The Entertainment
My first story in a looong while. I
wanted to finish it before sleep, so plz forgive any screwups but I tried to keep it readable. Also, please
check out my two little sketches based on this story n_n
Enjoy!
- Deecat
The Entertainment
Wendy bit at her claw nervously as she sat in front of her computer
and read the form for the tenth time. She knew she'd have to at least try to get the scholarship. It was more
than enough money to put her through college, room and board, and pay for all
her books and living expenses. And all she had to do was be a virgin, which she
was. But then of course there was the test and the physical exam... thinking
about that last part made swirling, giddy butterflies attack her stomach and
chest.
Her pulse pounded in her temples. She sighed, nervously, as
she read it again. She had found the website on a scholarship search. She'd
tried searching for scholarships for felines, females, low-income, high GPA,
broken families... they'd all involved writing a lengthy essay for the chance to
be awarded a paltry sum of cash that wouldn't cover a semester.
Then she'd seen the scholarship listing on a site for female
college students. The link had been at the very bottom of a long list and it'd
simply said "Chastity Foundation" in small type. She'd clicked it and been sent
to this website, which she was currently reading for the twelfth time, now.
Her ears lay back against her head and her tail twitched as
she tugged, absently at her long hair and reread the contract. The basic idea
was that this "Chastity Foundation" was promoting the belief that
furs; particularly females, it seemed; should wait until they were ready
for marriage to lose their virginity. Wendy hadn't decided indefinitely that
she would wait for marriage, but she did want it to be special when she finally
lost her virginity. So she'd waited.
To qualify for the scholarship, she would have to undergo a
physical exam to make sure her hymen were intact, and
a polygraph test! The lie-detector test was to insure that she had not done any
sexual acts other than vaginal intercourse, such as anal, cunnilingus,
phellatio, etc. She hadn't actually done much more than kiss
a couple boys, but the idea of answering all those questions was still embarrassing.
The insides of her ears burned pink as she imagined being questioned about all
kinds of sex acts, when she'd never even really seen a penis in real life. But
it was so much money!!!
Wendy held her breath and clicked "ok". She was prompted to "digitally
sign" the contract and then fill out some forms with personal information. The
screen then informed her that the Chastity Foundation would be in touch in the
near future...
...
She woke up screaming, or at least trying to. Something was
in her mouth. It was large and rigid and round and so big that it hurt, and she
couldn't spit it out! She couldn't move her legs or her arms. Even her tail was
struggling in some kind of trap. She was on a smooth, flat surface in the dark,
unable to move much, and she was terrified. She tried to scream again,
producing a screech in the back of her throat that was greatly muffled by the
object jammed in her muzzle. She wriggled as much as her tight bonds would
allow and let out muted shrieks before finally slumping back, exhausted and
panting. She lay still, trying to calm her ragged breathing and the panic that had
her in its icy grip.
She didn't know where she was and she couldn't remember how
she got there. She remembered coming home from her last day of high school, putting
her books down, then the doorbell had rung and she had gone to answer it. She
could remember nothing else after that.
As Wendy's breathing gradually slowed, she realized with a
gut-twisting feeling of horror that she was naked. She could feel a slight
breeze on her short, velvety fur, as if a fan were blowing. She had the
distinct feeling that wherever she was, it was a very large room or warehouse.
The sound of her breathing and her screams earlier had seemed to get sucked out
into the atmosphere, as if there were a lot of space, before echoing back to
her.
The breeze was slightly moving her long hair,
she could feel some of it tickling across her muzzle and forehead. It was
chilly enough that she could tell her nipples were protruding from the cool air.
The part of her that seemed most affected was her genitals. The breeze felt only
slightly cool, but it seemed that the air had a particular chill on her exposed
labia and especially on her clitoris.
The terrified feline blinked her eyes rapidly in the dark as
she realized that something was between her ass cheeks, like a thong or strap,
but it felt like it was too tight and it continued to the front of her where it
pressed very uncomfortably against her genitals. She shifted nervously and let
out a startled squeak, as whatever was attached to her nether regions tugged at
her clit.
