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Texas didn’t make a single noise as the cock slammed into her again. It hammered the pleasure into her very soul and riled up her lust – but she stayed resolute, eyes forward, not giving her captor the satisfaction of seeing any reactions.
Not that she could even manage any right now. The Penguin Logistics employee had her hands confined in a pair of heavy, rigid shackles, her ankles locked into a set of stationary restraints bolted into the ground as she knelt on the cold, damp concrete floor, a massive iron collar squeezing her neck from every direction, two taut chains connecting it to the ceiling above and the floor beneath while a third connected her bound hands to her collar. There were only a few scattered candles about the place, most of them placed far enough away that she couldn’t see much with their flickering light – but she didn’t need light or night vision to know who was behind her at this very moment, pounding her like their very life depended on it.
It was Lappland. Or… a strange version of Lappland.
Lappland is, of course, a woman. Biologically speaking, she doesn’t have a penis – yet here she was, sporting one so long and girthy and satisfying that Texas wondered if she’d undergone some sort of genetic experiment; that last quality, however, had kept her mind from drifting far enough in any direction to form a coherent train of thought – even a mind as sharp as Texas’s had trouble keeping up when there was something the length of a crossbow bolt and width of a Yanese straight sword ramming into her pussy over and over and over again, at the frequency of a trained Laterano marksman with a semi-auto rifle.
Speaking of girth – a panel gag was strapped into her mouth, her teeth forced open wide around a circular ring made from metal and rubber. A plug currently filled that space – it felt exactly like the cock fucking her right now, and was even long enough that it reached the back of her throat – but she’ll be damned if she gave in to her gag reflexes that fast. Still, at some point, the pleasure became too much to bear, and Texas let loose the tiniest grunt – which also happened to be the loudest she could manage, what with her current gag and all – to which Lappland laughed delightfully. “Ah, good, Texas! Finally! If you ever want to scream louder, just tell me – and hope that I can hear you! AHAHAHAH!”
Lappland’s voice sounded wrong, too. Again, she was a woman – and yet this voice belonged to a man. Undoubtedly Lappland in terms of speech habit, but… male. Just what is going on?
Texas struggled to hold onto the train of thought as the pleasure continued to build in her bound body, even as a hand grabbed her exposed breasts and squeezed roughly, giving her nipples the same treatment a few second later; her PL jacket had been taken away at some point, leaving her in only a modest black shirt (no longer modest after it was ripped across the middle) and her leggings, the latter of which are so ripped and tattered that there were now more skin than fabric. Her undergarments had also mysteriously disappeared, leaving her open to both the aforementioned attacks as well as the vicious sex she was forced to endure.
“You should cum again, Texas! Cum on!” She could tell it was a badly-managed pun by the slight pause in speech; at that moment, she felt something hot and sticky shoot into her vagina, pushing directly for her womb. The dark-haired Lupo moaned quietly; Lappland (or not-Lappland) had ejaculated in her more times than she wanted to count, now, and risk of pregnancy aside, it was getting harder to keep herself from orgasming, something she desperately tried to avoid… and failed. With a groan, her body twitched in its confines, her vaginal walls contracting, alerting the person behind her to the fact that she had climaxed.
“Oh? Good job, Texas!” Not-Lappland laughed again. “Here’s your reward!”
Texas closed her eyes and screamed as the absurdly long set of anal beads stuck in her asshole was pushed in by another section. The spheres were all the same size, yet each new one somehow always felt bigger than the last. She lost count of how many must be in her by now – twenty? Twenty-five? How are they even fitting right now, without her feeling each and every single one congested in her intestines?
Through the haze of pain, Texas saw the figure stalk back into her field of view. A pair of toned, muscular legs, an erect penis and accompanying testicles, abs that looked supermodel-grade yet perfectly natural, a broad chest that rivalled movie stars and bodybuilders, with the familiar sprinkle of Originium growths…
Then the face; oh, the face. It was Lappland for sure, but this woman whom she knew, and perhaps knew her the most out of everyone else on Terra… is, as of right now, decidedly not a woman.
“This is me now, Texas.” The white-haired man before her spoke, voice giddy with pleasure. “Don’t you like it? Of course you do, look at your face – you’re loving it!”
Texas rolled her eyes; it was one of the only things she could still do, and she no longer cared if Lappland was going to take it the wrong way – which she (he?) did. “Since you’re so happy about it, why not let me use your mouth for a bit, too?”
The rubber phallic plug was replaced by an identical version made of flesh, and the repulsive appendage began to thrust in and out of her once again, filling her oral cavity with a pungent smell – and soon, even more semen that Texas was forced to swallow, humiliation written across her face as she took small gulps of the sticky filth, the remainder that she could not get to with her immobilized tongue sealed inside of her mouth by the gag.
“Let me go get something. Don’t go off by yourself now, hahaha!” Lappland wiped his dick clean using her tail – she’s never going to get rid of all that cum at this point – and walked into the darkness, the opening and closing of a creaky metal door the only indicator that there was a world outside of this hell. It surely couldn’t have been that long since Texas was brought here and placed in inescapable bondage… right?
