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L'hotel Fourrure

By: Worker11811



You walk into the hotel and head toward the reception desk. The lobby is small and dark. The walls are paneled in dark brown walnut. The style looks like a cross between French baroque and a medieval hunting lodge. It's strange looking but, somehow, the decor all seems to fit together. It makes you feel welcome. You take off your heavy winter coat and set your suitcase down near the door. You lay your coat across the top of the case then continue across the lobby. 

The limo driver closes the car door and drives away. You can hardly believe he was able to get you here in one piece. There must be two feet of snow on the ground. A sudden storm kicked up yesterday. It's been snowing steadily for almost two days. The airports are all shut down until further notice. You are stranded in a strange town until the authorities can dig out the roads. There's no sign of the weather letting up for at least another day. 

The doorman closes the large wooden door behind you with a distinct creaking sound. He shakes the snow out of his cloak and top hat. He takes off his gloves and rubs his hands together. It's freezing cold outside. You don't blame him for wanting to get warm. You only walked from the limousine to the front carriageway. You are just barely shaking off the cold. That poor man must have been standing out there all night. You pause by the large marble fireplace. It looks too large for the room. You hold your hands out to the crackling fire. It is hot. It feels good to warm your bones by the fire.

You turn and continue toward the receptionist. She is waiting for you. You hear the metallic jingling of keys behind you. The doorman locks the front door. He picks up your coat and suitcase. Without a word he carries them to the bellman's station. He puts your coat on a hanger then hangs it up in the closet. He sets your suitcase on the floor underneath. He closes the closet door and locks it. He puts the keys back into his pocket. Without saying a word he slowly nods his head and smiles at you. He walks out of the room.

"Welcome to L'hôtel Fourrure." says the receptionist. She speaks in a strange foreign accent. It sounds like French but it's not like the French they taught in high school. You have never been good at speaking foreign languages, anyway. You decide it doesn't matter. She speaks English well enough.

The woman behind the desk is a tall brunette. She is wearing a full length mink coat. Her long, dark hair flows down over the collar and seems to almost blend in with the fur she's wearing. She notices you staring.

"It is mink." she says. "You like?" 

She holds out the sleeve of her coat toward you. "Feel?" She's testing your reaction. You oblige her just to be polite. She can tell by your expression that you are enjoying yourself.

"Oh! It's soft!" you say. 

The woman reaches out her other sleeve and rubs the back of your hand. You are surrounded from wrist to finger tip on all sides by rich luxurious fur! The woman smiles at you. She massages your hand with the fur. She knows she's got you hooked like a fish. You are so wrapped up in the sensation you don't realize that you are being reeled in!

"The tariff is one thousand dollars per night." the woman says.

Your chin practically hits the desk! "A thousand?!"

"Yes, but this rate is all-inclusive. We cater to your every pleasure."

You finally notice that she is still massaging your hand in her fur coat. You pull your hand out and, with an embarrassed look, you put it in your pocket. She continues her pitch. 

"In the Francaise, L'hôtel Fourrure means 'Hotel Fur'."

You nod in understanding.

"Every room is furnished entirely in fur... Even the beds."

"But, you don't understand. I can't afford..."

"Tutt! Tutt! Tutt!", she interrupts. "You have reservation at another hotel? Yes?"

"No. I'm stranded. The airport is shut down!"

"Well, then! You don't have much choice in this matter, do you? You can sleep at L'hôtel Fourrure or you can sleep in the snow!"

You frown. "But a thousand?! I just don't have it!"

The receptionist looks around as if to make sure nobody is watching.

"I tell you what. I give you special rate. One thousand for two nights! Half price!"

"That's still pretty steep!"

"All-inclusive... Meals. Drinks. Your every pleasure!"

She walks around to the front of the desk and grabs you by the sleeve. She tows you back to the fireplace and urges you to sit in one of the fur upholstered chairs.

"Beaver!" she says. 

She places your hand on the arm of the chair. Your fingers sink into the fur. You relax into the chair. The heat from the fire feels good on your face. A bellman arrives. He serves you a snifter of warm cognac from a silver tray. You inhale the hot, spicy vapor as you drink. You close your eyes and feel yourself sink into the cushions. You are tired. You've had a long day traveling. You really need a rest.

"Your room will be ready in a few minutes, Madame."

The woman returns a moment later with a pen and a clipboard.

"You must read this contract and sign at the bottom."

You pick up the pen and begin to sign.

"Please! Read!"

"I don't need to... "

"It is binding whether you read it or not!"

"I don't care! I'm too tired!"

You sign the contract.

"Suit yourself, Madame!"

She takes the clip board and returns to the reception desk. She shuffles some papers then picks up the telephone. She speaks some words in French that you don't understand. You don't care. You close your eyes for a moment and feel the cognac take its effect on you. It doesn't matter if you get drunk tonight. You aren't going anywhere. You enjoy the tingling sensation that is descending on your face.

You lounge in front of the fireplace and look around. There is a white polar bear skin rug on the floor at your feet. Mounted animal heads adorn the fireplace. Their glass eyes glitter in the firelight. Your imagination runs away with you. It feels like they are looking at you. 

The bellman walks up to you and politely attracts your attention.

"Your room is ready, Ms. Jensen."

You set your glass on the table. You stand and follow the man. He leads you across the lobby and down a long hallway.

"You will be kept in room one." he informs you.

The bellman takes his ring of keys out of his pocket and unlocks the door. He ushers you inside but stands out in the hallway, himself.

"Welcome to L'hôtel Fourrure!" he says.

He gestures through the doorway.

"The bathroom is to your left. The bedchamber is to your right."

You look around the room to get your bearings. You see the old fashioned claw foot tub in the bathroom. There is a very ornate carved wooden doorway on the other side of the room. All the furniture in the room is upholstered entirely with fur. Even the floor is covered with fur! 

The bellman hands you a folded sheet of paper.

"Your contract, Ms. Jensen."

You are too busy looking at all the luxury around you to notice that the bellman has closed the door. It isn't until you hear the jingling of the keys in the lock that you realize something is amiss. You try the door handle. It is locked! You pound on the door with your fist. The heavy wooden door doesn't yield. You are locked in!

You look around the room. There are no windows. There is no phone or television. You walk around the room, in confusion. You notice that the bellman didn't even bring your suitcase to the room. There is only one other doorway. It is the one that leads to the bedchamber. 

You ponder your predicament for a moment. You open the folded contract in your hand and begin to read:

L'hôtel Fourrure

Contract:

I, the undersigned, agree to be kept at L'hôtel Fourrure.

In return for payment of $1,000.00, L'hôtel Fourrure shall, at its sole discretion, provide me with lodging, meals and physical pleasure for the duration of my captivity. 

I shall hold harmless L'hôtel Fourrure for all claims of injury or distress for the duration of my captivity.

I agree to obey all commands and instructions of the staff and management of L'hôtel Fourrure, without complaint, for the duration of my captivity.

I understand that I may not leave L'hôtel Fourrure until the expiration of this contract: January 5, 2006 - 12:00 Noon.

Signature: Amy L. JensenDate: January 3, 2006

You get a sinking feeling in your stomach. You realize that you are a prisoner in this place! You turn the contract over and read the hand written words on the back:

"I warned you! You should have read the contract!"

"Dammitt!!" you spit. You throw yourself against the door and holler for somebody to come and let you out. There is no response. Reality begins to sink in. Panic overcomes you. You scream and yell and run about. After a minute you accept the fact that your fate is sealed. You finally calm down enough to take a seat on the sofa. You feel the fur with your fingers. It's the same kind of fur that was on the chair in the lobby. It feels good. There is another glass of cognac sitting on the table. It is still warm. You inhale deeply and sip. You feel yourself relaxing again. You feel more tranquil in a short time time. Warm cognac takes effect quickly! You look around at your surroundings again. You begin to think back to the events of your day.

You were supposed to be returning home from a business conference. Your boss sent you on this trip. He said you needed a working vacation. You didn't want to go. You find those conferences to be tedious and boring. You gave in at his insistence. The conference was just as you predicted, long and boring. You were looking forward to getting home and sleeping in your own bed again but the weather closed in. Your plane was diverted. You were stranded in a strange airport in a strange city. You called every other hotel in the phone book located anywhere near the airport. They were all booked up. You dreaded the prospect of having to spend the night sleeping at the airport. L'hôtel Fourrure was the last place you called. When the receptionist told you there were rooms available you didn't ask questions. She told you that she would send a limousine to the airport to pick you up. You were elated. When the car arrived and the driver opened the door, you got right in. The windows were so dark you couldn't see where he was taking you. None of this mattered to you at the time. You were desperate. Now you realize your mistakes. From the moment the chauffeur closed the car door you were destined to be trapped in this place.

