Contains CNC, Breath play
my Rating: soft
Chapter 1
Her fire red hair let every head turn, men and women. Everyone had to look twice to be sure. Her natural beauty and demeanor has open her many doors. But she was bored, bored of the ever same vanilla taste of her life. She is strolling aimlessly through the dusk, every day, on the search for the spice which fill make her enjoy the food of life again. A scream, no more a roar let her startle, so pure, so full of anger that it touches her soul. The roar echoes off unheard of the world. As she looks up a rain of sheets of paper glide down, swirled by the wind cutting through the city. Curious she picks up a sheet and as she read the first sentence her cheeks blush. Lost in thought she crumbles the paper in her hand holding tight to her heart. She wakes up from her stupor as the exiting thought in her subsides. But she has to read it again, further, the whole page. Greedy for more she picks up the scattered around papers and hauls her loot home like a thief in the night. Devouring line by line and page by page until sunrise. After the third time the words loose some power over her but this only let her crave more, new words which will engulf her in more bliss. As her exhaustion subsides her craving becomes unbearable. Stalking out the scene of the godly intervention, she can make out the sound of a typewriter in the upper apartment. Every click a taunt, a new letter she can not read. The clacking a melody echoing in the hallway sung by sirens luring her in. Then it stopped and the apartment door opens, a man steps out average in his appearance. Nobody would guess his mind is able to form words to a captivating spell. He glances over her and with a almost silent "Hello!" he passes by. No second look, lost in his thoughts. Her heart bouncing up her throat and she was only able to push out a "Hi" under great effort not to let her voice tremble. This is her chance, she takes a deep breach and turns the door knob.
Chapter 2
The smell of nicotine and alcohol let her gulp hard. But there is something under it, a subtle scent dark and heavy. She takes a step closer to the desk. a sheet of paper in the typewriter half full and a stack beside, turned upside down. After she read the first line, she grins. This is the place where the miry ether materialize in this world. with a sigh she leans back in the seat. The thick musk sent constricts her breath and let the back of her head tingle. Thirsty for more she reads page after page and forgotten is time and space around her. Just the moment counts, just the next word. She don't notice him coming back and sneak up on the intruder of his thoughts. His hands close around her throat and he hiss in her ear "You are not supposed to read that". The iron grip trapped her no matter how deep she sunk her claws in his arms. And she was only be able to stutter "I ... but ... so wonderf..." before she passed out. Her hands lost the grip around his and glide down together with the sheet of paper she just read. She wakes up with a shake drive through her body and needs a second to grasp where she is and what happen. Her arms bound on her back, laying on the bed her legs spread and bound to each corner. And again and again the clacking of the typewriter hammering in her head in which situation she is in. She takes a deep breath and clears her throat "Hello?! I would like to go home now." is everything she can come up with. Nothing straight away ignored, only the constant clacking. She try a bit louder "Hello?!".
The clacking stops, a felt like eternity later a sigh. She demands "Untie me now!". He gets up and comes closer with a sympathetic but stern facial expression "I know, but i need you for a little bit longer, be quiet, so i can finish my work". She cant believe her ears, how dare he enact so casually over her. With a firm "No, i want to go now." she put every weight in that she can muster. With a soft smile he pushes a pillow on her head "than it is nap time for you again" she hear him say. With her head shaking form side to side she fights back as good as she can but every effort only draw more of her valuable air. The night is fallen as she wakes up again with a sharp inhale, dizzy she need a another second to remember. And again the tacking of the typewriter. "That was not nice, how long will you keep me here?" she whispers in awe. The typing stops again. And with a growl he yanks the paper out crumbles it and throws it to the growing pile near the overflowing paper bin. He comes closer the pillow already in his hand. She only whimpers and a silent "No, please don't" are form on her trembling lips. He reaches under her dress, grabs her panty and rips it off in one swift motion. He rolls it to a ball and forces it in her mouth "maybe this will help you to remember". Limitless shame raises in her as she taste her own juices. Pudency and fear keep her stunned as he goes back to the desk. The endless staccato hammers in her mind, her thoughts wander back to her curiosity what he is writing. She wants to know more then ever after the ordeal she has gone through, she has earned to know, she thinks.||
Chapter 3
A knock on the door breaks the mind grueling clacking "Its me Cloe" a female voice announces herself. A groaning "Come in" is the response of him. A blonde woman in a business attire enters with bobbing stride. She steps behind him and massages his shoulders "How it's going, do you made some progress?". Only a growl as answer. She reads the sheet in the typewriter silently, her lips moving and breath in his ear. "Not bad" Cloe says and turns back to massage him. He rips the sheet out and tosses the crumbled up paper to the other. Cloe "Why did you do that? it was good.". He responds "But you did not get wet, did you?" and he puts a new sheet in and begins all over. Cloe sighs and her eyes fall on the stack "Wow, looks like you almost done". As she reach out to take a sheet, he slams his hand on the stack "Yeah, i got some help" and gestures with his thumb in the Foxes direction. Cloe looks at the Fox, her eyes grow wide and she blinks a few times "Oh Really? Again?". He shrugs "But she likes it this way" and turns back to typing. Cloe walks to the Fox her hip swaying and with a wide grin on her face. She sits down on the bed. She play with the Fox hair, probing if it is natural. In the Fox smolders hope for her rescue. Cloe taps on the Foxes nose "Looks like a nosy Fox could help himself..." her finger slides down over her lips and along her chin "... and wanted in the chicken coop for a snack ..." over her throat and sown her chest "... and got all tangled up now". Cloe's index and middle finger marching playfully over the Foxes belly further down.
