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\n\t\t\t\t\t| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tSara awoke to an intense pain in her legs and back. Sluggishly she moved to stretch herself out before she realized she couldn't move her arms... In fact, she couldn't move at all...! The fog in her head suddenly cleared as she took stock of her situation. She was naked and folded over with her ass on full display to anyone that happened upon her... Her wrists shackled together to a short chain leading into the wall. Her legs were similarly shackled to the floor, allowing her virtually no range of movement. On top of all that, she was blindfolded and had a ballgag wedged in her mouth... A strangled whine escaped her mouth as she struggled in her bindings despite already knowing it would be in vain. Whoever had taken her had gone to great lengths to place her in as hopeless a situation as possible. A muffled whimper at her side caught her attention. Someone else (most likely her sister) was also trapped in this... wherever she was, with her. She wasn't sure if the knowledge that she wasn't alone in the room was comforting or if it just added to the hopeless, oppressive feeling that engulfed her... There was no way to tell how long she had been trapped there, standing in her incredibly uncomfortable position. A few quiet moans of discomfort coming from her and (probably) Jynx were all that broke the seemingly deafening silence of the place... The longer she stood there in the dark silence, the more her thoughts strayed to what would become of her... Her captors must have wanted something with her and the other; they wouldn't have just left them there forever in the oppressive silence... She was conspicuiously naked and her positioning left her completely exposed, saved for her tail which she knew would offer no real resistance to anyone that would eventually came for her... There was no doubt that was what would happen; they wanted her little cubby holes, and there was nothing she could do to stop it... Whatever they desired of her, be it a sensual screw or a violent, savage raping, she would have no choice but to comply... She didn't notice at first that she had begun to grow wet. The thought of something, anything to break the silence, even knowing that it would mean becoming prey to whatever it wanted of her, was all she could think about now. As time passed, she began to fixate on what would happen once somebody did come for them... Would they be gentle? Would they beat her, and rape her? How big would they be, would she be able to handle them? How long would they use her for their pleasure? Forever? Longer? The more she thought about it, and the more exaggerated her imagination became, the more she unwittingly began to crave those things. She longed for someone to brutalized her, with giant cocks forcing their way into her far-too-small holes and forcing her to feel sensations beyond her comprehension. The fear had all but fled from her mind, replaced my maddening anticipation... She needed so desperately to be touched, filled, abused, anything to release the powder keg of arousal building with no means of release to be had. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, broken only by her and her (probably) sister's desperate, needy moans, both stilled when they heard the quiet echo of footsteps approaching. Sara very nearly came upon herself at the thought. Soon, someone would ravage her body against her will, as long and as harshly as they wanted, and she couldn't have been more excited about it...!\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
So for those that don't know, the one thing that can make a submissive even hotter than bondage is sensory deprivation bondage. Given enough time, we will work ourselves into a frenzy of desperation, worked to the point of orgasm by our own thoughts and yet unable to do anything to reach that peak... Never mind that everything that happens once someone does finally does decide to take us seems a billion times more significant... It's literally mind-blowing!
Anyway, this particular YCH came about as a result of another project I was working on with the artist. We were having a little trouble getting the position just right on that piece which resulted in a few extra sketches; those were later sold to the public. And, despite already knowing exactly what too expect, I couldn't help myself when the auction started... I just can't seem to control myself when it comes to cub bondage...
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