# Leigh's Secret

Author: Eisfuchs
Tags: Bondage, Coyote, F/F, Feline, Various Species

Leigh's Secret  
  
a furry erotic story (C)October 31, 2004 by Eisfuchs ([[email protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection))  
  
  
"Whose brilliant idea was this again?" Carren asked and brushed a dark brown  
streak of her headfur out of her eyes while she continued to trudge along the  
dirt path leading through the woods. The light of the sun was already coming  
at a low angle and cast golden specks on the leaf-covered forest ground. Fall  
had painted the trees in a multitude of reds, yellows and browns, but the  
polecat didn't pay particular attention to this. With a practiced move she took  
a small box from her pocket and lightened herself a cigarette.  
  
"Yours," her two companions chimed together, making her grunt with discontent.  
  
"And it really was a good idea," Leigh said, smiling at her. "This way we all  
get some exercise and have some time away from all the books and lectures. And  
besides, you'd do much better if you weren't smoking yourself to death."  
  
Carren growled, glaring at the tabby through partly closed eyes. "Thanks for  
the reprehension, darling. If I'd known that we'd be stomping through the  
wilderness for ages I'd never have suggested going there in the first place."  
Breathing heavily she kept up with her two friends, muttering and cursing under  
her breath.  
  

  "Come on, you'll love it," Sanna said, while she cheerfully waved her makeshift  
walking stick. "I know this place, it's perfect for us!" The coyote looked back  
over her shoulder and smiled. "And if we'd gone for the picnic we would've been  
going home after nightfall or in case of rain."  
  
"Yeah, whatever," Carren scowled. "Just remind me not to suggest anything like  
this ever again."  
  
Leigh and Sanna giggled and led on, slowing their pace a bit to make it easier  
for Carren to follow them. This year's halloween was going to be the nicest  
ever. No huge party, no big crowds, and what was best, an old, abandoned house  
in the middle of a forest.  
  
Leigh hummed to herself and enjoyed the clean, fresh air and the scent of the  
season while she followed Sanna. Luckily the day had been quite warm and dry,  
making the hike enjoyable. But nonetheless she was longing for the trip to end  
so they could finally sit down and have dinner.  
  
"There it is!" Sanna exclaimed and pointed to a dark spot that was visible  
through the trees. "Just another minute and we can rest our weary legs."  
  

  "About time," Carren said and gathered her strength for the remaining distance.  
  
"Ah, I can't wait to put up the grill and devour all the good stuff we've  
dragged along up to here," Leigh said and licked her lips. The last rays of  
the setting sun were playing on the grey-white stripes of her fur while she  
watched their destination emerging from the shadows of the forest.  
  
The three girls stopped in front of the old wooden building, dropping their  
backpacks and taking in the sight before them. Vines and ivy had covered nearly  
all of the outer walls, even the windows were overgrown with plant life. On the  
front porch leaves and twigs were piling up, blocking the way to the entrance  
door. With its two stories and blind looking windows set into the oriel above  
the building really looked like a place from your average horror movie. One  
could easily imagine something evil lurking inside, looking at them with cold  
eyes at this very moment.  
  
"This is it?" Carren asked and took a pull from her cigarette. "Charming."  
  
"Yeah, the perfect place for the scariest day of the year!" Sanna said and  
stepped onto the front porch. "Come on, help me clean this up at least a bit,  
so we can get our stuff inside before it's dark."  
  

  Using branches and sticks as rakes they swept away most of the dirt until the  
front door was accessible again. They picked up their bags and went inside. The  
old door was squeaking eerily in the hinges and each of their steps made the  
floor creak in protest. Inside the house still looked rickety, but it seemed to  
be dry. Pieces of wood had fallen down from the ceiling, however it didn't look  
like it was about to collapse any minute now.  
  
Leigh and Carren looked at the rooms with big eyes and newly kindled curiosity  
while Sanna went upstairs to have a look at the old bedrooms. When the other  
girls joined her she had found three suitable bed frames that were still intact  
and just needed a sleeping bag.  
  
"I'll take that one," Leigh said and pointed to one of them, throwing her pack  
onto the wooden frame.  
  
"Then this'll be mine." The polecat went to the bed right next to Leigh's.  
  
Sanna smiled and dumped her bags onto the remaining bed. Only very little light  
was still coming in through the dirty window panes, making the dispersed dust  
sparkle like a thousand tiny glow worms.  
  

  "Okay, who's hungry?" Leigh asked and the other two called out simultaneously.  
"Then let's get the fire burning!" She picked up the package containing the  
mobile barbecue grill and the others took the rest of the stuff.  
  
Within a few minutes they had cleared out a small place in front of the house  
and built up the grill. Carren filled in the coal and lightened it while Leigh  
and Sanna prepared meat and salad they had brought along. Two hollow pumpkins  
with monster like faces cut out of them were already standing on the banister  
of the porch, the candles inside illuminating the place with their flickering,  
red light.  
  
