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He couldn't move. It wasn't that he didn't want to move - he wanted to move very badly. He couldn't move. And was the first thing he noticed.

The second thing he noticed was the darkness. As a bat, Kamuniak wasn't bothered by darkness normally. With his large ears and ability to echolocate, the fruit bat anthro usually had nothing to fear from the darkness. However, in order to use his echolocation, he needed to be able to open his mouth. The third thing he noticed was that he could not do that, either.

What felt like a silk scarf was tied around his muzzle, the knot below his chin and the trailing ends of the scarf dangling down in front of his chest, swaying gently as he attempted to struggle against his bonds. His wing-arms were restrained above his head, fingers stuck standing out at extended angles while his thumbs were locked together by some sort of restraint. He looked up, trying to see what held his thumbs, and whether or not he would be able to get out of them, but it was too dark in the room - his echolocation attempt came out a muffled squeak from his closed muzzle.

He tried to move his legs, but they seemed to be bolted to the floor. He could feel the tightness of some sort of cuff on his calves, and he was in a forced kneeling position, his knees resting on some sort of soft cushion and his legs tied to the ground, large feet stretched out behind him and toes tied taut to the ground as well - he couldn't even clench them.

As the moments passed, he found himself getting more and more nervous. He couldn't remember how it was he came to be here - or even where here was. Was he in someone's BDSM dungeon? Or had he been kidnapped for some nefarious purpose? His ears swiveled, but the room was silent as a tomb.

He lost track of time, restrained in the darkness. His breathing sped up and slowed down - the way his tail was pulled up and tied to the restraints at his thumbs, leaving the entire length of his black and purple furred body bare for whatever would eventually come was hyper-erotic. Even with his fear of the unknown coloring the situation, he felt his cock hardening a bit within his sheath.

He wriggled as much as he could in his bonds, causing the trailing ends of his gag to occasionally brush his nipples with a whisper-soft, almost tickling touch that only added to the erotic power of the restraints. He was comfortable, the cushions under his knees were obviously there so he wouldn't be hurt, and he wasn't in any pain. Whoever had tied him here obviously cared for his comfort.

An indeterminable amount of time passed, and his anticipation of what might come next outweighed his fear over time. What might his captor have planned that he was tied down like this? All sorts of possibilities raced through the bat's mind, leaving him shivering with anticipation and erotic pleasure. His cock peeked from its sheath and his balls felt heavy.

Suddenly he heard a door open somewhere behind him. No light entered the room - wherever the door opened onto was dark as well. Both of his large ears swiveled back to try and hear what was going on behind him.

"Hope you've enjoyed your wait, squeaktoy," came an alluring, androgynous voice. It had a lilt to it that suggested female, but the undertone felt male.

Kamuniak's ears were highly sensitive to all frequencies, like any bat's - without seeing his captor, he realized that he was in the possession of a hermaphrodite, just from the sound of hir voice. Hir voice also carried a hint of an accent - Australian, maybe? He couldn't be sure yet.

Lost in his thoughts, it caught him utterly off guard when something soft and outrageously ticklish brushed across the taut sole of his left foot. A squeak burst from his restrained muzzle and he tried to clench his toes. Of course, nothing moved.

A girlish giggle came from his tormentor. "Oh good, I was hoping those little batty toes would enjoy my tail. How about the other foot?"

The tickling sensation came again, prolonged this time as what he now realized was a fluffy tail tip brushed back and forth across his sole, the fur dipping between his toes and driving him wild. He laughed as best he could with his muzzle tied shut. It was delicious and maddening all at once, and his already more than half hard cock started getting harder, extending out of its sheath.

As abruptly as it started, the tickling of his foot stopped, and he sensed a warm body behind him, straddling his tied down legs. His captor was anthro as well, and probably a good two feet taller than him, if he'd been able to stand up. He breathed and caught an exotic scent as he tried to recover from the tickling. His captor wasn't a species he recognized - something different that he'd never smelled before.

"Tickling is just the start, bat-boy," the hermaphrodite whispered in one of his large, backwards turned ears. Claws dug into his exposed armpits, and he squeaked out another attempt at laughter as his tormentor drug her claws lightly up and down his sides, from hips to pits and back again, stopping to squeeze at his ribs here and there.

When this round of tickling stopped, he was a squeaking, giggling mess, and tears had wet the fur at the edges of his eyes. He made a high pitched sound of shock when something lightly touched under his tail, right near the sensitive skin of his tail-hole. It tickled, but it also itched and made him desperate to scratch. A strangled noise came from his restrained muzzle, and his captor laughed softly.

"Noted, don't like tail-hole tickling. Let's shed a little light, shall we, mate?" For a moment, there was nothing - and then slowly candles began to be lit in a circle around Kamuniak's prison. As the light filled the little area around the captive bat, he got his first good look at his captor.

