Phase Two - Ribbons Bound Bow - The Pretty Package
"We've only ourselves to blame..."
No matter what you do you'll never be able to escape the ties that bind. Someone will always be watching, waiting, and preparing. Just when you think your experience is at an end, you're dead wrong.
The room was vacant with only the dim florescent light humming overhead. Despite the rather poor excuse of a bedroom a young feline lay semi asleep on the ivory colored bedspread. Her head lie in a curtain of her fallen brown mane. The little creature did not know what awaited her.
Time ticked away until from slumber the feline woke. Her first reaction was confusion. Blue eyes adjusted to being closed for so long. The haze of sleep and dreariness set into her sight. When at last the fog had cleared the tigress flipped back her mane trying to make out her surroundings.
A sudden gasp answered all her brooding questions. As she tried to sit up her arms stumbled. They were bound. She turned over her shoulder noting a pink ribbon tying her down. Den tugged lightly only rustling the silky fabric of her restraint. She gave another tug this time harshly. The end result was the silky strand tightening further.
In a huff the tiger pushed her head back into the mattress. "How the hell did I get into this?" She wondered. First there was the garden then...just how did she get here? Last she recalled a savior was fishing her up from the webbing of rope. That horrid garden where she first became the victim of this erotic game. She bit on her lower lip holding back a curse.
She could think of several colorful obscenities to say out loud but this was not the time. Or was it. There came a thud behind her. Somewhere in the room movement was afoot. Struggling to understand the situation the tigress looked back over her shoulder calling out.
"Anyone there? Please anyone? What is...going on?" The defeat clung to her words.
How badly she wanted to escape and be free of the evils of this place, people, things! Whatever the hell it was! Before the tears could be shed a dull throbbing entered into a all too familiar part of her anatomy.
"Gods, not ...this...again..."
She bucked out against the pink ribbon bindings finding resistance futile. It came as a jolt to her system leaving her mewling instantly. Blue eyes shut tightly when the dreaded toy throbbed like a fake phallus in her womb. Tears welled up as pure pleasure shot into her nerves. The bliss spiraled down her spine causing her tail to curl like a fluffy snake.
Her groans joined the dull buzzing that kicked up one more notch. No escape. No way out. These thoughts surfaced in the poor little feline's mind. One thought after another passed into her scheme. The plan for freedom failed. The worse part of this perversion was her mound covered in pink silk. And that pink wrapping slowly becaming wet.
Dampness leaked with her tides of rising need. Her throat felt dry as she tried to swallow. It ached to let the saliva pass down her pallet. Each passing round of the vibrator rutting the feline only added to the victory of the person or persons in the shadows.
Answering the droning buzz of her phantom lover the tiger allowed its entrance. She did stare back to her rump assessing how the vibrator would go until she stopped. This was madness!
"He...lp..." She whimpered the voice cracking up in the middle.
The throes of need washed over Den. Pleasure crept from the depths of her channel reaching the tell tale slit of her cervix. Could anyone save her? Her thoughts were interrupted when a footstep fell to the floor. Through the haze of lust the poor female could barely make out an outline. Was the visitor male? Female? She couldn't tell from the way she was situated.
What she could tell was the sudden grasp to the back of her head. She groaned as her scalp was handled roughly. Embarrassment sunk into her cheeks as did the lust that growled in her loins. Claws dragged through her thick tresses keeping the tigress from lifting her head.
Den heard heavy breathing that warmed the back of her neck. It crawls pass her head slinking over her shoulders. The paw squeezed on her skull making her hiss. To make matters worse the figure was not going to let the torture end.
A gasp flooded pass the tigress' lips. This stranger took liberty to the poor feline's predicament. With a buck of their hips the Rose of the Ganges lurched forward. And so this kept up until Den's breaking point was realized. One last dry hump to her hips sent Den screaming.
The vibrator had long been forgotten. The walls of Den's mound closed up and squeezed. Her juices poured our staining her silky prison. Fatigue etched into her muzzle, and with a whimper the tiger slumped.
The overload of pleasure and need had capped the feline. She shut down leaving her warden to watch the striped pelt move with the wind down. Whoever it was decided now was the perfect time...to iniate the last phase...