The pure-white dire wolfess walked briskly down along a back alley, it was a short-cut she took every now-and-then as a change of pace from the usually loud street. Especially on a day that the breeze chilled her straight to the very core, her winter coat hadn't begun growing yet, and her sweatshirt was
not being quite at the level of warmth she needed either. A continuous rush of cars by her side would surely have her numb before she made it home, the added breeze of each passing car making things much colder, and even pulling her hood off now and again. This was supposed to be a shortcut home, and going the other way would be asinine if she could just plow through this next few blocks.

The pale dire wolfess had looked up after a moment, having felt the beginnings of a strong gust of wind about to rip through the alley, and dodged the blast of chilling wind by jumping into an open doorway. Letting out a sigh of relief, the wind howled   As if not hitting this dire wolf made it angry; she clutched her sweatshirt closer to herself when the wind caused the odd doorway to whistle. Only seconds later did she realize there was an incredible warmth behind her, which caused her to look back, and then around. It was a door wide open, letting the buildings' warm air out   She didn't think too much of it at first, figuring that the gusts of air had forced the door open on accident, but she was glad it happened! It couldn't possibly be over forty degree's at that point and the welcoming warmth behind distracted her from the task of going home. What was a ten minutes, right?

Squinting her eyes to look inside, the direwolfess gathered that it was much too dark to see far - Just enough to see past the threshold of the doorway. It may have been cold out, but the sun was still beaming brilliantly outside, so it d take even longer for her eyes to adjust to the natural lighting. She
had never really stopped to look around this area of her walk home, because it always seemed empty; curiosity was digging its heels into her. The door slammed shut as another howl of wind blew by, causing her to jump with her hackles raised, but her thoughts were subsided almost immediately as she clinged to the thought that no-one else was here. Plus, she became enveloped in the delightful heat of the room   This was distracting all its own, and quite relaxing. Looking around and twisting her ears, opening up her senses as much as she could, but there was barely a thing to grasp mentally. Her paw pads told her there was no carpet, which was no problem, she could see the use on the now-empty and bland walls. Those bright eyes and tough paws were eventually lead to the end of the stripped room, where she took her sweatshirt off; it had become warmer as time passed, now leaving her in just a long-sleeved shirt beneath with her heavy jeans.

The wolfess entered through a partially open door, which lead to the rest of of the building. She looked back at the door, then forward, gave a shrug, and moved across the length of the room, leaving all her worries behind   And, her sweatshirt too. Once she passed through the door, she made sure it was
left partially open again, not knowing if the handle still worked or not. Having stuffed her sweatshirt just in case it wanted to slam shut too, she moved on with more confidence. Her nerves had finally calmed down, and she was able to relax - Moving beyond sight of the door, her excitement began to grow. She felt like a child again, discovering a whole new world outside the house.

This empty warehouse was the most curious, and most potentially dangerous place she's explored since her childhood. After a moment of following the wall - her ears twitched to one side, bringing her back to reality, and hearing some muffled noises coming from deeper then she could see, sniffing around provided little help - her ears seemed the better choice. Letting go of the wall, she decided to go for it - Discovering she may not be alone was more than enough to drive her inside further. The dire wolfess followed the sounds like a true predator, and after a few steps in the right direction, past some high-towering boxes, she had moved upon a sight that tied a knot in her throat, and mixed her emotions.

A short-snouted female looking quite uncomfortably spread-eagle on an oversized, shiny-black wheel. Her figure was appearing squished down by a mysterious layer of highly-polished material ... a material that hugged every nook and cranny! Even her tail was trapped off to the side. The only sign of life was
seemingly mechanized breathing. There was an audible click when the chest area was fully pumped out, and a click when it was fully sucked in - Confirming that this creature was being forced to breathe...but was it conscious? If so, was it trapped? Or was this medically necessary? The white wolfess began walking around the wheel, not believing her eyes - It was hard enough to see, but the highly-polished material was reflecting every ounce of light. Having thought for a fairly long while as she walked around the wheel, she couldn't place what this device was, or why she couldn't find any sort of way to release it. There was a fairly audible whine of a vacuum too, but she couldn't find the exact source - So she figured that it was sound being transported through air ducts, or something.

