Soft on the Outside.
#5 of Personal Works
Tonally one of my darkest works to date. Grim and intense.
Summary: Ofenna the lioness was out for a morning jog when she was ambushed by slave traders. Her buyer? A fetishist with a custom plush suit he wanted to bring to life. Regardless of how the one wearing it might feel.
Final Word Count: 8082
Artwork by Banderi
Maurey was breathing heavily as he rubbed into the toy against his bed. Brushing his sweat-slicked hair back as he pumped his hips again and again. The soft fabric beneath him stretched out as he rolled against it. The huge anthro plush smiled blankly as its head rolled to the side under his humping, and he breathed out as he brushed his face against it. The lusty brown otter was getting close, and with a quick grunt, he finally broke off, ducked back and worked out his frustration by hand.
Shuddering as his sticky climax poured out, he was strangely mindful to avoid the soft toy with it. He huffed as he grabbed for the tissues and cleaned himself up a bit, his green eyes stared back at him in the mirror, he looked more tired than he felt. Returning to his room, picking the heavy plush up, he put it back in the corner. For the umpteenth time, he sighed in dissatisfaction. It all felt so empty and hollow. His attempts to keep fucking the plush had lead to more mess than pleasure, the orgasms often ruined, and he felt shame in dirtying it.
He looked over the toy, made in the image of his crush, Nala the lioness. He'd ordered it as a suit because he loved the examples the maker showed online, even though he knew he'd probably damage it if he tried to put it on. Sighing, he brushed its cheek in wistful affection. Returning to his bed and staring at the ceiling as he slowly drifted off. He had to do something...
The lioness, Ofenna, had been out jogging early in the morning, the same route she'd run daily for well over a year now. Something was different that day, coming across a car in the woods with its hood up and a male lizard working at it. Slowing, she approached to give a closer look, seeing a tired looking black furred rabbit girl in the passenger seat.
"Something the matter?" She asked. The rabbit looked up, and opened the door, climbing out. The lizard spoke without halting his working. His eyes meeting her deep blue ones.
"Damned engine broke down, the wife and I flew in yesterday and picked up this rental. Know anything about this kind of car?" He indicated the rabbit, who had walked round, giving a soft wave.
Ofenna gave an apologetic smile, "Sorry, don't really use them myself, public transport kinda gal. Want me to go call a mechanics when I'm home?"
The lizard nodded. "Sure, that'd work, have a nice day now." Reaching into the hood and fidgeting.
Ofenna shrugged, nodded and readied to resume her jog before the rabbit suddenly stepped in front of her. She collided and would have fallen over if the rabbit hadn't been quick to stop and steady her. She fumbled a mix of an apology and a thanks before scaly hands latched on her forearms. She felt sharp plastic as her wrists were ziptied together by the lizard.
"What are you doing? Get off!" Realising quickly what was happening, she kicked at the rabbit, hitting her thigh and making her stagger. The lizard tackled her from behind at that. Bearing her to the floor. She struggled hard, fighting back. However with her elbows taken out of the equation by the ties, and the leverage against her, she could only lightly impact the lizard with her boot.
The rabbit recovered and growled in a high-pitch voice. "Stupid bitch!" Landing a kick at her side before she took some of the ties from her husband. Wresting off the lion's boots and socks she ziptied the ankles together too, before picking up the roll of silver tape she'd had. Wrapping it around her clothed thighs. Two rows of tape followed below and above Ofenna's breasts as the alleged husband held her in place.
Ofenna had started shouting for help, desperate, until a scaled hand wrestled her jaw shut and soft rabbit paws stroked some tape on her lips. They picked the struggling lioness up between themselves and lead her over to the trunk. Dropping her inside with a heavy thud before slamming the lid down.
Maurey stared at the monitor, tapping his fingers impatiently. An owl with a tear stricken face was dragged off but his interest was elsewhere. He looked at the listing, the lioness was next. Feeling a flutter in his heart, he waited as the grainy webcam view shifted.
Immediately, he felt a stirring in his crotch as he saw her. Black hair with a punk smattering of dye at the front, tan fur, glaring blue eyes. She'd had a filthy looking cloth gag tied around her mouth, stripped to just the sports bra and gym shorts she'd been wearing. With ropes keeping her on the chair. The sound from her camera was muted, so he could only see the shaking of her head and tugging when she got the spirit to try and fight. From her reactions she obviously didn't know she was being recorded, head slumping back as she took a breather and showing off her chest.
