Once through the cabin door, she stood in complete
darkness with only her moonlit shadow cast upon the wall. The forms of the wolf
and fox wiped this out as they joined her, slipping through the door and closing
it behind them. She heard several locks slide home, then narrowed her eyes as a
match was struck, turning toward the light instinctively.
Mason was lighting a lantern, turning the wick up high to light the entire one
room cabin as Jimmy secured the last of the door's many locks. The place was
grungy, untidy. Trash littered the floor, though most of it had been pushed
against the back wall in a sad attempt at cleaning. There was a smell to the
place, too... She couldn't quite place it, but it made her pulse quicken.
The windows were boarded over tight, and with that many locks on the front door
there was no way she could get through it before they'd grab her. To the left
was a small door with a single, shiny Master padlock. The huge lock was the only
new, unblemished looking thing in the place, save for herself.
The only pieces of furniture to be seen were a rickety old bed and a large, very
sturdy looking table with several odd protrusions sticking up along its length.
The flickering shadows from the lamp made them impossible to make out.
"Interested in that, are ya, girlie?" came a gravelly voice from
behind her -- the wolf. She turned to face him, finding that both he and the fox
were rubbing at bulges in the fronts of their jeans. She squeaked behind her
gag, tears overflowing as she backed up a step and turned away from the sight.
Their intentions were more than obvious now, even for someone like her who had
never even done anything like that before in her life.
"You'll find out what that table is soon 'nough, cutie. Now turn back this
way so we can get a look atchya." The wolf rumbled. She turned back,
reluctantly, to find them both openly rubbing their crotches a little harder.
She could feel their eyes moving over her form, from the tips of her long, soft
white ears to her wriggling little toes.
She wasn't quite a woman yet, but her hips were already flaring out nicely from
a prim waist, and her breasts were nubile, perked upward at the nipples just
slightly. They were still hard, she noticed unhappily, despite the lack of any
real chill in the cabin. Her sex was covered with just the thinnest fuzz of
downy white, almost hidden between her legs as she stood there fidgeting.
"Turn 'round. C'mon, do it. Slowly." Mason rumbled. The fox was
rubbing him with one paw as well now, the other left over for his own bulging
crotch.
Biting down on her gag and closing her eyes, she did as he asked, bowing her
head until her chin was tucked up against her breastbone. Fresh tears trickled
down over her cheeks as she heard the fox whistling, "Whooooee! Lookit that
ass!" Mason chuckled and grunted in response.
She could hear them both breathing harder now. Her long ears lowered, pressing
even tighter to her head, trying to block out the sound.
"Turn back around girlie, take a look at how much we like that young little
body of yours..." she heard, strained. She turned, looking up from under
dark wet lashes, afraid of what she might see. Jimmy had gotten the wolf's jeans
unbuttoned and was in the process of withdrawing his hard cock, stroking it with
black furred fingers. She squeaked softly, jumping at the sight, and closed her
eyes again to the sound of their chuckles.
"This one's gonna be fun..." the fox said, sniggering. She could hear
Mason grunting as he was stroked, the sound of another pair of jeans being
unzipped soon following. She kept her eyes firmly shut, not wanting to see
anymore than she had already. Could the wolf really be that big? She'd seen
pictures, but... Rough hands were grabbing her, and to her surprise she felt her
bonds being cut -- first the rope at her chaffed wrists and then the gag.
She spit it out of her mouth and brought her paws around so she could rub at the
raw skin of her wrists. When she looked up again, Mason and Jimmy were there,
watching her -- both entirely naked and very erect.
Mason was a fine specimen -- a timber wolf, well muscled with grey and silver
fur that seemed to flow over his body. He was tall and broad in the shoulders,
with a well defined jaw line and glinting, ice blue eyes. His cock lay hard up
against his stomach, precum making the fur there glisten. It was huge, at least
11 inches in length and very thick. He stood there proudly as the fox, much
smaller in size, ran his coal black fingers quickly up and down the dark pink
shaft.
