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Enjoy!", "writing": "There was a truck outside.\n\n\nVi noticed it when she woke up. She’d had a poor night’s sleep, the kind that resulted in waking before the sun rose and getting coffee to keep it that way. The fennec fox’s sleep schedule wasn’t always erratic, but she had no clear reason why it was terrible now. It just came and went. Unlike the moving truck.\n\n\nShe assumed that was what it was. What else could it be? No one parked a truck in her suburb without dropping something off or picking something up. The trouble was that she hadn’t seen any for-sale signs as of late, nor had she heard from anyone that they were planning on moving out. If she did, Vi could assume the blank white truck was just a cheap moving crew, the kind that were recommended by word-of-mouth instead of online with a Yelp review. But there were no signs, no gossip, and no decals. There was just a medium-sized white moving truck parked across the street that cast a shadow with the rising sun.\n\n\nThe coffeemaker beeped. She picked up her mug and took a sip without taking her eye off the truck. Vi immediately regretted that decision with a burnt tongue howl, dropping her mug into the sink where it clattered. \n\n\n“Shit!” she swore, failing to keep her tongue still. “Hot, hot, hot. Fuck.” Where caffeine failed her, pain succeeded in getting the fox wide awake as she scrambled for ice water to ease the pain. Fenny came out to see the commotion. She was struck with the image of her big sister’s head held over an open glass so her tongue could sink between ice cubes. \n\n\n“Did you forget to blow?” She asked, her ears dropping with disappointment at Vi’s reluctant response. She raised her brow after a glance at the coffee machine. “You didn’t break it, did you?”\n\n\nVi, not wanting to hurt her tongue in reminding Fenny that she was the only one to have broken it, raised a middle finger instead. The green-haired fennec fox chuckled to herself and started making breakfast for both of them. \n\n\n“Did you see the truck outside?” Vi asked when she could.\n\n\nFenny gave a non-committal nod that meant she wasn’t paying attention. This earned her a prodding in the shoulder. “What?”\n\n\n“There’s a truck outside.”\n\n\n“OK?” Fenny looked at her sister like she was crazy, “So?”\n\n\n“Isn’t that a little odd?”\n\n\n“Why?”\n\n\nVi caught herself midway through correcting Fenny when she realized the fox didn’t deflect as she expected. “What?”\n\n\n“Why is that odd?” Fenny pointed over her shoulder to a different window, presumably where she thought Vi’s concern was. “A truck is a truck. Some guys like to haul.”\n\n\n“Not that kind of truck. A moving truck.”\n\n\n“By its name, it isn’t odd. People need big trucks to move their stuff.” \n\n\nVi gave a mixture of a sigh and a growl that accompanied her testing the elasticity of her face. Fenny continued eating her cereal, used to her sister’s reactions by now. “You consider taking a day off this week?”\n\n\nShe blinked. “What? No,” Vi said, “Why would I do that?”\n\n\n“Because I can tell this lack-of-sleep issue is starting to make you paranoid.”\n\n\nWhat retort Vi had fell apart in the split second she thought about it. On one hand, Fenny was right to a degree. Even she’d admitted a lack of sleep made her more antsy and prone to insinuations. Once when she’d struggled to sleep for a week, she assumed her neighbor was cheating on his wife with another man, only to later learn that his wife was a cuckquean and he was bisexual. \n\n\nBut on the other hand, it was odd that there was a truck outside with no decals. She’d not seen anyone leave it, and the windows were too dark a tint to see through from a distance. Maybe if she had binoculars, but Fenny threw those out after the neighbor incident nearly branded her big sister a voyeur. \n\n\n“Shut up,” Vi said, deflated with furled ears and a defeated glance away. \n\n\nFenny sighed, “Can you call out sick today?” \n\n\n“I don’t need to take a sick day, I work from home.”\n\n\nFenny gave her a wry, judging look. “Vi,”\n\n\n“Everybody does it.”\n\n\n“Not my workaholic big sister,” Fenny said, pointing back to their couch as she added, “Do you know how many times I’ve seen you take work out of your office when we should be watching TV?”\n\n\n“That was one…two…” Vi sighed, “Ok, fine. I’ll use some sick time to get some sleep.”\n\n\n“Good,” Fenny checked her phone, eyes widening in alarm, “Meanwhile, those of us who have return-to-office mandates are about to be late.”\n\n\nUshering her sister along, Vi took one last look at the truck outside before closing the blinds. She needed better sleep; that had to be it. But sleep was an enigma. The more one wanted it, the less they got it. Except when that worked out, but that wasn’t today. God, Vi wished that were her issue. \n\n\nAfter emailing her boss for a last-minute sick day, she took to her bed. She tossed and turned for what must have been hours. Her bedside clock said ten minutes. Her body ached too much to make the bed comfortable anyway. \n\n\nThe doorbell rang thirty minutes later. Vi, having spent most of that time on her couch imagining the painted grooves in her ceiling as some snowy landscape from a bird's eye view, fell forward in alarm. She caught herself. The doorbell rang again. \n\n\n“Coming!” she shouted, wrapping herself in a bathrobe so no one saw her underwear and the lack of a bra she slept in. Opening the door, she found herself standing in the overcast shadow of a tall wide-chested tiger in a tight brown jumpsuit and peaked cap. The kind of tight that left little to the imagination. \n\n\n“Are you the resident of this domicile?” The tiger asked, smiling more friendly than the standard dead-eyed deliveryman. Vi nodded, wondering for a brief moment how nice those green eyes would look between her legs. She shook her head to shake the image, mentally cursing her reactive infatuation. The tiger frowned. \n\n\n“Is that a no?” \n\n\n“No! I-I mean, no, that’s not a no. Yes, I live here.”