"Two sausages ready!" Carren announced and put them on cardboard plates. "What  
do you want next? Ribs or steaks?"  
  
"I'm full!" Sanna said and put her own plate aside.  
  
"Yeah, me too. Just leave the rest of the stuff on the grill and sit down here  
with us. You've been a great cook!"  
  
"True! Thanks for that!" Sanna said affirmatively.  
  
"Don't mention it. You know that I like to play with fire. Even more when I get  
something edible out of it." She pushed the rest of the meat to the side of the  
grid and left it there, wiping her paws on a towel before she joined her two  
companions. Leigh handed her a bottle of beer and the polecat gratefully took a  
deep sip. Looking at the red glow of the coals she sighed contentedly. "You  
know ... I'm sorry for being a bitch earlier today. I was tired and my paws  
were hurting like hell."  
  

  "No problem, hon," Leigh said and pulled Carren close with one arm. "We know  
how to take it, don't we?"  
  
"Absolutely," Sanna said. "It's not like we've never seen each other before."  
  
Carren laughed. "You're probably right, there."  
  
Night was falling quickly and the temperature dropped. The girls lit a small  
fire and huddled together, their faces reflecting the red-orange flickering of  
the flames. Leigh told their friends one of the halloween stories she knew, and  
they joined in, presenting tales by themselves, some more scary than others,  
but all of them matching the theme of the day.  
  
Leigh listened intently to the other girls' lores, and when Shanna spoke about  
a giant spider creature terrorizing the neighborhood of a small town, she was  
getting quite excited. She took in every word of the people who had been caught  
by the spider or entangled themselves in its sticky, nearly invisible web,  
bound inescapably by the adhesive strands, until the creature came back to wrap  
them up in tight cocoons. In the end Leigh found herself breathing heavily and  
wishing that she was one of the victims herself, maybe without the dying part  
in the end, though.  
  

  The tabby cat was squirming uncomfortably in her place at the fire and finally  
decided that she had to do something against the urge she felt. "Uh, girls?"  
she started, waiting until she had their attention. "I think I'll go inside for  
an hour or so. I'm not feeling too well and I think a quick nap will get me  
into shape again."  
  
"I bet it's because of the stories," Carren said with a grin.  
  
Leigh blushed. Fortunately this wasn't visible in the light of the fire. "What  
makes you think it was?" she asked, trying to keep her voice as calm as  
possible.  
  
"Oh, it's quite obvious. I saw your eyes growing wide during Sanna's tale, and  
the way you licked your lips ... it was hard not to notice."  
  
"But ..."  
  
"Aw, come on, hon! We all know that you're not the most courageous person in  
town. And it's okay if the tales scare you, that's what they're made for."  
  
The cat sighed inwardly and smiled. "Maybe you're right. I guess I'll be back  
soon, I just need to rest a bit."  
  
"Get well soon!" Sanna said and gave her a quick hug.  
  
Leigh rose and waved at them. "I will!" She turned around and left the group,  
walking back to the house.  
  

  Carren gazed after the cat and shook her head. "I wonder what hit her this  
time," she said, turning back to the fire. "She really is a little sissy once  
in a while."  
  
Sanna laughed. "Just like you, complaining about your paws all the time."  
  
Carren nodded and lifted her beer. "Point taken. Cheers!"  
  
"Cheers!"  
  
They clinked their bottles and enjoyed the cool liquid running down their  
throats. Carren took one of the leftover slices from the grill and chewed  
while they continued gossiping and telling stories, enjoying the cool breeze  
and the silence of the night.  
  
\*  
  
"Ah, screw it!" Carren exclaimed. They had been talking for some time now  
and the polecat craved for a smoke. "I'll be back in a minute, I just need to  
fetch my cigs. This box is empty."  
  
Sanna lifted her bottle to her friend and spared her the obvious reply.  
  
Carren went back into the house and climbed the stairs. She tried no to make  
too much noise, so Leigh wouldn't be disturbed. Slowly she opened the door to  
the bedroom and sneaked in, trying to get her bearings in the dark. When she  
had reached her bag she fished around inside of it for a fresh box of  
cigarettes. Suddenly she heard a noise behind her and she turned around  
quickly. There was nothing to see but the sounds continued. It was like someone  
moaning and writhing, and it came from Leigh's bed. With a frown Carren stopped  
searching and cautiously stepped towards the noise. In the dim light she saw  
the figure of her friend lying on her bed, rolling slowly from side to side.  
'Poor kid, the stories gave her nightmares,' she thought, but then she saw the  
ropes that bound the cat's paws together and fastened them to opposite sides of  
the bed, leaving her helplessly sprawled out.  
  

