Filled

S.M. Wolf

Stella and this story are copyrighted 2021 by S.M. Wolf and may not be reproduced without prior written permission. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

“I am not satisfied with you.”

Stella cringed and bowed her head in submission and fear. The young female stoat knew that she was in trouble.

“I am sorry, Master,” she told the male human that owned her now. “I will try to do better.”

The man smiled cruelly.

“I am sure that you shall,” he said in a cool voice. “In fact, I will give you some encouragement to help you.

“The dungeon.

“Now!”

Stella shivered. The dungeon was not a place she wanted to be, but she knew better now than to complain or try to wheedle her way out of a punishment.

“Yes, Master,” she said in a dejected tone.

It was only a short walk down the stairs to the basement and the heavy dungeon door. She reluctantly opened it and entered.

There were many pieces of bondage furniture scattered about the large room. Her Master loved BDSM, and he often practiced upon her body without regards to her desires or comfort.

“The table,” he told her.

Stella walked to the bondage table. It was about six feet wide and eight feet long. The top was made from hard butcher block, and the sides had many rings and posts that could be used to secure ropes and chains. There were also strategically-placed shackles on the top.

“On your back,” the human ordered the female anthro stoat.

Stella sat on the edge of the table for a moment and took a deep breath to try to calm herself. She swung her legs up and lay on the hard wooden surface. Her snow-white belly fur gleamed under the harsh lights of the dungeon.

Without a word, her Master grabbed her right forearm and secured her wrist palm up in a padded shackle even with her shoulder. He walked around to her other side and secured her left arm similarly. The shackles clamped down hard on her wrists and immobilized her arms. They were spaced far enough apart that she was held down firmly on the table. She could not even twist her supple upper body. She swallowed as she realized her predicament. She could only lay quietly and await whatever her Master would do to her next.

“Spread your legs!” he ordered Stella.

The stoat did as ordered. She expected him to rape her, but instead he attached ropes to her knees. He left them loose and used a knot that would not slip and tighten the ropes when Stella jerked or pulled on the ropes. She looked up. There were plenty of places to attach the other ends of the rope above her, but the ropes seemed too short to reach the ceiling.

Her Master left the ends of the ropes hanging over the sides of the table.

“Pull your feet up to your butt,” he instructed her.

Stella was getting confused but did as commanded. She slid her feet along the wooden table until they were almost touching her ass cheeks. Her legs flopped open of their own accord, and the stoat blushed just a bit as she put on a lewd display for her Master.

Her Master wrapped a rope around her left ankle a couple of times and tied it off. He grabbed her ankle and shoved her foot into her butt. Her heel pressed hard enough against her soft flesh to make an indent. He proceeded to wrap the rope attached to her ankle around her thigh and ankle several times before tying it off. He adjusted the rope on her knees so that it pressed against the back of her joint. Finally, he forced a cinch rope between her calf and thigh with some difficulty. He used it to pull the rope holding her leg severely bent even tighter. When he was done, the backs of her calf and thigh pressed hard against each other along their entire length.

He repeated the process with her other leg.

“Open your knees!” her owner ordered Stella.

She spread her knees as best she could.

He grabbed the rope on her right knee and ran it through one of the many rings on the side of the table. He pulled on it until her knee was only two handspans above the tabletop and secured it with a knot. He went to her other side and fastened the rope on her left knee in the same manner. The muscles in her legs strained to close and relieve the pressure on her hips, but the ropes were too tight and strong. She would remain totally open and exposed for as long as her possessor desired.

Stella’s Master grabbed her mahogany brown tail. He pulled it straight and secured a heavy leather cuff around it where the black tip met her predominant brown fur. He ran yet another rope from the cuff to a ring at the base of the table. He pulled it taut and tied it off. She could barely wiggle the tip let alone curl her tail to protect herself now.

Her Master tied a thin rope to her right small toe. He weaved it between her toes and wrapped it once around her big toe. The rope went around her tail once. He pulled it until her foot was bent down, and her pads were pressed firmly into her long, soft tail fur. The rope went around her tail several more times before he grabbed her left foot and pressed her foot pads hard against her tail. The rope went around her left big toe once before being woven between her toes. He tied it off when he reached her left small toe. Now not only were her heels pressed hard into her bottom, but her feet were secured uncomfortably to her tail.