\n\n\n“Great!” he said, thrusting an electronic clipboard forward, “I need you to sign here. Package delivery.”\n\n\nVi didn’t remember buying anything, but the tiger’s look told her she didn’t care. Besides, odds were high that whatever package he delivered belonged to Fenny. Her sister wasn’t what she would call a shopaholic,c but the stack of boxes they tossed out every week would call her a liar if it could. \n\n\nAnd sure enough, there was a package. A small box that stood neatly in the palm of both hands as he passed it off, bidding her farewell. Odd since Fenny’s packages normally required two hands at awkward angles to hold, meaning she needed some strapping, strong men to carry them inside. \n\n\nVi told herself she wasn’t one to care about what her sister bought. She wouldn’t sit it down on the coffee table and stare at it for hours. No, it belonged in her sister’s room like the rest of her junk. Yet she found herself pondering in the presence of it, legs crossing over and over as she considered what could be inside the little box she’d put on the table. \n\n\nJewelry? Fenny wasn’t the type. A gift card? The box was too big. She considered calling her sister, but that’d be met with a “Don’t look at me” look. In fairness, she’d only done it twice, and one of those times the box of that monster dildo had been broken open. She respected her sister’s privacy. \n\n\nFenny, meanwhile, still liked to sneak into her room to ‘borrow’ tops.\n\n\nAfter another hour of failing to sleep, she opened the box. There were no jewels, no plushies, or whatever she imagined fitting inside the box. Instead, there looked to be a bulb attached to a black base with a string pulled from the tab she lifted. The fennec found no switch. There was a battery port, but that required a screwdriver, so small she didn’t see the point of opening it. \n\n\n“What the hell?” She muttered to herself.\n\n\nThe front door knob jiggled. Vi’s ears perked at the sound of a key sliding into a lock. Judging by her phone’s clock, it was too early for Fenny to be home. Next to the clock, the symbols for Wifi and data coverage were gone. She blinked, confused at what she had no bars. They always had a good reception.\n\n\nThe door slammed open. Vi fell backwards over her couch, catching herself just in time to hide behind it. Slow, deliberate footsteps echoed from the front door, the kind made from heavy boots. The door closed shut. She gulped, her heart racing as the unknown intruder drew near. The tiniest part of her screamed in joy at validation since this surely had to do with the truck. She snuffed it out to keep quiet. \n\n\nCareful, Vi peered over the couch as the footsteps came closer. A wide figure in a dark jumpsuit and a ski mask with bullhorn holes stepped into the living room. Gloved hands trailed along the wall as he trailed through her home like a minotaur in a maze, searching for something. She held her breath. He was searching for her. \n\n\nThis wasn’t a big house. They had a front entrance, a back with a fenced-in yard, and a garage. The garage door was too loud when opening. If she were quiet enough, she could sneak out beyond the paned glass doors. Hopping the fence was another question. It was over six feet tall. The winter chill didn’t do her any favors either. \n\n\nThe bull’s footsteps came closer. One. Two. Three. Vi’s back hugged the couch. Her breathing stifled. \n\n\nThey stepped away. Her bedroom door creaked open. As delicate as a feral cat, Vi crawled across the floor, ducking to the next hallway to the back door. Once in sight, she darted forward, her bathrobe peeling off from the sudden acceleration. \n\n\nA figure stepped out on the other side before she reached the door. His outfits matched his compatriots save for two details. First, his mask had no horns. Second, his tail slipped through to reveal orange and black stripes. \n\n\nThick and gloved hands covered her mouth, making a scream out of her hushed swear. Vi thrashed, kicking her legs out as the bull lifted her high off the ground. “What took you so long?” He shouted, casually keeping her in check as the tiger slipped inside. “I thought you said you could hop the fence?”\n\n\n“I did,” he argued, pulling a bundle of rope from his backpack. “It just took a few tries.”\n\n\n“A few tries? You said you could get it in one.”\n\n\n“Hey, even pros miss free shots.”\n\n\n“Oh, so you’re a pro now?” \n\n\nThe tiger rolled his eyes, tying a loop around the flailing legs with enough expertise that Vi had been rendered useless despite her attempts. The kicks and struggling didn’t do anything to deter him. The bull’s gloves, meanwhile, were too thick to bite down on. \n\n\n“I knew it!” Vi shouted as the pull twisted her around to force her arms behind her. The sudden declaration gave them pause. Not enough to stop what they were doing, as felt by the zip ties being looped around her thumb and the following cuffs to her wrists. “You’re from the truck!” \n\n\n“Told ya she noticed us,” the tiger said, fitting a fat ball gag into a maw forced open by his partner. \n\n\n“Course she saw us. We parked across the street.”\n\n\n“I told you that was too obvious.”\n\n\nShe looked up to see the bull staring deadpan at his partner. “You ever grow up in a suburb? Do you know how easy it is to stand out in a place where everyone sees the same car every day? Of course, it was gonna be obvious. Not like we’ve got some big fancy luxury condos or low-rent apartments to hide behind.” \n\n\nThe tiger sighed as if he’d grown used to this level of ranting despite his best efforts. “Ok, ok, you made your point.”