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It wasn't as though he asked for trouble... there were just times when Carl found himself falling into it. It probably had something to do with the fact that he helped people when they asked for it-other people mind find some of the circumstances a little suspicious... but if there was someone looking at him with tears in their eyes and an extremely long face, he couldn't help but to try to aid them. He guessed that it was just some innate goodness that he was happy to have... of course the feline would learn that there were times when playing the hero wasn't exactly the best option... and it just so happened that today would be that day.

The sun was shining bright enough that Carl had ditched his glasses in favor of his goggles-the lenses protected his eyes from the vicious rays that beat down from the sky-his stride was sure. His walk steady... and it only faltered as he heard the small sound of someone crying in the distance. There was only a moment when he thought that perhaps it would be better to simply pass by whoever it was; however, when he saw a young woman, sun glinting off of her white fur, laying on the ground and holding her ankle... well, that innate goodness kicked in and he found that he couldn't help but to veer off of the path, speaking a soft call of helpfulness as he approached. "Are you all right? What happened-do you need any help?"

He was nearly to her when he realized that she was a beautiful arctic hare. Her ears stood erect, and her hands clutched her ankles. Her face was hidden by her hair, and the sun caught the white and blue strands in a nearly glaring manner. He couldn't see her face to tell what kind of expression that she had, but the soft sound of sobbing was still coming from her. A frown caused his brows to knit together-worry knotted in his stomach. What could have happened? "Miss?" He spoke softly as he came even closer, pushing a few strands of his light chocolate hair out of his face. "If you need help..."

He was cut off as she murmured something softly under her breath-he instantly stopped himself so that he could hear her better. "What was that?"

She spoke again, even more gentle this time. "You're a fool...." Carl knew that his face was completely and utterly confused... but he couldn't make sense of what had just come out of her mouth. The little sounds of crying were still escaping her-he finally stretched his hand out and let his fingertips catch her chin so that he could turn her gaze up to him; what met his eyes nearly made him fall back.

Her expression was icy-blank... there was nothing there, save for a small little smile that curled her lips. One of her brows quirked, and in a voice, as though she were asking someone if they were ready to leave, she spoke out, "Honey, I think now would be a good time."

"What are you talking ab-" Carl didn't finish his question... instead he heard the sound of something dropping from the treetops above him... and then felt something overtly sharp pierce his shoulder. Dizziness swept over him before he could even turn around. The cold eyes of the arctic hare were staring at him in anticipation-he barely had the strength to turn and see who his assailant from behind was.

As he fell to the ground, however, he managed to fall to his back so that he could look up. Red eyes... and... jewels on her forehead? This was honey? Straps covered her body... and yet as she bent down, he felt some kind of thread wrapping around his body-his awareness was quickly fading out. Silk? Whoever the woman above him was, she seemed to be enjoying it... and before his eyes slipped shut, he noticed that the silk was coming from her fingertips.

"Sp... i... der?" The words mumbled out of his lips, and the one called Honey looked up.

"Wow, Frost... you really caught us a thinker here." She gave a dark little chuckle and continued to wrap his body up.

Carl heard the hare, who he now assumed was called Frost speak again before unconsciousness completely overtook him. "He doesn't have to be smart. He's a looker, and..." And he could have sworn he felt someone groping him, "He has what we need..."

What do they need? What did they need? Carl couldn't answer the question, however... because the blackness of passing out engulfed him, and he knew no more.

---

"How much venom did you give him, Honey? I don't know if he's ever going to wake up."

"It's not like he actually has to be awake for what we want from him."

"Just because he doesn't have to be awake doesn't mean that I don't want to see the look in his eyes while it's happening."

"Frost, you may just be a sadist."

"Honey, you're the one who insisted that we dress him up in the latex and picked out the red ball gag."