You look at your surroundings. The place is very elegant and, at the same time, macabre. You think to yourself that, normally, you would be overcome by fear and panic but, except for the fact that you are locked in, the entire staff has been very kind and gracious to you, so far. You resign yourself to your situation.

"Two days locked up in a luxury hotel full of fur?" you think to yourself.

"I could get used to this!" you say out loud.

You get up and walk into the bathroom. A hot bath would do you good, right now. You notice that the bathtub is equipped with massage jets. You draw yourself a tub full of hot water and start to get undressed. There is a clothes hamper in the corner of the room. You toss your clothes into the hamper. You toss your shoes and stockings in for good measure. You hear a thumping sound come from inside the hamper. You look inside just in time to see your clothes disappear from sight, down a hidden chute inside the hamper!

"Shit!" 

The bra and undies that you are wearing are the only pieces of clothing you have left! You feel naked! You take them off and carefully place them on the floor near the tub for safekeeping. You turn on the massage jets and step into the tub. Nice and hot! You sink down into the tub and let your cares bubble away.

"Whatever happens, happens." you think.

You soak for a good half hour. You stand up and get out of the tub. You look at yourself in the full length mirror as you dry off.

"You are one hot bitch!" you say to yourself.

You've always liked the look of your breasts but you really like the look of your tight ass! Guys have always seemed to appreciate your rear view! You would never admit it to anybody but you do enjoy getting the occasional whistle from men as you walk down the street.

When you finish drying off you put your bra and panties back on. You don't feel comfortable without them. There is a fur bath robe hanging on a hanger next to the towel rack. You put it on. Your body tingles with excitement as the short, dense, grey fur wraps around you. You've never felt this much fur around your body before. You are no fur expert but your female instinct tells you that the robe is probably made from chinchilla.

"I should have made my ex-husband buy me a fur coat before I divorced him!" you think to yourself. You tie the sash of your robe around your waist. The long fur robe swishes against your legs as you walk around. You enjoy the sensation.

It's getting late. You are tired and a little bit tipsy from the cognac. You head toward the ornately carved portal to the bedchamber. It's time for you to get some sleep.

You pause to admire the craftsmanship of the woodwork. It is hand carved in exquisite detail. There are carvings of branches and leaves all around the perimeter. Carvings of fur-bearing animals like mink and fox appear to be climbing through the branches. All of their eyes are turned toward you. They appear to be watching you. You fantasize that you are about to walk into a mysterious enchanted jungle. You have a foreboding feeling but you push forward anyway. You feel compelled to go through the door as if you have been hypnotized. You pull the ornamental brass doorknob. The door opens almost effortlessly. You step inside. The door closes behind you. You move into the room. Your feet sink into the deep, padded floor. You almost lose your balance. You look down to find that you are standing, ankle deep, in fur!

The room is dim. It takes you a minute for your vision to adjust. A musky scent surrounds you. It smells like animal lust. The smell arouses you. When your eyes adjust to the dim light you notice that the entire room is completely covered in fur! The floors! The Walls! The Ceiling! The only light in the room comes from a few torch like fixtures on the walls. Everything else is positively dripping with fur!

It only takes a moment for you to notice the gigantic carved wooden bed in the center of the room. It is carved in the same style as the doorway you entered through. It is a tall canopy bed. Each of the four posts is carved to look like a large tree trunk. The branches spread out and mingle to form the canopy over the bed. Just like the doorway, there are carvings of animals climbing through the branches. They appear to be watching and waiting for you to climb into the bed. You approach slowly but you can't see inside. Heavy fur curtains enclose the bed on all four sides. It's hard to find the opening. The anticipation builds as you search for the break between the panels. You know what's on the inside. You can't wait to get inside but, somehow, it seems like the bed isn't letting you in! You push and pull and lift the curtains but you can't find the entrance. You become almost frantic. You must have that fur against your skin!

At that moment, you understand what the problem is: Your robe!

You step back from the bed and untie the sash around your waist. You drop the robe to the floor behind you. You move back toward the canopy bed. A sense of contentment seems to come from the bed. You approach and put your weight against the curtains again. This time, they part like gauze. You body is off-balance, causing you fall through into the bed. You feel like Alice in Wonderland falling down the rabbit hole! You land with a "Thud!" in the center of the bed. You find yourself in the middle of a giant pile of the softest, most luxurious furs you have ever imagined! You lay there with your arms outstretched and let yourself sink into the fur. You look at the canopy above you. The carved tree branches are adorned with dozens and dozens of mink tails and fox tails. Fur covered vines wind through the branches and form the remainder of the canopy. The vines hang down like moss hanging from the trees. The carved animals are all looking down at you. You feel like you are in the middle of a jungle. 

You need time to get used to your new surroundings but, soon, you feel very comfortable. Somehow, the word, "Welcome!" seems to appear in your mind. It is as if somebody spoke it out loud but you know you never heard anybody say anything. You are the only one in the room.

A sense of warmth fills the bed chamber. You get that "Warm, fuzzy feeling" all around you, only this time, you know it's for real!

You have had a long, hard day. You feel very tired. The drinks have made you drowsy. You grab a big hand full of fur and pull it over your body. You roll over in bed, wrapping yourself in fur. You gather up a pile of fur for your pillow. You close your eyes. Soon you are falling asleep. As you drift into a slumber you hear a faint sound. It's a low, rumbling sound like a big cat purring. You pay it no mind. The smile on your face tells the whole story as you lay there in your fur bed, fast asleep.

You wake up several hours later. You had a restless sleep. You don't know what time it is. There are no clocks to tell you the time. You roll over to adjust the covers around you. You notice something tangled around your knees. You reach down to find your panties have, somehow, been pulled down while you were sleeping.

"What the hell?...", you think to yourself. 

You are alone in a sensual jungle of fur. You decide to get naked. Nobody can see you. You kick your panties off. They slide down your legs and off your ankles. You feel them being pulled deep into the furry folds of the bed. You search around with your feet. They are gone. 

You sit up in bed and begin to take off your bra. You find it partially unhooked in back. The straps have been pulled down, off your shoulders. You are even more puzzled but you take off your bra anyway. You just want to feel fur against your tits. You lay it down on the bed, next to you. In an instant, it is snatched out of your hand! You are startled but you decide to forget about your undies. You can find them in the morning.

You lay down again and begin rubbing the fur against your nipples. It feels wonderful! You clutch two fists full of fur against your chest, making slow circles around each breast. Lust washes over you. The word, "Masturbate!", flashes into your mind. You debate the issue with yourself. It doesn't take long before a hand full of fur is sliding down your belly, toward your hot spot. 

You raise your knees in the air and spread your thighs apart. Suddenly, you hear the sound of an animal purring again! You freeze! It sounds like a big cat. This time you're not dreaming! It's coming from the bed! You sit up in bed like a shot. You crawl toward the edge of the bed but it's hard to make your way through the fur pile. It's like you're caught in quicksand. You finally struggle your way to the edge and look for the break in the curtains. You can't find it! They seem to have magically sealed themselves shut! You are trapped inside!

The purring sound steadily gets louder until it sounds more like a growl. You are thrashing against the curtains, trying to break through. They absorb your blows with a series of dull thumping sounds. You feel the fur beneath you start to move. It is wrapping around your ankles. Pulling you back to the center of the bed. You struggle but more and more of the fur comes to life until there is nothing but a swirling mass of fur groping at you, surrounding you and gripping you. It is too strong for you to resist. An emotion of hunger fills the room... Sexual hunger!


L'hotel Fourrure Ch. 02



You feel the touch of fur on your arm. The long, soft hair gently caressing your skin sends a chill up your spine. The delightful sensation causes your body to tense up and pull against the ropes that bind you.

"Relax, Amélie!" says the voice from behind you. "Concentrate on the fur!"

The soft, chinchilla fur blindfold covering your face prevents you from seeing what your Mistress is doing to you. Your arms are tied, outstretched, between two strong wooden posts. You stand naked and helpless in the center of the fur dungeon. Your breathing is slow and strained. Mistress Dominique detects the slight quiver in your body as you exhale in a long, tense breath.