\n\n\n“Have I? I can bet the next job we do, you’ll say I’m in an obvious spot when there is no other spot. What do you want from me? Camouflage? A cloaking device? This isn’t some cyberpunk novel, Troy.” \n\n\nTroy, the tiger, looked up at his partner with irksome eyes. “Really, Carl?” he sighed, “We’ve been over this.”\n\n\n“So much that you just broke it,” said Carl, the bull.\n\n\n“Because you…nevermind. Get her up.” \n\n\nCarl hoisted Vi over his shoulder, his biceps enough to make her wiggling attempts fruitless. Back in the living room, they set her down on the nearby couch. Troy left for the kitchen, rattling about through drawers until he came back with a pair of scissors. Vi shook her head at the sight of them. Carl kept her steady. \n\n\n“We’ve got a few hours,” Troy said, snipping away her bra and panties. “How do you want to store her?” \n\n\nVi was thankful they weren’t her favorites or expensive, but now she had nothing to stop them from noticing how tight her nipples were. Behind the rational voice screaming internally was a horny voice whispering into her ear. \n\n\nCarl hummed in thought, leaning his head back to get a view of the ceiling. “She’s pretty light. We could suspend her.”\n\n\nTroy scoffed, “Against what? The ceiling fan.”\n\n\nCarl kept his gaze deadpan on Troy as he pointed up. Knowing exactly what he noticed, Vi’s head slumped between her shoulders, her facial fur growing a shade pinker. Troy looked up, suddenly smiling at the anchoring hooks above them. “Well, I’ll be. That wasn’t in the briefing.”\n\n\n“Never is,” said Carl.\n\n\nOne of the pair left for their truck, returning with more rope and bondage gear, including a blindfold, which Vi protested against. As with everything else, they ignored her. Carl was strong enough to keep her steady, but Troy never undid her entire bindings, just enough to change how they were being tied, one pair of limbs at a time. Before she knew it, Vi was tied in a silk rope harness pushing her breasts out and running through her crotch. Her arms were bound behind her while her legs were locked ankle to knee as if they were useless flippers. It wasn’t completely unbearable until the suspension. \n\n\nVi wasn’t heavy. Either of her captors could toss her around like a rag doll. Carl had the job simply because his size made it easier. But she wasn’t prepared to feel the weight of gravity pressing down on her. The ropes dug into her fur, her toes curling as one rope in particular ground at the right spot between her legs. Teeth gritted the gag, her grunts muffled, and the two didn’t seem bothered at all. They just kept talking about sports like she was little more than an office water cooler. \n\n\nTo add insult to injury, they turned on her TV to watch some. She lived with Fenny long enough to know there weren’t any games in the middle of the day. She also knew enough lingo to realize it was a podcast. Vi wasn’t expecting torture. Her captors tapped her to spin whenever she got too loud. \n\n\nAfter thirty minutes, half the broadcast, they let her down and redid her tie. After letting her legs stretch, which she did with flailing kicks that went nowhere, they tested her flexibility with a hogtie that pulled her legs behind her ears. \n\n\nCarl whistled when they rested her on the coffee table, “Well, I’ll be, that’s a sturdy one. Think they got it at Ikea?” \n\n\n“Or she’s just light. You need to start shopping for your size.”\n\n\n“Hey man, I don’t have the space for my size.”\n\n\n“Can’t you and your girlfriend afford a bigger place now?” \n\n\nCarl groaned at the reminder, “She is not interested in leaving. Would ruin her routine too much.”\n\n\nAs much as Vi wanted to interject, which was very little, she spent her time trying to shimmy off the table. Troy kept a hand on her when she reached the edge, pulling her back despite protests. Her grunts were closer to moans than she wanted.\n\n\n“She’s probably bored. Got the vibes?” Carl asked.\n\n\n“Yeah. It's a bit early to use them, but maybe it’ll keep her still.”\n\n\nWhat followed was the sound of ripped tape, the rifling of bags, and the feel of cool, gloved hands trailing over her sensitive bits. Her voice cracked at every flick and pinch, with thick fingers squeezing her tight nipples and patting her moist cunt. Small bullet vibes were pressed and tapped down against her nipples and one to her cunt. The buzz was low. Steady. Debilitating. \n\n\nThey continued watching TV and talking, ignoring her plight outside, the occasional increase or decrease of her vibes. Somehow, they knew when to stop, leaving her denied and wanting until her gagged threats were pleas for them to finish. A growing part of her wondered why neither bothered using her for themselves. Ignoring that the bull seemed to have a partner, Troy offered no reasoning why he couldn’t. The thought of his cock pounding her immobile form wracked her brain. He’d be rough, growling, his teeth bracing her neck as she was helpless to do anything. \n\n\nA doorbell knocked her out of her thoughts. \n\n\n“Finally,” Troy clapped his knees getting up, “Took her damn time. Get her ready, will ya?” \n\n\nHer? Fenny? Vi’s eyes widened when they pulled the blindfold off. Arousal be damned, she thrashed against the bull’s grip as he hoisted her over to the couch. He ignored her attempts, more keen on making her naked body presentable to whomever entered the living room than what she could do.