Carl had to fight with himself to make sense of the conversation that was happening. For one, it was something that he had never heard before... and two, he couldn't put into context everything that was going on. He finally fought to open his eyes, and was faced with the two women who had ambushed him earlier-there was just a small difference... Where the arctic hare had been wearing a rather normal outfit earlier... her lean body was now encased in white latex. The same was said for the spider, only her latex was black. Both had on large heels, and their lips were covered with lipstick... they looked like... well...

Suddenly the words that had been spoken earlier made sense-both women looked to be a dominatrix.... and Carl had the sinking feeling that he wasn't on their team. He tried to move, only to find that his hands were chained above his head. He tried to scream out for them to let him go.... but it only came out as muffled and pathetic attempts... there was a large, red ball gag in his mouth that prevented him from making much more than helpless noises.

Honey gave a small little shiver in delight and came forward, tracing her finger up along the curve of his hip. "I just love it when my fuck toys make that sound." Her hand traced lower, until she cupped his penis in her hand. He gave out a little cry of protest as she started stroking it-he could tell that it was obviously put through some kind of a hole in the latex that encased his body. Though he fought against it, as her hand continued to work against his cock, he felt the undeniable feeling of arousal. She gave him a few more pumps, her hand now firmly around the length of his hardening arousal. "Oh, look, Frost..." Another hard squeeze and she left his length hard and ready against his latex clad body. "I think he's ready to play."

Carl wanted to protest, but he could do nothing more than shake his head back and forth, his eyes wide and screaming the words that his mouth couldn't verbalize.

"I think you're right. He's just begging for us to..." Frost gave a small nod and stepped forward. He heard the sound of her boots click against the floor... and then watched as she crawled up onto the platform that he was strapped to. Once more, Carl tried to move, tried to do anything... but he couldn't. The arctic hare slowly trailed one finger up his leg, and he felt an achingly cool sensation-craning his neck to look down as best he could, he saw droplets of frost and ice along the latex that encased him. The coldness made his entire body ache. She brought her hand up even further, circling his arousal. "Slave, you better behave..." The tip of her finger touched the head of his erection, and he felt the cold spread across his entire length for just a moment. His entire body jerked and he gave out a little whimper. "We want to have a lot of fun with you."

Before he could do anything else (not that he could have done much of anything) she was straddling him, and her hands had gone to the latex on her own frame. She did something and the bottom of it snapped open to reveal her core. Carl's eyes widened even further-he could see that she was already wet... and he knew that it had to be at the sight of him tied up and helpless.

"You ready, slut? I'm about to show you what your new purpose in life is." He gave a little whimper from behind the ball gag and felt his entire body jerk forward as Frost came down hard on his cock so that his entire length filled her up. She was so warm, and he could feel her tightness around his length. Her own head tossed back, eyes glittering in pleasured slits as she looked down on him. "That's right, this is what you're good for now..."

Her hips rolled again as her hands came up to delve into her white and blue hair. He could see her long ears twitch in pleasure for a moment as she lifted, letting his length slide out of her... and then just as quickly, she came back down, taking him inside of her so quickly that it tore another muffled scream from his throat.

"Oh, you're going to have to share soon, Frost... that looks too fun..." He could hear Honey's voice from behind him... and the sound of latex being peeled off of her frame. He closed his eyes tight, hoping that all of this would simply disappear. While some might enjoy being taken advantage of to such an extent... he didn't enjoy it at all, especially not that he would ever admit to himself. The fact that Frost riding his cock as though she meant to steal his very life from him was bringing pleasure to him was only second to the fact that it was happening without his permission. Her hands came down, pressing against his chest, nails digging and squealing along the latex on his frame.

"Don't close your eyes, slave. Look at me while I'm riding you. Don't men all over the world want this-you're getting the fantasy of every living, breathing boy in this world. Open your eyes!" Her hand came, grabbing his face and turning it towards him. He let one eye open slowly and was instantly caught up in her gaze-she had undone the top of her suit while he hadn't been looking, and her perky breasts were bouncing in his face. Her lipsticked mouth was curled into a grin which turned into an 'o' of pleasure as she came down harder on him. He could feel the head of his arousal hitting at her very limits, feel her tight walls squeezing and working around him. Of its own volition, his body gave a jerk of pleasure. It was as though she could tell that he was beginning to work into orgasm, because her hips began to move even faster, her body coming down hard against him. He could feel her clenching, tensing.