How did she get here? What was happening? She didn't have
much longer to consider these questions before a blinding light was switched
on. She squeezed her eyes shut and found that she couldn't will herself to open
them against the glare, after being so long in the dark.
Wendy's ears swiveled toward the sound of footsteps on at
tile floor. "Hello, Wendy". She didn't recognize the male's voice, but it
sounded predatory and frightening and her muscles tensed, rigid. Her fur was
standing up straight.
"I'm sure you're very confused right now." he continued, "I
bet you'd appreciate an explanation. It's ok, I'm
going to tell you everything that we're going to do here before we even get
started, ok?" He patted her foot, eliciting a startled whimper.
Wendy finally forced her eyes open to confront her
assailant. He was standing in front of a light, so it was difficult to see much
aside from what appeared to be an average male profile. He wasn't feline,
because his muzzle was too long. It was difficult to see much more than that
with blue spots still dancing across her vision.
"Mmmrrph hhmm...?!" Wendy temporarily forgot about the object that stretched
her muzzle and tried to speak. The male gave a low chuckle and patted her foot
again, before letting his paw rest there with her foot lightly in his grasp. He
ran his thumb gently over the soft pads on the bottom of her toes. Embarrassed
further by his gentle touch and laughter, Wendy tried to force her knees
together. She could only move them a half of an inch, which elicited another
chuckle from her captor.
"Feeling exposed, Wendy? It's quite understandable. I can
see every inch of your body. Your clit is protruding quite nicely. It's a
similar shade to those little pink nipples on those round tits of yours, but a
little more rosy. Does it bother you that I'm staring at your tits? They're
quite lovely."
Wendy shuddered and tears finally sprang forth from her wide
eyes, running down her muzzle. She let out a muffled sob. "Are you crying
because you think I'm going to kill you, Wendy?" Her heart nearly stopped
during a brief pause, before he continued, " because I'm
not going to kill you. I'm not even going to maim you. When this is over, you're
going to go back to your life and go to school... any school you choose. You will
have plenty of money. Do you understand?" Wendy's only answer was more
shuddering and tears.
"But, if you're crying because you are afraid I am going to
humiliate you and expose every inch of your body, right down to your little pussy
lips and shiny nub of a clit..." he paused and let go of her foot to walk to the
side of the table and hold his paw out over her crotch, letting it hover
menacingly. From this angle, she could clearly see that he was an average, good-
looking wolf. He was dressed casually in a black shirt and jeans. The look of
menacing cruelty on his face was frightening.
"Then you should cry,
because I am going to humiliate you
and I am going to expose you. A lot
of furs are going to see your pretty little naked body. They're going to stare
and marvel at that exposed pink kernel between your pretty little lips and when
you cry... they are going to laugh." He
patted her between her legs, barely enough to make a slapping sound, and she
screamed into her gag. He laughed for a moment as she continued to sob.
"Now, I'm going to be kind to you and explain everything
that is going to happen here, Wendy. But if I feel that you are not listening,
I am going to stop explaining and you can just guess at what's happening... OR I
will do something to hurt your clit and make you scream. That will make you
focus, won't it?" He reached down toward her crotch again as she stared with
wide eyes, tears rolling off her face and soaking into her hair. "Won't it,
Wendy?" She realized the wolf wanted an answer and she nodded her head quickly.
He patted her again, making her whole body jump. She was excruciatingly aware
of her breasts slightly bouncing as she twitched upward to escape his touch.
"Good, girl. Let's not get off to
an excruciatingly painful start... There may be time for that later." he winked
at her. She hyperventilated and whimpered before becoming silent enough to hear
his words and nod at the right times. He circled the table slowly, as he spoke,
walking in and out of her line of vision. "You were brought here essentially,
to be the entertainment. We are very rich people, and we get very bored.
Playing with prostitutes and other willing participants can get
tiresome quickly, so we like to
go out and find pretty little furs, like yourself. But just that on its own can get boring, too."
