10 comments/ 33154 views/ 14 favorites The Care and Feeding of Fur By: Worker11811 "Thank you, Mrs. Johnson. Here are your claim checks." Samantha hands a stack of ticket stubs to the customer. "Don't forget. You'll need these tickets when you come back to pick up your furs next fall." "Yes, dear... Samantha..." The old lady squints as she tries to read the clerk's name badge. "I've been bringing my furs here for storage since before you were born." Samantha blushes, slightly. "Well, these are some of the most beautiful fur coats I've ever seen!" "I'm not getting any younger!" the old lady says in an informational tone. "Mrs. Johnson, I don't think you're too old!" "Don't patronize me! We both know somebody my age can't take care of this many furs the way a young woman like you can!" "But, Ma'am! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to offend!" "None taken." After a pause, the old woman continues. "Furs like these are a handful for anybody to take care of, let alone an old woman!" Samantha looks over the collection of furs hanging on wheeled racks. There are dozens of them hanging neatly in rows. The coats are made from every type of fur imaginable. There are many full length foxes, several minks and beavers but, notably, there is one gorgeous, oversized chinchilla. She eyes each one, gingerly running her fingers up and down the sleeves. She pretends to inspect them as she slides the hangers along the metal rod. "That chinchilla on the end!" Mrs. Johnson points out. "I haven't been able to take care of that one, properly, in years." Samantha looks it over, acting as if she has been working with fur coats her whole life. "I think it's the most beautiful coat I have ever seen!" she compliments. "I don't have what it takes to handle a coat like that anymore!" Samantha furrows her brow and nods her head. She tries to hide the fact that she has no idea what the lady is talking about. "The last time I wore that coat was more than twenty years ago. Even then, it took all my strength!" "It looks like a very heavy coat." The expression on Mrs. Johnson's face changes. "You have no idea what I'm talking about. Do you?" "Ma'am. I'm sorry. I've only worked here for two weeks." The woman turns her attention to the man talking on the telephone at the other end of the counter,. "Mister Hedges!" she says, waving her hand in the air. "Mister Hedges! May I have a word with you?" The man signals back and quickly finishes his conversation. He hangs up the phone and walks over to the other end where Mrs. Johnson and Samantha are standing. "Mister Hedges... Ron... How long have I been a customer in this salon?" "As long as I can remember, Mrs. Johnson!" "How long has this young lady been working for you?" "Not long, Mrs. Johnson." "You can cut the crap, Ron." she interrupted. "You know my name. Call me Gladys." "Yes, Gladys. She's been working here for about two weeks." "Haven't you been teaching her how to care for the furs?" "Why, no. She's only just begun her training." The woman frowns for a moment as she surveys Samantha's sexy, young body. "A young lady as pretty as her doesn't know anything about furs?!" "Things are different with kids, nowadays, Gladys. They just don't learn these things anymore." "That's going to change right now!" she barks. Mrs. Johnson motions to Samantha. "Take that big chinchilla you were drooling over and put it on!" Mister Hedges tries to intercede. "But Gladys! She can't handle a fur like that! She never..." "Baloney!" the lady barks out. "When I was her age I couldn't get enough of that fur!" "Gladys, couldn't we get one of the other girls to take care of this one for you?" "She's going to have to start sometime. It might as well be now. "But she doesn't..." stammers Mister Hedges. The old lady cuts in, "Do as I ask or I'll take my business elsewhere!" Mister Hedges nods. "Go ahead, Samantha. Put it on." Samantha takes the oversized chinchilla off the rack. Mister Hedges moves over and helps her slip it on. "Oh! My God!" she gasps as her arms slide inside. "It's got fur on the inside, too!" Samantha feels like she is being swallowed whole by the giant fur coat. Her whole body seems to disappear into a furry gray cloud. A musky, animal smell seems to surround her. She feels a tingle of fur against her cheeks while Mister Hedges pulls the oversized hood over her head. Her whole face is covered. She can see only a thin sliver of light at the end of a dark tunnel of fur. "Fasten it up!" Mrs. Johnson orders. "Let her get used to it." Mister Hedges fastens the front of the coat, wrapping Samantha in a tall mantle of soft, gray fur. It reaches clear to the floor. The sleeves are so long, her arms don't come all the way to the ends. Samantha feels disoriented, swimming in the giant fur coat. A brief burst of panic overcomes her when she hears a soft, low purring sound. It's almost imperceptible to her ear. It seems as if she's hearing it inside her mind. Samantha's body tenses up and a chill runs down her spine at the sound she hears. A sudden rush of sexual energy overcomes her. She gets a sinking sensation in her stomach as warm, sexual impulses radiate from her pelvis, outward through her body. She luxuriates in the warm, snugly fur. Samantha closes her eyes and softly sighs with pleasure. ********** "Samantha, honey!" The old lady pats her on the cheek. "Are you awake?" Samantha opens her eyes and looks around to find herself standing in the middle of the room again, without the fur. She looks around to get her bearings and to see what happened to the fur she was wearing. She eventually spies it hanging on the rack. "Oh... Yes... I'm okay." she says in a dreamy voice. "You see!" Pleads Mister Hedges. "She can't handle a coat like that! It'll tear her apart! Let me give it to one of the other girls!" "Hogwash!" the woman says, sternly. "That fur LIKES her! It won't hurt her." "Well, maybe we should let her start with some of the other ones first!" Samantha stands there, gawking, as Mister Hedges and Mrs. Johnson argue back and forth. She has no idea what they are talking about. She listens, intently, trying to figure out some clue to their meaning. Mrs. Johnson scowls at the man. She is not giving in. Mister Hedges tries to negotiate. "One of the other girls will have to go with her." "Only as long as