Fireflies- Part 2 Richard Gelmore is © Damon Gearlock Vikki is © Vanessa Wynnsworth Wulfae Rouge is © Jonathan Rich This story is © Damon Gearlock This story is for adults 18 and up This story contains extreme bondage, torture, cbt, domination, latex, and consenting adults having sex! ______________________________________________________________________ A satisfied grin stretched across Richard’s maw as he stared at Vikki. Trussed up beyond her flexibility, she trembled and wept. Her black rubber-coated body glistened as it sweated pearls of black liquid. The silver vixen whined as she gritted her teeth and clenched her eyes shut. Her breath was shallow, interrupted by her sobbing. When she gained the random moment of clarity, she tried to remember the sentence Wulfae gave her. A word or two would emerge to dance at the edge of her memory, only to be forced away as the pain made its way back to the forefront of her mind. The vixen yelled through her teeth as her frustration got the best of her. The iron works within the cell door surprised Richard as the heavy internal lock opened. The sturdy oak and metal swung on its hinges. There in the doorway was Wulfae Rouge, still in her beautiful red and black latex. Her vixen fur was like a ruddy fire erupting from places not coated in a skin-tight sheen. She walked in with her top half balanced and steady while her hips swayed slowly in a graceful strut. As she came to a stop before Richard, she spoke,” Time’s up, my lovelies! How did you both do?” The panther was about to boast when something occurred to him… something that caused his eyes to widen: Vikki never actually confessed! It was obvious by her body language that she had relented, but Richard still had no sentence to offer Lady Rouge. “ She is broken, m’lady,” the panther replied nervously. “ She did say a word…” “ A word?,” the Lady perked. “ Yes. Fireflies,” he said with a hopeful smile. “ Interesting. She almost gave in,” the vixen said, slyly grinning as she looked down her raised snout at him, playfully declaring the winner in her own subtle way. The panther knew what she meant, and his heart sank. Despite his efforts, he had failed. He began to worry… his first test a failure. What sort of punishment would come of this, he wondered. He thought again of his initiation, and shivered at the possibility of being chained to the floor again, waiting to be used. “ Pay attention!,” The Lady Rouge barked, snapping Richard back to the moment. She had a finger curled around the D-ring on his collar, and had given him a quick jerk to reassert her place in his attentions. “ Your mind wanders too far into places that you might not even be going, kitten. So much stress…,” she caressed his tensed face, and he relaxed a bit under her touch, ” You did well, my pet. Listen to her sob, look at her twitch and squirm as she tries desperately to find comfort. She must be delirious with pain and frustration… so delicious!” The Lady snaps her fingers, and two furs walk in… two lop-eared rabbit femmes coated in black latex similar to Vikki. The are tall, though, both having a strong and toned build. They stand in the room, side by side and in perfect posture, awaiting the Vixen’s commands. “ Untie poor Vikki, please,” Rouge ordered. The rabbits stepped quickly to opposite ends, starting with the ropes attached to the rings. Wulfae released her hold on Richard’s collar. He knelt and took hold of the rope connecting her ankles. The rabbit in front of her had loosened the rope connected to it, and the panther lowered Vikki’s legs slowly and carefully. The intense pain of her stretched thigh muscles dulled into a throbbing ache as the tension holding her disappeared. Richard leaned over her and gripped her shoulders as the rope pulling at her arms became slack. Gently, he lowered her. Her tear-stained cheek rested on the floor, and she moaned in relief as the strain on her back and stomach began to melt away . The panther untied her wrists, and helped move her stiff arms to her side. Vikki lay on the cushion in a heap. She did not want to move, instead she remained limp and moaned as she recognized the pains that lingered. Richard massaged her back and shoulders. Her moans sounded happier as he kneaded the stiff muscles. She was still tremendously aroused, and his warm hands on her coated skin made her wish she could move. She was ready to yiff his brains out! The rabbits had gathered the coils of rope and were again standing at attention. Wulfae wanted to move things along, but was admiring the chemistry between Richard and her vixen rubberslave. “ You two seem to enjoy playing together. The second half of the test should be even more fun!,” she said. Richard’s ears flicked in interest, as did Vikki’s. “ Yes, my lovelies, there’s more! Richard here is obviously good with binding someone, and he also fancies himself an escape artist. Ilsa and Ima here list rope work among their talents as well. They are also telepathic, and are known for binding a fur exactly as imagined by their master or mistress. You shall have command over these two rabbits, Vikki, to bind Richard in any position imaginable. This will give you a chance to recover. And feel free to come up with a harsh one. Richard is a feline, after all.” Richard looked down and gulped audibly