She - for her overwhelming physical shape was female, despite the male sheath and balls that dangled between her legs ahead of a wet (from the scent of it) vagina. Her cock was peeking out of its sheath, and her nipples stood out beyond the fur of her ample breasts. Her fur was a light tan, and her body was fairly canine - except for her long, almost kangaroo-like tail with a puff of fur on the end; the tickle tool she'd been using earlier. As she turned her back to him and bent to light more candles, he caught sight of the odd fading pattern of stripes that ran from just behind her shoulders to the base of her tail.

Thylacine!, he thought. The Tasmanian wolf. But...I thought they were extinct.

His captor turned to face him again, and gave a playful smirk, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Oh, now see? I like you much better where I can see you."

She knelt in front of him, her knees sharing his pillows with him, and looked him in the eye. "When I saw you at the fur party, I knew I had to have you as my own little pet. My name's Benji, and you, my little squeaktoy, are going to be staying with me for a nice long time."

Kamuniak swallowed and laid his ears back. He wasn't sure if he liked the insinuation the thylacine was making. However, his body had other ideas, and when she wrapped her warm paw around his now fully extended cock, he moaned despite his misgivings and gag.

"Mmm, there we go. Get you nice and worked up." She leaned in and licked at each of his nipples in turn as her free hand slid between his legs and lightly fondled his balls.

Kamuniak moaned through his gag and closed his eyes. His captor was very skilled, and it wasn't long before his cock was throbbing and dribbling just a bit of pre out of the tip. Just a few seconds more and he'd have a mind-blowing orgasm.

Benji stopped - all at once. Her tongue, her hands - everything stopped. She sat back on her heels as the bat's eyes flew open and squeaked whimpers escaped his muzzle. He was SO close, so desperate, and she STOPPED? The thylacine smirked, still sitting back on her heels, and stroked her own cock slowly. "Mmm. Love takin' a boy to the edge and lettin' 'em sit there. Makes it so much sweeter when I let you cum."

When her cock was hard and almost as swollen as the bat's, she stopped her stroking and stood up, walking a slow circle around him. "Bet you wish your wings were free, mm? Just drop one little wing-hand down there and wrap your thumb around your cock, finish yourself off in a stroke or two... Awww, but the poor little batty is all trapped. Guess you just have to wait, then, squeaktoy." She stopped behind him, then bent down and rapidly scrabbled her claws over the soles of his feet.

The effect was immediate - Kamuniak screamed into his gag and tried to thrash. The tickling was torturous, on both feet at once. He couldn't stand it! And, to make matters worse, it was denying him the orgasm he'd been so very, very close to.

The tickling went on so long this time that he lost track of time as if he was back in the dark again. Her claws went from his feet to his ribs to his armpits and back to his feet. Sometimes she'd reach around front and tickle his nipples - an entirely new sensation that sent bolts of simultaneous erotic pleasure and torturous tickling shooting through his body, making his fur stand on end.

When Benji stopped, her toy could only dangle there, squeaking weakly with the ends of giggles, wing-leather rustling as his fingers hung limp. "Aww, poor little batty needs a break."

She stepped away from him, and blew out some of the candles, plunging part of the lit area back into darkness. She disappeared through this dark doorway into the room beyond, leaving Kamuniak with his thoughts.

Not that he had many coherent thoughts at the moment - his cock was still hard, as there was more than enough erotic stimulation in the nipple tickling to have kept him that way, but he wasn't near orgasm anymore. He panted through his nose, skin still twitching in the aftermath of the tickle assault. He barely had the energy to hold his ears perked, listening for Benji's return.

He hung there quietly long enough for his breathing to return to normal and his body to calm enough that his cock began to soften and retreat into its sheath. Of course, that's when Benji returned.

"Hehehehe," she giggled. "I have some fantastic new toys to try out now, my little squeak toy." There was almost a constant tone of laughter beneath her words. "I get to play with some myself - hehehehe - first, though."

When she walked around in front of him, he saw why she was giggling. She was still nude except for a belt wrapped around her waist, and dangling from that belt were several differently shaped "erotic massagers," some with an external battery compartment attached by a wire - and one with a little glowing red light whose wire curled around and disappeared up inside her backwards-facing pouch behind her half-mast cock. She was using the bullet vibrator to tickle her in-pouch nipples and provide a little stimulation for her cock while her paws were free to play with her captive.

The bat's eyes widened at the sight of the tools. Teasing was fantastic, but he'd never been one for penetration of any kind. Thankfully, it soon proved that such an act wasn't the thylacine's intention at all.

