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Friday Afternoon: 3.45 PM

"But Janice, you said you could handle it. Don't go back on your word now."

The young Equis merely bit her lower lip; her right hoof gently shifting the dirt
underneath it as her mother looked squarely at her. She could not help but avoid her gaze,
her uncertainty now getting the better of her, despite earlier bravado. "Look young lady,
I have to catch a flight in three hours. I don't have time to beat around the bush with
you. Now can you handle the place or do I have to postpone my departure for another hour
while I call in Miss McCarleson and Phil to help you, yes or no?" Linda waited for a
response, knowing full well that this was an enormous responsibility for her daughter, but
after Janice had spend most of a week trying to convince her that she could handle the
care of the house during the critical trip to Dallas, Linda was not about to let her
backslide when she knew all she needed was to know her mother trusted her." Thinking
carefully, the youngster nodded slowly; "Yes mother I can handle it. It...it's..."

"It's just that your afraid to be alone...I understand. I know it will be hard at first,
and you just turned twenty last week, but I need you to be strong, and help me now that
daddy is gone." Linda gently lifted her chin with a finger. "Come on now, I know you can.
You've practically been doing this on your own since the summer of last year started.
Don't give up on me now." Janice's eyes lit up as she heard her mothers praise. Sensing
her daughters growing confidence, Linda smiled; "That's my girl. I left a list of things
on the refrigerator that need to get done while I'm gone, and I think I can allow you to
have one of your friends over to help you." "Really mom, can I?" Linda's smile grew.

"If you get all those things done... well... I think I could excuse a small sleepover with
Mandy. But absolutely NO alcohol or smoking in my house." Janice nodded obediently, not
mentioning the fact that the canine neither smoked nor drank (at least not that she knew).
With a wave of happiness in her trust, Janice waved goodbye to her mom for the next four
days.

As the car backed out of the drive and disappeared out of sight, Janice felt a sudden wave
of uncertainty cross her mind. Shaking it off, she turned, pranced around several times,
and made an exaggerated figure eight back to the house, performing a cartwheel on the
front lawn as she did so. The loose tanktop covering her slid partially down her arms on
the leg kickup, and she chuckled as she pulled it off her head. It was a fantastically
sunny day, with a nice cool breeze every now and then, to fight off the otherwise glaring
sun. Janice walked under the shade of a tree and stopped to put her top back on. She
started to pull it over her arms and paused... looking down as the shade cooled her firm
young breasts, each one almost as large as her mom's. "Humph! Never noticed they were this
big before..." she quipped as she absent-mindedly fondled one with a hand. She had often
played with herself in the comforting darkness of her room late in the evenings, but she
had never really stopped to take a good look at herself. Smiling, she decided to have
little "quality time" with her self, and not bothering to pull her halter on, she instead
stripped to the nude before she had a chance to think it over again. Folding her clothes
and panties over one arm, she went back into the house and tossed them on the couch as she
headed straight for the loft. The house was a ranch style dwelling built by her
grandparents and refitted several times over the next 30 years with upgrades to everything
from plumbing to the refurbishing of the upper loft from a storage area to a sun bathing
and plant area that doubled as a pusedo-den. Throwing herself on the plush couch she lay
back and started basking in the warmth of the late afternoon sun. Her body soon warmed up
and she let her hands start wandering here and there. One hand caressed her right breast
while the other started to massage and pat her own stomach, gradually working its way down
to her inner thighs. Once her fingers had found her most intimate spot, she started to
gently rub and stroke her young, thick lips, a thin coat of natural juice already on them
as she lay back and started to fantasize about a pair of handsome young studs, tongue
lolling and her hips began a rhythmic rocking up and down... "Yea... that's it... just
like those two I saw a week ago..."

Her mind wandered as she pieced together the images remembered as Mandy and her walked to
the store about a half-mile from her house. It was only last Saturday, her mom was
visiting and shopping with friends all day and she was allowed to have her own friends
over for some company. Each had gotten thirsty and walked down to the store for drinks and
to show off their bodies in the sun. "Oooohhhh... Mmmmmm..." she moaned as she started to
picture the pair of young, well built wolfen males she and Janice had playfully glimpsed
as the two jogged by, wearing only a set of shoes, one a white and the other a sea blue
tank top, and each having a pair of bright red jogger shorts, the kind that were made
expressly (or so the girls liked to think) for showing off the twin prominent youthful
bulges in the front of each others crotch. Mandy had commented as the two increased their
respective walking pace to partially keep up with the them, secretly pointing and giggling
as the other made lewd comments about the firmness of that ones butt, or the thick, sturdy
hips or arms the other one had, or just how much fun it would have been to be jogging
between them dressed similarly and letting the wolves stare as Mandy and her "bounced" by.