  'What the hell?' Carren thought and was about to free her, but then she saw the  
small black bag that was standing next to the bed, filled up with restraining  
gear like more ropes, a pair of steel handcuffs and even more things she could  
not properly identify in the dark. 'Now that's/ a sight!' the polecat thought  
and stifled a giggle while she watched her friend fighting against her  
self-imposed bondage. With a broad grin she finally turned around, took the  
cigarettes from her bag and left the room, glancing over her shoulder one last  
time. When she finally left the house she was giggling and laughing freely. She  
\*had\* been excited, without a doubt.  
  
Leigh was surrendering her body to her fantasies. She was caught up helplessly  
in a sticky web of a spider, her paws bound by the strong strands and the rest  
of her body entangled by more of the adhesive fibers. With all her strength she  
fought against the devious trap that held her in it's clutches, but it was  
futile. The strands were too strong for her to break free. Moaning with the  
exertions she threw herself against the bonds again and again, but she wasn't  
going anywhere. It must have been hours that she was trapped here, and her  
strength was beginning to wear out.  
  

  Panting heavily Leigh tugged once more at the ropes that bound her paws above  
her head, enjoying the feeling of being tied up. Time was flying by quickly and  
she decided that enough was enough. She didn't dare to play with herself while  
she was here with her friends, so she grabbed the safety loop next to her left  
paw and tugged at it. With a heavy heart she freed herself from the ropes and  
started coiling them up to pack them away. Sighing softly she rubbed one of her  
breasts before she finally gave up and stowed away her toy pack into her bag.  
Slowly she let go of her fantasies, put on her jacket and left the room,  
climbing down the stairs to join her friends at the fire again.  
  
When she reached the grill her friends were not there. She looked around but  
nobody was near. Two slices of meat were lying on the grid, already burnt to  
black coal. "Carren? Sanna?" she called, but there was no answer. "Come on,  
girls! I know it's halloween, you're not scaring me!" For a few minutes she  
just stood there, but still there was nothing to be heard. 'Oh well, I guess  
I'll just go and play along.' The cat bent down and picked up a flashlight  
that was lying on one of the folding chairs and kept it ready in her paw, while  
she started scouting the area next to the fire.  
  

  After some time she found an abandoned box of cigarettes lying on the ground.  
She picked it up and saw there were still two inside. She knew Carren would  
never throw away her smokes, so she got a little worried, despite of her  
conviction, that they were playing a trick on her. She looked harder and saw a  
faint trail leading from where she stood into the forest. Slowly she took a few  
steps into the woods and tried to follow the path. The noises of the creatures  
in the forest seemed to be louder than they had been before, but she blamed her  
nervousness for that. She nearly jumped when she heard a muffled voice from  
ahead, calling what seemed to be her name. Her ears perked up and turned into  
the direction of the sound, but all was quiet again. "Hello?" she answered,  
"Sanna? Carren? Is that you?" Still there was no reply. Slowly she continued to  
follow the trail.  
  
Finally she reached another clearing, the light of the moon illuminating the  
view before her. A huge stone hill was rising in front of her, overgrown with  
moss and ivy. The pale light was turning the place into something unreal and  
Leigh shivered a little. "Girls?" she called out again. "Are you there?" This  
time she heard the suppressed voice again, and it seemed to come directly from  
the hill before her. "Carren?" she answered, but there was no more sound. Step  
by step she approached the stone wall and saw a dark patch set into it. When  
she came closer she saw that it was in fact a small tunnel, leading into the  
hill. She peeked inside and found it completely dark, so she pointed her  
flashlight to the entrance and switched it on.  
  

  The tunnel was indeed quite small, not more than five feet wide and six feet  
tall. The walls were bumpy but smooth, as if it had been constructed by people  
a long time ago. Slowly she entered the passage and went on, shining her light  
this way and that to find out, where the tunnel might be leading her. Her paws  
were making scraping noises on the floor, causing strange echoes to be thrown  
back and forth by the tunnel walls.  
  
About a minute or two later the flashlight suddenly died. The sudden darkness  
confused her and she stopped dead in her tracks, until her eyes had adjusted to  
the blackness around her again. "Shit!" she cursed under her breath and reached  
out a paw for the wall. Looking back she saw that the passage must have been  
bending a little; the exit was no longer visible. With shaking paws she started  
to tinker with the flashlight, pushing the button multiple times and then  
unscrewing the battery compartment. In her nervous state she managed it to make  
the cap bounce off the lamp and she heard the batteries fall to the floor with  
loud, clattering noises. Scolding herself for being so stupid she knelt down to  
find them, but they seemed to be scattered too far.  
  

  She was just about to turn back and leave when she heard the voice calling out  
for her again, much closer this time. "Sanna? It's me! I'm here!" Slowly she  
stood up again and went on, feeling her way along the tunnel wall, cautiously  
taking one step after another.  
  
