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When He Cannot Provide (Esmeraldine x Deante)

Esmeraldine

Esmeraldine

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Nov 19, 2017
Jennifer sighed as her heels clacked their way toward her car, which sat at the dark end of the parking lot. The squirrel woman in her mid 20s worked as a company accountant, long hours keeping her away from her fantastic husband, and the stress of the job starting to get to her. She just needed some excitement in her life, and in her free time, she would read some rather saucy, dark erotic stories. Whether at lunch or while her husband slept, she couldn't get enough of that fantasy of some dark, powerful man taking her and doing with her as he pleased.

By this point, she had tried everything to get him to step up. From watching tutorials on how to perform sexy dances for him, to buying herself as sexy lingerie as she could, nothing seemed to make his animalistic instinct awaken. The other night, she had even left one of her books right on his side of the bed, wide open to a passage that described exactly how she wanted to be used. Taken, degraded, and abused to the fullest extent, she just needed some hot, hard sex from him. But he still didn't seem to take the hint, and now... poor Jennifer couldn't think of anything else she could possibly do.

The woman wore her work outfit, a semi-pleated grey skirt that covered a good portion of her thighs, as well as a darker button up suit-jacket, with her long, brown hair tied up into a tight bun. As she went to unlock her car, she found that it was already open, oddly enough. "Huh? That's weird... pretty sure I've never left it open..." she wondered to herself aloud, but all the stress must have gotten to her. So she disregarded it as she slipped into the driver's seat and shut the door.
 
When Jennifer slid the key into the ignition and looked up, she realized the rear view mirror was askew. It didn't angle to let her seee straight back through the window, and really fairly useless. Not a problem, the cars around her had cleared. A glance over her shoulder and she pulled back.

The squirrel had only just turned back towards the road ahead when a faint rustle, a light creak of the back seat, was her only warning. Then fingers sank into the bun of her hair, clutching tight, pulling her head back. Another hand cupped her throat, and the points of claws delicately tapped her neck, making their presence known. By holding her hair, she couldn't tilt her head to look back, and the angle forced her to stare at the ceiling. Sucking in breaths quickly, Jennifer realized the car had the subtle scent of Neutra-Scent. Meant to blunt strong musks like skunk, or to reduce harsher smells for canine noses. She coudln't tell what species he was.

"If you do everything I tell you, you will be safe." The voice was calm yet firm, stating simple facts. "If you try to get help, fight back, or run, I will hurt you, then do what I want anyways. Do you understand?" Tapping her jaw with a thumb, he said, "Repeat what I said."
 
"Hm?" Another odd thing. It wasn't like her to leave things out of place, not at all. As she reached to shift it, it wouldn't budge. "Ugh... stupid thing..." she groaned. If there was one thing her husband was good for, it was to fix this stupid thing. He had the strength but not the will. It didn't matter though, it was late and there wouldn't be all that many people around anyway, so a quick look over her shoulder made her life just fine.

As she started to give the car a bit of gas, she only just heard that creak, though it wasn't something she had the luxury of looking at the moment. Yet when she suddenly felt her head tugged back into place, her eyes went wide, and before she could react further, she could feel that pressure on her throat. "A-ahn…" she chittered lowly, almost a gasp than anything else, and she quickly hit the brake.

The squirrel woman tried to turn her head, but her assailant was too strong, and she didn't have any angle to do so. Not to mention his threat overcoming her. Jennifer didn't say anything but bit her lip with her large frontal teeth a bit and gave as much of a nod as she could, given the situation. At his request, she slowly opened her mouth to utter, "I... I'll do everything you say..." Okay so it wasn't exactly what he said but she was repeating the gist of it. "I... no, I won't... please... don't hurt me..." As scary as it was, it had her blood pumping. And it had her getting hotter and hotter between her legs...
 
"I won't, as long as you do what I tell you." There was a slow breath as the fingers started to ease out of her hair, but they dug in once more and he added, "Don't look at me." Then he let her bun go.. "You have to trust me. You don't have any reason to, so I'm going to trust you first." The hand on her throat eased back to simply rest on her shoulder. "Drive out of the parking lot."

As she approached the parking lot's exit, he said, "Turn left." Not her usual way. The stranger's directions took her away from home. At every stop light and sign he tensed, but said nothing, worried that she would wave at people. Jump out of the car. Crash them into a telephone pole. He had to trust her first, after all.

If Jennifer followed his directions, it lead her out of the city, areas more sparse of peple, stretches of trees and medians longer, until eventually she came to a lonely side road. Up ahead was an SUV parked on the shoulder, too dark to really tell what color it was. "Stop there." The hand on her shoulder squeezed, reminding her of its presence, one finger creeping closer to her neck, but he didn't snatch her just yet. "Turn the car off. Hand me the keys. You'll get them back when this is over."
 
