I felt its tongue bristle against my soft inner folds. Trapped as I was, there was nothing I could do but sigh. Sigh, and try to imagine what it might be this time.
It was the third guest tonight. I assumed we must be getting near morning. I guessed that my "friend" must have been right, about the scent attracting them, but this was more than I had ever dreamed. And to my knowledge, I had never actually told him those dreams, so he was going to have some things to answer for in the morning. Leaving me tied out to a log, wide open for anything to ravage that took a fancy to. Sure he was watching, to make sure I didn’t get hurt, but... But he wasn’t the one who had no idea what was sticking its shaft inside her. Twice already. Three times if I counted his appearance at the beginning. And I knew, KNEW, they were all different animals. You could feel it in the weight as they climbed on, in the type of fur. The cameras damn well better be working, because I wanted to see what had taken me each time.
And now there was a third.
It was gentle at first. Hesitant. I tilted my hips to give it a better angle, whining softly with need, trying to encourage it. I had come a long way from the girl who went dry with fear when my friend had taken me from behind. I was still blindfolded, and this time I knew for certain it wasn’t him, but I was already damp. They had all felt so different.
The first had been huge. And heavy. It grunted a lot. I thought I might never shrink back to normal size after it slid out. The next had been long. Not fat, but so much longer than a man. And while I was a reasonable height, it felt like it was kneeling to reach me. Like it wanted a higher target. Then there was this one. I shivered as I felt its tongue ministering to me, and wondered how it would be proportioned.
It climbed on my back hesitantly, ready to run. I tried to stay as still as possible. When I felt its teeth lock onto my shoulder, I went cold. I nearly screamed. But then it seemed that he wasn’t trying to bite me, just to keep me from running away. I felt him slide into me.
The size was not that different from a human, at first. I shivered at the familiarity of it. The smooth, slick thickness sliding in and out of me. But then it started to stick. I tried to focus on the sensation, to remain as damp as possible. I though I was getting wetter with every stroke, but then why was he sticking? Then it stuck me. I wasn’t sticking; he was growing. Swelling, at the base, making it harder and harder to slide in.. but even harder to slide out. No wonder it was holding me in place, just so it would have time to lock onto me.
Eventually the knot got large enough that it stuck. He was locked inside of me, still thrusting, still swelling. I had never felt anything like it. It was... it was indescribable. I tried to thrust back, to thrust him deeper. As much as I had enjoyed each of the previous encounters, I had not actually come during any of them. This one was bringing me to my peak faster than I could think.
I was so busy focusing on the knot growing within me, I didn’t even notice his rhythm picking up. I felt him come inside me at just the moment when I went over the edge. It was amazing. Then I realized he was still inside me. Still locked to me. I felt him begin to lick my ear. I whined happily. I guessed there was nothing to do but wait. Wait until we were unlocked. Wait until morning when I was untied. Wait until I cold see on the camera what had been riding me this time. Wait until I could find a way to dump my friend and get one of these to come over with a little less work involved. Okay... That one was probably a joke. But definitely wait and enjoy the attention.