Jilling
Jill enjoys masturbation. She adores it, in fact. So much so that rather than keeping it all to herself, she wants to share her self-pleasure with all the world. Even you!
This story was written for Chris13131415 as part of my Patreon request days for March 2018. It contains F/Solo sexual acts involving a consenting adult, and bondage-related lewdness. :3
Jilling
There was something... intoxicating about masturbation. It wasn't that Jill didn't like sex, or that she didn't like people. She'd had plenty of amazing experiences with others, and had no doubt that she would continue to do so. But when those lovers went back to their homes, or late at night, early in the morning, hell, whenever the mood struck Jill and she wasn't in the immediate company of someone with whom she could reliably seek satisfaction, she was always there. Her own body was always willing, ready and able to grant her the pleasure she craved. And for that, she was always grateful.
Though, rarely had she ever felt as grateful both to her own body and to others, so many others, as tonight.
The doe threw back her head, sweat beading upon her short, soft fur, and wailed as she climaxed yet again. As her pussy clamped down and her juices flowed, she heard the intense buzzing of the sybian both beneath and within her grow deeper in tone. She heard the lewd, unabashed slurping of her juices and her soaking wet walls being continually stimulated and vibrated by the intense toy upon which she was mounted, and she felt her own wetness being flicked off in all directions, hitting her thighs but no doubt speckling the ground all around her too as the powerfully humming motor to which she was tied cast her juices wildly in all possible directions.
Soon, her head slumped forward again, muzzle open, tongue hanging out slightly, eyes glazed over. Her body sank down upon the toy mounted upon the sybian's base, and she tensed up once again almost immediately, shrieking in intense, almost agonised euphoria as her sensitive pussy and desperately tender clitoris landed upon the violently quivering, buzzing mount of the toy. A second orgasm, ragged and savage compared to the last one or any of those before it tore through her before she could even push off and away from the overwhelmingly merciless stimulation. It didn't last as long, but for every instant it did last the screams that echoed around the concrete basement were far more than twice as potent.
When the pleasure finally began to lessen, though by no means to abate as the toy continued to buzz violently beneath her, Jill lifted her head once again and tried more successfully this time to read the screen that was positioned a few feet in front of her. The screen above which was mounted a high definition camera, recording, capturing every second of what was happening to her... and broadcasting it live to thousands of viewers on the internet.
"H-he's... upstairs... oohhyess..."
Jill murmured in response to a comment she saw flash past upon the screen's chat interface, directly alongside a live image of herself that she couldn't help but grow even more aroused at the sight of. With her legs bound to the floor, a pair of leather cuffs attached to metal chains which were set into the basement's concrete surface, and her hands bound with rope behind her back, she looked so helpless sitting there upon the sybian. Unable to escape it's intense vibrations, unable to turn it down despite the control box being positioned just a foot or so away from her right knee. Glancing over her shoulder, she could see a stream of light emanating through the basement door from the well lit main body of the house beyond. There was no-one standing in the doorway though. No-one watching or listening to her squirming. Her friend, her lover had left her here at the mercy of the sybian and all the people watching at home. And truly, she couldn't have been more grateful to him.
"N-nnhh... naughty... you're so bad, chat..."
She moaned as a flurry of new comments followed her active engagement with the chat. Some telling her what they'd do to her if they were there. Others asking her to say what she'd do to them. It was only when a message flashed up brighter and more obviously highlighted than all the others that she gave a giggle of excitement though. Someone had made a donation, and it was a big one. Her eyes skimmed the brief message, the request that accompanied it, and she gave a low, desperate bellow of overwhelmed excitement.
"O-oh god. I... I can try. For you, Chris. I'll t-try for you."
She spoke to the donator licking her lips in feverish anticipation. For a moment after that, she closed her eyes. She drew a deep breath, pushing out her modest but perfectly formed chest. Then, her brow furrowing in concentration and causing the nubs of her horns to twitch slightly in the process, Jill did precisely as the request had asked. She pressed herself down with the full weight of her delicate body against the sybian and its textured vibrating surface, and held herself there not for a second or two as she had last time, but for the beginnings of what was meant to be an entire minute.
For maybe five seconds she remained frozen in that initial position; eyes closed, mouth slightly open, body tense and hunkered down. Then her muzzle opened a little wider, and her eyes slowly, slowly began to widen. She grunted softly. Then not so softly.
"Oh. O-ohhhh..."
Her legs visibly shook, thighs quivering in a combination of their own frantic muscular spasms and the vibration currently pummelling the doe's midsection carrying through to her upper legs. Feverishly, suddenly and without the slightest warning, her body lurched, lunging forward as a caterwauling scream escaped her lips. The button of her clit ground down hard against the violently humming machine below, and Jill's chains clattered, the rope binding her arms creaked as her whole body began to thrash and struggle in the midst of the most savage and mindless orgasm that she had been coaxed into enduring yet.
"Yes! Oh god, y-yes!!"
She bleated and wailed in ecstasy, humping against the sybian, her body begging for relief and begging for more all at once. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, joyous tears of pure overwhelmed passion running down her cheeks. Spittle and drool dripped down her chin as her head tossed and jerked in the throes of her passion. She climaxed again before the minute was up, and a third time in almost simultaneous succession.
Indeed Jill was so lost, so consumed by her pleasure that she didn't even pull herself off the sybian when the minute requested of her was up. Nor indeed, as she shrieked and wailed her rapture to the concrete walls all around, did she pay any heed to those observing her. To the chat as they went wild with excitement, then oddly quiet as the vast majority of viewers found themselves with their hands too busy to type. But also, to the person responsible for placing her in this situation, in her current state of helpless, joyous bondage.
The basement door behind her, just framed at the edge of the camera recording every twitch, ever grunt and every drop of cum to gush from between Jill's legs, swung a little wider open as the female deer thrashed and screamed in climactic bliss. And at the top of the stairs, silhouetted by the much brighter light from beyond, a silent male figure watched the doe squirm and shriek.
He watched whilst making no motion whatsoever to step any closer, or to offer Jill the slightest comfort, or the merest, briefest moment of relief from her ceaseless, furious stimulation.
By Jeeves
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