nobody but Samantha wears my chinchilla." He reluctantly agrees. He knows Mrs. Johnson will take her business and her money elsewhere if he doesn't follow her orders to the letter. "You drive a hard bargain, Mrs. Johnson!" "This fur hasn't been fed properly in a very long time. It's going to take a pretty, young girl like Samantha, here, to satisfy it after all these years." "It's getting lonely!" she adds with a grin. Samantha looks at the pair, standing in the store, bantering back and forth. "What is this all about? What do I have to do?" There is a pause. Mister Hedges begins to explain. "You see, furs have to be fed..." "HUSH!" shouts Mrs. Johnson. "Don't tell!" "But, Gladys!" "It's better this way. It likes the taste of innocence! Besides, it already knows her scent." "What happened to me?" Samantha asks. "I feel like I blacked out or something." "That means it has already started to affect you." the old woman informs. "But don't you worry. Everything will be all right." "When somebody tells me not to worry", says Samantha, "that means I've probably got something to worry about!" "It's okay, honey. You're not going to get hurt..." says Mister hedges. "ENOUGH!" shouts Mrs. Johnson. "Take her to the fur vault!" Mister Hedges calls out, "Darcie! Come out here, please!" "Yes, Mister Hedges?" answers the young woman from the back room. A moment later, she enters through the swinging double doors. "Take Samantha down to vault number three and feed her... Umm... I mean HAVE her feed Mrs. Johnson's furs." he says with a stutter in his voice. Gladys gives him a stern look and wags her finger. An eager look comes across Darcie's face. "Oh, GOOD! I've been wanting to feed that giant chinchilla for years, now!" "No!" says Mister Hedges. "Only Samantha!" He shakes his head. "Mrs. Johnson's orders!" "But, I've worked here longer!" she complains. "Customer's instructions!" he scolds. "Well, okay..." she says with a pout. "Does she know..." "Say nothing!" Mrs. Johnson interrupts. "The innocence thing?" Darcie questions. "The first time is the one you always remember." Mrs. Johnson nods. Darcie nods back with a knowing smile. The old woman puts her hand on Samantha's shoulder. "I was just like you when I was your age." says Mrs. Johnson. "I take that as a compliment, Ma'am?" "Yes. Mister Hedges hires lots of pretty girls in the summer. Doesn't he?" "We've got three vaults full of furs to take care of!" Mister Hedges smiles. "You two have a lot of work ahead of you, then! What are you doing, standing around here?" Mister Hedges motions to the doorway leading to the back room. "You hear the customer!" "Yes, sir!" Darcie replies, smartly. "The two of you take the rest of the day." "C'Mon, Sam." says Darcie. "Let me show you the vaults." Samantha just stands there in a daze. She doesn't understand a word of what's been spoken. She only knows that everybody in the room is hiding something from her. "What is it that you're not telling me?" she pleads. Darcie grabs her by the sleeve of her blouse and tugs her along. "Nothing!" she barks. "Just get your ass in gear!" They each grab a wheeled rack full of furs and pull them along behind. The two young women exit the salon, into the back room. Without a word, they cross the store room. Metal wheels rattle on concrete. They open the outer elevator doors and slide open the safety gate. Darcie, Samantha and the racks full of furs move into the elevator. The outer doors and gate are slammed shut. A moment later, the mechanical sound of the elevator signals their descent to the vault level. Meanwhile, in the other room, Mister Hedges and Mrs. Johnson converse quietly across the counter. "You really played that well!" Mister Hedges laughs. "Is she really THAT naive?" she chuckles back. "Where did you get her?" "From the college." He shrugs. "She's about to get a real education! Isn't she?" "The biggest lesson of her life!" he replies. They both share one final laugh together before Mister Hedges bids the old lady farewell. ********** Darcie and Samantha exit the elevator and wheel the carts full of furs down the long dark hallway. They pass by two large, metal doors and stop at the third. "Vault number three." informs Darcie. She unlocks the door and swings it open. She pushes her cart ahead of her as she enters. Samantha hesitates to go inside. "Get in here!" Darcie scolds. "Why do I feel like a lamb being led to the slaughter?" Darcie laughs. "Nothing bad is going to happen!" "Close the door behind you." she adds. Samantha pushes her cart in then closes the door with a loud metallic click. She looks around the room and sees rows and rows of furs, all hanging neatly on metal racks. There must be a dozen aisles in this store room, each with as many racks stacked two levels high. "Holy crap!" gasps Samantha. "Look at all the furs!" "This is where they are stored in the summer." instructs Darcie. The skin on Samantha's arms and legs starts to get goose bumps. She feels a shiver of cold move up her spine. "It's cold in here!" "Temperature controlled vault." says Darcie. "But don't worry. You won't notice the cold, five minutes from now..." "Why not?" "I'll explain in a minute" Darcie says, obviously evading the question. She pretends to straighten and fluff the furs on the rolling racks, ignoring Samantha's obvious nervousness. "Do the honors, would you, Sam?" Darcie points across the room toward a row of furs. "Down there... Aisle two... Last bay... all the way in the back. Find an empty spot for Mrs. Johnson's furs." Darcie hands Samantha a couple of the furs from one of the carts and sends her on her way. She nods obediently, turns and heads down the row. "Aisle two." she says to herself as she walks along. When she reaches aisle two, Samantha discovers how close together the racks of furs are hung. There is barely enough room to squeeze between the rows. The furs she carries in her hands makes the gap seem even smaller. She pushes the coats aside as she enters. They swing apart easily then close together behind her when she passes through. The luxurious fur brushes her bare arms and legs as she wades in, sending a chill of pleasure up her spine. Samantha searches for twenty or thirty feet along the row until she comes to an empty section. "Johnson" says the handwritten tag on the crossbar above the