Jimmy wasn't as tall or broad as his counterpart, but was equally robust, the
dark black, white and russet reds of his coat blending in stark contrast to each
other. He was bent over the wolf's cock, tongue lolling slightly as he stroked
it, his dark green eyes half closed in a look of pure pleasure as Mason's paw
lightly worked over his own shaft. His wasn't as large as the wolf's, but it was
still considerable in size -- easily 9 inches long.
The wolf laid his free paw upon Jimmy's back, and the fox immediately stopped
stroking and stood, following Mason's gaze and looking back over at her. His
lips curled into a lascivious grin as his cock jumped against the wolf's paw.
Whimpering softly, she took a few steps back, coming to a stop only when her
soft cotton tail bumped up against the odd table she'd seen earlier.
"Oooh lookie there, she's in a hurry to get started, Mason..." the fox
snickered over at the wolf. Mason rumbled in response, letting his paw drop from
the fox's glistening shaft with a faint look of regret and then walking over to
her.
"Please... Please don't hurt me..." she sobbed, holding her delicate
paws out to him. He just chuckled softly, something akin to gentleness in his
eyes. "We ain't gonna hurt you, cutie. We just wanna have some fun. Don't
we, Jimmy?" He asked, turning his head to look at the fox over his
shoulder.
"Durn right." said Jimmy, his paw lightly stroking over his hard cock
as he watched.
She looked from one to the other, suckling her full lower lip into her mouth
doubtfully. At least they weren't being cruel to her -- maybe they were just
yiffy. She'd seen similar expressions on some of the other males at school, but
had never really understood. Until now. She pressed her legs together at the
thought. "If I do what you want Y-you'll let me go?" she asked,
stammering softly.
"Sure thing." the wolf said, reaching out to cup her soft chin in his
fingers, tipping her head up so she was forced to look at him and then smiling
warmly -- his cock brushed lightly against her leg as he did so. "IF ya do
what we want."
She nodded against his hand, shying away from the feel of her white leg fur
getting wetted with precum. "O-okay..." she murmured, barely above a
whisper. What was she saying?!
Mason stepped close, lifting her up in his arms as she tried to back away again,
cradling her small body easily to his chest. She could feel his strength, his
warm fur silky soft as it mingled with her own. Chuckling down at her, he
grinned. "Where ya think you're goin', cutie?" Plunking her down
semi-gently on the table, he pointed at the protrusions that she could now make
out. The were thick leather straps with worn chrome buckles on them.
"Get on all fours, girl." She bit into her lower lip, casting a glance
at Jimmy who was still blithely pumping his fist up and down along his cock as
he watched. Shuddering, she looked at Mason who was still standing right next to
her, his powerful body towering. The look in his eyes was still somewhat gentle,
but it had a harder edge to it now, one that wasn't about to accept a no.
Whimpering a little to herself, she did as she was told, getting up on all fours
on the table. This placed her perpendicular to the front door, her head facing
the smaller door she'd seen earlier.
The wolf reached out, guiding her until her paws were lined up with the two
front buckles. Getting a closer look now, she could see they were makeshift, but
very sturdy, bolted right down to the table. The buckles were strong -- there
was no way she'd be able to free herself from them.
Mason was walking down the length of the table, not touching her provocatively,
just making sure she was aligned correctly for whatever purpose he had in mind.
She turned her head to watch, but he wagged a finger at her and she looked back
around. He was doing something, spreading her legs wide until she felt more
straps at that end of the table brushing against her calves just below the knee.
A moment later she felt them looped quickly over her delicately furred calves
and drawn tight, one after the other. Her ankles followed -- she could feel
Mason's cock-head hot and wet against the soles of her feet as he did this. A
hand reached out and caressed her ass once the straps were drawn tight, fingers
stroking and curling between the cheeks, drawing slowly upward to tweak at her
cotton tail, and then disappearing. She whimpered, feeling so utterly naked on
her hands and knees like that, legs spread wide and rump forced up into the air.