Reassuring herself that nobody else was here, she went to crawl on the wheel to get a closer look. It wasn't something she would've normally done, because it was quite intimate to crawl on top of someone, but this girl didn't seem to be going anywhere, and wouldn't be able to resist. Immediately, the wolfess realized this as a bad idea, because the wheel began to spin freely, almost knocking herself off as it turned around faster than she was prepared for. Pushing off the ground, the wheel spun a lot more, but she was on top of it now, spinning with the heavy duty wheel - Sending the poor creature into a sudden squealing fit. "Holy hell! You're alive!" she practically shouted to the trapped creature. The white wolfess rolled off and clicked her tongue in thought, the material was really smooth, and a bit squeaky with her paw-pads having rubbed on it as she crawled around - The shine was high, but the best
she could place it, was some sort of plastic sheeting. The way she felt the mouth-piece built, there was no way the girl trapped underneath the sheeting could respond - So talking was out of the question.

Eyeballing around again, still nobody is around, or if there was, they weren't stopping her from having fun. Re-collecting herself, the direwolfess stood up, and dropped her eyes down to the helpless creature; the wheel was still spinning slowly as the female underneath the sheet squeaked and struggled against the shiny sheeting - She was beginning to think that this girl may not want to be where she was. Leaning over as far as she could, "Hello? Are you okay?" the creature responded with more of the same - The wolfess not really sure if the trapped female was able to hear her. She stopped the wheel from spinning, which it seemed to do rather wildly and easily - it must've been well oiled and perfectly balanced.

The direwolfess then moved around to the females head, and leaned down to shout, "Can you hear me? Do you need help?" it felt almost silly, but it was a fairly reasonable reaction after seeing something so intense. The area around the two had nothing else in it but more boxes, pallets, and junk, the wheel
sat fairly low to the ground, giving maybe half a foot of space below. Now that she thought of it, a story she read a while back when surfing through some adult literature websites reminded her of this - Not exactly this, but very very similar. "Oooh-" she giggled out knowingly - This was dirty! She had to
take a better peek though...

Stooping down and peered under the large wheel-device, the vacuum noise was certainly louder down there, but still didn't make her believe that she could find what was making all the noise. Plus, she really couldn't much at all from the angle she was at, and didn't want to risk damaging something by crawling under - The story she read didn't involve an 'under'. The creature continued to squirm and make frantic noises of distress, none of which the dire wolfess could interpret that well...and she was beginning to care less and less as she thought back through the story once again. "Okay, okay! Would
you be quiet? I'm trying!" she crawled around the edge of the wheel for a moment, then rolled her eyes, Duh! It's a wheel. Beginning to spin the wheel as she sat there, trying to see if there was anything that would be a means of escape, for what she had determined to be some sort of large cat, red panda, or
something with a fairly poofy tail. The spinning sent the poor thing crying, though the wolfess saw this as helping her...even if it might've been annoying or dizzying. Something smacked her snout on completing the full circle, she spun the fluid-motion wheel in reverse. Taking what hit her gently and looked them over, one was a simple wired remote, and the other was a rubber squeeze bulb. What the hell? How did she not see these before? "Are these-" she gasped softly, and pulled on them; each device
gave her what little slack was left. Standing up once more, she began to trace them with her fingers; she was leaning over the wheel as she eventually made her way to the females mound. Her head jumped back with surprise, the red panda had shifted her body weight to try and rub up against the paw. That is one horny panda! "Ooh, the plot thickens! I bet this is a game you're playing with your boyfriend!" it made a lot more sense, as she put her mind to that.