bay. She puts the furs up and makes sure they are hung neatly on their hangers then returns to the cart for another load. Darcie hands her two more furs and sends her back down the aisle. "Only about twenty more trips to go!" Darcie says with a devilish grin. "I can never walk down these rows without getting horny." Samantha blushes a little because she knows Darcie can tell she IS feeling horny. She tries to pretend she isn't affected by the fur and heads off down the row, another load of coats in tow. Several trips later, she realizes she is literally surrounded by a sea of fur coats. There are all shapes and styles. Some are long. Some are short. There are foxes and coyote's and minks and beavers and furs of every sort, all around her. There is fur, virtually as far as the eye can see. Each time Samantha enters the gauntlet of furs, she must brace herself for the thrill she knows she will feel when she plunges in. She begins to walk very slowly, swaying her hips, to and fro as she goes, so that the coats swing on their hangers like pendulums. After several trips up and down the row of furs, she notices there is a wet spot developing in her panties. Samantha turns around to look behind her to see if Darcie is watching. She can see her standing by the rolling carts, watching as she dances in the ocean of fur. She notices Samantha looking back at her and quickly pretends to go back to work, tending the furs. "Just two more trips!" says Darcie. She hands Samantha another load of coats then points to the giant chinchilla coat, hanging by itself on the rack. "This is the last one." "I'm tired!" huffs Samantha. "This was fun but it sure was a lot of work!" "You're not done!" Darcie says with a strange tone in her voice. "The fun hasn't even started for you, yet!" Samantha wonders what Darcie is talking about but she dutifully goes back down the row to finish the job. "There isn't any more room!" Samantha calls out. "If you can't find space in aisle two, look in aisle three." Samantha searches all the way to the end of the aisle until she comes to a solid concrete block wall. She turns to make her way back down the aisle and continue her search in aisle three. Just then, she hears a sound. There is a rustling noise in the fur ahead of her, followed by a faint growl. A shock of fear fills her as she heads back down the aisle where she came from. She pushes the coats apart, trying to speed her departure from the dark cavern of fur. This time the furs don't give way like they used to. They feel stiff and heavy, almost like they are resisting her. She feels a presence in the fur. It seems to be stalking her as she struggles along. By the time she makes it half way back, the presence has caught up to her. Samantha's arms tire and her legs feel like rubber. She can no longer stay ahead of it. She sees Darcie standing at the end of the aisle with her arms crossed. There is a smile on her face as she looks on. The furs get heavier and harder to move as she fights her way out. Soon, it is impossible for Samantha to budge them at all. She tries to turn around and push some of the furs behind her out of the way. They hold fast. She is trapped! She can't move forward and she can't go back. "Darcie! Help me!" She just stands there, smiling and watching as Samantha struggles with the furs. Fear turns to panic as Samantha feels movement in the fur around her. The growling noise gets louder. It is coming from the fur! She pushes and fights with the fur as it closes tightly around her, locking her so firmly in place she can hardly move. "Darce! HELP!" Darcie just grins, with a jealous, almost trancelike look on her face as she watches her coworker struggle with he fur. Still, she says nothing. Samantha feels a tug at her blouse. An unseen hand is pawing at her clothing. She tries to wrench free but, as quickly as she pulls away, another furry hand takes its place. Soon, it feels like there are a dozen furry appendages, holding her in place, pulling at her clothes. She screams in terror when the fur coats all close in on her and swirl around, forming a mass around her struggling body. She feels the buttons of her blouse pop open, one by one, as the fur coats tear away her garments. A sensual softness advances over the surface of her exposed skin as mounds of fur slide over her bare midriff. Samantha's feet are lifted off the floor and her shoes are pulled off her feet. Soft fur wraps around her feet and ankles, holding them fast. She tries in vain to kick her legs free. Her blouse falls away. More fur grips her wrists, pulling her arms up above her head. Without the use of her hands, Samantha can not fight off the fur as it slides her skirt down, over her hips. The fur strokes up and down her back, as if it is teasing her. Samantha renews her fight against the fur coats as they continue to methodically strip her naked. "Darcie! Why won't you help me?" she pleads. "You are doing just fine." Darcie giggles. "What do you mean, 'Just fine?'" Samantha wails. "These damn things are ripping my clothes off!" "That's the whole idea..." Darcie replies. Samantha feels soft fur surrounding her firm breasts. Her bra falls away, lost in the pool of swirling fur. She pulls her hands free from their restraints and tries to recover it but quickly gives up. The sensation of hundreds for fur coats, all rubbing themselves against her naked torso, overcomes her. Her nipples tense up as fur rubs itself around and around her breasts. The feeling is exquisite! Several more hands begin to tug at the waistband of her panties. Samantha tries to reach down to prevent them from being pulled off. More and more furs begin tugging and pulling at her waist, trying to remove the last of her undergarments. Try as she might, she is unable to prevent her panties from sliding down around her ankles. Only seconds later, they slip off her feet to be devoured by the fur. Samantha lets out a gasp of pleasure as she feels fur sliding up and down along her backside. It caresses the crack of her ass, gently tickling her. She kicks and giggles and squirms as it tickles her all over, finding every sensitive part of her body. There seems to be a laughing sound coming from the depths of the fur as it tickles her to oblivion. Darcie sees an expression of surprise on Samantha's face. She struggles