The lighting was bad, but Maurey already knew she was perfect. The bids rolled by, starting at three thousand dollars, someone else beat him to the first bid, but he added another five hundred. More bids, the numbers climbing as the competition stated what they'd offer for the lioness. The figures jumping in response to her struggles. Lust to break the spirited girl overtaking the sense the bidders and making them pledge more of their wallets, but Maurey would not be outdone.
He was tempted to just blurt out his highest offer, but common sense stayed his hand, waiting. Bidding began to slow around the low twenty thousands, he waited for the predictable twenty-five to come out, and all the bidding paused. The tension was starting to give him a headache, and he realised his jaw was grinding. His fingers found the keys as he pronounced the sudden shock increase to the bid of twenty eight thousand. The chat went silent, several users logging off immediately, others falling quiet and waiting for the next piece of chattel. None were left to oppose him as that timer ticked away in the corner. Come on, come on! He thought to himself, fingers tensed to raise the price, as the long seconds counted down to zero.
The confirmation of the sale came, and Maurey found him self lifted on a wave of elation, hands trembling as he yelled his joy to the ceiling, springing out of his chair in exultation. The representative was already reaching out to him, as he took an excited lap of his room, laughing to himself.
The camera had already changed. The auction moved on to the next lot, by the time he sat, fulfilling his side of the deal, and making the necessary arrangements...
Ofenna opened her eyes blearily, she didn't have high hopes when she tried to move, given how she'd woken up the last few times. Sure enough, her arms and legs wouldn't pull apart, but this time there was a strange rustling when she moved. Her eyelids felt some resistance, telling her that the cloth blindfold was back in place, but it had been shaken half loose, her left eye seeing wood above her. Gaps in the wood showed some trace of light, and she murmured into the tape over her lips. Craning forward as much as the low lid allowed she was able to dimly see herself. She'd been wrapped up in black trash-bags! Rounds of tape rolled over her to hold her bound, but the dark plastic was just humiliating! As outrage flared, and she began to wake up properly, she became dimly aware of voices and tried to listen in.
"...sign the name right here."
A scribbling noise followed. "Thank you, sir." Came the voice again.
"Don't mention it, glad you found the place." replied the other, as a door shut. A moment passed as the delivery man was seen off, and footsteps approached the crate she was lying in. She saw a knife blade shove through the corner and down along the edge, parting some kind of cover on the box. Then, the lid was thrown open revealing relatively blinding light made the lioness wince. Oh god, now what... she thought to herself as she kicked out. The rustling sounded again as she tried to wiggle around. Her vision clearing enough to see an otter standing over her.
The otter let out a twisted giggle, speaking half to himself it seemed. "My God, she's beautiful, perfect..." He reached into the box, putting his hands on her breasts and squeezing! She let out an angry muffled yell at that, realising with a sinking feeling this was still no saviour. Maurey's hand pressed down her front, rubbing her belly and dipping to touch her pelvis. He ignored her entirely, as if she were just an object. His hands tracing her thighs, even pinching over her footpaws. "Yess, worth every penny." He whispered to himself, reaching into a pocket. The hand emerged gripping a dog collar which, as he reached down and grabbed her behind the ear to lift her head, was slipped behind and fastened at her neck.
Ofenna's eyes widened in rage, which was short lived as Maurey casually brushed the blindfold down over her eyes. Hands scooping below her shoulders and under her knees, before she was lifted out of the box. Carried in blackness, rustling loudly as she squirmed, but he didn't let go or even slow down. Dropping her onto something soft.
She heard a ripping noise and felt some extended freedom around her shins as the otter sliced through the bags. She kicked blindly out, and found her foot seized in one hand. The other leg kicked and thrashed but it didn't find a mark as he wrestled the foot to one side, the lioness feeling a leather cuff tugged over her ankle and tightly pulled on. Chains jangled as she tried to pull it free, but it was secured to a post of the bed she was lying on. Hands came down on her flailing leg and trapped it before it, too, was dragged to the other corner and shackled up. She tried to squirm around, but her legs were spread wide now.
Her captor's touch returned at her neck, a chain leash clipping onto the collar and holding her body stable. When the tearing sound returned again, she halted her squirms, as she felt the steel close to her body. Maurey's hand darting in fast and grabbing her wrist, she tried to pull out of his grip, but two fit arms on one exhausted one was no contest, he even brought his knee up to pin her forearm down as a wrist cuff chained her to yet another corner of the bed. No, no no no, fuck, no! Desperation welling up, she heard the rip of the tape and bag at her other arm, and struck first. Pulling her arm out and reaching for the otter. She struck home, claws digging into his forearms and gouging through the shirt. While it made Maurey stagger back, he launched full body onto her next, winding her as his knee hit her chest and grappling the arm down to the final cuff. Wrenching this one a notch tighter, it bit into her fur and made her muffle a groan.