"What is it?" she queries in a dark voice.

The fur moves along your arm, to your shoulder, then circles around your back before it makes a turn and slowly starts to head south. You ready yourself for the burst of pleasure you will feel when it finally reaches your ass.

"Amélie! You are stalling!"

She glides the fur back up to your shoulders then down your other arm. You sigh in protest. Your mistress hears your complaint and drops the fur to the floor.

"It's a fox!" you exclaim.

"What kind of fox?"

"It's either a silver fox or an arctic fox. I can't tell."

You hear footsteps moving around in front of you. You feel fur caress your cheek. You turn your head toward it. Your Mistress buries your face in it. You inhale the musky scent deep into your lungs. She knows the smell intoxicates you. You take another deep breath. It arouses you. You feel your mind drifting away to another place. She pulls the fur away. A moment later, she drags you back to reality with a passionate kiss on the lips.

"Arctic or silver?"

"I don't know."

Your Mistress lets you stand there in silence to ponder the question. You hear her circling around you. Your mind is drawn in two directions at once. On one hand, you are trying to guess what kind of fur it is. On the other, you are wondering what she's going to do to you next.

Fur brushes, ever so lightly, against the cheeks of your ass. You shriek. The feeling of pleasure causes your muscles tense up. The fur covered ropes around your ankles snap tight against their bindings. You try to stand still for the next round of attacks.

She wraps the fur around your right leg and slides it up your thigh towards home base. More fur envelops your other leg and traces a path, sensuously upward. Two fur covered hands wrap themselves around your waist, encircling you in fur. You grind your hips in slow circles, causing the fur to rub you in all the right places. Mistress Dominique rubs your belly and continues upward, wrapping your entire body in fur.

You feel her hot breath against your shoulder. She nibbles your ear lobe.

"Feel the fur!" she whispers into your ear.

Her hands cup your breasts. Your nipples stand erect. You moan in pleasure. You feel your Mistress grinding her crotch into your backside. Your mind starts to drift again. One hand moves down, between your legs. The other is busy furring your breasts. She pulls you close, into a tight embrace. You swoon as she swirls you in fur, from your shoulders to your knees. The two of you move in unison, dancing slowly to music that only the two of you can hear. She brings you ever so close to sweet climax but she never lets you get quite close enough.

You know your Mistress won't let you cum until you guess what kind of fur she's torturing you with. You've been through this a hundred times. You don't care. She could do it a thousand times. You would love it just the same. You drag it out as long as you can before you give your answer.

Your lips tremble as you say, "Silver fox...", in a barely audible voice.

Mistress Dominique grunts in disapproval. She throws the fur down, onto the floor. You hear and feel a sharp "Smack!" across your ass when she spanks you with her bare hand.

"Tabernac!" she curses.

She rips the blindfold off your face and holds the fur up for you to see.

"Silver fox?! Does this look like silver fox to you?!"

She throws the fur down and marches around the room in a fit of anger. Her hands fly up into the air to emphasize her rage.

"Amélie! What am I going to do with you!?"

"Amy! Why do you keep calling me that? My name is Amy!"

"You do not speak like that to me!"

You can see the fire in her eyes as she picks the fluffy, white fur up off the floor and shakes it at you.

"I own you like I own this fur! You will be called by whatever name I choose. Your name is Amélie!"

Your heart fills with anger. You want to lash out at her but your hands are tied -- Literally! The only choice you have is to keep your mouth shut and accept your fate.

"How are you supposed to become my apprentice if you can't even tell a silver fox from an arctic fox?!"

She stomps around the room, flailing her hands as she talks.

"I should turn you into a sofa bed!"

Your eyes widen at the prospect of becoming a piece of furniture for the rest of eternity. Still, the idea of being able to trap any man deep inside of you, folded up within your furry frame, excites you.

"Please, Mistress! I will do better next time! Please don't curse me again!"

You remember the last time you failed your fur test. She turned you into a fur hammock and left you like that for a month. You remembered the looks on men's faces as you ensnared their naked bodies in your fur. You laughed to yourself as you watched them struggle. No matter how strong they were, you were stronger. No matter how hard they fought, you always won. Slowly, sensuously, you rubbed their bodies with your fur, strategically hitting every erogenous zone until you broke their resolve. You reveled in the passion you felt as their screams of horror turned to screams of pleasure. You could turn any man to putty in mere minutes but you enjoyed prolonging their torture, sometimes for hours. The lust you felt was overwhelming! She sense of euphoria you felt when you wrung the last ounce of energy out of their bodies as they writhed in your grip was intoxicating! The POWER!

But, just as you felt powerful to bring men to the heights of pleasure you felt the depths of despair when you were alone. The long days of agony, waiting, wondering and wishing for your punishment to end were an intolerable cruelty you do not want to endure again. You learned your lesson last time. You wonder how Renonis was able to endure one hundred years of torture. But, now that you are with him, you know he is happy again. He tells you every night when he cuddles you to sleep in his fur.

"I think you like being punished!" Mistress Dominique lashes out at you. "You fail your test on purpose just to taunt me!"

"No, Mistress, no! Please don't transfigure me again!"

"You will never learn that way! I have a better punishment in mind for you!"

Mistress Dominique picks the full length arctic fox coat up off the floor. She drapes it over her shoulder and strolls across the room to her walk-in fur closet. She opens the door to the giant vault. Animal noises fill the air as she enters. Hundreds of furs of all types and colors writhe and boil as her naked body is slowly consumed in a sea of enchanted pelts. She disappears for several minutes. She is clearly enjoying herself. You wish you could be in there with her!

When your Mistress returns, she is holding two furs, one draped over each arm. They are almost identical except one is made from silver fox and the other is made from arctic fox. She drops them on the floor in front of you.

"You will never succeed me if you do not learn your furs!"

She reaches for the jeweled silver amulet hanging around her neck from a leather thong. She dangles it over the pile of fur at your feet.

"Animatus!"

The furs start to move. They rise up and scuffle across the floor. They wrap themselves around their Mistress's feet. They snuggle her like a cat sidling up to its master. Your Mistress reaches down and strokes them as if they were pets. She looks up at you and smiles with a sly look that can only mean trouble.

"These are two of my favorite furs."

She pauses and looks you straight in the eye as she plays with her pets. They writhe and purr and they twirl around her. It looks like they are enjoying the attention she is giving them.

"To teach you a lesson, I am going to give them to you..."

Her eyes squint and her expression turns cold.

"Or... Give you to them!"

Mistress Dominique stands up and points her finger at you.

You can not speak. Fear grips your vocal cords. You can not even make a peep! You pull against the fur ropes that bind you, secretly hoping to break the clasps that keep you locked in. They are enchanted. They can not be broken.

In a steely voice she shouts, "Erudio!"

The two furs turn from their Mistress and focus on you. The scuffle across the room, toward you. They reach your feet and pause a moment before beginning to wrap around your ankles. They ooze, slowly up your legs. You try to kick them away with your feet but the bindings around your ankles prevent it. They give you just enough room to squirm but no more. The two furs cover you completely, from the floor up to your knees. Every movement sends a thousand sparks of pleasure up your legs. The sensations travel upward, to your crotch. The arctic fox tickles its way up to your left thigh. The silver fox does the same to your right. The twin sensations of pleasure cause wetness to grow between your legs. It's only a matter of time before the two furs meet in the middle.

Mistress Dominique walks up and stands before you, looking you right in the eye. She watches the expression on your face turn from fear to anticipation of fur rapture. Her eyes survey your naked body. You look at her standing nude before you except for the silver amulet around her neck. She snaps her finger in the air. 

"Obscuritas!"

The lights in the room instantly go dark.

You feel her hands on your body, sliding up your sides, converging on your breasts. Her fingers circle your nipples. They respond, instantly, to her touch. Her hands slide, slowly, back down to your hips again. A moment later she speaks.

"On your left side is the arctic fox." You feel it crawl farther up your leg, stopping only an inch away from your pussy.

"On your right side is the silver fox." It, too crawls higher, halting just shy of its target.

"Before this night is over, you will know the difference!"

She slides her finger between your legs, into your pussy. A breath of hot air is forcefully expelled from your lungs. She massages your clit with expert technique. Her lips meet yours. You kiss in the darkness. In less than a minute, she has you balancing on the razor's edge of bliss. She is melting you.