Janice just giggled and covered her mouth while she pushed her friend forward, making her
stumble and started to jog after her in mock fun both women taking the opportunity to run
past them (and brush roughly up against both) as one chased the other; lest any loud
noised be heard by the two attractive males now behind them. Once they reached Janice's
home, they slowed down and fell to the grass of the front lawn giggling and laughing with
glee, Janice calling Mandy a dirty minded brat while she called the larger equis a teasing
slut. After a few, Mandy moved over and laid her head in Janice's lap, looking up at the
young mare as she snuggled her head in between her thighs while Janice shifted to a cross-
legged sitting position to better accommodate her friend. Both were still hot and somewhat
sweaty with the brief jog and the warmth of the day. Each just giggled as the two lupines
jogged by, each looking at both girls, Mandy just lying there with her legs spread, her
arms wrapped around her equine friends knees, and her head resting in Janice's lap.
Janice, feeling mischievous, chose that moment to lean over and stroke the sides of her
friends ears, letting her own impressive breasts hang only not even a nose length away
from her friends face. Mandy was a canine, an Alaskan husky to be precise, who always kept
her body fur shorter than usual for one of her breed, simply for comfort sake in the
hotter weather of the state. Mandy was an Alaskan Husky that had once spent a month of
summer just after moving here with her hair slightly longer than could be considered usual
here, trying to stay with what passed for a summer coat from the colder state. She
regretted it in the first two weeks, as she was constantly panting and gasping for air,
always reluctant to go out with friends unless it was in the early evening, drinking far
too much water, and finally getting too sick to do much more than lie in bed for a time
until she recovered enough to have her fur professionally sheared down to what the
physician said would be far more comfortable for her breed in the hotter climate. It was a
decision that she stuck with from that point on. Janice had even once went with her when
she was to be shaved, at first feeling rather embarrassed at Mandy as she took little time
in stripping to the fur, relaxing face down on a table (tail wagging) while the young
attendant, a male fox, took his time in running his hands all over her naked body (very
much to his and no doubt her pleasure) as he expertly cut her hair down to a shorter
length, taking special care with any region around her upper hips, rump, or for that
matter anything that approached a sexual area. Even Janice giggled when the tom started to
grip a pawfull of hindcheek (she snickered as he kneaded it experimentally, making Mandy
moan softly) and started to shave it carefully. Janice was very surprised when he spread
her legs and used a smaller pair of electric clippers to shave her inner thighs, Mandy
shifting her legs and even rolled her head to one side to face him as he clipped around
her pubes, grinning and opening her muzzle in a soft groan as he used his fingers to move
her sensitive flesh this way and that as he trimmed her crotch fur and used the end of the
clipper to make his off hand vibrate while he touched and stroked her sensitive clit.
Mandy always left with a smile on her face and warmth between her thighs, thanks to the
clever tom. Janice had just laughed to herself as Mandy tried to keep her composure as the
tom continued his work on the oversexed husky fem, his off hand becoming slicker with her
crème by the second, her breath (and Janice's as well just from the show) panting hotly...
She later confirmed Janice's suspicions that she did indeed climax during the shave, at
least twice, and once three times, and loved to pay him visits near closing time. That way
she could stay longer, and if they were left alone, she could repay his attentive hands
with her own intimate gratitude.

Mandy decided to give the boys a show, noting that their pace slowed considerably as one
even stopped to kneel and fuss with the shoelace while the other stretched his legs on a
nearby hydrant. She reached up and started to squeeze and knead her friends breasts, which
made Janice let out a loud gasp as Mandy roughly squeezed and played with her dangling
tits. She was so startled that all she could do was gasp and keep trying to give Mandy a
look of mean surprise, but only seemed to look as if she was constantly tilting her head
down to quietly moan while her tits were being abused. Both wolves looked like they were
about to loose both of their jaws to the ground as Mandy reached under Janice's shirt and
flipped it up, revealing her own 44 DD tits to their eyes. Janice was too startled to
react as she felt a pair of paws pinch each nipple then squeeze both her tits together and
a long, hot tongue reach up from somewhere and drag itself across both her rock hard
nipples. Mandy just winked and smiled at the slightly larger of the two lupines (the one
with the Grey coat) as she spread her legs and folded her feet under her upper calves as
she started to rock her hips forward and up causing the cloth of the crotch of her shorts
to tighten and pinch as it dug into her own pussy with each motion, her toes digging into
the grass. Her tail was lying flat out pointing toward the boys and was sweeping the grass
as it wagged with excited zest and she just continued to tease both her friend and her own
pussy with the tugging of her shorts. Janice's mind was a swirl of confusion; oh one hand
she hated being so blatantly exposed, but on the other, the attentive tongue and the
constant rubbing of the canine's head against her own inner thighs was giving her the most
exquisite little jolts of thrill that ran up her stomach, split into two lines that went
to both her head and her tits. Despite herself, she really enjoyed her friends tonguing of
her tits (and had more than once fantasized about how good it might feel if she and Mandy
explored each other's bodies alone in the dark.). Once Janice regained enough composure,
she batted her friend on the end of the nose, which caused Mandy to yelp and roll over and
up on her knees. Janice howled her own cry of indignity and chased her canine friend into
the house, both wolves watching with unwavering interest as the two girls did three loops
around the front yard (the equis forgetting completely that she was half naked, her
breasts jiggling and bouncing) before finally running in the front door and slamming it
behind them.

