FSE

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WARNING: Trigger warning for rape and graphic violence. You've been warned.

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The noise of an approaching car shattered the silence that surrounded the run-down warehouse - too far outside the city for any street lights or people to be around. The car, a non-descript black sedan, pulled into the weed-strewn parking lot and crawled to the back of the imposing building. The engine died, returning the tense silence of the night to this secluded spot.

The driver stepped out, pulling on a pair of leather gloves as he walked around to the car's boot. The arctic fox smirked at the thought of what was to come. He had spent the past week stalking his targets - getting to know their routine and slowly disrupting their lives to his advantage. He wanted them on-edge, ready to bolt from an unknown threat. That way, it would be so much easier to intercept them. The golden opportunity had been the homecoming dance. A simple call to the school principal (and a jimmied locker when school had let out) was enough to get the daughter of the duo suspended for having alcohol on school grounds (not that the 19 year old would have been allowed it anywhere else). And that meant having her mother collect her during the dance.

And that meant having the two wolves out of their home for a short time, and angry at each other. All the fox had to do was wait at their home until they returned, Taser both of the wolves, apply muzzles and restraints before they could raise the alarm, and bundle them into the boot of his car. An hour's drive later, and here he was, standing in front of the boot.

The two wolves were partially blinded by the flashlight that shone in their eyes when the car boot finally opened. For all their struggling, they could not undo a single leather cuff that bound their wrists and ankles together into a restrictive hog-tie. The muzzles remained firmly in place, muting their calls for help.

The mother wolf was furious, her ears and neck fur standing to attention as she swore to kill the bastard that had kidnapped her daughter. But as she lay there, growling through the muzzle as she tried to squint through the bright light in her face, she could hear the low chuckling of her captor.

"Oh, don't be so angry, Ms. Skoll. After all, you should have tried to hide better if you didn't want me to find you. You've got some powerful enemies, after all"

The fox ruffled the fur on the older wolf's head with his gloved hand - a belittling gesture he hoped would rile her up further. She squirmed away from his touch.

"Well, if you don't want me to comfort you, how about I do it the hard way?"

The fox reached out for the short chains that linked the shackles around the wolf's wrists and dragged her out of the boot - her knees smacking into the hard metal of the car frame as she was unceremoniously lifted out of the sedan. She could hear her daughter's high-pitched cry as the fox carried her mother away from the car, leaving the teenager alone for a while as he walked into the warehouse. Soon, he returned for the young woman, an evil grin on his face.

"Now, little Debbie. Why don't you come inside and we can get the night started?"

The fox reached out and grabbed the teenager by the shoulders, pulling her towards the boot's exit before putting his arms around her torso and lifting her out. The girl tried to scream and wiggle free as she was carried inside - her breasts pushed uncomfortably into the fox's chest as he bear-hugged her along.

Once inside, the fox threw the young wolf to the floor, knocking the wind out of her chest as she landed on the rough concrete floor. He could see tears running down the girl's face already. He looked over to her mother, now strapped down into a chair that was bolted in place - a heavy wooden thing that looked more like an electric chair from an old movie than a comfortable piece of furniture. He looked right into her eyes, as she glared at him with pure hatred in her face.

The fox didn't bother saying anything. He just leaned down over the younger wolf's body - letting his hands rest just above her tail as he knelt down behind her body. He reached under her chin, pulling her head upwards and causing her to curl even further into the hog-tie. He could see she was terrified, her eyes wide and staring at him. Using his other hand, he pulled off her skirt, exposing her underwear. He pulled it down to her bent knees, eased his already stiff shaft out of his pants, and pushed into the tight asshole of the young wolf. Her quiet sobbing turned to painful shouts, her body trying to pull away from him and her anus clamping shut to keep him out. But he was a patient man. He could hear her mother's attempts at threatening him, her futile jerking to break the bonds that kept her from her daughter. It was music to his ears. He bent down low, taking firm hold of the young girl's hips, and pushed himself inside her with all his might as he nipped at her neck.

