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Warning : This is a horror story. It should be horrifying, amusing, or arousing. Hopefully all three! Being a huge fan of such things, nothing ruins this kind of tale more than spoilers. For this reason, I've kept the official tags vague to prevent ruining any surprises for anyone else that feels the same and would like to take the adventure without knowing what's coming. For anyone unsure about proceeding blind, I have included all the spoiler-y tags in the first comment at the very end. For those brave souls that do venture forward, I hope you enjoy!

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Disclaimer: This is based on a true story! Names, places, events, and details have been changed to protect the guilty. ;)

Dingo

Lykos Bane

"I know it looks really cruisey out there, mate," the officer said with a thick Aussie drawl. "Know how fast you were going, wolf-fella?"

Ken saw his smirking reflection in the officer's aviator glasses, "It doesn't look like much of anything out there, officer."

"Sir," the dingo put a warning rumble behind his word. If it weren't for the powder blue shirt, black hat and aforementioned sunglasses, the officer would have blended perfectly with the surrounding outback desert, "Turn off the engine."

As if to prove his point, the dingo removed his glasses, hard eyes still upon the lupine. This didn't help as the wolf was able to make out more about the cop. Specifically, how young he looked. To say he was fresh out of high school would be an understatement, let alone the police academy. Even the powder blue uniform looked a size too big, like a kid that got into his father's clothes to play dress up.

Short, dirt-brown fur lined an angular head and long muzzle, not unlike the wolf's own. Darker fur lined the tip of his muzzle and chin, as if he were trying - and failing - to grow a goatee, further making Ken think the kid was too young to be a cop. It was no joke saying he'd be invisible in the surrounding desert.

"You can't be serious," the wolf chuckled, convinced he was being pranked. The dingo's ears perked up, "Aren't you a little young to be a police officer?"

"Sir!" The officer didn't look happy. "You got your license there?"

"Really?" Ken perked his brow.

A quirked brow was the officer's only response.

"You have to be kidding me," the lupine grumbled under his breath and cut the engine before he reached for his wallet.

"Alright sir," that was about all the officer could take apparently. "Out of the car."

That escalated quickly. The lupine froze with his wallet in his paw. Did the officer just tell him to get out of the car? Seemed a bit drastic for speeding and a couple of smart ass quips about the officer's age. Weren't these Aussies supposed to be laid back?

"Now. Sir." The dingo's sudden snarl made the wolf's fur bristle. If the heat of the outback didn't already cause a layer of sweat under his pelt, that sure would have. "I said get out of the car!"

Perhaps speeding was a bigger offense in Australia or there were laws against teasing a police officer. Either this kid was a good actor or Ken was in real trouble. A nightstick hit the door hard enough to make the vehicle rattle and convince the wolf this was no joke.

"Okay okay!" Ken held his paws up for some reason, as if they would defuse the situation.

Officer Brat stepped back from the door. For a brief moment, the lupine considered making a run for it. Could he get the engine started and pull away fast enough? Considering the luck he's had with the old, beat up camper van he bought outside the Victoria airport after he arrived, he highly doubted it. Apparently Officer Puppy could read minds because his paw went for the service revolver on his hip, the look in those dark eyes easy to read.

Make my day.

With a bit of attitude in his movements, the wolf pulled the door handle and pushed the door open with some force. He slipped from the drivers seat, never taking his eyes off the young dingo. Heat radiated from the asphalt of the beaten and worn road. Instantly, flies assaulted the wolf's nose and eyes in search of hydration. Instinctively, he went to brush them away, flashing the ol' Australian Salute.

Officer Kiddo snarled, "Paws up! Keep them there."

Ken immediately obeyed as the cop's paw closed on the handle of his gun, "Okay okay."

The dingo seemed immune to the attacking flies, or they just didn't bother him. The lupine tried to blow at the flies when they landed on his nose or lips, ears flicking overdrive to keep them off. Irritated, he growled and shook his head.

