A Muse Released
Iris sneaked back into the office late, her head thumping. Normally
taking a nap in the supply closet perked her right up, but this time it
didn't seem to have done the trick. She still felt groggy and sluggish,
like she'd been hibernating.
Gotta stop sleeping in there if I'm gonna start oversleeping. She
thought, brushing dustbunnies from her skirt.
Iris never normally overslept, but her morning coffee seemed to have
had the opposite effect to the intended one.
"Ma'am? Sorry I'm late, I got held up with the filing, then I decided
to tidy up in there while I was at it..."
This was a safe lie, as Erato seldom left the office and never went to
the filing room. There was no answer from down the hall. She must be
busy, she decided.
The young feline yawned and stretched and tried to rub some of the
sleepiness from her eyes. As her paws reached for the ceiling, she glanced
at the clock.
"Fuck!" She exclaimed, nearly falling out of her chair. She'd been
alseep for three hours!
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." Iris mumbled, quickly dusting herself
off. She moved as quickly and as quietly as she could and made a nice,
big cup of coffee for her boss, then took a deep breath and strode down
the hall to apologise, fumbling for excuses.
Erato's door was wide open, which was unusual. Iris shifted the coffee
cup to her other paw as the heat began to burn her fingers. She slowed
down as she got closer. The door wasn't just open, it was smashed open,
the antique wood now a damaged and scarred plank resting on the floor.
"Erato!"
Iris ran the remaining steps to the doorway and almost fell down. The
door slid a little under her feet, making her stagger. Just as she was
getting her balance she tripped over a sledgehammer carelessly discarded
on the floor. The feline sunk her claws into the doorway and held on
until she was sure of her footing, then let go and looked into the room.
Erato's office was an absolute mess. Paperwork had been scattered
everywhere, forming little white clumps all over the room. It smelled funny
in there too. Not unpleasant, but out of place, but familiar somehow.
On Erato's desk were funny looking objects arranged in an untidy heap, a
pair of edible panties hanging from the edge like a clock in a Dali
painting. Also hanging over Erato's desk was Erato herself.
The satyr's head was resting on the desk, her teeth gritted, low groans
pushing past her lips. Her hair was dishevelled, the dark locks
spreading every which way like the snakes of Medusa. She seemed to be in some
discomfort, judging by the way she was fidgeting and squirming. A
dull, slow little droning sound seemed to be coming from underneath her
too. Iris tilted her head to one side, looking confused. Had she had some
kind of seizure?
"Um...are you alright, ma'am?"
Erato's eyes snapped open and fixed upon her, the goat-like eyes of the
satyr seizing her.
"Where the fuck were you?" Erato screamed.
She jerked violently as she tried to push herself off the desk. There
was a twang and a thump as some sort of restraint pulled her right back
down onto her desk again.
"Where the FUCK were you?" She demanded again, "I've been tied up like
this for three fucking hours!"
Iris knew a pissed off satyr when she saw one. She bit her lip, her
pretty brown eyes widening.
"I...I'm sorry, I don't know what happened! I was just tidying up and I
sat down for a break and when I woke up - "
Iris clapped her hands over her mouth, an embarrassed blush creeping
under the fur.
"Woke up? WOKE UP?" Erato growled, then shuddered and arched her back
for a moment.
"Never mind about that! Get over here and untie me already! For crying
out loud, are you going to stand there all day?"
Iris hurried over like her life rather than her job depended on it. The
buzzing sound got louder as she crouched down and struggled with the
knot, Erato growling curses and demands as the feline picked at the
thick rope. She smiled as the rope finally came away in her paw, freeing
the satyrs wrist. Erato gasped with relief and pushed herself upright,
then reached between her legs.
She tugged gingerly at something buried deep inside her slit, then
gasped as she removed a vibrator from from her body in a slow, smooth
motion that made the satyr shiver. Her legs were rather shakey, and she sat
down heavily upon her office chair as it came free, dropping the toy
onto the desk. Iris' stared at it in wide-eyed surprise. It was rather
damp and sticky.
"Oh, I'm s-sorry Erato. I didn't m-mean to interrupt -"
"Shut the fuck up!"
Erato's finger whipped up and pointed just under Iris' nose, her chair
rocking back against the wall.
"Shut the FUCK up you annoying little lazy bitch. I don't want your
excuses. I don't want to know where the fuck you've been. I want you to
get me a towel, get me the file on some guy named Steel Ankh and then get
the FUCK out."
