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keys and a door being unlocked. He says nothing as we enter a small room aglow with candlelight. I blink and take in my surroundings. It is a security office with one wall covered in closed-circuit TV camera monitors. ‘So this is your lair,’ I say while moving towards the desk in front of the screens. I trace my hand over the keyboard and jump as one of the screens flickers into life.
    â€˜Sit.’ He pushes me into the springy office chair and reaches over me. I can smell him. I follow his arm with my nose and press it into the thick covering of hair. Shrugging me off, he taps something into the computer. All nine of the monitors come on and each one displays the same scene. My fur room. I stretch out my legs and push the chair backwards, it catches on a rug or carpet and I look down. It’s my wolfskin, here! I turn to get up but he blocks my way. ‘Watch,’ he hisses. I obey.
    As I stare at the empty room on the TVs I start to get bored and my head flops back a little. He is there instantly pushing me up, crushing his face into the back of my neck. It feels delicious and I press against it while his hand reaches around and pins my thigh to the chair. With the other he fixes my head straight and continues kissing my neck. The tiny hairs covering my entire body rise as a woman enters the picture on the screen. She is wearing a blouse, skirt, stockings and heels. It is me. Times nine. I am embarrassed and try to twist my face away but his grip is fierce.
    â€˜Watch,’ he repeats and I shamefully see myself bending over with my big bum in the air, sliding to the floor and embracing the fur. I stare at the body spread-eagled and writhing in the feral fibres, humping and thrashing about. I can’t believe it – I thought I was being discreet! I’m like a cat in heat. My skirt is up, exposing my arse with my fingers spreading the cheeks and pulling my panties aside from behind. It looks like an impossible posture with my face firmly planted in the lush fur.
    As I watch myself tugging the lacy fabric further to the side, the man slides his hand up my thigh and clamps my mouth shut with the other. The camera pans in on my backside and nine rude images invade my sight. I can feel my body responding instinctively to the pictures and the smell of my captor’s flesh overpowers my shame. Fuck, my on-screen pussy is being pulled open and the tips of my fingers slide in and out rhythmically in time with my humping motions.
    The acrid musk of the man fills the room now and I feel his jaws and tongue working into my neck and shoulders. It sends mini surges cascading though my body stopping well and truly in my pussy – which is now twitching and pulsing with want. The man pushes my thighs apart and reaches up to it. I welcome him into the heat of me and again feel the strange sensation of nails or claws at my entrance. It is a maddening moment when he teases me, gently circling my pussy with those sharp little instruments. I grunt into the hand and buck my pelvis forward to force him in. He obliges and slides a long, cool digit right up inside me. I suckle it with my wet cunt and rock and writhe on the chair with my eyes fixed on the feral woman fucking herself on screen. I am so horny. I need his cock. I need it.
    Suddenly, without warning and from nowhere, my security guard appears on screen. I still can’t make him out – his face is in constant shadow but his eyes burn and flash through. His body is huge and looming as he approaches. I look so small and feeble compared to him and he gets on all fours behind me. That’s it, fuck me , I think and his finger inside my pussy seems to agree and starts ferociously pounding me as I watch the action. The guard takes a long time sniffing and exploring me with nose and finger tips. I blink to catch a glimpse of what looks like a claw suddenly retract from one of his fingertips. I feel a second finger force its way into me as I see the