Thursday, February 24, 2011

Bondage Story: MurrCon Part 3

My fellow Inmates,

Please excuse mistype in this weeks serial story, they are quick updates written in truncated amounts of time.

I shall clean them up later, but here is the next part... Please enjoy :-)


The Murrcon #3

It was only a matter of time before the sniffing began. Puppies all over me, inches away from the cat's face and growling. I attempted to squirm, attempted to get away, but was held tight by the straps.

A dog in a black rubber hood walked up behind me, snapped off his muzzle, and disappeared out of my sight in the mirrors reflection, below my tail.

I whimpered softly in the gag as I felt a tongue lick up the side of one cheek, then the side of the other. It was at the point the the dog's tongue entered my asshole that the whimper turned in to a full blown purr...

"Aww, that didn't take long for it to accept it's new lot in life." A random voice called out.

The crowd parted and a large orange cat walked towards me. "Hi there kitty." He said as he patted me on the butt. My blood ran cold, I knew that voice, It was Chaz.

He liberally lubed up my tailhole as I watched his cock grow to mammoth proportions in the attached sheath on his fursuit. Chaz was a very big cat, and I could tell this really was going to hurt.

I shook my head no, and bleated in to the gag, he just chuckled "Oh.. Yes, yes, yes. I have wanted to do this since the day I picked you up."

He positioned himself behind me and took a few trial poked before shoving himself none to gently inside of me. My screams were muffled by the infernal gag. After a bit the sharp pains subsided to a dull roar as Chaz pounded away for all it was worth.

For about twenty minutes he worked on me, continuously regulating his speed to keep himself going. Then finally it happened, he came with a roar as a wonderful warmth spread inside of me.

Chaz pulled out and wiped himself off before turning to the pack of furry dogs huddled behind him "He's a great ride boys!" he called out, "Feel free to take a turn!"

I groaned loudly in to my gag as the approached, and with every dog that mounted me I grew more and more sore. It was about around the tenth or eleventh attacker to my sensitive hole that I drifted away from reality, and as the night wore on I found new levels of reality in my own head...


I don't even remember being unstrapped from the bench, or being put to bed, but when I woke up the next morning I could barely move.

As I noticed the light streaming in through the perforated eyes before mine, I realized I was still in the Panther suit, and as I tried to sit up I realized that I fucking hurt.

I made my way to the bathroom and stared at the cats face in the mirror. I noticed something odd, in the maw, a little plastic tube.

Sucking on the gag that was still in my mouth I realized that it must have been swapped out, as I could suck air through. This was good as I was quite thirsty.

Since the straw was cut off right at the end of the maw I had one option: I filled the sink with water before dunking my head in and sucking for all it was worth.

Even though I ended up dripping wet my efforts paid off. I was beginning to feel refreshed. I headed back out in to the suite to knock someone else out of bed to let me out of this thing, for I needed food and a hot soak of some sort.

The suite was still pitch black as the lights were out and the curtains were drawn. Wandering over to the front door I ran my paws avaunt the wall until I found the bank of switches.

If my jaw could have hit the floor, as the lights flicked on, it would have. For the place was completely empty.

No gear, no equiptment, no people. Even my clothes were gone, meaning my wallet as well.

I padded around the room in a panic, where had they gone? Why had they done this? I was locked in this suit, helpless and gagged.

I ran to the phone to attempt to call for help, knowing that the embarrassment I would suffer from outside assistance was less a concern than not being able to get out of this...

And that's when I saw it, leaning against the phone. A sheet of paper labeled simply "Leatherpanther"


With that visiting time is over

Whatever you do, don't scream too loud as others are trying to sleep.