With Great Ravish

by StormKitty

This story copyright © 2012 by StormKitty.

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Kirin wasn't a messy person, but neither was she so neat that there wasn't room to straighten up and make her apartment more presentable when she was expecting an overnight guest. She took a look around her living room trying to spot anything she'd missed. Sometimes it's hardest to see things that would be obvious to others because you're so used to them. Seeing nothing, the lynx forced herself to sit down, relax, and breathe deeply to calm herself. She glanced at the clock, then around the room once again.

The T-shirt she was wearing had seen better days. She'd had it since high school when a club she had belonged to was putting on a promotion and had them made up for all the members. Now it was faded and had several holes and paint spots. Kirin had also filled out more since then and it now fit snugly over her breasts. Her skirt was too short to wear to her workplace, but she enjoyed wearing it when she was relaxing at home and occasionally out in public when she felt a little daring.

She arose from her couch and went to give the kitchen a look over. The only thing that looked out of place was a few dishes in the drain rack that needed to finish air drying. Her short tail lashed uneasily. It seemed like she should be working on dinner right about now.

As she was returning to the living room, the front door to her apartment suddenly burst open. Startled, Kirin jumped back as a male red fox dressed in black slacks and a red shirt entered and threw the door closed behind him with an ominous thunk. She stared in shock and startlement as the fox quickly moved to close the distance between them before she could react. "Good afternoon, my dearie," he said with an evil grin.

Their eyes met. They stopped and stood where they were for an unusually long pause, sizing each other up, their ears and whiskers making subtle gestures. Kirin finally spoke again. "Who are you? Why are you barging into my apartment like this?"

"Think of me as an admirer," the fox replied, giving her a lecherous stare, then closing the remaining distance between them, taking a hold of her and pushing her against the wall. "I've been watching you for a long time and I like what I see!"

Kirin tried to squirm out from between him and the wall. "What do you want? What are you doing here?" she squealed.

The fox had an arm around her, preventing her easy escape. "I'm just here to take what you're showing off. You've tempted me long enough, being in here at home so all alone, just begging for the company of an admirer like me."

Her struggles continued. "I'm not begging for anything!" she cried as she wiggled from between him and the wall, escaping into the living room.

The fox gave chase, pursuing her around the room, taunting as he did so. "Don't tell me you're not asking for it. The way that tight shirt shows off your boobs so nicely, and that skirt barely covers your ass!"

He nearly caught her again, but she picked up a throw pillow from the couch and clobbered him over the head with it, slowing him briefly. She made it to the opposite side of the couch and they found themselves in a standoff with the couch between them. Suddenly lunged across, making a grab for her. He snagged the hem of her shirt, keeping hold and pulling hard. Kirin pulled back, and the shirt tore. It was enough to pull her closer and the fox got his other arm around her and his hand on her breast. "Your nipple is hard! You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Kirin tried to struggle out of his grasp as he felt up her breasts. She spun away from him, and her squeals were punctuated by the sound of more fabric tearing as she escaped him, stumbling in the process. He dove and caught her by the ankle. "Let me go!" she cried as she tried to kick him with her other foot.

The position gave the fox a nice view up her skirt. "What lovely panties you're wearing! With that short skirt, you must love showing them off!"

"You perv!" Kirin briefly freed her leg but was unable to regain her feet before he pounced on her again, pinning her to the floor. As she struggled, he freed up one hand long enough to produce a length of rope from his pocket. Caught on her side, the lynx twisted beneath him and started to beat at his chest and shoulders with one of her fists. The fox grabbed that arm and quickly looped the rope around it. "You can't do this to me! This is my apartment!"

"Oh, but I can," he taunted back as he paused what he was doing with the rope to feel up her breasts some more. He gave each of her perked up nipples a firm pinch, getting a whimper out of her. Kirin managed to free her other arm from where it was trapped beneath her and began flailing it about in an attempt to beat on him some more. The fox tried to catch that arm, and as she dodged his grasp, her fist connected with the side of his jaw. Undeterred, he continued his efforts to catch her arm, eventually succeeding and pulling both of her arms together, keeping them trapped long enough to loop the rope around both wrists.

"What are you doing?" she whined as she struggled to escape. Having succeeded at binding her wrists together, the fox must have dropped his guard for a moment; with a twist of her body, Kirin slipped out of his grasp and scrambled to her feet, away from him into the dining room, bringing her bound wrists up to her muzzle in an attempt to pull the knots apart with her teeth.

