{"sf1_id":899,"sf2_id":"J1OrpKQn","title":"Captivity","author":"Eisfuchs","words":12975,"posted_at":"2003-08-25T21:43:00.000Z","tags":["Bisexual","Bondage","Fox","Otter","Raccoon"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/899-captivity","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1OrpKQn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/d2/ee/d2ee5ef1-d8e4-4f93-ae6e-eb5319f7c868","description":"#3 of Just Good Friends","content":" Captivity  \n  \na furry erotic story (C)August 17, 2003 by Eisfuchs ([[email\u0026nbsp;protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection))  \n(vixen, raccoon, otter, bondage)  \n  \n  \nAuthor's note:  \n  \nThis is the third installment of the series about Rey and Donya, two girls who  \nknew each other for a long time and found out about their mutual interest. All  \nparts of the series are written in a way that they can be read without having  \nread their prequels, but I recommend to read them in their chronological order,  \nas of now:  \n  \n01. Random  \n02. Toys  \n03. Captivity  \n  \nThis story is a work of fiction. All characters are (C) by Eisfuchs. This text  \nis for mature readers only, so if you are not of legal age in your country,  \nplease stop reading. I give the permission to repost or upload this story  \nfreely as long as the text and this copyright message are left untouched.  \n  \nIf you are an artist and would like to do an illustration, feel free to do so,  \nas long as you reference this story in your artwork or the description.  \n  \nIf you have comments or requests for other stories just drop me a note. I can't  \npromise that I actually find the time to write it down but, you never know,  \nright? Now, enjoy the story and tell me what you think.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nPart I: More than meets the Eye  \n  \nRey woke with a start, hearing a noise she could not identify right away. It  \ntook her a few seconds to realize that it was the sound of her alarm clock,  \ninsisting that it was time to get up. The vixen groaned and hit the snooze  \nbutton, only to be woken up again a few minutes later. She did this about two  \nor three times, until she finally switched off the alarm and sat up in her bed.  \nThe light of the morning sun was partially blocked by the tightly drawn  \ncurtains but the room was lit well enough to make her blink. She rubbed her  \neyes and tried to clear her mind from the veil of fog that the sleep had draped  \nover her.  \n  \nWaking more and more she gazed around in the room, trying to get a grip on  \nreality again. There were still quite a few toys lying around on her bed and  \nthe floor next to it. The leather cuffs, some lengths of chains, several keys  \nand locks, and even one of the magnetic types that could only be opened with  \ntheir specific counterparts. Rey smiled and picked up one of the gadgets before  \nher. It was her random vibrator, a successor of her first prototype that had  \nstarted it all. This one did no longer need an external control source, but the  \nprogramming was essentially the same, except for the release mechanism that of  \ncourse had been removed.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Sighing deeply she got on her knees and started to crawl around on the bed,  \npicking up the toys as she went. Finally there was nothing more to collect, so  \nshe left her bed and put everything back into the nightstand; she would clean  \nthem all when she came back from work this evening.  \n  \nStretching and yawning she made her way to the bathroom, still a bit clumsy  \nwith sleep. She didn't bother to get dressed too early. In fact she felt like  \nshe was trying to delay it as long as possible. In the last days she had become  \ncomfortable with being nude, and in a way it made her feel more confident than  \never before.  \n  \nLooking into the mirror the first thing she saw was the silver colored ring,  \ndangling from her right ear. Her birthday had really been a day to remember.  \nThe second thing was that she was still wearing the collar Donya had given to  \nher. Rey's left paw traced slowly along the smooth, black leather, fiddling  \nwith the ring in front for some time, tugging playfully. \"Toy,\" she whispered  \nto herself, still a bit puzzled about the way things had developed since her  \nraccoon friend had put this trinket on her. But for now the games were over,  \nand Rey decided to take the collar off. She could imagine the questions of her  \ncolleagues when she kept wearing it in the office.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Keeping one hand at the collar she turned around to go back to the bedroom, to  \n... Rey hesitated, standing on the sill to the room where Donya had left her  \nyesterday afternoon. She couldn't remember where her friend had put the key for  \nthe lock on her neck. Thinking back she realized that she never had actually  \nseen it at all. Slowly she took a few steps to the bed, fumbling with the ring  \nand the brass plate in front of the collar. Just like before she could feel the  \nsmall hole for the key, but there was no way she could open it without  \ndestroying either the leather band or the clasp. Rey felt her blood rushing  \nthrough her body. What was she going to do now? The people in the office would  \nnever understand. She would feel so humiliated. 'Maybe I should call in sick  \nand phone Donya tonight,' she thought. 'I could never-'  \n  \nThe sound of the telephone made her jump and gasp for air. She needed three  \nmore ringings before she had calmed down enough to be able to answer it. Rey  \nwent into the hall and picked up the receiver. \"Hello?\" she asked in the most  \ninnocent sounding voice she could manage. Even though nobody could see her, she  \nfelt like everybody must know that she was stuck in a kinky looking collar,  \ntelling the world what her deepest desires were.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Good morning my dear,\" the voice on the phone said.  \n  \n\"Donya!\" Rey exclaimed. \"You can't imagine how glad I am to hear you!\"  \n  \nDonya chuckled. \"Oh yes, I can,\" she replied. \"I guess you found out by now  \nthat you can't take off your collar, didn't you?\"  \n  \n\"Yeah. I was afraid I'd have to go to work with it. So where did you put the  \nkey?\"  \n  \n\"It's here. I took it with me.\"  \n  \nRey paled under her fur as the words sunk in. \"What?\" she whispered.  \n  \n\"The key to the lock that opens the collar is in my paw at this very moment.\"  \nDonya took her time to emphasize every single word, so they would have the  \nbiggest impact possible.  \n  \n\"But, you can't leave me like this! What would my colleagues say? You can't do  \nthis to me!\"  \n  \nDonya laughed. \"Aww, poor Rey! Don't be so afraid! Do you really think I'd do  \nsomething that could get you into serious trouble?\"  \n  \nRey remembered herself walking through the staircase in the dark, naked, gagged  \nand led by a chain leash, paws cuffed on her back and her random vibe strapped  \nfast in her vagina. But still she had enjoyed the night, and nothing really bad  \nhad happened to her. \"I'm not quite sure,\" she answered, her voluptuous tail  \nflicking uneasily from side to side.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"When you asked me yesterday to leave the collar where it was I had an idea to  \nmake this a little more interesting for both of us. Fortunately I did a little  \nthinking in advance before I had this present made for you. Now go and look  \ninto your wardrobe. You'll find a key hanging down from the inside of the  \ndoor.\"  \n  \nRey took the phone with her and hurried back into the bedroom, where she opened  \nthe door to find the small silver colored object dangling from a delicate  \nchain. She switched on the hands-free set of the phone and put it next to her  \non the bed. Soon she was fiddling around with it in the lock, but it obviously  \ndidn't fit.  \n  \n\"You'll not be able take off the collar,\" Donya continued, much to Rey's  \ndismay, \"yet I'm not leaving you to become the laughing stock of your company,  \nof course.\"  \n  \n\"Please, Donya-\"  \n  \n\"Shh ... Listen, toy! Your collar is more than meets the eye. You know that  \nthere's a lock on the underside of the clasp. But there's also one on the upper  \nside! Try it and you'll see.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Rey quickly found the second key hole, hidden nicely in the folds of metal. She  \ntilted back her head and managed to stick the key into the small gap.  \nCautiously she turned it until she heard a soft click, and the ring fell from  \nthe brass plate into her paw. Slowly she marveled at the object in her paw,  \npicked up the phone again and went back into the bathroom to look at her  \ncollar.  \n  \n\"You see,\" Donya continued, while Rey was walking, \"I wouldn't leave you in a  \nhopeless situation, at least none I couldn't take advantage of personally. And  \nnow I gotta run, I'm already late for work!\"  \n  \n\"Donya! You can't-\"  \n  \n\"Have a nice day, honey! I'll call you tonight!