Defanged
Okay, so by and large bondage isn't my thing. But sometimes I feel like getting inside someone else's head and trying to understand why they do the things they do. The only people who really worry me are the ones whose motivation I completely cannot understand, but I'm sure there are extensively trained profilers or something for those guys when they finally run off the rails.
So here's a very short and not at all classy piece mainly inspired by WhiteLupine's illustration of a lioness at http://www.sofurry.com/view/639211 though the setting is entirely different. Feel free to be offended or aroused, depending on your personal preferences. Don't worry, no actual fangs were broken in the making of this story.
"All those beautiful big sharp white fangs, completely impotent," he purrs, caressing her jawline. The enormous pink ball gag inside her mouth keeps her jaws parted and unable to close, while the black stretchy strap on the outside does exactly the exact opposite. "And so now I'm going to pleasure your tailhole, and there isn't a thing you can do to stop me." She glares up at him with passionate intensity, erect nipples and heightened blood-flow saying that really she wants this, even if she doesn't. The rope between her knees and running behind her neck means that she can't pull her legs together, but she can open her thighs wider at any time and this is what she is doing despite herself, the darker hair of her dirtily-smeared pussy and asshole boldly visible as she pushes her crotch forward in little breathless heaves, snorting air through her nose.
He masturbates her gaping asshole and she whines, clearly wanting the real thing. So he gives her a quick lick and slides it in, carefully ignoring any evidence of her discomfort. She struggles and bends until it goes all the way in, then softens and submits desperately as the flat head of his cock butts against her inside.
As he pulls in and out he can smell the stench of her shit, the rich stink of a meat-fed predator freed whether she likes it or not by the opening of her anus. Her entrance clings to him, pulling out a full inch as he drags back coated in her filthy grease, then disappearing inside her to the same degree as he pushes. He can feel her getting juicier as he speeds up and she strains against her bonds, closing her eyes. "Wide open and look at me," he orders.
Because today she has no rights, he feels no obligation whatsoever to warn her and simply keeps fucking her as he cums, and indeed until he loses interest. She shivers as she feels the warmth being churned up deep inside her, filling familiar places where he's gone many times before. Once he's half-limp, he pulls out carelessly and stands up, draping his warm slimy cock along the length of her muzzle and grinding his balls up against the tip of her nose so she has no choice but to breathe past him. "I'm going to rub this big cock in your face so you can smell your dirty ass," he explains. "All day, you won't be able to smell anything except your own ass and my cum in it."
She just groans. There's a painful warmth in her belly that somehow yearns to have his cock back inside her, and stuff that's only partly cum is trickling warmly out of her wrecked asshole because she just can't stop it. The rich stench is wonderful and she can't help but stare breathlessly at his still slightly-dripping cock as he rubs it clean against her mouth and nostrils, deliberately pushing up against those big sharp teeth she can't even move.
He looks into her eyes and smiles, and she does her best to smile back, mostly with her lips and eyes because the muzzle is still restraining her to an excited grimace.
"Well, now I'm going to go have a shower and get cleaned up. You, on the other hand, are going to stay right here for a few hours, during which time you can contemplate just how very lucky you are."
She relaxes and closes her eyes just as soon as he is gone, and she can hear him lock the door and ascend the steps, and she is joyful because he is so very right.