Jennifer tensed up for the moment, for though this was the start to one of her various steamy dream novels, this was real life. What were the odds of this creep she clearly didn't know intending to do that the story said, rather than just kidnap her and leave her body somewhere? Should she fight him? It didn't seem like he had a weapon... but then again, she didn't exactly have much room to fight at all. And his hand was already around her throat so... "O-okay..." she said with a tremble in her voice, her fears causing the heat to subside, at least for now.

It allowed her to be a bit more at ease when he let go of the vital control areas, giving her the freedom to resist if she so chose. But maybe she was just curious enough to follow his instructions and see where it went. So as he ordered her to turn left, away from home, she did so, and off they went. Frankly, she was unfamiliar with this part of town, having never really had a reason to come this way. It was late anyway, so there were few, if any, people on the streets. Maybe a drunkard outside of a bar but that wouldn't have been much help.

Continuing to follow his instructions, she started to get nervous again as the lights of the city faded behind her, and only the dark lonely roads and forests lay ahead. Was this a mistake? Was she going to die tonight? Biting her lip, her foot quivered as he commanded her unto a remote side road. Oh god... he's going to kill me... why did I do what he wanted!? she thought to herself with a very audible gulp, only to be ordered to stop right next to the SUV.

With wide eyes, she sat there in silence, suddenly trembling from head to toe as she didn't follow the final orders. "W-what do you want?" she finally gathered enough courage to ask, though the squeeze of her shoulder kept her still.
 
With a hand on her shoulder, he could feel the tension creeping in under his fingers, so he knew when she started to shake. When she idn't give him the keys, she was not punished, instead Jennifer got a reply. The stranger's voice remained that steady calm, but there was both reassurance...and heat in it.

What did he want with her? "To fuck you. I'm going to tie you down and use every one of your holes. When I've fucked you so hard you're leaking cum from every place imaginable and can't walk straight, then I'll let you go. Now give me the keys."

Passing the keys over, she could hear them being tucked away somewhere. Then cloth unfurled, and something came down in front of her face. A blindfold. The stranger tied it securely. "Get out of the car slowly." He climbed out after she did, his eyes well adjusted to the dark, and she could feel him. The bulk of him up against her front, the size taller than her, broader than her, but his touch was gentle as he inspected the blindfold. Making certain there were no obvious gaps that let her peer out from a corner or out a hole by her muzzle.

Once satisfied, he grabbed her upper arm and dragged her closer to the car. It was hard to gauge, but they must have stepped around it, definitely making at least one turn, before he let go. "Strip."
 
The moment he started to explain herself, her eyes widened. Jennifer couldn't help but draw up her imagination and what the scenes from her novels looked like in her head... only replaced with herself rather than the random protagonist of the stories. Just thinking about what he proposed made her hot and bothered all over again, but hearing it coming out of his mouth was that much hotter. Oh what she wouldn't give to be used in such a way... how many times had she fantasized about this?

And he said it so forwardly, as if it was going to happen no matter what. "I... I'm married..." she whispered to him, as if that was supposed to be some kind of deterrent. Though perhaps it was more a test for herself, as if to make sure that she was in the intended target after all. Or maybe... it was someway to relieve any anxiety she had of being used by someone else. Perhaps if he ignored it, it was okay for this to happen.

Eventually, Jennifer gave him the keys, only for her vision to go dark. A slight squeal came out of her open maw as she felt it tightly secured around her, the thick cloth blocking out everything. She was essentially blind. As he commanded her to get out, she had to feel about the door for a moment before opening it and carefully slipping out unto her feet, her bushy tail trembling with anxiety and anticipation. Standing a bit awkwardly, she had no experience blindfolded, and his sudden hand nearly made her trip over. But after becoming disoriented from where they were now, she felt him let go and heard his command.

At that point, Jennifer was wondering if she should fight or resist or not. Just running away was an option, right? If she could run fast enough... in her heels... no that wasn't an option. She didn't even know where she was. But maybe if she didn't do what he wanted... he'd get just a bit rougher with her... and she continued to delay.
 
Running away or fighting was also complicated by that whole blindfold thing. She'd either have to run with it on, or make a move to take it off, and either one was such a huge disadvantage.

What he did next was even more unexpected: he stroked her gently. The palm petted her upper arm in a most tender fashion, as in her ear he murmured, "Trust me. I wouldn't hide my identity if I didn't think you weren't getting away. And blood isn't sexy. You will be safe. Trust me." One more stroke of her upper arm.

Then the stranger shoved her.

Only hard enough to make her stumble back a step and bounce off the SUV's bulk. Clutching her shirt in both hands, powerful arms flexed and buttons tore free with an audible rip. "Either undress or I'll do it for you." Once she started actually complying, a pop came from behind her, the fff of hydraulics. The SUV's back hatch was opening. Quiet footsteps around her, then back to her.
 