Both of Janice's hands moved down to her thighs, the one hand not being enough to satisfy
her needs, as she spread her legs so one was draped over the top of the couch while she
pushed four fingers in her pussy and used the other hand to keep her lips spread and her
thumb to diddle her clitty. She shifted her arms to lift and push her breasts up so she
could now suck on her own nipples, which she did immediately, her nimble mouth drawing her
erect nipple and part of her breast between her lips as she started sucking hard making
her juices flow freely and moaning loudly. So busy was she in her own pleasure she never
heard the front door quietly opening or saw the three forms slipping in and locking and
bolting the door behind themselves; moving toward the staircase leading up to loft den.
All three stopped just under the lip of the loft, where they watched the young mare
fondling her now glistening body in the ceiling reflection of the glass of the skylight.
They were careful to keep low and make it difficult to see them even if she happened to
look up, both the lip and the railing of the loft blocking her sight, as did the partial
glare of the sun in the glass. Each smiled to the other as they started to remove their
clothes, the larger wolf stopping only to remove a shoulder bag and then stripped, folding
the clothes up and lying them on the top of a cabinet with the other's stuff, out of sight
nearby. The leader, a male wolf with a soft Grey coat, silently motioned to his partners
to move down the hallway and check the adjoining bedrooms for anyone else. Staying just
under the sight of the loudly moaning mare, he smiled as his friends gave him the thumbs
up and one motioned him down to the end room. Glancing up, he trotted with light steps to
the end of the hall and looked... it was a spacious bedroom with a luxurious canopy and
four heavy oak posters for support. He reached into his bag and produced two lengths of
rope, each coiled and wrapped so they were nearly as long as a forearm and about three
fingers wide, ready for use. Holding one in his teeth and the other tucked under an arm,
the big gray took out a leather wrapped ringgag with an added muzzle strap and loosely
buckled it around a wrist. Smiling to his companions, he winked and moved back out to
under the loft and moved slowly and quietly up the stairs, the loud moaning and groans of
Janice in her pleasure made his silent approach easier still. He waited at the top of the
stairs, uncoiling the rope and tying a tight noose slipknot in one end, the ringgag
hanging loosely between his teeth ready to be slipped into her mouth and buckled.

Janice was busy dreaming about what had happened after she had chased Mandy into the
house; running around the living room and finally tripping over a footstool just as the
canine turned around and jumped atop her, pinning her wrists to the floor beside her head
and straddling her waist. Janice kicked and squirmed, trying to roll to one side and
topple her friend, but even though she outweighed Mandy by more than thirty pounds the
canine had leverage. Janice stopped wriggling after only a few moments, her breath panting
and tongue lolling as Mandy leaned over her face, the equis demanded to know what she had
been thinking to pull such a stunt. Mandy just chuckled around her own gasping breaths;
"Wanna know why I did it?" "YES I DO!" the mildly mad mare demanded. Mandy just smiled.
"...well the answer's really quite simple... you've got a nice big pair of breasts.. good
and sensitive.. you shouldn't be ashamed to show them off once in a while. And both boys
were very appreciative of our little display don't you think?" She punctuated her last
word by leaning over and wrapped her muzzle around one jiggling breast, her lips holding
on as she closed her eyes and sucked and tongued the still hard nipple. Janice just moaned
loudly, her own eyes closed, as her friend continued what she had started. An idea dawned
in the head of the canine; with some difficulty, she moved her friend's arms so that each
wrist was pinned in-between her own folded legs while she reached back and tugged Janice's
shorts down and pulled her own shirt off. She was careful to keep her breasts well within
reach of her companions talented tongue, Janice leaning up and trying herself to lick and
suckle at the huskies breasts as she lay there, still pinned by the older fems weight...
and when Mnady was ready (and had gotten her own tits sucked and licked to her
satisfaction), she reached up and under her and pulled down the larger equine's shorts and
rolled up her tee-shirt, tucking it tightly up under Janice's arms to leave her wearing
just her panties. The hotly panting mare didn't even try and resist, her own secret
thoughts about making love to this attractive canine fem now about to be fully realized.
To her surprise, Mandy pulled her breast out of her mouth and flipped her onto her belly,
pulling one wrist behind her back and then folding it atop the other while she sat on her
rump, tying them together with her own shirt that she had rolled into a tight rattail and
knotted it in place, Janice having been too busy to even notice what she had done. It was
an old white cotton t-shirt, comfortable but nearly transparent with wear through the
years, but once had been her favorite, so much so that Mandy had never thrown it out,
especially in the summer months when she could get away with wearing it and go bra-less to
tease the boys. Janice started to howl, her own honest lust now being denied, as a yelp
ended in a sharp gasp as Mandy tugged her panties up between her hindcheeks, giving her
the most painful wedgie of hurt and causing her clit to spasm as the silken cloth cut
neatly between her lower lips dividing them apart as if planned. Mandy had wrapped her
wrists several times and then tightened the loops with two cinches of her shirt, keeping
just enough length to thread through her straining panties and then pull it up past well
past where her fingers could reach and finally tie a hard double knot. Janice yelped when
Mandy flipped her back over, the panties digging in so hard that she feared being cut in
half. Mandy just giggled and pulled the rolled up shirt of Janice's from under her arms
and pushed it between her open muzzle, the back going up over her head and used to hold
the majority of the front cloth in place. Janice's cries were now very effectively muffled
by a mouthful of her own shirt and she regretted taking her friends advice earlier that
day and wearing a two sizes to small shirt; "the better to show off your tummy" Mandy had
convinced her, as the husky stood up, kicked off what was left of her own clothes and
picked up the struggling mare by her ankles and dragged her out of the living room and
down the hall. The much smaller t-shirt was now using its very size as a tightly fitting
gag to the flustered mare, far too tight for her to even attempt to try and push it out
with her tongue. Like it or not, she was very thoroughly gagged and equally helpless by
the painful stretch of her own favored silken panties.

