Living Senseless - The Night

Living Senseless: The Night

by Thomas Lupex

This story contains nudity, sexual acts, transformation, bondage, and non-consensual situations. Read no further if you dislike such activity, are under the age of eighteen, or such material is illegal where you reside. All characters are fictional, and any resemblance to real-world locations, people, or entities is purely coincidental.

The world had largely forsaken women as the transformations were shown to be irreversible and permanent, as well as hereditary, with a 100% rate of being passed on from mother to daughter, though a 0% chance of being passed to a son, if the father were normal. If the father were transformed as well, then any child born to the couple would be eyeless and mouthless, with all of the restrictions normally associated with being born female. As the numbers of ‘faceless’ males grew, however, demand for a system of communication of the written word for the blind grew exponentially, and this system had to be usable. It would be the work of these groups of the ‘faceless’, as transformed males were called, that would establish the system known as Codal, a revolutionary language that allowed the blind to decipher written word and digital documents, as well as bring women back into the fold of information.

The language of Codal, ironically, is known only by women and the blind. Because information in the world is designed to always be accessible, regardless of who asks for it, the Codal system was implemented by law as a ‘second language’ to all signs, maps, and public documents of importance. If signs were too high to reach for average citizens, a second sign was to be mounted with Codal sequences describing the sign in detail. This requirement was waived however if the sign spoke or could otherwise adequately describe its purpose to a blind reader. Codal sequences also allowed blind computer users easy access to the Information Web, which translated much of a websites document into audio format, which a male digitized voice would read to the browser. This allowed women and transformed men access to the wealth of information found on the Information Web, commonly abbreviated to InfoWeb or IW, and led to the development of several devices designed explicitly for use by the blind, which have grown popular, especially among independent females.

As for Arak, her night wasn’t quite over after Yasoo left and she laid back down. As she leaned back and relaxed, she began to dream. She dreamed of a gentle, kind hyena-boy who caressed her body and cared for her senses, both the ones she had, and the ones she lacked. Who would touch her just as she’d been wanting, and just how her body would amplify. Indeed, she dreamed of Yasoo gently and tenderly caressing and touching along her so vividly, her hands began to explore herself, stroking along her belly, which was slender and nicely developed, as her body’s photosynthesis always kept her, and every other female, in top physical condition, aside from those who spent too much time in the sun.

Her continued rubbing slid down her belly, and her shivering hand began to caress and massage along her groin, the wandering digits causing her breathing to heighten and deepen. She tossed her head back, and her back arched up, as her fingers touched along her body, one hand upon her breasts, the other now nearing the lips of her vagina. Ebony-skinned nipples began to poke through her white breastfur, and the fur of her crotch began to dampen very slightly as her fingertips kissed along her slit, the incredible, amplified sensations causing her spotted body to writhe and tremble with lust and want.

She imagined herself being held in Yasoo’s arms, and a long, winded sigh escaped from her nostrils, huffing deeply as her body continued to warm from her self-pleasure, her imagination powering her lustful state. She softly began to tweak the erect nipples poking from the tufts of white, and her other black-‘gloved’ hand began to cup her groin, a fingertip slipped between the lips, tickling along her walls and clitoris. The act sent the girl into a spasm of desire, her toes clenched tightly, and her crotch dampened a little more thoroughly. The lustful hyena gasped through her nostrils, her hand now worked steadily along her clit and vagina, massaging tenderly at her loins, her other squeezing and kneading at her breast. Her heels dug into her bed’s mattress, and her entire body rocked along the surface.

At last, her body stiffened, and her head tossed back firmly, as a powerful climax surged throughout her senseless body, her nostrils flaring with every loud and deep breath. She humped blindly at her hand, and after such a lewd display, she finally calmed down, slowly rolling to her side, her heavy breathing continuing as she started to relax. After she gathered herself, she sat up on her side, and felt her moistened crotch, as well as the spot on the bed, and she lowered her head in shame.