As she stood there pondering her options, her ear twitched as he whispered into it. Why was he getting so familiar? She didn't recognize the voice... did she? This couldn't be anyone she knew... no one she knew would do something like this. But he was being awfully tender, particularly as she thought a random rapist like this would've been desperate to get her clothes off and be done with her. Was this a dream? She had to be dreaming...

Just like the novel, he was being gentle at first, and she was falling for it. Though she should've expected what came next, she didn't as she wasn't looking ahead. The sudden shove nearly put her down on the ground, or at least it felt that way in her disorientation. "A-AHN!" she screamed in surprise, her voice echoing through the dark forest as she felt him suddenly grab at her blouse and tore a V-neck into it, exposing part of her strapless black satin bra and her nicely full cleavage.

With her heart pumping, Jennifer started to comply with a nod of her head, at least as soon as he allowed her to. She quickly pulled off her shirt and tugged down on her skirt, leaving her in just her aforementioned bra and matching black satin panties. As one of the sets she had gotten to seduce her husband, it was quite some sexy and semi-modest lingerie, the cups of the bra firm but malleable enough to feel her breasts through it, and the panties with a very thin waistband and semi-thong like cut in the rear, exposing a good portion of her furry ass cheeks but covering enough to not be truly scandalous.

Would he be turned on by this? Her husband wasn't so... In her thoughts, she just figured out that the hatch in the back of his car had opened, and that he now stood next to her.
 
"I said strip." Her underwear too? Apparently.

The funny thing was that he actually liked the pretty businesswoman look she had going. Yet it didn't fit what he wanted to do to her, would just get in the way. On the other hand, the stranger didn't like naked, either.

When she was completely exposed and utterly vulnerable, the stranger handed her some cloth. "Put these on." It was a shirt, another button down, but not torn like her own. And a thong. Nothing as coy as the satin pair she'd taken off, these had a definite string in the back. When she started to button the shirt, then he simply grabbed her wrists and turned her around, pressing her front up against the SUV.

Then he slapped her ass, hard.

One hand pinned her shoulder, while the other yanked on the root of the squirrel's tail, forcing her hips back, out. That exposed ass got another slap, a hard crack on the unabused cheek. Pop! Then another across the thigh. After six, he rumbled in her ear, "You look good enough to use right here and now. But I think I'll wait till you're good and ready."

Jennifer's hair came undone, let loose before it was put up in a simple ponytail. An easier handle to grip? Her wrists followed, tied snugly behind her back, but before he let her go he tested the knot, making sure it didn't bite or cut off her circulation. The muzzle came next, a strap that went behind her nose and under her chin, and two that went around her head. The muzzling strap was made taut, so that she could part her lips but not her teeth.

Finally movement made her aware he'd shifted, before hot breath puffed across her thigh. Before she might've thought he was doing anything as nice as lick her, a band wound around her thigh. It wasn't leather, instead a nylon with a slight weight on one side. The mystery of what it was soon resolved as the front of her thong was nudged aside, and an egg-shape slid inside of her, trailing a cord. It slid in easily given how wet she was. "You're enjoying this," came his voice, taunting her. Tugging the panties back in place, he stood. "If that falls out, you won't get it back."

Jennifer was led to the hatch back and he half lifted, half threw her in back, a dangling leg pushed inside. Her clothes flopped over her unceremoniously, a heel tossed in a corner, before he slammed it shut. Up ahead, the driver's door opened, and moments after the car came to life, the egg stirred inside her. It wasn't just a vibrator. Instead of the same constant speed, it pulsed; a light hum punctuated with stronger throbs. After a minute of it being awake, the toy kicked up, both the speed and the pulses' frequency, becoming a heartbeat between her thighs.
 
As she stood there in just her provocative undies, she hoped it would've been enough. Or perhaps she hoped to actually entice him with it... though when he commanded her to fully strip, she slowly went and started to slip out of her bra and panties. It was a slow, sensual process, the same she tended to do when stripping for her husband. Mostly out of habit, she didn't really want to do it for this stranger, but the darkness was blocking out a lot of her worries to that matter.

The cool breeze of the night glowed over her nude, furry body, as her delectable squirrel pussy lay exposed and its lips puffed up, from the cold and from excitement. Her nicely plump cream furred breasts remained rather perky despite her age and their size, not to mention those juicy pink nipples were standing fully erect. He would be able to see the striated lines on her coat, her inner most and private areas coated in a light creamy beige, with a thick strip of dark grey fur enhancing the viewing pleasure, and the rest of her body marked by an orange-like brown coating.

When he slipped some clothing into her hands, she was at first confused. Did he not intend on taking her? He had threatened to do so... forced her to strip... but now he wanted her dressed again? Still, it was difficult to determine what kind of clothing he wanted her in, as she could only feel about it. Jennifer first identified the thong, that one was relatively easy to figure out. It's not as if she didn't wear them before, but she tended to find them a bit crass... and, this was a shirt? He'd just torn her work shirt, so why did he want her to wear another one?