Ofenna started struggling and tugging at all her chained limbs, as she felt the bags sliced off and pulled out from under her. "Huh? What's this?" Came the otter's voice, his hands falling to the gym shorts around her waist. "Won't need these things anymore." He said distractedly, slipping the blade under the band and cutting them off. "This too..." her bra receiving the same treatment, baring her fully to him. He hissed under his teeth, rubbing at his scratched arm. "Man this stings...". Strange rustling sounds as he kicked the bags away, pulled off his shirt, and dipped next door for a roll of bandage. Wrapping sloppily around the red gashes she'd left in his arm. He took little time in returning, and Ofenna heard a metal clink, an unzipping, and realised with horror he had disrobed his waist too, their was a pause as a squishing sound came out, the otter grabbing a bottle of lubricant and smearing it over his eager shaft.
She felt the weight shift as he climbed onto the bed, his fingers brushed against her sides, softly, making her squirm at the tickling touch. His mouth moving to her breast and teeth pressing on her nipple, she thrashed in anger, fighting with renewed rage at this, and at his climbing up. She felt his tongue on her cheek and her stomach twisted in revulsion as he whispered into her ear. "Oh, Nala, my very own princess, Nala." His tone loving and quivering with excitement. An excitement the lioness felt being pushed between her legs as the head of his dick was nestled against her folds! No! Get the fuck off me! She tried to howl into the gag, shivering in worry, and in reflex at the chilly cold substance that lined the poking end. "Oh, sweet lioness, all mine." He crooned, wetting himself in her, before his hips put some real weight in.
His slim pecker having little trouble pressing into her, that well prepped. She tensed in violation, squirming and howling to try and get him away, but his hands came down to her hips. Grabbing on as he started to screw into her, mindless of her protests and his own misdeeds. His speed picking up as he poked deeper and deeper inside of her. She found her hips betraying her at the feeling, flaring at the passionate twisted heat from the stimulation. He leant over, kissing her cheek as he went in deep, suddenly stopping. He paused mid thrust and with a tone of alarm, added "W-wait, she's not a virgin? My princess has to be a virgin!" But despite his seeming horror, he kept going, enthralled by his lust at being inside a real lioness. "No, no, this wasn't how it mmgh, was meant to be." Still pumping away in her again and again. Ofenna resisted with every inch of her body, trying to stop herself from even giving him anything, but the mind can only do so much, struggling herself to deny her biological enjoyment. Yet in spite of this, before long she felt him thrust hard and erratically before he suddenly pulled out. Hot wet spurts shot across her belly and he shouted a quick. "Oh, fuck! I... oh, that's right." as he remembered that he hadn't spread his seed on his beloved plush.
Ofenna felt filthy and violated, and all the vigour of the sex had knocked her blindfold off one eye again, she whimpered into the tape, her lower half feeling bruised, as the naked, dripping otter wandered off to his bathroom without a second glance. Not to mention, the aching need he'd forced her to feel, still leaking liquids as he treacherous petals cried for more attention. Leaving his stain on her belly. The sound of water as the shower turned on raised her attention anew. This was her chance!
She tossed her head to shake the blinder off a bit more to free her second eye and looked at the cuffs. Pulling with her legs... there! Her left ankle was looser! She worked at it, feeling the cuff wasn't as tight as it could be, putting her all into it, as she got it over her paw, it squeezed, but she wiggled her toes regardless, slowly worming out of it. With a jolt the leg slipped free!
She paused, listening. Maurey was singing! No way he heard the chains then, good, she stared at the other leg, but that one however, was not looking good. That cuff was as tight as the one on her wrist. She looked upward. Maybe the other arm? Wait, the leash, she felt it growing in slack and looked up, it had been lazily tied on. It took her a few minutes to detach it, but then it slipped loose, letting her pull around a bit more. She rubbed her face on the bed below her, getting at the corner of the tape, it started to peel slightly, and so she kept at it, rubbing over and over. The pain at it pulling off some fur didn't dissuade her, she had to get her lips free, maybe then she could do something more!
The corner yielded, feeling a sting but also a chill of air at the edge of her mouth. Her tongue poked, using it to widen the gap little by little, and with luck, she stuck it slightly to the bed, letting a thrashing pull start to bundle it off her. She got the front of her mouth free when it detached, lazily flopping onto itself. It stuck there, making it too tangled to toy with further, but she had made progress. Now, if she could just get up to her wrist...