She bends down to the fox "Be a good muse for him and i will reward you personally". Cloe's lips only a inch away from the foxes lips. Cloe's finger slide over her pubic mound and down to her fold. With gentle pressure circling around her bud. Too slow to ever reach relieve, just a tease to the Foxes desire. The Fox looks to Cloe and the door, back and forth in a last ditch effort to escape. Cloe moans while stimulating her "Oh, i think she wants to say something". He tosses the pillow to Cloe "Here, then use this". The Fox squint her eyes and let go her hope. This will be her new life from now. A plaything for this strange couple. Cloe lifts her fingers and demonstratively licks them with relish. She stands up with a moan as if separating from the fox gives her pain "Uuh, i have to say good bye for now but i know you in good hands". She walks over to him, let her fingers glide through his hair and gives him a kiss on the neck "See you tomorrow stud" and she left.
Chapter 4
The clacking of the typewriter becomes her torture, every clack a hit, a painful reminder of her unfulfilled growing desires. With her mind racing in circles she try to compress her thighs together but the ropes hold her in place. Suddenly the staccato ends, he puts a auspicious sheet on the stack. And with a sigh of relief walks to the fox. With one hand on her breast and the other between her legs he rests on her exhausted. Playing with her before he falls asleep. Desperate for salvation she grinds on his hand but to no avail, she only get more frustrated, to finally give up and closes her eyes. Her sleep interrupted by every twitch of his fingers inside her. Her envy grows, why his so tireless typing fingers are now resting? The fretful night is slowly lifting as the dawn announces itself. With a big yawn he wakes up. But not only was the yawn big. He casually open his pants "You was a big help little fox, i don't know if i would have make it without your help" with a smack on her pussy he probes the water. Still wet and ready to serve himself. Her squirming body ripe to take. He slips into her, his weight is pinning her down. Using her like a tool for his satisfaction, ravaging her for his physical needs. Every thrust a tremor in her core. Too long her desire has simmered to be suppressed any more.
Chapter 5
The fox don't hear the knock. Cloe is back, watching the heaving entangled mess "So? are you done?". He grunts "Almost there". And Cloe giggles "No, i meant the book". Her greedy eyes on the stack of paper orderly layered beside the typewriter. She takes a small step, and another one. Unable to hold back her curiosity "Is this it?" she points to the stack. He roars "Don't you dare to touch it , or i hang you on your ankles upside down and whip your ass to a pulp". Cloe smirks "Oh really? Is this a promise?" another step towards the stack. He speeds up, torn between his urge to release and to protect his work, barking "make me cum already!". The fox can do nothing, she is knocked over by the first wave of her climax, a endless ocean gush over her in torrential surges. Cloe takes another step. He bites the foxes neck and make her body clench around him. Cloe extends her arm. He pumps his seed deep in the foxes pussy, his cock is flexing by every effusion. Cloe touches the manuscript. He pulls out, his cock still contracting and his last gush shoots over the foxes body. At the last moment he pins Cloes hand on the stack "No, bad publisher, bad!". A short blush runs over her face, then her eyes wander down to his crotch, still hard, a mixture of cum and juices dripping from the tip. She sighs and turns her attention to the fox "Well, i think it is time for your reward" and strides to the bed. "No it is too early, i need some rest" thinks the fox but can only whimper.
Cloe crawls between her legs and begins the pleasurable torture. Her tongue digging deep, determined to left nothing behind, slurping and sucking. As the spring dries out she let her tongue slide over the foxed swollen bud. It was too early and too much sensation. The fox throws a tantrum, her whole body spasm. A unruly scream escapes the foxes throat, only muffled from her stuffed in panty. Squeezing out more of the seed. Cloe is satisfied with her work digging again for more. Her arms wrapped around the foxes legs, holding her trembling body in place. Cloe looks up to him "you both make a tasty couple". His cock flexes by her remark and he puts a collar around the foxes neck. Cloe "Do you think you tamed her?". He shrugs "We will see", he holds the foxes flailing head to focus her on him "If i set you free, will you behave?" he ask. The fox hears his words in her hazed mind, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy "Yes!" she screams in the gag. "Yes, but make it stop, please, just for a second." she thinks. Cloe slows down but every lick sends shivers up the foxes spine. The first sun rays hit the foxes skin, spending her warmth. He takes the gag out her mouth, a unrecognizable rag, soaked in her saliva "We don't need this any more, don't we?". The fox fox smiles in bliss "No Sir! I will be a good pet". And relaxes with a sigh at the first time since her capture, only accompanied by a occasional and involuntary shaking, every time Cloes tongue strokes over her clit. Heaving and out of breath her glazed eyes find the manuscript "C-can i read it n-now?", He laughs "I have a much better idea, i will read it to you" ...