Toys/f & Toys/m anthropomorphic wolves, non-consensual bondage, orgasm denial, straitjackets

Dysfunction

	Jeff and Sophi were as happy together as any two arctic wolves could be, except for one small problem.  No matter how many sex-games the two played, no matter how much foreplay Jeff gave, no matter how much clitoral stimulation was received, Sophi just couldn't orgasm.  They were very sexually active, too, and Sophi had tried a variety of sex toys, but no matter how aroused they got her she couldn't even get herself to climax, let alone her boyfriend.  After a doctor's visit determined that Sophi's condition was a Sexual Dysfunction, they went to a specialist, who referred them to a leading neural surgeon in the capital who was specializing in just such a problem.

	The new technology was, in its simplest terms, a box to create arousal and aid in orgasming.  With correct insertion into the spinal cord, a small control mechanism could be turned on, and thus the female herself would be turned on, so much so that sometimes one's first orgasm could be possible and many beyond that.  Their medical insurance wouldn't cover the costs, but Sophi's family was old-money, and her trust fund would cover it and leave her with ten times the amount she needed to finish college, so the decision was easy to make.

	Sophi's sapphire eyes blinked as she woke up, then closed again at the glare of the fluorescent lighting overhead.  Her first thought was that she didn't feel like she was waking from anesthesia, but then the doctor had said that it was outpatient surgery, so she probably wouldn't expect it to be like her appendix surgery when she was a kit.  For good reason, her second thought was in reference to how tight her panties were cupping her groin.  Slowly she opened her eyes more and more, and took in her surroundings with her mouth slightly agape.

	It was literally the padded room of an asylum, large, white, pillow-like rolls of cushioning all along the walls, the ceiling just high enough that she couldn't reach it if she jumped, the floor she was laying on just as padded.  Sophi, in trying to push herself up to a sitting position, realized another part of the setting was in place, though completely out of place.  There was a black rubber straitjacket holding her arms crossed, hugging herself, underneath her breasts, the material quite thick, her hands kept at her sides by a wide strap that hid most of her forearms from breasts to bellybutton.  A collar was built into it, somewhat similar to the kind a pet would wear, including a stout D-ring on the front of it.  The most "interesting" thing about it was the way it included a pair of tight panties that hugged her crotch quite well, and as she forced herself to sit up she felt it slip just barely against her shaved sexlips.  She felt it in a detached way for the moment, more engrossed in looking for an exit from what was quite obviously a nightmare.

	There was no door, so Sophi's secondary instinct was to call for help.  Sophi, amazed she hadn't noticed before, couldn't make very many sounds.  She had a fairly large gag, a cock-gag to be precise, inserted into her snout and held in place by a series of straps around her muzzle and behind her head.  Her tongue was spread across its underside, and between it and her natural spitting mechanisms she couldn't budge it even the slightest amount.  The wolf's heartbeat was racing from all this, such a drastic change of affairs in such a short time, and she whimpered quietly as she tried to calm her mind down and focus on a way out.

	Another distraction came quite quickly, and Sophi realized immediately what it was from the reaction it had on her.  Without warning, her sexual arousal simply came to life, as if she had been engaged in heavy petting with Jeff for the past thirty minutes.  The box had been turned on, apparently by remote, and she realized now that if this was a dream, it was happening suspiciously linearly compared to her life.  Sophi tried to cope with the warmth between her legs, which was starting to create dampness, and stood up slowly, walking along the comfortable floor with her bare paws, using her snout to feel against some of the walls and ensure they were indeed padded.

	By the time she had made two circuits of the room, the wolf had begun to feel how much the latex was slipping against her dampened sexlips with every step, small shivers running through her as some motions gave a teasing glance against her clit's hood.  Though she couldn't be sure, she had the feeling that the person who had the remote had increased the level very incrementally over the past few minutes, because she was starting to think more about her boyfriend and less about the room.  Her pondering on levels of the device was confirmed as a decisive increase in the power of the box was activated, making Sophi gasp and nearly fall to her ass, her free, useless tail reflexively perking quite high.