\n\n\nHer little sister arrived behind the tiger. Instead of shock, horror, or concern, the green-haired fennec fox’s face lit up in wide-eyed excitement that made Vi tilt her head with confusion. \n\n\n“Holy shit, you guys had her tied up like this the entire time?” Fenny’s tone made things fall into place with Vi, and she did not like what the finished puzzle looked like. \n\n\nTroy shook his head. “No, no. We changed it on occasion. We’ll need to change it again in a few minutes. Are you satisfied with the service?” \n\n\nHer ears fell when Fenny nodded, then heightened with a growl as she talked about payment. The vibes were raised in response. “So, where do I pay you guys? Venmo? I couldn’t find it on the site.”\n\n\nPuzzled at the question, Troy opened his phone. “Ah, I see the issue,” he nodded knowingly, “You don’t need to worry. It’s already been paid for.”\n\n\nFenny frowned. “By who?”\n\n\n“Same person who paid for this.” In the blink of an eye, Troy moved behind Fenny, locking her arms in a quick grapple. Carl moved unprompted, pulling a gag from his bag and stuffing it behind her teeth. Unlike Vi, Fenny knew where best to hit. Unfortunately for both of them, Carl wore a cap to protect himself. \n\n\nWith scissors, rope, and enough manpower to keep the tiny woman at bay, the two had Fenny bound and beside her sister in a matter of moments. Troy wiped his brow at a job well done while the bear started latching vibrators against her sensitive bits. “She really expected we’d take payment after service?”\n\n\n“You can ask her.” Troy pulled out a camera stand and a separate smartphone.\n\n\nThe bull laughed, “Right. Like I’m gonna risk getting bit when I free that mouth.”\n\n\n“You have gloves.”\n\n\n“And she looks like she bites harder.” \n\n\nVi tried kicking him at that. It only served to make her fall forward, saved from the floor by her captor’s grace. \n\n\n“So you’re both no doubt confused, especially since one of you hired us,” Troy said, setting up the recording process. “Well, the truth is we were hired by someone else first. Nothing too crazy, probably someone you know. We’re supposed to give a few recordings and a live feed once we’ve gotten you both. Neither of you has to do anything. In fact, it’d be great if you had natural reactions to the stimuli.”\n\n\n“Stimuli,” Carl mimicked mockingly, having tied down the last of the bullet vibes to Fenny’s cunt.\n\n\nTroy ignored his partner. “For the next few hours, we’re going to put you in some listed ties for the benefactor. Afterwards, we’ll be loading you up in the truck for delivery. All goes well, you’ll be in their custody by midnight.”\n\n\n“Wait, midnight?” Carl asked.\n\n\nTroy dropped his hand as if holding a script as he looked his partner dead-eyed. With a sigh, he nuzzled his temple. “Dude, you need to start reading the job descriptions.”\n\n\nThe bull shrugged, “Fine, fine. Just let me make a phone call.”\n\n\n“Come back with your mask on!” Troy shouted as his partner left, pulling his ski mask back over. “Don’t worry. We’re professionals.” \n\n\nThe next few hours were filled with the whirring of toys, the mouthful moans of Vi and Fenny, the rustling and binding, and occasional pleading when the vibrations stopped. Masked and gloved, Troy and Carl could step into frame without issue to change the bindings. Vi had long since given up fighting it, having resorted to pleading for relief when given moments to stretch. Fenny leaned into her role more, playing the perfect little damsel despite Vi’s frustrations. What smoldering embers the blue-haired fennec had flared up at her sister’s playful demeanor. \n\n\n“You know, I’m getting sick of her attitude.” Carl pushed Vi’s back against the cushions. With care, he set Fenny over her sister’s head and added a quick tie to keep her mound’s pressure flat against Vi’s forehead. The bull seemed happy with the forced facesitting, or at least that’s what Vi imagined from his chuckle. Fenny, meanwhile, started grinding her head against her sister’s scalp.\n\n\n“She’s got the right idea,” Carl said, turning up the vibes. Troy, for his part, that Vi could see when Fenny’s legs allowed it, seemed disinterested in the affair. Like this was nothing more than a basic job for him. \n\n\nHours of different ties and positions had left Vi and Fenny exhausted and aching. As a mercy, their captors let them rest separated, though their legs were bound together and their arms were tied in the front with black mittens keeping them from fumbling. Vi wasn’t sure she would have tried if not, their ropework was beyond her capability. \n\n\nTroy’s phone pinged. “Ok, benefactor is ready,” he said, putting it away and nodding to Carl. The bull headed outside. Several minutes later, both girls heard the garage door open, followed by their captor returning from that entrance. He hoisted Fenny over his shoulder. Troy, instead of carrying Vi, simply pulled her up by her bindings and made her hop forward, one hand close to make sure she didn’t drop. \n\n\nFenny’s car was parked outside as though she hadn’t intended to use the garage, earning some side eye from Vi. Like the professionals they were, Carl and Troy unbound and rebounded them together, forcing them into a hug with their hands locked behind the other’s backs and legs twisting with one another. Fenny’s gag came off first, then Vi’s. Carl needed one hand to keep both open while Troy locked a shared ball gag between them.\n\n\n“I’d offer you fine ladies a book to keep yourselves entertained, but this wand will have to do,” Carl tied a vibrating wand between the two foxes. They whimpered when it sprang to life, bodies straining against the rope. The bull then stuffed them in a waiting box with holes. With Troy’s help, they were pushed into the truck and latched down for stability. \n\n\n“Don’t worry about holding back,” Carl said, tapping the crate, “You can enjoy yourselves for the ride.”\n\n\nThe truck began to move. The wand went stronger. Vi thought of nothing else but her edge coming undone.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "There was a truck outside.


