Teasing Naida
Warning: Sexual activity, vaginal, anal... you get the point. If you like it, comment, and I'll give you more of Naida's tales.
The ache of arms came upon waking, and in a moment she realized that it was not a typical ache, but one that burned along the inner muscles from shoulders to wrists. Wrists, she realized, that were bound tightly above her head. Fingers were going just now numb, the tingling adding to the pain of her situation. Legs had been spread, ankles also bound, though as Naida tried to draw them together she realized that they had a bar between them, which aided the chains in holding them apart. She was nude; she knew that now as a sudden chill wracked her exposed form and her eyes finally opened. Her chin was resting against her chest and so it was her breasts first seen, bare and budded, as if yearning attention in the chill room. Hair shifted from shoulders to back as she lifted her head, the auburn curls sliding down without issue, letting her know that there was no wall directly behind her.
The room was dimly lit, and so Naida was struggling to see, the pupils of clear blue eyes dilating to take in the dim light of the torch at the end of the room. As she concentrated on the flickering flames she heard a soft movement and stiffened. That her ears could pick it up meant that whomever had put her here was close, for human ears were horribly lacking.
"I am glad you are finally awake." The voice was rough, masculine, and filled with amusement. Not something she was pleased with at the moment.
"May I--" her own voice was rough, and she took a moment to clear it before continuing on. "May I ask why I am here?"
"You may." She waited, watched as a tall shadow unfolded itself from a chair against the wall before her, and looked up as it drew near.
He had given no answer; let it hang in the air, as if waiting, though Naida doubted she'd be getting a response. She had a good idea what this was all about anyhow, or rather, what it would become. Why she was here, why she had been chosen, she couldn't guess.
She was lost in her thoughts for a moment, drawn out as a hand moved to caress the side of her right breast, and then, softly, cup it.
"You are a superb human specimen." She remained silent as he spoke, not up for thanking him for his compliment just yet.
"Obviously quite intelligent, too. You have not again asked, nor begun to beg. Wise of you to know that nothing you say or do can bring an end to what I plan here."
"And what, exactly, is that?" she had arched a brow and was still looking up at him. His paw was furred softly, rough on the inside and lacking claws. A feline of some sort, for canines could not retract their claws. He chuckled at her tone and expression, pawed hand moving to squeeze the breast in his grip firmly, thumb rubbing over the already hard nipple. She gasped softly, feeling a soft thrill through her.
"To have you, of course."
"Have me?"
"To taste you and take you in every way. I want to know every part of you before this night is over, and then, perhaps, if you've been a very good girl, I shall allow you to enjoy me." She shuddered again, at his promise and the movement of his free hand as he spoke, which had settled over her left hip and was slowly circling downwards, until it paused between her thighs.
His hand cupped her, a furred finger moving about, parting lips she hadn't known were moist and slipping into her warmth. She groaned feeling it, for his finger was decently sized and long, not enough stimulation to satisfy, perfect for teasing.
As she groaned he freed her breast and lifted the hand from it to her face, stroking her cheek gently. His finger found a wisp of hair and curled it, tugging softly, as if for her attention.
"For now you will be allowed to speak, though later I may decide to better restrain you. Moan for me, love, and I shall be kind. Beg for it, and I will love you well." She was shuddering s his finger thrust deep into her and curled, hitting the spot of pleasure and forcing her up onto her toes.
Her moan was pleasing to him, a deep guttural sound of enjoyment. Not the feral cry he wanted, but she would give him that, soon. His fur was drenched with her essence, and slowly it was removed from her, leaving Naida feeling empty and cold, her pulse throbbing between her legs as she yearned for further stimulation, fear of the unknown now forgotten.
She watched him in a daze already as he drew the hand towards himself, deeply sniffed at the finger and even extended his tongue, tasting it. A smile curled the lips of his muzzle, and she caught the glint of teeth in the flickering light. Then the hand was extended towards her, fingertip set at her lips.
"Clean it."