	Sophi started to circle the room again, bumping up against walls, eyes half-way closed at times, another thought making the wolf wonder if she was simply moving more to get further stimulation.  After another two full examinations of the room, and perhaps a minute of peering at the ceiling to try and determine a way to reach it, Sophi sat down heavily and examined her straitjacket again.  There was the possibility that she could have chewed through it enough to cause a weak point, but unfortunately with her snout caught up so well that was impossible.  She jerked her arms firmly to one side, then the other, and as she did the arousal device was increased heavily, making her gasp out and fall onto her back.  Immediately the box returned to its previous, constant level.  Tentatively, Sophi tried again, straining her arms outward while twisting her shoulders to the side, and the response was both immediate and similar, another jolt of arousal and almost-pleasure causing the wolf to pause again and close her eyes tightly.

	At this point, even through the latex panties, there was dampness apparent on Sophi's inner thighs, the wolf actively trying to calm herself down and focus.  All she kept returning to, though, was whether she was being punished or rewarded for struggling.  Ensuring that any further rational thought would be a thing of the past, the "constant" level of the box rose up by half-again the power from before, leveling off noticeably below the reward/punishment power, but this wasn't going away when she remained still.  It was finally too much for Sophi to simply live with as, after a second of wondering who would see her like this, began to push her hips as far forward and up as she could, stretching the material over her cunny as tightly as she could, forcing a slick rubbing over and just slightly between her sexlips, spreading her hood slightly but not managing to get any clitoral stimulation whatsoever.  It was however enough to elicit a heavy moan from Sophi's snout and the urge to roll over onto her belly, which she engaged in.

	Soon, Sophi was caught in a rhythm of her own body's design, continuously humping her hips down against a roll of the floor that barely increased her stimulation at all, but felt better to fuck against than just the unresponsive air.  Unable to help herself, the wolf found that she was suckling on the cock-gag that kept her mouth ajar, and while she paused a moment after she realized, it began again immediately.  Many a time she had been sexually frustrated and yet still, after a full hour of sexual play, had sucked her boyfriend to a howling climax while fingering herself futilely.  It was enjoyable, but it never was as much as she wanted, and that was what the wolf felt herself receiving now, just on a level that she couldn't force herself to ignore.

	Not long after, Sophi began to move more than just her hips, her torso and arms twisting side to side, tugging one way and the other, tail lashing.  She was purposely trying to get more arousal forced into her through the device as a reaction to her struggling, and it worked like a charm.  Of course it didn't actually help Sophi reach her climax, but that didn't deter the sex-crazed canid.

	Unknown to Sophi, all of the air in her room was circulating in from one vent and exiting through another, the pheromone-filled vapor being directly sent as the input for another room adjacent to her own.  The room contained none other than Jeff, who had either fallen asleep in the waiting room just long enough to be kidnapped, or was actually put out by sleeping gas.  This is something he himself had been wondering, and also why his straitjacket had a hole for his balls and sheath to emerge from, before he started to notice an odd smell to the room.  Sophi's device caused direct arousal, but a secondary result was that the pheromones released from this arousal were very similar to those of an estrus reaction.  Due to the heat-scent Sophi was putting out being pumped straight into Jeff's room, unfiltered, he'd been rather hard for the entire time she had been more than a little aroused.

	While at first Jeff could ignore it fairly easily, after a while the constant throbbing of his shaft was impossible to simply forget about.  He had gone through the same routine Sophi had, throwing in several futile shoulder-butts against the walls, but when it was all said and done Jeff was as able to deny his lusts as his girlfriend.  At first trying to hide his needs, Jeff had sat down and raised his knees up, holding his shaft between his thighs.  Despite his intent, the fur glancing along his shaft and head caused a shiver to erupt down his spine, and he squeezed down with his thighs.  For minutes Jeff simply sat there, panting softly, eyes closed, thighs squeezing his cock in as least-obvious a way possible.  Then, Sophi started her struggling in the other room, causing Jeff to be given an even higher, constant dose of pheromones.