Something soft and furry tickles your taint. It crawls up between your legs and snuggles up the crack of your ass. You would scream out with pleasure but your Mistress's tongue in your mouth prevents you. She stops kissing you and pulls away.

"My silver fox will pleasure you, now."

She pulls her hand away from your pussy. The fur takes over. This time you can scream. This time you do! Mistress Dominique chuckles quietly to herself. 

You are now covered in fur of one kind or another, from your navel, down to your feet! You feel your labia being massaged and tickled. There are twanging sounds in the dark as your arms and legs pull against their bonds, making the ropes vibrate like guitar strings. The fur alternates tickling and torturing you from the front and the back. Your hips gyrate back and forth in response. You feel your labia being spread wide apart as if a set of furry fingers were opening them like a curtain. The fur dives deep inside you and starts working its magic on you. You are about to have a gut-wrenching orgasm but you know the rules.

"Please, Mistress!"

A moment later, it hits you! You scream and your legs give way beneath you. You are hanging from your arms, shaking and screaming out of pure pleasure. The fur forces you to cum for more than a minute. You have crossed the bridge from pleasure into pain.

"Thank you, Mistress!"

The fur stops fucking you and slides away from your pelvis. You hang, limp and out of breath until you regain enough strength to stand up again.

"Notice the texture of the fur." your Mistress instructs. "Notice the length of the fur. Feel the density of the hair. This is silver fox."

The sensation between your legs begins again. This time you do feel a difference in the fur! It crawls up your ass again. It tickles and teases your cheeks. It wraps around you. You know where it's headed. You welcome it inside. It tugs and teases your pussy lips. You can discern a certain "fluffiness" to this fur. Your clit is enveloped in fur. You can no longer withstand the torture. You beg for relief. The fur makes you cum until you can't take it anymore. You beg for an ending. Your torment ceases. Your, now sweaty, body hangs down as you recover from your second go-around. Your mistress speaks.

"Notice the fluffy texture... The length of the fur. Feel how fine the hairs are. This is arctic fox."

You feel fur crawling up your body, enveloping your breasts. The fur gently massages you in circles. You begin to moan. The pleasure continues for a minute then stops.

"What is this?"

"Silver?"

You feel a sharp nip at your left breast!

"Ouch!!" you cry out. "Something bit me!!"

"It will, again, if you keep getting it wrong!"

The furring begins again. The pleasure drives you to distraction as you try to analyze the fur just by its feel.

"Arctic!"

You feel another nip! "Ouch!!" you cry again.

Your Mistress admonishes; "Your body will be covered with teeth marks if you continue at this rate!"

Again, you are furred. Again, you guess. "Arctic?" You tense up your entire body in anticipation of the pain. But, this time, the furs keeps going. They pleasure you to a third wonderful orgasm. They give you only enough time to recover from your state of post-orgasmic bliss before they start again.

"My pets will keep you here until you answer correctly, ten times in a row."

"J'me suis fendu le cul en quatre pour toé!"

"No! I break my ass, trying to teach you!"

She mutters some indecipherable curse words under her breath.

"This is the thanks I get?! Chienne!"

You hear Mistress Dominique moving across the dark room toward her chamber door.

"You have nine more correct answers to give!" 

You hear the door slam shut as she walks out of the room.

The furring has already resumed. You make a quick guess, thinking you have it right, this time. There comes a nip at your ass!

"Ouch!! Dammitt!!"

You know you are going to be in for a long, long evening!

Time passes. You don't know how long it has been. You don't remember how many orgasms you have had. You don't remember how many times you have been bitten. The only thing you do know is that your entire body is sore. You desperately want to get out of this hell hole. You concentrate all your thought on the fur dancing around your body. It curls around your legs and in between. It winds around your stomach and up your spine. It tickles your backside and your breasts at the same time. It feels like it's everywhere at once! The fur zooms in on your crotch. You let it. You don't even try to prevent it anymore. You think about your answer. You are starting to cum again.

"Arctic fox!" you shout. This time you know you are right!

The orgasm comes immediately but it's different than all the others. The furring is a bit more gentle. The strokes are longer and slower. The sensations are deeper and more fulfilling. The contractions between your legs are stronger and longer lasting. This is your tenth correct answer in a row. The fur is giving you a final reward.

You feel the ropes around your wrists release. You fall to the floor in a heap. The fur is still pleasuring you. You roll over onto your back and spread your legs. You feel the silver fox fur join in. The pleasure takes your breath away!

The fluffy, white arctic fox concentrates on your chest. It tickles and nibbles at your breasts. I squeezes them and licks at your nipples. The feeling is so delicious it makes you want to cum from the tit massage alone.

The silver fox tortures you from below. Grunts and groans emanate from deep within you as you feel your labia being parted. The fur slowly crawls inside of you, filling you with delight. You squirm and wiggle as it finds your clit. Bursts of pleasure wrack your body with each flick of its for covered tongue.

"OH!!" you scream in a final crescendo of pleasure. The furs are going to make you cum until you pass out! You feel your head spin. You see stars in front of your eyes. Your mind grows dim. There is a distinct smile on your face as your body becomes completely calm and still.

When you wake up again, the room is completely quiet. You lie in the floor, trying to get your bearings again. You feel the warmth of a silver fox fur against your front and an arctic fox against your back. Your Mistress's fur pets are snuggled up against you, sound asleep. They are as tired as you are!

You get up onto your knees. The room is still too dark to see. You raise your hand in the air and cast a spell.

"Lucis sublustris!

A dim light fills the room. You look around. The room is still the way you remember it. The two wooden posts where you were tied reach from the floor to the ceiling. Fur torture implements line the walls. Fur covered ropes extend from "D-Rings" placed all around the walls of the room. A person could be tied up in virtually any position in this place. You know. You have been tied up many times in this room, before. You decide to beat a hasty retreat before your Mistress comes back.

You try to stand up but your legs feel like limp spaghetti. You sit back down on your knees for another minute to regain your strength. You stand up again and wobble your way to the door.

You hear a shuffling sound coming from behind you. You look back to see the two furs scuffling along behind you. You hear one of them whimper like a puppy dog. You turn around, bend down low and pat your knee. Your new furry friends race across the room to your side. They snuggle your ankles for a moment then climb up your legs. It isn't long before you are enveloped in a two-tone full length fur coat. It feels wonderful. The fur closes around in front of you, caressing you just so as it does. You pet the fur surrounding you with both hands.

"YGood boys!" you say in a patronizing dog voice.

You hear a foxy, little growl come from the coat. A wordless thought flashes in your mind. "We like you better than that witch! You appreciate us!"

You stroke the silver fox fur on the front of your new coat. You snuggle your face into the arctic fox collar. You won't soon forget the difference!

"You can stay with me as long as you want." you say to the furs.

The furs growl and caress your backside.

"Ouch!" you exclaim. The fur hit you right in a sore spot.

"We're sorry! We didn't mean it! The witch made us do it!"

"I know. I forgive you."

You leave the room and walk back down the hall to your chamber. A nice, long hot soak in the Jacuzzi would feel good, right now!

You schlepp your way to the bathroom and draw a hot tub full of water. You pour in a generous helping of bath salts and lavender. The scented steam wafts up and fills the room with a rejuvenating fragrance. You lean over and inhale deeply as you take off your fur coat. Your muscles are sore. This will feel good!

You hang your coat up on the hook. You look at yourself in the mirror. Your body is covered with dozens of small bruises! There are scratches on your skin from the bites you received! You are horrified at the sight!




L'hotel Fourrure Ch. 02



You step into the tub and slowly lower yourself into the steaming water. It's hot! The salt stings your wounds a little but the heat and curative power of the salt will heal you. You sink down, into the bubbling water. You close your eyes and relax. A tear runs down your cheek. A feeling of helplessness overcomes you.

"How did I ever get myself into this?" you think.

You know the answer. The witch had you under her spell the first time you stepped through the front door. You cry, silently, as you try to figure out how you're going to get yourself out of here. There is a soft sobbing sound coming from across the room. You look at your new furry friends, hanging on the rack. They are sorry for what they did to you. It is strangely comforting to have someone, or some thing, to share your grief. You finish your soak in the tub. You dry yourself off. The magic power of the herbs has begun to heal your wounds. You will be completely healed by morning.

