Renamon, the splendidly sexy cream-yellow fox, approaches you slowly, sultrily, fluidly, like a harsh siren answering a call of your deepest, darkest desires. Donning nothing more than a spiked black leather collar, and a studded two piece leather bikini, your fox master Renamon comes to you, handcuffs in paws. Beckoning for your hands, you comply, and within a split second the cuffs surround your hands ... you are locked, and now have no choice but to obey the orders of your sexy and horny fox master, the delicious and overpowering Renamon.
It always amazes me how little it takes sometimes to pop a boner.
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Anonymous2012-12-26 23:43
Pushing you harshly back in your seat, your mistress climbs upon you, and settles upon your lap, straddling your helpless self. In lieu of the traditional long purple gloves on your mistress's arms, there are now long black gloves, silky leather gloves. Renamon's paws come to your neck, clutching you dominatingly and compelling you to look up slightly deep within her eyes. A fiendish smile appears on the fox's face, and you suffer a kiss from your master, an uncaring and rape-your-throat-I-fucking-own-you kiss. Her hands clutch your head and you feel helpless, consumed by her mouth, and body, which is grinding against yours, equally unconcerned with your freedom.
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Anonymous2012-12-26 23:47
A chill overtakes you. It seems you are bound and rather completely naked. At last the dominating Renamon releases her sweet lips from yours, giving a playful bite to you as her lips separate from yours, and her head tilts with a hot, piercing, condescending look. Suddenly you gasp, and cut your breath short as a leatherclad paw grasps your throat harshly, pulling you like a dog. "Guess what?" a husky, grisly, uncharacteristic voice says. "You are going to be my fucktoy. I'm going to use and abuse you and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it." Renamon's yellow tail swiftly moves back and forth, and her hand clutches your face, reminding you who is boss.
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Anonymous2012-12-26 23:53
Forcing your hands behind your head, the yellow fox arises from astride you, and hops off of the seat, her tail tickling your nose. Suddenly you find yourself sailing through the air and - bam! You've hit the floor. Ouch! A moment passes and you've regained your bearings. You seem to be on your back - apparently your master has thrown you on the floor, like a dirty towel. Upon your back you feel a sharp, piercing, cold pain - it's the edge of a stiletto heel. You gasp, and hold your breath, and let out a little bitchy wince of pain .... She speaks - "You are my slave. You are my worthless little fuck slave. Do you understand me?"
Now that I googled "Renamon" I irrecoverably lost my boner. It's literally a fucking fox.
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Anonymous2012-12-27 0:01
The stiletto heel releases its cruel stab on your back. Still hurts ... but that's what you wanted. You love it. Her legs move to either side of your head. She then crouches down, on top of your head, yet not letting the full weight of her body down on you. Framed on either side of her legs, her muscular legs beautifully tightened and textured from crouching, the smell of sweaty musky female arousal comes to your nose. You feel wet warmth on the top of your head. Evidently your mistress's juicy bits are out to play and mounted atop your head. Amid the abuse and pain this is incredibly arousing to you I imagine. Suddenly your breath is again cut short as Renamon pulls your hair, hard, like a bitch, forcing you to look up at your mistress.
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Anonymous2012-12-27 0:09
"Look here you little fucking cunt" says Renamon to you. "You're completely mine. I'm going to mark my territory." She grinds her bits atop your head, and you feel the moisture of a sopping wet crown-of-shame fox pussy wipe against the top of your head. "You are *my* bitch." Like a whip her tail strikes you in the crotch, hitting your balls, and you can't help but let out a scream of pain. The pain resonates deeply, and you can feel tears forming at the corners of your eyes.
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Anonymous2012-12-27 0:16
Suddenly a warm wet feeling enamates from the top of your head. You hear Renamon growling. An acrid stench of girl piss harshly rasps your nasal cavities ... forcing you to reflexively close your eyes shut as tight as possible. The piss warm flow eventually starts drizzling down your head, down your ears, encasing you warmly in sopping, disgusting piss. How humiliating, how degrading. Literally getting pissed on by a fox. A smell of wet vagina and piss overtakes you. Completely owned, completely marked. A fiendish voice from above "haha you nasty fucking little bitch ... all mine ... all marked ... look at your sorry self!" Stinging shame strikes your soul .... you just cannot believe what is happening.
