FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Natasha worked her paw steadily around in its binding, her fur hot and itchy under the leather cuff. Half a circle clockwise, an upward twist, then back again and downward. Though her arm was getting sore from the effort, she hoped that getting one paw free might give her enough time to get loose from the rest of her restraints before someone caught her. Her escape plan didn't extend much further than "get free and run", but without knowing more about where she was, there was really nothing else she could plan for.

The cumstains down the inside of her thighs left over from when the still unknown squirrel had used her to get himself off had dried. Nothing was left but an off-colour patch and a lingering scent of stale musk. As violated as she felt, there was no room in her emotions for anger or humiliation right now; sheer fear was taking up all the capacity for feeling she had; and while she didn't know how long it had been, nor did she know how long she would have before someone else came to abuse her; so she was breathing just a little faster from the effort to break the strap.

Twist and pull. Finally... a creak. She'd been putting all her effort into her stronger left hand; while her legs were much more powerful, they were held by three straps each while her paws were only held by one. Encouraged, she twisted back the other way, ignoring the chafing where the cuff pulled through her fur to the skin beneath. Twist. Footsteps outside. She stilled, hoping they weren't coming for her.

The door pushed open, and a lanky form was pushed in by a strong paw. The door slammed shut again while Natasha was blinking the tears out of her eyes. She had no doubt in her mind that the lights were purposely mounted at exactly the right point to blind whoever was bound up. As her eyes readjusted to the dark, the figure caught itself just before it could fall. Female... Natasha pleaded with her, her words muffled into nonsense by the large ball-gag in her mouth. As the girl stepped into the light, the distinctive pattern of a snow leopard was lit up in the barcode-like light from the barred window. She was dressed in thin sheer fabric; a translucent black tank-top and panties not hiding her body at all; matched by slightly darker opera-style gloves, thigh-high stockings, and a garter belt with a bow resting just below her bellybutton. Her collar clashed garishly with the rest of her outfit; instead of a complementary colour, like the royal purple of the arctic fox's, hers was striped orange-and-red.

The leopard hugged right up to the bound fox; their white-and-gray furs meshing together. The skinny girl began running paws over Tasha's body, making her shiver. She was still aching from her earlier denied orgasm. Soft kisses on her cheek, then a whisper in her ear, sounding nearly in tears. "They sent me in to see how you do with same-sex. Please... even if you don't lean that way, don't fight... they'll demote me if I don't force you to make me cum... they want me to force you, to break you, please don't make me do it!" she begged loudly, her paws rubbing gently at Tasha's breasts; the satiny touch of her gloved fingers a strange contrast to her obvious fear and depression. Tasha tensed up quickly; her nipples already perked up from the tiny touch. They'd always been the most sensitive point on her body, and after being molested right to the brink and then denied release just a few hours ago, it only took a couple pinches and pettings before she whimpered involuntarily, beginning to wriggle in her bonds needily.

The snowkitty may have been scared, but she heard the soft sound and was smart enough to know a sweet spot when she found one. She backed off for just a moment, pressing a control button to raise the restraint platform; a soft whine from behind the wall the only tell that a compressor did the hard work. With Natasha at a better height to work on, the other girl edged right up to her again, pressing her satin-covered crotch up to rub gently against Tasha's khaki pants. She tucked both paws along the sides of Tasha's ribs, and leaned down to take a hardened nipple into her mouth. A soft yelp escaped from behind the gag, and the arctic fox began to quiver; the graze of teeth across her sensitive flesh making her buck. The mouth on her breast sucked hard, and her toes curled involuntarily as it came free, the nipple springing back with a little pop noise. She mewed weakly, and shook her head, hard, trying to clear the sudden wave of vertigo that the intimate touch caused. It faded quickly, but then came back in vengeance when she felt the hot breath and wet tongue on her other nipple. She wherfed loudly, then again a second time as she felt fingers sneaking into the waistband of her pants.