"We wanted to find someone who was inexperienced. Someone whose ears would flush red, as yours are now, Darling, when
they realized that we were looking at their... assets." He had circled the
table twice, so far, and stopped near her side. He bent down and reached out
with his finger, resting the pad very gently against the tip of her exposed
clitoris. From where Wendy lay, prone, she could not see his administrations,
but she could feel it. Her clit was somehow being held exposed, so his touch
was painfully sensitive. She whimpered quietly, followed by fresh sobs of
horror and embarrassment.
"You are crying because you don't get touched there very
often. I bet it probably even hurts a bit, to be handled so..." He wiggled his
finger slightly from side to side, maintaining very light pressure against her
flesh as he spoke, ignoring her tears. " I'm sure not
many people have seen you naked. You are so ashamed, Wendy. And it is so very,
very amusing. I cannot begin to express how much I am enjoying this. Seeing you
this way..." He tapped his digit against the head of her clit three times, not at
all hard, but to Wendy it felt as though her entire soul were concentrated into
that one tiny, intensely sensitive bead of flesh. She was biting down on her
gag hard and couldn't stop sobbing. Her body shook all over as the wolf licked
his fingertip and ran the pad very slowly across the head of her clit once
more. Her cheeks burned with the frustration and shame of her predicament as
her body tried to jump away uncontrollably from the overpowering sensation.
"Are you still listening to me, Wendy?" She nodded fervently
through a haze of tears. "Are you humiliated, Wendy?" she paused, horrified at
the frankness of the inquiry. "If you lie to me, I am going to do something to
your clit that will hurt so bad that you may very well choke on your own tongue
from the intensity of your screams. Wendy, are... you... humiliated?" She nodded
again. "Good girl."
He paced around the table, slowly, stopping at her breast
and administering a similar treatment to her right nipple, nudging and tapping
the tip of it. As he did this, he stared directly into her eyes, forcing her to
close them since she was too afraid to turn her face away. "It appears that you
are perfect for our needs. And we are very, very glad to have you here." His
finger hadn't left her breast, and it circled her areola in lazy twirls. "What
we are going to do is humiliate you, as I've said. This seems pretty horrible
now, but it is a walk in the park, compared to what you will be feeling during
your stay with us. You will be turned inside out by the shame of it. Your soul
will be bared along with your body, Wendy. I am going to do my best to make
sure you have a memorable experience."
"You will be watched by an audience, as I play with you. A
live audience, and a camera will be recording you as
well." The frightened cat's ears were laid flat against her head, but she heard
every word, despite the roaring of her pulse in her head. "I won't go into
lengths as to what specifically will be done with you, because where's the fun
in that? I wouldn't want you to get bored, Kitten." He smiled lovingly at her
as he squeezed her breast.
"You should also know that I am going to hurt you." Wendy
made sounds of pleading alarm at the smiling wolf. He suddenly reached down and
flicked her clit hard, making her scream in pain and surprise and reducing her
muffled pleas to tearful sobs. "Not while I'm talking, Wendy.
Don't be rude."
"As I've said, I promised not to maim or kill you, but I am
going to make you hurt. You won't be tortured with pain the entire time you're
here, but I do like to add a goodish dose of pain into the mix, to keep things
interesting. Besides, your screams of terror and humiliation and your screams
of pain are two different flavors. I want to experience every kind of tear you
can shed. Do you understand?" She nodded, trying to ignore the throbbing in her
outraged clitoris.
"Wendy, my name is Bill. I think you should know it, since
it's about to get pretty crowded and I'm your only friend here. Keep me happy,
or you'll be all on your own. Ok, I think we're about ready here. I don't think
you have any questions, so let's get on with the show!" The wolf, Bill, raised
his voice on the last sentence, as if for the benefit of someone she couldn't
see. Suddenly, the vast, round white room she'd only really studied in her
peripheral vision seemed to open further. Rolling blinds slowly pulled up into
the ceiling to reveal all around her a tremendous audience. There were at least
a hundred furs within her field of vision. They all sat very still and quiet.
