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Ninetails had a bit of a curious streak, nothing unusual in a fox, especially if it consisted of new ways to make other people's lives miserable. However, today it had occurred to her that as the oldest living exemplar of her species, despite having subjected her inferiors to imprisonment and humiliation more times than she could count, she had never been forced into such a situation herself, and likely never would be. It had bothered her for a bit, and eventually she had called her demonic minions with some unusual orders. With a certain thrill at having the experience for the first time, the kitsune gave specific instructions to the specialists under her control, and they had responded perfectly, just as she had trained them. It was a perfect opportunity to have a little time alone.

The specifics of her entertainment were fairly typical. Forced to play-bow by the cuffs linked shortly to her collar, Ninetails couldn't help but shudder in mixed disgust and delight as teams of demons forced her hind legs apart, to be held in place by the largest spreader bar she possessed. Pulling her tails up had required some ingenuity, but binding each one to a bar and attaching that to her collar was entirely adequate. Her minions had then gagged her, having been constantly reminded to thoroughly stuff the ball in, and left her alone. They had clear orders to come back and release her, but, the fox thought dryly, they were probably using the opportunity to get thoroughly drunk. Well, it scarcely mattered: there was no threat to her, even in this vulnerable position.

Description
Ninetails had a bit of a curious streak, nothing unusual in a fox, especially if it consisted of new ways to make other people's lives miserable. However, today it had occurred to her that as the oldest living exemplar of her species, despite having subjected her inferiors to imprisonment and humiliation more times than she could count, she had never been forced into such a situation herself, and likely never would be. It had bothered her for a bit, and eventually she had called her demonic minions with some unusual orders. With a certain thrill at having the experience for the first time, the kitsune gave specific instructions to the specialists under her control, and they had responded perfectly, just as she had trained them. It was a perfect opportunity to have a little time alone.

The specifics of her entertainment were fairly typical. Forced to play-bow by the cuffs linked shortly to her collar, Ninetails couldn't help but shudder in mixed disgust and delight as teams of demons forced her hind legs apart, to be held in place by the largest spreader bar she possessed. Pulling her tails up had required some ingenuity, but binding each one to a bar and attaching that to her collar was entirely adequate. Her minions had then gagged her, having been constantly reminded to thoroughly stuff the ball in, and left her alone. They had clear orders to come back and release her, but, the fox thought dryly, they were probably using the opportunity to get thoroughly drunk. Well, it scarcely mattered: there was no threat to her, even in this vulnerable position.