"Don't move!" This time, the officer did pull his gun and aimed it at the wolf, "Freeze."

Ken felt a chill run through him, even in this oven of an environment. There was something seriously wrong with this guy. Fearful the kid might be eager for some action along this lonely stretch of highway, the lupine didn't hesitate to obey. It had been a while since the wolf saw another living soul. Perhaps hours.

"Over there," the officer motioned with the gun toward the back of the vehicle. "Paws on the camper."

Self preservation put a bit of extra speed into the wolf. The side of the camper was so hot it felt like it burnt his paws, but the wolf wasn't going to disobey. Ken kept his palms firmly against the van.

"Good boy," the officer's voice didn't hold that edge anymore. Perhaps he was calming at the wolf's obedience.

One of the dingo's paws grabbed Ken's scruff and gave it a firm warning tug, ensuring the lupine's compliance before it moved down his body. Moving along the wolf's sweaty back, it patted in search of hidden weapons until it reached his rump. It lingered there, right next to his tail base, for an uncomfortable moment before trailing over his hip to his groin.

Officer Junior leaned in close enough for hot breath to exhale over Ken's flicking ear when the pawclosed painfully tight around his crotch, threatening to literally bust his balls. Instinctively, the wolf growled when the lingered even longer than it did on his rump. A snarl in reply from the cop shut him the hell up.

"Good," the officer's voice was calmer when he nuzzled the Ken's ear, increasing the peculiarity of the situation for the American lupine. The paw released him. "Okay," the dingo took a step back, "turn around and face me." As if he needed to say it add it, "Paws up!"

A huge does of adrenaline made Ken's heart race into overdrive. His gut told him this was wrong, internally kicking himself for not attempting to flee when he sat behind the wheel, when things began to get peculiar. It made him feel gullible, which in turn made him feel silly and stupid.

"Officer," the wolf began, slowly turning around, "I really was only joking. You must get that all..."

The hiss of an aerosol spray came to the wolf's ears a second before an intense, searing heat filled his eyes and nostrils, sending his paws to his face and his howls to the sky. Falling to his knees, Ken rubbed hard at his muzzle and eyes, howls dying off into shameless whimpers at the overwhelming pain. Drool, snot and tears mixed at his muzzle tip and dripped to the sizzling high way.

Mace?!

Coughing did nothing to clear the mucus from Ken's nose and throat, fighting to breath before he suffocated on the side of a lonely road in a foreign country. It took every bit of effort to get a single wheezed breath, just in time to inhale the next peppery spray directly down his throat. He fell to the highway in blinding pain, head bounding hard enough on the concrete to send shooting stars through his already blurry vision. The wolf was more concerned with his throat than the wetness soaking his ear, desperate to breathe.

"I said paws up, wolf-fella," the dingo's voice was gruff, but there was some humor behind his words. As if he were having fun. "Now I gotta cuff ya."

Cuff ya.

Ken wasn't stupid. If those cuffs got anywhere near his wrists, that would be it. Half blind and terrified, the wolf's fight or flight instinct kicked in as gravel crunched under the approaching officer's boot. Gun be damned. Yet, another part of him said to go along with it and not make it worse. Even with his throat and eyes were assaulted with pepper spay. Just some misunderstanding, right?

He nuzzled your ear, idiot, Ken had to remind himself. You're gonna have to do this. Go!

Even in this state, Ken could tell the dingo was between him and the open camper door. If he could get behind the wheel, perhaps he could make a mad dash for the next town. There was no telling how far away that was, but it was a better than the alternative. Ignoring the stinging in his head, the lupine rolled to his belly and lept to his feet.

A surprised bark escaped the officer when Ken collided with him, using his shoulder to violently knock the thin dingo to the ground. The collision didn't deter the lupine in the slightest. As he propelled himself through the open door of his cheap camper, the crack of a pistol went off somewhere behind him. In a blind panic, the lupine scrabbled for the door and shut it. Ken rapidly cranked the window up and locked the door.

