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By Memento Mori

A fox clad in transparent latex walked through the foyer of a secluded manor. The squeak of their thighs echoed down the cavernous halls with each cautious step. Saerro looked around the mansion with curiosity. The host of a particular party must have been wealthy. The fox did not know the name, the man who invited him went by the name Spider.

A door at the end of the hall stood out among the others; it was painted a warm, crimson red. It looked heavier and industrial compared to the others as well. Still, the fox pressed onward, the faint sounds beyond the red door became clearer to those triangular ears. Whiskers perked in interest as a sharp crack of a whip penetrated through the thick, metal door. It was only when his hand landed on the handle that he heard someone grunt and cry out in pain as another crack pierced flesh and metal.

When he opened the door, he was met with a cavernous hall with clear story ceilings. The walls were not painted, rather coated in a black velvet that gave the appearance of an endless void of darkness. Clear stations of debauchery were lit by spotlights hung on a metal grid above the spacious chamber. Spanking benches, crosses, cages, all manner of BDSM furniture on display; though empty.

Another solid crack made the fox's ears ring and miss the splintering crack of wood. His head swiveled to the man who wielded the whip; leather gloves had begun to coil the thick, plaited leather. Clad in a long, trench-coat, the leather shimmered in the light much like those gloves. The lighting separated his statuesque form as he turned to look over at the fox. His identity concealed beneath a helmet; however, he could tell it was a canine or a species with a long muzzle. Molded rubber gave the hood a mean, aggressive, angular look; not to mention the 8 lenses positioned on its surface representing eyes. Brilliant white rope was intricately weaved along one of his arms; it looked like greaves made of rope. The sight alone made the fox's crotch feel tighter, however, what hung beyond him was even more arousing.

Saerro's eyes were wide with excitement as a man gurgled and rasped in the foreground. Spider turned on his heels and brought a hand up. A simple gesture beckoned the fox forward and into the spider's clutches. Rubber against black leather encircled the fox and turned them both around to face the show before them. A black, brawny, gryphon hung by the neck, fighting against rope and death. The fox felt Spider's crotch against the small of his back and an unmistakable lump beneath black leather. The fox watched the dance macabre while Spider smoothly unfurled the rope from his arm and began to bind the fox's upper body.

The gryphon, choking and frothing at the beak, stared wide eyed at Saerro while they turned and kicked. The black fur and feather gave the brawny man a sleek look; it was easy to see that chest collapse in desperation to draw in air. Talons extended and swiped at air, managing to only knock the broken stool further out of their reach. The whites of the gryphon's eyes had become spotted with red as blood vessels ruptured. The lion tail flailed, and wings made the rope creak and complain. Saerro grunted as the rope around his latex clad body was pulled tight; wrists secured at his back.

Saerro felt his body shoved forward, closer to the dying gryphon. The struggles had begun to weaken, eyes rolled back as unconsciousness overcame them. The fox's mohawk-like mane was gripped by Spider's hand, the other moved to one of the gryphon's twitching and spasming leg. The next thing the fox knew, he was snout to cock with a heavily veined length.

The fox knew what to do.

His mouth opened and seemed to try to rip out his mane as he dove forward. Lips sealed along Vox's cock and began to pleasure the male. Although the gryphon's neck was elongated by the tug of rope, his body appeared to be humping into the bobs. That strong body arched with each desperate, last attempt to draw breath. The monolithic form curled up and stayed frozen in the position. Scaly legs were crowned by toes that scrunched in tight; everything about the gryphon looked tight. The fox would feel Spider's touch return to his orange fur just before the abrasive scrape of a cock forcing its way down his throat made him retch.

Hot waves of death cum poured into the fox's throat and belly; forced to choke and moan on a dead man's cock. Saerro felt the tickle of the gryphon's tuft brush a thigh, tail curled under the hanging body, quivering and shaking. Saerro felt the quivers and quakes rocking through the gryphon's body; it tickled his nose as eyes began to water. Saerro's body released a guttural hurk as the last of that load was dumped down his throat. Yet, Spider did not let his head pull away, smothering on cock and forced to look up at the wide-open beak. Tongue stood erect and purple, dribbling viscous strands of spit.