Her lips parted instantly, the rich smell of herself stimulating her further. The sweet taste astonished her, for she'd never before tasted herself. Tongue flickered to move over his fur softly, lapping at the padding of his pawed finger as well, thoroughly cleaning it. He withdrew his finger quickly enough, and then stepped back from her, crossing his arms and watching her squirm under his gaze.
She was flushed, body warm, aching for more, for him, in fact. And he smiled, pleased. Humans were his favorite, games with them tended to last longer than with others. Their lack of keen sense, he supposed. It did not matter why, only that he had a human now, before him, and at his mercy.
Naida watched as he moved from her, towards the seat he'd been on, which was still swathed in shadows and beyond her limited vision. He leaned over, picked something up, made a few movements with both hands and then straightened. When he returned to her it was with a strip of cloth hanging from one hand, and the other concealed something within balled fist. She watched as he smiled, and learned forward, the strip set over her eyes, his other hand not moving to aid him until she could no longer see. The blindfold was secured firmly and he must have moved back, for she heard a low hum, as if he admired his work.
Naida squirmed, waiting for his next touch and feeling it soon enough. A hand touched her rear and the placement suggested that he stood behind her now. She shivered as the rough pad moved over her, down to the back of her thigh, over to the front. His fingers found her lips again and parted them, held them open. She waited as he shifted behind her, waiting for his other hand, for his fingers to thrust into her. She wanted it hard and fast, but she'd take the teasing so long as he let her finish, in the end.
Cold metal pressed into her, small and cylindrical, the sex bullet was only two inches long and as thick around as her own thumb. It was left in her and both hands moved off, but there was a weight to it, as if something held it beneath, and sure enough she heard the light click of the switch he must have held and then felt the soft vibrations inside of her. Her body jerked, the bullet vibrations rocking her as she felt them on the sensitive inner walls nearer to her entrance.
His hand moved then, knuckles brushed her, fingers curled around the remote he held. Index finger extended, lightly moved to stroke the outer nub, watching as she fought against the urge to arch her body, listened to her light groans. His other hand, still clenched about something, moved again, between her legs. Padded fingers worked the string of beads he held until the smallest of the beads was between index and thumb. He moved this between her legs, and found himself forcing those fingers between the firm cheeks of her pert little rear. She gasped as he did it, and a smile formed on his face. He so loved surprising them.
"No." came from Naida and he chuckled, a soft sound she couldn't mistake as pure amusement.
"Then stop me."
The bead was worked to her anus, pressed firmly a moment against the tight ring of flesh. She was tensing herself, unable to relax to accept it, and he refused to pause to find a lubricant. That made things too easy. Instead he hit the switch on the bullet control, and she groaned softly from her throat as the vibrations increased, forcing the finger over her clit to move at a faster pace. Her body relaxed into the pleasure instantly, and with a grin he pushed again, the small bead forcing it's way into her rear with little resistance, drawing a surprised sound from her, but one lacking pain.
The next bead was the same size, separated from the first by an inch of string. This he pushed into her as well. He did, in fact, continue to push the beads into her until the chain of them was half way gone inside of her, the beads increasing in diameter every other one. She was groaning as they were moved into her, filling her, but while she gasped and flexed her muscles as if in pain, it was nothing severe.
Naida was enjoying herself immensely. She was near climax; the bullet vibrating in her and stirring every bit of her, a tight knot of pleasure had formed in her stomach and was ready to explode. His finger on her nub was only increasing her pleasure, and surprisingly to her, so were the beads up her ass. She clenched her muscles around the vibrating bullet, squeezing it against her walls, holding it as she felt her body shudder with the first wave of climax. The beads she felt too, rolling in her rectum, filling her more completely and adding a new stimulation to the situation. And then the bullet ended it's vibrations and his finger was removed. A moment later the toy followed suit and she found herself shaking with the sudden loss, denied the climax that had been so near. Her body yearned for it, was aflame with painful desire. The beads were slowly extracted, each popping out with a small burst of stimulating pleasure.
