Fireflies-part 1 by Gearlock
Vikki is © Venessa Wynnsworth – vixen_femfur@yahoo.com
Wulfae Rouge is © Jonathan Rich – Kavalino02@aol.com
Richard Gelmore is © Damon Gearlock – gaerloch@hotmail.com
This story is for consenting adults only, who are not offended by:
N/C, torture, bondage, 

	It had been only a few days since Richard’s initiation.  His body ached in ways that made him smile.  He wondered what was next.  Was his initiation even complete? What else did the Lady of this dungeon have in store for him?  The anxious panther lay in his cot, frustrated by his expectations that taunted him.  He was instructed not to pleasure himself, and he pawed and rubbed at his own groin, wanting to release the tension that had been building since his arrival.
	A rapping of knuckles against iron startled him.  Instinctively, Richard’s hand quickly returned to his sides.  A new voice, a strong female one, shot into the room through the barred window.  “Get up!  Bathe and prepare yourself.  The Lady wishes to see your talents in use.”
   	The panther sprang from his prone position.  It was time… time to prove his worth.  He stepped over to the shower in his cell, which was basically a tile basin on the floor, centered by a drain, and a steel chain hanging from the ceiling, punctuated by a large circular ring.  He gripped the ring with his hand and gave it a hardy tug.  His fur was assaulted by the hot water that escaped the pipe overhead.  The panther washed quickly, then tugged the chain again to stop the water’s flow.  He dried himself and donned his leather shorts, and gave the steel d-rings of his permanent cuffs and anklets a quick buffing.
  	Thinking himself ready, he took a shuddering breath and approached the door.  “I am ready,” he called out into the corridor.  There was a noise of iron scraping iron within the door, and it swung open.  A fox demon, perhaps the female that commanded him earlier, stood in the corridor.  Richard entered the hall and followed the demon as it walked.  He watched her three tails as she walked, each moving with its own independent pattern.  Again, he was reminded of his initiation, and he fought internally to restrain himself from grabbing his member which throbbed in his shorts.
  	After a confusing series of twists and turns, the panther was led to a wood-and-iron door.  The fox-demon opened it, and gestured for him to walk inside.  He took a few steps in, looking around this new room.  Richard guessed that it was about ten feet wide by ten feet long, and eight feet high.  It was a cold, gray room of concrete, with a grid of grooves cut into the walls, floor and ceiling.  In several points where the grooves met were large rings on hinges.  Richard approached one of the rings, and took hold, giving it a tug.  The fox-demon entered the cell.  She held up a key. “ This key,” she uttered,” locks and unlocks the rings into any position on the grid.”
  	“Thank you,” Richard replied, taking the key.  He found a keyhole on the shaft holding one of the rings. With a turn of the key, the ring slid along the groove with little effort from the panther.  He moved it to a junction in the grooves and moved it up and down a vertical line.  He then moved the ring to the center of the wall it was on, and locked it into place.  
  	A second fox-demon, this time a male, entered the cell, carrying several neatly coiled and cinched lengths of rope.  Richard met the male at the doorway, taking the coils.  It was hemp, which is known for its roughness, but apparently, it was washed and bleached a few times, giving it an interesting softness, better than the vinyl rope that Richard usually used.  He smiled.  ‘This will be a fun experience,’ the panther thought to himself.
  
	“Why me?” Vikki puzzled, a bit of trepidation in her mumbled comment.  ”Why does she want me to test the new guy?”  She stepped seriously down the hall, fox-demon escorts ahead of and behind her.  Obviously there were plenty of eager subs in the dungeon for tasks like this.  This fact made her even more anxious as she contemplated why she, a rubberharem slave, would be commanded to engage in something so routine.  She rounded a corner to the corridor to which she was instructed to report.  Standing there at a wood-and-iron door was Wulfae, Her red latex catsuit gleaming in the dim light, an impressive contour glistening from a fresh polishing.  Vikki quickly perked up despite her mood.  She dared not let her expressions show aversion for the Lady’s latest command.  
  	“Ah, my favorite rubber vixen,” Lady Rouge murred.  “I have something interesting for you, my dear.  Rouge’s right eyebrow moved upward into a sinful curve, confirming that whatever the Mistress had in mind would be amusing… at least to Her.  ”Listen carefully, my dear,” she continued.  “ Remember this sentence: The fireflies at night dance in the meadow, making me think of home.”   