against the fur to prevent her legs being pried apart. "Oh, my GOD!" she gulps out. "What's wrong?" Darcie asks. "They're doing... THINGS... to me!" Darcie laughs out loud. "What kind of 'things?'" Samantha forces her hands between her legs, trying in vain to protect her mound from the onslaught of fur. "They're trying to get in my pussy!" "Go ahead! Let them!" Darcie replied in a matter of fact tone. "What?" "That's what you're here for... To feed the furs!" Samantha lets out a screech as the fur pulls her legs farther apart and begins creeping up her thighs, toward home base. The Care and Feeding of Fur "FEED?!" she hollers. "Feed them WHAT?" "You!" The fur wiggles its way into Samantha's crotch. She tries with all her might to keep it away from her pussy but it is too strong for her. Her hands are forcefully pulled away. There is nothing she can do. "What do you mean, 'Me?'" Samantha squeaks out with her last few ounces of strength. "These fur THINGS are going to FUCK me?" "No, they're just going to soften you up for a while." The fur finally takes full control of Samantha's gorgeous figure. She feels her body start to drift as the fur swirls around. Her resolve is beginning to break. "They're going to make you good and horny so you'll be ready for the main event." Samantha finally gives up the fight. She knows its only a matter of time before the fur has its way with her. She feels something soft, tickling at her taint, between her legs. A long, low sigh comes out of her mouth. "This big chinchilla, over here, is going to fuck the shit out of you!" Samantha doesn't care any more. All she can think about is the sensations of fur taking over her naked body. She closes her eyes and swoons her head back. She feels herself sinking deeper and deeper into the sea of fur. "Just go with it, Sam. Nothing's going to hurt you. I promise." The fur begins to stroke her body faster and faster, working her up into a state of sexual ecstasy. It plunges at her pussy, spreading her lips apart and gently rubbing her clit. "I'm going to come!" shouts Samantha. "No, you're not!" Darcie answers back. "These furs are just going to play with you for a while." The last of Samantha's inhibitions slip away as the fur pushes her to the edge of Heaven. She moans and yells as she feels the desire for pleasure saturate her mind." "That a girl, Sammie! Beg for it! They like it when you beg!" Her body is being assaulted with furry delight. There isn't a square inch of her skin that isn't being tortured to the limit with pleasure. "When they're done with you, I'll feed you to Mrs. Johnson's big chinchilla, over here!" "If this is the warm up, what is the main event going to be like?" Samantha thinks to herself. Darcie wheels the rack holding the giant chinchilla coat to the end of the row so Samantha can see it. She strokes it, longingly, then gestures suggestively as she directs her attention toward it. "Sammie, baby! This thing is going to make you think you died and went to heaven!" Samantha's vision starts to dim. She falls into a deep, furry trance. Her body feels like it is being carried away on a cloud of orgasmic fur. "Please! Let me come! Please!" Samantha begs. The fur is swirling her faster and faster every second. "How long can this torture last?" she thinks. "Yes! Beg!" she hears in a low, soft voice. "We LIKE it when you beg!" "Yes! More!" she shouts out. "Do you want THIS?!" taunts the fur as it laps at her clit with a stroke of furry pleasure. "Aah!" Samantha screams. "YES!" I want THAT!" "You'll get what we give you and you'll like it!" says the fur as it tweaks her clit again. Samantha's body instinctively bucks and squirms with pleasure. "Please! Please!" she implores. The fur laughs and giggles to itself as it probes her helpless body even faster and harder. "Feed us!" she hears the fur say as her vision goes dark for the last time. ********** "Sam?... Sam?" Darcie calls out, patting Samantha on the cheek. Samantha opens her eyes wide and shakes her head, struggling to come back to reality. "How do you feel?" "Good... I think..." Samantha answers slowly. She looks around to find herself standing with Darcie in the middle of the fur vault. The chill in the air gives her goose bumps all over. The sounds of her own strained cries of pleasure still ring in her ears. Her body tingles all over from the fur that once surrounded her. The dull, throbbing pangs of orgasms denied radiate out, from between her legs. "Rest for a few minutes while I get Mrs. Johnson's fur ready." "No!" Samantha yells. "What do you mean, 'No?'" Darcie challenges. "You HAVE to feed this fur!" "No, I don't want to wait!" Samantha explains. "I'm horny! Right now! I've gotta' fuck!" "Don't get your snatch in such an uproar! You'll get to fuck!" "My snatch IS in an uproar!" Samantha fires back. "I want to fuck! NOW!" She heads over to the cart holding Mrs. Johnson's oversized chinchilla. She takes if off the rack and removes it from the hanger. "Help me get this on." Samantha commands. "Wait a second!" replies Darcie. "This fur is different!" "I don't care!" "Once you put it on, there is nothing I or anybody else can do to stop it from doing whatever it wants to you." "Oh!" Samantha says in an irritated tone. "You bring me down here and throw me to the wolves and, after you get me all lathered up, you tell me you're not going to finish what you started?" "No! Nothing of the sort! I just wanted to be sure you know..." "I'm a big girl! I can handle a fur coat!" "I just want you to be ready." "Okay. I'm ready! Now, if you're going to feed me to the furs, get on with it!" Darcie doesn't say another word. She picks up the coat and holds it open for Samantha to put on. A great rush of pleasure races through Samantha's naked body the moment she slips into the fur. It slides over her smooth skin almost effortlessly, encasing her in its folds of yummy softness. "Oh, my God!" she gasps. "Chinchilla is some fantastic fur! Isn't it?" "No, no. The fur feels great but it's MOVING!" "Holy shit!" marvels Darcie. "I never saw one move this fast before!" Before another word is spoken, Samantha feels the fur coat close around her and fasten itself in front like a giant furry hand swooping down and scooping her up. "Uh, oh!" says Samantha as the oversized fur hood pulls itself up, over her