Still, her hesitation didn't last long, remembering he was probably standing there, staring at her nude form. Getting the thong on was relatively smooth, though she almost lost her balance a couple times. The string in the back slipped between her juicy cheeks, disappearing completely as her cold yet wet pussy finally found a snug home. Then she started to figure out how to get the shirt on in the pure darkness, only to have gotten the few lower buttons first before she was blindsided and forced against the hood of the vehicle.

"A-Ahhnn!" she cried in surprise, only to take the hard slap to her exposed cheek and make her cry out louder. "AAHN!!" Feeling him pin her to the hood and then forcing her hips back, she was in prime fucking position, and his continued spanks didn't help. "AHAHNN!!!" Already the thong was sticking slickly to her pussy, the outline of the lotus beneath very much visible through the fabric. He'd been so rough with her already and she was so ready to get fucked...

But he just had to tease her like that. For a moment, she felt disappointed that she'd have to wait, particularly as her pussy ached for his cock. This stranger was turning her on too much, and now he was denying her any relief. As if to continue to taunt her more though, she felt her bun split to spit out her long, luxurious brunette hair, a particularly sexy part of her that she tended to keep hidden from the public, and she gasped with delight as the stranger pulled it all back to his liking. Okay, so now he was going to fuck her, right? All this teasing... her head being pulled back a bit through her new ponytail... surely...

Oh, he started to tie her up. A visible tingle burst through her body as her wrists felt securely tight behind her, and the woman barely held back a moan, only for it to be enhanced as he tightened her maw nearly shut. "Ughnn…" she uttered lowly, her chin able to open her maw, ever so much, though her thick teeth were surely in the way of getting much done. As she stood there, trembling from heat and cold simultaneously, blushing deeply as her ass poked out for ready mating, she felt a coo against her, and something soft wrap around her thigh. Jennifer didn't ask any questions as to what that may have been, but the sudden insertion of something into her aching pussy gave her some novel flashbacks. Of course she was enjoying it!

With her hands behind her and that thing between her legs, Jennifer needed a bit more assistant stumbling around in the dark without falling, only to feel herself being forced into what could only be the back of the car. Lying there unceremoniously, she gasped and sighed deeply when the thing started, and as her kidnapping got into another stage, she couldn't wait to feel what was next...
 
Jennifer lay in the back, blind, mute and bound while the egg pulsed away inside of her. Sometimes the intensity or speed would pick up for a minute or two, and then it was back to its previous setting. With senses so muffled, with just the buzzing toy to keep her occupied, it was hard to tell just how long she was left back there. Finally the car came to a stop, the front door opening.

The back door opened. Huh?

The hatchback opened, and she was helped out. Yet instead of being led anywhere else, Jennifer was directed into the back seat, before the hatch was closed behind her. Once in the back seat, her legs safely inside and the door closed, the door opposite her opened. Huh? Someone climbed in next to her and closed the door.

The front door slammed.

Now there were two strangers in the car with her.

The SUV smelled strongly of the first, of which she could guess was some sort of big cat. The claws, the scent in the air. But the other... they had sprayed Neutra-Scent. A product mainly to blunt sharp musk like skunks, or to cover a smell that would irritate sensitive noses like a canine. Here though it completely concealed the newcomer.

Rough hands turned her around and untied her wrists. "Roll your wrists. Get blood flowing." So the original stranger was back there with her. When she'd complied, her wrists were then tied in the front this time. Once situated, Jennifer was turned again to face him, and left to sit for several moments. The sound of a zipper coming down, a belt clinking, was unmistakable. Then a firm hand around her neck, gripping her scruff. Holding that loose nape to her neck, that natural handhold, one of the squirrel's ripe breasts was then teased, the nipple plucked at with a claw. Pinched, then tugged.

Finally he relented, letting go, and pushing her face down. Forcing her to lay in the seat, her muzzle pushed into his lap. The hard, hot ridge of his cock pressed against her cheek, the smell of him strong and masculine, flooding her nose. Only here did he let go of her scruff, that hand shifting over to loosen the strap of her muzzle, giving her slack to open it now. Even as it loosened, the stranger prodded her insistently with his cock. At least, now with her hands in the front, Jennifer could balance for herself.
 
Try as she might, the device was too good when it was really going, and even when it wasn't, it did its job of keeping her excited. "A-Ahnn.. AHNN!! HANN!! hhann… hann…" Jennifer couldn't hide her moans anymore, and they reverberated throughout the back seat, though her large, buck teeth blunted the sharpness of her voice. With the motions of the car, the squirrel shifted about, rolling from one side to another, but none of it could help relieve that ever more needful heat down there, exacerbated by this damned device. Why was she being tortured like this? After such a long time of dissatisfied sex, her body was desperate to be used harshly. "HHAANNN!!!! PLEASE STOP IT!" she cried out at the height of the intensity, though whether the driver could understand her through her forced chitters she couldn't' know. Nor might he care in the first place.