She took the controller and bulb back, one for each paw, and turned the knob - which was the only feature on the remote control - and moved it about half-way. A distinct humming rose up from where
her paw left and the panda started to arch into the latex with heated, muted moans. The dire wolfess brow-ridge rose with interest, and a gentle growl came from her chest, a side of her that nobody ever got to see. She squeezed the bulb a couple times, and received more vibrant feedback, squeezing a few more times for good measure, until the moans reached a steady point. The wolfess worked quietly, diligently, and with a grin on her face; especially as she was turning the knob of the vibrator up
more and more, then down almost all the way, then slowly creeping back up. Sending the panda into a flurry of passionate, wanton moans for more. She spun the wheel around, letting the vibrator controller and bulb loose, it spun a few rotations, and she gently slowed it down until the panda's head was facing her. Leaning down right next to the panda's ear, and speaking quite loud. "Well, whatever shall I do with such a naughty girl like you?" She spun the wheel the opposite direction, not trying to get the panda dizzy, but it was the quickest way to get the remote and bulb back. "Well, you're a very fun, and responsive toy! This was well worth the investigation!" she giggled. Having traced the rather thick
rubber tubing with the electrical cord up to the trapped girls' crotch some time back - Gauging by the moans, this had to be like the butt plug her best friend had. Continuing to spin the wheel slowly as she heard something else that was rather nearby - It was too quick and quiet to gather what it was, but it had to be investigated too.

"Bad news is-" she flipped her ears in reverse, and stood up, leaving the vibrator on high, and the butt plug very well inflated inside the panda's behind. She was being attracted to another noise that came from the distance, as if all her loud talking caught someone's attention. "-I hear someone else." stopping the wheel from spinning, she was pretty much talking to herself at this point, but proceeded on. Groping the trapped panda, and kneading her breasts rather roughly, "I bet it's your boyfriend. I don't want him to find you again just yet though...You hang tight love. Try not to cum." patting the panda's panting chest, using that time to also spin the wheel rather slow. Casually moving around a few discarded obstacles in the way, large, half-finished shelving that leaned against boxes, or just more stacked boxes. "Hello?" she called out, moving deeper in, and calling out once more. "Anybody there? I don't bite!" she assured the warm, murky air.

Soon enough, she had worked her way through what seemed like a maze of junk, she came upon a very large, and well-built chair. She had removed her top and pants along the way to reduce noise and to get closer to predatory hunting - having been raised to hunt in a mere loincloth with no top, so her thong undies were no bother to her at all. Placing the two heavy pieces of clothes onto a flat box that was sturdy enough, and was a little over hip-high. She heard some struggling, a clunk of what could be metal and wood, fevered panting, which made her immediately approach and go to the front side of the chair. Gulping at the sight of a hooded and hapless victim - this one was held down by a series of metal bands. Most importantly the wrists and ankles had simple bangles that fit snugly on the creature, but didn't have any apparent connection to the chair. The bands also held down from both mid-upper arms around the biceps, and mid-upper thigh. Shaking her head, and looked the tigress over; this one was as nude as she was, except rather than panties, it was a curve-hugging harness. There was an obvious cable and rubber tube coming up from the crotch and seat of the harness - A matching wired remote and bulb, much like the vacuum-packed red panda. Ignoring those oh-so-fun toys for the moment, she will
have time to play with those...Taking a hold of the orange tigress' shoulders to hold her still. "Hold on there love, what the hell is going on!" she asked, in an almost cruel manner, because the entire head was encased in an inflated, bulbous latex hood. Three tubes jutted out, twin tubes from the snout, and one slightly larger tube, alone between the lips. "Is that your girlfriend in the other room?" she shouted again, the tiger had a pleading tone in her incoherent response. "Don't worry, she's okay - She'll cum plenty." This direwolfess has never had so much control, let alone been in such a kinky scenario! It was overwhelming her, in a good way; she was surfacing her kinky-Dominate side very quickly.

The poor tigress probably couldn't hear her very well, and talking, hell, making anything more than simple noises was practically out of the question. Her paw soon went to tug around the snug collar area, barely able to tuck her pinky finger in, the neck of the hood didn't give any room to maneuver "Well that...sure isn't coming off". She giggled darkly, sexually. Having also noted a small metal part, which
appeared to be the locking mechanism that held the hood together, but it didn't look to have a keyhole either, just some sort of parallel slot for something to rest against - Possibly magnetic. She moved her paw up, feeling over the large inflated portion of the hood, and humming to herself, twiddling with the tubes for a moment. That made the brightly coloured feline toss her head side to side frantically. "Aww, you don't want me to play with these?" The series of bangles and binding equipment jingled and clanked noisily against the chair as the tigress struggled - She may be feeling dominant, but she wasn't cruel.

