Other Fan Fiction ❯ Jinx's Photoshoot ❯ Jinx's photoshoot ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

CopyRight Raven Ra-Kuhl Venice
This is one of my old stories, but I thought I'd post it anyways. Btw, Reviews are nice! Could use a little help on this and other stories as to how to improve! thanks! (>o.o)>
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I glared, getting tired of hanging here, I had been hanging by my wrists and tail for about 3 hours now, my knees and thighs belted together, the leather "thong" as they called it digging into my sex, my drool dripping down my body in rivulets. To top it off, I was gagged with a ball gag, the metal rings digging into the sides of my muzzle, and I was still wearing my collar. I was doing a photoshoot, my job, which brought in good money, but sometimes...you just got into predicaments you really didn't want. and this was one of them. I thought it would be a great idea...until I was actually up there. of course, they had already gagged me, so my protests fell on deaf ears.
"We're almost done Jinx. But we need to see fear and desperation in your eyes, not anger!"
"MUFF FOU!" I yelled in response, he only smiled, as I did as he acted, imaging that I was being held captive by some bondage freak who was going to rape me or something. I began to struggle, getting into "character" for the photographer, as he started to let the camera click. I mentally grumbled, my juices dripping, this whole bondage shit was a major turn on for me, and struggling...the feeling of knowing that I couldn't get free...that was usually enough to drive me to the brink...which turned me into a 4 foot, 6 inch tall, bound box of horny fox...giving off the whole bitch who just got caught kind of scene...which everyone loved.
I was released, only to be told that they wanted me to do one more scene, asking me if I was willing to do a little extra. I shrugged, knowing the pay would be good, deciding to do it. "What's the scene?" I asked. He shrugged.
"Innocent girl walking along the street gets nabbed, bound, gagged, decloathed, ravaged, and left in the forest bound." I shrugged, nodding. I was willing to do it, I knew my partner would be clean, so what was the worst that could happen. I went into the changing room, coming out in a barely decent pair of pants and shirt. I shrugged, nodding. This was going to be a video, so I would have to do as much acting as possible, even fighting back. I started to walk down the street, like I was going home. I murphed, gasping as a hand went around my mouth, something cold and hard pressed into my back. "Follow me, and you won't get hurt." I growled, struggling, as he dragged me back to the car, I soon began to comply as he pressed it in harder. He handed me 2 pairs of cuffs, telling me to cuff my ankles and wrists, which I did, while the gun was trained on me, hidden by his jacket. He lifted me up, putting me down in the trunk, he pulled out a peice of rope, tieing my muzzle shut. I half growled-half whimpered as the trunk slammed shut.
I felt the car go down the road, knowing this was a "pause" moment, but it was easier for me to stay in the situation, then to get back in it when we arrived, so they would often leave me there, and it helped to keep in character. I felt the car come to a stop, Then heard a garage door close. I was taken inside, where he threw me on a couch. He came back, untieing my legs, he forced me to walk, my hands behind my back, he led me downstairs. I wondered how long of a movie this was supposed to be, as he took me downstairs, where he had me stretch out my legs, cuffing them to a chained down spreader bar, he then uncuffed my wrists, pulling my hands down, he bound my wrists to the floor, The distance was to short for me to be able to move, especially after he used another bar to bind my tail to my neck, so I was now completely unable to move, because if I bent my legs, my tail would get a harsh yank, and I couldn't lift myself up. He studied my backside for quiet some time, a hand tracing the path of my white patch between my thighs, I looked at my captor.
He was a Horse, something I wasn't trained in, and he seemed to be admiring my ass a bit much, as he slid a very thick, very large dildo into my sex. I groaned, begging him to remove it. He growled at me to shut up...he wanted to hear my pain, not my words. I whimpered, my words stopping, I screamed as he speared his cock into my ass, ramming it home, he began to drive it back and forth, ignoring my screams of pain. My tears flowed as I cried, the pain insane, I fought for consciousness as the pain washed over me, mingling with pleasure, my juices dripping around the dildo. He groaned, gasping as he came, my body convulsing with orgasm as his load entered me, filling me as he slid out. I wondered what was next as the world became dark.
I woke up to find my wrists bound behind the trunk of a tree, my ankles bound in the same fashion so that I was kneeling on the ground, 2 large dildoes holding me open and stretched, I opened my eyes to the darkness around me, wondering when the people were coming, when I started to realize that I was late for my movie...and that I had really been kidnapped...would they find me?