The shame as soon replaced by panic, as she realized she didn’t have a laundry machine, nor knew where to find one! As she never once, in her entire life, wore clothing, she’d never had a need for such a device. She quickly stripped her bed down, leaving just the pillow and mattress, and ran her fingers along the nylon surface of her specialized clock. It was late, very late, and potentially dangerous for a girl to be wandering around by herself. It was also too late to call Yasoo to help her, and she lowered her head gently, trying to think her way out of the mess.

There was only one option, however. She had to make the journey to a laundromat, and that meant having to navigate, blind, in the dead of night. She reached toward her phone, and began to dial information, using the Codal keys. Unfortunately, she realized this was a bad idea as she had no way to communicate her wishes to the operator, whose voice betrayed his annoyed state in being called so late at night and receiving no response on the calling end. Sighing once more, she gathered the sheet, as well as her credit card, and slipped out of her front door, punching in the code to lock the door behind her.

Nervously, she navigated her way to the street level, and started to walk along the concrete sidewalk. The cold night air caused her nude body to shiver, and her ears flattened, making the hyena’s dislike of this situation evident. She did perk them, however, after hearing a clattering from an alley nearby. Her breathing quickened slightly as did her walking, and this resulted in her tripping over a garbage can, falling clumsily to the ground. Huffing a little, she felt around, finding the much dirtier bedsheet, and climbed back to her feet, looking back and forth blindly, her ears perked once more as she strained to hear any sound that might warn her of real danger.

She continued along the sidewalk, until she eventually felt a bus stop sign with a small directory. Her heart leapt as she felt Codal bumps, and she ran her hand over the sign, feeling her way around the map, until she learned the location of a local laundromat. She quickly memorized the directions, and then moved across the sidewalk, so she could feel the address signs. Letting them lead her, she shivered lightly with fear and from the cool night air, but eventually, she found the building she needed. Sliding her hand along the glass pane to the door’s handle, she pulled it open, and heard the sounds of heavy machinery spinning, working, sloshing, and humming.

Quickly she stepped inside, and as the door opened, a small chime announcing its movement sounded, and she was greeted by a stammering young male’s voice. “M.. Ma’am..? Ah.. Can.. I help you?” She heard footsteps approach, and she nodded toward the sound, feeling her bedsheet taken from her. She blushed quite intensely, knowing that the article of bedding must be being inspected, and that her little spot of fun would surely be found. Eventually, it was, and the boy asked, “Oh, what happened there?” He paused, and considered his words, as he was speaking to a blind and mute hyena girl. “.. Nevermind. Yeah, I can probably get this out.” Another powerful blush prevailed as she heard the sounds of him sniffing, and he noted, “Huh.. Funny smell. It’s not water..”

She was directed to take a seat, and did so, resting in her chair a little. After a while, and hearing a new machine join the chorus of the rest, she was called to the desk, and presented her credit card for payment. She returned to her seat as she received her card, and the boy asked, “Ah.. Are.. You alone? Aren’t you scared?” She turned her head toward his voice, and nodded twice, head lowering a little in worry, especially as she heard some murmuring from nearby. The boy sighed and said, “Well, you’re brave, at least. Kinda stupid, but definitely brave.” She remained silent, and kept her head low, sighing herself. After a while, the machine finally dies down, and the boy’s footsteps are heard passing the hyena by. She felt her sheet returned to her, and she nodded in gratitude, standing up, the boy remarking, “I still can’t believe you’re alone. Well, I hope you arrive home safe, lady.”

Arak nodded once again, and stepped back through the door, the chime sounding once more. She shivered as the cool air of the night again washed over her nude body, and a few steps further, she heard a sound that froze her in terror. The chime from the door sounded once more, indicating the door had opened again. She turned back, quivering lightly, with her ears facing forward, and strained to hear any sound that may indicate her danger. She knew that, even with her athletic prowess and physical gifts, her blindness and muteness seriously handicapped her in dangerous situations. After a period of standing still, save her terrified trembling, she turned back around, and started walking. After exactly three steps, she felt her arms grabbed, and her balance was thrown when she was suddenly and harshly pulled to the side of the sidewalk, stumbling through puddles and onto gravel.

She knew what was happening, and it was exactly what she was terrified of.

