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Don't Scream — Description
With special honours to Chris 'Bondofox' Yost ( bondofox.deviantart.com/galler…). Thanks for being my inspiration, man. I hope I can do the same for you one day.

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Rosa Williams sleeps deep in her bed, her pink nightgown apparent as she felt it was too hot to use the covers. She was just waiting for her boyfriend, Charlie, when she finally fell asleep from the long wait.

She was unaware of the dangerous shadowy presence looming overhead.

Rosa jolts awake and struggles against the grip of a hand that clasps over her mouth to muffle her cries. “You’d do well to keep your mouth shut, sweetheart.”

Tears stream from the wolf’s eyes as her kidnapper sits, pulling her down to the ground as his arm wraps around her shoulder and torso. She can only whimper into the strong hand clasped over her snout. Her kidnapper whispers in her ear as her forces her arms behind her back and reaches into a leather gym bag on the floor for a roll of duct tape, “That’s a good girl. Don’t fight me.”

WHHHHCH!! Rosa feels the silver tape being wound around her wrists and forearms tightly to tie them up tight. “That’s it. I’m going to let go of your mouth now. And if you scream, I might start getting a bit more cruel.”

The masked man takes his hand away from Rosa’s mouth. She softly sobs, “Please… please, don’t kill me. Please…”

“Shh,” he croons as he works his way to her front. “I don’t want to hurt you if I don’t have to, pretty-pretty.”

WWRHCCH!! Rosa shuddered as the tape is wound around her legs. This masked man, probably some kind of equine by the shape of his face, sounds like he’s completely and utterly insane. The mask is white glazed plaster with drippy red paint on the lips and around the eye sockets.

“Are you scared, pretty-pretty?”

Rosa tries to answer or else beg, but has her words cut off by a thick wad, probably panties stolen from the laundry, thrust into her mouth to stifle her. Holding it in with two fingers, the masked psychopath extends a long strip from the roll of tape and presses it from the both of the very edges of each cheek. “That’s a good girl. Who’s my good girl?”

The wolf cannot even shake her head as her captor holds her cheeks with one hand and uses two fingers of the other to smooth the gag down. “You need to be quiet now, my pretty girl. Don’t fight me and don’t scream.”

A thick blue scarf is pulled over her eyes and tied around her head, obscuring her vision. All she has left is the sensation of the duct tape, and the sound of footsteps... Charlie? Oh, no! Charlie!

Panicking, she tries to cry out in warning. “HMMH!! CHHLHH!! HLMPH!!!”

But Charlie doesn't know that the masked man is lying in wait now, ready to pounce, and just says from behind the door, “Ooh, did you tie yourself up again, baby? You know how I love that~”

Rosa squirms, trying to break free and warn Charlie of the danger coming. “NHH, CHHLHH, WMPH!! HHH GHHNH MH YHH HMPH DHH!!!”

The shuffling of fabric reaches Rosa's ears. “Oh, God, Charlie,” she thinks to herself, “now is not a good time for the Boxer-Clad Saviour routine! This isn't a roleplay!”

But the sound of the door opens, and Charlie doesn't even get to say “Fear not, fair maiden” before the masked equine pounces.

It isn't long before Charlie is similarly bound, and a long winding of tape around both of their torsos and two around both of their arms bind them together in the sitting position. Immediately, the masked man stuffs another pair of used panties from the laundry bin into Charlie's mouth and holds his snout still to start winding tape around it. Charlie glares and muffles a few curse words into the tape.

“Good thing I can't understand you,” the masked man says as he finishes the gag with one last strip of tape. “Now, don't worry. I don't like to hurt my captives. I just love watching them squirm when I take what I want. Especially when they're... pretty-pretty~”

And with that, the masked man starts to shove mundane items, from candles to an alarm clock, into the bag, with the only other sound being Charlie and Rosa's muffled shouts of anger and fear respectively and the crackling of well-tightened duct tape.

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1) Do not complain about the quality. I edited it the best I could. That's right; it looked worse than this before. So stop complaining and enjoy your smut.

2) Look, I don't have a scanner. This was the best I could do.

3) Yeah, it's still mine even if the symbol and copyright logo is blurred out. Consider yourself notified and warned.

4) I am not making this a Mature Rating. It's not sexual, there's no murder or talk of hurting them, so just live with it.

5) On a more positive and less tired-grumpy-and-achy mood, the masked psychopath? I call him Restrict. And if people are considering me drawing a character of there's and/or writing a story about him kidnapping them, well... ask and ye shalt (probably) receive.

Now let's just sit back, relax, and enjoy the bondage~