Vi noticed it when she woke up. She’d had a poor night’s sleep, the kind that resulted in waking before the sun rose and getting coffee to keep it that way. The fennec fox’s sleep schedule wasn’t always erratic, but she had no clear reason why it was terrible now. It just came and went. Unlike the moving truck.


She assumed that was what it was. What else could it be? No one parked a truck in her suburb without dropping something off or picking something up. The trouble was that she hadn’t seen any for-sale signs as of late, nor had she heard from anyone that they were planning on moving out. If she did, Vi could assume the blank white truck was just a cheap moving crew, the kind that were recommended by word-of-mouth instead of online with a Yelp review. But there were no signs, no gossip, and no decals. There was just a medium-sized white moving truck parked across the street that cast a shadow with the rising sun.


The coffeemaker beeped. She picked up her mug and took a sip without taking her eye off the truck. Vi immediately regretted that decision with a burnt tongue howl, dropping her mug into the sink where it clattered.


“Shit!” she swore, failing to keep her tongue still. “Hot, hot, hot. Fuck.” Where caffeine failed her, pain succeeded in getting the fox wide awake as she scrambled for ice water to ease the pain. Fenny came out to see the commotion. She was struck with the image of her big sister’s head held over an open glass so her tongue could sink between ice cubes.


“Did you forget to blow?” She asked, her ears dropping with disappointment at Vi’s reluctant response. She raised her brow after a glance at the coffee machine. “You didn’t break it, did you?”


Vi, not wanting to hurt her tongue in reminding Fenny that she was the only one to have broken it, raised a middle finger instead. The green-haired fennec fox chuckled to herself and started making breakfast for both of them.


“Did you see the truck outside?” Vi asked when she could.


Fenny gave a non-committal nod that meant she wasn’t paying attention. This earned her a prodding in the shoulder. “What?”


“There’s a truck outside.”


“OK?” Fenny looked at her sister like she was crazy, “So?”


“Isn’t that a little odd?”


“Why?”


Vi caught herself midway through correcting Fenny when she realized the fox didn’t deflect as she expected. “What?”


“Why is that odd?” Fenny pointed over her shoulder to a different window, presumably where she thought Vi’s concern was. “A truck is a truck. Some guys like to haul.”


“Not that kind of truck. A moving truck.”


“By its name, it isn’t odd. People need big trucks to move their stuff.”


Vi gave a mixture of a sigh and a growl that accompanied her testing the elasticity of her face. Fenny continued eating her cereal, used to her sister’s reactions by now. “You consider taking a day off this week?”


She blinked. “What? No,” Vi said, “Why would I do that?”


“Because I can tell this lack-of-sleep issue is starting to make you paranoid.”


What retort Vi had fell apart in the split second she thought about it. On one hand, Fenny was right to a degree. Even she’d admitted a lack of sleep made her more antsy and prone to insinuations. Once when she’d struggled to sleep for a week, she assumed her neighbor was cheating on his wife with another man, only to later learn that his wife was a cuckquean and he was bisexual.


But on the other hand, it was odd that there was a truck outside with no decals. She’d not seen anyone leave it, and the windows were too dark a tint to see through from a distance. Maybe if she had binoculars, but Fenny threw those out after the neighbor incident nearly branded her big sister a voyeur.


“Shut up,” Vi said, deflated with furled ears and a defeated glance away.


Fenny sighed, “Can you call out sick today?”


“I don’t need to take a sick day, I work from home.”


Fenny gave her a wry, judging look. “Vi,”


“Everybody does it.”


“Not my workaholic big sister,” Fenny said, pointing back to their couch as she added, “Do you know how many times I’ve seen you take work out of your office when we should be watching TV?”


“That was one…two…” Vi sighed, “Ok, fine. I’ll use some sick time to get some sleep.”


“Good,” Fenny checked her phone, eyes widening in alarm, “Meanwhile, those of us who have return-to-office mandates are about to be late.”


Ushering her sister along, Vi took one last look at the truck outside before closing the blinds. She needed better sleep; that had to be it. But sleep was an enigma. The more one wanted it, the less they got it. Except when that worked out, but that wasn’t today. God, Vi wished that were her issue.


After emailing her boss for a last-minute sick day, she took to her bed. She tossed and turned for what must have been hours. Her bedside clock said ten minutes. Her body ached too much to make the bed comfortable anyway.