head and closes itself around her face. One last sliver of light disappears down a long, dark tunnel of fur. Samantha tries to pull the hood back down with her hands but the opening has, somehow, disappeared. She tries to push her hands out of the long, furry sleeves but the ends have closed up, too. The opening in the front of the coat is gone, as well. Even the bottom has closed in around her feet. She is sealed inside a fur cocoon. There is no escape. The fur swirls around her body, tingling every bit of her with pleasure. The coat tightens around her entire body like a python coils around its prey. For one, brief moment a flash of panic flows through her mind but, seconds later, an overwhelming sense of calm and security descends on her. The familiar, musky animal scent fills her nostrils and the quiet purring sound fills her ears again. Samantha's senses are being overloaded with stimulation and pleasure yet she feels completely safe and content. She closes her eyes and swoons her head, savoring this moment as if she might not ever feel pleasure like this again. Darcie watches in disbelief as the fur coat swallows Samantha like a giant snake. She already hears the muffled sound of her heavy breathing. She can see the outline of Samantha's form as the coat pulls itself tighter and tighter around her body. Just the sight of this spectacle makes Darcie feel horny. She closes her eyes for a moment to imagine what it feels like to be naked and totally helpless, trapped inside that coat. Then, she turns toward the rows of furs on the racks inside the vault. She tugs the tail of her blouse out from from under her skirt and loosens her waistband. She kicks off her shoes and heads toward aisle two. She pushes the fur coats aside as she confidently strides down the alley. They close again, behind her, as soon as she passes. Her body seems to disappear into the furry darkness. A few seconds later, Darcie's cries of pleasure can be heard coming from deep within the row of fur coats. Samantha falls into a deep hypnotic trance. Her mind is completely conscious but her body feels like it is floating in space. She can feel every touch of fur as it caresses her bare skin. Her muscles are completely relaxed. It is as if she lies in bed, dreaming, half way between sleep and reality. Gradually, she senses a presence surround her in the fur again. "You are the one they call Samantha? Yes?" "Yes... I am... Samantha." she answers dreamily. Hundreds of hands seem to materialize in the fur, all around her. They methodically move up and down her body. They grope at every part of her. They feel her face and head. They gently tug at her hair. She sighs as the fur rubs her cheeks. It molds itself tightly to her face, forming a perfect likeness of Samantha's features. She does not think it strange at all that she can still breathe normally, even though she should be suffocating. "You have a lovely face, Samantha. I shall remember you, always." Somehow, Samantha knows what the fur is doing. Her instinct tells her that it is examining her, as if this is the way it visualizes things. She is reminded of the way a blind man touches things to understand them. This is how a fur coat that has no eyes to see with gets to know its wearer. The feeling is quite pleasurable. The fur, touching and measuring every part of her body feels nice against her skin. It relaxes her and makes her content to let the fur touch her any way it likes. Even though she stands, nude, wrapped inside a large fur beast, probing every part of her naked body she does not feel self-conscious. She is not afraid. She knows the fur is not trying to hurt her. Samantha lets her thoughts float while the fur sizes her up. Many hands move down to her shoulders and along her arms. They lift and turn her hands as if they are studying her palms and her fingers. Fur hands gently walk down her back, along her spine, sending chills through her body as they brush against bare skin. They close in around her torso and hold fast around her waist. Groping fingers tickle their way along her tight, muscular stomach, upward to her chest. Her rib cage heaves up and down as her breathing gets faster and faster, sending ripples up and down her midsection. Samantha inhales deeply as two strong hands cup her ample breasts. A burst of pleasure grips her as deft fingers pinch her nipples and roll them back and forth between furry digits. They are rock hard, sending pleasure signals to the rest of her body, pushing her to an even higher state of arousal. Next the fur begins to examine Samantha's backside. Two more hands glide along the curve of her ass cheeks, gently skimming the surface of her skin. Samantha's muscles tighten up when a single finger traces a path, slowly up and down her butt crack. She giggles with delight when the fur weasels its way between her legs and tickles her taint. It senses her vulnerability and backs off, momentarily,only to attack again when her defenses are down. She screams out with laughter and kicks her legs frantically. There is a faint giggle, coming from the fur. Samantha knows it is playing with her, trying to find the most ticklish places on her body. She is happy to let it. Finally, the fur grips her long, lean legs and thighs. She waits with baited breath as it slides up her thighs toward her waiting pussy. She spreads her legs and arches her back, inviting the fur to probe her insides. There is the feeling of fur pressing up against her mound, grinding in slow, methodical circles but it does not try to go any farther. Samantha spreads her legs again and arches her back, virtually begging to be taken but the fur does not oblige. The fur gently stops its examination of Samantha's body. It is disappointing to have such pleasure come to an abrupt end. "Samantha... You have a beautiful body." "Thank you!" she replies with a smile. Samantha doesn't think it strange to be talking to a fur coat. "You are much younger and more beautiful than my last human." says the fur. "I shall enjoy pleasuring you very much." "I enjoy letting you pleasure me very much!" says Samantha. The words barely finish coming out of her mouth before the fur coat springs into action, scooping her up in a torrent of fur, instantly rocketing her to the heights of arousal. "Oh, my God!", cries Samantha. It is only