“It is such a lovely night… let’s play by moonlight,” you whisper, voice catching in your throat in anticipation of what is being promised. You reach to take the offered hand and are surprised when the hound drops the fox mask to the floor and leans forward, managing to lift his mask in time with his bow from the waist, and kiss you with warm intimacy on your knuckle. Not so much of a glimpse of his face.
Then he pulls you toward himself like a partner in a dance and lifts you into his cradled arms. En masse, the menagerie of manimals turn towards the door they had entered by and march back through, with Mr. Hound and yourself behind. The hound turns to sidle through the door and as you pass through, you see a stone courtyard in the middle of a lush green space brightly lit by the rising full moon. Over most of the courtyard is a massive wrought iron trellis. Dangling in the center of the structure is a block and tackle with a silver ring. Dangling from the ring are several lengths of rope with carabiners on the ends. Beneath that, an odd cushioned table… for lack of a better description, padded and covered in loops and snaffles.
Your entourage forms a loose circle around the table and Mr. Hound places you gently on your feet at one end of it and then takes two long strides backwards, lifts his right hand and snaps.
The four masked men closest to you… an average height, slightly chubby black man in a bird mask, a skinny caramel lynx with white chest hair, an absolutely massive hairy brown bear whose belly lapped over his groin and a nervous looking ginger ferret move forward with co-ordination and certainty of long practice. You find yourself being freed from your work clothes and underwear with the expertise of a showbiz wardrobe team… crisply and professionally rendered nude.
Then the men grab a bundle of leather straps off the table and within a minute you find yourself buckled into a snug harness at the hips, chest and thighs. The bear and the blackbird then help you onto the table face down, cheek pressed against the leather padding. You feel some tugging on your harness and hear the click of the carabiners. Moments later you are hoisted clear of the table and you hear the pulley ratchets click.
Lynx and ferret pull the table clear from beneath you and Mr. Hound steps forward. You have to crane your neck back to see his hairy chest, so you end up staring at his flaccid manhood and long, toned, hairy legs. The masculine V where his pelvis and abdomen come together is delightfully animated as he strides confidently towards you.
You bounce upward for a second, as the rope handler releases the ratchet on the pulley and lowers you until your view is limited to the ground and Mr. Hound from the knees down. Then there is a hand in your hair and you hear Jason’s voice right by your ear.
“We are going to start slow and try to keep things quiet to begin with. We need to be able to hear you if you need help. I will be right here, by your head, for the entirety. Now… before things go any farther… what is your safe word?”
“Marmalade,” you say, more quietly than you intended.
“I’m glad that you remember it, but you are going to need to try to be louder than that. Can you say it loudly for me?”
“MARMALADE,” you repeat more firmly.
“Good. That word is your life preserver here. Do not let go of it, or you may drown.”
For the first time you sense something like menace from the masked man who now has you entirely at his mercy.
You hear a snap of fingers and you hear 19 pairs of naked feet shuffling across the courtyard pavers towards you and 19 pairs of hands begin to explore your body, from the person stroking your palms with his fingertips and the man rubbing his rigid, tiny cock between the toes of your left foot, your body is stimulated in places no one has ever thought to touch you before.
A koala bear with a prosthetic arm crawls underneath you and lay on his back, grasping your right breast with his warm, sweating real hand, and your left breast with his cold vinyl appendage.
Someone invisible to you pours lubricant over your ass, and half a dozen hands begin to work the substance between your cheeks… an occasional finger probing your anus or parting your labia briefly.
The hounds mellifluous baritone is in your ears again, although you almost fail to notice it amidst the other sensations.
“Is it what you dreamed? All these men touching you?”
“Yes…. Oh god…” You gasp as someone pushes a thumb in to your well lubed anus and you shiver at the hands of the hound teasingly tracing nails along your throat. You feel your pussy flooding with anticipation of being used.
“Are you ready to be fucked?”
The Koala twirls the nipple in his good hand gently while his replacement limp pinches down on your other nipple, unfeeling. You stifle a squeal and nod your head.
You feel someone step between your parted thighs, chubby enough that the toe fucker has to reposition himself. and then a moment later, something hard and short plunges into your wet and waiting hole. Three strokes in, he grunts and spends himself.
“Careful, she’s tight. Even for me.”
The pudgy man departs your split legs and another, skinnier man takes his place, his cock is longer than the chubby mans, but not any thicker. He is taller, though, so his cock angles down and punches towards the front of your vagina as it penetrates.
A pig mask appears in your peripheral vision and you hear the same voice that had commented on your tightness say quietly, but clearly, “Thank you, beautiful creature.”
A moment later you feel a stubby, flaccid cock, slick with your juices and lube being pressed into the palm of your hand and fingers clasping your hand closed around while the piggy strokes himself with you to get hard again.
The taller man with the slender cock lasts longer than piggy, but the koala pinches your nipple again and the clenching of your body in pain sends the skinny man over, filling you with your second load of the night within minutes of the first dick entering you.
The slender man is replaced by what can only be the great bear as your legs are spread to their limit and you feel his gut rolling over your ass cheeks as he enters you with the depth do bottom out on your cervix, but he is cautious, pushing your limits one stroke at a time until he can bury himself to the hilt without pain overwhelming you. You can feel the loads left by the previous occupants starting to ooze and drip out of you and as you look down the length of your body, amidst the forest of legs around you, the floor glistens with a puddle of lube beneath your pelvis.
Another masked face… a giraffe attached to a body so tall and gaunt as to be wraithlike, appears in your periphery and you hear a sing song childlike voice “Thank you, Princess Foxy. Can I get you something?”
You realize that the wine has left you with cottonmouth. You open your mouth to speak, but the bear thrusts particularly deep and the words are stolen by a scream of ecstasy. The koala crawls from under you and all activity and sound stops for a moment.
“I’m sorry princess, I did not understand your request. Forgive my worthlessness and repeat yourself.”
Stunned by the instant response to your needs, you feel a strange warmth inside you that has nothing to do with sex.
“Water, please,” you say into the stillness.
“Yes, Princess Foxy. Of course.”
The giraffe evaporates and hands and mouths begin to assault your body again. The bear pulls his copious abdomen from your ass and vacates you, but you don’t know if he spent himself or not.
And then activity ceases again as a stainless steel tumbler of ice water with a straw is presented to you by a prostrate giraffe.
Mr. Hound whispers in your ear. “Now that the submissives are in service to you, the real fun can begin.”
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