Nora had sat still as she could for a couple minutes after Gella had stepped out, having snapped a picture of her and...Cliffords poor lack of modesty. She'd tried to say or do anything to get the boy's attention, to make him calm down. But ever since she'd stepped out he'd been squirming, struggling, yipping and doing anything but looking at her. She knew escape was going to be very hard. She'd seen the back of his arms before he'd been strapped to her. The binders on their arms were double locked, and the leather itself felt much too resilient to tear through with claw. She'd been blushing...and with his form pressed against her, squirming and wiggling for an out she couldn't help but be hot down in her loins. She shook her head and told herself she couldn't let it take hold of her. But, she could feel the muscles in his body tensing and moving, feel his shuttle and balls rub on her unintentionally down under. His lean athletic physique was ever more apparent, he was somewhat muscled...At least as long as foxes went. She peeped out one more time, a "Mmmff..Pmmf." at him, this time though she allowed her head forward to rub his cheek. The nuzzle of sorts seemed to finally break his frantic kicking and mumbling, looking at her bewildered for a moment before the fear and uncertainty in her eyes reminded him that he wasn't alone. His thrashing ceased she motioned with her head to allow themselves to at least lay back down. His normally cream colored cheeks become more visibly red at the implication but he seemed to see the logic in not being stuck in such an uncomfortable position. He nodded slowly, eyes averted from her. She knew why, he was feeling a measure of arousal too. She'd felt the metal contraption on his cock thruming ever so slighty ever since he'd had the bag torn off his head. She didn't have time to think on the implications with this dire situation however, slowly and carefully she flexed her thighs, pulling them so that her legs were together in a line in front of her. He seemed to pick up on her plan and shimmied himself up onto her lap proper as she moved inward, both giving a involentary shiver at the movement. His butt was now firmly sitting on her legs, just above her knees. This task completed Nora started to lean back, bringing the boy with her, his own weight forcing them down onto the bed quicker than she'd hoped. His chest, head...entire body was pressed against her, with her back to the bed. He was on top of her now. It was at this point he was able to finally get his legs down from the sides. _______________________ But the relief of the strained muscles didn't last. Cliff was now entirely on top of this poor girl, his body stright like a board on top of her. He could feel her modest chest rubbing against his own, her warm coat and fuzzy face forced to nuzzle with his in this position. His chastity both a blessing and a source of discomfort at the same time in a position like this. But they laid like that a moment before he managed to leverage his weight right, allowing them to lay more or less side by side, but still face to face. He again began his struggles, trying to grip at the binding on his arms, but the bondage held firm, and any straps his did manage to get his paws on was firmly locked in place by metal padlocks he couldn't hope to break without leverage. So they laid like that for a while. The closeness he admitted was somewhat nice at least, he didn't know her well enough to have ever considered doing something like this. But he took some morbid comfort in the fact at least he wasn't alone in this strange place and most definitely WRONG situation. Just whatever Gella had planned terrified him.. Without any way of getting out, he relented and decided to just calm himself, brushing his head into his most definitely more scared companion. _______________________ It had been what felt like an hour or so when the door to the room clicked and opened to reveal the Pine Marten, now visibly naked herself. Her breasts a healthy B-cup size for her figure, certainly more impressive than Noras. She looked to be in a fantastic mood, and already had more equipment in her hands. "Sorry about that you two! Didn't really mean to keep you waiting, but the walk over to the PO box was a mess. Apparently discreet packaging means plastering 'Not Porn' on the box. So I had to get some major duct tape to cover those up. Girl like me can't be seen being a slut, that's for you two." She said, a sharp toothed grin overcoming her as she set down the box in question. Phone in hand and snapping another picture of her two captive love birds. Nora was breathing unevenly, her panic again setting in from her capture. But when she saw the box opened and what came out her ears tilted in confusion. Little...black bags? It looked like they were made of some sort of thick textile. But she didn't have to wonder long what they'd be used for. Because Gella was already coming up to them. She wrangled their four kicking little legs into a bundle in her arm, pressing them to the bed under. She then hopped on top of them, wrapping her own legs around and under them in a sitting kneel. Effectively pinning the squirming pair in place as she first flipped Nora to be on top of Cliff. His heavy breathing closer to her ear as a result as her head was forced next to his. Nora could...FEEL the minimal moisture coming from the Marten's nether region as she sat on the fox's legs. She was getting off to this! It didn't matter though, she felt one of those bag things slip over her bound hands, forcing her fingers inside. They were some sort of restrictive paw mitten. Once inside there was puffy gel in the middle of some sort that forced her fingers to wrap around and be held snug and stiff to the outside. She couldn't even try to scratch her way out of them with that! She was flipped over, allowing for Cliff to get his own set. His muffled complaints falling on deaf ears. "Oh quit your whining lover boy, you and our friend Nora are going to be my little pets for a while OK?" A scream back. "Nnfffm!" She leaned in to stradle the both of them, her own body snug to their sides. A low whisper coming from their tormenter. "You'll love eachother by the end of this, and when I'm leading you up those stairs back out