Iris' lower lip started to tremble, her eyes tearing up. She nodded
anyway and hurried out, tears dripping down her cheeks. Erato ignored them
and cast about, then selected one of the other toys that her tormenter
had left behind. She turned it around and found the power setting,
then turned it on to max.
She'd been promising herself this in between her promises of revenge.
The rat who'd tied her up and left her like this had left the other toy
buzzing away on it's lowest setting. It'd kept her on the brink but
gave her no release, and she was desperate for it.
"Fucking rat's gonna wish he'd never been born" She grumbled, sitting
back in her chair. She winced a little, her furry backside still rather
red and tender all the fur. The bastard had spanked her like a naughty
kid!
Unlike the one she'd been tortured with, the toy Erato had chosen was a
little bigger and a little rougher. It buzzed potently in her paw,
much better than the soft whirr of it's predecessor. She let it tremble
between her fingers for a moment, then turned it off again. The satyr
lifted a small hoof and placed it on the desk, her legs slightly spread.
"Mm...gonna make him so sorry..." She hissed through clenched teeth.
She placed a hand upon her smooth, flat stomach and rubbed upwards. Her
skin felt as though it were two sizes too small. She traced her way up
to her left breast and cupped the small, perky mound, stroking her thumb
over the swollen nipple. She gasped gently.
"Ahhh...that's better...revenge later..." she murmured, closing her
eyes a little.
She put the toy down on the desk and buried her paw in the thick, soft
fur of her thigh. She had an itch she needed to scratch so desperately
before she could properly plan her vengeance.
"Fucking furries...ooooh!"
Her soft, questing fingers glided upwards until they met the outside of
her slit, which was still warm and gooey from the prolonged pleasure
torture. She normally liked to take her time, but she'd had enough
teasing. She needed release.
Erato's fingers entered her body easily, gliding inside in a smooth,
sensual movement. The satyr squirmed a little in her seat and closed her
eyes completely. Her manicured nails slid steadily inside her, rubbing
against the upper wall of her tunnel, the soft flesh squeezing her
fingers. She groaned and added pressure, rubbing her outer sex with the
remaining fingers as she squeezed around the two she was pleasuring
herself with.
She sighed happily and closed her eyes. Ye Gods, but this was what she
needed. She put her other hoof on the desk and leaned back in her
chair, her fingers making soft, slitching noises as she parted her sodden
pussy again and again. Erato whimpered happily and began to curl her
fingers inside herself, plunging them in faster and faster. Her digits
began to get slippery, her inner muscles gripping tight to compensate.
A shuddery little orgasm pulsed through her, but it wasn't nearly
enough. She swallowed up the hesitant twang of pleasure like Charybdis
engulfing a ship and continued. The satyr had barely started. She paused
long enough to groan with delight and slurp upon her thumb, and then her
fingers were back between her thighs and the desperate, painful urge was
once again under attack. She danced her thumb over her clit and
squealed happily as the pleasure surged, her stomach tensing.
Her hooves clicked on the wooden desk, slipping a little, dislodging
toys that toppled onto the floor and nested upon the piles of paperwork.
Erato made soft little grunts and gasps, her fingers working more
busily as the pleasure increased. It felt good after her long denial, but it
wasn't doing the trick for her. She picked up the vibrator she had
picked out for herself and turned it on, examining it for a moment.
Erato held the toy against her sex for a moment, letting the powerful
vibrations flow into her body, shaking firmly against her slit and
against her pleasure button. Pleasure waves pulsed through her, making her
gasp out loud and tilt her head back. She slid the artificial member up
and down a little, letting it's ridges rub against her in interesting,
thrilling ways. The tip was slightly thicker than the rest of the toy,
but it would fit comfortably.
The Satyr turned her wrist and pulled her paw back. She opened her eyes
and watched the toy as she manouvered it between her legs, biting her
lip. The toy's buzz dropped a note as it began to enter her, her tight
inner muscles clamping down around it, stilling it's powerful kick
slightly.
"Oh yes...just what I needed...oh fuck yes..." She panted.
The vibrator throbbed powerfully inside her, stroking and soothing the
fires of lust inside her. She croaked out a throaty gurgle and bit her
lip, simply revelling in the feeling as it pulsed inside her. The
fiery, painful need inside her roared on, but it was no longer as painful or
insistent. She was too deep in her pleasure now, and she didn't need
it's nagging to continue. She began to guide her new toy with two
fingers, pressing it in and out of her, angling it down so that it rubbed
against her g-spot as it slid out.