"MMMMMGGGMMMGM! MMMUUUUURRFF! GHHGGGGHH!" Even though somewhat loud, Janice's cries were
so muffled she was incoherent. Mandy just looked back with a mean, naughty look in her
eyes as she headed down the hall dragging the squirming helpless equis behind her, each
ankle held under a folded arm and the panties riding high enough to make her whimper and
sniffle as she went, the biting of her pussy and the ache of her butt keeping her
suspended somewhere between pain and pleasure. It was absolutely maddening... yet
unusually arousing at the same time. Once in her friends mom's bedroom Mandy shut the door
and helped her friend to stand up, but pushed her onto the four poster bed telling her to
stay put unless she wanted to be shoved out the front door naked and still tied; "And I
WILL lock it behind you if you make me mad enough by not behaving... you brat." Mandy
couldn't help but chuckle when she called Janice a brat, but her own arousal was obvious,
as was the wetness of her inner thighs and smiled as the mare nodded while looking unsure.
Mandy's smile grew with her friend's acknowledgement of her dominance as Mandy started
searching through the closet and dressers for several items. Finding what she wanted, five
pairs of old nylon stockings tucked into the corners of the bottom drawers (most with
small holes or runs in them, presumably her mom had never gotten around to throwing them
out), Mandy left for a moment to the bathroom, stopping for a few and milling over how her
friend might feel right now. Deciding on giving her the benefit of comfort, Mandy returned
and pulled her captive along beside her, telling her that she would untie her only if she
did as she was told for the next few hours. Janice was hesitant until Mandy reached back
and tugged harshly on the knotted panties. Janice yelped a muffled cry, bent nearly in
half and started to nod many times, a tear in one eye, knowing full well that her mom
would not return until about nine that evening... Mandy having spent the night in a sleep
over, and it was just a little past noon. She was to be Mandy's sexual prisoner for almost
nine hours (the thought alone both scary and thrillingly exciting). Once she was given the
chance to be untied and use the toilet, Mandy pulled her into the shower and made her
clean and wash first herself and then her own short husky fur. Mandy was the first out of
the shower, letting the mare wash her own longer mane and tail thoroughly while she
puttered around the bathroom for some more items to use in her plans for the afternoon.
She waited a few moments until the shower stopped (figuring that Janice was now cleaning
the water out of her ears and couldn't hear a thing) and crept out back to the bedroom and
hid the new safety razor, scissors, depilatory lather, small basin and a little pitcher,
all wrapped in two towels under the bed for later, before returning with two of the nylon
stockings for her "pet"...

The Grey quietly crept up the stairs toward the moaning mare, her scent filling his nose
with its intensity and his cock becoming harder and stiffer as he moved closer. Her
muffled moans and loud sucking made him grit his back teeth, his mind filling with dreams
of her mouth on his loins, sucking with equal zest, those large tits being kneaded beneath
his fingers, her nipples being pinched by his thumb and forefinger as he pushed his cock
further and further in her mouth... Grinning while knowing that soon his need, (and hers
as well) would be met far beyond each others dreams, the wolf reached the top of the
stairs and stretched out on the throw rug on the floor, using it to scoot himself quietly
toward the distracted mare. The rough weave of the rug did nothing to help his throbbing
erection, except make it hurt more, as it rubbed against his engorged knot as he slid
across the wood and came to the bottom of the arm of the chair, the mare's mane almost
touching the floor. With a smile he pushed his nose into the curtain of gold that was her
hair, lifting it gently and inhaling a long, deep breath, relishing the fresh scent of the
youthful mare. With a smile and a lick of his muzzle, he slowly stood up, the slipknot
folded over twice so it formed two large coils, in one hand and the gag loosely dangling
from his mouth as he timed his movements with her climax.

Janice had reached her peak, her own hot fantasies of what Mandy had done to her that
afternoon pushing her body past the boiling point. During the time she had spent as
Mandy's bondage toy, she had shaved the trembling mare's pussy. She remembered Mandy
having bound her naked to a hardback, armless chair in the master bedroom, moments after
the shower, using several pairs of her mom's old nylons to keep her tied. She was
surprised at her friends imagination, and even more startled when she was tied in such a
way that every bit of slack was taken out of the stretchable fabric, her wrists and elbows
pulled behind her, and each leg tied to the highest point of the back legs, forcing her to
scoot forward to where her rump was almost half off the chair, her thickly furred clit in
easy reach of her mischievous friend.

Mandy wrinkled her nose critically, stroking Janice's inner thighs moments after she'd
finished binding her, the shirt now stuffed back into her mouth and held there with a
length of nylon that connected to her elbows and kept them cinched to immobility. Her
ankles had been likewise secured, pulled up and fastened to the bindings on her wrists,
this too, tightly cinched. Like it or not, Janice was Mandy's prisoner. But for some
unknown reason to the mare, she didn't seem to mind anywhere nearly as much as she should
have... in fact... she was slowly admitting to herself that it was rather exciting to be
tied and helpless like this... "This will just get in the way! There's no help for it
dear, it needs to go!" Mandy commented as she rubbed her thickly furred mare pussy, which
caused Janice to close her eyes and moan through her mouth packing, her hips twitching and
trying to rock forward for more contact with her lusty canine friends hand... She was too
tightly tied for that, but the soft caressing felt wonderful and she kept trying. She
whimpered when Mandy knelt before her and took her hand away.

With that the husky fem reached under the bed and came back with the basin and items she
had hidden there earlier. She produced a small sharp-looking pair of scissors. Twelve
neat, swift snips, a little brushing with her fingers and most of Janice's pubic hair was
a tiny satiny pile on the floor. Mandy continued her critical inspection of her
mate..."Still too much in the way," she muttered.

She reached into the folded towels and pulled out a plain blue spray can and a pair of
disposable gloves. Janice looked up her mate and giggled then shook the can and pressed
down on the nozzle. A big glob of white foam swelled in her gloved hand. Another giggle
escaped her lips as she knelt between Janice's wide spread knees. With gentle strokes she
smoothed the sweet smelling foam over her mate's furred mound, then got up to fill the
pitcher with hot water.

"I wouldn't move if I was you," she warned her mate. "Not unless you want to loose more
hair, and where it will be more obvious!"