whenever that happens.. You'll thank me on the way out. Because neither of you losers deserve eachother." She sat back up, grabbing belts from the edge of the bed and moving to restrain their legs independently at the knees and feet. After which the Marten finally, mercifully (or not) divorced the two from their forced closeness. Unclipping the collar and waist belt. Nora sighed relief at having a moment to not have to repress what had been eating at her. It didn't last though, it couldn't. It got worse in fact. In only five minutes Gella had managed to remove the cage on Cliff's groin. Allowing the now half mast member to sway in the draftless room. The fennec could only be suspicious, and he was right to be. His face was as disgusted as he could manage with the pink ballgag miring his ability to speak or express. "Don't give me that look Clifford, I just didn't want you two having too much fun before I got back. That little getup I had you two in wasn't enough I think. Honestly it was made to hold you until I could get more straps and gear. So-" She clapped her paws together, leaning over the box of toys she'd brought, leaving her rearend in full view of her captives. "I'm going to make sure the two of you get to know one another." She took out a key, that same key from before that Nora had seen, sticking it in the lock for the ballgag around Cliff's face. The appearal fell from his maw, immediately he began his retort. "If you don't let us out right now! If you don't let us go, I'll never g-Gaaa plmeth!" She'd grabbed him around the neck with her right arm, and with her left forced some sort of strange muzzle contraption on his face. As she pulled it further back and tightened it Nora realized with horror it was holding his mouth open at the back of the jaw with metal bars. Once fitted Nora similarly was fit with such a contraption, though she bothered to say nothing. If she was going to be tortured as a 'pet' she wouldn't give her kitnapper the pleasure of- "AAAAaaaa gnnoooh!!!" Nora screamed as the two of their maws were forced together in a kiss, and the contraption had two leather strips tightened and locked in place on either side. They were... KISSING and breathing into eathothers mouths... She could feel his tongue, no wiggle room was left inside the steamed compartment of air created between the two. Nora hadn't wanted her first kiss to be anything like this! Cliff looked sad, horrified, angry, none of it was what she wanted. The situation again causing her to choke back a sob. _______________________ "Man, you really are a cry baby." Gella rolled her eyes, watching her handywork. It was good as it was, but she wasn't done. Firstly, she needed to see if this stupid fox was in heat. She was happy to feel her victim squirm and try to move away when she marten-handled her way over to take a look at her kissy. The vulva didn't appear reddened or puffy like that she'd seen in sexual education. She'd never seen a female FOX in heat before but this was as good a guess as she could take. The next phase wouldn't be as delicious without the head, but what did it matter? It'd still kill their little souls inside. She did take a measure of pride in the fact as she pulled away from Nora's slit that it was moist. Not exactly 'I'm ready take me.' but enough to imply what she needed to know. The next part would be tricky, and two squirmy little canines would be tough to wrangle into the position she wanted. But she figured it'd be easier if she leashed them in place first. So she did. She clipped their leashes both to the same head of the bedpost with just long enough for the both of them to lay their heads on the pillows while they enjoyed their little smooches. Such cute little pets. This was going to be her greatest success~ hehe, to remold two little innocent teens compared to her unfathomable amounts of charm and scheming power. She wrestled with the restrained pair until her plan for the night was complete. To the horror of both parties. She'd again reintroduced the waist strap, but not before tying their arms around eachother into a mutual bear hug. If they were going to spend the rest of the evening together they might as well be embracing after all. This time she didn't reintroduce the cage, nor did she place Cliff in a position of inability to RUT. In fact though the clever use of additional straps around the waist and thighs forced the poor boy's cock to be just a smallll distance away from her slit. If he reached full mast as he was he'd be just kissing the inside of her slit's lips. And if he so wished, or she... They could have at it allllll night. Gella had also repositioned Nora's legs, they were now wrapped around Cliff's hips in something similar to a Squat Thrust position she'd seen in a book. She knew this would be a longer therapy, the two of them would resist the urge for as long as possible. But he couldn't even contain his member when he was in a cage, what chance did he have like this? _______________________ What chance could I have like this!? Cliff was panicing, Gella had sauntered out of the room with a "Now... Now you can enjoy eachother all evening!" Before she closed the door and locked it again. Nora was wrapped around him with her arms, with her legs! His cock was no more than an inch from her...Her sex! And and he couldn't...This was too much. All of it. He dared not try to squirm out of this one. He'd held his tongue deathly still, tried to breath through his nose exclusively to not interact with Nora's mouth pressed to his. But none of it was helping! He tried to think of anything else. But he kept coming back to the intimate feeling that he could not escape. This wasn't what he wanted! But his body was screaming back 'This is exactly what I want!' his dick was throbbing slowly but surely up, and up, and up. His hot length just barely kissing at her underway. When he felt it just barely he felt her shiver, he could feel her hold back a moan in their kissing maws. He could see her eyes conflicted as he was. She wasn't faring well though. He could see something in her eyes, a wanting. Her tail was swishing from between her spread legs, feathering his butt and tailhole. Gods above! He couldn't take it! He could feel it going in! When would this nightmare end?