By the time the car came to a halt, the thong was drenched in her sexual juices, the fabric stuck closely to her lotus to leave not a single detail of her lovely lips from being analyzed. As the latch opened, she cried out, "Please stop it..." She wasn't being specific with what, she just wanted that toy out of her. But her assailant didn't seem to care. Or maybe that's exactly what he wanted. Either way, she felt herself become disorientated again as strong hands grabbed her and pulled her out. So... this was it, this must be where...

Back in the car though? And the sounds making her furry ears twitch, along with her nose, sounded like there was a second now. Two of them? That wasn't in the script! No wait... it was... in a different novel... Shaking her head lightly, she didn't know what to think of it. Who was the second man? She couldn't even got a good read on one of them... Though her thoughts broke as she felt herself tugged about and freed of part of her bondage.

"Why me? Why are you doing this to me?" she uttered, her voice slurring with a chitter from the limited movements and her thick teeth. Once she shook her somewhat sore wrists about, she felt him take them again, though... in front? It didn't make any sense, this wasn't consensual! Or... so she told herself... "If... if you're going to rape me... j-just do it already..." she said, almost a bit too forwardly, one emotion short of saying 'fuck the shit out of me'. Though the sudden sounds of a crotch getting revealed made her jump a bit in place, though perhaps not in the worst of ways.

Jennifer could feel the sudden grip as it took over the organization of her body, while her bare breasts bore the brunt of the stranger prodding. "A-ahn… n-no..." she cooed, in the lightest resistance she could muster. Already her nipples were hard, and as he plucked, pinched, and tugged at it, it became overly sensitive as well. "HAN! HANNNN!!" Her body shook in forced pleasure, one that wasn't unwelcome to be sure.

With that distraction, it wasn't hard to catch her off guard, and she soon found herself face first into what could only be this guy's target zone. Obviously, she didn't need to guess that hard piece of meat against her thick, furry cheek was, and that scent... it made her feel tipsy. The moment she could open her maw more, she did, even as he made it obvious what he wanted. "I-I'm married! I can't do this... not with you..." When he insisted still, as if silently forcing her to admit what a liar she was, coming up with that excuse, she added, "W-what if I bite it off?" She should've known better by now, but the tremble in her voice admitted that she needed a final reassurance.
 
Really he should’ve used a gag. It would have cut down on the mumbles slurry that was her speech, and her moans to boot.

Still she got reactions out of her captor. The request to “stop” had him pausing a while twenty seconds. Even as garbled as she was, he heard her say “rape”, and it made him jerk as if prodded with something sharp. The even light resistance and muttered “no” put a real hesitation in his touch.

And then she mentioned biting his dick. That put a bucket of cold water on the mood.

A rustle and movement, and at least the toy shut off, but he made no effort to remove it. No, she was lifted up enough so that he could grip her jaw, lift her muzzle out of his lap. If the blindfold wasn’t there she would see his face at this angle, but as it was, he definitely would be able to see hers.

“I’d call that fighting back,” he replied darkly. Then, in a lighter tone, said, “I’m trusting you not to.”

One beat, one pause, and then he put it to her directly. “Do you want this to stop?” It wasn’t a taunting tone, the sadist looking for a begging victim. “Do you want to get off the rollarcoaster right now?”

If she uttered the word “married” he’d twist her ear and snap, “Yes or no.” Jennifer wasn’t getting to dodge the issue here.
 
Jennifer was really struggling to understand what was going on. If this guy wanted her so badly, why did he even listen her, to the point of seemingly stopping everything? He could easily force himself on her... or rather, she wanted him to do so. She wanted to feel like the women from her novels, forced to do things they didn't want, yet wanted so badly at the same time. She wanted to be like them, for this situation to be the same. Yet the pauses and hesitations didn't make any sense.

Perhaps it was her own flustered words that worked against her as she felt herself being forced to peer upward, to darkly gaze upon a visage she could not see. At first, his words sounded... angry? Put off? She couldn't exactly tell, but his follow up was rather different. He was offering it to end? Was he serious? He'd gone through all this trouble to get her alone and secluded... and now he was backing out? What kind of kidnapper or rapist was he?

But the fact that he wanted an answer from her terrified her. "A-ahn…" She didn't want to admit it. Jennifer wanted this... she NEEDED this! She wanted it to go on, to get hotter, rougher, to use her in all the ways she could imagine. But she had to consent to it first, it seemed... and that was something that was really offputting to her. How could she ever face her husband again if she admitted the truth? But... if she said no and this ended right here... the squirrel almost felt devastated if nothing further happened.

Biting her lip hard, she wished he had just taken her, or if he was meaner, or whatever. It probably would've been less torture than this. But... she had to face her demons and her lust. She was ready for this... she NEEDED this. "No..." she finally said, her voice low and shamed. But needful.
 