seconds before she is at the brink. Her body thrashes wildly in anticipation of ultimate pleasure. Wave after wave of soft fur glides up and down her whole body at a frenzied pace. It holds her at the final plateau as if it is waiting for just the right moment. "Come for me!" groans the fur in a long, drawn out voice. "Please come for me!" Samantha's body tingles in delight as the fur beckons her. "I must have your orgasm or I will not survive!" it begs as it strains to keep up it's frenzied pace. It probes between her legs, desperately searching out her pussy with its last ounce of strength. "Samantha... save... me..." Samantha spreads her legs as wide as she can, letting the fur have its way with her quivering pussy. The moment it touches her, she feels a raging fire between her legs consume her mind and her body. "Oh! I'm coming!" she screams. The fur squeezes her tight with new found strength and begins to massage her clit in small circles. Samantha screams again and again until she reaches the peak of rapture. She lets out a series of long, low moans. "Oh!" the fur calls out. "I will be sustained!" Each time Samantha sings out with delight the fur joins in until, at last, their voices join to form a chorus of pleasurable songs. With each orgasmic contraction, the fur greedily drinks in the sexual energy released from her body until, finally, Samantha's is unable to continue the pace. Her orgasms slowly fade, leaving her in a calm, blissful trance. The fur, likewise, can not continue the pace. Finally, its fingers slow into gentle, flowing ripples against Samantha's smooth skin. Quietly, Samantha lays, cradled in the fur. It rocks her, gently back and forth and soothes her by running its hands, ever so gently over her skin. It takes several minutes for the afterglow to fade, until she finally comprehends her surroundings again. "Oh, that was beautiful!" Samantha says. "Your orgasms are sweet and beautiful!" whispers the fur. "Thank you." she replies. "Thank you for feeding me!" the fur answers back. "I have not been fed in many years." "What do you mean, 'feed?'" queried Samantha. "You EAT my orgasms?" "I do not eat worldly food. It is the chi that you release which sustains me." Samantha lays still while the fur talks. "There is much chi in you. Your orgasms will make me whole again, very soon." Samantha lays quiet for a few moments, thinking about the incredible experience she just had. "You are a beautiful fur. You are soft and you feel wonderful against my skin. I like to wear you very much." The fur caresses her with gratitude. "Ooh!" she whispers as the chill tingles up her spine. "Thank you!" the fur replies. The two just lay together in a soft embrace. Samantha curls up in the fur's strong arms while it rocks her, gently, back and forth like a baby in a cradle. She drifts off to sleep, wrapped in its furry folds. Samantha wakes to the words, "I hunger..." The fur senses her stirring. "My human can no longer sustain me. She has grown old. I need you, Samantha!" "What can I do?" she asks. "Allow me to drink your chi. I promise to repay you tenfold." "How will you repay me?" "Do you know my human? "Mrs. Johnson." Samantha answers. "Do you know her age?" "Seventy?" she guesses. "Gladys, my human, is more than one hundred years old." "A HUNDRED?" "Yes! And, I shall do the same for you. Your live will be prolonged as I have done for her." "Oh, my God!" she marvels. "Please be my human!" "Well, what about Mrs. Johnson?" "Remember, she told you she could not care for me anymore." "Yes, I do seem to remember something to that effect..." "Mrs. Johnson wants you to be my new human." Samantha ponders what she has just heard. If anybody told her a story like this, just yesterday, she would not have believed them. But, now, she lies in the basement of a fur salon, wrapped in a huge fur coat, in the afterglow of the most intense sexual experience of her life. "Please, Samantha! I beg you! I will not survive without you!" She lays still, not making a single sound as she replays the days events over in her head. "I will show you new pleasures, the likes of which you have never dreamed!" Samantha feels the fur move all around her. It winds her up in its strong coils and squeezes her tightly. She squirms, frantically in its grip. One by one, the multitude of fur hands begins to slowly tantalize her body, inch by inch. A fuzzy finger makes lazy circles around her navel. Samantha's stomach muscles ripple up and down. She wiggles her hips, trying to escape the fur's tickling. It lets her move just enough to let her think she can avoid its advances but, only a few seconds later, Samantha feels another fur hand tickling her tight, round ass. She recoils from the attack but finds her midsection back in the grip of even more fur hands. Samantha laughs and makes guttural noises as the fur tickles her into a state of utter chaos. Fur encircles her from all sides. Her body writhes with ticklish pleasure as she gasps for breath. She feels light headed from lack of oxygen. "I enjoy making you squirm, Samantha!" the fur bellows out. "I feel powerful again!" Samantha knows that, from the moment she first tried on this coat, upstairs in the salon, it was her destiny to be stripped naked and fed to the furs. Her mind races as she ponders her ultimate fate. Her thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of fur creeping up her torso toward her chest. The fur moves at a methodical pace. Samantha's ample bosom rises and falls as she strains to catch her breath. She suddenly freezes when she feels her nipples stand up. The fur coat demonstrates its ability to touch her with great precision by allowing only the very tips of its hairs to stimulate the most sensitive places on her tits. Quick bursts of pleasure radiate outward with each stroke. Samantha tenses her whole body in anticipation, trying to lay very still. She sighs with each pass as more and more of the fur swallows her tits and massages them in slow, deliberate circles. It squeezes them and pulls them and runs rings around her nipples at just the right pace to send shivers down her spine. She moans with delight. The pleasure increases, exponentially, until Samantha writhes with sensations like she has never felt before. A warm feeling wells up in her chest and races through her