She strained at them through tear-gummed eyes, thinking that maybe they weren't
real.
Suddenly, they all began to stand up and applaud. There were
different species, male and female, all seemed to be
pretty well-dressed. They were hooting and cheering and clapping enough to make
the table she was strapped to feel like it was vibrating. Her vision danced and
she swooned for a brief moment. Unfortunately, she didn't pass out. She strained
toward the notion of unconsciousness, begging it to take her, but she remained
awake and mortified.
Bill spoke and his voice was now magnified through a
microphone he was now wearing. "Ladies and gentleman, may I present our newest
entertainment, Wendy!" The crowd screamed in renewed excitement. The fire in
the cat's ears and cheeks burned even brighter. Suddenly, another cat came from
behind her to her field of vision. She was carrying a camera and had it pointed
at Wendy. The other feline's ears were erect with interest as she filmed the weeping,
frightened female from the foot of the table. Wendy couldn't see the other
feline's eyes but she saw that she wore a very amused grin below the camera.
She would find no sympathy from the other fem, and she knew it.
Two more wolves came into view, pushing a pair of cameras
and some spotlights to be placed around the table where the weeping, naked
female was bound. The crowd was returning to their seats and a hush came over
them as Bill came close to Wendy. "Look at the mirror, Wendy." She did as
instructed, as he held a book-like mirror with a crease in it, so that she
could see the wall behind her. It was a huge theater screen, cut into three
giant segments. The two end screens showed views of either side of Wendy on the
table. The center screen was larger, and it showed the other feline's view,
which was currently zoomed in on her face. She barely recognized herself with
her face contorted in misery and terror. A red ball was jammed into her muzzle,
with straps crossing the center of it in an X and then split so that two straps
were on each side of her head, holding the ball securely into place. The camera
slowly panned downward. "Pay attention, Wendy. I'm going to ask you some questions
and if I think you aren't looking, I'm going to have to make you regret it!"
She continued to look at the mirror image of the screens
behind her, taking in the details despite the urge to hide her face. Her eyes
were wide with terror, her cheeks matted with tears. The camera slowly traveled
down her neck and then zoomed back a bit to expose both of her rather full
breasts and the nipples that stood erect from the cool air on her skin and her
rapid pulse. Bill flicked one nipple, causing fresh sobs from Wendy, but she
continued to watch.
The camera panned lower to show her fuzzy belly and she
heard the crowd murmur as it stopped on a view of her lower torso. Wendy sobbed
as she beheld the strange lingerie that had been fitted onto her. Two black
straps cut tightly into the flesh of her hips, leading down to a round-edged metal
ring. It looked like a little silver doughnut. The ring had been pushed down
firmly over her clitoris, pulling back the hood that covered the delicate
little nub of flesh and forcing it to stand out straight. The shiny, rounded
little head was held trapped in the ring by two more straps that continued down
into the crevice of her vagina. Her inner labia were trapped between the
straps. They'd obviously been stretched down as the contraption was applied and
now the purplish, wrinkled little flaps hung grotesquely between the two
straps, which also separated her labia majora and pushed them further apart
into two chubby mounds. Her entire genital area had been completely shaved of
any hair. Wendy had never felt so naked in her entire life.
As Wendy looked on in horror, the other feline came to the
side and zoomed in on the profile of her little clit, sticking straight out into
the cool air. A paw showed up in the picture and Wendy struggled in vain while
she watched it approach her spread and flushed-looking sex. The feline holding
the camera was reaching toward her vagina and as she struggled, the other fem's claw came out and pointed directly at her clit. Wendy
stopped struggling immediately and held herself perfectly still and cried
around the gag as she watched the female's claw go back in and her finger come
to rest again on her poor, sensitive clit. She tried not to jump too much, but
still cried hysterically as the other cat's finger pad swirled meanly around on
the metal ring, threatening her clit head with its touch. The uncomfortable
pressure against the metal ring slightly tugged at the straps and indirectly
manipulated her clitoris enough to make her hips rock back and forth against
her will. She wasn't humping the ring, but the sensitivity was causing her to
jerk around in such a way that she did appear to be trying to fuck the tiny
metal object.