	Jeff held out longer, due to his less-direct arousing, but he had teased himself too much with the fur of his inner-legs to continue much longer with just that stimulation.  Soon, he too was humping the floor, wondering who was watching him and almost stopping himself before he began to thrust across the surprisingly smooth material.  Hips gyrating, the wolf daydreamed about his girlfriend as he thrust his pre-dampened shaft along the floor.  After altering his position multiple times, and pausing due to some abrasion from several of those positions, Jeff found it as impossible to orgasm as poor Sophi, though of course he had no idea of this.

	Sophi was unable to maintain a proper grasp on how much time had passed, but she was blearily certain it had been at least two hours or more, without any real way to be sure.  The only reason she had even started to wonder how long she'd spent humping the floor was because the arousal device had been turned off, leaving her with a slowly diminishing level of arousal and an even more slowly dropping amount of frustration.  Her inner thighs were absolutely soaked, the area of the floor she had been humping was almost as wet, but at least Sophi was done producing more liquids for now.

	Jeff gasped into his cock-gag and stopped his hips' movements as the wall next to him simply rose straight up, padding seeming to oddly inflate in the gap left by the wall, at both floor and ceiling.  Neither of the wolves noticed this, considering they saw each other, and after a momentary pause drew together as quickly as possible.  Their arousals forgotten for a short time, the two wolves pushed together as close as they could, Sophi's snout underneath Jeff's, his chin rubbing down against her, trying to find some comfort in their new miniature world.

	Jeff gave his girlfriend a worried glance as she suddenly whimpered and moaned, squeezing her thighs together, him unaware that her arousal device had just been put up to a level somewhat near to how Sophi had been left, before she started to struggle.  A moment later the smell of arousal and estrus struck Jeff's flaring nostrils and it all added up to him, why he was aroused, how his girlfriend had been left, and what was causing it.  She whimpered again, louder, and wriggled her hips as she suddenly thought of ways he could help her.  Jeff provided an unyielding surface, something to thrust against, and his snout would be best of all.  She dropped onto her back and spread her thighs wide, making rather insistent gestures toward her crotch with her snout.

	Jeff didn't hesitate, thinking both as an aroused male and as one who wished to please his obviously desperately frustrated girlfriend.  Forcing his gagged snout against Sophi's cunny elicited a gasp from her and a hip-roll which was soon followed by more and more of them as she ground herself up against his face.  Her thighs wrapped around his head as she did so, and Jeff's breathing became limited to an extremely small ecosystem.  He was pushed to become as heavily aroused as his girlfriend by incredibly direct ingestion of the heat-scent of his own love, and he didn't even think about it as he started to jut his snout down into Sophi's crotch at each of her thrusts, wanting to get her off so she would help him.

	All the slipping and sliding against her sexlips, all the firm pressure against her cunny and clit, all the pleasure that was pushed through Sophi's body, and still the orgasm Sophi craved was outside of her reach.  She'd never felt this much pleasure before at once, but it was still not enough.  There was something, something she couldn't attain, and she could feel it being denied her.  Nothing could be done to help her, though, and all of it was coming together to make Jeff uncontrollable.  Sophi herself caused the next chain of events by whimpering in desperation at how Jeff wasn't actually helping her and rolling over onto her stomach.

	Jeff sat up and tried to lick his lips several times, a noticeable amount of Sophi's juices smeared onto his face, but his gag made it impossible.  Looking down at his girlfriend's crotch, though, he found what he thought might save him from going crazy.  Below the hole that was made for Sophi's tail to be pulled through her straitjacket's panties was another, similar-sized hole, that was rather well positioned--positioned to the point that Jeff, despite already having a fully formed knot, started to line up with her ass.  He was too far into the depths of frustration to really compare the sexual toys that she had tried this at home with several times with his own arousal, and with a lean forward he pinned Sophi down to the floor with his own weight.