Janice stared at Mandy as she walked into the bathroom down the hall, a deep crimson blush
spreading under her fur. Never, NEVER, had she been furless anywhere! Even as a young foal
her fur had protected her modesty when she wandered around nude! And here Mandy, the fur
she trusted and loved above all others was deliberately exposing her to the world. Well
she amended, not the world, but...

A cheerful whistle announced Mandy's intent, and returned her prisoner's attention to the
room. She sat cross-legged back in front of Janice and set down the pitcher of water,
several more towels, and what took out from the original folded mound, what looked like a
plastic straight razor. "Time for a trim love!" She chirruped. Despite herself, Janice
trembled in both fearful anticipation and, from somewhere... intense arousal...

Janice knelt again, and brought up the plastic razor. With quick flicks of her wrist she
scraped away mat after mat of foamy hair. She would quickly wipe the device on a towel the
move in again, each quick, gentle scrape of plastic exposing more of Janice's now bald
mound. Next she took a warm wet cloth and washed the bare area... constantly rinsing the
rag in the warm basin and returning, making sure every last trace of the depilatory was
washed clean. Finally, with a cheerful smile, Mandy took a small bottle of scented oil,
and poured a little into her hands. She firmly and quickly massaged the soothing oil onto
her mate's bare skin. Janice found herself shivering in pleasure; a soft "mmurrr" escaping
her lips as her body reacted to the gentle touch. Mandy giggled softly and smiled up at
her mate as Janice relaxed, her legs spreading wider as she slumped as comfortably as she
could on the wooden seat. Janice sighed disappointed as Mandy finally stopped massaging
and then suddenly reached up to push her head down, the cloth gag's nylon bindings
tightening. "There love, have a look," she commanded with a smile.

Janice slowly opened her eyes and looked down. Her eyes widened, her fur grew all around
her groin, except directly on her mound. The bare, flushed, skin looked like a split peach
buried in a caramel bank. She blushed even deeper when she saw her nether lips. The full
petals of her labia flushed and swollen in arousal. She spend the remainder of the day in
various positions of helplessness, Mandy's own lust and enjoyment of her friends newfound
sensitivity and quickly growing love of being bound kept the day very, very interesting.
Even after that event, Janice had secretly inspected the can of foam used on her earlier,
along with herself. She was only mildly upset that the directions told her that it was a
permanent hair remover if used properly. She doubted that Mandy had done otherwise, over a
week later, as she inspected her own pussy and found it to be still as smooth as her own
tongue was.

She was so buried in her own fantasies of how to make Mandy come over and play with her
again, that she never even felt the Grey wolf loop the rope around her crossed wrists
until he pulled them up and over her head. Her eyes fluttered, her mind still cloudy, as
he yanked the rope tight while stepping on the slack with one foot to keep her from
pulling her hands back down and deftly slipped the ringgag in between her open mouth, her
yelp of surprise now stopped by her quickly growing confusion on just what was happening.
With a grunt, the wolf reached down and wrapped his arms around and under her stomach as
he rolled her onto his best arm and flipped her over roughly while his off hand grabbed
the rope and pulled it along with him as he lay atop her. His rampant cock was
inadvertently positioned perfectly and when he laid his weight atop the mare to keep her
from struggling, his length slipped past her lips and into her mouth, it's very presence
stopping any cries for help to now muffled groans. The Grey stopped for a few heartbeats,
his own cock now feeling the hot length of her tongue pushing and shifting along its
underside as she tried to eject the intruder; all she could do was struggle and push as
the wolf moaned loudly and thrust his hips instinctively harder against the startled mare.
For Janice it was a blur of confusion; first she had cum, then someone had pulled her
hands as one up over her head, then slipped something hard that tasted like leather into
her mouth and buckled it tightly behind her head, flipped her roughly over, and was now
forcing her to deep throat him! She was in shock. The Grey's loud moans as he fought the
struggling mare were the signal to his companions as a silver furred one started to unpack
the rest of the contents of the shoulder bag in the room, and the other one with brown
furr walked out, taking a hand towel and a long plastic zip strip, one of a large bundle
of them, with him, knowing that the mare would most likely not be quiet, to start up the
stairs to see if the Grey needed help with her.

The Grey regained some sense and grabbed an ankle as he pulled the rope tightly, bringing
her hands back up over her head, her fingers pawing at his stomach as she squirmed and
wriggled under him trying to force his cock out of her mouth, but only succeeding in
giving him the most energetic tonguing he had ever experienced. To the mind of the Grey,
the mare was almost in heat from the rough tying of her body, and even better, she was
telling him with her mouth that she wanted him, and wanted him BAD! He was not one to
refuse so determined a female as this one. With a grunt he looped the rope several times
around one ankle, making long loose coils, and pulled the other one up to cross it within
those same loops, pulling the rope tight and cinching her feet together crossways. Now
that he had her mostly under his control, he started to pump his hips against the mare's
mouth as he began to tie her more securely, Janice shaking her head and pushing and,
inadvertently licking and sucking as she gasped for air, his cock's movements never
stopping while she kept on crying for help. She tried to shake her head and "MM! NMF!" was
meant to be "No! Stop!" but everything was out of her control now, as the loops tightened
and her legs were now tied and folded against her rump. The Grey shifted his weight and
pushed himself upright, taking the end of the rope with him as he stood mostly straight
but kept his now free off hand against the back of Janice's head to help her mouth him the
way he wanted her too...