The doorbell rang thirty minutes later. Vi, having spent most of that time on her couch imagining the painted grooves in her ceiling as some snowy landscape from a bird's eye view, fell forward in alarm. She caught herself. The doorbell rang again.


“Coming!” she shouted, wrapping herself in a bathrobe so no one saw her underwear and the lack of a bra she slept in. Opening the door, she found herself standing in the overcast shadow of a tall wide-chested tiger in a tight brown jumpsuit and peaked cap. The kind of tight that left little to the imagination.


“Are you the resident of this domicile?” The tiger asked, smiling more friendly than the standard dead-eyed deliveryman. Vi nodded, wondering for a brief moment how nice those green eyes would look between her legs. She shook her head to shake the image, mentally cursing her reactive infatuation. The tiger frowned.


“Is that a no?”


“No! I-I mean, no, that’s not a no. Yes, I live here.”


“Great!” he said, thrusting an electronic clipboard forward, “I need you to sign here. Package delivery.”


Vi didn’t remember buying anything, but the tiger’s look told her she didn’t care. Besides, odds were high that whatever package he delivered belonged to Fenny. Her sister wasn’t what she would call a shopaholic,c but the stack of boxes they tossed out every week would call her a liar if it could.


And sure enough, there was a package. A small box that stood neatly in the palm of both hands as he passed it off, bidding her farewell. Odd since Fenny’s packages normally required two hands at awkward angles to hold, meaning she needed some strapping, strong men to carry them inside.


Vi told herself she wasn’t one to care about what her sister bought. She wouldn’t sit it down on the coffee table and stare at it for hours. No, it belonged in her sister’s room like the rest of her junk. Yet she found herself pondering in the presence of it, legs crossing over and over as she considered what could be inside the little box she’d put on the table.


Jewelry? Fenny wasn’t the type. A gift card? The box was too big. She considered calling her sister, but that’d be met with a “Don’t look at me” look. In fairness, she’d only done it twice, and one of those times the box of that monster dildo had been broken open. She respected her sister’s privacy.


Fenny, meanwhile, still liked to sneak into her room to ‘borrow’ tops.


After another hour of failing to sleep, she opened the box. There were no jewels, no plushies, or whatever she imagined fitting inside the box. Instead, there looked to be a bulb attached to a black base with a string pulled from the tab she lifted. The fennec found no switch. There was a battery port, but that required a screwdriver, so small she didn’t see the point of opening it.


“What the hell?” She muttered to herself.


The front door knob jiggled. Vi’s ears perked at the sound of a key sliding into a lock. Judging by her phone’s clock, it was too early for Fenny to be home. Next to the clock, the symbols for Wifi and data coverage were gone. She blinked, confused at what she had no bars. They always had a good reception.


The door slammed open. Vi fell backwards over her couch, catching herself just in time to hide behind it. Slow, deliberate footsteps echoed from the front door, the kind made from heavy boots. The door closed shut. She gulped, her heart racing as the unknown intruder drew near. The tiniest part of her screamed in joy at validation since this surely had to do with the truck. She snuffed it out to keep quiet.


Careful, Vi peered over the couch as the footsteps came closer. A wide figure in a dark jumpsuit and a ski mask with bullhorn holes stepped into the living room. Gloved hands trailed along the wall as he trailed through her home like a minotaur in a maze, searching for something. She held her breath. He was searching for her.


This wasn’t a big house. They had a front entrance, a back with a fenced-in yard, and a garage. The garage door was too loud when opening. If she were quiet enough, she could sneak out beyond the paned glass doors. Hopping the fence was another question. It was over six feet tall. The winter chill didn’t do her any favors either.


The bull’s footsteps came closer. One. Two. Three. Vi’s back hugged the couch. Her breathing stifled.


They stepped away. Her bedroom door creaked open. As delicate as a feral cat, Vi crawled across the floor, ducking to the next hallway to the back door. Once in sight, she darted forward, her bathrobe peeling off from the sudden acceleration.


A figure stepped out on the other side before she reached the door. His outfits matched his compatriots save for two details. First, his mask had no horns. Second, his tail slipped through to reveal orange and black stripes.


Thick and gloved hands covered her mouth, making a scream out of her hushed swear. Vi thrashed, kicking her legs out as the bull lifted her high off the ground. “What took you so long?” He shouted, casually keeping her in check as the tiger slipped inside. “I thought you said you could hop the fence?”


“I did,” he argued, pulling a bundle of rope from his backpack. “It just took a few tries.”


“A few tries? You said you could get it in one.”


“Hey, even pros miss free shots.”


“Oh, so you’re a pro now?”


The tiger rolled his eyes, tying a loop around the flailing legs with enough expertise that Vi had been rendered useless despite her attempts. The kicks and struggling didn’t do anything to deter him. The bull’s gloves, meanwhile, were too thick to bite down on.


“I knew it!” Vi shouted as the pull twisted her around to force her arms behind her. The sudden declaration gave them pause. Not enough to stop what they were doing, as felt by the zip ties being looped around her thumb and the following cuffs to her wrists. “You’re from the truck!”


“Told ya she noticed us,” the tiger said, fitting a fat ball gag into a maw forced open by his partner.


“Course she saw us. We parked across the street.”