"Do you want to come?" She spoke it in a soft, teasing voice-her hips flexed and she lifted up again, once more bringing her body down hard against his. He could hear the sound of her wet core as it took him in. His entire body was trembling, shaking... and yet he shook his head in denial. His eyes were wide now, and he knew that the sound of his breath coming faster and faster through his nose was a complete contradiction to how he had just answered.

"I asked you a question." She spoke it again, and then sat up straight, her hands coming to play with her breasts as she used her knees to ride up and down, practically bouncing her body on his own. He whimpered through the gag, "Now answer me the way that I wanted to hear it, fuck toy!" The heated tightness of her core teased him, and he began to whimper faster, his breath coming harder now. His eyes closed and his spine stiffened-his head tossed back as best it could and he felt the beginnings of orgasm take him over.

Suddenly that cold feeling came over him again-Frost's hand was wrapped around his cock, and those fingers, like an icy glove, forced his orgasm to a stuttering halt. "I don't think so." She whispered it soft, cruel, and kept one hand on his cock while she turned so that her pussy was straddling his face. Above him, so that he could watch, she let her hand move from his arousal, which still pulsed with the cold and denied orgasm, to her wet core. She worked on her clit with two fingers, moving to slick her hand down so that they delved inside of her. That was enough-Frost came hard above Carl, so that he could see the muscles in her pussy clench, watch her body ripple with the pleasure. Little wet droplets of her cum fell on his face, and she gave out a scream of pleasure, letting her other hand grip his hip as she rode her fingers as if she were still riding his cock... and yet he saw that her eyes were fastened to his arousal, and that her true pleasure was coming from the fact that he had been denied his own.

Her hips bucked, riding against her fingers and forcing him to watch her pussy spasm as her moans of pleasure spilled from her mouth... and then finally she slowed. She removed her fingers and let her clit grind for a moment against the ball gag in his mouth, bringing one more shudder of pleasure from her frame before she crawled off of him. She staggered back to a kneeling position at the bottom of the platform and looked to Honey, "Your turn..." Another shiver of pleasure rocked through her, and she added, "And oh... is he good."

Carl's entire body was still twitching, jerking, and shivering from the orgasm that he had just been denied. He knew that the coolness would eventually wear off... but he had a sinking suspicion as to what it was that truly made these women find their pleasure...

He saw Honey out of the corner of his vision... and a low whimper of apprehension tore from his throat at the sight of her features... he could tell that she meant to torture him in the same way that Frost just had. She came forward and leaned in close, so that he realized that what he had thought to be jewels on her head earlier were actually tiny eyes... and what he had assumed were straps to her outfits were actually her arms. His eyes were wide as she spoke, "Do you want to play, kitty?"

Her teeth sank into his shoulder again... and for a moment, he was terrified of where he was going to wake up when the effects wore off. However, as he laid with his eyes closed tight, he realized that he wasn't getting drowsy. Instead, he felt heat flood into his entire body-he could feel it trickle along each and every vein in his body. He felt his breath catch in his chest, his heartbeat quicken... and his cock, which he had been sure would refuse to stand at attention, got hard so quickly that it tore another scream from his throat.

"That's better..." The spot where Honey had bitten him was burning-he felt like he was on fire. He watched as arms hoisted Honey atop him-her entire frame was bare... she had obviously done away with her latex while Frost had been having her way with him. Honestly, Carl didn't know if he could take another round of this torture... and yet as soon as she was atop him, his body lunged forward, hips thrusting as well as they could against his silken restraints. He felt the tip of his length play for a moment at her opening, and it made his eyes roll back into his head. What in the world was going on?

