[b][u][center]Tips (and More) Are Accepted For VeronicaFoxx By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Fitting into a suitcase was something of a trick, but with her smaller size, Veronica could just about manage it. It was the other little gadgets and gizmos that were on either side that made it rather...uncomfortable. A series of wires were inserted into her mouth, pushing through on either side of her muzzle and hooking around her teeth, while the guitar wire strings that were across her spade were hooked to large metal bars. So far, neither had come apart, but she knew that it was only a matter of time. The fact that she was upside-down didn’t help, either. The blood wasn’t quite rushing to her head, but it wasn’t rushing away, either. The vixen groaned, clearing her throat as much as she could in the crushing, claustrophobic darkness. Her arms were pinned to her sides by the suitcase’s small size, and her head forced to look straight at the panel cut in the top of the suitcase by a series of metal bars. It kept her completely still, completely helpless, and waiting for the first...client. It’d been about ten minutes by her count since her ‘Mistress’ had started her performance, and so far, nobody had come to use her. Probably because they were too focused on the naked wolfess on stage. She rolled her eyes. A part of her was almost glad of the mercy, but considering how [i]boring[/i] it was to be just strapped in, she hoped for [i]something[/i] to break up the monotonous boredom. Another song, then another played outside of the suitcase, and the vixen started to grumble. She had expected someone to come along and drop a buck or two into the case to get some fun with her. Maybe not immediately, but quick enough when they realized that they weren’t going to get a chance to fuck the wolfess. [i]Did everyone just lose their balls or something?[/i] she thought, grumbling around the wire in her mouth. It was starting to make everything taste of metal, too, something she wasn’t entirely fond of. The fourth song had just come to an end when she heard the ‘Mistress’s’ familiar voice. “By the way, if anyone hasn’t noticed it yet, there’s a plaything for you in that suitcase,” the white wolf said from a distance. “That plaything, my friends, is in heat. And I am talking clenching, squelching, wet heat, waiting for anyone to get her ovaries going. If I see someone knock her up tonight, there’s some free tickets to a future show up for grabs. And let me just say, I won’t be the star of that show…” [i]Oh, you bitch…[/i] The vixen wasn’t in heat just yet, but either there had been a timer in the case or something, because a needle popped into her left butt cheek. It depressed, and she felt some sort of heat running through her backside. It spread quickly, running right up to her core, and as soon as it hit - “Mmmmph!” Veronica spasmed against her bindings, her spade feeling like it was trying to swell with all the blood in her body. Considering there were clamp-like piercings on either side of it, that didn’t really go so well for her. “MMMMMMMMMMMMPH!” She bucked, not able to break through the bindings, but she sure as hell shook the suitcase up and down. It slammed back down onto the table hard enough to send a thump up through her tailbone, but even that didn’t do anything to stop her panting and sudden need. [i]Oh, you fucking bitch...Oh, I’m going to get you for this...gonna get you goooood when I get out of here.[/i] She had no idea how, of course, but that was fine. She’d figure it out. Suddenly, the first bit of light she’d seen in hours hit her right in the eye. Someone had pulled open the panel at the head of the suitcase, and they were already feeding a knotted dick through the opening. When the panel had opened, the wires in her mouth suddenly pulled at her lips and the space above and under her tongue, almost cutting into the flesh in her mouth to keep her muzzle open. “Now, make sure to hold tight to those pull-rods. You let go before you’re done, you’re going to get a nasty surprise.” Veronica didn’t much care about that little surprise. Greta hadn’t bothered explaining it to her, and she was more focused on the dick in her face. The not-so-subtle musk of a male dog flooded her nose as that dick went right over her tongue, pinning it down as the tip lodged right in the back of her throat. She gagged for a second before she got herself under control, but that only seemed to spur the big guy on further. It didn’t take long for her to realize that her immobilization rendered her little more than a glorified fleshlight to her ‘customers.’ She couldn’t turn her head, couldn’t move her tongue more than a little bit, and her mouth was rigidly locked in place. All that she could do, really, was swallow and suck with her throat. That, however, she was more than willing to do. The slightly metallic taste of pre-cum was just subtly different enough from the metal in her mouth that it provided a nice distraction, and she happily swallowed it as the big guy humped back and forth against her case. Of course, that wasn’t much of a distraction when her spade was burning up. The clamping pain of the piercings and the feeling of her guitar strings between them pressing into the sensitive flesh was...good, to a point, but they were rapidly getting worse. Much more of that pressure, and she would soon start bleeding down there, and the swelling didn’t feel like it was going to stop anytime soon. [i]What the fuck did that bitch put into that syringe…[/i] As her mouth was getting fucked hard, she heard another click. It must have been wherever the money was going, but how would anything - “NNNNNNNNNNNNGH!” The vixen would have screamed if it wasn’t for the cock shoved down her throat. The wires in her mouth kept her from biting down on the shaft between her lips, which was a damn good thing, because those guitar strings were not just suddenly pulled apart - some towards her clit, some in the other direction - but they were rolled in a very painful way across some really sensitive spots. Metal and friction were [i]not[/i] friends with that flesh. “NNNGH! NNNGH! NNNNNNNNNNNGH!” She kept screaming, particularly as another cock forced its way through the hole down there. Her spade was pulled so far apart by the wires and the bars that spread them that she felt like she’d almost lost any definition to it. It was nothing more than a hole anymore, and the tapered tip of a cock sliding in didn’t make it better. In fact, it made it a hell of a lot worse. The vixen shouted as her sex was invaded, her cunt tightened by the harsh tugging, her piercings feeling like they were wiggling about in the slots they’d taken up. Some of them near the center almost felt like they might be in danger of slipping out from the force they were put under. [i]Fuck...fuck...fuck…[/i] Her eyes watered, tears trying to slide free as she was fucked from both ends in ways that were not comfortable in the least. She tasted blood in her mouth from trying to bite through the wires, and she felt something - could have been blood, could have been something else - rolling out of her spade, running down over her flesh and down to her tail as the dick down there kept thrusting away. In and out, in and out, both dogs feeling big enough that they might just find a way to meet in her middle. She could hear the knot clacking against the top side of the suitcase, guessing that Greta had set it up so that most knots wouldn’t be able to fit through so that the lines could keep moving. Smart, but annoying. She would have liked that stretch. Every time they bumped the suitcase, she was jostled around, her arms and legs getting bruised against the metal bars that pinned her in place. The people outside didn’t care what they did to her, and she barely cared what happened. At least she was getting fucked. At least as long as that dick was inside of her, she didn’t have to think about the ache that the damn drug pumped into her guts. In and out, in and out, in - “AWOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The guy at her mouth suddenly came, his cock resting halfway towards the back of her muzzle. She tasted his cum all over her tongue, feeling it sticking to the roof of her mouth like bad peanut butter. It left her feeling like she’d breathed the wrong way while swimming, that nasty feeling of something liquid entering the nose from underneath. She gagged, sputtering - “AAAAAAAAGH! AGH! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!” And then she tasted blood. Not her blood, this time. His blood. She realized that her mouth had come crashing down, biting down on the very tip of the dog’s dick. The panels at the top of the suitcase were crushing his dick from the sides, and her teeth were on the verge of giving him a good ol’ ivory piercing. He kept screaming, and she felt the other guy go still at her other end, yipping as he almost lost control of his pull rods. “Hey, I warned you guys. You let go before you’re done, you get snapped in. If you want out, toss another dollar in.” Another time, she would have admired Greta for that sort of touch. It meant that people had to keep paying attention to what they were doing, or they’d get hurt. The incidental effect of keeping her safe did not go unnoticed. Though, in her current state of mind, it did go unpraised. It kept her from getting what she needed, after all. Another click, and the panels in front of her face opened again, the dog pulling back and whimpering as he ran off with a bleeding dick. Someone else must have grabbed the rods, though, because another cock slid right in. “Get to it, bitch,” the guy on the other side said, and she did just that, enjoying the painful spitroast for all it was worth. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]