Confined Spaces
This is a quick and dirty little practice piece I was fiddling with. I cleaned it up from its draft form procastinating on another piece I meant to work on, so I might as well post this for you to enjoy!
The boot lid slammed loudly shut, cutting off all but a few hints of light that slipped through the panel gaps.
Not that she could see those through the thick pillowcase wrapped so tightly around her snout, cords of thin string knotted tight around her throat more at her snout, only reinforcing the layered beneath it. Even before her own panties had been stuffed into her maw it would have been needlessly excessive, unable to release the biting pressure that made every attempt at sound just fill her maw with the humiliating taste of her own underwear. Panicked breathing washed back at her hot and damp within the claustrophobic confines of the fabric, head twisting left and right but it was no use. The rope was much too tight, the space much too small, and the raw, unwelcome sensation much too strong.
The rope harness was bad enough, tight enough all on its own before taking into account the very tightly pulled portion it over the buzzing toy buried in her sex. The coarse harness expertly worked from ankles to thighs, to her breasts, arms and shoulders, with the afterthought of her tail tucked in between her thighs after she'd thoughtlessly beat him with it as hard as she could. Stupid, stupid, only now she cursed. It'd felt good to hurt him, harm him then for what he was doing but now she could only regret it, regret the way it spread her legs just a margin for the rope to bite a little harder, but really because she could have used it to pick at the knots and try and wriggle her way free! Now she had no use hope and no tools of any sort, not with her arms so strictly yanked as high up her back as she could bend, the box tie was already cramping her shoulders and the muscles there all ached equally in complaint, especially her fingers, lashed around her elbows without mercy or a hint of movement.
A struggle, and her toes curled almost right afterwards. The only slack in the rope work was to her crotch rope and her attempt to straighten from the slight back arch drove the buzzing shape firmer into her embarrassingly wet folds, "--mmnhhhh!" escaping the very muffled confines of her maw until she re-learnt the lesson about what struggling would get her. Claws tickled off something crinkly beneath her, she couldn't think properly, hips were grinding and she didn't even realise, gently using the crotch rope to wriggle the horrible intruder back and forth for more sensation as she gasped those weak little sounds. Nnnnh, no focus--! Something made a noise underneath her while she was writhing, and it was only with a final little hurty grind that she convinced herself back into the things that really mattered! There it was again, something plastic was underneath her. It was her car, she got the industrial wrapping from a friend because her boot leaked in the rain. Really she should have felt more anger stacked on top of what she already felt, that he'd taken her car as well as--- her! But the only thing she felt now was deflated, going limp against her harshly tied rope binds and exhaling a single sobbed howl of defeated frustration.
She didn't even hear the garage opening, but she heard, and felt more than heard the car starting, engine revving smoothly and inertia rolling her left over the crest of her tail, now... she didn't know where she was facing, only that she was being driven away somewhere, somewhere away from home--! Digits dug into elbow scales and she howled as loudly as she could manage, thrashing and rolling her hips in attempt after attempt to kick out her legs but all she could manage was to pull the ropes taut over and over again, the subtle creaking sound of tension the best she could manage, and it was quieter than the rustling beneath her scaly hide. The wet crinkling of spicy dew trickling off of her thighs and tail, she had to amend with a humiliated second thought, quivers running the full length of her body as the vibrating toy threatened to consume her all over again. mmhhhnnfff-- N,no she couldn't cum, she couldn't cum, the orgasm and afterglow would sap her strength and in this hood she might even pass out to sleep and she needed this time away from her captor to get, free!
Even if she could have worked up the willpower to throw her feet at the boot lid and thump upon it as hard as she could, what good would it have done while the car was already moving? He'd just stop and tape her down even tighter, probably to the floor so she wouldn't be able to mange it a second time and she'd already bit herself in the tail acting without thinking already. She tried to convince herself that just laying there and slowly squirming against the toy was the best course of action for the moment, and that she wasn't just doing it because it felt so good between her legs and quivering belly--! Hnmm, mmnhfff--! So much about what she felt was so incredibly frustrating, simple little actions she would have thought nothing of were now all impossible and just trying to shift and rotate and turn herself off the arch of her back, off of her trapped arms and elbows took such coordination and effort that by the time her hooded snout crinkled off the plastic sheet she was breathing in deep long gasps through nostrils, biting so firmly onto her own underwear. She felt utterly powerless, and she was quickly descending towards hopelessness, was there anything she could do about this?
The desperate attempting clenching of thighs around an invisible partner were worrying signs of an answer. A huge portion of her mind just told her to give in, to just submit and let the wonderful feelings take her all the way to climax, let the shapely toy do its thing, hnmmf--! Pant. A desperate, long yell that was more of a gasp for fresh air she couldn't get to. She threw her whole body into the struggle, thrusting her shoulders and core forwards only to yank on the crotch rope which hauled her back into line, kick her legs and jerk her hips, sawing the damp and strict rope back the other direction, firmly jostling the buzzing phallic intruder for good measure. Ropes creaked and digits clenched to grey scales with white knuckled intensity, ohhhhh, higher power that hurt. She tried slower, more thoughtful, but it only rubbed her tightly wrapped breasts against the ground, against the harsh rope harness and left her hips rolling on the toy and the rope for a little more sensation that flared through her with every powerless quiver.