Twisting the key in the ignition, his heart raced as he listened to the engine, "Come on...Come on..." The engine sputtered then died. Another attempt had the same result. "Please, you piece of shit." The lupine pleaded, pumping the gas and turning the key, but nothing.

When the driver side mirror shattered, Ken slammed his fists against the wheel, anger and frustration welling up in him. The wolf was angry at everyone. His friend for suggesting a trip to Australia to find himself. The airline that flew him to the damn continent. Those god damned bogans who sold him a piece of shit camper to have the adventure of a life time.

"You yanks aren't very good at this!" Another shot rang out, shattering the driver's side window, probably missing him by inches. The dingo's face filled the window as he reached in and grabbed the keys from the ignition. "Nowhere to run."

And angry at this god damned dingo most of all!

Ken's blood boiled over and sent his adrenaline through the roof. The only noise he could muster was so low and primal, it frightened him. This fucking dingo was all of his problems wrapped up into one punchable bag of bones. The lupine's fist didn't care this dirty dingo was an officer of the law as it smashed into his nose. The wolf kicked open the door and pursued his prey, making that same, low snarl as his fist repeated the process and smashed into the the cop's nose again, this time with a satisfying pop. That one must have hurt.

Apparently the dingo wasn't expecting the retaliation nor the snap of his nose when he barked out and went down. Ken never missed a beat. He followed the cop to the ground and pinned the skinnier male to deliver punch after wonderful punch to the squealing officer.

Why aren't you hitting him!? Ken wondered when his body involuntarily locked up rigid. Hit him more!

Paralyzing, unspeakable pain made his body tremble, starting in the legs before blossoming elsewhere. The overwhelming desire to throw another punch wasn't enough to regain control of his twitching arm. Once again, another tingle tickled his side before growing to a mind numbing burn that made him snarl and stand straight as a plank before collapsing to the ground.

Ken could see crystal clear now.

"Fuck, mate!" The dingo sat up, clutching his nose with one paw and a bright yellow taser in the other, a bolt of electricity jumping in its fork. He held his paw out to examine the blood on his fingers, "You broke my nose, wolf-fella!" A look of approval ran over his broken features, even if his muzzle was split in a sneer, "I underestimated you."

Ken's body jumped as the taser pressed firm against his groin, the tingle almost pleasant for a brief moment. At least, that's what the wolf thought before everything went black.

"Eh, maaayte!"

The voice irritated Ken enough to invoke a growl, but he couldn't recall the reason why. And that only annoyed him more. He didn't much care for the fly on his nose either. No matter how many times he shook his head, it always returned. Even more annoying, he couldn't move his hands to swat at it. Lame.

"Maaaay--ate!"

This time the voice had a sing song tone, teasing in a way. Ken growled and made the mistake of opening his eyes. Sunlight stung with the force of a hundred migraines before they could close again. Lunch churned, creating an unsettled brew in his guts. Believe it or not, stomach acid somehow made the taste of mace in his throat and muzzle a bit more bearable, or at least that's what Ken thought as he covered his shirt in a spicy, bitter bile.

"Aww, yuck. But no worries," the dingo laughed, high pitched and forced. There was a psychotic edge to it. Even in his state, it sounded off to the wolf. "We'll have to clean you up though."

Ken hardly registered the sound of a zipper going down before pungent warm fluid soaked into his head fur and ran over his muzzle to drip off his nose. Hazy as his head was, he could tell he was being pissed on, or at least his nose told him so. Everything reeked of ammonia. The fumes burned his nose and eyes as the heavy stream focused in on his lips and chin. Why was he being pissed on?

The lupine attempted to hold his breath. A swift kick to the gut put an end to that and a paw forced the wolf's muzzle wide open. Acrid fluid coated his tongue and made him gag, flowing down his chin to mix with the mess already on his shirt. It took longer than expected, but Ken turned his head and coughed again, trying to expel the abhorrent liquid.