Tasha had never experimented as a teenager, never had a boyfriend try to convince her that a threesome would be fun, so being touched by another girl was an entirely new experience to her, and she began to jump as much as she could while strapped in place so tightly. The feline's mouth came free and began exploring, nibbling up towards her neck and biting down there. Fingers dove straight into Tasha's sticky panties and ran tenderly across her lips, giving them a very gentle but knowing feel. She whimpered again, bucking her hips quickly. Maybe she'd just had bad lovers, or maybe practice did make perfect; but for the second time since waking up in this strange place, she struggled to contain herself as the leopard's fingertips found exactly the right spots to touch without even hesitating. The paws drew back, stroking her sides, and she moaned, lewdly, not even caring any more about how slutty she sounded. To build her up and leave her burning to cum a second time would be just too much; she felt like she would rip the restraints out of the wall if they tried.

The teeth explored a little further upwards, biting at her cheek gently. The whispering voice returned to her ear. "I'm not supposed to let you cum, but I don't want to have to fight you..." The nibbling and voice switched to the other ear, trying to look like simple biting to whoever might be watching. "Lick me to orgasm, promise not to moan, and I'll finger you off." She drew back, not even waiting for a reply, and pressed the control pad again. The wrist restraints dropped quickly, the pole they were attached to moving towards the back of the room, while the knee platform both lowered and tilted backwards about 45 degrees. Tasha grunted as more of her body weight pulled on her wrists, but while it was a little uncomfortable, it wasn't agonising. She was more worried about the fact that she had dropped low enough that her face was at the level of the other girl's crotch, and before the platform had even dropped all the way, she was stepping forward, straddling Tasha's body.

The stockings rubbed up gently across her sides, and the kitty soon had her crotch inches from the tip of Tasha's nose. Tasha blushed redly, because she could smell that the leopard - for all of her protests otherwise - was quite aroused by feeling up another girl. It wasn't just that that embarrassed her; it was he knowledge that she was just as wet and worked up as her counterpart. She jumped again as a paw came to rest on the damp spot in her pants once again, rubbing her through the fabric. Her eyes closed, and she felt fingers probing behind her head, undoing the strap that held her gag in place. It clicked open, and she pushed the gag out vehemently with her tongue, working her jaw, which felt weird after being gagged for hours. With an effort, she made herself look up from between the snow leopard's thighs, the two girls making uncomfortable eye contact.

The scantily-dressed cat looked away first, and wriggled her hips forward, rubbing the crotch of her silk panties up against Tasha's nose. Tasha reluctantly opened her mouth, inhaling the unfamiliar scent of another woman's heat. Her tongue slid out slowly, and traced up the crotch of the panties, making them just a little darker, a little more see-through as she drew up the taste. Her face burned red with shame; here she was, enslaved by her own desperate horniness. She quivered as her pants were unbuttoned, and a toying hand slid down into her panties, going just as slowly as she was. The strange feel of the soft gloves made her tingle, and a soft moan of desperate arousal escaped her. She shook off her reluctance, and began to lick harder, aching to cum now. The fingers in her crotch twitched and wriggled deeper in reply, and she convulsed, pressing her hips forward against the questing paw. She pressed her tongue up against the opening of the other girl's passage, limited by the panties. She was surprised to find a hint of impatience in her heart; she genuinely wanted to rip those panties off and delve deep into the kitty's honeypot. Her fingers twitched a little from a sudden fantasy, aching to trace along that slim body.

Tasha's eyes closed in shame; just half an hour ago she'd been trying to escape, and now here she was burying her face in a stranger's underwear. She nipped at the panties, trying to pull them to one side, but they fit tightly, and slid back into place as soon as she got them to one side. Finally, impatient, Tasha's teeth caught the fabric tightly, and she pulled hard, rewarded with a ripping noise. She opened her eyes up eagerly, and discovered that the tear she'd made was in exactly the spot she wanted it to be; and she dove eagerly back into the silky confines of the feline's stockings and panties, nuzzling her soft thighs as she pushed her tongue through the weakened fabric.

