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“It’s all about trust, you know?”
Said the ribbon, or perhaps the snake that curled its way around the hunk of miscellaneous children’s toys. All those spare parts, put back together into something entirely new. And it was something that Gangle loved. Zooble would have never thought to have themselves so low, red ribbons restricting them and having them so open, so vulnerable to the world. Even if that world was their own room.
Their eyes darted to the toy chest against a wall, opened and flooding with various part, most of which they would never touch again. It reminded them of the clothes that were tucked away in the furthest part of their closet. The clothes were kept around, even if they saw no future of them to be used again. It brought them to a simpler time when they weren’t constantly pondering on the idea of when they would all escape and return back to reality.
“Look at me.”
Zooble looked up, their eyes dilated immediately upon seeing the mask. Something about it was so alluring, especially when Gangle wore a particular one. Something of a cat, its eyes were dark, a void that drew her in so deeply. There were little ears on the mask as well, the insides red like the liner of the eyes. The mask held such intricate detail that was hard to miss when so close, even in that moment staring - perhaps the cat was more of a fox.
Whatever animal it was, Zooble wanted it. They wanted whatever monster hid behind that void of a mask to devour them whole. Their legs were already stress out and waiting. The red ribbons wrapped on each side of their legs, holding them open with the coolness of the room brushing against their clit. While Zooble did have many parts to toy with, it was only like this that they’d allow Gangle to see.
“You’re so perfect like this,” she nuzzled against them, the mask, “It’s like you’re all for me, all mine.”
The mask nudged at the crook of their neck, Zooble tilted their head off to the side instinctively. It’s little fangs peered from the mask, taking the softest nibbles out of them. It only seemed like a game being played on them. Every little thing she did seemed to push Zooble closer to the edge each time, but all they could do was sit there in their embrace and wait.
“Nothing?” She’d hum.
Zooble shook their head.
The end of one of the ribbons curled up, tracing up and down their clit. Each stroke she made seemed to cause them to become a little wetter each time. And each time she felt Zooble shiver or tense at her touch, Gangle held onto her just a little tighter. But it seemed like there wasn’t a whole lot earned out of them. Zooble was a tough cookie to crack, and Gangle didn’t exactly see a clear finish line.
“I know you’re wet,” she teased, a giggle through her words, “You weren’t like this before I had you in this position. I know you like it,” she purred.
Zooble should’ve known Gangle would’ve been into this animalistic crap. With being an otaku and a borderline furry, this shouldn’t have been a surprise. The only surprising thing about it all was how possessive and dominant she became. It was such a turn around from her normal demeanor, they weren’t even sure if this was the right bunch of ribbons of an NPC. But even through all the denial, Zooble knew deep down that they did like this. They liked this unpredictable animal. It only gave her more of a reason to want to tame her.
“Am I going to get anything out of you?” The mask cocked to the side, “Touch yourself.”
“What?” Zooble turned their head to thee with a stutter.
They were completely caught of guard with that. Despite how tiredly they were in the moment, it seemed that comment snapped them out of it. Their eyes were wide.
“I want you to touch yourself,” the mask purred once more.
The red ribbon snaked around one of their arms slowly unraveled to free them, though the rest of her tightened around them. Zooble was a little confused to say the least, holding out their arm and stretching. It was such a vulnerable task, and all eyes were on them. Even if those eyes were voids.
“Go on,” a smile plastered on the mask, “You can do it, I won’t judge.”
Zooble couldn’t see it, but Gangle’s eyes were burning right through them, feeling the heat all across their body as their finger slowly trickled down their stomach until reaching their slit. It was where the ribbons previously were - those ribbons now soaked in their slick. It started off carefully, their fingers traced around and gathered up all their pre-cum juices, then rubbed circles at their clit. It was almost as if they were waiting on her approval, but the soft hum that came from her was all they needed.
“That’s it,” Gangle purred, “Just like that.”
The sound of her sweet honey voice was enough to turn them on, sending a shiver through their entire body. Soon, they found their finger slipping into their soaked cunt, slowly pumping in and out of themself. Gangle continued to purr and whine, all of the little noises she could make right into Zooble’s ear. It was addictive.
Zooble knew themselves well enough. They knew the right places and right buttons to press that would put them right over the edge. Not to mention all those sweet sounds were the icing on top. Their fingers moved faster, Gangle could feel the way their body jolted ever so slightly and the way their hips bucked into their own fingers. It turned her on herself.
But this pleasure came at a price. The sneaky red ribbon snaked up once more, wrapping around Zooble’s wrist as they fingered themselves. It was just before Zooble could reach their breaking point.
“What the?” Zooble looked back, their eyes seemingly in a daze.
“Not so fast,” Gangle snickered before taking another ribbon and tracing along their inner thigh, “I can’t let you cum so soon.”
“But,” They whined, dilated eyes fixated on her.
“Beg.”
Despite how harsh her words spewed out, there was a trace of sweet honey that wrapped around them. Every word was like a beautiful melody that they had to listen to. They were wrapped around her finger… or ribbon.
A soft whimper slipped from them, “But,” another stutter came out.
“You heard me,” she cooed.
Their gaze shifted away for a second, looking around at their slicked coated fingers, a red ribbon wrapped around their wrist. It was a shameful display, their back was against the bundle of ribbons that held them up.
“Please?” It was soft, hardly a whisper.
“I can’t hear you.”
So this is what it was—letting Gangle in to see every part of them, putting their trust in her to be so vulnerable. It was a sick and twisted thought that Zooble would have never allowed to cross their mind until now.
“Please,” they purred, “Let me cum, Gangle, please.”
They rolled their head back, sinking further into the pile of ribbons behind them. Gangle cooed, her mask furrowing against them as her ribbon inwound from their wrist.
“What a precious little thing you are,” her ribbon brushed against the side of their face, “go on, you earned in, precious.”
Their hand was pushed down, back to brush against their cunt. Instinctively, their finger pushed right back into them. That feeling of being full of their own fingers satisfied them once again. It felt so empty, and Gangle watched them at a loss. She watched them now as they began to pump their fingers in and out again, chasing that rush all over again. This time, it was more liberating. The rush was greater than before, their legs twitching just a bit as they chased that orgasm.
“That’s it,” Gangle’s ribbons brushed all up their body, “Good, good.”
Zooble whined, their hand not wanting to leave their wet cunt as it vigorously pumped in and out. Soft gasps and pants escaped them as they rode out their orgasm - cut short by the same ribbon wrapped around their wrist and pulled back.
“Gangle!” they whimpered, a mess between their legs as their orgasm was ruined, “Why…”
“You’re so cute,” She kissed the top of their head.