Letting the tubes free from being entwined in her fingers, she knelt down, getting in close to the harness to peer at it. The tigress was forced to spread her legs a bit wider than one would in a skirt, so the view was clear enough, but the direwolfess was finding she was unable to really get a finger
under its tight hem. Instead, she followed the wires to where the bulb and vibrator control sat in little holsters. This was fun the first time, why not twice? Slipping them out and holding them up, as if the orange feline could see - Grinning ear to ear as she began turning the vibrator on. Low at first, knowing the panda was still screaming for more, and having similar plans for this one. The orange tigress immediately began to shudder and churn in the sturdy chair. Clicking it to medium, she began to squeeze the bulb like before - Receiving muffled, but heavy moans. Secretly interpreting the struggles
from the bound creature as a cry for more!

"You two are in big trouble...  she squeezed the bulb a few more times as some metaphorical punishment for the girls not inviting her sooner. She kept inflating the butt plug, until she felt she had reached about the size that she had left the panda at, and smirked to herself. The tigress was thrashing
pretty good, and look quite discontent that the vibrator buried with her nethers was set so low, annoying her deeply. "What? Do you want more?" she growled in a sultry manner, turning the dial up very slowly, and watched the orange cat settle down more, realizing she wanted the dildo buzzing more than the inflating balloon in her rectum. She set the vibrator to medium, certainly better than an annoying low, but just not quite enough pleasure to take her over the edge. "How's that?" she teased, starting to squeeze the bulb again, just to watch the tigress writhe in a mix of pleasure and agony, "Stop? What are you going to do for me?" She was making up dialogue in her head, and acting it out for the both of
them. "No way am I stopping until you squeal for it." She smirked and certainly had the plug well inflated past the point of comfort, beyond what she inflated the poor little panda, which was probably still squirming helplessly against the vibrating dildo buried within her. She stood up slowly and leaned in, taking the tigress' ample chest into her paws, squeezing and massaging them in slow circles, thumbs carefully flicking the nipples back and forth in the mean time. Occasionally pinching and twisting those hardened, unprotected nubs - Attacking the tigress now with all sorts of pleasure.

"Squeal for me-" she stated coldly, the tigress moaned, squealed, and rocked back and forth in hopes she'd get more out of the current predicament. It wasn't enough for the tigress, and her ass must be in a lot of pain from the oversized plug. The wolfess mumbled some dirty nothings at the orange feline,
and pushing away, leaving the chest to flop back into its lazy state, knowing the kitty wanted so much more, but the dire wolfess didn't want to spoil her. "Ohh...too bad...I will come back for you too love, don't worry, I ll make you scream." She assured herself, and turned to walk to one side of the feline,
"Now Imma go see about your lil girlfriend, and see how many times she has climaxed." all time has been lost by now - Just like most of her clothes!

Turning away, and moving back to the panda, she didn't realized how lost she was becoming, because she just wanted to see more and more. Moving swiftly through the junk piles and scattered remnants of days passed by, the she-wolf had stopped in her tracks when moving into another more structured area of stuffs, about as well lit as the previous areas, but this contained no creatures this time. A well-built wood pillory set rested there, another matching structure of wood jutted up, looking to be just short of hip height for an average sized female, standing prominently behind the pillory, and matching it in both wood and structure, except having only one large, wide hole. At the base of the secondary structure, was a leather cuff set on either side, about ankle height. The pillory looked quite sturdy, a wide base that was bolted to the floor to prevent wobbling, and so did the piece that accompanied it, which shared the same base, and was bolted in too. She couldn't tell the exact wood type, but it looked like it meant business.

