A deep rumbling. Piercing wails in my ears. Coloured lights flickered in the darkness. A smell in my nostrils like damp earth.

And then consciousness returned with a gasp.

My own breath roused me as I inhaled deeply, and my eyes shot open, before wincing back from the pain of sudden light. I coughed dryly, and let my vision adjust. The sound I made was muffled, my mouth gagged by some kind of rag, and my ears rang. I tried to grasp my surroundings, but nothing that made sense could be placed, I struggled to comprehend if I was indeed awake. My head was pounding. The thumping pain in my temples seemed the only thing that tied me to reality.
At my feet, the ground was a vague blur of greys and browns that I couldn’t focus on, perhaps stone or earth. Nothing could be seen beyond a few paces from me, the room disappeared into a sheer black void. I struggled to look around but I could barely move, I was strapped to a chair. I angled my neck up as much I could manage, a simple ceiling light pointed straight down above me. That was all I could make out. The air was cool, yet ever so slightly musty and damp - underground, if I had to guess.

Click, click, click, click

Footsteps approached before I could make any real sense of my situation.

The shiny toe of a red, high-heeled boot stepped into the light, sharp almost to a point. Glossy leather, it continued up the leg, laced up with blue cord. The other leg appeared out of the dark, in symmetrical opposition; a blue leather thighhigh boot laced up in red. Bare flesh pushed swollen out of the laces and straps, pouring over with voluptuous fullness. My eyes continued up as the figure approached me out of the darkness. Bare hips curved out as wide as my shoulders. A tight bunny suit, also cut in two by blue and red, a diamond shaped window showed her navel. A ribbon wrapped around the waist, tied into large bows at the back, that bounced playfully with her movements. Huge breasts poured over the tight corset even more precariously than her thick thighs, they also jiggled as she walked. Golden blonde hair fell gracefully down her back and bare shoulders in soft feathery strands, and huge fennec ears sat proudly straight up on top her head. Her skin was pale, and glistened ever so slightly with light perspiration. Before I could fully take in the magnificence of this woman's body, she was upon me - leaning in close with her eyes gazing straight into mine, as if inspecting a curious museum piece.

Her eyes were incredible. Large, and full with excited curiosity as she inspected me. Impossible galaxies of purple and pink, glistening with starry white specks. Even in this dingy environment, the light reflected in those eyes seemed to be moonlight, yellow and gold shapes danced within. Her eyes were outlined with playful make-up, little assorted shapes and colours; hearts, diamonds, crosses. I was here in her domain. This was Omaru Polka’s dungeon.

I could have sat there, completely hypnotised in her eyes for I don’t know how long, when she suddenly set in action.

Polka spat into my face. I recoiled as much as my bindings allowed, startled from the entranced state her eyes had left me in, now broken. She giggled to herself, then a small hand pushed under my chin and made me look straight back up at her, my eyes still stung in the light. Polka hurriedly leaned back in, and her tongue met my flesh. She licked me on one side, from the bottom of my jaw, up my cheek, and across my temple. A slow and deep lick up my entire face. And then the same on the other side. She moaned into my flesh with satisfaction as she did it. Her wet tongue across my temples was soothing, after I had woken up with such a pounding headache. She lapped at my face more, now fast and excitedly. She licked my cheeks, swiped at my ears, ran her tongue over my nose and forehead, covering me with a glaze of her saliva. She was panting slightly with this as her excitement grew, and I felt her breath on me. She pulled stiffly at my hair, jerking my head slightly to different angles. She would stop to spit at me again, then hungrily lick, or playfully bite at my flesh. Delighting in the taste of me, and covering me in her saliva.
I felt a strange sense of comfort and security, despite the bizarre circumstances. So long as I was good plaything for Polka, so long as I satisfied her desires and gave myself to her every whim, I would only be useful to her alive. And so I found myself giving no struggle or resistance to her touch, I gave myself up to her. I didn’t have much choice.

Polka pushed a kiss through the gag in my mouth, and rubbed the tip of her nose side to side across mine with a playful little moan.
'Hhmm?' She seemed to question, wordlessly - ’Are you going to obey me?’
She stood up straight, and raised a boot high up off the floor. I caught a glimpse of the underside of her deliciously full thigh, her ass, and the large tail hanging down between her legs, until she firmly set her foot down onto the top of my leg. The large heeled boot landed painfully. My entire body stiffened and shot upright, I squirmed at the pain and grunted through gritted teeth. But I did my best to stifle it, I didn’t cry out loudly. I wanted to control myself, for her. I wanted to show her I was playing along. I wanted to obey her.