  	“Uh...Okay…” Vikki replied, confused.  
  	Lady Wulfae repeated the sentence twice more, then opened the heavy door.  Vikki followed her in and saw the tall panther in the center of the room, unraveling a coil of rope.  She gulped.  He was about two feet taller than her, with broad shoulders and a stocky build.  His body wasn’t necessarily toned but looked powerful.  He looked at Vikki, who expected an evil grin.  Richard simply gave a friendly smile, as Lady Wulfae began to explain the session to them.
  	“I have something rather fun in mind for you two… basically it will be an interrogation session.  I have given Vikki a sentence.  Vikki, you are only to utter this sentence when you are ready to give in.  And by that, I mean that you only say it when you can take no more.  Richard here does not know the sentence.  His duty is to bind you in a position that will push you to your physical and emotional limits.  He will have one hour to… break you.”  Vikki glanced over at Richard, who seemed as surprised as her by the Lady’s words.  The Lady continued, ”I will have a retainer by the door.  Simply utter the words, and your captor will confirm it with the retainer.  Of course, should you give up before the hour, you shall face consequences, Vikki.  Perhaps more of Richard’s ropework?  Who can tell… however, should you last the hour, or escape your bonds, Richard here is yours to play with.”  The little vixen smiled wildly, as the panther was now gulping.  The vixen‘s body was washed in a brief tingle at the notion of having such a tall and imposing chunk of male on top - or under her.  “Do either of you require anything else before you begin?” Wulfae mused, sensing the excitement of them both.
  	“I could use a small cushion,” Richard suggested.
  	“Twine.”  Vikki stated, looking slyly at the panther.
  	“Very well,” Wulfae said as she turned and slinked to the door.  Richard looked at Vikki…he was obviously intrigued.  The vixen simply continued to smile, as she began to bend and stretch in preparation for what would be a strenuous challenge. 
  	A few awkward minutes went by as Richard unraveled a few of the coils, a serious expression frozen on his face as he considered the position he had in mind.  A gagged skunkette entered the room, holding a three foot by three foot leather cushion.  Richard took the cushion and placed it on the floor, sliding it a few inches in different directions while looking in various directions of the room. The skunkette scampered out of the room.  Richard took a breath… time to begin, he thought.  The panther stood and turned to Vikki.
  	“Are you ready,” the panther asked?
  	The vixen hesitated, then regained her confidence. “I just hope you are,” she quipped, as she approached the cushion.
  	“Okay, uh,” he stammered.  The panther felt intimidated by her, despite her height.  “Please lay down…on your stomach.”  Vikki complied, her body tensed as she relinquished control to a stranger.  She lay upon the cushion, and took a deep breath as she tried to relax.  She stared forward, her chin resting on the cold floor, listening to the sound of her captor over her.  She could hear rope sliding through his hands.  Her body tingled again in anticipation.
  	Richard knelt at her left side, a length of rope ready in his hand.  With his other hand, he gathered her hands together behind her back in a quick and authoritative motion, but with a secure and gentle grip.  A flame of arousal rose from within her from being handled in such a way.   Her wrists were briskly wrapped in four quick coils.  With a twist, the panther cinched the coils between her wrists.  A few turns of the rope and a good tug ended the first binding in a solid knot.  Richard moved the excess aside and gave the tie a glance.  “How’s that, so far?  Too tight?,” he queried, inviting her to test it.  She moved her arms, giving the lashing a few hardy tugs.  A damn good one, she thought, though she figured she could pick at the knot.  She wiggled her fingers.  Just tight enough, without crimping any veins… this guy isn’t bad.  “It’ll work,” she granted.
  	The panther grabbed another length of rope, and started on her ankles.  Curiously enough, he didn’t bind them together.  Instead, he coiled and knotted each ankle with opposite ends of the rope.  It’s not a hogtie, Vikki guessed.  He grabbed yet another length, this one much longer, and knotted one end to the center of the rope connecting her ankles.  Richard stood, and walked in front of Vikki, to the wall ahead of her.  He threaded the rope through the ring set in the center, and began pulling it.  The slack in the rope decreased, until Vikki felt a slight pull on her ankles.  Richard looped the rope into a loose knot on the ring to hold it in place.