The she-wolf moved around it fairly quickly. She saw the latch to the swing-arm of the stocks itself, the swing-arm and the base were lined with a comfortable, black, soft cushion material. The latch having no lock to go with it, and the accompaniment piece to the pillory had a swing-arm too, which she lifted to see that it also was lined with the same cushion material, had a latch, but no lock. What made her most curious was that it was surprisingly clean and well-finished, showing no signs of wear or use at all, plus, given the previous two areas she wandered through...There was nobody here. Just her, some boxes, and a heated desire in need of filling. She was already down to her underwear, which she was
now somewhat regretting, because she can't remember which way she came from, and started to looking through the various boxes to see what kind-of warehouse this was.

One box really stood out to her though, it was more flat and spread out, like a very large cigar box, and it stood out above all the other empty or junk-filled boxes. Baring an exquisite font reading 'ZX3 Designs'. Her curiosity got her this far, and she surely wasn't going to slow down, she put it on top a stack of boxes and flipped the latches open. With a gentle creak, she was hit with the strong smell of rubber, it was a brand new hood. She coughed a little, and snorted, clearing her snout of the smell, and then pulling the item out. It was a very flexible gimp hood; she remembered it from the poor orange-coloured tiger she had stumbled upon. She put her paw through the neck and held it up, pinching the part that would cover a snout, and making it look like someone s' head was in it. She internally squealed, she was ecstatic, because she'd get to try one on for herself. She sunk her teeth lightly into
the hood to hold, while her paws brought out instructions, and after a few moments of looking the detailed pictures over, she put the paper down and picked up the key that had its own little spot in the box. Nodding a few times, she started to piece it all together, and gulped, she had never would've dreamed she had this opportunity, being she was a relatively vanilla working woman with only a mild kinky side when it came to porn.

"Okay, I just..." she opened up the neck with the key, noticing the pumps around the neck that the vixen didn't have, and flattened her ears, pressing her snout in as deep as she could, but then pulling it back out. Wrinkling her nose, she tried again; the internal bladder and twin tubes surprised her the first time.
Tucking her ears back for round two, she spread her maw open and tugged it back once again, sinking fully into the hood. The tubes and inflatable bladder were adjusted around by her tongue so they would lay appropriately in her mouth. The first thing she noticed about the hood, that it was eerily quiet, and
despite the smell, it already did an okay job of holding her mouth somewhat-shut, not allowing her to open more than halfway. The next thing was the fact that it made her completely blind, and she couldn't smell anything but rubber. She picked up the key and moved the box, sitting down on the stack; already breathing through the tubes, because her nose was blocked. She felt around her neck where the bulbs for inflating connected to, the hood was still somewhat loose, so she wasn't worried. After some gentle tugging, they disconnected. She gasped to herself, and quickly put it all back on, though struggling a bit since she didn't quite know how it worked, after she was given a confirming click, she slowed her breathed and nodded. Okay, would hate to have broken it. She realized she hadn t heard the muffled squeals and moans of her victims in a while, even before she put the hood on, but this was simply too exciting for her to stop now.

The dire wolfess rubbed her head a bit; it was getting hot in the hood, so she wanted to hurry before it got uncomfortable in an annoying way. She had long ignored why there might be two tubes to go along with the gag, being it was easier for her to breathe with. She felt around the neck, and back part of the
hood, it was time. She brought the key up after finding the lock, bringing the hood so it was as tight as it'd go, which wasn't a lot, because to her, it would hurt to have hear ears pinned down harshly, so she
was glad that it was a bit loose. Okay, here goes nothing... She slid the key into place, and gave it a good twist, until she received another muted, but confirming click. She tugged the hood a few times, feeling around her neck to try and move it around, it wasn t going anywhere. Feeling satisfied with
that, she grabbed one of the bulbs, and squeezed it once, she could hear the hiss of air being sucked in, but little was done, pumping a few more times, the same noise, on top of a creak of rubber as the hood
started inflating! She was burning with arousal now, she has not been so excited in a long while, and continued to pump until even the bulb would not squeeze anymore. She could feel a significant pressure around her entire snout and face, she could not open her maw any more. Her ears had some room to move, but they did not do a lot of good, because of how much all sounds were muted. She did not mind the darkness, which was good, and she moved to the next bulb. After a quick pump, she squeaked and jumped. It had inflated the bladder, which had been resting against her tongue, and now it was pushing outwards against the inside of her maw. After only a few pumps, it was full, and all
her breathing was routed completely through the tubes that reach the back of her throat no problem. Her head was well encased now; she could feel it pressing in all the right places. Her snout was clamped shut, and with the bladder fully inflated, she could not make a sound beyond a squeaky huff from her throat or a murr in her chest.