whole body. "Woah!", Samantha cries out in surprise. The sensation lasts for several seconds then slowly fades away. The fur's movements fall off to a series of leisurely waves, stroking up and down the length of her body. Samantha lays in the fur with an amazed expression on her face. "I never felt an orgasm from my breasts before!" "I will give you orgasms like few have ever known." the fur whispers softly into her ear. "Be my human and I will show you even greater pleasures!" The fur's grip tightens around her, yet again. "Samantha! I need you!" "If you feed from my life force, how will I survive? Won't you drain me to death?" asks Samantha. "Woman is the bearer of children. Just as she creates life within her body, she creates chi. As long as her womb is able to create life, she can not be drained." The fur's hands reach out and touch Samantha in places it knows will excite her the most. It rubs her backside and her legs. It gently, slowly spreads her legs apart until it has access to her mound. Wet heat grows between her legs as the sensations creep up her inner thighs. Samantha knows that the fur is only trying to make her give in. She tries to resist temptation but she knows she is slowly beginning to melt. The Care and Feeding of Fur "Yes... Samantha... Let yourself sink into my fur..." An invisible force seems to be pulling her down, farther and farther into the depths of rapture. A sense of great happiness and security washes over her as she falls deeper and deeper into its spell. 'Relax... Surrender... Feel pleasure..." The more she relaxes, the better she feels. The tension in her body falls away, leaving her in a state of total peace and calm. Her whole body tingles with the beautiful sensations of fur brushing over her. It makes her body move in response. The more she relaxes, the more pleasure she feels and the faster her naked body moves. "Give yourself to me..." Samantha sinks deeper and deeper into the depths of the swirling fur. She no longer controls her own body. The pleasure short circuits her nervous system. "Our bodies are one... Give me your mind..." beckons the fur. Samantha feels little orgasmic pulses sparking like firecrackers detonating all over her body. Her thoughts race as they grow stronger and more numerous until every inch of her feels electrified. The pleasure intensifies between her legs, building to a level of incredible rapture. "I can see into your mind, now, Samantha... Your thoughts are beautiful... Tell me what you want and I shall fulfill your desires..." She only has to THINK of pleasure and the fur gives it to her. It pleasures her tits and her pussy and brushes up and down her ass and her back. It touches her arms and her legs and it gently strokes her face. Wherever she wants it, the fur goes. " I am inside your mind, now, Samantha... Soon, our thoughts will be one..." The fur reads her mind, anticipating her desires, almost before she thinks them. It laps at her pussy and rubs her entire body, bringing her to heights of pleasure she never thought existed. Orgasm upon orgasm races through her like bolts of lightning, each one stronger than the next. "We are almost one, Samantha... Our minds will join... Our spirits will commune..." Samantha's body thrashes uncontrollably in the torrent of fur. She moans and screams and cries out as each new burst of pleasure washes over her, consuming her will. "You must give yourself to me... Willingly... You must speak it with your own words..." "I... I... I..." wheezes Samantha. She can barely muster the energy to speak. Something big and long and hard and furry moves in between Samantha's legs. She can feel it parting her labia, pushing it's way inside her. It moves up and down, tantalizing the length of her slit. Her legs spread wide. She welcomes it into center of her soul. "You WANT my big, furry cock... Don't you, Samantha?" "Yes! Yes! I do!", she moans. The giant dick pushes farther into Samantha's wet pussy. Her whole body trembles with delight as the tip disappears inside but she is denied ultimate pleasure when it withdraws again, a few seconds later. "You can HAVE it and much more! Let me drink your chi!" The dick teases her again, pushing just a bit farther this time, only to withdraw again, leaving Samantha desperate for more. "Samantha! You are helpless!" the fur bellows out. "Your body is mine! I will use it as my plaything! I will torture it! I will tease it! I will deny it the pleasure it so desperately desires!" Just to prove its point, the fur coils itself around Samantha's body and gives it one more mighty squeeze, forcing the air out of her exhausted lungs. Samantha feels her world growing dark. Her consciousness flows out of her body like sand draining from an hourglass. "Say it, Samantha! I KNOW you want it!" "I w-want..." she stammers. The fur coat teases Samantha's pussy to distraction with it's giant fur dick. It rubs against her lips and pushes barely inside, only to withdraw again a few seconds later. She finally yells out, "I want your fur cock inside me!" The fur releases its grip and plunges its cock deep into her her trembling pussy. "I... am... YOURS!" Samantha groans. The fur cock slams her with all its might. Samantha's muscles contract around it in long, slow pulses as it slides in and out of her. Long, slow bursts of orgasmic pleasure radiate outward, increasing in frequency as the dick pumps her faster and faster. With each stroke, it brings more and more pleasure. Each time, Samantha lets out an animal scream. With each successive orgasm, she feels her mind being pried farther and farther open like an oyster shell, bearing the pearls of mind and her soul to the fur beast that is fucking her for all she is worth. "FUCK me! FUCK me! FUCK me!" she screams, over and over. "I AM YOURS! I AM YOURS!" Finally, there is one last, mighty push from the fur dick. It goes deeper inside her than anything she has ever felt before. It pierces her to the core. Samantha's body falls limp with exhaustion. Random nerve impulses make her muscles twitch and jump. The fur dick taps into the root of her soul and begins to greedily drink her chi. A great, white light washes over Samantha. It fills her up with a great sense of peace and oneness with the universe. She is immensely happy. She is, at once, totally calm and overcome