as he noticed Vikki getting up, an evil, predatory grin on her visage. The vixen stands, arching her back into a beautiful shape as she stretches The latex coating on her body makes her contour even more sensuous. As she continues, her smile softens into a content one, knowing that the panther is staring in amazement at her yiffable form. Wulfae continued,” Now, of course you will have an hour to escape, Richard. If you do, you will be granted the relief you have been seeking since your arrival. Vikki shall spend twenty-four hours pleasing you in any way you wish”. Richard and Vikki looked at each other eagerly. “ However if you fail this time, You shall spend twenty-four hours sealed into a special wall in the recreation room for the fox-demons, your ass positioned at just the right height,”. Her voice trailed at the end, almost singing. Richard gulped again. Wulfae walked toward the exit, then stopped. “One more thing…,” she raised a hand which held a roll of white twine. “ I believe you requested this earlier, Vikki,”. She tossed the twine to the silver vixen, who chuckled mischievously. As the Lady slammed the heavy door behind her, Vikki looked around the room. She kicked the cushion away from the center of the room and pointed to the floor in the spot where it had been, and strutted towards a wall. She spun around and leaned back, her eyes up and to her right as she contorted the panther in several positions in her mind’s eye. Richard was startled by the rabbits as they each grabbed one of his arms and wrenched it into an effective hold. He was led to the center of the room. He looked forward to notice he was aligned with one of the rings. He assumed the another was directly behind him. He wondered if she intended to bind him in the same way she was. After a few moments of mulling over predicaments, she looked at Richard, chuckling again. “ Lose the shorts, catboy!,” she commanded. Before he could reach down, two pairs of hands grabbed the leather, “pantsing” him instantly. He watched his only apparel fly toward a corner as a rabbit tossed it away. They put a hand on each shoulder, coercing him to his knees. The two servants began to work. His arms were gruffly put behind him. The four capable hands were efficient, binding his elbows behind him. They weren’t together, but close enough to limit his movements. One of them moved on to his wrists. They paused for a moment and looked to the vixen. She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head slightly. Richard wondered if they had a problem with one of her requests. A look came across Vikki’s face that seemed to threaten them, and they returned to the task.. Richard felt his wrists being looped and cinched. He balled his hands into fists as he was being lashed… a subtle technique for escaping he hoped would go unnoticed. The rabbits continued, unaware. They looped a short length of rope to the rings in his ankle cuffs, similar to the way Richard tied Vikki’s ankles. They then doubled up a couple of lengths of rope and laid them out, apparently to use them later. The rabbits then whirled around him in a quick, coordinated movement. They were now both in front of him. One was on her hands and knees, while the other stood over her in a wide straddling stance. The lower one moved a hand forward, under his groin and between his thighs. She hooked her arm up behind him and grabbed the knot binding his wrists, and began to pull back. As Richard felt his hands being pulled back under him, The standing rabbit took an imposing step forward. Her latex-covered mound pressed against his nose. The panther inhaled, almost becoming intoxicated by the mixture of the rubber and the servant’s apparent arousal emanating from her nearby sex. It was an impressive maneuver, as the upper rabbit pushed and the lower one pulled. Richard quickly found himself arched to an extreme, his wrists level with his knees. The rabbit above now straddled his chest briefly, then slid down until the cleft oh her rear pressed on his neck, with her latex-infused sex resting on his chin. Her full weight wasn’t on him, but she balanced herself there, pinning him in the compromising position. The other one quickly tied rope to the binding between his wrists and leapt to her feet. She ran the hemp cord through the ring and pulled it taut, the tension creating a straight line as the slack was taken. She knotted the line and bounded across the room and tied another rope to the ankle tie. Within seconds he felt the tug of his ankle bindings as they were secured to the other ring. He felt the top of his head touch the ground. He looked to either side and saw his own feet only inches away. His back was gripped with pain as the arch was almost too much, even for his feline physique. He was in a tie just like the one he did, only inverted… and with much more tension! One of the bunnies was still on top of him as the other continued binding. He felt ropes drawn across his chest and secured to his ankles, then more rope binding the rings on his wrist cuffs to his knees. It wasn’t long before he felt like every muscle in his body was being strained. The rabbit hopped off of his chin, and the two of them stood at attention once again, as though awaiting inspection. Richard started his escape attempt immediately, testing