“I told you that was too obvious.”


She looked up to see the bull staring deadpan at his partner. “You ever grow up in a suburb? Do you know how easy it is to stand out in a place where everyone sees the same car every day? Of course, it was gonna be obvious. Not like we’ve got some big fancy luxury condos or low-rent apartments to hide behind.”


The tiger sighed as if he’d grown used to this level of ranting despite his best efforts. “Ok, ok, you made your point.”


“Have I? I can bet the next job we do, you’ll say I’m in an obvious spot when there is no other spot. What do you want from me? Camouflage? A cloaking device? This isn’t some cyberpunk novel, Troy.”


Troy, the tiger, looked up at his partner with irksome eyes. “Really, Carl?” he sighed, “We’ve been over this.”


“So much that you just broke it,” said Carl, the bull.


“Because you…nevermind. Get her up.”


Carl hoisted Vi over his shoulder, his biceps enough to make her wiggling attempts fruitless. Back in the living room, they set her down on the nearby couch. Troy left for the kitchen, rattling about through drawers until he came back with a pair of scissors. Vi shook her head at the sight of them. Carl kept her steady.


“We’ve got a few hours,” Troy said, snipping away her bra and panties. “How do you want to store her?”


Vi was thankful they weren’t her favorites or expensive, but now she had nothing to stop them from noticing how tight her nipples were. Behind the rational voice screaming internally was a horny voice whispering into her ear.


Carl hummed in thought, leaning his head back to get a view of the ceiling. “She’s pretty light. We could suspend her.”


Troy scoffed, “Against what? The ceiling fan.”


Carl kept his gaze deadpan on Troy as he pointed up. Knowing exactly what he noticed, Vi’s head slumped between her shoulders, her facial fur growing a shade pinker. Troy looked up, suddenly smiling at the anchoring hooks above them. “Well, I’ll be. That wasn’t in the briefing.”


“Never is,” said Carl.


One of the pair left for their truck, returning with more rope and bondage gear, including a blindfold, which Vi protested against. As with everything else, they ignored her. Carl was strong enough to keep her steady, but Troy never undid her entire bindings, just enough to change how they were being tied, one pair of limbs at a time. Before she knew it, Vi was tied in a silk rope harness pushing her breasts out and running through her crotch. Her arms were bound behind her while her legs were locked ankle to knee as if they were useless flippers. It wasn’t completely unbearable until the suspension.


Vi wasn’t heavy. Either of her captors could toss her around like a rag doll. Carl had the job simply because his size made it easier. But she wasn’t prepared to feel the weight of gravity pressing down on her. The ropes dug into her fur, her toes curling as one rope in particular ground at the right spot between her legs. Teeth gritted the gag, her grunts muffled, and the two didn’t seem bothered at all. They just kept talking about sports like she was little more than an office water cooler.


To add insult to injury, they turned on her TV to watch some. She lived with Fenny long enough to know there weren’t any games in the middle of the day. She also knew enough lingo to realize it was a podcast. Vi wasn’t expecting torture. Her captors tapped her to spin whenever she got too loud.


After thirty minutes, half the broadcast, they let her down and redid her tie. After letting her legs stretch, which she did with flailing kicks that went nowhere, they tested her flexibility with a hogtie that pulled her legs behind her ears.


Carl whistled when they rested her on the coffee table, “Well, I’ll be, that’s a sturdy one. Think they got it at Ikea?”


“Or she’s just light. You need to start shopping for your size.”


“Hey man, I don’t have the space for my size.”


“Can’t you and your girlfriend afford a bigger place now?”


Carl groaned at the reminder, “She is not interested in leaving. Would ruin her routine too much.”


As much as Vi wanted to interject, which was very little, she spent her time trying to shimmy off the table. Troy kept a hand on her when she reached the edge, pulling her back despite protests. Her grunts were closer to moans than she wanted.


“She’s probably bored. Got the vibes?” Carl asked.


“Yeah. It's a bit early to use them, but maybe it’ll keep her still.”


What followed was the sound of ripped tape, the rifling of bags, and the feel of cool, gloved hands trailing over her sensitive bits. Her voice cracked at every flick and pinch, with thick fingers squeezing her tight nipples and patting her moist cunt. Small bullet vibes were pressed and tapped down against her nipples and one to her cunt. The buzz was low. Steady. Debilitating.


They continued watching TV and talking, ignoring her plight outside, the occasional increase or decrease of her vibes. Somehow, they knew when to stop, leaving her denied and wanting until her gagged threats were pleas for them to finish. A growing part of her wondered why neither bothered using her for themselves. Ignoring that the bull seemed to have a partner, Troy offered no reasoning why he couldn’t. The thought of his cock pounding her immobile form wracked her brain. He’d be rough, growling, his teeth bracing her neck as she was helpless to do anything.


A doorbell knocked her out of her thoughts.


“Finally,” Troy clapped his knees getting up, “Took her damn time. Get her ready, will ya?”


Her? Fenny? Vi’s eyes widened when they pulled the blindfold off. Arousal be damned, she thrashed against the bull’s grip as he hoisted her over to the couch. He ignored her attempts, more keen on making her naked body presentable to whomever entered the living room than what she could do.