She froze when she felt a presence. Maurey was there, a towel around his shoulders, staring. With a fit of rage he stormed over, grabbing a length of rope from a corner on the way. He grabbed the struggling lion's legs together and lashed them up. Sloppy, but thorough and tight. "Stupid! I was-, I was going to clean you!" His eyes looking at hers for the first time, as he was actually talking to her as a person. "I was going to shower you, and then we could have used my bed, but oh no, not now."
"What? Get the fuck off me you rapist scum!" Ofenna yelled, now that she could. That outburst earned her a sharp slap to her face, to which she growled and lashed her teeth forward. Catching only the air. He tied a loop around each of her arms and cinched together, tugging them tight, so that as soon as one arm was freed they'd be pulled together over her head. He removed the chains from the bed, re-attaching the slipped cuff with force. Carrying the lioness over to a corner in another room, already lined with torn newspaper pages. He lashed her to a metal pipe connected to his heating system. Leaving her chained and still bound by the ropes.
"You can sit there till morning!" the otter yelled.
"Bite me!" She yelled back, but he'd already left, slamming a door behind him as he simply went to sleep. Ofenna curled up on herself as much as she could, shock and fear winning over bravado as, left alone, she dwelt on the last week she'd had. Abducted, barely fed, mistreated, apparently sold, spending half the time drugged too. Her arms felt weaker than they'd ever been, and with the harsh reattachment of the cuffs, she knew she wasn't breaking loose. She huffed to herself in despair as she tried to rest. The gross feeling of his cum drying on her belly furthering the girl's sorrow as she tried to wipe some of it on the paper 'bed'...
The night was rough. Any time she drifted to sleep, between the cold and the discomfort in her joints, she was snatched back to the otter's cruel use of her, or to worse scenarios, her brain twisting the trauma into further nightmares and torturing her more. She barely got any rest as a result, and so, when she opened her eyes to see the otter's legs in her vision, she didn't register what was happening. His knees were on the floor beside her head and his hand reached to her cheek, gripping on.
Her senses came back to her when she saw his rock hard penis standing in front of her lips, pressing his tip inside, she blinked, the end of her tongue brushing him. "Let's see what her mouth feels like." he whispered, as if talking of someone willing, no, of something that was willing. Ofenna's temper flared as he pushed in and she closed her jaw, with him inside. He yelped as he jumped back, his morning bj interrupted by her bite. He looked down concerned, but aside from a lingering sting, there was no blood or damage beyond some angry redness. More was the pity as far as she saw as he howled and stormed off.
Maurey was more angry than anything. Even though there were tears in his eyes from the pain, it was his princess' rejection that stung. He strode to his room, walking along to his prepared collection of toys, grabbing a thick gag, two rings linked together. He also pocketed another toy before he pushed back to the front room. He grabbed hold of her jaw tighter than before, squeezing painfully until she opened her mouth. He shoved the gag deep into her muzzle at that opportunity, pushing against her frantic struggles, wrestling her head in his hands as he buckled it behind.
He looked at that maw, cock starting to grow stiff again, despite the pain. But no, she'd rejected him, so she'd deal with what that meant. He picked the long toy out of his pocket, a long and bendy cock-shaped dildo, lining it up with the rings, he shoved it inside. Sliding the rubber to fill her mouth and then back into her throat. She retched and shook her head to try and get it off, and so he shoved it deeper. Her eyes bugged out wide, as it passed deep enough for her to start choking, hacking and spluttering around it. He dragged a catch at the base of the ring behind the dildo, locking it in place. She'd not swallow it, nor get rid of it now.
Maurey purred as he looked at her squirming. Movements rattling the chains and tugging the rope, his hand dropped to his cock, brushing along it, there was something sexy about seeing her like this. He realised it was the eyes, the pleading desperation in them, she thought she was choking after all, but then there was a small gasp as she got some air back. He groaned as he felt a sting from the bite mark, but he had to sate his need. Still offended at her refusal, and her taking another lover or more before him, he looked for a different target. He moved to the ropes over her legs and grabbing them in his hands, tightened them until her shins were stuck solidly together. His hands fell on her legs, and he went back to his knees, pulling her paws to his waist. He thrust his cock between them. Shoving against her toes as he rolled his hips in and out, quickly bringing himself up to speed. She tried to kick and struggle, wanting her legs out of his grasp, but with no luck, his grip was strong and the ropes and chains held her from getting the ground she needed.
The otter didn't care either way, the resistance only excited him more as he rubbed and rubbed, forcing her to give him a pawjob. It didn't take him long, he wanted a quick relief after all, and soon, with a shudder, his ropes of seed shot into her fur. A few more rocking jerks, a shivering along his back as the pleasure addled him for a second. He wiped himself off on her soles and rose up. Wandering over to the front door. That was satisfying to him. That was good... but alas, he still had to work. He walked out. Slipping the door closed and locking it, he heard another choked sob from his princess, but she could still breathe. She'd cope. Maybe having a fake cock to suck would teach her the value of his own.