  	Richard returned to the vixen, and took hold of the excess rope from her wrist tie.  He ran it back between her legs, under the ankle tie, and walked it to the wall behind her.  There awaited another ring, through which he ran this rope.  He paused, speaking with an arrogant tone: ”Ready to give up?”
  	“You’ve got to be kidding!”  She quivered inside with anticipation.
  	“Very well.” He said, and began pulling the rope further through the ring.  Within a few strokes, the slack was gone.  Vikki felt a sudden jerk at her wrists.  Instantly, her arms straightened.  She held back a small ’yip’ as the tension pulling her arms suddenly increased. Her chin lifted from the concrete as her shoulders hoisted her head upward.  
  	The pulling stopped.  Richard secured the rope and walked across the room to the other ring.  He undid the loose knot of the front rope.  The pulling began from here, this time.  Now there was a tug at Vikki’s ankles, and soon her knees left the ground. This is a hogtie, Vikki realized… a nasty one.  It occurred to her that it could be adjusted at any time.  She also realized that it was simple tie, focused only on her limbs.  This meant a great deal of tension centered on them.  It was clear that this new guy knew what he was doing.
  	Richard stopped and knotted the rope again, her ankles hovering over her back like twin scorpion tails.  “Feel like talking?” he asked.
  	Vikki’s breath became shallow as she answered defiantly, “You wish!”  The muscles in her arms were already complaining.  She began to breathe feverishly as she tried to ignore them.  The panther humphed and walked back to the rope behind her, and began taking up more of the rope for her wrists.  Her chest was now off the ground.  Her breathing became louder and more urgent.  The knot, she remembered… the knot at her wrists!  She went to work, closing her eyes to concentrate as her fingers began to feel out the path of the rope through the knot.  She held her breath for short periods, putting every thing she could into untying the knot.  Her fingers searched and felt, like hungry snakes, they danced around hoping for an advantage.  For thirty seconds she did nothing but struggle, holding her breath save the occasional grunt or whimper.   The pain in her joints and muscles become more and more intense as she struggled.  She went limp as she gasped for new air, taking small breaks in between efforts.  She became aware that she was wet now, seeping shiny black syrup, and wondered if her captor had noticed.  She secretly hoped he would, and that he might slide a warm finger or two inside her.  She wondered if he was able to move in from behind and thrust his member into her, pounding her rubber-lined anus while she squirmed in futile defiance in her bonds.  Her imagination and struggling were practically maddening.  Her rubber-coated clitoris throbbed as it demanded attention.
  	Richard stood and watched her convulsing and fidgeting, and smiled.  She is losing it, he thought.  It is only a matter of time.  He waited for her to relax again, and decided to increase the tension.  Vikki felt a rush of panic as there was more pulling at her wrists.  Again, he tied the rope off and walked forward to do the same on the other. He’s going to fold me in half, she thought her eyes widening.  She watched as he pulled, and she felt her knuckles brush past her knees.  The vixen’s ankles were now over the middle of her back.   She felt and heard her back pop in a few places, and this horrified her.  She didn’t even think about her back.  The muscles there were already starting to ache. She was also feeling the strain of her abdominal muscles being stretched to their limit.  The pulling stopped again.  She watched Richard tie the rope again.  
  	This was it… any further and she would go mad.  She couldn’t give up, though. Again, she tried her hands.  This time, they were pressed together by her knees.  Her fingers could no longer reach the knot!  A feeling of doom came over her.  Now, everything just hurts.  Struggling hurts.  Staying still hurts.   She had nothing left.  It was time to speak the sentence.
  	“The fireflies...” she began.  The panther stared, wide-eyed and expectant.  “The fireflies…”  Total horror enveloped her.  I forgot, she exclaimed internally.  Her mind scrambled like a panicked secretary, trying to rebuild the sentence.  Nothing!  It’s gone she thought.  The pain was even more intense now.  And through it all, she was even more aroused. He was standing over her, his leather-bound crotch near her face.  Why doesn’t he just use me?  I can tell he’s aroused by watching me.  Why does he just stand there?  Tears began to well up in her eyes.  There was nothing left to do but sob.  She had lost…
TO BE CONTINUED