There was the smallest pause after she'd answered, as if the world had been holding its breath. In that instant the stranger relaxed. Her husband hadd been sure this was what she wanted, but it hadn't sounded 100% certain. Besides, the fantasy and the reality were often two separate things, and she could have found herself not wanting it somewhere back by the roadside where they'd left her car. It was important for him to not believe he was an actual rapist. Understanding kink terms, it was all about consent, but hard to give your partner a safeword, hard to say yes when surprise, not knowing, was half the point. Would it be half as exciting if they knew it was a game? That they were totally safe?

"Good," he purred, and it was impressive just how much he could pack into that one word. Relief, pleasure, eagerness, authority, all tied up with a little bit of anger. "Then you're going to stop resisting, stop pleading, stop hesitating. Because you are a desperate, horny little slut, and you're going to act like it, goddammit." It all came out in a quie hiss, as though he were trying to avoid waking someone in the next room, as if he were scolding a very bad child in a movie theater or at church. "For right now you are my toy, and the one thing you are allowed to do, the only thing you exist for, is to make me cum."

Releasing her jaw, the big hand shifted around to seize her by the ear this time. He twisted it till it hurt, and then eased back until the hold merely straddled the line between uncomfortable and painful. With the new handle, he shifted her face till the tip of his musky shaft wedged against her nose. "Now. Suck. My. Cock."
 
That pause had her chittering to herself, wondering if that had been the right answer. Somehow... it felt that way. Like a huge weight taken off her chest. What was he going to say? What was he going to do? Had she already ruined her chances to be used and abused? Jennifer suddenly felt anxious, that she'd be left back at her car for pissing him off. But she didn't dare speak, not until this stranger decided it so.

When he finally did speak, she braced for the impact, only to be met with that one word that hit her from multiple angles. It was okay that she was married, it didn't matter. And he sounded more into it than before, if not... well... with a bit of disdain. While she didn't say anything in response to his criticisms, her squirrel cheeks puffed a bit, a sure sign of regret on her part. This talk he was giving her... it made her almost feel younger, like she had been a bad girl and had to make up for it.

Course, that sudden grip on her ear caught her offguard. "A-Ahn!" she cried out, and her neck twisted to adjust, only to feel that stinky dick stuff against her nostrils, as if to force her to accept her new owner's musk. This time, though, there was no hesitation. He wanted her to suck him... and it was okay. So opening her mouth wide, his dick slipped into her maw, but with his hold on her, he'd be the one deciding whether to go in slow, or just pump into her.
 
Now that she was open to him, that dick sank in. The hot wet of her was intoxicating. He’d been aching to get in her, but and now, finally... It almost didn’t occur to him that she couldn’t really get to work because of his hold. After a moment of rocking her face, forcing that muzzle to leisurely bob, he let go.

The stranger was not one to face fuck. Partly it was that he didn’t want a woman gagging on his cock. But also he thought of oral as a performance, as showing deference, as giving worship. And he expected her to be a faithful, penitent little church squirrel. “More suction,” he demanded, before she’d even gotten any proper bearings.

Claws dragged through her scruff before dragging down hr back, teasing through the shirt. Hungrily he scooped up her ass, squeezing, rolling it through his grip. So perky and taut.

With his prick on he mouth, Jennifer could get a sense of his size. If not fully with her muzzle, then using the hands he’d helpfully tied in her front. The stranger wasn’t Large, but bigger than her husband, certainly. That flesh had thickness to it. More interesting es the texture. There were little raised bumps, like some vibratory had. Not raspy or sharp, but firm enoug they could brush and bump and drag over a woman’s interior. So he definitely wa feline. Jennifer has given a handjob to an ocelot in high school, and his prick had felt similar, the friction of his pebbly skin across her palm interesting, like his raspy tongue but even more pleasant.
 
"Hharrggnn…" The wet slobbering motions of her maw encompassing his dick sounded out, adding an auditory pleasure to the already physical one. This is what he wanted... and it's what she wanted as well. Well, partially anyway. Given more freedom, she slid further along, taking in his shaft into the majority of her hot, wet maw, to the point his tip was just within striking distance of her throat, but teasingly not there yet. The ends of her large buckteeth tapped against the skin, more like a solid prodding along its length than anything else, caressing at the small tendrils that extended as her slick tongue waved and jittered about its underskin.

At the same time, she felt him shift his hand along her back, and wanting more suction, her pursed her lips, gripping him cock firmly between her luscious furry lips, while pinning it into a single direction with her teeth. It was certainly not something any woman could do, and she added to it by bringing her bound hands forward, down to his sack, where she started to caress and fondle each hidden gem between her fingers. "Hrngnn… hrnng…" she groaned as she sucked him off, pulling up and down to similar levels as he groped her fur coated ass.
 
