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An YCH I got from JUXI
Story by me.

Giselda waited on the dingy bed in the dark room, all alone and utterly helpless. The striped griffoness could hear faint voices coming through the closed door, but at least half of them belonged to the bunch of goats that had kidnapped her. That meant she could not just escape through the door, even if she managed to make it that far.

Giselda grunted into the ballgag shoved into her beak as she pulled against the ropes wrapped around her body. They did not yield an inch. Not content with just tying her wrists behind her back, the goats had tied an entire rope harness around Giselda’s chest, pinning her upper arms to her torso. Not only that, the harness also went around her breasts, nicely highlighting them for anyone wanting to ogle. The white coloration of her chest, stomach and inner thighs certainly caught the eye. The only “comfort” was that she could not spread her legs. She was frogtied with her ankles bound to her thighs, and her legs had also been tied together at several points.

The worst thing however was her own blush. No matter how much she tried to deny it, Giselda found herself enjoying the situation, especially the collar one of the bastards had put around her neck, and the flaming red color on her cheeks only confirmed this.

It was humiliating. Nothing about what had happened should have excited her.

All Giselda had done was stumble onto some kind of meeting taking place near a garage on her evening walk, and the next thing she knew she was dragged to the trunk of a car, her phone left smashed on the ground. After a drive that had lasted hours, the griffon was finally lifted out of the trunk and forcefully escorted into a small apartment on the lowest floor of an apartment block on the outskirts of the city.

Once inside, the goats had promptly torn Giselda’s skirt and shirt off, leaving her tied up on the bed to uselessly flap her wings.

At first Giselda did not notice the talking outside ending, only realizing something was off when the door to her room opened. A sheep or a goat of some species stepped inside.

She was an older female, with a thick bluish gray coat, two small and straight horns and brown eyes. She also wore camo pants and a green t-shirt.

“Sorry about the wait, darling,” the ewe said. Something about her voice made the alarm bells ring inside Giselda’s head. “We didn’t originally plan to kidnap anyone, but you know how things can get. Had to decide what to do with you, since we rarely meet griffons.”

As the ewe spoke she walked ever closer to Giselda, who helplessly tried to shuffle away. She might as well have done nothing, as the sheep grabbed the back of her head, forcing the griffon to look up. The other hand meanwhile slid down between the griffon’s thighs, coming to a rest against her panties. Giselda’s breath hitched, and she moaned into her gag.

“Now, we aren’t sure where this will end, but I know how I’m starting.”