I knew someone in high school who liked renamon (among other furry creatures). He weighed about 400 pounds and had all sorts of severe emotional issues. He was creepy as fuck.
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Anonymous2012-12-27 14:47
Completely drenched in smelly, stinging humiliation, helpless as your master relieves herself upon you, tagging you with a territorial scent, you feel completely embarassed and submissive. Numb and unable to move for several moments, you are frozen in disbelief. Renamon unmounts herself from your head, raising her lower half above you as her arms plant themselves on either side of your pelvis ... she is now crouched atop you, her mouth and razorsweet teeth and tongue inches away from your penis ... You muster the courage to open your eyes, directly above you is a sweet dripping red hot frothing-at-the-mouth-and-hungry-for-you fox cunt, seeming to chastise you for being so dirty as too look at it ... You hear Renamon devilishly giggle at you ...
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Anonymous2012-12-27 23:15
"I'm going to fucking swallow your face with my cunt you lowly worm" you hear the feminine yet raspy gravely voice of the yellow fox harshly bark at you. Thereupon she teabags you with that sweet molten dripping pussy of hers, slamming it against your face and rubbing your face in it with strong pelvic thrusts. Your face, nose, cheeks, forehead, completely painted and owned with a glazing of sticky, slimy, muskycuntsmelly pussy juice. Murmurs and groans heard from above as you are lost in darkness between the strong fox's legs, her tail dangling behind your head, her pumping your face mercilessly like a helpless toy. She lowers her pelvis to your mouth and mushes that nasty vulva, forcefeeding you with her sopping wet genitals. This lasts for several minutes, almost suffocating you in humid crotchbondage.
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Anonymous2012-12-27 23:21
You almost feel as though you are going to pass out, drowing in an angry female fox's cunt, when finally Renamon lifts off of you. Bleary eyed, you blink and through a haze of fluids you can see her head at your cock. You liked this. You wanted it. Your cock is athrust, hard as a rock. With a cold stare deep into your eyes, she licks the tip of your cock, sending a wave of pleasure and relief through you. A stark contrast to the punishment you were suffering a moment ago. Crouched with legs and butt up, above your face, another lick. Kindly she licks and licks. Drops of her wet crotch continue to rain upon you, drizzling down your sweaty, pisssoaked face, golden tears of ownership.
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Anonymous2012-12-27 23:29
Another lick, you feel like you could cum any second. But you are scared. She then looks at you, deep within your broken, beaten, submissive soul, and says to you "Repeat after me. Emacs is the better editor."
Your eyes grow wide, and you almost say it. You almost say "Yes." But you bite your tongue, hard. Clenching and wincing, your face almost turning purple at the torture you fear that will come. But you won't compromise. Because vi is the better editor. It's faster. Lightweight. And not trying to be an operating system.
A flash of lightning! She has smacked you. Hard. Like a little bitch. Your vision turns solid white and then fades in to a heavingly angry yellow fox with her backhand inches from your face. Stinging pain on your face follows, further followed by red hot shame.
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Anonymous2012-12-27 23:33
Harshly and more raspy this time, she repeats, "Let me make myself clear. Emacs is the better editor. Say it. Fucking say it you limpdicked shitfuck."
"Eeeeeeeeee-" comes out of your mouth, and then you choke. You can't do it. Tensely your mouth tries to form the words, tries to say it, tries to avoid the certain pain, but no. No no no no. Modal editing is far superior than Emacs Ctrl-Alt-Meta-Meta-Alt-Shift whatthefuckever. No.
You shake your head no.
Wham! Smacked on the fucking balls!!!!!! Gasping and crying, howling in pain, your testicles resonating with that harsh, deep from within pain, jolting every fiber of your existence .... you curl up, what you can being in your position, tears streaming down your face ...