Ofenna looked up as the door clicked to the sound of Maurey pushing his keys into it. Shit, he was home now. The windows had shown that evening was on the way, and all she'd managed in that time was to work the offending rubber toy loose and saw through some rope with her claws, but still not all of it. Chains still holding her arms back.
"Aww, good girl." He said with a sneer when he saw her, eyes catching on the ring. He peeked at the rope on the ground but didn't slow himself down from approaching. "You wanted the real thing so bad you cleared the way. Let's try again, princess." the otter crooned. Slipping his cock out in the few paces it took to approach from the door. She tried to pull away from him, but his hands grabbed the straps on the ring-gag, and tugged her to his dick. The wretched thing brushed in without contest this time, and Ofenna closed her eyes, unable to shake away. Her tongue pressed under the rings, so she was spared of having to lick him, but he still rubbed his member over her tongue and against her cheeks where he could, starting slow.
She kept her eyes closed, hating everything about it as he picked up speed, a warm liquid dribbling from the tip onto her tongue as he started to get excited. The wet walls of her mouth brushed against over and over. His member began to throb, huffing, shuddering. Her nose filled with the scent of his crotch, built up from the day. Tears creeping from her shut eyelids as he bumped into her nose again, finally the telltale speed picked up and with a grunt as warning, he came into her maw, shooting his sperm down her throat. He pulled back a bit, letting his spunk pool on her tongue. Only when it slowed did he remove his cock.
He went to the kitchen, then, leaving her alone as he prepared his dinner. There was a whizzing noise as he threw a portion of it into a blender, returning to her side. The otter spooned the mix out and shoved it into her gag, the taste of his cum still fresh in her mouth as he force fed the pulp. But after spending the last day bereft of food, she was desperate. Hunger trumped sensibilities and sense, despite the hate she felt, swallowing it down. Both to get nourishment and ensure she didn't choke, as he just shovelled it in, spoon after spoon, forcing her meal through in mere minutes.
He had his own plate of the same food, so she could at least see what it was that had been blended into a gross mush. He turned to the side and switched on a TV, relaxing and watching whatever was on as he ate, his hand slipped around Ofenna's waist, hugging close to her bound form. She kept squirming and trying to get anything loose, and was surprised at how little Maurey seemed to care about her resistance. Her eyes blinked slowly, the world feeling calmer though. She gave up struggling, she'd done nothing of merit all day and night in her attempts. Breathing with a soft sigh.
Maurey put his fork down, having finished. He pushed the plate away and turned to Ofenna, hands going to her wrists. She felt the change in tightness as he removed the buckle holding the chained cuff on each hand, then her feet. Taking a soft grope at her breasts, his face pressed to her lips and kissed her gagged mouth. She didn't feel like resisting, it suddenly seemed too much effort. Even the ropes were being undone, now, and the otter helped her to stand, leading her through to the back room.
The world seemed light and foggy as she was lead into the bathroom, the drugs slipped into her food taking hold to make her placid and quiet, as well as slowly fatigued. She was guided to his shower, and with an almost delicate and affectionate level of care, Maurey assisted in washing her. Removing the grime that had accumulated. She'd not had not had a proper wash since the morning before her jog.
Soaps were rubbed delicately into her fur, removing the fresh stains first, and then working out the rest. Ofenna lazily assisted, caught in a light-headed trance. She just felt tired now... so tired, the strain of her bondage seemed to fade as the clean water brushed through her, she didn't even mind the nude otter with her. Aah, the water is so warm... She fell forward, naked and drenched into Maurey's arms, in the hold of drug induced sleep already.
"Soon my sweet princess, soon." Maurey whispered to the toy in the corner, brushing the large smiling head softly. He lifted the plush in his arms and moved it toward the bedside. Ofenna still slept, washed and dried and waiting. She looked so peaceful and beautiful like this. Before he'd noticed, his hands were brushing over her again, molesting through the now soft and clean fur. He raised her limp hand to his lips, licking it, sucking on a finger, he wanted to do so many things to her... but time was not infinite, and he'd hate to have to drug her again, those were expensive.
He picked up the first custom made toy, an imposing ribbed dildo, making sure to spread more than enough lubricant on it, he went to the lioness' legs. Resting a hand on her thigh to hold her as he pushed the toy in. It was a fight, the thing wide and hard enough that he really had to struggle to get it in! Needing to hold on just to stop her sliding along the bed instead of the phallus sliding into her. He grunted with effort with the last inch, a bulging end designed to hook it in and stay put, but then it sunk home. Ofenna stirred a little, shaking her hips, but was still quite obviously asleep.