Another orgasm followed soon after, much more powerful, much more
soothing. She kept up the pressure, the toy nice and slick. She moved her
hand back and forth faster, lifting her hips towards the toy, feeling her
sex tingling in sympathy with the vibrator. Her left foot slipped on
the table, her leg straightening out. She kept the other bent and high
and carried on, her chin pressed against her chest, groaning quietly to
herself.
She moved her free hand back to her breast again, finding the nipple
with difficulty, her chest heaving, her hand shaking a little. Erato grit
her teeth and pushed the toy in and out faster, squeezing around it to
get more of those wonderful vibrations. The textured rubber felt
different to what she was used to, the false veins and ridges grinding deep
against her spasming inner walls.
Erato gasped like a marathon runner. The tight, nagging feeling deep in
her belly was back again, but this time there would be no holding
back, no cruel denial inflicted upon her. She cooed softly, fidgiting in
her seat, the chair creaking beneath her. The fabric was getting rather
damp, but she didn't care. She closed her eyes tight and felt the
pleasure explode inside her in waves. Each powerful, irresistible pulse made
her squeal as firey pleasure roared though her veins. A euphoric rush
of utter bliss washed away her mind for a moment.
Each pulse made her innards contract, her tight slit clutching the toy.
She ground herself against it, rolling her hips, her flat stomach
clenched hard enough to show off her four-pack stomach. The utter relief
was palpable. Orgasms exploded within her, the backlog of pleasure
clearing explosively, messily. With the last climax came utter, complete
relief the likes of which she hadn't felt for a long, long time. She
slumped in her chair and eased the toy free, letting it drop to the floor.
Sweat glistened upon her bare skin. She could feel it soaking the fur
upon her lower half. Her legs were shaky and far too hot, and her groin
felt almost numbed by the relief, the fires put out for the time being.
Eventually, the pleasure faded and her mind came back from the fluffy,
ambrosial high that it had ascended to. She eased her legs back onto
the floor and let out her breath in a long, contended sigh.
"I really, really needed that. Now then..."
She picked up the toy that the rat had left buried inside her and
stared at it while she thought. He was going to have to pay, of course. She
dropped the toy and propped her head upon her chin, thinking it over.
She always did her best thinking after an orgasm.
There were ways and means of getting her revenge, and the satyr was
full of ideas. She was a muse, after all. She rejected most of them as too
extreme. He'd insulted and demeaned her, but he hadn't actually harmed
her. The rat's life would be spared. What was the point in letting
Hades have all the fun with him? She drummed her fingers on the desk, then
brushed everything from it. Her office was a mess. Cleaning it would
be Iris' punishment.
"That doesn't solve my other problem, though." She grumbled.
The rat had used sex against her, and that was how she should take
revenge, she decided. Perhaps asking Aphrodite to cancel the rat's sex life
from now on would be a good start? This idea she rejected too. If he
were a writer of pornography, chances are that had already happened.
Erato wiped her messy fingers upon her outer thigh and decided to think
about it in the shower. She got up and climbed carefully over her
ruined door, then headed down the corridoor to the bathroom she kept there.
The water was always, always good and hot in this building. She was
soon under the hot, warm torrent, in suds up to her elbows, humming an
old temple hymn as she cleaned up.
Steam rose and curled, writhing and rising to condense against the cold
tiles. The sight of the mist gave her an idea. She grinned broadly, a
smile as evil as the one the rat had given her just before she left.
She knew exactly what to do.
"Well, if it's inspiration the rat wants, it's inspiration he'll get.
I'm going to destroy that bastard rat."
Iris was waiting beside her door as Erato walked back towards the
office, brushing her hair. She handed the file to her boss and followed a
few steps behind the satyr, wondering how to broach the subject.
"Iris?"
"Yes Erato?"
"Could you arrange for me to speak with your father? I need a favour
from him, and I don't want Hera finding out."
"Yes Miss Erato, but I'm not sure he'll see you. He's busy these days."
"Just see to it and I'll forget about you sleeping on the job."
Iris lowered her head in shame and blushed hotly.
"I'll go see him right now, Miss Erato."
"Not now. Give me the Steel Ankh files and get my office cleaned out.
Get the door fixed too!"
Iris gave her employer a shy, brief little smile.
"You've got an idea already?"
"Of course. I'm a muse!"