"Ahh..." he sighed as her tight walls gripped his cock. He thought she was bleeding, the burning warmth of his unwilling victim's insides slowly growing slippery. He began a steady pace - strong thrusts in and out. Soon, he was nuzzling the side of her face, his hands still gripping her hips and forcing her back into his crotch. He enjoyed this, enjoyed the way her painful screams gave way to pitiful sobs. The way her mother was forced to watch it all - the older wolf still struggling to break free of the chair. The way nobody could hear or save this two captives.

All too soon, he was pushed over the edge - thrusting himself balls deep inside the girl as his cock let loose a volley of cum into the tight passage around it. He kissed the girl on the forehead before slowly withdrawing from her ass. A quick cleaning with a handkerchief and he was ready for his next carnal pleasure.

Stepping back over the girl, the fox bent down and pulled her head up off the ground. He then drew a knife from his belt - careful to keep it out of the girl's view - and brought it under her throat. He then turned to her mother and stared at her, his dark eyes unblinking as he pulled the sharp blade across the girl's throat.

The body under his knee bucked and thrashes, but he tightened the grip on her chin and leaned more weight onto her lower-back. He looked down at her, at the growing pool of blood and the warm liquid dripping from the blade he held. Then he wrenched her head further off the ground and brought the knife back into play, bending her neck as far as it would go and cutting through the flesh and muscles, the struggling girl causing it to slip and turn - a jagged tear across her throat. Her muzzled shrieks of pain gave way to a gurgling whisper as her windpipe was carved open - but still she fought to roll away from her murderer.

The fox had had enough of his victim's thrashing and slammed her head down onto the hard ground - stunning her just enough to allow him a few quick cuts. One final wrench was enough to snap her sundered neck, causing her convulsing body to go slack and making it easy to slice through the remaining scraps of skin.

He looked down at the grisly bleeding stump of the girl's neck, her toes and fingers curling and flexing as the final impulses reached them. Then he looked at the head in his hand, the eyes already glassy and the blood dribbling from the roughly cut wound. Blood already covered his gloves, and the rest of his clothing. But that was part of the job. He removed the muzzle, spreading bloody smears among the girl's head fur, before walking over to her mother and dropping the gruesome object into her mother's lap.

Ms. Skoll wept openly, her efforts to escape the chair and rescue her daughter utterly failed. As the heavy weight of her head landed in her lap, she looked up to the ceiling - unable to bear the grief and torture any longer.

"Now, now, Ms. Skoll. Her suffering is over. Besides, it was a quick death really. She only would have suffered for a minute or two.

Now, it's time for me to offer you one final choice. You can tell me where the money is, or I can do far worse things to you - and then you'll tell me where it is. You've got until I get that muzzle off your face to think about it, and then I'll want an answer. Don't bother begging or threatening me; we both know you're not getting out of here unless I release you."

The fox stepped completely behind the seated wolf, knowing how anxious she would be to bite his fingers off. But he had been through this before, and was easily able to release the muzzle without putting his digits at risk.

"You fucking bastard. SHE WAS A KID! WHAT DID SHE DO?!"

"I warned you, Brenda. One last chance, where's the money?"

"It's in a trust for her, you fucking prick! Where else would it be? It's somewhere you'll never be able to touch it. Now rot in hell you-ah!"

Brenda never got to finish her thought - the barrel of a handgun being pushed into her mouth cutting her off before the deafening bang of a gunshot rang out. The bullet easily pushed its way through her palate and sinuses, into the cranium and out the other side. Her eyes bulged out from the force of the hot lead tearing through her head, her hands and feet clenching into the wood of the chair and floor as her entire body went stiff. Slowly, her head fell forward, the gaping hole above her eyebrows leaking blood and grey goo onto her daughter's head as it oozed out of the gaping exit hole. He body slouched down further in the chair, her knees falling apart as the muscles relaxed - causing Debbie's head to tumble down onto the dusty floor. Blood dribbled onto it as it soaked through Brenda's jeans.

The fox pulled off his blood soaked gloves, exposing the bright white fur of his hands once more. He pulled out his cellphone and took pictures of the scene - the beheaded body in a pool of blood, the slouched body tied to a chair with her brains blown out, the glassy-eyed head resting on the industrial floor. Then he forwarded them to his employer with a short note about the existence of a trust in the girl's name, before smashing the phone on the ground and going back to his car.