The tickle of the tail vanished as the gryphon's body visibly relaxed.

A new warmth began to pour down the fox's throat, a dead man's piss. It was copious and made the choking all the worse as some of that bitter liquid escaped into his mouth and entered his sinuses. Mercy was found as he felt a tug of his mane. That thick, gryphon, dick slid free of the hot tunnel of a throat with an audible pop. Saerro doubled over as some of that piss drained from his throat and maw onto the ground; muzzle being soaked from the softening cock of the dead gryphon.

Saerro yelped when his head was pulled up and back against Spider's hooded cheek. The sound of a gasket easy to hear as Spider breathed heavily.

The eight eyed man reached to his neck and clicked a button. A digital voice said, "You're forgiven for your tardiness," it was the first words Spider spoke.

Dripping in piss, the fox's ears lowered and began to say something. However, only the sound of a letter was uttered before his maw was violated by the chemically taste of leather. Spider's fingers delved into the fox's maw pinning their tongue. Saerro felt Spider's thumb bury in under his jaw, gripped and guided to another section of the warehouse. The fox wasn't aware of others in the dungeon and the reason became clear as they rounded a corner.

Secured to a gurney and surrounded by velveteen curtains laid what could only be described as a stereotypical gimp. Black leather straps and chrome plated D-rings were strewn across the unknown person's body. Ropes and strap tie downs held their legs spread and tacked down on the leather cushions of the table. Immobile. Their head was completely encased in a panoramic gas mask, the large visor-like cover mirror tinted. It was a long snouted mask, which gave Saerro a small hint as to the species.

Saerro licked his lips when Spider extracted his fingers and left behind an oily, bitter taste on his tongue. The leather spider raised a palm in indication to stay and stay the fox did. He watched as Spider moved to his captive and reached for the gimp's crotch. Sensually, they began to rub around until his fingers caught a zipper. The gimp jerked against their bondage as heavy breaths rolled from the exit of a hose attached to the mask. The leather gimp continued their struggles, head rolled to the side and reflected what they saw.

It seemed to calm the gimp, a whimpered moan, barely audible from beneath the mask. Spider's chuckle was also muffled as the gimp's cock and balls were released to the open air. Through the parted zipper hid more leather along with a steel ring that kept the gimps balls and cock perked and responsive. An overwhelming scent of musk and old cum bathed the room in a miasma of funk. An equine shaft revealed itself and rapidly approached rigidity aided by the cock ring. The donkey tried to push his hips into Spider's digits, but the dungeon master's cocoon did not allow for it.

Frustrated snorts and whinnies were next to be heard as Spider's touch vanished. He turned to Saerro and paused to look over their body. The transparent latex did little to hide that fox arousal debossed in the glimmering surface. Boots thudded as they approached, a hand returned to the button and was depressed.

"Breath slut, no ejaculation allowed," he then gestured behind him, "for him either. Keep him hard," Spider added.

Saerro observed the dungeon master pat a white box at the edge of the table; several dials lined the surface along with a red, led display. All screens read off until Spider flicked the box on and immediately caused the horse to jerk again. The mottled brown and pink length slapped the leather covered chest; the veins pulsed and strained along the spire. The stretched and supple leather bulged as concealed muscles flexed involuntarily. Feet flexed and pointed toward the fox before the electrical pulses relaxed. Spider nudged the fox over to the edge while they prepared for the next act.

The fox stared down at the box, unsure of how to twist the knobs while rope secured his arms. However, he jolted when a sudden, cold, metallic touch tickled his wrists. He felt Spider's hand jolt to his shoulders and hold him in place as rope was sliced away. The blade nicked the rubber and caused the latex to tear like a balloon. It spread the fox's cheeks and allowed that trapped cock to feel the air of the room. The damp strands of rope fell away from Saerro's body and flopped at his ankles. The sound of heavy breathing came from Spider's chest, their speaker still on.

"Oops, oh well. You think he loves being out of control? I don't even have a plug in his tight ass, yet" Spider gripped the fox's wrist and guided their hand to one of the knobs. Together, they then turned the dial up a couple notches. "His cock acts as if I had," they finished and kept the fox pinned with his body.