The crowd murmured its approval at the cruel torture of the
poor virginal cat. Wendy sobbed anew as Bill lowered the mirror and leaned
close to her face. "I'm going to remove the ballgag.
Would you like that?" asked the wolf. She nodded quickly. "If you start
screaming incoherently, I'm going to pinch your clit purple in front of all
these people. Do you understand?" She nodded again, whimpering. The wolf
reached behind her head and undid the straps, grabbing the ball and pulling it
from her muzzle with a 'pop' sound. Wendy took a deep, sobbing breath before
clamping her muzzle shut to show that she wasn't going to scream.
"Wendy, I'm going to ask you some questions. Are you going
to give me satisfactory and honest answers?" She nodded, unable to find her
voice. Someone placed something on the table next to her head - a microphone, so
that everyone could hear her. "Wendy, did you get a good look at yourself in
the mirror?" She nodded, weeping as she bit her lip.
Wendy cried out as her clit was tapped a little harder than
previously. "Don't be stupid, girl. I want to hear your answers."
"Yes! Yes!" she cried, "I looked!"
"What did you see" asked the wolf.
"I - I - s- saw my-self?" she replied, haltingly.
He tapped her again, harder. She felt that no matter how
many times he touched her there, she couldn't possibly get used to it. It was
just too sensitive. The nerves in her clitoris screamed out in agony as she did
the same.
"Be descriptive. What did your face look like?"
"Wet... fr- from tears. Afraid." she
answered.
"What did you think when you saw what you're wearing, Wendy?"
he asked.
"I don't know what to think. I don't know. I want to go
home! I don't know! Aaaaaah!" she screamed as he
twisted her nipple and flicked the side of the ring on her little nub
simultaneously.
"Describe what your clit looked like, so everyone knows that
you looked, Wendy." The audience laughed quietly as she struggled to answer
quickly.
"I don't... I don't know... pink? Aah!"
he flicked the ring again. "It looked shiny! It was standing out really far! It
looked wet and glistening and reddish pink and stretched! It looked small and
delicate and little! Like a piece of pomegranate pulp!!" she sobbed at the
shame of being forced to describe her secret part to a crowd of strangers.
"Very good", said Bill.
"Now I'm going to hurt you." he continued. "Why?" she
screamed, desperately. The wolf paused and raised an eyebrow before answering, "because it's entertaining", much to the delight of the
laughing audience. Even the fur with the camera laughed at that. Wendy wept and
pleaded as Bill reached down near the floor and lifted up something that looked
like a two-pronged wand with a chord coming out of it. As if on some silent
cue, one of the other wolves reappeared with a pair of toothy little metal
clamps, which he quickly and painfully applied to the sobbing feline's nipples.
He slapped each breast to make sure they were securely attached to her, before
making his exit.
"Are you afraid, Wendy?" Bill cooed at her. "Yes! Please
take those things off! Please don't do this to me!!" she cried. She was still
begging and Bill continued to nod in a sympathetic fashion as he reached out
and touched the prongs to the metal clamp on her left nipple. There was an
audible crackle and Wendy let out a howl that only a feline could make as the
audience cheered and applauded their approval. Before she could beg any more,
her other nipple was shocked painfully.
The poor cat was still howling about her nipples when she
felt the wolf tapping the ring around her clitoris. She looked down with
pleading eyes, too terrified to speak. With a pause and a knowing wink, Bill
zapped the ring around her clit. She yowled and he did it again, twice in rapid
succession. The crowd screamed laughter all the while as Wendy screamed louder
than she had in her entire life. The pain in her clit was earth-shaking. She
had never felt anything so horrible in her life. She screamed again and again
as the wolf reapplied the horrible electric prod to her trapped and prone
little seed.