You make your way to the sleep chamber. Renonis awaits you there. You step through the door, into the room. Your feet sink into the thick, padded fur carpeting. It is a familiar, welcoming feeling. You sit on the edge of the bed for a moment, pausing before you push the fur curtains back. You lean backward and flop into bed. A moment later, the fur sucks you under. You sigh and wiggle motionlessly as it cradles you, enveloping you in its soft, furry goodness. Reno has made his fur into crystal fox for you, tonight! You can tell just by the feel. Mistress Dominique's teaching methods might be brutal but one thing is for certain. You know your furs!

The curtains close around the bed, sealing you inside. You feel safe and protected. You know Richard is on guard for the witch. She can't get you in here.

"Hold me, Richard! Hold me tight!"

His fur snakes its way around your body, squeezing you tight in its coils. The pressure against your body makes you feel secure. It calms you. It makes the world go away. Right now, that's what you need the most.

You feel something furry moving down by your feet. It's not Reno's fur. It's silver fox and arctic fox. It must be your new pets. How did they sneak in here? You move your hand against the fur near your head in a patting motion.

"C'Mon up here!" you say in your 'puppy voice'.

The furs scamper up and form a soft furry pillow for your head. You snuggle your face deep into the furs. The feeling makes you sink into a deep state of relaxation. Richard and your two new friends cradle you to sleep.

The last thing you remember hearing is the sound of content purring.

You wake up in the morning to the delicious feeling of fur gliding, slowly and sensuously over your body. You lie there, half asleep, your mind drifting lazily back and forth between dreamland and reality, savoring the sensations. "Wake-up Fur" is your favorite game!

Renonis knows just how to fur you to keep you in this state of bliss. If he moved too fast, you would wake up too soon. Too slow and you would fall back to sleep again. He tantalizes you at just the right pace. Your orgasm will be long, slow and sweet. You lay there anticipating the pleasure that is to come. It arrives right on schedule. The feeling grows within you, imperceptibly at first but once you begin to climax, your body shakes with pleasure. Renonis cuddles you in his fur while you regain your strength. Slowly, you open your eyes on a brand new day.

The arctic fox and the silver fox play fur games with each other, all around you, in bed. They look like two pups romping together. Their fur tickles you as they frolic. You decide to give them names.

"Artie and Sylvia!" you announce.

The furs freeze in their tracks. They seem to be looking at you in amazement. You point to the arctic fox.

"Your name is 'Artie'."

Pointing to the silver fox, you declare, "Your name is 'Sylvia'."

The furs snuggle up by your side, in bed. They nuzzle your face and wiggle like happy little puppies.

"Thank you! Thank you!" the furs communicate in your mind. "We never had names."

"What do you mean?" you ask with a quizzical expression.

Artie and Sylvia explain: "The witch... She took our names when she put us in her fur closet. We've been her prisoner ever since."

Renonis chimes in: "The sorceress uses her victims' names to control them. If she makes you forget your name, you will be her prisoner forever!"

You lay in bed, thinking about the way Mistress Dominique has been treating you.

"Is that why she's been calling me 'Amélie?"

"Yes! She's trying to trick you into forgetting your real name!"

"What about you, Richard? You still know your name."

Artie and Sylvia, snuggle even closer to you, listening intently. You detect an unfamiliar quiver of emotion in Richard's voice as he tells you his story.

"Many, many years ago, I was the sorceress's apprentice, just like you are today. She wanted to steal my name and throw me into her fur closet but I was able to conceal it from her. She's been punishing me for one hundred years, trying to make me give up my name."

"So, that's why you want me to keep your name a secret?"

"Yes! As long as she doesn't know my real name, she can't take it from me."

"A hundred years! That's a long time! You must be lonely!"

"Until you came along." Richard says. You feel Richard squeeze you tight in a full-body hug with his fur. "I love you!"

"I love you, too!" you say with a smile.

You lay there, in Richard's loving embrace. Your whole body tingles at his warm, soft, loving caress. There isn't a part of you that isn't surrounded by fur. 

After a few minute's silence, Richard bawls out, "Amy! Please help me get out of here!"

"I can't take it anymore!" he sobs. "Please!!"

"But, how can I help?" you ask.

"Somebody else could take my place. My spirit can inhabit his body while his spirit lives in this bed."

"Who would that be?"

"Tomorrow, Dominique will cast a spell to bring another customer to L'Hôtel Fourrure. Lure him here. Keep him distracted. Once he is inside this bed, I will do the rest."

You nod in understanding. "I'll do anything to bring my lover back to life!"

There are a few moments of silence then, suddenly, you feel Renonis wrap his fur, tightly around your wrists and ankles. He pulls your legs apart and stretches your arms out, spread eagle, on the bed. You struggle, helplessly, in his grip. He likes it when you struggle. You buck and swivel your hips, moving your pussy in seductive circles to entice him. The desire builds inside you. Reno feels it, too!

Artie and Sylvia, wind their fur seductively around your body. Slowly, sensuously, they touch-off your pleasure points, tickling and teasing you to oblivion. The two of them conspire like partners in crime to drive you to the brink of ultimate pleasure. 

"Thank you for freeing us from that witch!" they communicate.

"Thank you for giving us names again!" says Sylvia.

"We want to be your servants, now!" says Artie.

You barely have the presence of mind to think, let alone the breath to speak. Your lustful pants and moans fill the air. Reno holds you tight while the Fur Twins "thank" you long into the lazy afternoon. They give you several sweet orgasms in ways you never even dreamed of! Somehow, they are always able to keep you off-balance. One moment they are tickling your tits or your stomach or your ass. The next, they are deep inside your pussy. They let you simmer at the brink of orgasm, seemingly for an eternity, only to rocket you to the moon a second later. You can never guess when or where they will strike next.

Just when you think you can take no more, Reno's fur tentacles begin to move in the canopy above you. They form a large fur penis. It descends on you and fills you up. It strokes you like there's no tomorrow. He roars and screams. You cry out in animal passion. The bed thumps and shakes. Your body recoils from the pounding you take. You lean your head back, rolling from side to side. You instinctively arch your back. The tension builds to a crescendo inside you.

"Amy! Remember! Don't let the sorceress steal your name!" whispers Renonis in your ear.

You fall over the edge into the abyss of ultimate joy.

"Never forget your NAME!!" he says as your lights slowly go out...



L'hotel Fourrure



Despite your struggles the bed soon has you completely in its control! It has your arms and legs restrained. It pulls your wrists until your arms are stretched over your head. You feel tugging at your ankles. It wants to spread your legs. You try to keep your knees together but the monster is stronger than you are. It soon has you on top of the bed, spread eagle. You are tied up, naked and helpless. You know what this thing is going to do to you next. There's nothing that can stop it... Not even your screams!

"Fuck me!" you yell. "Go ahead! FUCK ME!"

"As you wish."

You lay on the bed, staring up at the canopy above, waiting to be ravished by this fur beast. You notice movement in the fur vines above you. They are growing longer and longer, descending toward you. The fox and mink tails brush against your stomach. Instinctively, you try to avoid them. You buck and thrash your body in protest. Within seconds, there are a hundred furry tentacles tickling you in every conceivable place. You laugh and scream. You giggle and squirm. You wrench your body in a vain attempt to escape the furry torrent. You are at your wit's end. Just when you think you can't take another second of it, the bed stops tickling you. 

You only get a moment's rest before you feel the fur under you begin to move. It wraps around you and swallows your breasts, sucking at you like two furry mouths. You can only watch as your breasts disappear under two piles of fur. You feel your nipples get hard. The sensation overwhelms you as they suck and swirl and tease and tickle.

The next thing you know, there is fur starting to rubbing your ass. It teases up and down your butt cheeks. It rubs the base of your spine and starts moving up and down your lumbar area. The fur wraps itself around your midsection and, moments later, your stomach is consumed in fur. You wiggle and squirm in protest. Your arms and legs thrash against their bonds. Eventually, free your hands. You grasp at the fur and try to pull it away from your body. It takes all your strength but, eventually you disentangle yourself. You lay there,for several minutes, trying to catch your breath. You get your strength back. You stand up in the bed. You try to navigate your way through the thick forrest of furry tentacles to the edge of the bed. You search for the exit. Your fingers hunt through the dense fur curtains on all four sides of the bed, looking for an edge or a seam that will afford you escape. There is nothing but a solid wall of pelts.

You hear purring again. There is movement under your feet. You feel your legs being swallowed up in the bed. You are sinking in, up to your knees. 

"This thing is only playing with me!" you think.

