with unimaginable pleasure. Six, seven, eight contractions passed, and my orgasm began to wane, and the male slowed his grinding on my prostate until finally I leaked the last of my orgasm out onto the floor and slumped in my bondage, and we both stopped.

The only noise in the room was my intense panting through my nose.

After a few moments of rest the male began to pull his arm out for the last time, my oversensitive body twitching at the movement, but he made sure to steer clear of my prostate out of pity. Slowly he pulled his forearm out, and with a lewd, wet pop, tugged his knuckles free much easier than they had entered, steady streams of thick lube leaking off my rump and his arm. Finally, I was done.

The male reached up to the muzzle and undid the clasp with his dry hand, and gave me a lick. With my jaw free, I managed to mutter, barely a whisper "Fuck..."

"Told you that you'd like it." The hybrid said, with a knowing smile.