	Sophi yipped in surprise and tried to roll over, but then widened her eyes greatly and peered over her shoulder at Jeff.  She felt a soft bump against her unprotected tail pucker and yipped at him worriedly, but she only saw glazed eyes.  She started to struggle underneath him, but this only enhanced her need more, and just before he pushed inward she resigned herself to it rather eagerly.  Push inward he did with his pre-slickened shaft, hilting himself to the knot in one firm thrust, making Sophi yelp a bit louder and bite down on her gag in discomfort.  He was damp all over from overproduction of pre-fluids caused by Sophi's own heat, but it wasn't enough for such a rash move.  Still, as he started to roll his hips, pulling halfway out of her with each thrust before delving back in, more and more lubricant was being spread throughout Sophi's ass.

	Jeff actually began slow despite his needs, months of trying to get his girlfriend off having set a pattern in him.  This lasted about four seconds though, and soon his speed and power both began to increase noticeably over time.  Within thirty seconds Sophi no longer minded, the stimulation Jeff was giving her, aided by the natural lubrication he was using, and compounded by her arousal device, all made her want him as much as he could give himself to her.  Jeff ground his damp snout against the back of Sophi's head, trying to grasp her neck with his teeth, the feeling of his knot bumping against the tight pucker at the end of each thrust making him thrust harder at the end of each movement, trying to embed himself so he could climax, and inseminate, his bitch.  He was beyond reason and was hell-bent on tying with anything he could.

	Through minute after minute of harried thrusts and Sophi unable to help but push back into them between bucking down into the floor, Jeff was stretching Sophi's pucker more and more with each impact.  It was only a matter of time, and one near-entry was the breaking point as, after pulling back, Jeff growled and pushed forcefully, meeting Sophi's upward roll, finally popping his knot into place with a triumphant groan.  Sophi gasped wordlessly and stopped her thrusting, distracted by the sudden re-appearance of physical discomfort, shivering and biting down on her gag again as Jeff's hips gave shallow, knot-tugging rolls, in preparation for orgasming.  The male wolf had never tied with a woman and not orgasmed within moments afterwards, and he was quite ready to get off.

	Five seconds passed, and then ten, and then twenty, thirty, and more.  Sophi, getting more accustomed to the tightness, tried to help her boyfriend climax by squeezing down firmly, even more so than her body was trying reflexively.  Jeff whimpered in need and desperation and literally ground his girlfriend into the floor as he gave harder mini-thrusts, pulling back to squeeze on his knot, shoving back in to give himself the little friction he could get.  Still he couldn't orgasm, and something about being trapped in this hot, tight, squeezing tailhole was worse than being unable to get enough stimulation to orgasm in the open air or against a floor.

	Apparently having reached the point that the wolves' kidnappers had intended for them, Sophi's arousal was simply set to the maximum the device could cause besides giving a direct orgasm, and it was left there for the couple to deal with.  Sophi growled and pushed hard up into Jeff's hips each time he moved down into her, pulling away from him as he did the same so that she could try to fuck the floor as best she could.  Her clit felt like it was the size of her thumb considering how hard it was throbbing along with her heartbeat, but now it wasn't getting stimulated at all again, and Sophi realized how much she missed Jeff's snout between her legs.  Now she has no chance of that, until he got soft.  Of course, he wouldn't get soft until he orgasmed or simply didn't get stimulated further for an hour or more.  It was the most frustrating experience that either of the couple had ever, or would ever feel, and they had no idea when they would be allowed to escape it.  Sophi couldn't stop her hips from moving, couldn't stop herself from squeezing down, and Jeff didn't even try anymore.

	"I wonder if they have enough thought left in them to realize that we installed orgasm-defeating chips into both of them?" one researcher asked as he wrote another small note on his clipboard after glancing from the monitor to a clock and back again to the couple on-screen.
	"They have a debriefing in 24 hours before they go back in there, so you can ask them then.  Just make sure they don't know they're going back in, or they won't answer any of your questions."
	"Yes, yes, of course."

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Copyright Glee Silverwind 2004