Even her thoughts were screaming broken sentences as her
mind tried to comprehend the cruelty being applied to her poor, aching little
organ. She was vaguely aware that she had urinated and someone was hurriedly
mopping the urine from between her outstretched legs before it could get on
her. Her brain hollered thoughts in a disconnected fashion, '
the pain! too much! can't
survive any more! Please! Please! Please don't make me scream anymore! Please,
Bill it hurts too much to bear!' She wanted to scream these things, but all
that came out was a long, feline howl.
Bill put the electric wand away and gave the cat a few
minutes to calm down. He didn't want her passing out. The audience watched,
enrapt, as the feline wept at the ceiling and hyperventilated in her misery.
She was so lost in the dizzy after-pain that was slowly fading that she nearly
screamed in surprise when the wolf brought his face near hers and said, "Tell
me what that felt like on your button, Wendy."
"No, please." she groaned. Bill reached down as if he was
going to grab the wand again and the words gushed out of her, "It hurt. It hurt
worse than anything in my life. It hurt worse than pain. The pain went deeper
than I thought it could reach. It hurt inside. It made things move in my
vagina. My clitoris felt like it was trying to shrink or pull away, but it was
getting pulled toward that thing. I felt like I was contracting and expanding
inside. Please, gods, please don't do it to me again.
Please!"
The other wolf returned, this time holding a box which he
handed to Bill before disappearing again. Wendy shuddered as she gazed at the
box. Bill reached in and produced an ordinary taper candle in a holder. He then
produced a lighter and lit the candle, dropping the box on the floor. "Look at
you. You're so entertaining for everyone." Bill commented, as he stroked her
belly with one hand, stopping just short of her mons pubis. She shuddered and
whimpered as she listened to the audience murmuring and stared at the candle. "You're
doing so well, Wendy. Your little cheeks and ears haven't stopped blushing
since we started. Even when I zapped that little button of yours, and you
blanched, you still had a blush on your ears. You're so very self-conscious, aren't
you? So hurt by the fact that everyone is enjoying the best possible view of
your shiny little clitty and those perky tits. Look
at all those tears. I almost feel bad for how much this next part is going to
hurt."
Wendy's eyes widened as Bill tilted the candle over her
breast, sending hot wax to coat her pink nipple in melted white liquid that
rapidly hardened as it dripped down the side of her breast. Her breath hissed
through her teeth as she inhaled and then screeched out painfully as he tilted
more wax onto the other nipple. She yelped as Bill lifted his other paw to
flick the closest nipple, sending the dried wax crumbling in all directions.
The "helper" wolf reappeared again and applied an ice-cube to her nipple as the
wax was flicked off the opposite breast and ice applied there as well.
The other wolf smiled meanly as he made little circles of
the melting ice on her nipples, making her cry more. She didn't have time to be
relieved to have the burning cooled away before she realized that Bill was
standing near her genitals. "Ready, Kitty?"
"NOOOOO!" she screamed in horror, and then pain, as the wax
was poured directly onto her throbbing clit. How much more pain could she take?
Her eyes squeezed shut and she could hear ringing in her ears as her own scream
continued for what seemed like eternity. The wax hardened rapidly in the
slightly cool room and she screamed again as that wax, too, was flicked agonizingly
from her clitoris. Then came the ice, applied in
circles. It didn't feel soothing at all on her clitoris. Even as it melted, the
circles the wolf drew on it with the ice were too much to bear. Her hips were
pumping again as she jumped to get away from it, to the hilarity of the
onlookers.
After the ice had melted, she whimpered as the wolf leaned
his muzzle close. She winced as he opened his muzzle, fearing the sharp teeth
she could barely see from the bottom of her vision. But he only breathed
against her clitoris, warming it back up. He continued to huff warm air onto
her little member as she let her eyes flick around the audience. Her ears were
hot and red as she surveyed the amused faces. Several of them were looking at
the screens behind her, which showed views of her genitals, her horrified face
and various angles of her body. Some of them were just staring directly down at
her. A few met her gaze and laughed or smiled. She forced her eyes back down to
where the wolf was finishing warming her clit back up. He pinched it once
again, rudely, breaking her silence and making her yowl again.