Her little sister arrived behind the tiger. Instead of shock, horror, or concern, the green-haired fennec fox’s face lit up in wide-eyed excitement that made Vi tilt her head with confusion.


“Holy shit, you guys had her tied up like this the entire time?” Fenny’s tone made things fall into place with Vi, and she did not like what the finished puzzle looked like.


Troy shook his head. “No, no. We changed it on occasion. We’ll need to change it again in a few minutes. Are you satisfied with the service?”


Her ears fell when Fenny nodded, then heightened with a growl as she talked about payment. The vibes were raised in response. “So, where do I pay you guys? Venmo? I couldn’t find it on the site.”


Puzzled at the question, Troy opened his phone. “Ah, I see the issue,” he nodded knowingly, “You don’t need to worry. It’s already been paid for.”


Fenny frowned. “By who?”


“Same person who paid for this.” In the blink of an eye, Troy moved behind Fenny, locking her arms in a quick grapple. Carl moved unprompted, pulling a gag from his bag and stuffing it behind her teeth. Unlike Vi, Fenny knew where best to hit. Unfortunately for both of them, Carl wore a cap to protect himself.


With scissors, rope, and enough manpower to keep the tiny woman at bay, the two had Fenny bound and beside her sister in a matter of moments. Troy wiped his brow at a job well done while the bear started latching vibrators against her sensitive bits. “She really expected we’d take payment after service?”


“You can ask her.” Troy pulled out a camera stand and a separate smartphone.


The bull laughed, “Right. Like I’m gonna risk getting bit when I free that mouth.”


“You have gloves.”


“And she looks like she bites harder.”


Vi tried kicking him at that. It only served to make her fall forward, saved from the floor by her captor’s grace.


“So you’re both no doubt confused, especially since one of you hired us,” Troy said, setting up the recording process. “Well, the truth is we were hired by someone else first. Nothing too crazy, probably someone you know. We’re supposed to give a few recordings and a live feed once we’ve gotten you both. Neither of you has to do anything. In fact, it’d be great if you had natural reactions to the stimuli.”


“Stimuli,” Carl mimicked mockingly, having tied down the last of the bullet vibes to Fenny’s cunt.


Troy ignored his partner. “For the next few hours, we’re going to put you in some listed ties for the benefactor. Afterwards, we’ll be loading you up in the truck for delivery. All goes well, you’ll be in their custody by midnight.”


“Wait, midnight?” Carl asked.


Troy dropped his hand as if holding a script as he looked his partner dead-eyed. With a sigh, he nuzzled his temple. “Dude, you need to start reading the job descriptions.”


The bull shrugged, “Fine, fine. Just let me make a phone call.”


“Come back with your mask on!” Troy shouted as his partner left, pulling his ski mask back over. “Don’t worry. We’re professionals.”


The next few hours were filled with the whirring of toys, the mouthful moans of Vi and Fenny, the rustling and binding, and occasional pleading when the vibrations stopped. Masked and gloved, Troy and Carl could step into frame without issue to change the bindings. Vi had long since given up fighting it, having resorted to pleading for relief when given moments to stretch. Fenny leaned into her role more, playing the perfect little damsel despite Vi’s frustrations. What smoldering embers the blue-haired fennec had flared up at her sister’s playful demeanor.


“You know, I’m getting sick of her attitude.” Carl pushed Vi’s back against the cushions. With care, he set Fenny over her sister’s head and added a quick tie to keep her mound’s pressure flat against Vi’s forehead. The bull seemed happy with the forced facesitting, or at least that’s what Vi imagined from his chuckle. Fenny, meanwhile, started grinding her head against her sister’s scalp.


“She’s got the right idea,” Carl said, turning up the vibes. Troy, for his part, that Vi could see when Fenny’s legs allowed it, seemed disinterested in the affair. Like this was nothing more than a basic job for him.


Hours of different ties and positions had left Vi and Fenny exhausted and aching. As a mercy, their captors let them rest separated, though their legs were bound together and their arms were tied in the front with black mittens keeping them from fumbling. Vi wasn’t sure she would have tried if not, their ropework was beyond her capability.


Troy’s phone pinged. “Ok, benefactor is ready,” he said, putting it away and nodding to Carl. The bull headed outside. Several minutes later, both girls heard the garage door open, followed by their captor returning from that entrance. He hoisted Fenny over his shoulder. Troy, instead of carrying Vi, simply pulled her up by her bindings and made her hop forward, one hand close to make sure she didn’t drop.


Fenny’s car was parked outside as though she hadn’t intended to use the garage, earning some side eye from Vi. Like the professionals they were, Carl and Troy unbound and rebounded them together, forcing them into a hug with their hands locked behind the other’s backs and legs twisting with one another. Fenny’s gag came off first, then Vi’s. Carl needed one hand to keep both open while Troy locked a shared ball gag between them.


“I’d offer you fine ladies a book to keep yourselves entertained, but this wand will have to do,” Carl tied a vibrating wand between the two foxes. They whimpered when it sprang to life, bodies straining against the rope. The bull then stuffed them in a waiting box with holes. With Troy’s help, they were pushed into the truck and latched down for stability.


“Don’t worry about holding back,” Carl said, tapping the crate, “You can enjoy yourselves for the ride.”


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