\"  \n  \nThe phone died and Rey sighed deeply while she hurried to the mirror. The  \ncollar still looked a bit out of the ordinary, but without the ring it appeared  \nmore like a daring piece of fashion than a restraining device. It even had a  \nsmall green gem sitting in the middle of the plate. Rey's heart was still  \nbeating like a hammer, but slowly she came to the conclusion that she didn't  \nhave to die here and now anymore. After washing herself and trying to get back  \nto her morning routine she went to the wardrobe again and put the key and ring  \nback on the hook. One last time her paw traced over the leather that was  \nirrevocably encircling her slender neck. She knew that she was going to wear  \nthis collar for a very long time.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\*  \n  \nMike was still not fully awake when he entered his office and let himself slump  \ninto the chair. With a flick of his paw he switched on the flat screen and  \nstarted to sort through the papers that were covering the desk before the  \nkeyboard. New specifications for the interface he was working on, ads and some  \ninvoices. He sighed and stacked them next to the screen. This could wait until  \nhe had had his first cup of coffee.  \n  \nThe cat rose and went into the kitchen. He filled his mug with the steaming  \nhot, black liquid and walked back through the hall to his room. Passing the  \ndoor to the stairs he heard someone enter behind him. He looked over his  \nshoulder and stopped when he saw, who it was. \"Good morning, Rey!\" he greeted  \nand turned towards her, a bright smile on his face.  \n  \n\"Oh, hi Mike,\" the vixen answered. \"Coffee already? That's a great idea!\"  \n  \n\"Yeah. You know that I'm only half a feline before my first sip.\"  \n  \n\"I can relate,\" she said with a smile. \"I think I need a cup, too.\"  \n  \nMike chuckled. \"It seems that all techies thrive on caffeine.\" Then he noticed  \nthe change of the vixen's appearance. \"By the way, that's a nice collar you  \nhave there. Is it new?\" For a brief moment he had the notion that there was  \npanic in the vixen's eyes, but this disappeared as quickly as it had come.  \n'Damn, I need more coffee, I'm already seeing things,' he thought.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, you noticed?\" she asked and touched the trinket fugaciously. \"A friend  \ngave it to me. I think it's a bit extravagant, but-\"  \n  \n\"No, I think it fits you nicely,\" he said quickly, hoping that she did not  \nsense his nervousness. He wondered, who this friend might be. Nobody knew very  \nmuch about Rey's private life, and he didn't even know if she had a boyfriend  \nor not. But he didn't dare to ask.  \n  \n\"Mike? Are you okay?\"  \n  \nThe feline blinked, recognizing that he was staring at her, and looked away  \nquickly to take a sip from his mug. \"Sure! I'm fine,\" he said when he had  \nswallowed. \"Well, I've got to go, the interface still needs fixing. Have a nice  \nday then!\"  \n  \n\"Have fun!\" she said with a smile and left him, walking down the hall to her  \nown office. The silver colored ring on her ear reflected the light of the  \nfluorescent tubes at the ceiling as she went.  \n  \nMike hurried down the hall into his room and leaned heavily against the wall,  \ntrying to get his head clear. 'Gee, Mike! Calm down! She's still Rey, no matter  \nwhat she looks like now. She /has/ a pretty tail and ass, yeah, but you knew  \nthat since the day she came here, didn't you?' Strangely he started feeling  \nsomething for her, even though he suspected that she was already spoken for.  \nShe surely /had/ changed in the last couple of weeks. The shy, almost timid  \nprogrammer with the brilliant brains had turned into a self-confident woman.  \nWhat else could be responsible for such a change in personality than a  \nboyfriend? And the collar she wore now only emphasized the changes.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It took some time until he finally could think rationally again. He returned to  \nhis desk and set down the mug. His decision was set to find out what was behind  \nall this, but there were more important things to do now. Sighing deeply he  \ngrabbed the mouse and started to get to work again.  \n  \nDuring the next days Mike kept as close to Rey as he thought he could be  \nwithout harassing her. She kept wearing her new collar and the earring, so they  \nweren't just mere pieces of garment. The rest of her outfit changed every day,  \nbut those two pieces always stayed. And every new day he found himself getting  \nmore and more attracted to her.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \n\"Finally!\" Rey exclaimed and slapped her paws together. She stared at the  \nscreen and read the numbers that her algorithm had spat out. Everything was  \njust as she had expected. \"You dumb piece of electronic junk! I beat you!\" With  \na triumphant move she pushed the exit button and tagged the files as \"release  \ncandidates\". With a smile she looked at the clock. 'Right on time!' she  \nthought. She left the machine running, switched off the screen and cleaned up  \nher desk for the week-end. She was just about to stand up and leave the office,  \nwhen someone entered the room.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Hi Rey! You're leaving?\" Mike stood in the door, smiling at her.  \n  \n\"Yeah. I just finished the algorithm for the GPS system,\" she said. \"How's your  \nproject coming?\"  \n  \n\"Oh, I'm doing fine. It's still a long way to go, but I'm making good  \nprogress.\" He hesitated a moment, before he spoke again. \"Rey?\"  \n  \n\"Yes?\"  \n  \n\"A couple of friends of mine and me are going to the movies tonight. I was  \nwondering if you - you know - if you'd like to join us. It's going to be a very  \nfunny flick, and afterwards we could go for some burgers or something.\"  \n  \nThe vixen smiled and stood up, walking to the door. \"That sounds really good,  \nMike, but I already have an appointment tonight. My sports partner's coming  \nover for a match, she wants to get a revanche for last time.\" She walked past  \nhim into the hall and turned around to look at him. \"But it's nice of you to  \nask.\"  \n  \nMike's ears lay flat, but he smiled. \"Oh, I see. Well, another time then.\"  \n  \n\"Sure. See you on Monday!\" Rey turned around with a flick of her tail and  \nheaded off to the staircase. 'Poor Mike,' she thought. 'He's such a sweet guy,  \nbut not really my type. I hope he didn't expect too much.' With a sigh she  \nopened the door and left.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nPart II: Toys are meant for playing  \n  \nRey steered her small Subaru off the parking lot and threaded into the evening  \ntraffic of the city. But instead of driving home directly she skirted around  \nthe border of the district, aimlessly taking turns and driving down alleys she  \nnever had been to until now. Heavy raindrops started to fall onto her  \nwindshield, and she turned the wipers on. She was deep in the suburbs of the  \ncity when she finally pulled over and stopped the car to try to get her  \nbearings - physically as well as mentally.  \n  \nQuietly she sat there, listening to the rain falling on the roof of her car and  \nthinking about where to go next. Only now she realized what she had been doing:  \ntrying to find the mansion, where Donya had led her the other night. This place  \nstill was working its magic on her, and she was longing for to find it again.  \nMaybe she would meet the otter there again ... But what if it was only a place  \nto rent for whoever needed a nice location for a meeting? And without any clue  \nshe would never find it on her own.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Sighing deeply she started the engine again and turned around. The clock told  \nher that there was no more than half an hour before Donya would come to visit,  \nso she didn't waste any more time to get home.  \n  \nThe first thing she did when she closed the door behind her was getting rid of  \nher clothes. It was like a ritual, as if the mundane problems and sorrows were  \nsticking to them, and she could just toss them away for the time being. She  \nwent into the bathroom and took a shower, the hot, clean water washing away the  \nlast remains of the working day. After shower she toweled down and brushed her  \nvoluptuous tail, checked her appearance in the mirror and smiled, when she saw  \nthe sparkling trinket in her right ear.  \n  \nIn a much higher mood now she ambled into the bedroom, took the cuffs from the  \nnightstand and attached one of them to each limb, locking them with the small  \nbrass padlocks she admired so much. The ring for her collar was next. She  \nopened the wardrobe, took it from the hook where Donya had left the key for her  \nand snapped it into the clasp of the collar. Now she was ready for the evening.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Since she had discovered the fun of being a toy she had started to fall into  \nthis role even when she was alone. The cuffs and the collar were the only thing  \nshe wore, and sometimes she even locked herself up in front of the television,  \njust to feel the exquisite helplessness she was longing for. Giggling to  \nherself she matted down some errant strands of fur that stood upright while  \ndrying and went into the kitchen to prepare some small snacks for tonight.  \n  \nHaving all set up she sat down at the living room window and looked out to the  \nstreet. The rain had turned into a pour, and the vixen watched the heavy drops  \nspatter on the pavement underneath the street lights. Rey impatiently glanced  \nat the clock on the wall and back to the street again. Just at this moment a  \ncar came around the corner, stopping before her house. Her heart made a short  \nleap of joy when she saw her friend stepping out onto the street, ducking  \nbefore the rain and walking quickly out of sight.  \n  \nRey was already standing at the entrance when the door bell rang, pushing the  \nbuzzer to let her friend in. She opened the door just a bit to see her climbing  \nup the stairs and retreated a step when the raccoon entered her flat. \"Hi  \nDonya!\" she greeted her cheerfully.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Hey honey!\" her friend said, putting down the bag that she had used to protect  \nher head from the weather. \"I hope you didn't wait too long.\"  \n  \n\"Oh yes, I did!\" Rey replied and eagerly embraced her friend. The smell of rain  \nmingled with the scent of her freshly cleaned fur. Her cuffs jingled a bit when  \nshe broke the hug and stood back. \"I was so lonely without you!\"  \n  \n\"Poor toy,\" Donya said and smiled. She extended a hand to Rey's face and  \nstroked her cheek for a moment, while she admired the naked form of her friend.  \n\"I'll always come back to you, you know that. But before we'll do anything  \ntonight, I need a towel. My headfur's a mess!\"  \n  \nDonya and Rey were finally settling in the living room and started talking  \nabout things that had happened over the days. Donya's company was moving, and  \nshe had spent the whole day packing stuff into boxes and collecting  \nstationaries and other loose stuff lying around. It would be a week or more  \nbefore she could get back to her accountings again. \"The only good thing about  \nthis is that you get to see a lot of nice ass of the moving company's workers,\"  \nshe smirked and made a gesture with her paws that was meant to resemble the  \nshape of the butt.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"That reminds me of Mark,\" Rey said with a smile. \"He's one of the programmers  \nthat work on the other side of the hall. I already told you about him, didn't  \nI?\"  \n  \n\"Yes. He's a feline if I'm not mistaken.\"  \n  \nRey nodded. \"Well, he tried to hit on me today. He wanted to take me out to the  \nmovies tonight.\"  \n  \nDonya smiled. \"Is that so? And why didn't you go?\"  \n  \nThe vixen looked at her friend in mock anger. \"You know exactly why,\" she said.  \n\"After all /we/ had a date!\"  \n  \n\"Of course, hon! I'm just teasing you. So tell me, is he cute? What does he  \nlook like? Do you like him? Does he have a nice butt?\"  \n  \n\"Yes, he has,\" Rey giggled. \"And he's cute - in a way. But not my speed. I  \ndon't think he'd care for me the same way you do. He's just too shy for that.\"  \n  \n\"Look who's talking,\" Donya replied and ruffled Rey's headfur, ignoring the  \nprotests of her toy. \"So there's no reason for me to fear that he's going to  \ntake you away from me?\"  \n  \nRey grinned mischievously. \"That depends on how strong my bonds to you are,\"  \nshe said in a soft voice.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Donya's ears perked up and she turned her head to face her friend. Slowly she  \nstood up and pushed Rey back into the cushions of the couch. \"As strong as I'll  \nhave to make them, my sweet toy!\" Moving swiftly she wrestled Rey around so  \nthat she was sprawled on the couch and pinned her paws down next to her head.  \nFortunately there were already some padlocks lying on the table, so the raccoon  \ndidn't waste any time and locked the paws of her friend over her head. Rey  \nsquealed in delight and tried to get away in a mock fight, but in a matter of  \nminutes she was chained helplessly by her arms and legs, panting heavily and  \nanticipating the treatment she was going to receive.  \n  \nDonya finally sat down, straddling Rey's thighs and rested her paws on the  \nvixen's belly, toying with the rich white fur. The helpless girl murred and  \nmoaned in delight while the raccoon let her paws wander over her chest and  \nbreasts, kneading the soft mounds firmly every now and then. \"You know, my  \ntoy,\" Donya started, while she was teasing her friend with just a hint of her  \nclaws, \"when we started playing I was not sure what to make out of this, and I  \nstill don't know why this is so much fun. But I really like it when you're all  \ntied up or chained just like now. In moments like this it feels just like you  \n/belonged/ to me, as if I found you on the market and brought you home for my  \ncollection.\" Donya smiled. \"I hope this doesn't sound too arrogant.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Not at all,\" Rey replied cheerfully. \"Don't be scared about what you're  \nfeeling. This is just what I'm longing for, being owned by someone I trust and  \ncare for. Tie me up, chain me to the bed, muzzle me, blindfold me when ever you  \nwant to ... I'll love it! There's nothing I want more than surrender myself to  \nyou! You're my owner, I'm your toy! That's just the way it is.\"  \n  \n\"Thanks for the comfort, hon. I guess I know that it's alright. However, I  \n/was/ a bit nervous when I took you to the party that night and traded you to  \nthe otter for that skunk. That was a bit risky I guess.\"  \n  \nRey giggled and writhed a little in her cuffs. \"I remember that I was nearly  \nbreaking down with tears when I saw you walking away with her, but somehow it  \nwas exciting, too. And the otter guy was very nice. I wish I knew who they  \nwere.\"  \n  \n\"I can't tell you,\" Donya said firmly and tapped her index finger on Rey's  \nnose. \"Maybe we can arrange something in the future, but their identities must  \nremain secret.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I know, I know,\" the vixen replied. \"I'm just curious.\"  \n  \nDonya rose and got off the couch, leaving Rey helplessly bound where she was.  \n\"Curiosity not only kills the cat,\" she remarked when she left the room for the  \nkitchen. Only a few moments later she came back and placed a sturdy kitchen  \nchair in the middle of the room. \"I think it's time to get your brains to think  \nabout something else than the mansion.\" She left the room again, this time to  \ngo into Rey's bedroom and rummage through the collection of toys in her  \nnightstand. Rey craned her neck to watch the door until Donya came back, the  \nstrap-on dildo and a big bottle of lubricant in her paws. \"I always wondered  \nwhy you bought this one,\" the raccoon mused while she climbed back to Rey onto  \nthe couch. \"Was there another female before me?\"  \n  \nThe vixen giggled and lifted her rump as good as she could while Donya started  \nto fiddle around with the buckles and straps. \"Actually, I don't really know  \nwhy I got it in the first place. It was the first time I was in a sex shop and  \nit kinda excited me. I always wondered how it would feel to have a cock, so I-\"  \nshe stopped and started to moan when her friend began to slide the  \nwell-lubricated inside shaft into her. Panting heavily she waited until the  \nfirst rush subsided and went on. \"But I never actually played with it, until  \nyou came along to use it on me.\" Rey writhed a bit in pleasure while Donya  \nsecured the strap-on with the final tug on the leather belt. \"Mmmh, and I can't  \nsay that I regret you breaking my privacy that night.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Yeah, that time curiosity was nearly killing /me/.\" Donya grabbed the shiny  \nblack outer dildo and gave it a few experimental strokes. Her friend started to  \nmoan and closed her eyes for a moment, so the raccoon took this as a sign to  \nmove on with the game. She unlocked Rey's hind paws and did the same with the  \nother pair. \"Follow me, my toy.\"  \n  \nRey slowly sat up, groaning at the pressure in her abdomen, grabbing her  \nfriend's outstretched arm for support. Her legs were a bit weak, but she  \nfinally stood and was led to the chair in the middle of the room to sit down on  \nit, the strap-on obscenely sticking out from her body like a fully erect male  \npenis. She shifted around a bit on the seat to find a comfortable position for  \nher butt and tail, knowing that she would be forced to stay here for longer.  \n  \nThe raccoon didn't waste any time and started to tie the vixen to the chair.  \nUsing a good measure of strong white rope she attached her friend's legs to  \nthose of the chair, looping numerous times around the limbs and tying it off  \nunderneath the seat. Another length of rope went around Rey's waist, securing  \nher upper body and tail to the back of the chair, restricting her movement to  \nthe point of near immobility. When her legs and body were firmly rooted to the  \nspot her paws were next in line. Donya locked them together on the back of the  \nchair and attached a short chain to them that was fastened to the chair's  \nunderside.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Rey was in heaven. Having Donya working on her, she basked in the feeling of  \nslowly getting more and more helpless by the minute. First her legs were tied  \ndown, then her body and tail. And now she was losing the last bit of freedom  \nwhen her front paws were locked securely behind her back, trapping her  \neffectively to the chair. No amount of struggling or pulling would get her out  \nof this now. Feeling the hopelessness of the situation made her moan and writhe  \nin her bonds, and every tug on them only heightened her arousal.  \n  \nDonya stood back for a moment, admiring her work. Rey was completely at her  \nmercy now and she was going to exploit that to it's fullest extent. She took  \nher time to shed her clothes while watching the vixen writhe and fight against  \nthe ropes, unable to escape their tight grip. Slowly she approached her bound  \nfriend again and sat down on her lap, facing her and threading her legs through  \nthe rear bars of the chair. The dildo was poking at her belly and she stroked  \nit a few times, eliciting excited yips from her friend. Her other paw was  \ncaressing the vixen's headfur and she bent over to lick Rey's lips. A few  \nmoments later they were kissing with lust, tongues dancing and twirling about  \neach other. Donya's paws were now roaming freely over the exposed fur of her  \nfriend, kneading her breasts and tugging teasingly at the ropes. Her own  \narousal built quickly until she could not wait any longer. Without breaking the  \nkiss she lifted her rump and moved it along the tip of the strap-on, letting it  \nslide down her belly and invade her private regions. Slowly she guided her  \nabdomen forward, enjoying the deep moans of her helpless friend due to the  \nmovement, until she finally felt the head touch her womanhood.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Rey gasped for air when she felt the plug in her vagina shift and vibrate in a  \nmost pleasurable way. Donya was positioning herself over the outer shaft and  \nstarted to apply pressure. The raccoon's left paw was spreading her lower lips  \nto make it easier for the head to penetrate her, while the other paw was  \nstroking Rey's face and headfur. The pressure rose a bit more and the vixen let  \nout a loud moan when she felt the strap-on slide forward just a bit, entering  \nthe moist tunnel between the legs of her friend and captor. Donya was moaning,  \ntoo, slowly impaling herself on the long black rod. When it had gone about an  \ninch or two the raccoon's other paw returned to the chair. Now she was  \nsupporting herself with both arms to keep her balance while she slowly began  \nrocking herself up and down, driving the dildo deeper with every thrust of her  \npelvis. Rey felt the alternating movements in her own vagina as well and let  \nout excited yips and moans. Her eyes were shut tightly and she writhed and  \nfought in her bonds, taking in the futility of her exertions. Again she was  \nreminded of the night in her bed, when Donya had taken advantage of her  \nself-imposed bondage, but this time it was not /her/ who was on the loose end  \nof the prick. The stimulation was not as intense as it had been back then, but  \nit was wonderful, anyway.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Donya rode her friend a bit faster, now that the whole shaft was sliding in and  \nout of her, glistening and slick with her own love juices. She was not holding  \nback any longer, picking up speed every minute. The loud moans of the vixen she  \nwas riding heightened her emotions even more. She knew that her friend was  \nhelplessly stuck below her, doomed to receive the treatment she had planned for  \nher, and she also knew that she was enjoying this immensely, just like herself.  \nPushing all thoughts away she concentrated on the carnal lust that was now  \nrushing through her, mercilessly pounding the shaft up and down inside of her,  \ndriving herself towards the hill of pleasure.  \n  \nRey's mind was clouded with lust, filled with the screams and moans of her  \nfriend, mingling with her own yips of frustrated exertion. She fought, she  \ntugged fiercely at her bonds, trying to rip them apart, to channel the sexual  \nenergy that was being pumped into her by the raccoon and break the ropes with  \nit. But the ties held her fast; she was helplessly trapped, forced to endure  \nthe powerful strokes that the inside shaft was making due to Donya's wild ride.  \nRey bit her lips and groaned when she finally felt her friend climax on top of  \nher, felt the warm fluids of her orgasm trickle down the strap-on and soak her  \nown fur. The raccoon ground her hips onto the shaft a last time before she  \ncollapsed on top of her, panting hard and tightly embracing her upper body. Rey  \nmoaned and panted in frustration while she felt the heat of her friend slowly  \nsubsiding. Her own arousal was still on fire, her needs unfulfilled. And  \nsomething inside of her told her, that Donya was perfectly aware of this.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She was right, of course. Donya kept sitting in her lap for some time, still  \nimpaled on the artificial phallus that was strapped tightly around the vixen's  \nwaist. Rey was panting along with her friend, still trying to get her share of  \nthe ride, but her bonds made it impossible for her to move around and stimulate  \nherself. So she just moaned and wheezed while the raccoon recovered from her  \nclimax.  \n  \nWhen Donya finally straightened her upper body again, Rey groaned softly. The  \nshaft moved slightly and sent most welcome feelings into her groin. But the  \npleasure didn't last long. The raccoon slowly lifted her rump again, causing  \nRey to strain against her entrapment once more, and finally let the shaft slide  \nout of her completely. The black material was glistening wet and sparkled in  \nthe light. \"Donya, please,\" Rey moaned. \"Don't leave me like this!\"  \n  \nDonya giggled softly while she extricated herself from the chair. Her legs were  \na bit wobbly from the exertion so she used the chair's back for support. \"Of  \ncourse not, my toy,\" she said with a mischievous grin around her muzzle. \"I'll  \nfind some more things to do with you.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Rey's ears lay flat on her skull when she contemplated what her friend had  \nsaid. It definitely didn't mean that she would grant her release very soon.  \n\"You're a bitch,\" the vixen spat out.  \n  \n\"And you like it!\" Donya replied with a broad smile.  \n  \nRey couldn't argue. She was right.  \n  \n\"And now, stand up, my little toy,\" the raccoon announced. She started to untie  \nher friend and helped her out of her seat when she was done. Rey groaned deeply  \nand tried to grind her hips against the strap-on, but Donya would not have  \nthis. She quickly led her friend to the couch and told her to lie down. She  \nlifted her front paws over her head again and locked them to the chain that was  \nstill fastened there. Then she did the same with her legs, leaving her friend  \nsprawled out and still burning hot. Donya left her for a minute to go to the  \nbathroom. When she came back she sat next to her friend and gave her a deep  \nkiss, stroking and ruffling the thick white fur on her chest. After their lips  \nhad parted again, she took her time to clean up the mess she had left in Rey's  \nlap with a warm, wet sponge, paying extra attention to the black shaft that was  \nstill protruding from her groin. Rey writhed and moaned under the treatment,  \nand Donya took this as a reason to continue her stroking and wiping, but never  \nstrong enough to give the vixen release.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Rey felt the sponge damping and cleaning her fur, and the shaft was stirring  \ninside of her, keeping her aroused. After Donya was done, she picked up the  \nmuzzle harness she had brought back and fastened it around Rey's head,  \neffectively silencing her. Rey tried to fight it, but without her paws and  \nstill horny like hell she was in no condition to resist her friend's deliberate  \nactions. Helplessly she felt her muzzle being strapped shut tightly by the  \nharness. When Donya was satisfied with her work she leaned back on the couch  \nand switched on the TV, zapping through the channels. All the time she kept on  \nstroking the black shaft with slow motions, making the vixen shudder and groan,  \nstraining in her bonds. With newfound energy Rey shook her head violently,  \ntrying to dislocate the harness, but she knew this device too well already. It  \nwould never come off unless Donya decided otherwise. Her fight slowly subsided  \nwhen she gave in to the sweet torture her friend was giving her with the  \nstrap-on, fully aware that she wasn't going to climax in the near future.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Finally Donya found a channel that was airing some music show. She put down the  \nremote and let go of Rey's shaft, much to the vixen's dismay. She ruffled the  \nfur on her friend's head and started to remove the straps around her lower  \nbody. Rey's eyes got wide when she felt the inner shaft slowly slide out of  \nher, the vacant space in her groin suddenly feeling so unfamiliar. The raccoon  \nput the toy aside and took another one from the table. Rey inhaled deeply when  \nshe felt her random vibe being pushed into her instead, slowly entering her  \nvaginal orifice until it was fully inside. Donya secured the toy with Rey's  \ncrotch straps and switched it to its lowest setting. Then she stood up, kissed  \nher helpless vixen friend briefly on the nose and said, \"I'm going to take a  \nshower. You just have fun while I'm away!\" With a cute flick of her bushy tail  \nshe turned around and walked out of sight. And not even Rey's muffled screams  \nof frustration and need made her come back.  \n  \nRey tried to listen to the soft sounds from the bathroom, but the situation  \nmade it impossible for her to concentrate on anything but her bondage. Every  \ntime the vibrator decided to stimulate her, she tugged fiercely at the manacles  \nholding both her front and hind paws securely trapped to the couch. And every  \ntime the vibe fell silent again she sank back with a huff of desperation,  \ntrying to get as much as possible from the sensations she was forced to endure.  \nAnd yet it was not enough to get her release. It just teased her, building the  \nheat inside her up to a certain level and letting her down again. But as  \nfrustrating as it was, Rey was enjoying it immensely. She longed for the final  \npeak to send her over the edge, but at the same time she wanted the torture to  \nlast an eternity.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Donya turned off the shower and got out of the tub, rubbing down her fur to dry  \nit at least a little and taking her time brushing through it. Every now and  \nthen she heard muffled yelps and soft whimpering from the living room, signs of  \nher friend having a good time. But she was going to make sure that this time  \nwould not end too soon. Ever since Rey had spoken about the mansion again she  \nhad been thinking about a little surprise for her toy, something that would  \nreally drive her crazy tonight. She smiled. Of course, she would have to ask  \n/him/ if he was going to help her, but she had a feeling that he would. When  \nshe was done with her fur she stepped out into the hall and picked up the  \nphone.  \n  \nAnother wave of pleasure rushed through her body when the vibrator came to life  \nagain. Rey struggled again, felt the cuffs and chains holding her in her trap,  \nthe muzzle that was silencing her. With all her strength she fought and tugged,  \nbut she was bound inescapably to the couch. With her eyes tightly shut she  \ntried to intensify the feelings that fueled her arousal, tried to wriggle and  \nfight as much as she could, before the stimulation would cease again. And much  \ntoo soon it did. A high pitched whimper came from her strapped muzzle when she  \nsank back into the cushions. She was panting heavily from the exertion now,  \ninhaling deeply through her nose while she tried to regain her strength for the  \nnext wave.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She nearly jumped with surprise when she suddenly felt a soft slap on her butt.  \nDuring her struggles she had been rolling all over and was now lying on her  \nbelly, exposing her rear end and tail to her friend. Donya had come back to  \nher, and obviously she was enjoying the sight before her. The vixen looked up  \nat Donya and tried to turn around again, but the raccoon held her back. \"No,  \nhoney! I think I want to enjoy the view a bit longer.\" With soft but steady  \nmotions she fondled Rey's cheeks and tail base, kneading and massaging her  \nfriend in a most pleasurable way, and giving them the occasional soft slap. Rey  \ngroaned a bit at the treatment but she could do nothing to stop it. She felt  \nhow the movement of Donya's paws triggered her sexual fires again, rubbing and  \nkneading just the right way to make the vibrator in her slide around this way  \nand that.  \n  \nDonya kept her toy captive for several more hours, removing the muzzle harness  \nevery now and then only to let her friend cool down a bit and have a sip of  \nwater or juice. But she didn't release her or let her arousal subside  \ncompletely. She frequently pushed her up to sexual frenzy again, only to let  \nher recover once more. Then she would start all over, teasing the vixen until  \nshe could not take anymore.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Some time after eight o'clock Rey collapsed and nearly passed out, drifting  \ninto a dream like state on the brink of unconsciousness. She desperately tried  \nto stay awake, tried to get her release before the sleep came, but eventually  \nshe lost the fight, giving in to the pulling fingers of exhaustion. Darkness  \nfinally claimed her.  \n  \n  \n  \nPart III: Remote Control  \n  \nSleep kept her in it's grasp, holding her in an unbreakable embrace with unseen  \nbonds. More than once she felt like she was waking up but every time she sank  \nback into the dark and cozy silence. She dreamed of Donya, her friend, dreamed  \nof being shifted and rolled around, the voice of the raccoon whispering  \nindistinguishable words and phrases. It was fading again soon, leaving her once  \nmore in the emptiness of sleep.  \n  \nFinally Rey woke with a start. She quickly sat up and looked around for some  \nmoments until her mind cleared enough for her to realize, that she was still in  \nher living room. Rubbing her eyes and yawning widely she took stock of her  \ncurrent situation. Her muzzle was free, she was not chained down anymore, yet  \nher paws were locked to her collar. The cuffs on her legs were locked together  \nbut she could move them around freely. Some fragments of her dream must have  \nbeen true then. Donya had unlocked her from the couch and retied her paws so  \nthat she could sit up. But where was the raccoon?  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Thinking about the past few hours made her aware of her arousal again and she  \nfelt the heat starting to rise once more. Shifting around a bit she felt that  \nthe straps and vibe were gone, too. For one this was a good thing, but she  \nstill wasn't able to help her arousal along, with her paws locked to her  \ncollar. She gave them an experimental tug to feel her trapped state a bit more,  \nwhen suddenly the phone rang.  \n  \nRey looked around for her friend, but she was still nowhere in sight. \"Donya?\"  \nshe called. \"Are you there?\" Still nothing but the phone. Rey turned to the  \ntable and saw the phone lying there, next to the keys for her manacles.  \nSurprised she waited a few seconds before she bent over and picked up the  \nphone. It was a little difficult to handle with her paws cuffed to her neck,  \nbut she finally managed to answer. \"Hello?\"  \n  \n\"Hi honey!\" Donya's voice answered. \"Did you sleep well?\"  \n  \nRey frowned. \"Yeah ... I was a bit ... exhausted. Where are you?\"  \n  \n\"Not far away, my dear, don't worry. I thought you might want to try something  \ndifferent tonight.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I wonder when we're going to do something perfectly normal,\" Rey replied.  \n  \n\"Oh, that would be boring, don't you think?\"  \n  \n\"Probably, yes.\"  \n  \nDonya giggled. \"I suppose you're still wearing your cuffs, right?\"  \n  \n\"Yes.\"  \n  \n\"Good girl. Unlock them, but keep the cuffs on your wrists and ankles.\"  \n  \nRey tried to pick up the keys from the table while still holding the phone. \"Um  \n... that's not easy ... give me a few seconds.\" The vixen twisted her paws  \naround a bit and fiddled with the keys until one of the locks snapped open with  \na metallic click. \"Okay, got it.\" She unlocked the cuffs on her hind paws, too  \nand put the locks and keys back onto the table. \"Now what?\"  \n  \n\"Put on the muzzle harness and lock it. Leave the keys on the table.\"  \n  \nRey hesitated. \"You know that I can't talk to you anymore, once I did this?\"  \n  \n\"Yes, I know. But as long as I can hear you going 'M-hm' or something, that'd  \nbe enough.\"  \n  \n\"If you say so ... I really hope that you know what I'm doing.\"  \n  \nDonya laughed. \"Yeah, I do, my toy. So put the harness on and strap it tight.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Of course.\" Rey smiled and put down the phone for the moment. Then she took  \nthe gag from the table and began to strap it around her muzzle and head, making  \nsure that she could not open her mouth the slightest bit anymore. She locked  \nthe buckles with the small brass padlocks and put the keys next to the others.  \nThen she picked up the phone again and said, \"M-hm.\"  \n  \n\"Ah, sounds good,\" Donya giggled. \"Now go to the bedroom and open the window. I  \nwant to see you standing there.\"  \n  \n'So she really must be somewhere near,' Rey thought and walked to the window.  \nShe was a bit nervous about who might see her gagged like this, but then she  \nrealized that it was already quite dark outside. She turned the lever and  \npulled the window open. She drew back the curtains and stood in full view.  \n  \n\"There she is,\" Donya said. \"Oh, and what a nice view you are.\"  \n  \nRey could feel herself blush a little under her fur and she moaned softly in  \nher gag.  \n  \n\"Okay. Now lie down on your bed, put the phone next to you and turn on the  \nspeaker.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"M-hm,\" Rey replied and left the window to climb onto her bed. She sat in the  \nmiddle of the mattress, pushed the hands free button on the phone and put it  \ndown. Then she waited for Donya's next commands.  \n  \n\"Sounds good,\" the raccoon said. \"Now, take the magnetic locks from the bedside  \ntable and chain yourself down, spread eagled.\"  \n  \nRey giggled and wanted to ask her friend, when she had planned all this, but  \nthe muzzle harness prevented this. So she just chuckled and crawled over to the  \nnightstand to pick up the four locks that were lined up there. Placing the  \nphone next to the place where her head would soon be she set to work.  \n  \nEach of the four bedposts already had a short length of chain fastened to them,  \nso Rey took a good measuring and hooked the locks into the appropriate links  \nand the D-rings of her ankle cuffs. Then she laid back to see if her limbs  \nwould be spread comfortably and nodded to herself. She sat up again and bent  \nover to click the locks shut. As always this sent a little spark through her  \nmind, especially when she knew that she didn't have the key with her and was  \nunable to open the locks herself again. Her heart picked up speed a little,  \nreminding her of her still unsatisfied state, and she let herself fall  \nbackwards with a grunt.