Her ordeal was just beginning, though.

The stoat’s Master produced an extra large butt plug. She knew better than to complain about its size. The one time she had, he had inserted it nightly for a week without using any lubricant. At least he was greasing it this time.

Stella bit her lower lip as she felt the tip of the rubber plug pressed against her anal rose. She grimaced in pain as It was slowly forced deep into her behind. She tried to squirm and get away from it, but she was far too well secured to allow her to do more than barely wriggle her bottom. She started panting as the discomfort grew. That this had been done to her dozens of times now did not lessen the growing agony as her tail hole was stretched open. She cried out in pain several times as the thicker portions of the plug entered her behind. That elicited cruel chuckles from her tormentor.

Still the pain grew until she started to swoon. Then the smaller base of the plug popped into her tail hole. She could feel the handle pressing against her butt crack. She panted hard as her Master adjusted the plug to ensure it was properly seated in her bottom. The stoat tried to collect herself. Her bottom was painfully full, but at least it was better than the agonizing insertion or what she knew would happen when it was ripped from her ass hole afterwards.

Stella received a brief reprieve as her Master placed a pink box and two clothespins on the table beside her, He opened a box. One by one he removed the fifteen filled vaginal lubricant applicators and prepared them for use. He lay them down in a row beside her tail. When he was done, he tossed away the box and packaging.

The femfur had no idea what her Master was about to do, but she was sure that she would not like it.

Without a word, he picked up the first applicator. He used his left fingers to spread her labia wide open. She whimpered as he plunged the applicator deep into her vagina. Once it was buried in her pussy to the top of the barrel, he pushed down hard on the plunger. She felt the cream erupt from the tube and fill her snatch.

He was not content to use just one applicator, though. As all the applicators were emptied into her womb, she felt her interior filled beyond its normal capacity. Looking down her pointed muzzle and past her pert breasts, she could even see a small belly bump grow. It looked as if she were pregnant and was just starting to show. She lay her head back and panted hard as the abuse continued over several minutes.

The stoat could feel the lubricant starting to ooze out and dribble over her bottom and tail. Her Master had anticipated this. He used his left hand to keep her labia closed between each insertion. When the last one was finally emptied into her body, Stella thought this stage of her torment was over. In her moment of relief and inattention, she missed the wooden ends of the first clothespin brushing against her outer labia. She screamed in anguish as the jaws closed hard onto her inner labia and clamped it shut. A second scream followed as the other clothespin was applied. They held her pussy lips closed and prevented the cream from escaping.

Her Master still had one more indignity for the stoat. He inserted a phallic gag deep into her mouth. The fake dick knob almost reached the back of her mouth. He secured it in place with a strap behind her head and a second strap around her muzzle. There was no way for her to expel it no matter how hard she tried.

He grabbed her muzzle and forced her to look at him.

“Until you are feeling as filled as you are now every night I use you, you are going to be getting this treatment,” he informed her. He gave a cold-blooded laugh at the look of horror on her face.

“Sleep well!” he added sarcastically as he walked away. He paused only long enough to turn off the lights before leaving the dungeon.

Stella was left alone in her tight, uncomfortable bondage. Tears from her pain and humiliation as well as fear trailed down the sides of her head. The hard wood beneath her made a poor bed. Her immobility was already starting to cause her muscles to ache. There was no telling how long she would be here. She could only hope that she would be released before her muscles began to cramp and spasm. At least nothing more would add to her pain.

The female stoat’s head whipped up, and she stared into the darkness at the point where her belly would be. She realized that she had not read the labels on the box. Could the lubricant have a slow-acting irritant added to increase her punishment even more?

Fearful minutes passed, but no pain or heat started in her womb. Stella finally lay her head back. She had been spared tonight, but she was sure that her Master would think of that twist soon enough. She closed her eyes and cried some more. Occasional muffled sobs escaped around the silicone shaft in her mouth.

Sometime later, she calmed down and stopped crying. Her discomfort was increasing, and sleep was beyond her. All she could do was lay there in the dark with all three holes filled distressingly full and wait for an uncertain tomorrow.