The dingo laughed as the stream died off and shook the remaining drops onto the panting wolf. Ken gave opening his eyes another attempt, once more trying to clear his airways of an obnoxious blockage, this time urine. Drooling openly, the lupine began to piece in his current situation.

The pressure around his wrists told him the psychotic cop was successful in cuffing him, his arms restrained above his head. The cuffs were strung through the open window of the cop car, around the frame of the door. He sat on the hot concrete of the road. It was hard to tell how much time had passed since he blacked out, but the sun was lower in the sky, the heat more intense, sometime late afternoon.

Ken's head spun, the pain both inside and out. His brain felt like it was about to explode, probably onset by dehydration or worse. The spot where he hit his head didn't feel so great either. Something dry and crusty held the fur in odd angles, dried blood perhaps. It was hard to focus, thoughts forming, but not long enough to register.

"Wha...." Ken wheezed and took in a hard breath, then coughed as the pungent odor of ammonia filled everything.

"Back with us, sunshine?"

Why was there a young, half naked dingo standing over him? Why'd everything smell like ammonia? Why was he wet? Why were his paws cuffed?

"Mate?" The dingo started again, "Hey. Stay with me. Took a nasty blow to your noggin there."

Ken's thoughts were a jumble, asking the same questions over and over as he failed to put the puzzle together. Last he remembered, he was driving along.

That's right! He got pulled over. By this dingo, in fact! Driving for hours without seeing another soul and the moment he drifts over the speed limit, he gets pulled over. Funny how life is. Ken felt himself smirk at the thought. Just his luck.

The memory did little to explain his current situation though. Ken tried to pull his paws down again, the need to rub his eyes growing as they burned from whatever he was covered in. Amazingly enough, the attacking flies helped jog his stunned memory. This dingo attacked him. Sprayed him with mace! The memory of the fight came back in hazy detail, including the result.

The tasing!

Ken's head snapped back as he growled up at the leering dingo, "You mother fucker!"

The officer laughed and stepped back as the wolf sent futile kicks at his shins. They missed by a mile, the lupine's motions sloppy and slow. The effort was too much and sent the wolf into another fit of coughs and gags.

"Easy there, cobber," the dingo crouched down near the wolf. "You took a nasty tumble."

Ken was careful when he opened his eyes, having learned his lesson. The world spun, but he kept himself in check. It appeared he wasn't the only one that took a nasty one. The dingo's nose was crooked, making that sneer appear absurd more than anything. A nice shiner had the officer's right eye slightly swollen shut, adding to the humorous image.

The lupine laughed once, head lulling, "Glad I'm not the only one."

"Mmmm," the dog leaned in and pressed the messy nose to the wolf's cheek. "You definitely broke it, mate."

Ken cringed and pulled away. He would hate himself later for not taking that chance to bite the shit out of the dingo's broken nose, but his stunned mind didn't want that disgusting mess touching him. As if he weren't a disgusting mess himself.

Officer Dingo looked into the driver side mirror and grinned, "I kinda like it though. Makes me look tough, don't it?" A strand of snotty blood dripped from the mess, but the dog didn't seem to mind. The mixture of red and green reminded his captive of christmas.

Ken's eyes rolled in his head for a moment before he refocused, holding that memory, "It...makes you look...like you got your ass kicked."

The officer stood with a bit of a chuckle, drawing Ken's attention once again to the fact that the young dingo was not wearing pants, naked from the waist down. It struck the wolf that the other male was incredibly thin, legs devoid of fat which put the lean muscle on further display. The bastard could probably run for miles without breaking a sweat. Even in this heat.

"Would you look at that?" The officer reached down and squeezed his sheath, an inch or two of shaft exposed, "Cleaning you up made a mess of my sheath. I guess its your turn to return the favor and clean me up."