"Just what I said. Taking what I want!" the fox replied. He was quick on her tail and didn't allow Kirin a chance to concentrate on the knots before she was on the run from him again. Now the chase was around her dining table. As he followed, he pulled chairs out to become obstacles and to block her easy exit to the living room. The chase continued, and the fox finally caught up with her. Despite her efforts to push him away with her bound hands, he had little difficulty turning her around and bending her over the table. He leaned over against her back to press her into the table. Keeping her pinned like this he pushed her arms up and across to the other side of the table.

"Let me go!" she cried. Pinned like this with her wrists bound together and her arms in this position there was little she could do with them, so she tried using her legs to trip or at least unbalance him.

He only pressed her that much harder against the table. Keeping her pinned, he fetched a zip tie from his pocket. It took a bit of effort to keep the struggling lynx in place, but at last he was able to reach far enough across the opposite side of the table to pull one of the chairs on up close, where he used the zip tie to secure the rope binding her wrists to the chair back. "What a sexy lynx you are. I'll bet every guy you give a sneak peek of your panties to dreams of bending you over and taking you!"

Kirin whimpered and pulled back against the chair her wrists were now bound to. The chair rattled against the table but was too heavy for her to lift while the fox was against her back. "You can't just come in here like that and take what you want!" she snapped back.

"Oh but I can," he taunted, and as he said it, Kirin felt his fingers sliding up beneath her skirt to tug the waistband of her panties down over her hips, first one side, then the other, and finally down over the curve of her rear. She tried spreading her knees so he couldn't slide them rest of the way off, but the fox had little difficulty forcing her legs back together enough to slide the panties down her legs and off. As she felt her pussy exposed to the cooler air, Kirin made an attempt to draw her body up onto the table, intending to slide off the other side, but the fox prevented this by keeping a hold of a leg or some other part of her at all times. At some point during their struggles he produced more zip ties, as she discovered when she felt him looping one around her left ankle and a table leg, pulling it tight. She made a brief attempt to slide around that side of the table but he rose to block her, pushing her back to the center and pulling her right ankle over to the opposite table leg on that side, where he soon had it secured with another zip tie.

"You bastard!" With her legs pulled apart, her hips were pressed against the table, and the way she was bent over wearing only the short skirt, her pussy was fully exposed to him.

The fox caught his breath and stood up. "You are a feisty one, aren't you? I like that in a girl!" He walked around the table, surveying his work, paying particular attention to the chair her arms were bound to, and making certain that it was properly braced so that her bonds would withstand a good bit of struggling. Although Kirin could likely free herself given enough time, her bonds were secure enough to prevent her from making any surprise moves.

"Let me go!" she cried as she tugged at and tested the ties holding her ankles apart.

"Mmmm, you look good enough to eat," he murred, stepping up behind her once again. "I'm so glad I came over." He was running his hands all over her upper body now and slipped his hand between her and the table to feel up her breasts once again. Leaning down he gave her a gentle bite on the shoulder. Kirin whimpered. He adjusted his bite until he had only her shirt between with his teeth. Holding firmly, he pulled back, tearing the shirt some more.

He stopped when Kirin made a gagging noise. The fox reached into his pocket for a pair of scissors and made two incomplete cuts, then set the scissors aside on the table and grabbed the shirt to pull at it again. "My shirt!" she whimpered to the sound of ripping fabric. Between his teeth and the scissors he made short work of the shirt, leaving the shredded remains beside the table where the now topless lynx lay pressed against it. The fox gave her another gentle but firm bite to the back of the neck while his hands slid beneath her, roaming over her naked breasts and teasing her nipples.

He kept his hands there as long as he could while he was lowering himself, sliding down behind her, where he was treated to a close-up view of her pussy. His hands trailed out to her sides and down her hips. "What a lovely sight you are, showing off your pussy like this! I'll bet you love to go out in this skirt with no panties," he said as he caressed up the back of her legs, angling his touch inward and ever closer to her vulva.

"None of your business!" Kirin cried out, trying fruitlessly to squirm away from his touch

"Teasing all the guys, flashing them, making them want to bury their muzzles between your legs."