"HHLLMMMMPH!!!" Janice's muffled cries of indignity went unheeded, as the Grey just looked
down at the wide-eyed mare; "Don't be afraid", the Grey said to her in a soft, comforting
voice. "We're not going to let anything bad happen to you." "Relax ... relax and enjoy
it." Janice took another deep breath through her nose and screamed!
"HHHHHHLLLLLLLLLLLFFFFFPH!!!" The vibrations of her voice achieved the last thing she
wanted; the lupine pushed two times hard against her face and gritted his teeth as he
started to spray the inside of her mouth with his cum. For several seconds Janice's mind
stopped working as she felt the flood of hot seed inside her mouth, the amount so great
that she sputtered and swallowed as it dribbled out the sides of her mouth while she tried
to keep from gagging and unable to breath. She had no choice but to make him empty himself
quickly and leave her mouth if she wanted air...

"MPH!" The wolf stood above her, bending over and whispering in to her ear "You're really
into this, aren't you, babe?" Janice began sobbing, shaking her head "NO!" from side to
side, making the lupine's tongue loll as he rolled his eyes back, the feeling of his cum
washing in her mouth as she shook her cheeks, nearly milking his balls dry. That she would
never admit!

"Aren't you?"

Janice whimpered into her gag and kept shaking her head as he humped her mouth faster. He
was coming closer to another immediate orgasm and slowed down, wanting to savor the
feelings and keep some for later... "You're all helpless, tied up ... you can't cry for
help ... "

"Stop it!" she thought to herself; "This is what I love!" Talking to her in those taunts
was turning her on. She was still fully aware she was a prisoner in her own home, being
raped, but it was turning her on and she couldn't help herself! The afternoon with Mandy
had shattered some wall inside her and now whatever had been uncovered was surging to the
surface and pushing her reasoning mind off a mental cliff to the darkness below... She
lifted her hips to rub them against the cushions of the couch, her still sensitive bare
clitty wanting attention as well, head shifting to meet his thrusts while her fastly
fading rational mind still struggled to get away!

"Feel me inside you ... fucking your mouth ... against your will...!"

Janice felt his thrusts slow. He'd taken her so close to the brink of another orgasm with
just his oral demands and her rubbing herself on the cushions of the couch! As he withdrew
she felt his semen begin to leak out of her. Her mind took hold of reality and she stared
up at her ceiling, her body flushed from embarrassment and her eyes overflowing from tears
as he wiped himself off on her hair and stood fully up, motioning to his companion (who
was stroking his own length as he watched the larger Grey have his way with the mare's
apparently VERY willing mouth) to come over and help him carry her downstairs.

Janice was still panting and gasping as the big Grey flipped her once again onto her back,
the ropes digging into her wrists and ankles as another, slightly smaller soft brown wolf
appeared at his side, this one too was as naked as the first, and very obviously erect...
His youthful knot larger than her own thumb curled. Her first reaction seeing the second
male was instinct; "HHHHHHLLLLLLLLLLLFFFFFPH!!!" "HHLLMMMMPH!!!" She began to thrash and
buck, trying to get away from the two somehow, knowing full well what was to come. Both
wolves hoisted her squirming body off the couch, the smaller one quick to stuff the rolled
up cloth between her cheeks, filling them (and trapping most of the cum of the other in
her mouth, so the salty taste was sure to linger) and hold it in place with a hastily
applied zip strip. Both then set about the task of completing her tie for the day. Her
legs were wrapped individually with the rope, each taking turns to hold her still, the
rope looped and cinched between her calves and thighs. First one then the other. Soon her
arms, still bent mostly behind her head, followed, tied similarly to her legs. The
remainder of the rope was wrapped around the base of each breast and tied tightly with two
final loops and a snug knot to the middle of her stomach. She was allowed to lie there on
the scooted over rug for a time testing her bonds while both wolves left to ready the
master bedroom for the fun to be had. The Grey knelt beside her squirming body and stroked
her hair, smiling as he found her nose and a bit of her hair still sticky with his cum.
"Mmmmm... your hair looks so much better with my cum in it." Janice could not help but try
and move her head away from his hand. The lupine just grabbed a handful of her hair and
forced her to look at him, as he took a finger and smeared more of his cum onto her nose
and lips... "There... now you can't help but smell me... and I know what you're thinking
little mare... I know it very well." The Grey reached down and fingered her bare pussy,
Janice trying to instinctively close her legs to protect her womanhood, but the wolf was
faster than she thought. For several seconds he just knelt next to her, softly stroking
her most intimate spot, caressing it just like Mandy had...... slowly back and fourth...
up and down... his fingers gently teasing her lower lips and spreading them to rub her own
moisture on her marble. The poor mare was torn between the fantastic fantasy she had
enjoyed earlier, involving the very male that now had her bound and helpless... and her
own common sense telling her, screaming at her, that she was about to be raped again and
again.

The wolf smiled a very knowing smile as Janice began to stop struggling and started to
settle, her head resting on her bound arms... and her legs beginning to spread themselves
wider and wider. He knew he had her. And somewhere inside of her self... she knew it too.
The Grey decided to test her resistance, and quickly bent over to drag his tongue across
her smoothness. He smiled a VERY big smile when she reared her head up, moaned loudly, and
her hips bucked as she tried to keep his tongue in contact with her as much as she could,
her legs now all but completely spread... an open invitation for him to take her. He just
chuckled to himself, standing up and heading down stairs to help his companions make
preparations. Janice just lay there, head swimming, so terribly confused that all she
could do was strain her head up and look watery eyed at the lupine heading down the
stairs, part of her begging him not to go. One moment she was in ecstasy, the next she was
alone. And the Grey himself saw that in her eyes as she watched him leave.

Janice again started to struggle, trying to loosen her ropes. With a whimper she soon
realized that it was futile... escape was now impossible. Her legs were bound so that all
any of them had to do was "help" her spread them. She was helpless and completely
available. And her now very wet pussy's aroma was going to be irresistible to her lupine
captors.