The sudden fight in the equine gimp's body startled the fox, the gimp's chest strained tight against nylon webbing. True to word, that horse cock flexed again, bubbling precum over the leather surface. The sight made Saerro groan and grind his own cock against the underside of the table. The hand that was over his own now gripped the fox's hips, yanking them back and away from the table. Saerro hissed and tried to hump the table again, defiantly. It only made Spider's grip tighten while they ground a painfully hard erection against the fox.

"Naughty fox, you know what you need to do to get off," Spider growled.

The leather creature spun Saerro around and pinned the fox back, the gimp on the table whimpered as its cock became tangled in the fox's hair. The fox's rubber squeaked as Spider planted his gloved fingers on the fox's neck. A moment later, they nestled against his jawbone and began to press. The meaty digits squeezed down on the fox's arteries while his thumb pressed just at the base of his chin.

It earned the exact response he sought; a choked gurgle came from the fox's open snout. The cheeks darkened as his cheeks went flush. Gloves creaked as they squeezed tighter before loosening again. Over and over, Spider repeated his choke hole and brought Saerro to the edge of passing out each time. Spider chuckled and breathed hard watching that fox's cock become encased in a web of veins. The puddle between their flexed toes had grown to an impressive level, impressive for a vulpine.

"I think you're ready, I know I am," Spider said.

"Yes, please, take me all the way," the fox blurted out.

"Then do as I say and stay exactly where you are," the leather creature commanded.

Saerro whined and did as demanded while Spider moved off to continue his machinations. It was only a few minutes later that Saerro found himself in bondage again. However, it was no longer ropes that held his limbs secure. Leather sleeves and straps crossed over the latex suit, sleeves and straps that kept his arms and legs folded. Forced into a bitch suit, Spider positioned the fox on hands and knees above the Gimp. A winch was lowered and secured to the fox's harness and allowed the immobile fox to be hoisted above the gimp.

Spider lubed the donkey's shaft and used the button in his hand to lower Saerro just enough to allow that blunt spire to press at his puckers. He lowered in more and the fox struggled and whimpered in pain. But Spider did not heed the whines and lowered the fox more until that pucker and cock head audibly popped through. Saerro's body went rigid, a squeaking noise forced its way through clenched teeth. Satisfied, the donkey had not released his load early, he inspected that gaped and stretched ass, giving it a smack. It only heightened the fox's discomfort.

The single anchor point allowed the fox to twist on that shaft, the ring's clenches acted as the only breaks. Saerro heard Spider chuckle as he smacked the other cheek before moving on. Though he paused as he forgot the most essential thing. Gloved hands reached for another noose that hung from another winch and draped it over Saerro's neck. A moment later and the knot was tight behind his ear. Nestled against fur, it was merely a tease to what was to come. Spider reached for the hose that extended from the donkey's extended gas mask and unzipped the crotch of his pants.

The leather unfolded enough to allow the hose entrance before it was secured once again. It took a moment until the donkey nickered and huffed the scent of the dungeon master's musk. Without warning the fox descended on the gimp's shaft until that tight pucker kissed the equine's ring. Spider set a stop point and then reversed the action, setting another point before the machine began to raise and lower the fox automatically.

Saerro groaned and whined each time that cock slid in, it pressed his skinny stomach and bulged it whenever the rig swung him in the right direction. Spider pulled the tube from his pants, an unzipped it in full. A long, equine-like shaft of his own exposed itself to the air. It was thinner than the donkey's but longer with a spade tip. Spider brought the gas mask hose to a hidden water tank and screwed it onto a spigot.

The fox's eyes followed Spider as the leather creature gripped the handle and waited. For what, the fox wasn't sure until he noticed that hood begin to suck in tighter to the donkey's head. He heard the donkey begin to groan as that hood became a vacuum, sucking in tighter and tighter to their head. Saerro felt that cock throb and pulse, not to mention the tug on his walls forced him to begin rocking back and forth as he was lowered and raised. It happened quick, as the fox watched the suffocating gimp suddenly thrash. The outlet to the mask farted a spray of water as the squeak of the spigot could be heard.