The pale wolfess reached down between her legs, dipping her paw into her panty crotch, she started to rub on herself a bit, keeping a strong hold on the key in her free hand, because she knew if she lost that, she would have a hell of a time trying to find it in the complete darkness. Though it did not feel complete, her paw felt good, but something was missing, she could not simply just play with herself right then and there. She removed the hand pumps from the neck, with a muted  click , and placed that on a box. Standing up, and carefully tracing her steps, she set straight forward as she could until she felt
the pillory. Moving one paw out, and feeling what would be the part of the pillory set that holds her waist, moving around so she was standing facing the stocks. She pressed her hips against it, bending over it so she could put her legs in the little leather lockless ankle cuffs. She had kept the key in her paw at all times, and buckling her legs into the leather cuffs, she wiggled happily. Her paws were met
with a super-squishy cushion, which was probably like the ones lining the stocks, but these were made for her to stand on. Judging by how comfortable, they were, probably for extended periods of time, but she was only going to be here for a few more minutes, at the most.

She bent over the hip-height stock, and lifted open the main stocks too, letting her neck fall slowly into the comfortable lining, and murred to herself, her waist automatically resting in the second pillory made for the waist. She used her paw not holding the key to close the swing-arm, but she was smart, she flipped the metal latch over so it wouldn't accidentally fall and hold shut. That would trap her immediately, even without a lock. She did the same for the swing arm that would rest over her neck, flipping the latch over so it would not fall down over the locking portion. Finally putting her key-holding paw into the half-moon hole, and used her free paw to start bringing the swing arm down, closing it down on her first cushioned wrist, then using her neck to hold it. Bringing her free paw into its half-moon hole and used her neck to let it lower the rest of way. The pieces of wood coming together with a light thud, and they were a little heavy, but nothing she could not manage. She squirmed once more, content in her little world now, and squirmed her hips, rubbing her thighs together, feeling oddly safe in her self-induced bondage situation. She moaned into the mask, making nearly no noise, and sucking in air greedily through the tubes, just the situation itself had her teetering with pleasure.

After several long moments, which had seemed like hours of tormenting herself like this, she decided she had enough. Ohh, this is so wrong...but it feels so good. No wonder those other two were moaning! I cannot wait to really make them scream. However, when she tried to lift up her head, the swing-arm did not budge. "Mmf?!" she squealed into the hood, she made sure to flip the latch so it would not close. Trying again and again, getting more violent each time; Oh-shit-oh-shit-oh-shit! It's stuck! But how?! I made sure it w-. Her train of thought was completely derailed, and she rested completely still as she heard a cold, deep voice speak to her directly from the front. "I see you're enjoying my newest equipment, a blast from the past.". She squealed and made as much noise as possible, but the self-inflicted hood would be her downfall. "Calm down love, I'm not going to hurt you" he stated, using the words she said earlier against her. Oh my God! No! Who?! She heard a very faint clink of metal, magnet-key locks sliding into place to keep the latches indefinitely shut. She still clutched the key
though, but the man was too busy locking her down, first the swing-arms, then the leather buckles around her ankles.