The twitching of his nose at the scent she was giving off caused his whiskers to brush ever so lightly at her fur. "Oh, gods! What are you doing to me now?"

The fox's nose made contact with her cleft and she could feel his fingers pulling her outer labia apart. The next thing she felt was his tongue, lapping from her clit all the way up to her perineum. "Oh my, you are so tasty! I could just stay right here and eat you all day. Maybe I will." His voice went quiet as his tongue got quite busy on her sex, teasing her clit, then pressing between her folds, deeper inside her. Kirin tried to squirm her rear and her pussy out of his reach, but her range of movement was much too limited and he had little difficulty keeping up with her. He kept this up for a couple of minutes, and Kirin was panting and biting her lip by the time he finally stopped licking and stood up. "Now for the finale," he murred, accompanied by the sound of his pants being unbuckled and unzipped.

"No!" Kirin uttered as she turned her head to look back and see the fox sliding out of his pants, revealing the full erection he was now sporting.

"Yes!" he replied. "These pants have been too tight for too long." He stepped up behind her and took a hold of her hips, and the head of his cock came into contact with her pussy. With his hands keeping a firm grip on her, he barely took a moment to slide it along her cleft before slipping into her. "Mmmm, what a hot little lynx cunny you have," he said. "So hot and tight, so fuckable!"

Kirin bit her lip again and groaned as she felt her nether regions being invaded by the fox's maleness. Once he was all the way inside her, he leaned over, pressing her against the table and taking one shoulder in his mouth in a firm bite. His hips got into a steady rhythm, sliding his cock in and out, taking her. His hands resumed playing with her breasts. Kirin tried to remain as comfortable as possible beneath him, tied to the table as she was. As his movements intensified, she could resist no longer and began letting out moans and little cries of pleasure. She soon began moving back against him in rhythm with his thrusts.

He continued fucking her as if with a sense of urgency. The fox let go with his mouth and his thrusts became rougher, taking her hard enough to make the table rock. When his knot expanded he shoved his cock all the way inside her, making only shallow thrusts while he built up the rest of the way to his peak. Biting her shoulder once more he climaxed, letting out passioned moans around his bite as he filled her with a load of his fox seed. He kept himself most of the way hilted with his knot inside her, thrusting hard and barely withdrawing, for as long as his orgasm continued. Finally when he was spent, he relaxed against her back with his maleness still buried deep inside her.

The fox released her shoulder. "You are such a hot lynx. Good enough to eat, good enough to fuck, and such a pleasure to partake of! I am so glad I came over." He stood up straight and pulled out of her, wiping his cock off on the fur of her rear. She felt the fluids of their coupling leak out of her pussy to trickle down the inside of her thighs.

The fox left the room. Kirin resumed her struggles against the ropes and the ties. "You bastard! You're not going to leave me tied up like this, are you?" she shouted at him.

"Maybe I should," he taunted from the living room. Her struggles continued until he reappeared and walked around the table in front of her, his pants back on and in order. "I could leave you like this so you'll be ready for the next admirer who comes along, the next guy you've teased into a frenzy. He can thank me later for saving him the trouble of tying you up." He leaned forward to give her ear a gentle nip. "But I'm in a good mood today." He loosened the knot in the rope around her wrists, then picked up the scissors and cut the tie holding them to the chair. He quickly stepped back and out of her reach, leaving the scissors on the table. "I'll be back to catch you again another time," he said. As soon as she slid one arm free of the rope, he bolted out of the room. This was followed by the sound of him exiting through the front door.

Kirin had an awkward moment standing up, legs still bound apart. She finished untying the rope, then lowered herself carefully to the floor and used the scissors to cut the ties around her ankles. Once free, she stepped gingerly into the living room and over to the front window to peer out between the curtains. A car she recognized flashed its lights. She let go of the curtain and looked around, spying a note placed conspicuously on the end table nearest the door. "Meet me at Boddington's," it read.

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Kirin was cleaned up and dressed when she arrived at Boddington's half an hour later. Looking around, she noticed about two-thirds of the tables were occupied. Sunday wasn't their busiest evening. A deer stepped up behind the hostess stand. "Welcome to Boddington's Restaurant. My name is Addie. Are you by yourself this evening?"

"I'm here to meet someone," Kirin replied.