Benji walked up next to her squeaktoy's right wing, and withdrew a g-spot massager. She pressed its vibrating head against his wing membrane, right between his index and middle finger.

Kamuniak gasped through his gag, a sharp inhalation through his nose. The vibrations spread through the membrane of his wing. The resulting sensation was slightly ticklish, but very erotic - like a dozen micro furs massaging everywhere his wing membrane attached to his body.

"Aww, little batty likes that, does he?" She slid the massager up and down his wing membrane, sending chills of pleasure through his entire body before taking it over to his left wing and starting the process all over again.

It was such a delicious sensation that his eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned through his closed muzzle. Benji giggled softly at both his reactions and the vibrator in her pouch, then pulled another tool from her belt and reached around in front of the bat.

Kamuniak squeaked and tried to arch his back when the massaging head of a Magic Wand style vibrator rested against his sheath. The vibrations spread through his now rapidly hardening cock and into his balls, as his wing membrane continued telegraphing pleasure everywhere it connected.

Kamuniak felt like he was slowly losing his mind with pleasure. The vibrator on his wing membrane, the magic wand at his sheath and balls, it was all combining to send him shivering right to the edge of orgasm. Just when he thought he was going to cum, his captor upped the ante.

The bat let out a strangled yelp as her tail started to brush over his trapped soles again. However, the vibrators on his wing and cock didn't stop. He was out of his mind with the teasing and tickling, and the tickling was just bad enough that he couldn't seem to cum.

"Ooh, hehehe..." Benji giggled. "Nice combination, mm? The tickling and the teasing drive you right to the edge and hold you there. Poor little squeaktoy can't cum, and can't get away. Must be driving you mad, batty." Her tail continued to slowly broom over the bat's trapped soles, and moans and whimpers interspersed with his muffled laughter.

He felt like he was going to lose his mind. The vibrators felt so amazing, but his poor soles were sending him into spasms of ticklish squirming. Just when he thought he was getting used to the tickling enough that he might be able to push over the edge anyway - everything stopped.

He hung there, trembling, on the very edge of orgasm, his whole body one raw nerve. A single whine slipped out of his trapped muzzle - a very clear sound of begging. Please, just a little more, he thought. More with the vibrators, even more tickling, anything...I'm yours, just let me cum. Please, please just let me cum.

Benji moved around in front of her tormented captive and smirked at him. "Look at you - so very on edge. So desperate for just a little more to push you over. Yeah, I see the begging in your pretty bat eyes." She knelt in front of him, going down on her hands and knees on the cushioned floor, then leaned in and took the length of him into her long muzzle.

Kamuniak gasped and his eyes crossed as he felt her warm tongue slowly licking the pre-cum from the tip of his cock. Oh yes, YES, he thought, the muscles in his legs and wings twitching as his body fought to go over the edge. Benji kept her licks light, barely suckling at the bat's engorged manhood, and she brought one hand up to lightly fondle his balls.

Every touch - mouth, tongue, paw, it all was so delicious he felt like he was going to pass out - but with all the teasing he'd endured already, it wasn't enough to make him cum. He whined through his gag. Just a bit more - please, PLEASE...

Benji moaned at the delicious feel of the bat in her mouth. She knew how close he was, but she was going to savor this - after all, she'd just spent all this time getting his balls all plumped and ready to explode. This was going to be the most incredible orgasm of his life - she just had to draw it out a little bit longer.

The little licks and suckles were driving Kamuniak insane. So close, so very close to flying over the edge into the most incredible pleasure he's ever experienced, and she was teasing...teasing so very much. And he loved being teased - adored it, really. Every moment was making him harder, hungrier for the orgasm as it loomed ever closer.

When Benji plunged her muzzle forward and took him into her throat, swallowing around him and massaging his cock with her powerful throat muscles, it was finally enough.

With a howl that sounded more canine than bat, Kamuniak came hard. His whole body tensed and seemed to explode in release. He flooded her throat, his body trembling, wing-fingers flexing, tail shaking behind him and toes trying desperately to clench despite their restraints.

Benji swallowed multiple times and Kamuniak kept cumming. It was just as delicious as she'd hoped it would be - the teasing and build up gave an absolutely perfect spice to his cum. Exactly what she'd wanted, on top of the exotic flavor of bat. She wasn't able to swallow it all, and a bit of it got onto her muzzle and her chest fur. She leaned back to lick herself clean and smirked at the little restrained bat, giving a soft giggle as the vibrator in her pouch pulsed again against her ticklish nipples.

Her perfect little captive had passed out. But that was fine with her - they'd have more fun when he woke up. She couldn't wait to see just how much teasing he could really stand when she put her mind to it.

Oh yes - Kamuniak would be staying with her for a nice, long time.