Janice's sharp ears heard all the bumps and work they did below. She could make out a
third voice amid the low noise, and knew that their were not two as she originally
guessed, but instead three. More complications... more problems. Less hope of escaping.
The Grey and the brown returned to carry her down stairs, and picked up her sweating body
from the rug, the brown scooting it back neatly where it was at the top of the stairs as
he carried her by her legs and the Grey held her under her arms, his strong hands kneading
her plentiful tits as they walked. Janice kept struggling until the first wolf started
down the stairs. She knew better than to try and be an armful on the flight. At best she
could be dropped, and suffer a few bruises along her back and rump, possibly her arms and
fingers. At worse she could actually go over the side. She pushed that thought away
immediately, fear keeping her very still. The only reassurance she felt was the Grey's
hands as they played with her tits. Once in the bedroom, Janice was laid out on the bed,
face down. The Grey letting the brown sit beside her and play with her ass. Janice was
grateful for the chance to get off of her paws; she stretched her fingers and tried anew
to free herself. The brown was quick to see that and respond. " SPANK!"

"None of that, now! You're not getting out of this, you should know that." The silver came
to her far side and sat beside her, while the Grey started to unpack more stuff from his
shoulder bag. Janice kept trying to struggle, and the brown kept slapping her unprotected
hindcheeks, one hand holding her tail up and out of the way so he could swing freely.
"SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!" Her eyes filled with tears, she stopped her movements, but
the wolf kept hitting her. "SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!" The silver didn't help matters
either, as with the first few strokes, he reached his hand under her between her thighs
and started to stroke her pussy as she was being disciplined. Finally, when the brown was
convinced she was well spanked, he stopped, his hand under her cheek and lifted her head
so he could lick away her tears, the silver never stopping his fingering of her pussy. It
was soon evident to all, even Janice that her hips were rocking up and down in time to his
playing with her and her thighs were quickly becoming soaked. The silver took his hand
away and licked it clean, mmurring at the taste. The Grey noticed that with a sniff of the
air. He looked back and smiled as she blinked through red rimmed eyes, still sniffling at
the pain in her rump. "See....told you she was hot!" The silver smiled back, still licking
his fingers clean of her. "Yea... and eager it seems for a good time too!" The others
nodded their agreement.

Janice noticed that they had moved the same hard backed armless chair and the padded
workout bench into one corner of the room, having taken it from the side room with the
washer and dryer that she and her mom used as a micro gym. Janice's mom was only in her
late thirties and strived to keep herself as fit as she could, even after her fathers'
death and though she had a very heavy career with a business based out of LA. Janice had
often secretly watched her working out in the nude, the odor of her womanly scent filling
her nose and kept her hands wandering here and there as she hid; especially recently,
after what had happened to her with Mandy. Often she had wondered if her mother would have
minded if she were to come up to her, kneel in front of her, and lick some of her arousal
and sweat from her inner thighs. Janice could even remember nights when she woke up to get
a drink, and as she wandered back to her room she heard the soft moans of her mother lying
in bed playing with her favorite toys, pleasuring herself, the odors of her sex lingering
down the hall from under her closed door. With a wolf kneeling on each side of her, Janice
felt her helplessness increase as they again picked her up and carried her over to lay her
down face up on the padded bench. They produced more rope and started to tie her legs to
the underside of the head bars of the bench, making her spread them as wide as possible
with little chance of her being able to close them. Her wetness and arousal was now beyond
any doubt. She felt them start to loop rope between her elbows and pull her arms down on
either side of her, binding them to the same upper bars of the metal legged bench. Janice
had to squirm to keep them from tying her so tightly that she couldn't move, but she was
soon secured to the bench. They even went so far as to tie the base of her tail down and
connect it to more rope on her waist, pinching her belly in a bit so she couldn't even
wriggle any more. The final insult was a small throw pillow that was tucked neatly between
her head and her arms. "For comfort's sake" the Grey told her.

Janice just laid her head back and whimpered, eyes still red, ass throbbing, and the
silver knelt beside her and started to play with and lick her wrapped tits, while the
brown fussed with her gag, obviously intent on having her service his cock as well. The
Grey unpacked the last bits of his bag, laying them out on a dresser in easy reach. More
rope, some leather straps, and a handful of those two-foot long plastic zip strips.
Janice's ears perked slightly as she heard something familiar. It sounded like her mom's
car pulling back into the driveway. She strained to listen and drive all pleasure from her
body as she heard the familiar sound of the tattletale little knock under the hood. All
three of the wolves' ears perked up when she happen to hit some gravel and they knew
someone was here. The Grey hastily gave orders to hide themselves about the room as the
silver shut the door and they hid. The Grey was quick to even unhook the phone but leaving
it where it was, the nearly fifty foot length of cord from out of the wall gathered and
taken inside the walk in closet with him. He tossed a couple of the zip strips to the
brown in the opposite end of the long walk in closet nearest Janice, and the ball gag to
the silver by the bed, telling them they knew what to do if this happened. Janice was in
shock. She knew her mother was back, but not that she was about to walk into an ambush by
several naked, horny wolves. She immediately started to squirm and cry muffled cries of
warning to her mother, hoping her own sensitive ears would hear her and go for help. The
brown nearest her slapped her tits with the strips, shushing her and ordering her to be
quiet. She didn't. Janice kept right on squirming and making as much noise as she could,
even though the wolf kept slapping her tits with those stinging plastic lengths.