A futile huff from her nostrils came as she tried to scream, and her body jerked as she tried to force her assailants off of her. The very bedsheet she carried came into play as her arms were roughly pulled behind her and tightly tied off at the wrist and elbow. Her terror truly peaked though as fingers pinched her nostrils shut, cutting off her only supply of air. Her chest heaved and she powerfully bucked against the hands holding her at the waist, as well as tossing her head in an attempt to escape the hand upon her nose, but neither would release.

“I saw that little gesture you gave me earlier, bitch. I told you, you wouldn’t like my next correction..” Her struggling paused briefly, and her ears flattened, as she recognized the voice from before. She couldn’t put a name to him, but she, quite literally, bumped into this man before, and heard his cohorts chuckling. Her chest began to burn from the lack of air, and her supply only continued to drop as her struggling resumed, though she weakened with every movement, sucking hard at the fingers blocking her nostrils. Her legs went wobbly, and eventually, she lost her balance, falling and slumping forward in her captor’s arms. Soon afterward, her consciousness followed, and she was draped over the man’s shoulder like a common fur, completely still. Her nostrils were released, as soon as her assailants were convinced of her unconsciousness, and she breathed lightly and shallowly once more.

The next thing Arak remembered was the winding of rope. She huffed and coughed, struggling to get her bearings, but she felt something stiff behind her, and her arms seemed wound around it. A few experimental pulls and she found her ankles tightly bound together, just off the ground, as well as a short length of cord connecting her wrists to her ankles. Her knees were spread, and bound apart, and then she realized she was tightly bound to a chair, her body rocking and pulling to no avail. Her trembling began once more, especially when she heard footsteps approaching, shaking her head in fear, her fiery-red hair falling into the blank expanse of her face.

“Aw, not feeling so independent now, are we?” A harsh voice mocked, and Arak felt a hand, gloved in leather, trace along her body, over her breast, and up to the nape of her neck, then back down on the other side, a menacing chuckle causing the girl’s ears to flatten. Another bout of struggling ensued, but again, to no avail, as Arak’s nude body could only strain against the rope holding her. The hand traced down her belly, and then, toward her crotch, a snicker filling the air as the hand soon found, and stroked, along her vagina, causing the helpless hyena to roll her head back, and arch her body. Her hands and toes clenched fiercely, and her body flexed as she pulled at the ropes, but she couldn’t stop invading fingers from sliding between her lips, and a sharp huff escaped her nostrils as she felt the intruder sliding and rubbing within her, though a fleshy barrier blocked their advance early in.

“Oh, wow. What fucking luck is THIS? She’s never had it before..” The man chortled, tightly and roughly seizing the hyena’s groin in his grip, which caused her to arch and actually lift up a short distance from the seat of the chair she was bound to, exhaling sharply. Another desperate, pleading shake of her head gained only the laughter of her captors, and she sank back down to the seat of the unyielding chair, shivering and squirming in protest as the gloved hand roughly brushed its finger along her hymen. Her toes clenched and her body tried to curl itself in some vain defense, but the ropes held her still, and the finger continued undeterred.

Her mind raced for a way to escape this situation, and all she found was the one way that was possible to her; to enjoy the sensations, rather than to fight them. And enjoy them, she began to do. Not only, she figured, would it spare her the pain of the unwanted intrusion, but it may also even intimidate her captors to the point of releasing her.

The plan went into action, the hyena’s breathing beginning to deepen slightly, just as with her masturbatory play beforehand, and her thighs flexed, to better grind herself upon her captor’s finger. Her body trembled and strained at the ropes, now not for escape, for but pleasure, and her tail trembled, rising from between her ankles, to slowly wag. Her captors were quite bemused with the girl’s apparent change of attitude and writhing figure, and began to chuckle. “Well, guess she’s not as pure and righteous and shit as she acts. Look at her, she wants it, the horny bitch!” The gloved hand cupped her white-furred groin more firmly, and the palm of the glove, as well as the pubic fur of her crotch, were both moist with her lust, her head rolling back, and her breathing greedy and shallow, huffing steadily as her body warmed. Fear and hatred were slowly brushed aside as the instinctual, delightful sensations began their pleasant echoes once more throughout her body.