by the greatest pleasure she has ever felt. She can feel the fur dick inside her sucking out her energy in big, thirsty gulps. Her pussy surges with unearthly delight as each mouthful leaves her body. The fur begins to wring her helpless body like a wet sponge, extracting every ounce of her precious chi. It rhythmically squeezes and releases her until it extracts the last of her energy. Samantha can feel the last few drops of her life force siphoning out of her, like water swirling down the drain. It brings her exquisite sexual release. Fur surrounds her, all around. She can no longer tell where her body ends and the fur coat begins. Her consciousness flickers out like a candle in the wind. "Samantha..." the fur calls out to her as she drifts off to sleep. "You have done a great deed... You shall not regret this!" ********** "Yes. I'll tell her." says Mister Hedges to the voice on the other end of the telephone. "We'll be expecting you in about a half hour." He hangs up the receiver and walks, solemnly out of his office. "Miss Pierce!" he calls out as he steps into the salon. "Have you seen Samantha?" he says to Darcie. "She's helping a new customer, over there." she replies. He looks across the salon to see Samantha helping a beautiful young lady try on a full length fox coat. The woman's husband looks on appreciatively as she fluffs up the gigantic shawl collar and checks the coat for proper fit. "Would you like to make a deposit on this coat today, Mister Allen?" "No, I think I'll write a check for the full amount, if you don't mind." says the customer. "My God!" Mister Hedges marvels. "This is the third big sale she's made this week!" "She's been our best salesperson ever since Mrs. Johnson brought her furs in for storage, last spring." replies Darcie. She pauses for a second with a puzzled look on her face. "What ever happened to her?" she asks. "Did she ever come in to pick them up? It's almost Thanksgiving. Those furs have been in the vault for over six months!" "Well, that's what I need to talk to her about." Mr. Hedges answers, solemnly. "When you get a break, tell her I'd like to talk to you two in my office." "Is there anything wrong, Mister Hedges?" "I can't say right now." he replies. "I'll tell you later, in my office." Mister Hedges turns and goes back to the store room to check on some paperwork. Samantha continues to close her sale. Darcie walks briskly to the front of the store to greet a new customer who just came in the door. A short time later, Darcie and Samantha knock on Mister Hedges' office door. "Come in!" he calls. They enter and stand together in front of his desk. He gestures toward a tall man standing next to him. "This is Mister Williams." he says to the girls. "Mister Williams, this is Miss Pierce and Miss Powell, our two top saleswomen." "Pleased to meet you, Miss Powell... Miss Pierce..." says the man as greets each of them with a courteous handshake. He is dressed impeccably in a dark pin striped suit. He has a long trench coat draped over his left arm. The girls couldn't help but notice the rich fur trim around the collar. "Sealskin? Is it?" remarks Samantha. "What?" the man replies. "The fur." she replies. "The fur on your coat. It's sealskin. Right?" "How did you know that?" Mister Williams asks, amazedly. "I have a very good teacher." she answers. Mister Hedges chimes in. "I don't know how she does it. She's only worked here for a short time but she knows more about fur than anybody!" Samantha blushes and shows a slight smile. Everybody thinks she's being modest but she is the only one who knows the whole truth about what happened to her in the fur vault, all those months ago. The man speaks up. "Let's get down to business, shall we?" "I am a probate attorney, representing the estate of the late Mrs. Gladys Johnson." "Late?" exclaims Darcie. "No wonder we haven't heard from her!" "Yes, she passed away several months ago. It has taken all this time to settle her legal affairs." says the lawyer. "I am here to carry out one last bequest." The Mister Hedges and the two girls look, patiently, at the attorney as he speaks. "It seems she made an addition some time last May." "Wow! That must have been right after we saw her, last." says Mister Hedges. "Yes." says Mister Williams. "She mentioned something about the how well you treated her furs." After a short pause, the man takes a leather folder out of his brief case. He shuffles some papers and pulls a pen out of his pocket. "I have some documents for you three to sign then we can fulfill Mrs. Johnson's last bequest." He places a stack of papers down on the desk and points to the spaces at the bottoms of the pages. "I'll need to see some form of identification then you can fill in these forms." he says as he flips through the papers. The three of them show Mister Williams their I.D.s and, one at a time and fill in the paper just as the lawyer instructed. When they finish, he collects them and puts them into his brief case. He reaches into his jacket pocket and takes out three envelopes, each inscribed with a name. "Mister Ronald Benjamin Hedges..." announces the lawyer. He hands off the first envelope then turns to Darcie. "Miss Darcie Lynne Powell...." he says, passing out the second. "And, finally, Miss Samantha Jean Pierce." he calls, bestowing the third. "These are gifts from Mrs. Johnson in appreciation for all you've done for her. All legal matters have been finalized. All taxes have been paid in advance." Then, with a flourish of his hand, Mr. Williams says, "You may now open your envelopes." Darcie and Mister Hedges faces light up as they look inside their envelopes. They each reach in and take out a cashier's check. "Five hundred THOUSAND dollars!" Darcie exclaims. "Wow!" marvels Mister Hedges. "I knew Gladys had money but I never dreamed she had this much!" Samantha opens her envelope and looks inside. "Oh, my God!" she gasps. In a flash, she makes a bee line for the door. "What is it, Sam?" asks Darcie. Samantha reaches into her envelope and pulls out thirty seven numbered slips of paper. She bounces with delight and smiles, ear to ear, then turns on her heels. She runs out the door, toward the elevator that leads to the vaults. Samantha calls over her shoulder as she dashes down the hall. "It's the claim checks to all of her furs!"