With a shock, Texas realized that she doesn’t remember – anything. Not how she got here, not what she was doing before, not the time when she was taken… the lack of a coherent memory was more panic-inducing that she thought, and she allowed herself a moment of it by slamming her body against her restraints, yelling as loudly as possible into her gag. Her hands balled into fists and her toes scrunched up, as if that would focus enough raw force to free herself from these bindings.
And Lappland just so happened to return at the perfect time.
“That’s a lotta reaction outta you, Texas.” Lappland said, behind her once again, pulling on the anal beads randomly, visibly (not to Texas) enjoying the pained grunts of her prisoner. “Let’s see if I can get some more.”
Some cold and hard pressed to her ass. Before Texas could start to think what it might be, it was gone – and returned with a vengeance a second later, the loud SMACK resonating in the small chamber as the plastic paddle made full contact with her right cheek.
“HNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!!”
The young woman howled as pain – no, agony – radiated from the point of impact and spread across her body; she barely had time to process that, however, as her left cheek received the same treatment immediately after, prompting a second scream that almost cost her an entire lungful of air, and a third strike came in on her right cheek again before she could even finish breathing, and that cry of pain sounded more like a pitiful mewl than she’d liked for it to.
More hits rained down on her, each somehow hurting more than the last, but Texas could no longer scream as loudly as she did. A tear of pain rolled silently down her face, and a few more joined it, unnoticed by the white wolf who continued to rejoice in her absolute power over her. Each strike not only bruised her ass cheeks, but also jostled the beads inside, bringing even more discomfort to the already tied-up woman, who noted with some alarm that through all this abuse, her pussy had started to become damp.
The paddle was taken away and replaced by a crop after a few minutes, and Lappland changed tactics with it, now aiming for a more vulnerable region – her dripping womanhood. Pained screams turned into aroused yelps as the crop became more and more coated in her juices with each swing, and her mind became saturated with pleasure instead of pain. A few more hits were all it took for the bound girl to cum again, rather humiliatingly, and for the anal beads to be shoved in a tiny bit more.
Texas bit down hard on her gag as the raping began anew, with Lappland deciding to amuse herself by pulling out shortly before cumming to ejaculate all over some other part of Texas; over the period of about an hour, Texas had her breasts, face, soles and bruised ass practically painted a dirty off-white, and she wondered if Lappland will ever run out of stock as the latter grunted in pleasure, squirting into the dark-haired girl’s tail, making sure the semen stained as much as her fur as possible before moving back in front of her, looking into the bound Lupo’s eyes with a deranged smile on her face – that is, somehow more deranged than usual.
“Remember this, Texas – the scent of your defeat.”
The tip of the penis pressed up against her nose, surprising her as a last burst of cum sprayed out, almost choking her as her next breath was replaced with repulsive odor. She struggled as Lappland pressed two fingers to her nose, leaving just enough room for her to breathe but not to force the cum out of her nostrils, gleefully watching Texas’s suffering.
When the shackled woman stopped resisting, the white-haired man walked around her again and resumed their previous activity, groping her breasts as fingers slipped into her drenched pussy, exploring the insides with wild abandon. Texas felt a finger press down on her clit, then another, then the sharp sensation of a pair of fingernails, then they squeezed down and she screamed-
-awake.
Texas did not move, but her heavy breathing betrayed her inner state of panic. She glanced around wildly: familiar scents, familiar room, familiar bed – kind of. She’s in the Penguin Logistics HQ, in the bed of her red-haired Sankta companion, both of them hidden under the blankets but only one of them dressed; Exusiai wore her PJs, but Texas was in the nude, hands cuffed behind her and Exusiai’s fingers buried in her lower entrance, the other hand laid haphazardly across her breasts as she hugged the Lupo from behind. The room was dark, but the blinds were open; outside, rain poured, and the city neons combined with Exusiai’s personal nightlight produced a strange yet alluring colour scheme.
Worst dream ever, she thought as she shifted lightly to get a better position, I blame her for begging me to sleep with her like this.
The dream wouldn’t be without reason, though. Lappland is, in fact, sleeping downstairs, albeit stripped naked and placed in a straitjacket and pairing gag, in order to prevent her from doing something to either Texas or Exusiai in their sleep. That was the agreement for their little week-long vacation back to Lungmen, at least.
Texas purged all thoughts about the strange, gender-bent Lappland of her dreams from her mind, and instead focused on trying to return to sleep. The fingers in her pussy was a bit of a distraction, though, and she found herself painting a mental image of Lappland with a strap-on approaching her, but was too late to stop herself from picturing a version of her, once again placed in heavy bondage, helpless on the ground as the white wolf approached her…
Her fingers curled involuntarily as she wondered if letting Lappland fuck her like that once would sate some of the crazy woman’s thirst for her, brushing themselves against the front of Exusiai’s panties, and the Sankta stirred in her sleep. Texas decided that it was probably best to let sleeping beasts lie – both the one downstairs, as well as the one next to her.
She snuggled deeper into Exusiai’s embrace, subconsciously pushing her hips downwards as more of the redhead’s fingers submerged into her pussy, sighing contentedly as she closed her eyes. Soon, there were only snores, and the sound of rain against the reinforced windows.
Downstairs, in the corner of a dusty storage room, a buckle fell open on the front of a certain white-haired Lupo’s straitjacket. With a simple tug, a pair of arms came loose from the belts that bound them.
Lappland opened her eyes and smiled to herself in the dark.