Bill was back near her head and he leaned down to converse, "Do
you ever touch yourself, Wendy?" At first she only wept brokenheartedly in
response. "Wendy, if you think that's the worst I can make that little bit of
pulp of yours hurt, you're painfully wrong."
"Yes!" she answered. "I do sometimes!" between sobs.
"How do you do it?"
"I use my finger to stroke it gently, through the hood,
until..."
"Yes?"
"Until I come, ok?" she wept bitterly.
"What else do you do to make yourself come, Wendy?"
The cat continued to weep and looked at him in confusion.
"Do you rub things against it? Do you use a vibrator?"
"No! I swear I don't!" she cried out, shame coloring her
cheeks a darker hue as she tried not to look at the amused faces above her.
"I believe you, Kitten. You're just so inexperienced." he
commented merrily, as he pinched her vaginal lips and pulled them down a bit, drawing
out another whimper.
Bill slid his paws beneath her, then, and undid the strap
that reached between her buttocks and labia and connected to the cruel ring
surrounding her clit. He lifted the ring up and off, making Wendy sigh quietly
even as she wept. He grasped the naked pink hood that remained pushed down
around the base of her reddish pink droplet and drew it back up over it, making
her groan in relief, much to the amusement of everyone around her.
Suddenly, the table was tilting up at an angle, so that she
was reclining instead of laying flat. The table was turned so that she was
facing the screens instead of the audience. The cameras followed her and she
faced the giant image of her withered expression as she beheld herself, a close-up
of her nether region; where the grooves from the tight straps were still
fading, and another full shot of her body from the side as she hung at an angle
in the restraints.
Even as she was trying to guess what was going to happen
next, Bill was crouching down with his face near her crotch. "I think you're
going to like the next part. It's definitely going to be different that what you've
experienced together so far today." She wept silently and shifted slightly as
the wolf first plumped up her clit by giving the base a few squeezes through
the hood. It didn't hurt, he was being gentle about it, but she was incredibly
ashamed at the giant image of her clitoris plumping, even after all the abuse,
under his careful attention. Her entire body trembled as she hung vulnerably,
forced to allow the wolf to stroke her little tag. He was commenting on how
silky the skin on her hood was, murring at her clit as
he gently stroked and cajoled it into a darker color. She watched in helpless
humiliation as he placed his finger pads on either side of the entire hood and
ran his fingers up and down, jerking it gently to life. Moisture collected on
her vaginal lips, making them glisten noticeably.
"I bet you stroke it like this at home" he murred, "When you're
in your bed and nobody is around, you fantasize about some handsome male doing
what I'm doing right now." He bent his head forward and briefly caught her clit
between his top and bottom lips, tugging and releasing in a brief kiss. The
tears were dripping off her whiskers, but he didn't seem to notice. On the
screen, her little nub looked tremendous. It stood forth proudly erect above
her flushed and swollen lips.
"I'm going to make you orgasm in front of everyone here" he
said, looking up at her from a crouch. "I'm going to make you come, and so that
you don't fake anything, monitors attached to your wrist cuffs will ensure that
it's the real thing. Besides, if you try to fake it, I'm going to zap you
again." he smiled sweetly as he ran his finger over her clit again. Her clit
wanted to wilt under the idea of being shocked, but his expert caresses were
keeping it very much excited.
Wendy's throat tightened and she realized that she was going
to start purring just as it happened. Everyone was laughing and she was still
crying, but every breath that came out was a loud purr. She tried to hold her
breath but Bill fluttered his tongue across her clit and she gasped in surprise
at the unfamiliar and distressingly pleasurable sensation.
Then Bill was holding up what appeared to be some kind of
complicated mechanism on the end of a hose, with a glass tube at the end of it.