The tightening of her lips, the taut seal as she pulled up, certainly earned a faint hissing breath of approval. Along her side ran the feline's tail, and with her motions over his lap, it jerked and flicked at particularly satisfying moments.

"Better," he rumbled, "but there's definitely a lack of enthusiasm. This isn't a lazy day at the glory hole. Show me your A game. Or I might just teach you a lesson and park you in front of an actual glory hole. What do you think of that? Sucking down load after load." There wasn't any menace to the threat, a mear eager taunt, though he was curious of her reaction.

While they were at this, the car was still driving. Which involved making turns and stops. Jennifer, bound and on her knees effectively, isn't buckled in. Every time her body would slide into the floorboard or start to tip over from a turn, the stranger's groping hand shifted, cuppig her side or flattening across her back. After the latest steadying gesture and once more latching onto a cheek, he slid a single finger sideways, nudging it under the flimsy string of her thong. That finger swirled around Jennifer's back door, then teased it downright daintily with a clawtip. He tapped out a morse code onto her asshole before pressing in enough to let that fingerpad start to sink in, to breach the puckered perimeter, then pulled back again, stimulating but merely threatening to penetrate.
 
So it had been awhile since the last time she had some satisfactory foreplay with her husband, to the point that she had lost the magic of her tongue. The squirrel woman was definitely rusty in the ways of oral sex, not to mention she hadn't been under these circumstances before. Her hands were still bound, so she didn't have full freedom to do it. Not to mention she couldn't exactly see what she was doing, and rather kept going by feeling alone.

His words seemed to put her down, or at least, gave her some other 'options.' None of that was in the script though, and she started to get confused. Maybe it had all been coincidence... a glory hole? She couldn't imagine doing something like that. Well... not anymore... not for a long time since she graduated high school.

Indeed, high school Jennifer would be wracking her brain as to how hell she went from a party girl slut to this prim and proper miss. At one point, glory holes would've immediately made her wet to the core but... perhaps age and wisdom also killed fun. As a result, she doubled her efforts to suck him, intensifying the curling of her slithering tongue as she gave it a swirl about his underside, lapping and pushing against those tendrils that prodded about.

At the same time, her squeezing of his balls got ever more intense, if not desperate. Basically, she was trying her best to keep up to what he wanted, though it didn't see to come until she felt him prod at her anus. "MFhgn…" she groaned with a mouth full of cock as he started to really tease her back there, a hole that hadn't been used for sex in several years. Her husband certainly never did.
 
At first he was worried that Jennifer wasn't getting into this as much as he'd thought. The spanking, yes, but her hesitation, and now the blowjob, he suspected maybe it was too much for her?

But finally she was really getting into the swing of it. It didn't miss his notice that it was when her asshole started getting taunted. Oh, he put a pin in that mental note, to be sure.

But the stranger wanted to cum, was near enough that it would take only another minute or two, but the squirrel wasn't going fast enough, intent enough, for his liking. And maybe she wanted a real show of force, to be used, instead of being put on the spot to perform? Maybe it was the wrong headspace, too. It didn't fit the fantasy. He'd try something like this later, but for now...

Grabbing her ponytail like a handle, the bottom of his fist snug against her skull, the stranger forced Jennifer's face to bounce on his cock. "Just tighten your lips and suck," he growled, and aggressively bobbed her head. It wasn't a real face-fucking, he wasn't cramming himself down her throat, her muzzle focusing more on the upper part of his shaft. But it was still using her as just a mouth, the dribbling of her head by the hair was faster than she could've done without a real workout of her neck muscles.

The squirrel didn't get any courtesy warning when he came, an intentional slight. It was just a hard jet that skipped across her tongue, and he was flooding her. Releasing her hair, that big hand caught her shoulder and pressed down, bracing as his heels and ass dug into the car seat, and he let the orgasm tear out of him. Those kegels got a strong flex, intentionally pumping that load as hard as he could into her mouth. Normally he almost always came on a woman's face or tits, but she was bent over his lap, blindfolded, it would have just ended up everywhere but making the impression he wanted.

When it was over, he relaxed completely and sighed. Before Jennifer could lift her head though, he caught her and said, "Ah ah. you don't get up till your plate is clean." Some droplets no doubt were still clinging in the pipes, and he made her suck them dry. If she hadn't been blindfolded and tied, he'd have made her lick any excess off his thighs too, but her snug mouth had gotten it all.

Finally he let her lift off. "That's a good toy. Break's over, I'm done with you for now," he declared, and tugged the strap on the leather muzzle, cinching her mouth closed again. Rather than stuff her in the hatch, the stranger merely pushed her over into the opposite corner of the back seat, till she lay curled against the door.

Perhaps out of mercy, or utter denial, the toy didn't start up again.
 