"A fox gentleman?" she asked, and Kirin nodded. "He just arrived a couple of minutes ago. Right this way."

The doe led her to a booth where the red fox was already seated. Their eyes met and they both smiled. "Hi Tom," said Kirin, feeling her ears blush as she slid into her seat. "I see you made it to Cragmoor safely."

"Yes I did. Always a pleasure to see you, Kirin!" Tom replied with a twitch of his whiskers, his ears blushing as well.

"Shale will be your waitress tonight," said Addie. "Would you like something to drink?"

"A strawberry daiquiri," said Kirin.

"Gin and tonic," said Tom

Addie nodded. "We'll have those out to you shortly," she said, and stepped away.

Kirin took a quick glance around then leaned closer to him. "Should I call you Travis?"

Tom leaned closer upon hearing his slave name. "Reminding me of my place already, are you?" The name had been given to him by Chama, Kirin's best friend and Tom's Mistress. In actuality, Chama was a pleasure slave and Tom was a lawyer and the owner of her slave contract. Kirin was one of the few who knew he was a hardcore submissive who had asked Chama to treat him as her pleasure slave, which had included 'loaning' him to Kirin when she came to visit. He touched noses with Kirin, answering in low tones. "If you wish. Just remember we're in a public place."

She giggled. "I know. I'll be discrete." She glanced down at his shirt. "You changed clothes!"

His ears twitched and he made a dismissive gesture. "I changed in the car. I was afraid if I came in here looking like I'd just wrestled and tied up a lynx, I'd get mobbed by ladies wanting me to do the same to them."

Kirin chuckled. "You are nuts sometimes."

"I get that a lot." His eyes roamed over her. "You changed too."

Kirin tilted her head and cleared her throat. "You didn't think I'd come in here wearing nothing but that short mini, did you? Which reminds me, my panties were nowhere to be found." She fixed her gaze on him, recalling the game he often played with Chama in which he would steal her panties to provoke her into punishing him. "You wouldn't happen to know where they disappeared to, would you?"

Tom gave her his best innocent look as he glanced briefly to one side, ears blushing again. "I might."

Kirin narrowed her eyes and gave him a sideways glance. "You realize I'm going to have to punish you for that, as well as for raping me."

The fox gave her an unperturbed smile. "If you wish. Speaking of which, how was it for you?"

She dropped the stern expression and her ears perked forward as she smiled, wiggling her rear in her seat. "It was quite a thrill! Getting chased around, struggling, getting tied up and stripped... What a rush!"

Tom smirked. "Your panties were pretty wet by the time I got them off you."

Kirin grinned. "No wonder you kept them."

"I didn't say I have them!"

"I know you better than that."

They paused their conversation as a civet approached the table. "Hi. My name is Shale, and I'll be your waitress this evening," she said, placing their drinks in front of each of them. "Can I get you an appetizer this evening?"

Tom looked at Kirin. "Fried cheese sticks?"

"Ooh, I love those," she replied, licking her lips.

Tom nodded and looked at Shale. "Okay, let's do it."

"I'll have those out for you in a few minutes," said Shale. "Are you ready to order?"

"Give us a few more minutes," Tom replied.

Shale stepped away as each of them took a sip of their drinks. Tom resumed their conversation in hushed tones. "I hope I didn't get too rough with you."

Kirin gave him a warm smile. "You know I like it a little rough. I never even considered using the safeword. Well, there was the time the shirt started to choke me."

Tom's ear gave a twitch. "Yeah, sorry. The shirt didn't tear as easily as I thought it would."

"It's okay, you backed off right away. And I hope I wasn't too rough on you." Kirin's voice became even. "If you had been a real rapist, I would have fought a lot harder and screamed loud enough for the neighbors to hear. And I would have used my claws."

He rubbed his jaw. "I think you got me here."

"Sorry about that," she uttered. "You okay?"

"I'm fine. Just bruised it a little."

She reached out to touch his jaw. "I'm glad it was you. If a real stranger had broken in..."

"I am honored that you trusted me." Tom's expression became more serious. "Playing out a rape fantasy with a trusted partner is nothing like true non-consensual rape. The situation is completely out of your control. As you said, you could fight harder, but so could he. You have no way of knowing if he's going to leave you dead or seriously hurt."

Kirin nodded serenely. "I have a couple of friends who have been raped. It was a horrible experience for them."