It didn’t take long until the bound hyena-girl was furiously humping against the hand, a powerful sting of pain shooting through her as she worked too hard and ruptured her hymen. A sharp gasp escaped her as she realized what she’d done, but she also knew that she’d better keep up the act, lest they discover her fear and possibly make things worse. Blood and moisture from her loins began to soak the glove, and the hyena’s mind blocked out all other sensations but carnal, primal lust, the grinding and humping becoming more and more intense as she approached her peak of climax. “Damn.. Look at her go.. We’re gonna enjoy this one..” She shivered, a ping of doubt beginning to take hold in her mind of her plan, but it was too far along anyway. The powerful sensations overtook her better sense, and her back powerfully arched as she thrust herself upon the fingers. Her head tossed back sharply, and several deep breaths signaled her silent, captive orgasm, her toes and hands clenched tightly below and behind her.

“Aw. Now she’s all wet and spent..” muttered one of the captors, taking his glove off. He was soaked to the skin, through the glove, and his glove itself was moist and saturated with the helpless hyena’s blood and juices, and he shook his head. “Gotta say, you definitely don’t leave anything out. You’re gonna be fun to play with in the fut..” He’s cut off as a loud pounding echoes through the room, emanating from the door, voices behind shouting, “Come out, or we come in! This is Amberbrook Police!”

Arak lifted her weary head, still huffing deeply, and couldn’t believe her luck. She began once more to struggle against her bondage, but her climax, still ringing slightly through her body, as well as her weariness kept her weak, and hardly able to even move, let along break through the rope that held her. Both captive muttered curses, and she heard footsteps rapidly fading into the distance of the room. She tried to follow them with her blind gaze, but she couldn’t turn her neck far enough. The door eventually burst open, after several loud slams by a battering ram, and she heard a large number of footsteps suddenly surge into the room with her.

“Damn, missed them.. Well, it looks like the girl from the description. Ma’am, are you all right?” Arak slowly nodded her head, still huffing, a small puddle just beneath her groin as she subconsciously rubbed it against the seat of the chair. “Oh, huh.. Looks like they had a little fun. Well, as long as she’s alive.” She felt the tight ropes finally yield, and she leaned forward, stumbling to her feet, and rubbed her wrists tenderly, shivering and dripping lightly as she moved. She sat down on the ground, waiting to recuperate her energy, and after a moment, she felt a hand take her own. Pulled to her feet, she then felt her collar tugged and her tag lifted. “Arak, hmm? You know it was pretty stupid of you to go around without a male. What if it was more than just a simple rape, what if you actually got hurt?” Arak slowly nodded her head, sighing as she received quite a talking-to. Another officer wandered in, she could tell by the footsteps being slightly lighter, and he said, “Sir, we found a large sheet, looks like it’s for a bed.” Arak immediately raised her hand, indicating her ownership, and she promptly received it. Quickly feeling it over, she nodded her head, as the sheet was, by some miracle, still perfectly clean. She quickly folded it in her arms, and tucked it under her left arm, breathing another sigh of relief as her credit card was handed to her as well.

“You’re lucky that laundromat boy reported you alone. We had eyes on you a few minutes after you left, and we still almost got eluded by those two. We got eyes on them too, though, so don’t worry. Next time they even show their face, we’ll get them. Now, are you gonna be a good little girl and go back home?” Arak nodded sheepishly toward the officer’s bluntly-delivered question, and sighed once again. “Good. One of our units will drive you home. Don’t step out again. It’s dangerous out here for women without a man, especially at nighttime.” She felt another hand clasp her free arm, and she followed its lead. She felt the car before her, and stepped inside, taking a seat and leaning back, taking a relaxing breath through her nostrils. Little did the officers know that she had also snagged a little bit of rope from the scene, and hid it within the bedsheet, and they would remain ignorant of the fact as she waved toward the car, which sped off into the darkness of the night.

