Paradise or Hell?
Melanthe allowed herself to be lead by a person she didn't know. Her eyes were blindfolded, a leash attached to the leather collar that adorned her neck. She could hear voices around her, commenting and putting dibs on her body. She started to feel anxious as she continued to walk, her cunt throbbing lightly.
The other furs stood around the edge of the floor at the club, the darkness concealing their appearance. The light was only on Melanthe, her white and grey fur shinning bright. The crowd continued to contemplate what they were going to do with her as the night went on.
"Just leave her there!" a voice finally shouted.
Whoever was leading her stopped, removed her leash. She heard chains around her, then felt cool metal fit around her ankles and wrists. Her heart skipped a beat as her arms were drawn up over her head and then held in place, most likely by a hook on the ceiling. With her being hung by her arms, her footpaws were about an inch of the ground. Melanthe's arm muscles screamed after a few seconds, the weight of her body making them stressed.
She didn't scream in pain though. It was to early for that. Someone drew her legs apart, also hooking the chains to something so she was spread eagle in mid-air. The movement of the air against her clit sent a rush of electricity up her body.
That was short lived, though, as she could hear steps coming towards her and her body tensed. What would this fur do to her?
Then she knew. The fur began to play with the small chain that connected her nipple rings. They twisted, pulled, and flicked at the chains, causing different amounts of pleasure and pain to Melanthe. She murred at some of them and winced at others, her cunt growing a little tighter with each motion.
While they were playing with her nipples, another fur came up from behind and slid something cold and wet from Melanthe's tight asshole down to her semi-hardened button, then back along the lips of her sex. Melanthe screamed out, but it was impossible to tell if it was pleasure or pain she was feeling. A large chuckle came from the group that was around her and she screamed even harder as what could only be distinguished as an ice cube slid painfully slow into her hot cunt.
"I don't want to hear her," someone said. "It detracts from the natural snow leopard beauty she has."
There was a chorus of agreement around the room and whoever was playing with her nipples stopped. She then felt a ball being shoved into her mouth, the rough leather straps going around her head and clipping in the back. Melanthe struggled to make sounds around the ball gag, but to no avail. The moans of the group grew as she struggled lightly, moving her hips to try and avoid the cold that was still assaulting her.
Then, yet another came up to her on the side and began to nibble on her neck. She murred around the gag in enjoyment. Slowly, though, the nibbles grew harder and harder, and more frequent as another came to her other side. Eventually they were biting her as hard as they could with out breaking the skin.
The pressure increase on her nipples, as if another clamp had been added. Then, her ass was slapped, making her flinch and clench her tail hole. Melanthe winced, but the sound was muffled by the gag. As she was hit again and her anus clenched tighter, she felt something being pushed against her tail-hole. It hurt as it was forced through the small and tight opening. She figured it was probably an anal bead, but knew for sure as another and another were forced into the opening. Soon, her tail hole was packed full with beads of various sizes.
"I didn't think she would have such a nice little tail hole," said the voice from behind.
"Now I wonder what her cunt is like," said another.
"Allow me the honors," said a voice that was significantly deeper.
All Melanthe could do was writhe in her constraints, the new pressures and feelings finally becoming more enjoyable then painful.
"Whip her while I explore this wonderful pussy before me," said the same deep voice, hot breath rolling across her sex. "I want her to flinch into me."
With that, a strap landed once again near Melanthe's tail hole, making it pucker and her hips thrust forward. While she writhed forward, a rough, wet tongue glided across her clit. The strap hit her again, this time a little higher on her back, she tried to move away, and the tongue slipped up into her cunt. She didn't know if she should moan or wince.
As Melanthe was hit again, someone tugged on one of the beads, pulling it out as her body moved forward. That feeling paired with the rough tongue slipping farther into her wet sex made her moan, despite the stinging that covered her back.
"My, my, I think the little leopardess is enjoying herself," said a voice that sounded quite young.
"Aren't you enjoying it?" said a female who was pretty close to Melanthe.
"Oh yes, she is quite the fun toy," said the young fur, "I kind of want to brand her as my own."
Someone pulled two beads in a row out of her tail hole, making her squirm in pleasure. The tongue retracted from her sex, making her wonder what was going on. Her cunt began to throb and moisten, aching for more attention. Melanthe whimpered around the ball, wanting to know what was happening.
"No branding until we have all had our way with her," said the deep voice. Melanthe could hear the sigh from the young fur and paw steps approaching her.
"Release her for now," said the female voice, her breath tickling Melanthe's fur. "Leave the beads in, but her muscles are shaking to bad to really have fun with her. At least we know that she is a good leopardess."
The unlocked her foot paws first, making her just dangle in the air a little bit longer. As they unlocked her paws, Melanthe fell to the ground, the fatigue of her muscles finally setting in. She stayed there until a pair of arms picked her up off the floor.
"Take her to the back room and chain her to the wall," said the deep voice. "We will start to come at her one at a time."
With that Melanth was carried away from middle of the floor. The placed her in a room, chaining her paws behind her and connecting her foot paws. Her blindfold was removed, and her eyes closed in reaction. The fur exited the room before she could catch a glimpse and she was left alone, cunt still throbbing for more and tail hole filled with beads.