Polka rocked her weight back and forth, observing my reaction calmly. Leaning forward, twisting her heel deeper into my skin, and letting off again as she leaned back. A slow, steady rhythm of pain and release. I stiffened with pain each time, but still I stifled my reaction as much as possible.
With her boot still sat on my leg, she once more leaned in close. This time, pressing her chest into my face. She took the back of my head with both hands, grasping my hair, and forced me into her body. My face pressed into her neck, then my nose rubbed across her collarbones as she moved her body over me, then to her cleavage. She swung her tits playfully into my face with a delighted ’Coo’. The beautiful soft flesh, slightly cooler than mine. Her scent enveloped me; vanilla musk, a hint of sweet fruit, and something ever so slightly earthy like sandalwood. The saliva on my face mixed with her slight perspiration and made her chest slick. Then she forced me square into the middle of her cleavage, between her tits, and held me there tightly. Her tits engulfed my face, and muffled my ears. My gagged mouth pressed into the material of her bunnysuit and my nose squashed into her flesh, I struggled to breath. My body naturally tried to fight free, fruitlessly. Polka held me firmly and the straps holding me down in my chair wouldn’t yield. I heard her heartbeat, or perhaps my own, I couldn’t tell. Blood rushed to my head and temples pounded again. The darkness behind my eyelids began to turn to a bright, white light, and the ringing in my ears surged louder again.
On the very edge of losing consciousness, she released me.

My chest heaved, my body fought greedily to recover oxygen. A million dots of light filled my blurred vision. Polka let her foot down from my leg, and strutted casually to my side, running sharp fingernails up my arm, my shoulder, and across my cheek. She made her way behind me, resting her arms on my shoulders, and her hands scratched lightly at my chest. I felt her breathe in the scent of my hair, and plant a soft little kiss on the top of my head. Finally, she hooked her fingers under the rag at my mouth, and ungagged me. It was a relief to breathe freely again, the air felt newly fresh. I panted deeply. Polka seemed to wait patiently behind me as my heartrate settled again, rubbing my chest, kneading my shoulders, toying with the tips of my ears between her fingers.
When I had settled, she pushed a finger against my lips.
“Shhh”, Polka hushed softly into my ear. I understood. My mouth was free now, I could have called out, or said something. I could have asked where I was, what was happening. But what would have been the use, really? Instead I simply closed my eyes and let Polka’s hands continue to work gently over me. And she was gentle now, it seemed I’d passed another test. She enjoyed the ebb and flow, the rough and smooth. To push me with pain and discomfort, and then to nurture me softly afterwards. I found I was enjoying it too. Her hands over me felt erotic now. Blood warmed in my crouch, the faint beginning of an erection.

Still stood behind me, Polka stroked at my lips, and then dipped fingers slightly into my mouth. She rubbed against my tongue, ran fingers around my teeth, and wet her fingers with my saliva. Again, I let her. The thought of making a stand, of biting her, didn’t cross my mind. I would have been defenceless anyway, if she truly wanted to hurt me more severely than she had so far, and so I didn’t provoke it. She raised her hand, and I heard her over me, suckling at her fingers, tasting me with satisfied sighs. She clasped me under the chin and tilted my head up as far as my bondage allowed. Polka looked down upon my face from above, her silhouette framed by the stark light above us. Only her purple eyes, faintly glowing with a luminescence all of their own, peered out from the shadows. Polka pouted her lips, and let a string of drool fall from her mouth, down into mine. I opened up and drank her in, eagerly. I wanted it. How quickly she had taken me, controlled me, tamed me. I was enthralled. Her face dropped down from above me, and our open mouths met. She plunged her tongue in my mouth, and my erection surged fully. Our tongues slid together. She bobbed her head, plunging her tongue in and out of my mouth, messy, sloppy kisses. She sucked hungrily at my tongue and we moaned into one another’s mouths. I lost myself in need, in that erotic messy kiss, and slipped out a word.
“Polka”, I gasped out between kisses.
She struck me, slapping me hard across the face. And then again with a backhand. In my surge of horniness and adrenaline, I didn’t feel it as painful, but I understood the instruction. She tugged back on my hair, spat into my mouth and shushed me again, this time more firmly. I wasn’t to speak.