"At first, I didn't think you really would go the whole way, put on the hood, and lay down into the stocks." he wandered off with that, but returned quickly, her powerless flailing got her no-where. The man set some things down by her head, she knew it, but once feeling his paws caress all over her body, and not leaving one inch grope-free, she forgot about it. He slid the underwear down after a moment, lifting her tail, and getting a good glance at her creamy white muff, he could feel the heat coming from her nether lip. Then he just yanked the underwear, snapping the side strings with ease, and tossed the useless panties aside with no regard. "I have something better, something you seemed to enjoy on others." he stated quite calmly while she panted and whined through the tubes in her maw. Oh no, he can't! He wouldn't! She was perfectly exposed to the mysterious man, and a million thoughts ran through her head. Is he going to rape me?! Murder me?! Nobody will find me here! Is this how he gets all these girls here!? I am so stupid! Who knows what he does to these girls, and I'm one of them!

The pale dire wolfess yelped into her hood, a cold, wet, and moderate sized toy was pressing to her tail-hole She couldn't wiggle her hips, the second pillory made sure of that. All while keeping her comfortably, and permanently bent over. With the little resistance he faced, the lubed toy worked itself
right in, and was pulled in the rest of the way as her body was clenching up. It didn't stop there though, she felt a larger, and longer toy pressing to her hot, wet lips, slipping in with ease. He pushed it until the lips were kissing the base. To her surprise, not only did she feel the mismatched set of dildos
penetrating her, but a harness being applied as well to hold the toys in. Inflation tube and controller wire dangling towards the floor. He applied the same type of lock, except a lot more discreet to the harness, as it blended flush with the firm material. The harness that he had bound her hips in also
was quite flexible at the same time, fitting her curves well, almost like it was custom made.

The man didn't stop there though. He checked over the hood to make sure all was in place, and noticed her clenched hand, being he didn't see a key laying around, nor could he find it in the original box. He tried prying her paw open, but in her own little victory, she would not give it up, and even he couldn't pry her paw open. He grunted, and left for a moment, she may have won, but he had a plan B. "Fine, you don't want to let go? Now you can't." he had grabbed a pair of bondage mittens, the type with no thumb or fingers sleeves, just a stitched piece of leather that bound around the paw to keep it in a clenched-fist state. This would keep the wearer from opening their fist, or grabbing anything, and
more specifically, from letting go of anything. He balled her other paw up right after to match, all the struggling in the world wouldn't help her. Her wrists were trapped, and perfect for fitting on the mittens to an unwilling receiver. He buckled them shut tight, not bothering to lock them.

He gave a few final glances and revolutions around her body, admiring her work of getting trapped, and gave her very firm slaps on the ass for her disobedience, several for each cheek. Her fur wasn t short enough to hide the stinging red paw prints. He was served a sharp, muted yelp for each slap he doled out, and soon after, he crouched down to check the long-forgotten metal door at the base of the pillory holding the hips of his new-found captive. Nodding a few times, satisfied with its functioning state, he
moved off as quickly as he had come in. Disappearing into the darkness, leaving the dire wolfess alone to her own mental torture of the situation she's gotten herself into.

She would learn over time the most comfortable positions, and as to why there was so much padding around this structure. As well, time soon became irrelevant; she couldn t keep track of it, and there was
only complete darkness to entertain her. A lot of her time was spent crying, and ruing the day she was foolish enough to wander into a supposedly abandoned warehouse   The...twenty? Thirty minutes? She spent toying with two girls in her same position was not worth it now. She was taught the use of the second tube, she was just being greedy, but it was really meant for the food substance she was fed to keep her full. She was kept quite clean too, having figured the man saw all his captive s as trophies or collector s items. She was eventually trained to pass any waste on command into the metal compartment she had never discovered between her foot paws.

The periodic visitor that may have come through her post kept her busy now-and-then too. Teasing over her nude body, playing with the breathing tubes, molesting her chest, and the worst of all, playing with the toys embedded in her by the harness. A ironic twist of fate for both the her, and the torturers. They would do as she did when she first stumbled in, turn the vibrator on various settings, and inflate the plug buried in her ass, but it was never quite enough to bring her over the edge of orgasm. She never knew what happened to the visitors, did they escape? Did they get trapped too? The rare scream for help caught her attention, but she knew it was just another helpless soul that would soon share her fate, spending each day begging anyone that gave her attention for freedom, or more importantly, sexual
release.