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h4.Kept in the Dark
Commission for "Guardian-Hawk":https://www.furaffinity.net/user/guardian-hawk
This is a much darker picture than I usually do, especially compared to my watercolours, so it was an interesting experience and quite a challenge. My scanner didn't seem to like it much, roughing up the paint a bit especially in the background, but hopefully it looks alright.
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h4.Story by "Guardian-Hawk":https://www.furaffinity.net/user/guardian-hawk
A gentle nighttime breeze rustled the branches of the trees, and Adhara spun around with a whimper. Was that--
No, no, it wasn't footsteps, she thought, but the reassurance--regret--that she was alone didn't stop her heart from hammering against her ribs. Where was he? Her eyes darted one way down the secluded path, then the other, where lamps emitted distant pools of light, and still there was no sign of him. He couldn't, he couldn't have abandoned her like this!
Her arms twisted and strained behind her back, briefly, but the attempt only redoubled that burning ache drawn through her cleft and elicited a muffled, frustrated moan from behind the ball gag strapped in her jaws before the pain forced her to give up, craning her neck back over her shoulder at all the knots that kept her limbs securely trapped. "Mmgh! Mmmmnh..." Her fingers still carefully tried to grasp for any knots or coils or dangling ends within reach, but he'd known his work: she couldn't reach anything useful, not the knots between her shoulders or the knotted leash that tethered her to the lamppost with the dead light, and she couldn't get herself out! Especially when each attempt she made to get free was so discouraged by the tight crotch rope that sawed against her with seemingly every movement, and she looked down towards her hips as if just glaring at the tight coils could do anything about them.
Instead what she could make out in the darkness only made her blush: the ropes wrapped above and beneath her breasts, pushing them out a little towards the clamps that pinched her nipples, and down lower that other coil went around her waist, down between her legs, then back up and around her tail before connecting to the harness that held her chest and arms. She couldn't see how sodden the crotch rope was, but she could feel the heat and the wetness that occasionally dripped along a thigh, her high arousal despite the situation deepening her blush. She fought the urge to roll her hips; that would only make the rope dig into her more!
Though at least the stronger pain in her pussy would help her ignore the duller pain of her nipple clamps. She shimmied back and forth, grunting quietly, but there was nothing she could do about those either, not with her hands bound so tight behind her back! The dragoness could only endure the trio of pinches to her most sensitive places, and she returned her attention to her surroundings with a shiver, listening to the breeze and the crickets, the chain of the fetters on her ankles clinking quietly as she shifted her weight. At least the summer night was plenty warm despite her nudity...
Not that it made being naked and tied up and alone on this path through the park any better!
A line of drool escaped her maw and dripped onto her collarbone. She worked her jaws around the big rubbery shape, trying to get it into a position where she could swallow, but it was strapped in too deep and too tight for that, trying to think, trying to ignore the heat of her arousal and the rope and clamps and figure out what she could do.
But before her train of thought could get moving a thump sounded from behind her and she twisted back around with a whine, squinting into the darkness, flexing her shoulders just long enough to feel her crotch rope again and wishing she could at least cover herself, rather than have her aching cunt and her tits on display for anyone to see! After a few moments of quiet, and no further thumps or softer sounds from that direction, she once again tried to relax just a fraction, panting heavily through her nostrils. Why, why had she let him talk her into this, why had she let herself be so eager for restraint that it overrode her caution? She had always had difficulty resisting the allure of rope, and now look where it had gotten her! A little fun on the secluded path had seemed like a fun suggestion an hour ago--had it only been an hour? Or two, or more, how long ago had he walked away? How long until dawn? Adhara shivered again, and did roll her hips into the crotch rope this time, moaning from the ache of it. She'd let him undress her, let him tie her up, let him spend a few minutes teasing her, but then abruptly he'd said something about getting a drink and just wandered off, and she'd been so occupied struggling and pleading into her ball gag for him not to leave her there alone that she hadn't even noticed until he was gone that he'd taken her clothes and all her belongings with him!
Come on, she tried to tell herself, focus. She had to think, had to find a way to get out or at least get away. Anything could happen if she just stood there waiting: what if someone found her, someone other than the one who'd bound her there? What if someone came across her in the night, or even so far from now as sometime in the morning? She was so exposed, so vulnerable... With the rope pulling the dew from her cleft, constantly teasing her, even her arousal would be impossible to hide! She would have no way to stop someone from toying with her, or abusing her, or even just untying that leash and dragging her away, and she couldn't suppress a louder moan of anxiety at the thought of some random anthro stumbling across her, groping her, tugging on the nipple clamps and crotch rope and watching her squirm, or leading her to a waiting car to take her home. Oh, "mmmmhf," she could picture it so clearly, how sensitive her boobs were, how that rope dug into her and its relentless ache only stoked her arousal higher...
Her powerlessness and even her anxiety had so aroused the dragoness that she rocked her hips back and forth into the teasing of the crotch rope for nearly a minute before she managed to control herself, her heart thudding more rapidly than ever and her cleft burning in soreness and desire. Forget getting free just to escape: she needed to work her hands free so she could get herself off! But even biting down around her gag and yanking on her bondage as hard as she could did nothing to help her get loose, the coils too tight and placed too well, the knots impossible to reach--fuck that rope was digging into her pussy, she couldn't take it anymore! "Mmmmmf! Mmmmgh!" she squealed in pain and frustration before she could stop herself, and then she shuddered again, head darting this way and that-- Oh no, oh no, if anyone had been close enough to hear--
A stronger breath of wind set the trees swaying, and Adhara's eyes turned back and forth at the louder rustling sounds around her, creaking branches, what might have been a footstep or two if someone was trying to sneak up, but she couldn't see anyone in the darkness around her. She quivered as the wind found the drool on her breast and the wetness between her legs and briefly cooled them--and only seemed to make her more aware of her arousal, and her helplessness, that such things were so exposed and so impossible for her to control, that there was nothing she could do about her bondage, or the teasing rope and nipple clamps, or even how damned horny she was!
Another thump, another muffled whine and rattle of her chains as she turned both hopefully and worriedly towards the noise, every quiet minute making her more desperate for rescue and more afraid of being found in this humiliating position, tied up tight with her tits and pussy and on display. Hands twisted and arms strained against the tight rope harness, she gnawed her gag, pulled on her leash, humped the rope that dug painfully into her clit, but there was no way out, no way to make the teasing stop, no way to touch herself! It was impossible to escape, and-- Were those footsteps? Again she spun, again she saw only shapeless darkness between her and the distant glow of the nearest light away down the path, and she could only tremble and whimper in helpless anxiety as the night went on, hoping that the first one to find the bound, exposed, and desperately horny dragoness would be the one who put her there! Or else who knew what might happen to her...
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