He held the tube over her clitoris, cupping the entire thing. The view on the screen
before her changed, and she was looking at her clit from inside the tube at two
angles! The third section of screen showed her tearful countenance.
As she hung helplessly, the tube began to fill up with
slightly cool water. Bracing herself against any potential pain, but still
purring in the back of her throat, Wendy watched, horrified at the giant image
of her clitoris in this strange contraption. The tube was completely filled
with water and then it sucked onto her, letting out any air bubbles that had
remained. The sudden suction was surprising, but it didn't hurt at all. With
the weight of the water filled tube combined with the suction, she was getting
pleasurable little flutters in her loins with every breath she took. The
purring got louder and several of the audience were
laughing, but Wendy couldn't stop the sensations from making her react, despite
her mortification.
Bill was able to release the tube when the suction turned on
and he now stroked her wet lips absently and watched the mechanism intently. At
first nothing happened, but then Wendy gradually realized that the water was
starting to move. On the screen. the
front view showed the hood of her clit flaring out slightly and then going down
as the water very slightly began to pulse directly on her clit. It wasn't enough
to make her respond other than purring at first, but then the water began to
swirl instead, making the hood flutter around her engorged nub and causing her
to squirm despite herself.
She had never felt anything like this in her life. Her pussy
was dripping all over the wolf's fingers and her face still burned with
humiliation but her clit, oh gods, her clit felt better than it had ever felt.
The swirling water stopped and went in the opposite direction, making her purr
louder and her eyelids flutter. Her tears had stopped although she was still
blushing and she bit her lip so she wouldn't begin to moan. Bill continued to
stroke her moist lips as the water kept switching directions and intensity,
making her clit appear to dance and flutter on the camera.
The suction began to vary in intensity, making her clitoral
hood pull up and down, seemingly of its own accord. The water kept switching,
twirling, fluttering and making her completely swollen clit dance for the
camera. "You must be so ashamed, knowing you are going to come in front of all
these people and they're going to laugh at your humiliation" Bill's voice
brought her back to reality... Wendy tried to will herself not to come. She closed
her eyes and then there was only the tingle on her clit and lips, so she opened
them again and was confronted with that screen. Her eyes widened as she watched
her puffy miniature cockhead dance and twirl and she
knew that she couldn't stop it from happening.
Her eyes opened wide and dazed as her clit actually began to
bob on the screen, not from the water, but from the convulsions that sent fluid
running down Bill's paw. She heard sounds coming from the back of her throat
but she couldn't help herself. Her entire body shuddered violently as she came for a full minute, fresh tears of relief and embarrassment coursing
down her muzzle as her pussy convulsed, her clit bobbed on the screen, and the
audience applauded.
... A little while later...
"So, to paraphrase, you are more than welcome to try and
pursue us legally, but we are rich and there are many of us involved in the
legal system. Even if by some miracle you were to win, you'd still be known as "that
girl" because this thing would make huge news. By signing this contract, you
are agreeing that you were a willing participant in this little game and that
you will accept the money for your school tuition and books, plus the extra one
million dollars."
Wendy pulled her jacket closer around her, as if to make
sure she were still wearing it. Her cheeks were still stained with tears, but
they were drying. Bill looked at her over his reading glasses as he waited for
her to accept the contract. She let her eyes flicker up to his face quickly,
before returning her gaze to the paper he'd just explained to her. She tried to
stop letting her mind drift to what had just taken place. 'He can't be handsome'
she thought to herself 'he electrocuted me!'... Shaking her head, she signed the
contract and pushed it back to the wolf.
He accepted it with a grin on his face. "I am so pleased
that you agreed to sign, Wendy. You won't regret this, in a couple of weeks,
Kitty."
"A couple of weeks? Wha?!?!" Wendy was pulled back toward the large room
by the two wolves who had come up behind her. The feline shrieked in horror and
disbelief at what was taking place.
The wolf chuckled, "They never read the fine print!"