Tentacles surround you again. The tickling resumes. Your arms are still free. You try to fight them off as they descend on you. They tickle your ass. They tickle your stomach. They tickle your breasts. They tickle you under the arms and between the legs. You laugh and scream and writhe and fight, standing there, trapped and helpless. You try to pull the tentacles off but, each time you do, another one takes its place. You feel another emotion coming from the bed beast: Joy. This thing is actually happy! 

The tentacles have their way with you for several minutes. They reduce you to a quivering pile of Jell-O. They release you and let you fall to the bed, exhausted. You lay there waiting to be swallowed up again. You finally catch your breath. A second later, you feel movement under your body.

You protest, "Oh, my GOD! Here it goes again!"

You see and feel your breasts being swallowed up again. The fur teases your nipples until they stand at attention then it slowly engulfs them, inch by inch. You admit to yourself that it feels good. The fur parts underneath you. You get a sensation like you are falling in slow motion. You watch your entire body disappear into the fur again. You have never felt anything as pleasurable as this in your life! You squirm and thrash and writhe as the bed seeks out every erogenous zone of your body. Every time you think there's no place left to feel pleasure the bed shows you another. You feel wetness between your legs. You stop trying to fight. The beast is breaking your resolve. You are getting horny... very horny!

Your resistance fades. You stop fighting the fur beast. Your short, sharp thrashing turns into a series of slow, languorous waves moving up and down your body in time to the beast's strokes. You moan, softly at first, growing louder and louder as the sensations overcome you. Your body relaxes. The tentacles descend on you again. They softly tweak your body, sending lighting bolts of pleasure dancing through you.

"Surrender!" the bed growls in a low purring voice.

The fur tentacles rub your legs and thighs, a fire begins to burn between your loins. You have yet to feel the pleasure of fur on your crotch. You want the bed to fur your pussy. You need it! 

Another stroke of fur glides up your inner thighs. You can no longer wait. You spread your legs, sacrificing your pussy to the beast. Fur tentacles swirl around you again, this time concentrating on your waist. You count down the seconds until they slip inside you. You feel the first one lapping at your labia, you close your eyes and welcome it in. It teases your mound then makes itself at home inside your pussy. It wiggles and squirms and thrusts itself in and out with an ever increasing pace. You feel the vines wrap around your legs, pulling them apart and pinning them up to your shoulders. The thing now has unrestricted access to your pussy. There is nothing you can do to stop it. You wouldn't try if you could. 

You are nearing orgasm. 

A pair of tentacles pull your labia wide apart A third attaches itself to your clit. It rubs you in little circles. Your love juice starts flowing. It won't be long!

The bed starts to purr and growl. It seems to be getting as much pleasure as you. You moan louder and louder. The bed growls louder, too. It starts pumping you and fucking you faster and faster. Your body recoils at each thrust. The whole, massive frame of the bed begins to shake as it strokes you with all its might. You scream at each thrust. Tentacles fill your pussy and attack your clit at a frenzied pace. Your stomach muscles tighten. Your pussy begins to twitch.

"I'm cumming! Oh! I'm cumming!" you call out.

Orgasm races through your body like a freight train. You scream as the pleasure-pain overcomes you. You clutch a fist full of fur in each hand, squeezing with all your might until your knuckles turn white. The bed roars like a lion. Your first orgasm subsides. The tentacles and the fur bedding wrap themselves tighter and tighter around you. You can barely breathe. You are deprived of oxygen. The monster forces you to cum again, this time, stronger than the first. Your screams of pleasure blend with the sounds of the bed beast into a chorus of sexual frenzy. The beast wrings another orgasm out of you! Your pussy muscles clench until they begin to feel sore. Your strength fades. 

The tentacles in your pussy slow down and, finally, stop fucking you. You feel them wiggle and slowly, sensuously swim inside you until, at last, they gently withdraw. The fur around your body releases its grip. The vines around you unwrap themselves. Your legs fall back down on the bed. Your arms are free. You wrap them around your chest as you try to regain your breath. Your body pulsates from the fucking you just received. You are exhausted and fucked out! You roll over in the bed and close your eyes. You reach around and pull some of the fur blankets around your body. You hear the bed's purring slowly taper off into silence. You fall asleep. You sleep, soundly, for the rest of the night. 

You wake up again late the next morning. You yawn, stretch and sit up in bed. Everything around you looks like it has gone back to normal. The room is quiet. The bed is still. Your recollection of the events that took place last night is hazy. It feels almost like a dream. You would think you were dreaming except your muscles feel like rubber, as if you'd been working out all night.

You push the curtains aside. They easily glide open. You crawl out of bed. Your feet sink into the soft fur floor as you stand up. You find your fur robe on the floor and slip it on. You walk out to the sitting room. You survey the sofa. You are afraid that the thing will grab you and start fucking the daylights out of you as soon as you sit in it. You decide to chance it. You relax on the sofa, pondering your situation.

"How the hell did I get myself into this?", you think. 

You have just been through the most frightening night of your life but it was also the most pleasurable thing that ever happened to you. You wonder what's going to happen next. The prospect of another whole day being ravaged by a giant fur beast simultaneously frightens and excites you. The thought of that beast, driving you to orgasm after sweet, furry orgasm sends you out of your mind with anticipation. You decide you want more. You will go back to the sleepchamber and sacrifice yourself to the beast again. You will let it have its way with you as long as it wants... Just as soon as you get your strength back.

There is a knock at the door. Keys jingle in the lock. The bellman comes in, wheeling a room service cart. The smell of a delicious hot breakfast greets you. He rolls your meal right up to you, sitting at the sofa. He raises one cover from the tray.

"I hope everything will be to your liking, Ms. Jensen"

There is a full breakfast spread out in front of you. There is bread and fruit and fresh juice. He pours you a cup of hot coffee. He gives you cream and two lumps of sugar, just the way you like it. Under another cover there is eggs and bacon and Belgian waffles.

"If there is anything else you desire, please ask. I'll be glad to deliver it to you."

"I prefer croissants and jam."

He retrieves the bread basket and serves you a fresh croissant. There is a dish of fresh strawberry jam in front of you a second later. You thank him. He excuses himself and leaves the room. You hear the keys jingle in the lock as he closes the door. You leisurely enjoy your breakfast. This is the most relaxing morning you have had in a long time. You taste a little of each of the other dishes on the cart. Everything is delicious! You sit back and relax on the sofa again. You think to yourself, "This trip wasn't a waste after all!"

You hear keys in the lock of your door again. There is a knock and, a moment later, the door opens. The receptionist walks in and closes the door behind her. Her long, shapely legs swish through the front of her floor length fur coat as she walks.

"Good morning, Ms. Jensen." She walks over and sits on the sofa beside you. "I trust your stay has been enjoyable, so far..."

Your smile is worth a thousand words! "Most enjoyable!", you say.

She gestures toward the service cart in front of you. "Your breakfast is satisfactory?"

It takes a few seconds to adjust to her thick accent but you quickly pick up on what she is saying. You nod and thank her for the most delicious breakfast you can remember having in a long time.

"Your first encounter with Renonis was pleasurable? Yes?" The way she raised her eyebrows and the inflection of her voice tells you that she knows you got your brains fucked out last night!

"The bed? In there!?" You point toward the bed chamber. "That thing ate my panties!"

The woman laughs. "Oh! He has been very naughty! He must like you!"

"He got naughty with me, all right! Three times!"

"A very lucky woman, you are, Ms. Jensen!" She pauses to think for a moment. "Did he make purring for you?"

You nod.

"He does not make purring unless he thinks you are special."

"Special?!" you exclaim. "I thought he was going to kill me!"

"He treated you rough?"

"Yes!", you answer with irritation.

"I am so sorry, Ms. Jennings! We must go speak with him!"

She stands up and walks quickly toward the bed chamber. She beckons you to follow. The two of you walk into the room and stand before the towering bed. A gentle rustling sound from inside tells you that it knows you are there.

"Reno!" the woman intones. Speaking in a foreign language, she verbally scolds the bed. There is a low growling sound followed by a soft, grumbling voice. It speaks in the same unidentifiable language but it is clear that the woman understands.

"Did you say to him, 'Fuck Me!'?

"I don't exactly remember but I think so."

"You did not ask him to stop fucking you?"

"What do you mean, 'ask'?"

She turns to the bed and starts speaking to it again. She converses with it for several minutes. She then turns toward you.

"Renonis did not know he was hurting you. He is very sorry! He apologizes!"