The next plug, thicker still, was forced into her rump. Tight enough to form a seal, her body weight helped him angle it in from below. Again it slid home as the toy bore a knot-like protuberance with a thin end before the base, making it hard to get further in or back out. He sat back, admiring the two bases.
Clicking on a vibrator inside the vaginal toy, the thing teasing her inert body, he picked up a thick metal band with some soft padding. The otter clicked the belt around her waist setting it snug to her hips with a pair of thigh straps to make sure it was truly rooted in place and waited. He wasn't sure if it was the vibrations or if she herself quivered, but he had to test something, waiting for a drop of her feminine dew to show. Once it did he picked up the next piece of the belt, a chastity shield, slipping it over the leaking frontal toy. Then he used an external screw to attach it to both dildos. Watching, waiting, proving to himself that the belt was indeed watertight.
He kicked the plug up some notches, to be sure. Not a drop of darkened colour crept past... perfect! Satisfaction plain within him, he pushed the last of the mechanism together, and opened up a tube. A strong chemical smell crept out as he squeezed the glue along every joint and opening, filling in gaps to ensure that it would only ever come loose with the correct solvent. Which he sure didn't have any desire to get.
He kissed her cheek as he turned off the vibrator. "I wish you were awake for this part, but this is the best way..." he whispered, hands finding the dog-collar and pulling it off. Swapping it for a smoother rubber collar, lined to fit her neck snugly, it had a tiny crown embossed on it, signalling his princess' status. Next came the pair of mittens, the insides tight enough to press her fingers and thumbs together, but padded and thick to create a nice rounded effect. He lined the insides with the same glue and forced them over her hands. The slender wrist cuffs wrapping over the rubber which went half down her forearm. More glue touched the buckles on cuffs and collar, another squeeze filling in the small lock there too.
He picked up a mittened hand, rubbing it against his cheek, admiring the soft cushioned effect caused by how thick it was, barely feeling her clawed fingers below. Putting the hand down to rest on her belly, though it slid off, still limp, Maurey lifted the next piece. A thick muzzle, with a hefty and long plug inside it too. The small tube out the base and tip seeming insignificant compared to it's length. It too was well lubricated, and for the first few inches he had less trouble than the others, though his speed was due to care instead of difficulty this time, making sure the tube pressed into her gullet. When the muzzle pressed to her lips he knew it was in place, and so he tugged the rubber sleeve of it over her jaws and snout, leaving her nose free. Straps were drawn over the top of her head and under her ears, he pulled the buckles tight there, the lioness truly gagged, deep into her throat, so that he could only hear her breathing.
It was time, Maurey felt his groin stirring as he looked at the geared up girl and considered what was next. He got up off the bed, returning to the large plush toy. For the first time the suit would have a wearer. He pulled the zipper down, tugging out the blankets and cushions he'd previously used to lend a bit more heft, the material drooped but it was still so thick and soft he could brush himself longingly against it. Laying it beside Ofenna, he reached into the legs, making sure they were empty as he rolled them up a little, moving them over Ofenna's paws. He dragged slowly, making sure to catch any creasing as the soft mass slid up her body. His breath caught as he saw how well it fit. Biting his lip when both legs reached the thighs. The toonish, thick footpaws looked so cute with an actual body holding them there. His fingers pressing into her crotch, through the stuffed suit, he could barely even feel the metal belt holding her and wondered how it must feel...
He swallowed and tried to focus, wresting her tail into its own thick plushy sleeve, then pulling the suit up over her waist. He left it there and gathered up her hands, threading them into the arms, the fat puffy paws of the suit were thick enough to null her hands' dexterity even if they weren't covered in the mittens, but this just guaranteed that she'd not be able to do anything of use with them. She squirmed a little as if in a fitful dream, then again as the motions jostled the newly installed plugs. Still, the soft sleeves weighed her arms down so they barely twitched, even as Maurey slid the fabric over her shoulders. When her chest was in place, he carried the smiling Nala mask and tucked her muzzled face into it. He tried not to look as he rolled her onto her front, hands shooting down to the zipper, he drew it up, the noise filling the air as the metal teeth clicked up and knitted. The suit was pulled together around her body, tucked over her smoothly. The neck of the zipper had a small pocket to stuff the pull-tab into to hide it, and a small strap to stop it coming loose accidentally. However it worked just as well to hold it there from any struggles that might happen.