Travelling back up to her apartment, and punching in the keycode, she slinked in, her bedsheet mercifully clean, but her body itself in dire need of a late-night shower. Placing the sheet upon the mattress, she slunk over to her shower stall, felt around to make sure a towel was available, and started the shower, hot water streaming down from the metallic head above. Her fur and hair soon matted down against her body, and she leaned back and let the soothing heat from the water melt away her concerns and worries about the day. As she rubbed herself down with her hands, and then a soapy washcloth, she breathed slowly and calmly, recalling the terrorizing, yet somehow erotic feel, of the ropes that bound her. Soaping her shapely, athletic legs, as well as her crotch, she remembered about how the cord held her so firmly and helplessly, and that she was so open to anything her captor would have wanted to do to her. She also reflected upon how lucky she actually was, to not only simply be raped, but also for her to be found and rescued before she was sold into an even worse situation.

Abduction was a constant danger for unescorted females, even able-females, due to their lack of sight, as well as a lack of a voice to cry out for help if abducted. They were the perfect prisoners, helpless and silent, and from their lack of a face, a lack of persona could also be felt, as since they lacked faces, they lacked appreciable emotion, and so a possibly squeamish captor could go further with a faceless girl than with someone who could more openly express themselves. Rape was a fairly common crime against independent females, though their genetic makeup made recovery exceedingly easy from even the most brutal of attacks on their sex, and as such, it became reclassified as a far more petty crime, both due to the fact that the woman would easily recover, as well as the fact that sexual liberation became quite the norm in society, partly due to the process that all of the world’s female populace underwent, so the mental damage of rape wasn’t quite as severe, at least in the eyes of the ones making the laws. Women, naturally, had no means to vote on this, lacking a legal voice along with a literal voice.

As women could no longer wear clothing properly, due to their changed bodily makeup, it was perfectly natural for legislation to allow full nudity, at least for the feminine population. Males still needed to at least cover their genitalia, but it was a rule that was rarely enforced and even then, the crime was essentially a twenty-credit fine and a possible joke about size. For males that underwent the process, however, that particular rule was lifted, since it would be cruel to expect a transformed male to wear clothing when their body is as sensitive as a female’s. Transformed males as well as females were expected to keep public displays of affection appropriate, however, and leave particularly rough sexual encounters in the bedroom, or at least out of the public’s view. Cupping or sexually touching a female was fine, as well as a consenting transformed male. Even light bondage, such as arm bondage and leashes, were permitted, provided all of the participants within were willing. Outright sex, however, was weighed upon how messy the scene got, and how well, the two partners performed. Almost a sport in itself, making love was divided from the actual aspect of love, and as such, sex had been relegated to a game, always available to those who wish to partake in it, and made far less offensive.

Indeed, Arak had already begun her recovery, and she chuckled a little, thinking back on when the captor mentioned the rape being her first sexual experience. She reached down, between her legs, and gently slid a finger within her tender loins, feeling the fleshy barrier that had regenerated and regrown. She was definitely no virgin, as her genetic makeup kept regenerating her hymen, and as she shivered in the shower, she wondered whether or not the rope she’d salvaged from her little encounter tonight might prove useful in the future. Perhaps Yasoo might have a few unique ideas on how to use the rope. Her loins moistened again, and not from the water, either, as she imagined herself being gently tugged along, hands bound, along the cityscape, and then scooped into his arm, pressed into a kiss, and then softly caressed, her arms unable, and unwilling, to stop even the most intimate exploring the hyena-boy would do.

Eventually, she’d finished her shower, and she toweled herself off, her head lowering and her cheeks warming with a blush. It would be an experience with rape that gave her an idea for a little more kink in the future, and her tail wagged happily, the girl giggling lightly and silently as she made her bed. She hoped Yasoo would enjoy her idea, and who knows, maybe even the bandmates might enjoy it, though she pondered the difficulty of playing a guitar when your hands are so thoroughly bound. Sitting back down, and then lying down, head resting on her pillow, she ran a finger across her clock to discern the time, and found she still had quite enough time for a quick rest. Deciding to seize the opportunity, she stretched out, her body slightly weary from her little adventure today, and she slowly drifted asleep, a light, playful bondage fantasy carrying her into delightful slumber..