the bonds. The panther found he could barely struggle. His fingers and toes were the only thing left to move. The bondage created an unbearable tension on the rest of him. Richard shuddered. He knew he was now out of his league. There was no escaping such a tie. He also knew that he still had most of an hour to be bound, as the bunnies had worked quickly. He had no password, no sentence to surrender with, either. Each movement, no matter how minimal, resulted in further tension and pain. There was nothing left now, except to suffer for the rest of the session, and face his punishment. He imagined himself in the wall, a line of demons having their way; again his member throbbed at the feeling of inevitable defeat and torture. Vikki saw the panther’s organ rising, and moved forward, at a smooth stalking pace. She licked her lips as it achieved a seemingly impossible angle. He must have gone weeks without release, she figured. The vixen looked over to the rabbits, and dismissed them with a thought. As soon as they left, she lowered to her knees and brought her face closer to the throbbing piece. She cupped his package with a gentle hand, and felt it, swollen with unreleased energy and seed. Richard felt her smooth rubber fingers on him and gasped as a feeling of pleasure made its way through the pain. The sensation changed everything, as the pain was transferred into erotic sensation. The vixen ran a hungry tongue up the underside of his shaft. He growled as his member was awash in a warm wetness he could only imagine since his arrival. Her mouth closed around it engulfing him in the grip of her accommodating jowls. He let out a yell, and his eyes widened. Already he could feel a climax building, and he moaned loudly, his passion echoing through the cell. She moved her mouth on him, in slow, torturous strokes. The pain in his body was now one with the stimulation, and Richard writhed as best he could, intensifying the sensations. The vixen continued her motions, increasing the speed. He filled her mouth, she thought… an almost perfect fit. Her sex began to dampen, wanting this rigid organ inside her. She resisted however, as there was still fun to be had. She took her mouth away, and he cried out in protest. He was so close to orgasm. Perfect, she thought, and began unwinding some twine, biting it free of the roll after gathering a satisfactory length. Richard panted now, confused and flustered. He wondered why she stopped. He was forgetting about his situation. He felt Vikki’s hands on him again and sighed. Then he felt a quick jerk of something tightening around the base of his penis. She handled his package, and now there was a tightness around his sac. He remembered the twine, and began to moan as his organ was snugly lashed in the small cord. He felt his flesh pulsing against it. After a few loops and knots up the shaft she tied a knot just under the head, with a couple of feet of excess leading from it. She stood, holding the excess twine like a leash, lightly tugging on the wrapped organ. He yelped as she tugged, and his excitement caused it to throb even more. It was now bigger and harder than ever, and it turned a deep red, almost a purple as the rushing blood became trapped in the bound unit. Vikki licked her lips. She touched herself, and found she was soaked from the sight of this powerful cat at her mercy. Richard suddenly felt weight on his bowed abdomen. He moved his head up to see Vikki’s luscious rear wiggling, her beautiful tail swaying over him. The silver vixen sat atop her victim, with a posture of victory… a sensuous queen on her living throne. She tugged on the twine lead, and he yelled through clenched teeth as the jerks sent jolts of erotic pain through him. She tugged again and held it taut this time. He moaned continually now as pleasure and pain danced through his mind. “Oh, be quiet!,” she demanded. Then she carefully slid down his chest. Her feet touched down at his sides, and she continued to descend. He lifted his head to see her bottom a few inches away and coming closer. She moved her hips, and Richard now noticed Vikki’s rubber-coated rose hovering over his mouth. “This should stifle you for a while!,” she added. She pressed her wetness upon his lips. Immediately he opened his mouth and began lapping on her. His nostrils were flooded by the scent of her arousal, and licked her mound feverishly. The vixen murred passionately as his tongue played upon her. His oral tribute was amazing, finding and hitting on her clitoris, as well as other hotspots in her sex as though well trained and constantly practiced. Vikki found the fire burning within her and focused on it, emptying her mind of everything except the sensations on her mound. She was grinding into his maw as he continued to lick her. The silver vixen let out a rough, guttural moan as she rocked her hips on his face. Bolts of excitement struck her as his rough tongue rubbed her pink pearl with ideal pressure. The flames of her arousal grew higher, her sensitivity growing exponentially. She snapped her head back and yelled as a crescendo to her joy, and her sex exploded with the sensations of her climax. Her body jerked and quivered, convulsing as he continued to tongue the vixen. Vikki stood, wobbling on knees weakened by the experience. She