He stared at the work, and was elated. The plush suit had always looked so dead and limp no matter how he stuffed it, but seeing the arms fully fleshed out by the body below, the rise and fall of her chest and the light motions of one moving in sleep, he could almost believe that Nala had come to life to be with him. He looked at his clock, it was getting late, but he'd done it, he'd got his princess at last, to be his and his alone. He pulled back the covers on his bed out from under 'Nala' and climbed in beside her, tucking the sheets over their shoulders, and dozing next to her, a hand on her cheek as he gazes lovingly at the vacant smile.
Ofenna's eyes shot open, but blackness and heat greeted her, then came pain and discomfort! Her abdomen felt like it was being torn apart, and she felt like she was choking, hands shooting to her throat and crotch, she was baffled when they met soft resistance, not bound but... coated? She tried to whimper, but whatever was in her throat stilled even her voice, meaning she just let out a sharp breath. She felt herself dry-heaving against her will, trying to expel the item, but it was stuck and nothing she did had any obvious effect. She quickly worked out that her fingers were not only inside something, but stuck together in it, and that something even thicker was over them. She rolled onto her side, trying to sit up, kicking and squirming. At least she wasn't bound, but the motions set her to writhe as she stirred up the mixed teasing and pain of the dildos invading her!
Unable to speak or see, the blindness adding to the horrible strain of the deep set toys. She felt around her face, and quickly worked out she was in some kind of suit, squeezing the head between the flat of her hands, but it wouldn't detach, only stretching softly... No, what the hell, think rationally, she told herself. If it's a suit then... her hands went to the back of her neck, looking for the zipper, but discreetly tucked away, she couldn't even detect it, let along do anything. Squirming on her back, trying to roll, the world leapt around her. Falling off the bed and landing on the floor.
She struggled to find her legs, one foot slipping from the soft material on the floor and landing on her rump again, trying to get up when pressure fell on her arms. She heard the otter's voice. "What's the matter, Nala, can't sleep?" He asked, as she was pulled up, she tried to howl at him, but still nothing came from her lips. "Come back to bed, princess." he said in a gentle tone, but the way his dragging hands pulled her sharply back was anything but gentle. She was squished under his weight to hold her. She felt a twist in the shoulders and neck of the suit as the otter clipped on the dog collar and leashed it to the bed again, tying it securely this time. Before he rolled back to his side of the bed. "Good girl, good night." He said, kissing the toy's cheek. But not before his arms wrapped her in a hug, one hand tight on a plush breast. His leg knotting over hers. She squirmed around, but the leash was short, anchoring, and she could get no purchase on the smooth bed. Meaning she was well and truly stuck.
Maurey lost some sleep, trying to doze through the night, he didn't mind too much, it was fun seeing his love so mobile. Still, he had to curb that enthusiasm to save energy. And so in the morning, he got out of bed early and went to his toy table. "Just a second my love, we'll get you fixed up." He said, finding the glue bottle. Even through the fabric mask Ofenna could smell that chemical scent, and when he suddenly pushed her on her front and weighed down again, she knew what was coming. Flailing, thrashing, trying to scream and shake her head. She didn't even feel the light pressure tracing up her back from the glue being applied to the zipper. Not until the otter took the cloth flap that served to hide the metal, and pressed in tight to absorb the solvent, and stick in place. While it set, he tucked a little lock against the zipper, clicking it loud for her to hear as one more layer of security snugged onto it.
He went next door, leaving the panicked girl feeling another cold wash of despair. He came by later, said his goodbyes and left for the day. Ofenna spent hours, tiring herself out, trying to wrestle out of the suit. Or working on the leash. Trying anything she could. Wanting desperately to get anything loose as she suffered in the soft and cozy prison.
It felt like days before she heard faintly, the door opening and shutting. Maurey returning that evening. He smiled when the toy was still where he left her, chained to the bed. "You must be starving, my love." He said "Well, how about we trade, give me some relief and I'll get you a lovely hot dinner." Ofenna was exhausted, she barely could even lift her head, before it flopped over, which he took to be a nod.
"I don't want to make much of a mess, though." He said, taking her hands in his, she couldn't see where they were led, but soon she felt him rubbing the plush paws against his cock. He tightened a belt over her forearms, trapping them together to remove any chance of resistance, as he made her simply give him a soft handjob. Wrestling her hands in his own when she kept trying to stop. But still, calling her a good girl, complimenting her skills and compliance as if she was willing! Rubbing himself off against the soft cloth and leather paw-pads stitched on. Feeling how the bumps of the material slid along his shaft. He'd been looking forward to seeing her all day, but still couldn't bring himself to soil the plush fabric with his sperm, and so, after making her paw away until he was on the edge, he pulled back, finishing again with a purr. Ofenna sagged, defeated and drained. With no energy left.