The brown huffed a sigh of irritation and reached over to her, noticing that her gag was
looser than it should have been, as he was readying her for his use only moments earlier.
Janice felt fingers undoing the catch on her the strip on her gag. It was pulled tighter,
pushing the soaked wadding deeper into her muzzle, and it was zipped down tighter, further
silencing her pitifully muffled cries.

All three of them hid and froze, those that she could see readying their respective bits
to bind and gag her unsuspecting mother. Janice's ears twitched when she heard her mother
jiggle the door handle and then unlock it. "Janice. Baby. You here?" Janice renewed her
struggles and cries for help, not caring that she might tip over the bench she was tied
to. Part of her mind realized that even if it hurt, she would do it to try and warn her
mother that something was wrong. "Janice... where are you hiding? My flight was canceled
and I managed to get what I needed done with my laptop." Janice could hear her mother's
voice fade in and out as she looked for her, moving through the house but not yet coming
near the bedroom. "They refunded my money after a three hour delay at the airport, and the
big company boss was so pleased with my work and reports that he told me to take the next
two days off, so we can spend some time together after all. Janice... Janice... where are
you honey?" Janice took another deep breath through her nose and screamed!
"HHHHHHLLLLLLLLLLLFFFFFPH!!!"
She knew that her mother's sensitive hears had to hear that. She just knew it.
"Ohhh... is my little angel trying to hid from her mother... did I come back when you and
Mandy were doing something naughty... is that it?" Janice's heart fell. The big Grey just
peeked out of the door of the walk in and shook his finger at her, in a "naughty, naughty"
insulting sort of way, his friends giggling as she gave him the nastiest look she could.
"Look baby... if you and Mandy are here and doing something personal, don't mind me. I'll
just take a hot shower and relax upstairs in the loft while you to make yourselves
presentable. Ok? I know what it's like to have those urges, and you just turned twenty so
I understand. If it will help, we can have a talk with you, Mandy and me after I get out
of the shower... ok hon? Don't answer if you feel scared baby... momma knows a lot more
than you think she does."

Janice was frantic now; "NMMMPH! Nmmm dfmnf hrmph MMPHH!" She squirmed so hard her arms
and legs started to sting from the ropes biting into them. She
"MmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMPH!"'ed when she heard the first few steps on the stairs leading
up to the loft, knowing that her mother would surely smell herself and the big Grey up
there. After a few tense moments, all of them heard Linda's steps down the stairs, heard
her lock the front door, and start up the hallway. She turned into the bathroom and half
closed the door, the shower starting. Janice's heart leaped with hope when she heard the
bedroom door handle click.

The door opened and her mother stood there in just her panties and bra, momentarily
stunned on how she had found her helpless daughter. "J..J..Jancie? Janice?" Janice just
nodded weakly, her joy at seeing her mother making her forget that the three wolves still
lurked in their hiding places. Linda quickly went to her side and knelt next to her (the
unseen silver having wriggled quietly under the bed when he heard the steps toward the
door, his gag still ready) "Oh baby! Are you alright? Did Mandy do this to you." Janice
hardly heard anything her mom said, she just stroked her cheeks with her mothers hands,
breathing labored and still shaking from what had happened earlier. Her mother mistook her
rubbing her hands for a "yes Mandy did" and immediately became very soft eyed. "Ohhh...
baby... Janice.. you shouldn't have to hide from me. I understand. You just didn't think I
would did you? It's all right... it's all right." Linda giggled as she glanced down and
saw her daughter's bare, still wet pubic mound, as the two wolves in the closet looked at
each other and shrugged their shoulders, not knowing what to make of this. Janice was too
busy relaxing in the comforting presence of her mother to remember what was really going
on.

"MMMmmmm...... it seems my hunch was right about my can of depilatory. Mandy did use it on
you didn't she." Janice's mind clicked on what he mother had just said. With a start, she
opened her eyes wide and looked at her mother. ""NMMMPH! Nmmm dfmnf hrmph MMPHH!" Janice
shook her head "NO! NO! NO!" suddenly realizing that Linda was getting the worst
impression of her predicament she could have. Linda just chuckled and stood up. "Relax,
relax Janice.. it's perfectly all right... see?" she pulled her own pink panties down one
leg and tossed them at the end of the bed, Janice seeing out of the corner of her eye, a
quick silver furred hand pull then under the bed (no doubt becoming harder than he had
ever become when he smelled the odor of such a woman as her mother). Before Janice's
startled eyes was her mother, half naked and with a pubic bulge as bare as her own, the
soft pink petals wet for some unknown reason. Linda moved over and knelt beside her
daughters bound thighs. Her tongue unconsciously licking her lips as she went, Janice's
eyes wide! Linda reached out and stroked her daughter's inner leg, cooing softly and
smiling as she continued to lick her lips... "You don't have to be afraid Janice... I
understand. I know you often watched me working out... and I heard you outside my door
late at night, wondering if you would ever get the courage to come inside and be with me."
Linda's hands massaged her daughters bound thighs, thumbs tickling her pussy as she talked
softly to her. She felt her daughter tense up, not knowing that part of it was in fear of
the wolves that would take quick advantage of her mothers distraction with her helpless
body. Linda just took her time, soothingly rubbing her daughters bound legs, thumbs
tracing the outline of her youthful clitty. Despite herself, Janice started to rock her
hips in time with her mothers' tender caresses, all three wolves watched with unwavering
fascination at the very unexpected events before them, each one (particularly the silver
under the bed) becoming harder and thicker with lust with every quiet breath...

Linda's eyes grew slightly softer as she watched her daughter's moisture grow under her
skilled fingers as they crept up her inner thighs...


End of part one