"I bet you're curious, aren't you... let me just give you a little description of what's happening to you..." She lowered her body an inch so that his thrusting sent the head of his arousal inside of her. It brought little moans of need from them both, but then Honey just continued on as though she weren't being fucked. "The venom inside of you will make you more aroused than you've ever been in your entire life. You'll come so close to orgasm.." She brought her body lower so that his thrusting hips sent their bodies crashing together. Her eyes closed in pleasure and a wicked smile curled her lips, "And you'll get yourself close..." Her own hips rolled, "So close... but..." Her eyes opened again and she brought herself down hard on his thrusting hips so that he was buried deep inside of her, "You won't find release."

He wanted to scream, to fight back against them (though he wasn't sure that he could fight a lady at all)... but all that Carl found himself doing was thrusting his hips up, even though every nerve in his body screamed at him not to.

"Mmm... that's right, fuck toy. Pleasure me." Honey flipped around so that she was riding him reverse cowgirl. If anything, this brought Carl, even more, pleasure-he was faced with the sight of the swell of her ass, the feel of his thick length penetrating so deep inside of her that he wondered how he wasn't hurting her. However, two of her arms came back to rest against his torso, so that she could bounce and work herself against him. He saw one other playing with her clit between her legs... and the other two were working her breasts. Her head was tossed back, so that her gray and black hair brushed at her shoulders. "Keep thrusting, get in deeper-maybe if you try hard enough, you'll feel your own pleasure." The laughter that echoed from Honey's lips as she said that told Carl that there was no way that what she was saying was true. He worked in and out of her, pumping harder and harder in an attempt to bring himself to the orgasm that he had been denied-the liquid heat from her venom was pulsing through each and every ounce of his body now, so that he was shocked that he wasn't simply combusting into some kind of liquid flame. Still, he could feel the little gasped moans of pleasure that escaped the jumping spider atop him as he thrust into her harder and harder.

Her hips rolled in perfect tandem with her hand and her fingers that worked at her clit... with the way that Carl thrust upward against his own volition... his eyes closed as his entire body began to tremble-the denied orgasm from earlier was making it easier for him to reach his pleasure... and yet as he felt himself nearly reach orgasm... that feeling simply lasted-that nerve wracking, pulse pounding feeling when your body tremored, ached, nearly cried out in pain from the need to find that release... he never passed that point. His eyes widened in horror as Honey looked over her shoulder. That look of raw need on Carl's face was enough to send her over the edge. She bounced like a mad woman on his cock, sending him thrusting so deep and so fast into her that it tore a scream from her lips. Without warning, she flipped her body around and came down on him hard, moving so that her teeth grazed his shoulder and her hands gripped him tight-holding his shoulders, she thrust harder, faster... he could feel her pussy pulsing with pleasure, hear the moans in his ear... her nails drug down the sides of the latex until he heard it rip.. her entire body was in a frenzy... and then finally... it stopped.

He lay panting beneath her, his cock still buried deep inside of her... and though he couldn't voice it, he tried to scream for mercy through the ball gag. His entire body was still on fire, still on that teetering and painful edge where he was screaming for release.

His eyes were begging, and it seemed to catch Frost's attention... "I think he wants us to stop." Carl nodded emphatically as Frost approached him. Her hand stroked the side of his face. "Do you want us to stop?"

He nodded again.. even while his hips were still jerking and thrusting into Honey, still laid atop him. Honey gave another low moan at the feel of it and slowly pushed herself up so that she was straddling him. She looked at his aching and needy face to Frost. "Do you want to stop?"

Frost looked down at him, and then up to Honey. The grin slipping across her features made Carl's heart sink. "Oh, no... watching you two made me ready for round two..."

"Come on then..." Honey returned the grin, holding out one hand to Frost. "Let's ride him together."

Carl jerked as Frost took Honey's hand and pulled herself up so that her still wet pussy once more straddled the ball gag in his mouth. "Ready?" She looked to Honey, who nodded. In tandem, they began to ride him again.