He tossed the beads and watched her shake her head in denial of his game, her body still quivering, wanting what he had just instantly denied. Her hands shifted in her bonds, trying to get free, to escape and pleasure herself, no doubt. He laughed softly and spun the moist bullet between fingers. A sudden idea sparked and he turned the bullet on again, bringing it to her ear so the vibrations were clear before he lowered it between her legs.
"Please." Came out softly, hoarsely, and he could hear the desire in her voice, feel it in the warm tension of her skin. He laughed softly and moved his free hand to her clit as the bullet too was moved. His finger pressed against it and she instantly began to move her hips, trying to stimulate herself. With a laugh he pulled his hand away and shut the bullet off.
"A new game, I think." She groan to hear it, but he knew she wanted it, wanted anything that would give her a release.
The bullet was forced deep into her vaginal entrance, until he knew it would rest hard against her g-spot. He moved away then and back to the bag left upon his seat, where he rummaged around. He returned to her with an object in hand, though, blinded, she did not know this.
"With pleasure comes pain and acceptance." Was all he said, then moved behind her and with fingers parted those taunt rear cheeks. She groaned softly as something soft, slick, and wide was set at her anal ring.
The bullet was flicked on and she moaned, a long low sound of feral pleasure as her body arched up and away from whatever pressed to her rear. He laughed and moved it nearer, knowing she was too far gone in the sudden hurried rebuilding of her climax to protest more than that. And sure enough her body was quivering, muscles clenching and unclenching as she climbed again to the peak.
The head of the phallic styled vibrator was set again to her rear entrance and slowly the lubricated jelly-like substance was pushed against the ring. Muscle gave one moment and refused the next, and she gasped and shook her head, silently asking that he end his torment of her. But she was climaxing in a moment.
Naida was frightened, feeling something large push against her butt and never having had anything wider than a finger before inserted. But there was little to do, strung up as she was, and the pleasure that suddenly burst and coursed through every part of her had the thoughts lost as she rode the deliciously long wave of her climax, the bullet's continued vibrations keeping her stimulated. And as she hit that peak he forced the object to penetrate, pain breaking through her pleasure and tears suddenly soaking into the cloth blindfold.
Rocking with climax, he watched her head shift, turn, and her body jerk again away, as far as it could in the bonds. She was gasping, moaning soft nothings of pleasure, unable yet to plead against what he would do to her. As she rode the wave he worked the toy into her, slowly, gently, until all six inches was buried in her rectum. Only then, as she ended the climax, did he remove the bullet and blindfold, meeting clear blue eyes that were dazed with the gift of pleasure he had given her.
"Please, take it away."
He smiled shook his head gently, lifting a hand to stroke her cheek as she cried out against it. Her body was limp in the chains and he moved to release her, wrists first. As she dropped them to her rear, as if to remove the toy herself, he grabbed them, eyes glittering a dangerous gold.
"No."
Arms were bound again, before her with the cloth of her blindfold as he freed the rest of her. She swayed and nearly fell, but he caught her and carried her around the half wall his chair was against, to the bed. She could feel pants on him, the bulge beneath, wondered if he would again take her to such heights.
Instead he tossed her to the bed, the movement of her landing sending a sock of pain through her rear, where the inch wide toy rested still. She was on her stomach, legs spread.
"Come, pet." She climbed towards him as he sat, moved to settle gently on his lap. He draped her legs over his own until she sat with hers wide, discomfort obvious in the contortion of her features. He laughed softly and moved a hand between those legs, through the auburn curls and then to the base of the toy inside her. There a switch was flicked and soft vibrations begun, to her horror.
"Please!"
He chuckled again and held her with one arm as the other moved to her still moist lips, then upward to that nub of pleasure. She'd experienced a vaginal climax, now he'd give her more... And after that, perhaps a spanking, for speaking so out of turn.
"Sing for me, love."
And she did, again and again.