The snowcat looked down, shocked, and yelped as the limber tongue slid inside her. A protest died on her lips and she gave herself into the delicious sensations, speeding up the stroking of the paw tucked into the arctic fox's panties. The girls' whimpers and moans whispered back and forth as Tasha licked and the leopard fingered. Tasha lost her fight first, all the touching from both the squirrel earlier and the snow leopard now taking it's toll. She nearly fainted, breath catching in her chest as she tried not to scream, her entire body quivering. All her best efforts to conceal her orgasm weren't enough, and she yipped softly as the paw stilled, staying where it was. Her tongue, caught in the torn silk, stopped licking, and the snowcat mewed plaintively, grinding her hips forward, until her button slid against foxtongue again. Tasha came back to reality slowly, but as she was still in the grasp of a delicious afterglow, she had no reluctance at all to finish what she had started, and she lapped enthusiastically; the leopard sighing out loudly with her own orgasm after just one more minute.

They shivered together, both of them blushing and not meeting each others' gaze. The door swung open again, and the snow leopard quickly backed away, squirming shyly as she adjusted her ruined panties. Tasha was caught by surprise by the light once again and blinked hard, eyes watering. A large blur in the doorway this time. She wished she could see clearer...

"Very nice work Laura," came a lazy-sounding male voice. A couple of slow claps. "Quite the little eager cunt-licker, mmm? Well done." Tasha reddened again and growled faintly, anger at the slur mixed in with shame. She opened her mouth to protest when the snowcat... Laura... stepped on her tail and spoke over her soft yelp. "Y...yes sir. Thank you sir," she said meekly.

The blur straightened up, taking another step into the room to stand right next to the girl. Reaching out to pet her head, he added "You got her to bring you to orgasm, you didn't take any of your clothes off, and you didn't touch yourself once during the whole process. Just like we told you. Very well done." Laura looked down at the floor, still looking quite nervous. "Of course, you did let her orgasm. Accidentally, I hope?"

"Yes sir, it was an accident. I... wasn't expecting just how horny she was, sir." Tasha kept quiet with an effort, struggling not to protest the way they were treating her like a feral animal.

"Of course, of course. I understand." The voice went from languid approval to angry shouting without so much as a moment's pause. "BARRING THE FACT THAT YOU TOLD HER YOU WOULD!" The paw stroking her cheek suddenly grabbed her throat, shaking her a little. "Did you think we weren't watching? Do you seriously think we're that stupid?" Laura shook with fear, even peeing just a little bit in fear as he drove her back against the wall. The voice went back to perfect calm again, and it was all the more terrifying for that. "For your disobedience, you're reduced one level. That makes you level eight now. Get out of here and go get dressed."

Tasha watched in horror as the snow leopard broke down in tears, cringing and opening her mouth to beg for mercy. Level eight... wasn't that was the point where you couldn't redeem yourself anymore? The large male growled menacingly at Laura and she snapped her mouth closed again, darting out of the room. The sound of her sobs could still be heard coming in from the hall as the large male - a wolf? - walked over to Tasha and crossed his arms.

"You did as you were told, which is a plus in your favor. For ripping her panties, you should be demoted, but you haven't been given the rulebook yet, so I'll let that slide. You weren't supposed to cum. That should also get you demoted, but it won't." He turned, and opened the door, stepping out into the hallway. Tasha let a breath escape that she hadn't realised she was holding, but the burly canine wasn't done yet. He looked back at her. "Its the escape attempt that's getting you demoted. Level six. I'll have someone bring you your new collar in a few minutes. Oh, and don't bother trying to break the cuff, please. Now that you DO know it's not allowed to break or tear things, it'd get you demoted again. Besides, did you forget you're being watched? Even if you did break it, someone would be in here in sixty seconds to put a new one on."

The door closed, and Tasha bit her lower lip, afraid again. It was only a minute before she realised that no one had tilted the table up again, and that her arms were already aching from supporting half her body's weight. She whimpered softly in the darkness, closing her eyes.