turned and crashed to her knees, and brought her face close to his. She kissed him deeply, with a feral growl in her throat. He met her with the same fervor. His situation had driven him into an atavistic passion now. Vikki could sense the energy welling within him , the rage mounting. This would be the perfect time to release him. She moved to his knees and began looking and fidgeting with the knots. She found what she was looking for: she requested that the knot between his wrists be tied so that it might be undone with a single pull. She grabbed the loose end and pulled. Richard felt The binding on his wrists change somehow. He had slack... not much, but enough to work with. He began his struggle again, ignoring the pain that resulted. The silver vixen moved to his crotch and began untying the twine as the panther continued to work.. His member continued to throb after the binding slipped away. Richard felt one of his hands pull free of the loops that bound it, and snarled as he started to loosen the other. The knot binding his elbows must not have been a good one, since the loops there began to loosen with his movements. As the escape commenced, Vikki positioned herself in front of his legs, on her hands and knees. Reaching back, she slid a finger into her wet rose and moaned a statement as she played with herself, ”I’m here, Richard… waiting for you. Mnnnn… come to me .” His hands were free of their binding now, and the ropes on his elbows fell away as he pulled and twisted. The only thing holding him in the cruel arch now was the rope across his abdomen. After a great deal of squirming and twisting, the ropes slip over his chest, then onto his neck. He coughed a few times as it pulled against his throat, but it granted him more movement. After more effort the ropes moved up along his jaw, then slipped passed his chin. The tension of the arc sprang his head and torso upward. He found himself upright on his knees for a fleeting moment before falling forward. His arms now free and out from under him he thrust them forward into the ground. His open palms impacted into the ground on either side of the vixen. She froze, as she was sure the panther would collapse on top of her. He had caught himself, though, and was now over her submissive form, heaving with a low growl under his breath. The vixen trembled, frightened and excited by his sudden approach. She noticed how much he dwarfed her in size as his form hovered over hers. Richard was no longer a thinking creature, but a caged beast now released before his prey. He moved quickly. His bared teeth clamped onto her shoulder, taking a firm hold at the base of her neck, though not piercing her flesh. She yelped and closed her eyes tightly. He thrust his hips forward, and the vixen’s sex was filled in a single thrust with his throbbing member. She let out a cry as her insides stretched to accept his size. Her muscles gripped his pulsing girth, and the panther moaned gruffly with ecstasy. His jaws remained locked on her neck, biting down slightly as he began to move his cock inside her. She was also sounding her enjoyment in feral tones. She moved her hips under him, rocking her posterior to meet with his movements. His pace quickened, hilting into her with each powerful thrust He pounded her with his groin, and she expressed her satisfaction by tightening her muscles. He opened his jaws and he straightened his back. He let out a roar that bounced around the room. His thrusts were harder and faster with each passing moment. He was like a machine, she thought as another climax raged forward. She screamed through her teeth as it rolled across her body and mind. Her muscles were unbelievably tight on him. Richard’s aching groin surged with sensation as his own climax rushed forward. The release he longed for thundered through him like a stampede of wild horses. He withdrew from her tight warmth just as he exploded. A deafening yell escaped him as his seed escaped across her rear and her back. The hot fluid was so white against her shiny second skin. The panther’s head grew numb. His eyes rolled back into his head and he fell onto his side with an exhausted thud. He lay there half-conscious, panting. She was also heaving, and she murred, a contented moan as part of a protracted exhalation. She crawled to him and collapsed on her side, facing him. Vikki threw an arm around him and leaned in. They lay together in a tired, sweaty embrace. The two furs were startled by the opening of the cell door. In walked the Lady Rouge. She made a rather exaggerated clearing of her throat as she glared at them with a smirk. She folded her arms and said, “Well, now! I guess Richard is as talented as we had hoped… assuming he got out by himself.” Vikki heard the subtle suspicion in Wulfae’s tone and stammered, “ Heh… Uh, yeah! The Guy has good hands…” “Obviously.,” the Vixen observed, coldly. “Well, congratulations, kitten. It would seem that you have won a day and a night with one of the dungeon’s best rubberslaves… though it seems you have already claimed your prize. The panther chuckled nervously. “ A special cell has been prepared for you both. Come with me.” Vikki and Richard arose and followed the Mistress to the doorway. They looked at each other, both looking forward to the next twenty four hours.