A high pitched purring sound comes from the bed. You reach over and pet one of the carved wooden animals on the bedpost. 

"It's okay. You didn't know. I forgive you." You feel a little silly talking to a bed.

There is another purring sound. Then it spoke in that mysterious language again.

"Reno wishes to make up to you." says the woman.

You are beginning to understand what they are saying.

"Reno tells me he will do whatever you ask... For the rest of your stay. He only wants to give you pleasure."

You nod and say, "Okay." 

Reno purrs at you. He is calls to you. You turn to the woman standing at your side and smile. The look in her eyes tells you that she knows you understand Reno now. You turn toward the bed and purr back at him. The friendly beast shudders with anticipation. You stand before the bed then slowly drop your fur robe to the floor. You see the woman checking out your figure. She admires your long, shapely legs and your tight ass. You can tell she's a little turned-on.

There comes a rustling sound from inside the bed then the curtains slowly pull apart like a giant furry mouth. You look inside and you can see a mass of tentacles and fur already starting to swirl. You stare in amazement. Your naked body is going to be inside there in just a few moments! The woman looks at you and grins from ear to ear.

"Oh! Reno likes you very much! He is going to give you special treatment!"

You stand before the bed and watch as several tentacles reach out of the opening. They sensuously twist and turn in the air. They beckon you inside. You approach a little closer. More tentacles peek out from Reno's mouth. A large roll of fur swells up in the entrance and unrolls toward you like a red carpet. It ends just a few inches from your feet. It looks like a giant furry tongue. The woman looks on in astonishment.

"Renonis is very old." says the receptionist. "In more than one hundred years I have never seen him do this for a woman!" 

She moves toward you and gently puts her arm around your shoulder and kisses you on the mouth. You kiss her back but you are too enamored with the sight before you.

"He is going to give you something very special!"

The woman pats you on the ass, urging you forward into Reno's mouth. Her hand lingers just a little longer than you think it should but, at this point, you don't care. Lust for fur consumes your mind. She smiles at you one last time then quietly backs away from the scene. She leaves the bedchamber and exits the suite. She closes the door behind her. This time, she doesn't bother locking it. She knows you won't be going anywhere for a while.

You step toward the bed, slowly, with one foot in front of the other. The tentacles reach out to you and brush against you. You let out a forceful breath of air as the soft, furry sensation stimulates you. Several of them wrap around your body, encircling your waist and torso. You feel them pulling you toward the bed. There is no escape for you, now!

More and more of the tentacles touch you as you are pulled deeper and deeper into the heart of the beast. Each one sets off a small spark of pleasure as they seek out your erogenous zones. You give out a small yelp of joy with each one. The fur tongue laying on the floor starts to curl up between your legs, reaching out behind you. Then it curves around to lick your derriere. Your ass muscles tighten up at the sensation. Your whole body shivers and you call out, "Oh... my... God!" in a long drawn-out quivering voice. This is fur unlike anybody has ever felt before!

"I made this fur just for you!" Renonis informs you in his growling voice.

Reno's new fur is a light, golden tan in color. It is dense and even like a sheared beaver pelt but it is even softer than the softest chinchilla. Light brown stripes run along its length. It has an indescribable, shiny quality that makes it seem like it is giving off its own light. When it touches you it paralyzes you with pleasure!

He rubs his fur tongue up and down the crack of your ass. He circles each cheek then swirls up to your sacrum. An indescribable tickling sensation overcomes you. Reno licks his tongue, very slowly, very gently down the crack of your ass, between your legs and across your taint. He pauses there for a few seconds then, lovingly, licks your pussy. He continues up your stomach. He licks a slow figure eight around your breasts then reverses his path down your body. Everywhere the fur touches tenses up with delight. You anticipate the fur going between your legs again. You whimper like a puppy as it approaches. It finally hits its mark, slowly at first, but it finally reaches your thighs and your mound. The pleasure is so great you can take no more! You feel your legs turn to putty as they give way beneath you. Reno's tentacles catch you and break your fall. You hang, limp, like a wet rag in the beast's grasp.

"Do you like my new fur?"

Oh! Yes!..." you reply with a strained breath.

"Shall I make more?"

You barely have time to answer him before you see Reno's interior slowly change into the new, golden fur right before your eyes!

The tentacles supporting you pick you up off the ground and pull you inside Reno's waiting maw. Tears are streaming down your cheeks. You are so overcome with rapture you are not in control any more. Reno has you completely inside, now. He lays you down, gently on the fur. Your body writhes as it makes contact. The tentacles unwrap you and leave you lying on top of the Reno fur. 

"Lie there for a moment and regain your senses." Renonis commands.

You stretch your arms out above your head and extend your long, luscious legs. You want Renonis to see your naked body. You want him to look at your tits. You want your tight, lean abdomen to excite him. You want to entice him with your beautiful pussy. The curtains slowly close and seal themselves up. 

"I seal you inside me so that I may have you all to myself."

"You may have me all to yourself!"

"I cherish you like no other. I shall give to you what I have given no other. The secrets we share, we shall share with no other."

"I am yours!"

With a deft flip, Renonis rolls you over onto your stomach and begins to massage your shoulders and back. You melt into the Reno fur. He kneads your muscles like an expert masseur. You feel all tension drain from your muscles.

"Your body is beautiful! I like to touch you!"

"I like it when you touch me."

"I am sorry to have hurt you. I was sad to know that."

"You didn't hurt me very much. My muscles are sore but I'm not hurt. I was scared more than I was hurt."

"I am glad. I never want to hurt you again. I only want to pleasure you."

"You may pleasure me any way you want."

"I will do whatever you ask. If I hurt you, tell me. I will stop."

"No. Don't stop. It feels good!"

Renonis continues kneading down your back and into your lumbar region. He finds every kink and knot in your back then, with strong fur covered hands, he rubs them away. You are completely relaxed and content. You roll over onto your back. Renonis gently massages your stomach and the front of your legs.




L'hotel Fourrure



"Shall I pleasure you, now?"

"Yes! Pleasure me! Softly and slowly."

Without a word, Renonis parts the fur underneath you and swallows you whole. You look down at yourself just in time to see your body being slowly engulfed. You let out a squeal as the fur tickles you. Your entire body is wrapped in super soft Reno fur. You squirm as it surrounds your body. All that shows above the fur is your face, framed by a ring of fur. The pleasure shows on your face. You feel wet between the legs again. You begin to moan, ever so softly as Renonis begins to purr. The low rumble of his voice feels very soothing.

Your body floats like a half submerged boat in an undulating sea of fur. You bob up and down as the waves jostle you about. Occasionally, your arm or your leg or your bear breast surfaces above the furry water line only to be pulled back down a moment later. You are adrift in a sea of golden fur. 

The pleasure melts you. You are unable to move on your own. Renonis knows just where to touch you to keep you in sweet rapture. He enjoys watching your reaction. He likes touching you. He is happy that he can give you so much pleasure. Your cries of delight gratify him and inspire him to new heights. He is big and strong and powerful. The feeling of his power surrounding you is comforting. You feel safe and happy. You feel secure enough to express any desire or emotion that comes to you. You reflect on the irony of being his prisoner at the same time you feel completely free for the first time in your life.

You feel Reno gripping your knees and pulling your legs apart. His strong touch glides slowly up your thighs, toward your pussy. You give it to him, willingly. You trust him. He does not disappoint you. The sensation of two strong hands kneading and massaging your nether regions is as satisfying as you could ever imagine. A feeling like warm sunshine grows from your pelvis and washes all throughout your body. Your entire consciousness focuses down to one small region centered between your legs. You are barely aware of the sounds you make. Reno's purring crescendos to a loud growl. Your voice blends with his to create a chorus of pleasure noise that pushes you to greater heights of pleasure.

Your vision blurs. Small gold and silver sparkles splash behind your eyelids like fireworks shooting across a soft violet sky. Red and purple clouds of rapture appear in your mind's eye. Your vaginal muscles are contract and twitch. They squeeze tighter and tighter until they become a pulsating ball of orgasmic energy waiting to explode between your legs. You scream for release!

"Fuck me!!"

Renonis hesitates.

"Fuck me!!" you repeat. "Fuck me now!!"

He quickens his pace and drives you ever closer to nirvana but not quite far enough.

"Goddammitt! Fuck me HARD!! Fuck me! FUCK!!... ME!!..."

