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source (story): https://www.furaffinity.net/view/31578621/

Adhara couldn’t take it anymore.

She had no idea how long she’d been trapped in this asylum, no idea how many times she had been edged and denied, no idea how long it had been since her last orgasm, but it was driving her mad to the point that her straitjacket almost felt appropriate. She rolled and twisted on the floor of her cell, arms tugging, legs kicking, tail jerking, grunting frustration into her ball gag as she fought the restraints that kept her so, so helpless. “Mmmng. Mmmf!” It was useless. She could barely get an inch of movement, her hands trapped in fists inside the thick rubbery sleeves, tail bound to her back and ankles cuffed close. She was too horny, too needy to think, so exhausted by how much she had struggled while being edged over and over, and the grip of the gear was as strong on her limbs as it had ever been that she quickly collapsed once more, panting. She felt so trapped, which only intensified the ache of lust sealed behind her chastity belt. “Mmmmmff…”

Every day was the same. Long hours of being tormented, then dumped back into her cell to sleep, no breaks, no relief, no cumming no matter how she tried to beg. And when one of the ‘nurses’ came to lead her off for another session the dragoness snapped. She could not take it anymore, she couldn’t bear to face more of this orgasm denial! When he came into range she lunged at him, and managed to surprise him, get their legs tangled, and fell to the padded floor on top of him. He yelped in surprise, and tried to reach for the straps of her jacket, to push her weight off of him, but she braced herself and headbutted him right between the eyes, as hard as she could.

The blow made her dizzy, but it knocked him out cold.

Adhara tried clumsily to feel at his pockets for keys, a sharp object, something, and found nothing. She had no plan, no idea what to do except to escape; when seemingly her every waking moment was spent being teased, there was no opportunity to think. She didn’t know how she’d get the straitjacket off, or her ball gag, let alone find the key for her chastity belt. If she could just get out. Get away. Get outside, get help, find someone or some way to get free! Struggling some more only made her moan in desperate arousal, every movement forcing her to feel how strictly bound she was, how helpless in the restraints. She couldn’t get out…

Fighting her way back to her feet, she stumbled out through the open door of her cell and into that hallway she’d been dragged down so many times. She knew that turning left would bring her to the room at the end of the hall where they sat her on that infernal sybian every day, so she turned right, shuffling along as quickly as she could with her ankles cuffed mere inches apart and looking for directions, an EXIT sign, anything that could lead her out. Still bound and gagged, still in chastity, she’d be at the mercy of anyone who found her, and just the thought of this earning her some form of punishment made her shudder and stumble, moaning. She needed to cum… But for that, she’d need to get out. Hopefully she could find a door. Hopefully she could open the door despite her straitjacket, and find a way to get free, find a way to get out of chastity, she had to, she had to cum!

She thought she heard a sound behind her and tried to step faster, glancing anxiously over her shoulder as she hobbled along, whimpering into her gag in helplessness and lust. She had to get out, or she might never cum again…!