Suddenly she felt something brushing her outstretched paw and a moment later  
her wrist was entangled by something. When she tried to pull free she felt her  
paw being held fast, a wet, slimy coil was wrapped around her wrist. "Hey!" she  
managed to exclaim and reached forward with her other arm in an attempt to free  
herself, but she was held back again, another sticky thing keeping her paw in  
a tight grip. Panic took a hold on her and she started to struggle, when she  
heard something moving nearby. Only a moment later more of the slimy coils were  
wrapping up her ankles and even her neck, making the cat gasp in terror and  
fight against the invisible strands. "Help!" she cried out. "Somebody help m-"  
Her calls were cut short by something being pushed into her muzzle. Another  
coil looped around her snout and the back of her head, gagging her effectively.  
  

  Leigh pulled and yanked at the cold, wet bonds that held her, but there was no  
way she could break them. Her coat was being ripped open and a slimy thing  
started to slide down the front of her body, leaving a cold trail behind. At  
the same time her panties were stretched, ripped apart under her short skirt,  
making her cry out in fear, the gag muffling her noises. With all her strength  
she fought against the coils, but she found herself held more and more spread  
out, vulnerable to any attack that might be coming to her.  
  
Her unseeing eyes went wide when she felt a cold, wet touch at her breasts.  
Something was spiraling around the soft, fuzzy mounds and stopped at her  
nipples. Despite her fear she was feeling the tingling radiating through her  
body and she let out a suppressed moan, trying to fight against the unwanted  
and dangerous emotions that started to come up inside of her. Sanna's story  
came back into her mind, but this time she was the victim herself, being caught  
helplessly in a sticky web of the spider, struggling futilely to escape. The  
sensations at her breasts went on and her body betrayed her again, making them  
grow stiff and sensitive to the touches.  
  

  With a cry of surprise and panic she felt something moving between her legs.  
The fur on the insides of her thighs was tickled slightly and a wet touch went  
slowly over her labia. Leigh whimpered in fear while she felt it move forward  
and back over her slit, teasing the tender nub inbetween before resuming its  
motion. With each stroke the wet object parted her labia a bit more, slipping  
along the insides of them and sending spikes of pleasure through Leigh's bound  
body. She tried to fight her captor and her own arousal at the same time, but  
she was failing both. Her breath was coming quickly now and she surrendered  
herself to the creature that had caught her in its trap. Mewling softly into  
her gag she writhed against the coils that held her helplessly spread out, and  
the fire inside of here rose even higher.  
  
Suddenly it stopped. For a moment everything was silent and she hung limply in  
her bonds, huffing and moaning from exertion and arousal. A bright flash of  
light pierced her eyes and she shut her lids with a squeal, turning her head as  
far as the coil around her neck would allow. A few seconds later her eyes had  
adjusted to the brightness again and she could make out her surroundings. And  
what she was seeing before her made her heart skip a beat.  
  

  She was looking into Carren's face, holding another flashlight. Sanna was next  
to her, a mischievous smile creasing her muzzle. Leigh tried to ask them, what  
they were doing, but the gag only let her make unintelligible noises. She  
tried to wriggle free from the bonds again, but she still was held fast. With a  
glance to her sides she saw, that she had been tied up with dripping wet ropes,  
threaded around old supporting beams of the tunnel. The way the knots were  
placed there was no way for her to reach them on her own. She struggled again  
and stopped a moment later when she felt herself getting aroused again. This  
was so embarrassing.  
  
"Trick or treat!" Sanna and Carren chimed and smiled at her.  
  
"I guess we tricked our treat pretty well," Sanna said and smiled at her  
friend.  
  
"Yeah, and what a fine treat it is," Carren answered and turned to Leigh. "When  
I saw you enjoying yourself in bed earlier today I was pretty disappointed that  
you're having fun all alone. So Sanna and I decided to have a little fun with  
\*you\* instead. The breaking flashlight was her Idea, by the way."  
  

  "Yeah," Sanna nodded. "I replaced the bulb with a much weaker type so it would  
fail after a couple of minutes. That was a nice trick, don't you think?"  
  
Leigh couldn't do more than curse and grunt at her friends and they just  
laughed.  
  
Carren stepped forward and let her paws slide through the cat's tabby fur,  
squeezing her breasts gently and rubbing her hard nubs with her paw pads. "And  
now we're going to take what you wanted all for yourself, darling." Her muzzle  
rubbed alongside of Leigh's face and she whispered, "Just relax and enjoy."  
With that the light of the lamp died, leaving the bound cat in darkness.  
  
The moon slowly wandered over the clearing in the woods, the forest was  
peaceful and silent - except for the occasional squeal coming out of the  
darkness of the tunnel.

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