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Are you done yet?\" Donya asked and Rey answered with a negating mumble. The  \nvixen worked a little faster now, for one because she didn't want to make her  \nfriend wait too long, and secondly because she was afraid that she could not  \nstand it any longer and would start to masturbate in a few moments if she  \ndidn't tie herself up very quickly. She shuffled around a bit to slide upwards,  \npulling herself along with her arms on the bars on the headboard, until her  \nlegs were pulled taut. She hooked the locks into her wrist cuffs and spread her  \narms until they reached the chains on either side of the bed. With a little  \nstruggling and some quite warped movements she managed it to catch the links of  \nthe chains into the shackles of the locks in the most spread out position and  \nthen worked on closing them. It took her a few minutes but her experience  \nshowed. In less than five minutes she had made herself completely helpless,  \nchained spread eagled onto her own bed with no means of escaping on her own.  \nTrapped. \"Mm-hm.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"So you're through? Very nice.\" Donya chuckled. \"I can imagine how you must be  \nfeeling right now. You've been stimulated all evening, tied down, used to my  \nvery own gratification, chained and tormented to exhaustion. Then asked to give  \nup your freedom to me, on your free will, now again trapped at my command.\"  \n  \nDonya's voice didn't fail to create the desired effect. Rey began to realize  \nher helplessness more intensely now, the locks at her ankle and wrist cuffs  \nseemed to hold her even tighter. She tried to shift around a little, but she  \nhad done a good job. There was no more slack than an inch or two in total, and  \nher only free limb, her tail, was of little or no use to her now. She moaned  \nand panted a bit while she tried to escape from the trap, knowing that she  \nwould never make it.  \n  \n\"Enjoying yourself already my toy?\" Donya cooed. \"Your chains are tight enough?  \nFeeling helpless? Longing to be tied down for hours yet wanting release right  \nnow? What a pretty sight you must be to see. I'd really like to play with you  \nnow, rub my paws over your breasts or place my muzzle down between your legs  \nand lick you until you scream. I guess that's what you'd want me to do, right,  \nhon?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Rey grunted and swore in her gag. Of course she was right. And visualizing all  \nthe sweet tortures she could put her in if she had been there with her now was  \ncruel. The vixen still struggled against her bonds, feeling the frustration of  \nher arousal mixed with the inability to cease the fire she was fueling with her  \nactions. Still she couldn't stop teasing herself, it was a vicious circle, and  \nshe was too weak to break it.  \n  \n\"Yeah ... I can hear you begging for release. Struggle all you can, my toy!  \nEnjoy yourself as long as it lasts.\"  \n  \nSuddenly something thumped outside her window and Rey froze. Scratching noises  \nand something that sounded like footclaws scraping over stone followed a moment  \nlater. Rey tried to call out, but only a whimper came out behind her gag. She  \ntried again, with the same result. Doubling her efforts she started struggling  \nagain; in vain.  \n  \n\"Rey, I think there's someone on your balcony. I don't know if-\"  \n  \nThen there was silence. The voice on the phone was dead and a few moments later  \nthe monotonous toot of the dead phone line was taking over, until the phone  \nswitched itself off. Rey stared at the open window with her ears flat to her  \nskull, whimpering softly while she tried to stay calm. Her tail twitched  \nnervously between her legs as if it had a life of it's own.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A shadow appeared in the window; a lithe figure climbing swiftly onto the  \nwindow sill and crouching there for a moment. The shape indicated a muscular  \nyet slim body, about one or two paw spans larger than herself. The scent that  \nwas blown in reminded Rey of something, but she could not put her paw on it in  \nher frightened state. The only thing she seemed to remember now was the first  \nnight with Donya, when her friend had found her in a very similar situation and  \nhad used it for her own benefit.  \n  \nThe shadow finally climbed into the room and Rey tried to scream, resulting in  \na high-pitched whimper that came out of her nose. The stranger seemed to react  \nto her panic and quickly took a few steps towards her, as if he wanted to make  \nsure, she would not startle anyone in the neighborhood. But then, as if on  \npurpose, the stranger moved just a little to one side, and the dim light was  \nreflecting on the facial fur just so that she could make out the features - the  \nfeatures of an otter male.  \n  \nRey stopped screaming and stared at the otter in disbelief. Now she knew why  \nthe scent had been so familiar. But what was he doing here? Was this again one  \nof Donya's little secrets? Rey panted heavily and slowly started to recover  \nfrom the shock. It was only now that she realized, that her arms and legs were  \nstill at full tension against her bonds. She told herself to relax before the  \nmuscles would become cramped.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The otter had not moved. She didn't know what to do, even though she wasn't  \nreally able to do very much at the moment. The vixen tried to get her breathing  \nunder control and stared at the shadow in front of her bed. It must have been  \nan eternity since he had come here, and still he didn't move at all. Finally  \nthe tension was too much for her and she whimpered softly, tugging against her  \nchains in a vain attempt to escape this eerie scene.  \n  \nAnother eternity later, the otter finally shifted and approached her. Rey  \ngasped at this sudden change and tried to stay calm. The last thing she wanted  \nnow was to scare him away with a panicked reaction. She forced herself to lie  \nstill and breathe slowly, but she could not stop herself from whimpering every  \nnow and then. But despite the strange circumstances she could feel the arousal  \nrising inside of her again. She was helplessly chained spread-eagled to her  \nbed, shut up with the most perfect gag anyone could come up with for a fox's  \nmuzzle and completely at the mercy of the otter, who was slowly coming nearer,  \ntaking in the sight before him. Only her tail provided some weak protection,  \nand she couldn't help but covering her private parts by curling it up. She knew  \nshe couldn't stop him if he decided to touch her there, but giving up was not  \nan option, not even now.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The otter was now next to her bed, still silently looking at her trapped body,  \nas if he still wanted to decide what to do with her. After some more minutes he  \nlifted his paw and unrolled a long, thin object, that was jingling a bit in the  \nsilence of the room. Rey shivered slightly and swallowed hard. He climbed onto  \nthe bed and kneeled between her spread legs before he bent over her and reached  \nout a paw for her collar. His claw hooked into the ring and tugged at it, until  \nRey had to lift her head in order to follow the force he was applying. The  \notter moved the long object to her collar and Rey could hear something click in  \nplace. So it was a leash of some sorts. The vixen swallowed and then exhaled in  \nrelief. 'Could've been worse,' she thought.  \n  \nHe let go of her collar and Rey laid back her head again. The otter let the  \nleash fall onto her chest, and she squealed a bit when the cold material  \ntouched her fur. But he still kept the other end of the leash in one paw.  \nMeanwhile his other paw traced the straps of her muzzle. His face was so close  \nto her that she could see the dim sparkling in his eyes. His features were  \nproud yet soft, his muzzle only a few inches away from her trapped snout. He  \nlet his paw glide over the leather bindings that gagged her, moved it up to her  \nforehead and then playing a little with the earring she was still wearing. His  \npaw came back a moment later and caressed her cheeks before he sat back on his  \nknees again, tugging a little on the leash.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Rey started to feel comfortable again. His presence was not in the least bit  \nfrightening, even though he was in control now. He had an air of  \nself-confidence that in a way seemed to rub off on her. She was not the poor  \nlittle toy anymore but a proud plaything of his, bound at his command and  \nloving every second of it. The otter started to caress her legs, licking and  \nkissing the fur on her shins and knees, working his way slowly up to her  \nthighs. His paws stroked her softly, sometimes massaging here and there a bit  \nstronger. His tongue crept higher, soon lapping sensuously at the junction of  \nher legs, but keeping away from the place she was covering with her tail, where  \nshe was burning with desire to be finally touched.  \n  \nBut the otter spared her - no - tormented her with his soft and agile paws  \nroaming everywhere over her lower body, but not quite where she wished for them  \nto be. His claws pricked the sensitive skin under her fur and she squealed  \nagain with delight and frustration, while he kept on teasing her, moving his  \nbody tantalizingly slow along her outstretched figure, soon caressing and  \nexploring her tummy and sides.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Rey moaned freely now, feeling the touch of the otter's paws and tongue all  \nover her without any means of preventing it. Again and again she strained  \nagainst her bonds to break out of the trap she had locked herself into. But she  \ndidn't intend to escape anymore, she wanted to be free to throw her arms around  \nhim, caress him, feel his fur under her paws. But she was bound to enjoy what  \never he wanted to give her, and what ever he decided not to give, too. She  \nsquirmed under his investigating paws, felt his touch at her breasts and his  \ntongue softly licking over the pink nubs hidden under the rich pelt that grew  \non the soft mounds. Arching her back she tried to push her chest closer to his  \nmuzzle but he kept his distance, licking and nipping playfully at her, making  \nher moan and gasp every time he sucked on them in earnest. But just as quickly  \nhe let go of her again and teased her anew.  \n  \nThe otter was now hovering over her, his body just barely touching her fur. His  \nright paw tugged at the leash again and pulled her head up from the sheets  \nuntil she was forced to look into his face, his head only a mere inch away from  \nhers. He closed his eyes and let his muzzle touch hers for a moment, his tongue  \nmoving over her closed lips. Rey closed her eyes and whimpered with this touch.  \nShe desperately wanted to kiss him now, but her muzzle wouldn't open the  \nslightest bit. She panted heavily through her nose, once more trying to rip the  \nshackles from the chains that held her immobile on her bed, her tail lashing  \naround like a ferocious snake. The mixture of pleasure and frustration drove  \nher mad, and she struggled wildly until he pulled the leash taut again,  \nreminding her of who and where she was.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Rey sagged back in the sheets when he finally let go of the leash again. He was  \ndistinctly different than he had been the first time they had met. He had been  \nmuch more cautious, more gentle than he was now. The night at the mansion had  \nbeen a sweet adventure with a stranger, this time it was more like getting back  \non an old acquaintance. The night she had been traded to him she had been  \nuncertain of what was going to happen with her. She was even fearing that he  \nwould use his power over her to take more than she was ready to give. But he  \nnever crossed the line. He had used his experienced paws, just like he did now,  \nstroking and caressing her all over, making her squirm and howl in delight and  \nfrustration.  \n  \nBut he had never penetrated her. All the time she had been wearing the random  \nvibe, and even though he could have asked Donya to take it off, he did not.  \nThat night, Rey was glad for this. This time there was nothing to protect her  \nfrom any assault he might have in store for her, but he still limited his  \nattentions to her fur, her breasts and sometimes her muzzle. This night she  \nwouldn't mind if he just took her, having his way with her without limitations.  \nShe wanted to feel him inside of her above anything else, but still he did  \nnothing like that. Rey whined and moaned under his experienced movements,  \ntrying to plead with her eyes and body, coaxing him into finally stop teasing  \nher and just taking her for his own gratification.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The otter still did nothing to haste his explorations. Her vigorous struggles  \nmade him come down on her like a wild beast, pushing her back into the sheets,  \nhis teeth at her throat above her collar, until the vixen was lying quietly  \nagain, panting hard and looking deeply into his eyes. Suddenly something  \nchanged in the way he looked at her and his paw grabbed her chin. He pulled at  \nthe leash and turned her head until they were face-to-face, watching her  \nclosely. Rey whimpered and pleaded, no longer trying to play around or hide her  \nneeds. He growled deeply in his throat, something he had never done before, and  \nthe vixen shivered a bit under the dark, staring eyes.  \n  \nThen the moment was gone. He let go of her head and started to move back down  \nagain, teasing her breasts on his way, licking the fur on her tummy and pushing  \nhis nose through the fur on her pubic mound, only an inch away from her burning  \nflesh. She felt the cold touch so close to her fire and gasped, trying to keep  \nher body from twitching too much. She tried to lift her head to see, what he  \nwas doing, but it was too dark to see much anyway, so she just sagged back  \nagain and concentrated on the sensations he was creating.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Suddenly something touched her clitoris, squeezing and rubbing very softly. The  \npleasure was so intense that she made the leather cuffs creak while she tried  \nto escape. Howling with lust she writhed under him, while he pushed her more  \nand more towards the summit. And when she finally climaxed she arched her back  \nas much as she could, feeling the delightful contractions that had been put off  \nfor much too long. Screaming through her gag she was swept away on a wave of  \npowerful emotions, leaving her panting and gasping for air, her body still  \ntwitching uncontrollably, making the locks and chains jingle loudly. Her head  \nrolled from side to side when the sensation slowly subsided and left her  \nfloating on a big fluffy cloud of pleasure.  \n  \nTime was indifferent for her, so she didn't know how long she was out when she  \nfinally came back to her senses. Struggling a little she checked her bonds and  \nfound herself still locked in the same position as before. The otter was still  \nwith her, now gently stroking her belly and caressing her breasts again. Rey  \nhad a feeling that this wasn't all he had planned for tonight. The vixen felt  \nher own heat subsiding a little, but it did not vanish completely due to her  \nstill restrained state. Every little move she made resulted in a soft jingling  \nof the chains that held her spread out on the bed, reminding her of the trap  \nshe was still caught in. His paws were constantly roaming about her body, never  \nleaving her alone in the dark. Sometimes he would tickle or prick her skin  \nslightly with his claws, making her twitch and shudder with renewed  \nanticipation. And as her heat was slowly rising again she pushed her own  \nrestraints more and more aside, attempting to show him that she was ready for  \nanything he would want to do. Her tail curled and stretched, no longer hiding  \nher privates she was trying to protect before.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The otter growled softly but she thought she could make out a smile creasing  \nhis muzzle. She moaned at him, trying to scream 'Why don't you just take what's  \nlying before you?', but the gag did a perfect job to keep her from articulating  \nmore than unintelligible mews and mumblings. He still did not show any sign if  \nhe understood her pleas or not, and that was driving her mad. She started again  \nto struggle, very less powerful than before due to her previous orgasm but her  \neyes still sparkled with lust. She wanted to rip the cuffs apart, grab the man  \nbefore her and force him to take her, to make the fire in her stop burning.  \n  \nShe was so entranced in her fight that at first she didn't notice the soft  \ntouch at her nether lips. But then the sensation was becoming stronger as  \nsomething warm and hard started to push into her, slowly parting her flesh to  \nadvance further with every beat of her heart. She stopped her struggles,  \ninhaled deeply through her nose and whimpered, as she finally realized, what  \nwas happening. His member was pushing forward in a steady motion, her love  \ntunnel still well lubricated. Rey panted in ragged puffs, taking in the  \nsensation of their long overdue unification.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The vixen was howling with lust again when he started to rock against her with  \ngentle movements. Her hips were quickly catching up with his rhythm and she  \ntried to move against him as good as her bonds allowed her. All thoughts of  \nrestraint and shyness were pushed away by his presence, and she let her body go  \nand take what it needed. Growling and panting loudly she pulled at the chains,  \nemphasizing the sensations that she was experiencing. At the same time the  \notter started to pump quicker, picking up pace while pushing harder into her.  \nVery soon they were just a writhing bundle of sex hungry bodies, trying to push  \neach other to the limit, not caring about anything else around them. Rey closed  \nher eyes and let her emotions take control of her. The otter's member still  \nimpaling her again and again, each strong thrust pushing her a little farther  \non the way to extasy.  \n  \nHowling loudly despite her gag, Rey came hard. Her vision blurred and she saw  \nsparks and stars before her eyes, while she felt the contractions ravaging  \nthrough her body. The otter pushed inside her once or twice again and then he  \nalso moaned loudly when he found release. His hot semen filled her and mixed  \nwith her own juices, while both soared on the pinnacle of their desire. He  \ncollapsed on top of her, resting his head next to her and panting hard. Rey was  \nmoaning and desperately sucking air through her nose, and before long she felt  \nherself slip into a deep slumber of sheer exhaustion.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nPart IV: The Lion's Den  \n  \nSilence was around her when she opened her eyes again. She still felt a little  \nnumb and dizzy from sleep and waited for her mind to clear a bit more. Slowly  \nshe turned her head around and took stock of her situation. Her limbs were  \nstill spread out on the bed, the cuffs holding her bound as tightly as before.  \nShe tried to call for Donya or the otter, but her muzzle was still shut tightly  \nby the gag. She was starting to wonder, if she would ever be free again, when  \nher eyes fell on the padlock at her right wrist.  \n  \nAt first it was just a slight feeling that something had changed. Concentrating  \nherself she quickly saw that the magnetic lock had been replaced with a four  \ndigit combination dial. So there was actually a plan behind all this. She  \nstrained her paw a little and found, that she could turn the dials with great  \neffort, but she could not read the numbers properly. And without the correct  \ncombination she would probably ruin her sinews before achieving anything else.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She sighed and sagged back on the bed, with nothing to do but lie there,  \ninescapably bound and gagged in her own bed. Every now and then she drifted off  \ninto a light slumber that was filled with strange visions, making her startle  \nand tug at her bonds when she woke again. One time she even imagined Donya and  \nthe mysterious otter standing at her bed, looking down at her while softly  \ntalking to themselves.  \n  \nThe morning light finally came and colored her bedroom in faint orange and red.  \nRey opened her eyes again and looked at the combination lock. There was  \nsomething else she had not seen until now and she squinted a bit to find out,  \nwhat it was. There was a small sticker on the lock with writing on it, and by  \nstraining here arm and neck she could finally come close enough to read it.  \n\"2753\" stood on the white paper, and to Rey it was the most beautiful sequence  \nof digits she had ever seen. Sighing with relief she let her body relax again  \nand enjoyed her predicament for a little while longer, before she started to  \nfiddle around with the dials on the lock. She only hoped that this wasn't a  \ntrick to fool her again.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The lock snapped open when the last dial fell into place. Rey cheered inside  \nand began to move her arm around a bit, trying to get it back to its normal  \nmobility. She closed her eyes and ground her teeth a little while the blood  \nrushed through her arm again. The sensation eventually subsided and the vixen  \nlooked around for a clue what she could do next. There was a magnetic key lying  \nwhere her right paw had been, and she picked it up like a treasure hunter would  \nhold the most precious gem he had ever found, and she marveled at it for some  \ntime, before she remembered what she wanted to do. Rolling to her side a bit  \nshe reached for the lock on her left arm and slid the key over the lock a few  \ntimes until it opened with a soft click. Again, the vixen let her limb recover  \nfrom the long fixation and rubbed her sore muscles when she could move it  \nproperly again.  \n  \nRey sat up slowly, waiting for the dizziness in her head to subside, and  \ncontinued to free herself from the bonds that had been holding her for so long.  \nIt almost seemed like a farewell from a good friend when she eventually removed  \nthe last lock from her cuffs. For some time she merely sat on the bed, hugging  \nher knees to her chest and just letting the night pass through her mind over  \nand over again, recreating the tension of uncertainty that had been inside her  \nfor the last hours. But finally she decided to get up and start the day, not  \nleast because her bladder was aching for relief and felt like it would burst  \nany minute. So she went into the bathroom first, groaning with each step  \nbecause of her sore muscles, and tended to the most urgent matters before  \nanything else.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Five minutes later she was staggering into the kitchen in search for some  \ncoffee. Quickly she put together the necessary ingredients and switched on the  \ncoffee maker, when she saw something lying on the kitchen table. She picked up  \nthe note and read the lines. It was an address, and Rey knew exactly where it  \nwould lead to. Her stomach churned a little when she let herself fall down in  \none of the chairs and started thinking. Would it really be a good idea to go  \nthere? Her paw traveled up to her muzzle where the harness was still locked in  \nplace. Only now she realized that she actually felt comfortable with the gag on  \nthat she had never thought about removing it at all.  \n  \nShe was curious about what she would find, when she actually would go there,  \nbut on the other paw, she was dead tired from the exertions and lack of real  \nsleep last night. Fetching her coffee she pondered for a while, fiddling around  \nwith the locks of her gag until her mouth was free again. She stifled a scream  \nwhen she tried to open her mouth a bit, the muscles protesting from being held  \nin one position for so long. She worked her jaws slowly and cautiously until  \nshe could at least take a sip from her mug again. She never heard about someone  \nwith a sore jaw before, but she was sure she would have that before noon.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Folding and unfolding the note in her paws Rey still mulled over the thought of  \ndriving there. But when she had finished her coffee her decision was set. \"Just  \ndo it, girl,\" she said to herself. \"Ow!\" she exclaimed only one second later  \nand put a paw around her muzzle, when her sore muscles protested intensely.  \n\"This is going to be interesting,\" she muttered cautiously and stood up. She  \nput her mug into the sink and left for the bedroom.  \n  \nHer mind raced and went through lots of different possibilities while she sat  \non the bed and unlocked her cuffs, collecting them in a neat pile next to her.  \nShe undid the ring from her collar, weighed it in her hand for a moment and put  \nit together with the key into the small bag she was planning to take with her.  \nHer mood was rising every minute and she was actually humming to herself, while  \nshe took a quick but thorough shower and afterwards selected her attire to get  \ndressed. Her initial nervousness had turned into anticipation; curiosity had  \nalways been her big weak spot. Finally she was done with her preparations, so  \nshe took her bag, grabbed the car keys on her way out and was gone without a  \nfurther thought - partly to keep herself from chickening out at the very last  \nmoment. The door slam behind her marked her departure like the fall of the  \ncurtain in a theater.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As it turned out, the address wasn't really that far away. A quick glance on  \nthe city map showed her which way to go. The vixen had always suspected that  \nDonya had been fooling her about the way to the location when she took her  \nthere the other day, and now she had the proof for it. Rey started the engine  \nof her car and was on the road in no time. The radio played some generic pop  \nmusic and Rey hummed along with the songs while she followed the streets to her  \ndestination.  \n  \nThe small car pulled into a long, well kept driveway of some expensive looking  \npremises. To either side of the narrow road were tall walls of green hedge  \nshielding the interiors from curious eyes. The smells and sounds she found were  \nstarting to become familiar and the memory of her first visit to this place  \ncame back at higher paces now. She drove on slowly, until she found a parking  \nlot and pulled in. She shut of the engine and took her stuff with her, when she  \nleft the car.  \n  \nBefore her was the entrance to the large white mansion she had been thinking of  \nso many times in the last days. She only knew it from the inside of the  \nproperty but she knew that she was at the right place. Her heart started to  \nbeat stronger, her stomach growling again, while she slowly approached the  \nlarge, wooden door on shaking legs. There was no name plate at the door, only a  \nbig brass bell button set into a richly ornamented silver disc. For a long  \nmoment she stood there before the door, her right ear twitching a little,  \nsending sparks of sunlight reflecting from the earring over the white walls of  \nthe house. She was breathing deeply now, trying to regain the confidence she  \nhad been building up until now, before her paw finally moved to push the  \nbutton. Somewhere deep inside of the mansion, the door bell announced that she  \nhad finally returned.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; To be continued ...  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Just Good Friends","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/126-toys.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/3484-offerings.json"}}