There was a sudden jolt, an explosion of sound and noise and colliding metal, one that came with motion and energy, that threw her up into the lid's underside before bouncing back down onto the plastic with a loud yelping groan that left her head spinning and her position all rotated around. The gutter at her driveway?! Inertia took her head sideways next, the sedan sharply turned and her head bumped into a wall of plastic sheeting that'd gone unused with the rest of her body following only moments later. All the anger boiling up underneath the distress and humiliation spilled, what was he doing?! She was in the back, you fucking idiot! If only she had a voice, she would have cursed him to the four corners of the earth, rather than the "hnmmmm! hnmmmmf, lllclccmmmf, fffmmmnnrrh!" she actually managed. She couldn't keep it up for long, screams of madness were met with some kind of muffled chuckle from the front and hissing and shouting changed notes to wails of despair. She'd get out of this, she could get out of this... On her front now, she thought, snout rotating and twisting against the plastic, nose bumping into one of the walls, then another.. and, no... yes, she was face down in the corner. Right corner. All of her body weight was on her harshly, tightly wrapped boobs, something she could only correct with the most difficult of struggles, wrists and elbows thumping against the bootlid and covered latch mechanism. Strain. She pulled as hard as she could, arching her back and flexing her toes and eventually thrashed back and forth and back and forth, side to side, but it was no good, she couldn't flex her digits off her elbows at all, even if she could have opened the latch from the inside!
She couldn't even grind back against the rope or dildo, her tail was in the way-- and she was thankful for that, came the quick correction, the tip pulling and writhing against the firm knot that held it between her ankles. She, she couldn't reach any knots like this, not with her fingers trapped to her elbows, grasping around the joints and helping the strictly and harshly tied ropes keep her still and in place. She could feel the yanking pull over each digit squeezing them above the joint, where her lowermost upper arms were tied to one another to ensure she couldn't just pull free of the boxtie, even if she got her wrists free of the opposite joint. Too strict, too tight. Mnnhh... she needed to get her fingers free, but she couldn't without them..! An experimental tug, but it barely felt like she was able to move, let alone put any force into it! Try to twist her wrists, roll her shoulders back, gasp and moan, quiver and dribble dew between her thighs when the crotch rope sawed tremblingly taut once more. Lower arms were tied in the middle, to that cruel rope. Thoughtlessly she rolled her arms a little, if she moved slowly, gently, the slow movement of the rope wriggled the buzzing toy and mnnhhhhh she needed to cum so badly..!
The right side of her cheek pressed to the floor was damp with saliva having escaped the soaked gag and tape and rope into the fabric of the hood itself, warmed to her body temperature. Tug. Tailflex. Rope creaking, quiet and muffled, the tension was all the way down towards her ankles, the steady pressure of her tail pulling between her ankle bindings, somehow managing to make them more taut, somehow putting more tension on the crotch rope and bleeding a soft, breathy whimper through the soaked fabric stuffing her maw. Again, and again she softly pulled with tail and found the same thing over and over, her ankles angled closer together, rope sawing back and forth, hnmmmmmm nmmmmfff. There was another connection down there as well, her tail lashed over the middle of her tied together feet, but just knowing that didn't help her!
The thrumming of engine revolutions was getting louder, with it the sound of rubber on bitumen, the rush of wind through the minute gaps in the sheet metal, the occasional metallic bending sound of suspension smoothing out bumps, all things she'd never heard in this way. Each was worrying, terrifying in its own way. New sounds in vehicles always meant a problem, and she was surrounded by them, each a nightmare playing out in her own trapped mind trapped in trapped body. She, she couldn't-- mmnhhff! Again, and again she pried at the ropes, threw her head about in mad shaking that left her lightheaded and yowling from the taut rope ever so insistently grinding on her vent, grinding on the base of the toy tied deep in her folds, the wet fabric rustled and the taut bindings creaked and resisted and she drooled hot dew to the plastic beneath her, it hurt, it felt good, she had to get free, she just wanted to lay there and let that dragon pin her down and fuck her, but she knew she couldn't but trapped in the hood she couldn't recenter her thoughts and she didn't have time to sit there and think about it, she had to get out, get off--! Higher power her shoulders ached, but she couldn't get the tension off them, couldn't get the arch out of her back, there wasn't anywhere to go, she couldn't move them, move her arms, digits, elbows, and just bending forward scooched her across the plastic uselessly and gave her cunt a harsh sawing for good measure! Hmnnmmmf!
He was driving faster, but she didn't hear sirens. The motorway? It was getting harder and harder to think, the constant buzzing vibrations were worse now because of all the sensitivity, her toes clenching at nothing while she lay there in the inky darkness of her prison, gasping little defeated moans, quivering and twitching to all the sensations internal and external. God it felt so good, it felt so good, she was soaked through and through against her will and she couldn't stop that oh so base enjoyment of life's simplest pleasure. The trembling in her legs was coming, the urge to just spread them as wide as possible, it was going to make her cum, she couldn't, couldn't stop it, nnmmmmmmmhhh--! Her snout rolled all around the surface of the plastic covered boot she could reach but didn't bump into anything, there was nothing in here to help, the spare tyre and tools were covered by the very thing she was laying on, if she could move the plastic out of the way maybe she could grasp it with her toes, she had to try! She couldn't inchworm effectively, she couldn't wriggle and scooch the plastic up with any idea of her success, and it came at the cost of eeking out more of her dew down her thighs and tail from the tightly knotted rope grinding away at the base of the toy, more firmly transmitting its sensations, leaving her a whimpery, gasping mess. nmmmmh, hnmmmm... hnmmmmmmmff