"That's a good girl..." came the wolf's voice from somewhere on her
left. She turned her head in that direction, eyes half closed for fear of what
she might see. Mason was grinning at her, eyes glinting as he surveyed his work,
one paw idly stroking at the huge cock jutting out from between his legs.
"Very good... Now for your hands."
She whimpered again and drew back, finding this entirely impossible with her
legs clamped to the table. Having no where to go, she just cringed in upon
herself best she could, lowering her front half to the table. The shocks of
pleasure bolting through her nipples as they raked over the rough table's
surface were utterly unexpected, eliciting a strangled little gasp from her and
a soft chuckle from Mason as he watched.
He took one of her paws tenderly in his, petting it and drawing her up again.
"Likin' this are ya, cutie?" he asked.
Tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes as she shook her head vehemently,
"No! Please, can't you just let me go? This is awful, horrible, I feel
so..." Her ears pressed down tight to her head as she looked away and bit
at her lower lip.
"Helpless?" came his voice, followed by a chuckle from Jimmy who was
still watching from across the room. His stroking had calmed down a bit, and now
he was just idly fondling along his sheath and balls.
"Well cutie, that's cause ya are." Mason continued, reaching below her
to flick one of her hard little nipples as he drew her paw up to the buckled
length of leather on that side. She drew inhaled sharply at the sensation,
blushing furiously, and felt both her wrists being firmly buckled down to the
table.
A paw caressed under chin, tipping her head up. She looked at Mason, tears still
coursing hotly over her cheeks. Jimmy had joined him. He reached out to run his
precum stained paw over the line of her back, petting her softly. The wolf
rumbled, "There now, all tied up and no where to go..." he said,
chuckling. She whimpered and tried to pull her head away, but his paw held her
firm.
"Now then, girlie, you ever tasted a cock before?" he rumbled.
Her eyes bugged out, his words shocking her right out of her tears, "Have
I... What?!" she stammered. She rolled her eyes down to Mason's bulging
cock and whimpered, shaking her head as best she could with her chin in his
hand. "N-no, no, I don't want to..."
The wolf and fox chuckled softly again -- Jimmy spoke this time, "Well,
it's not like ya have any choice, bunbun." The wolf cast him a glance, then
turned back to her, letting his paw stroke over her wet cheek, up over her
perpetually flattened ears. "But that's for later. We have someone else for
you to meet, first." he rumbled.
Confusion drew across her face. Someone else? "There's someone here?"
She tried to turn her head and look, but the wolf's paw held her firm.
"Yes, cutie." he rumbled, releasing her chin and letting her look
around. Her eyes fastened on the other door immediately -- it was the only place
from which anyone else could enter the room.
"Let him in, Jimmy..." he said to the fox.
The words made her skin crawl. Biting her lip, she looked to the fox with
pleading eyes. "I... I don't think I want to meet anyone else. I just want
to go home, really. Just... Let me go home? Please?" Her voice rose to a
pathetic sounding squeak at the end, and actually seemed to reach Jimmy for a
moment, but at a look from Mason he turned and trotted to the closet.
He took a shiny key from a peg beside the door and tipped up the Master lock,
sliding it home. Her brow furrowed. Why have a door locked, with the key right
where anyone could find it? Jimmy removed the lock and slid its hasp through the
peg beside the door, key still in place.
He took a deep breath, and then slowly opened the door, peering inside for a
moment as if to make sure it was safe. He looked back at she and Mason over one
shoulder, a look of resolve mingling with fear in his eyes, and then slipped
inside. She could hear him fumbling around with something -- a latch maybe.
Suddenly he came running right back through the door, lightning quick, almost
prancing with his hard cock bouncing and bumping up against his stomach as he
skittered over to Mason and then hid behind him. The wolf himself was slowly
backing away from the door -- backing away and leaving her there in plain sight,
buckled down to the table.
"What? What's going on?! Please! Please let me go!" she cried. She
could tell they both were at least anxious if not downright afraid of whatever
was in that closet. She tugged at her chaffed wrists and then her ankles,
finding them solidly fixed to the table. She was trapped...