Carl couldn't help the scream of painful need that tore from his throat-seeing Frost's wet little pussy working above him, feeling Honey's warm walls around his cock... the scream that tore from his throat came over and over again... all the while, he felt that venom in his body still burning, still causing his hips to rock up again and again into the jumping spider who rode against him.

"Yes, give it to me. Give it to us both! You're our little fuck toy!" Frost moaned out her words in pleasure as her hips rolled and worked, her ass bouncing in his face as she rubbed her aroused little bud against the ball gag. Carl once more tried to resist his movements, but he finally gave in, realizing that there was nothing that he could do but wait for the venom to wear off so that he could perhaps fight back.

As the spider rode harder and harder against him, working to bring herself to a second orgasm, while the arctic hare thrust and grinded against the ball gag with her wet and trembling pussy so that orgasm swept over her, Carl felt his own body scream-he felt as though he were being ripped into a thousand pieces with his need to come. The two girls looked at one another-in tandem, they both screamed out in pleasure, heads flying back, hands gripping at his torso. Both came down harder against him... and Carl felt his body give one more violent pulse before the denied orgasm... the need to come became so overwhelming that he felt himself slip into unconsciousness, chased by the pleasured moans of his tormentors.

---

"Do you think they broke him?"

"I'm going to be awfully upset if they did before we even got a turn."

"Ryka, go try to wake him up..."

The sound of footsteps approached Carl as he tried to make sense of the sentences that he had just heard... though he wasn't sure if he was really awake or if he was dreaming. His mouth was free from the ball gag, though his entire body was so exhausted that he wasn't sure he could move. Suddenly, however, he felt one hand press against his shoulder. He jerked slightly, and was shocked to find that his arms were free of the silken restraints that had held him down earlier.

"Oh, Aura! He moved. I think he's going to wake up!" And slowly, Carl's eyes opened again. Standing above him was a white tiger... her large blue eyes were wide with concern... he wondered for just a moment if she was going to help him.

"Please... help me?" He still couldn't lift his legs. The effects of the venom from earlier must have truly sapped his strength from him. The other woman, Aura, came around, laying one hand against his chest.

"Are you all right? Can you move?" There was concern in her voice as well. Carl felt a moment of relief... perhaps they were going to help him after all.

"No... we need to get out of here... before they come back.."

Aura's eyes widened, the rabbit's ear flopping to the side as she moved forward. "Don't worry about them coming back, you're with us now."

"They aren't coming back?" Carl felt relief seep through his entire body. He also felt his body slowly coming to life again, Aura's hand was on his chest... and it felt almost... warm...

"Oh, no..." Ryka gave a small smile and brought her hand forward. Between her fingers was a lipstick roll, and as she lifted it slowly to her lips, leaning forward so that she was inches from his face, she let it smooth across her mouth so that the sheen of it reflected in the lighting. Carl felt his cock give a little jerk-the way that she dragged the lipstick across her mouth was so... sexual. The way that her lips rolled as she smoothed it out... sensual. The warmth from Aura's hand spread to his aching member, and he felt it slowly come back to attention.

"Oh... no... not again... please?"

"But I thought you wanted us to help you?" Aura gave a small snicker, and Carl realized that the strength was returning to his body through some kind of manipulation from her fingers. Ryka leaned in close, so that her lips were only an inch from his own.

"It's our turn..."

And before he could move to stop her, her lips were pressed tight against his own. He felt it as his body began to stiffen as though he were being restrained once more. As he looked down in horror, a thin layer of gold spread over his entire frame... he jerked to roll off of the platform... but too late. He was encased...

Trapped.

Again. He looked up at the two ladies, who were grinning, in horror. Aura came forward, stroking one hand along his cock and leaning in close to whisper in a heated voice, "Time to play, fuck toy."

Carl let out one long scream before the ball gag was stuffed back into his mouth. He knew at that moment that this would never end. He was a plaything to these ladies... and he would be forever...

He could do nothing to defend himself as the hare crawled atop him and whispered, "Let's play..."