True to his word though, Maurey returned later. Her blended meal in a long, syringe-like tube. He pulled at the mask's lips, revealing a discreet hole through which he could pull the tube in her throat gag, and connected the syringe. Ofenna felt the disturbing sensation as the mushy meal was squeezed straight down into her stomach. Her heart falling when she realised he wasn't even going to let her out for meals!
Indeed, Maurey had it planned that way, for her to live with him, without ever needing to remove the suit. He kissed her head as he relaxed, cradling her across his chest as he ate his own food. This was what he'd been waiting for...
Days turned into weeks, time going by. Every day, Maurey would come home to his princess, his beautiful Nala. He tested over the weekends, and saw there was no chance she could open the doors, or windows and so, he started to leave her free to roam the house when he had to go out. If she made a mess, or broke something, then she spent a time leashed back to something, be it in the corner for a truly severe mistake, and with a low buzzing vibe to punish, or hooked onto the bed for a minor infraction with. If she went a period without any disturbances, he'd reward her by turning the vibrator in her plugs up to full. Thinking she would enjoy it and get off. But it was never enough for that, only ever teasing the poor girl. Unable to lose herself to the option of pleasure in the rest of the grim situation.
Still, he'd dote on his sweet Nala, but the lion wearing the suit would resist, shaking her head at the name, and it started to eat at him, in distraction one day when he was done using her bound thighs to get off, he called her his princess and she shook her head and shoved him when he was carefully jerking the rest of the way. His sperm hit the suit, and he lost his temper then, dragging her to the bathroom, he quickly washed his semen off as best he could, and then locked her in the bathroom, storming out. He returned with rope in hand and bound her up in a tight hogtie. Temper still up as he used the helpless lion plush as a footrest and went online...
It was days later that his order arrived, he'd left her tied throughout the wait, smacking her with a crop or whip in the evenings. Keeping each session going until she felt the pain even through the soft padding. He didn't use her once in all that time. On the day of arrival, he mixed up the drugged formula again, piping it into her, waiting for her to be unconscious. He'd bought the solvent needed to remove the glue. Using it he peeled off the suit, washing it and her once again.
Her plugs were removed and replaced with thicker nastier ones. Solid, lacking the vibrator. Both to deny her even the hint of pleasure he'd offered, and because the girl had stretched to accommodate the older model's size. And finally, given how she never responded to his praise and words, he decided she could be a senseless plush. Gluing the belt back together, and then stuffing thick plugs into her ears before gluing them in too.
Instead of gluing the zipper though, he cut off the tab entirely and with needle and thread, sewed up it's length, meaning that cutting would be the only way out for her now. Ofenna lived a life of maddening misuse for weeks more as Maurey grew a taste for heavier and more elaborate bondage. Plus given she didn't need to be got down, she was often left bound. Whether hogtied, suspended, or strapped to the slowly increasing range of furniture Maurey ordered. Slowly it wore her down, she almost started to believe she was a plush. And she definitely began to regret not being his pleasing little princess.
Though to Maurey, the erosion of will seemed to be just that, his 'Nala' finally becoming his pet, lover and friend. He hoped his life would continue this way forever, after all who else got the fictional girl of their dreams to live with them?
Maurey was in the living room, watching TV when there was a knock at his door.
"Who is it?" He called out.
"Police, excuse me sir, could you open the door?"
Maurey's stomach clenched as fear stole over him. "Uh, j-just a second!" He called out. 'Nala' was asleep on the floor after a long weekend of energetic use. Maurey dragged her quickly to the corner and propped her loosely in a sitting pose to hide in plain sight.
He was certain it was over, that they'd figured out his connection to her disappearance. He crouched down whispering "N-Nala! Wait for me, I'll be back! I love you!" Before he ran to a window in a rear room, hauling it open and slipping out.
The police waited a moment, before knocking again. "Sir? We just have some questions..." but silence greeted them.
"Hey!" The officers partner said, pointing at the shape of an otter running away, skulking, too obviously wishing to be unseen. "That looks like Mr. Collins alright. But why is he running? I'm gonna give chase."
"Alright." The other officer said trying the door. It wasn't locked slipping open as the officer swung the handle. The uniformed feline wandered into Maurey's abode as her partner hared off. She winced and felt a turn as she saw all the toys and equipment in the back room, but, it wasn't a crime after all. Giving a brief survey for the resident, in case they were mistaken. On the way out, she saw the collapsed giant plush toy.
"What's this now?" Was it her imagination, or did the hand just move a bit. The officer started to approach the plush.
END