The donkey must have been surprised by the sudden intake of water; the donkey's mind clearly skipped from mild euphoria to full panic. Spider opened the valve all the way and the donkey went still. His chest did not move, but Saerro knew the gimp was alive. The cock remained firm and even jolted whenever the horse stifled a cough. Each sputter forced more water from the hood's outlet, air mixed with the weight of water. Saerro felt a hard throb roll through the equine's shaft just before a flurry of movement came from the bound gimp.

Water sprayed from the valve like a sprinkler and soaked the area around the table. It did not phase Spider who stepped behind Saerro. The fox felt gloves grip his hips as the donkey began to flop, tug and flail. Each rhythmic splash of water became more and more weighted as air was replaced with liquid. The donkey was drowning, lungs filled with water, yet they continued to struggle and fight. Their back bowed from the table and slapped wetly back. At some point, Saerro felt an explosion of heat swell his stomach, the donkey's load pulsing into his tight tunnel. The thrashes became desperate and furious and caused the cock to dislodge itself. A flood of cream flowed from Saerro's ruined ass and joined the water below. The donkey's cock flexed and pulsed the rest of his load across black, soaked, leather as their body went still.

The gush of water no longer pulsed as aggressively from the hood; instead, it constantly dribbled. Every now and then, they would hear a slight rush of water as the body continued to try and gain air that would not come. The fox was panting, aroused beyond levels he had been before; he nearly forgot Spider's presence or the noose around his neck. It was not until he felt that long shaft slip into his loose ass that he was reminded.

"You want to get off," Spider asked.

"Yes, yes please," the fox said simply.

There was not much fanfare as Spider used his boots to unlock the table's caster and push it away. Saerro wavered on his shins as Spider unfastened the harness's anchor. With a swift tug, Spider buried his shaft into the fox's abused ass. In doing so, the fox was pulled free, noose pulled tight, left suspended and fucked by the executioner. Saerro's body did not immediately register the predicament it was in, despite the foamy, gurgled chokes that came from a clenched throat. Bound limbs made slow circles in the air before the first jerk of the body met Spider's thrusting hips.

"Yeah, that's it, toy, dance for your executioner. You love his cock," Spider hissed. "His rope, his kindness to let you die by his hand. Faggots love that," Spider growled.

Saerro felt the pressure build in his head, his pulse painfully felt as each throb of his heart forced more and more blood into his skull. At some point, Saerro felt a spam in his neck and the choked strangles went silent. His air cut off, the fox was left red faced and humping the air; bound limbs splayed as they struggled to get free. Saerro's rib cage became clear to see as he tried to breath, so desperately attempted to; but Spider would not allow that. The leather creature's thrust became a blur as the whites of the fox's eyes reddened.

From drooly lips appeared a reddened tongue, the fox's neck twisting as more and more of the weight fell to just the spine. Muscles grew tired and Spider reached around to stroke and tease the vulpine's cock. Saerro looked like he was looking over his shoulder at Spider. Pupils the size of pins as those cheeks began to turn a shade of blue. Spider felt the vulpine cock rapidly approach the edge and just at the point of no return ceased his movement. Saerro's cock throbbed madly before it paused and began to dribble a thick, copious, ruined load from those full balls. Spider could see it in Saerro's eyes, even though unconscious, his desperation was present.

Spider chuckled and slid his shaft free, spinning Saerro's twitching and spasming body to face him. "You wanted to do this, didn't you?"

The long shaft flexed before an opalescent coating slapped Saerro's cock and latex covered chest. Spider shot his web, a load befitting an equine. Gloves covered in the glistening seed that lubed his stroking milks.

"Ahh, yeah, bet that would have felt good. Sleep tight foxy," Spider taunted and shook his hand of his seed.

It splattered against the fox's bloated face; the red fur had darkened considerably along with his tongue. Eyes were teared and did not react as a strand of Spider's seed oozed off an eyelash and over an iris. As Spider cleaned up his dungeon, Saerro began to unleash a death piss. It was thick with trapped seed and sputtered at first before becoming a solid stream. Spider took off his helmet and breathed a deep breath of fresh air.

The hyena licked his lips to moisten them before he reached for a file and his cellphone. A moment later, he was dialing someone.

When they answered, he said, "yo, this is Spider. I got three organ donors here. They match a couple on the list. Come and get'm, but yer cleaning them."