"I've met rape victims too, and Chama knows several. I've heard some of their stories."

Kirin sighed. "What we did, it was scary in a way, but I'm glad we discussed limits, and just knowing I could stop the scene at any time made a big difference." She winked at him. "You were really hamming it up with some of your lines. 'What lovely panties you're wearing. I'll bet you love showing them off',"

Tom chuckled. "I was enjoying the show. So I'm not the best at pretending to be a lust-crazed admirer."

The lynx nodded. "It played into my fantasy well enough." Her voice became melodramatic. "I'm so desirable he just can't restrain himself from ravishing me."

"You know, that's rarely a real rapist's primary motive. It's usually about power and control over the victim."

She picked up her menu and began studying it, and Tom did likewise. Their conversation for the next few minutes was mostly about what to order. Shale returned moments later with the fried cheese sticks and took their meal orders.

Kirin picked up a cheese stick and dipped it in the marinara sauce. She breathed in the aroma and let out a pleasured sigh as she took a bite. "So what is this seminar you're in town for?"

"Boring lawyer stuff. It's a series of presentations about contract law. New trends and other things we're likely to see showing up in contracts." Tom reached for a cheese stick. "Some of it will be useful in helping clients draw up contracts, but it's also good to know about if a client gets into a dispute involving one of these contracts." He gave the cheese stick a sniff and licked his lips. "I could explain more but I'd be afraid of putting you to sleep."

She nodded. "That interesting, huh?"

He shrugged and took a bite, leaving a long string of cheese between his mouth and the other half of the cheese stick until he pinched it off with his other hand. "Well I find it interesting," he said as he started to chew. The look on his face turned blissful as he rolled the cheese around his tongue.

"Does any of it involve slave contracts?" Kirin was well aware of Tom's efforts to get better and fairer laws enacted addressing slave ownership.

Tom's ears perked and he sat up straighter. "Yes, there are a couple of sessions later in the week about contracts of indenture. I'm the presenter at one of them."

"Wow!"

"They are hosting a formal dinner Thursday evening for all attendees, and everyone is invited to bring a spouse or guest." Tom gave her his best smile. "Kirin, would you do me the honor of accompanying me?"

Kirin's face lit up and her tufted ears perked forward. "Tom, I would be honored," she replied, tracing a fingertip around the rim of her glass.

They each put away another cheese stick. Kirin reached into her purse and produced a key. "Here's the spare key to my apartment."

He accepted the key. "Thank you. Would a hundred twenty be enough to cover my expenses for five days?"

Kirin looked down her muzzle at him. "Tom, I already told you you're welcome to stay with me for no charge. I'm not so poor I can't afford to put up a friend for a few days. Even if I did the math, I don't think it's costing me anywhere near one twenty."

He leaned his chin on one hand and gave her his best seductive smile. "That's a lot less than it would cost me to stay at the hotel and have restaurant meals all week, and I would gladly pay that amount for the privilege of being your pleasure slave during my off hours." His muzzle dipped and he averted his gaze downward. "So would you please accept the one twenty, Mistress Kirin?"

"Travis... I mean Tom..." Kirin sighed. "There's no talking you out of it, is there? All right." She took another pull off her daiquiri. "So did you bring any toys or other gear with you?"

Tom nodded. "Yes, there's a duffel in the car."

Kirin's eye ridges went up. "Ooh, what'd you bring?"

Tom tilted his head. "I'm curious about that myself. Chama packed it and told me not to peek."

Kirin chuckled. "That sneaky ocelot! I can hardly wait to see what she packed." She grinned at him and her voice lowered again. "You know what? When you stopped licking me I was tempted to break out of my role and beg you to continue."

Tom gave her a big grin. "I was very tempted to clean you up afterwards. It seemed more fitting to leave you wet and messy."

Kirin nodded. "You certainly did. I had some mopping up to do." She leaned on her elbows and smiled. "You naughty fox, leaving your job to me. I remember very well how you like using your tongue to wake me up." She fixed her gaze on him and squirmed against her seat. "I plan to keep that tongue of yours very busy this week."

He leaned forward and touched noses with her once again. "No busier than if it were up to me." He picked up another cheese stick and made a show of running his tongue over and around it as he slid it between his lips to take a bite.

She watched him intently. "Just hold that thought. You're having me for dessert."