Jennifer kept going at it for some time, the excitement that was renewed in her giving him a more potent experience, yet the absence of practice left it just underwhelming enough to need some additional pressure. Feeling suddenly grasp at her hair, she wondered if it wasn't satisfying enough. She was already doing her best... but wait, why did she want this to be satisfying to him, her kidnapper? Regardless, as he seemed to take full control of the situation, she suddenly felt the harsh aggressiveness of mawing all over him, his dick poking moreso into her cheek than down her throat.

As a squirrel, Jennifer had somewhat more flexible cheek muscles, and as a result, they could expand more than other species could. So a large bulge would form on her expanded cheek each time he forced her down, which also altered the slobbering, slurping sounds to become softer. The woman had trouble keeping up, her nostrils flaring and groaning under the duress of keeping a rhythm too quickly, and he found her breathing slower and slower, holding her breath as her lips really started to tighten around him. Not to mention the suction she was starting to bring to bear.

By that point, her hands tingled and fell from his sack, using it more as a way to keep herself up each time he shoved her face down. There was just something so primal about such intense domination, even if it was just her maw, and a growing scent of her wetness slipped from her nearly exposed pussy. Then, without any preparation, Jennifer just had to take whatever she was given. "Mgghnnffmmnn..." she groaned as his hot, slick spunk splattered the inside of her maw just as he slammed her down one more time. She immediately started to pick up on all the flavours of his jizz as it coated her tongue, but it also pooled on the sides of her mouth, making her cheeks expand a bit, even as he pulled out. Or though she thought, since he stopped her from removing herself. "Mgnf…" Conceding to him, she lapped her tongue against his against his dick slit, as her lips contracted to pressure anything remain forth.

By the time he pulled her off, his warm cum still sat within her maw, just as he strapped her maw closed. "Hgmn…" she muttered under her breath as he pushed her to lay on the floor of the car. She'd already forgotten about the toy, her focus still on the potent flavor within her maw.
 
The SUV drove on, but not for overly long. Far shorter than the trip had taken with her in the hatch, or perhaps it seemed that way due to the toy's presence drawing it into an insane eternity. She could hear the car's speed coming down, the turn off asphalt into a driveway, before they stopped. Both doors opened, closed.

Then the one above her head yanked open, and those big hands hauled her out of the hole she'd curled up in. It was a bit awkward, and he simply tugged her into a sitting position and hauling her out that way. Jennifer's bare feet registered the driveway, left to feel it as he closed her door, and then the stranger yanked her by her upper arm, dragging her forwards. It was easy to notice the transition from the driveway onto the smoother, cooler concrete of a garage, the scents changing to dusty boxes and long-spilled motor oil. Above them the garage door shouted as it shuddered down to conceal them.

As if the door closing was a signal, the stranger hauled Jennifer's arms up, forced her wrists behind her head. Here a cord slid in under her wrist bindings, and attached them to the muzzle's straps. It anchored her wrists soundly behind her neck, her elbows up, forcing her breasts high and out. The stranger then hauled her forward, and when Jennifer's thighs banged into a table, she was shoved across it. "Stay," he growled. With a smack to her ass, she was left there. Not alone though--the toy jumped to life, and it seemed that because it had been so long since the egg had been dormant, the speed and intensity were pushed far higher. It almost obscured the fact that somewhere in the garage, an interior door opened, closed.

The squirrel wasn't left long, and soon the door opened again. Claws dragged up one of her thighs. "Finally, I get to use you proper. You ready, toy?"
 
Jennifer kept her hands together tightly, almost as if in a praying motion, as her body jittered and jumped about the place where she had curled up. The taste of this stranger's cum still lay in her maw, where it remained pooled along her slightly inflated cheeks. She wasn't sure whether to swallow or... well, she wasn't sure what to do with it. Not that it was inherently bad but... there was something awfully attractive to her just in its properties.

Before she knew it, not only had the car stopped but the door next to her opened, and she nearly fell out as she had been scrunched up against it. Still, the burly hands wouldn't give her a chance to do so, nor to rest seemingly, as she felt herself practically lifted out. Jennifer kept her maw shut, not making even a sound as the men escorted her even farther from the last place she had seen. Darkness had clouded her vision for so long that, at this point, she expected to wake up some day and not have ever seen her attackers nor the places they had taken her. But maybe that was the plan...

From one swift change to another, her captors sure liked to keep her guessing, and before long, she could smell the garage area just before she felt her arms tugged up and over. The squirrel woman shifted her wrists a bit as they were secured in place, lightly testing the extent of the bindings' power, only to realize her chest was really sticking out. If they were staring at her right now, she could only imagine they were straight at her puffed out breasts.

But they seemingly weren't even interested in staring for long as she felt herself being pushed forward more, her body practically bending over as she fell upon the table. Now, her ass was out as well, and in such a position as she felt the tugging of her arms tighten the muzzle around her, her thick, bushy tail instantly shot up, exposing her nethers to her taunter. "Ahgnn…" she muttered as she felt the touch of his claws, and in return, he could feel her body shuttering with delight.
 
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