You hear a sound like a lion's roar. It penetrates you to the core. The vines in the canopy above you swirl together to form a giant penis like appendage that descends on you, penetrating you, spreading your pussy as wide as you can withstand. It is painful but it is a good kind of pain! Renonis pumps you with his fur member. It fills you up as it slides in and out with ever increasing speed. It shakes you and jolts the entire bed. The bedding around you pulses and squeezes you tightly. The Reno fur wrings an orgasm out of you.

"I'm CUMMING!!"

Your mind snaps out of consciousness. You are still awake but it is like you are in a different universe. The only thing you can think about is the orgasm that consumes your entire body. You explode into a million pieces. Your body dissolves into a pink cloud of immortal bliss.

The screams of your animal lover fill the air with sounds of feral rapture. He explodes inside of you. He howls like a werewolf! He screams like wildcat! He thrashes you around like an old rag doll! You are cumming again!

"Don't stop!! Don't stop!!"

He ravages you again and again! You feel like you are about to be torn to pieces but the pleasure is worth the pain. You cum and cum again like pulses of a beating heart. The orgasms begin to blend together into one long tingling sensation, pulling you deep into semiconscious subspace. The two of you feel your minds and your bodies merge into one. Your bodies have melted away. There is only energy. Everything fades away until there is nothing but peace and quiet. It is as if you are sitting on the beach watching a majestic sun rise together for the first time in your life... Beauty!

You wake up in the fur bed. You don't know how long you have been there. You don't care. You just lay there with your eyes closed, enjoying the sense of release. You feel a presence beside you. You feel a strong arm around your body. You feel a warm hand gently cupping your breast. There is a man in bed with you, sleeping peacefully beside you in your furry cocoon! It is startling at first but you feel completely comfortable with him. He is a very large man, strong and muscular with hairy chest and arms. He looks like could be a lumberjack or a fur trapper. You feel the muscles of his arms and chest. They are strong and well defined.

You roll over toward him. You are face to face. You stroke his thick, dark hair and kiss him on the lips. His eyes flutter awake.

"Renonis?" you utter softly.

He smiles at you and kisses you back.

"Oh, Amy!" he exclaims with a whisper. "I am REAL again!"

You share a warm embrace as he explains how his spirit has been trapped inside the fur bed for more than a hundred years. He tells you that the receptionist is really a sorceress who lured him into L'hôtel Fourrure with the promise of pleasure and sex. The witch has been using him for her prurient purposes for over a century. You are the first woman who has ever been able to restore him to his human form.

You wrap your arms around each other. He pulls you tight to his chest. The feeling of being whole again refreshes and renews him. You kiss him deeply and roll over onto your back, pulling him on top of you.

"Make love to me like a man!"

He whisks you away on another trip to paradise. This time, real human hands roam your body, a real human mouth sucks at your bosom and a real human member probes deep inside you, carrying you away on a long, slow boat ride down a river of love and passion. You careen through the rapids of lust and desire. You drift on a sea of tranquility. You finally come ashore at the edge of reality.

Your time together is over. You must leave. He must return to his eternal bastille of fur and wood. You both know that he can not leave the confines of his bed lest he die. He is more than one hundred years old. His time on earth has passed but you know that, as long as he stays there, you will be able to return to him again. You give him one last kiss before you crawl to the edge of the bed.

"I love you, Renonis!"

"Richard... My real name is Richard."

"I love you, Richard!"

"Only you can know my real name. Not even the witch knows. It must remain our secret. You must never speak my name outside the confines of this chamber."

"I won't tell. It will be the secret link between us while we are apart."

"I love you, Amy!"

You reach over and touch him one last time before you part the curtains and leave the bed. Richard's hand reaches out and caresses your backside as you withdraw. The curtains close behind you. He closes his eyes and falls into a peaceful slumber. His body slowly dissolves into the fur. He is gone.

You stand before the bed, looking up at its splendid workmanship, admiring its beauty, fixing its image in your mind. You want to be able to remember Renonis until you return.

You walk out to the main sitting room. Your suitcase is sitting on the floor, next to the sofa. You open it up to look inside. All your clothes are there, freshly cleaned and pressed. You look underneath to find the underwear Renonis ate the night before. They are not there but, in their place, you find a silk lingerie bag. Inside you find a fur bra and a pair of fur panties! You hurry into the bathroom to wash up before you get dressed. You smell like sweaty sex.

You take a long, hot bath in the Jacuzzi tub. You feel very sore. The heat and the bubbles help wash away the pain. You dry off and fix your hair and makeup in the mirror. You return to your suitcase and take out the fur undies. You smile in anticipation of how they will feel as they glide up your thighs and surround you in fur. It feels even better than you imagined! You get a chill up your spine as you cup the fur bra around your breast and pull up the straps. The fur caresses your body as you move. You imagine a faint purring sound inside your head as you finished getting dressed. Renonis will be with you!

The bellman returns to take your suitcase to the lobby. You check out with the receptionist. You mention nothing about what took place inside the bedchamber. She knows that something special happened but she has no idea that you know about Richard and the magic that holds him prisoner in her bed.

You sign the credit card receipt. The bill is rather steep but it is the best $1,000 you ever spent. You take your copy and file it in your purse with the other receipts from your business trip. You pick up a few business cards from the desk and put them into your purse.

The sorceress smiles at you. "We appreciate referrals to L'hôtel Fourrure but you must never reveal the secret!"

"What would be the fun in that?!", you wink back.

She cackles a wicked little laugh.

"Oh! Ms. Jensen!", the witch says as you turn to leave. "Renonis tells me he wants you to have something!"

She holds up a beautiful fur coat, just like the one she is wearing! She helps you put it on and fluffs up the collar around your face. You are aghast at its splendor. You revel in its softness. You snuggle yourself in the fur.

"Thank you! It's wonderful!"

"Our compliments!" she smiles. "Reno wants you to come back again, soon!"

"I will!" you say with delightful anticipation.

"Au revoir, Mlle. Jensen! Revenu bientôt!"

The doorman ushers you out to the waiting limousine and you are whisked back to the airport in style and luxury. You arrive just in time for your flight! The chauffeur hands your suitcase off to the baggage handler. You are whisked away, directly to the gate where you are escorted right to your First Class seat at the front of the plane. Somebody has pulled some strings to get your V.I.P. treatment on this flight!

The attendant offers to hang up your coat for you. She doesn't say it but you can tell she's interested in the fur. You let her help you out of it just to tantalize her. You watch the expression on her face as it drapes across her arms. She looks like she's about to pee her pants! You smile and wink at her.

"Go ahead." you say with a knowing expression.

She pets the fur for a few moments then carefully hangs it up in the storage closet.

"Thank you." she says in a tone that can only come from a person who has had a little taste of heaven in their hands.

You know she's hooked! You pull out a business card from your purse and hand it to her.

"L'hôtel Fourrure!" she reads out softly in perfect French.

You put your finger to her lips. "Shhh!" You squint your eyes and smile with an expression that communicates, "Don't tell!"

She nods in understanding.

You feel your fur undies gently caress you under your clothes. You get a shiver of pleasure. "Good girl!", the sorceress's voice echoes through your head. You sit in your seat and get ready for takeoff. Once you are in the air you recline your seat and close your eyes for a nap. Your fur undies gently massage you to several quiet orgasms right there in the middle of the plane! It makes the long plane ride seem just a little bit shorter.

You finally reach your destination. You are eager to get home. You go to pick up your suitcase at the luggage carousel. You notice several people looking at you in your fur coat as you stroll confidently down the corridor. A man standing next to you at the carousel brushes up against your sleeve. You know he did it on purpose but you ignore him. You like the effect your new fur coat has on people.

You leave the airport and make your way to the parking garage. You load your suitcase into your car and drive home. It is almost an hour's commute, from the airport, home. You anticipate finally being back in your own house, sleeping in your own bed, for the first time in a week.

You pull your car into the garage and carry your suitcase into the house. It's good to be home but living alone in such a big house can be lonely. You don't want to think about it. You just want to recover from your vacation. You carry your suitcase down the hallway toward your bedroom. You might as well unpack now.

As you approach the door you smell a familiar scent. It's a musky, leathery smell. You know this smell! You drop your suitcase and quickly open the door. You look inside. It is dark. The room is different. The scent of animal lust fills your nostrils! Your eyes adjust to the dimly lit room.

"Renonis!?"

There, in the center of the room is the large, wooden fur bed!

Renonis purrs at you in his long, deep voice.....