Ken's head lulled back, eyes lidded as he fought off the urge to sleep, but he felt incredibly tired. The flies no longer disturbed him even if his piss covered fur increased their interest. The wolf's head lulled forward as his eyes fluttered, the pressure against the side of his muzzle hardly registered.

"Lick."

There was enough command behind the voice that the dazed wolf obeyed without thought. A strong salty flavor caught his flicking tongue, followed by an agreeable groan from above. Whatever he was doing, someone approved. He gave another lick, further sampling that salty flavor. Soft, thin fur pressed against his chin and nose, replacing the pungent odor of ammonia with a heady, sweaty musk.

Ken opened his eyes and realized he was lapping at the dingo's sheath, just in time to give the tip of the dog's cock a lick. Horrified, he tried to pull back, but a paw closed over the wound under his ear and squeezed. The wolf cried out, muzzle opening wide before it was shoved full, the musky pouch of flesh quite the mouthful.

There had been so many disgusting flavors in the wolf's mouth that day, but none of them seared themselves on his brain as much as the flavor of the dingo's dick. He tried to pull back, only to have that paw tighten, once again making him yelp. Wet, musky balls ground against his chin as his nose was buried in dirty brown pubic fur. It had been a while since this dingo washed judging by the odor overpowering the pungent piss.

Bite him! Ken's stunned mind screamed at him, You're being raped.

A knife appeared in the dingo's other paw, the blade flicking out in a flash. The switchblade looked terrifying, as if the officer knew what the lupine was thinking, "You prick me, I prick you."

Ken registered the words, jaws tense, ready to close. Survival instinct gave him pause. Sure he might bite the dingo, but then what? He'd remain cuffed and face the full brunt of the officer's anger. The only option was to bide his time, wait for an opening. Play along. Slowly, the wolf's jaws eased up, ears folding back. Even if it was being forced, the action was humiliating as hell, giving in to his attacker's whims.

"Good boy," the knife pulled away, its point made. The paw on his head lifted to the top of the cop car as the officer took a better stance.

Ken closed his eyes tight as the dingo's dirty sheath remained on his tongue. Each surge from the shaft filled his muzzle with more of it too. Even stunned as he was, the wolf felt the officer's heartbeat as more cock poured into his maw. Eventually, the dingo's hips moved. Hot, gamy flash rubbed over his lips as the lupine was forced to suck his first cock, handcuffed to a cop car in the middle of nowhere.

"Fuck, mate," the dingo panted, hips picking up the pace as they drive into the wolf's muzzle, "You give a great blowie! You didn't even strike me as a poof."

Ken tried not to hear the words. Unfortunately, the only other sound he could focus on was the slurp of his lips on the dick moving between them. Forcing his head to bounce off the cruiser door with each thrust, the officer continued to assault the lupine. It was too much and the wolf's eyes began to water with his shame. This wasn't the walkabout he expected when he came to this country.

Officer Dickhead's maleness grew to the point it caused Ken to gag as it stabbed into his throat, much to the dog's obvious pleasure. At least, that seemed to be the dingo's focus while continuing to feed the bound lupine more cock. That wasn't Ken's main concern though. That would be on the knot kissing his drooling lips. Even if the wolf couldn't translate all the canine's Australian slang, a knot was universal. The officer was close to getting off.

Ken once more began to struggle and got a growl from the cop as he disrupted the dingo's rhythm. A particularly harsh thrust slammed the wolf's head back and pinned it against the car with enough force to send stars through his vision. The urge to sleep increased, even as his air was blocked fully by a nose full of pubic fur and a throat full of throbbing cock.

"What was that, mate?" The dingo gave another harsh thrust to bash the lupine's head against the car again. "I couldn't hear you."

Somewhat muffled, the lupine still managed a whine, even as his head was bashed a third and forth time in rapid succession. Ken felt his grip on consciousness slipping as he struggled to breathe, panicked by the size of the knot starting to wedge his lips apart. His jaws already ached, so the thought that he might soon have his muzzle locked to the dingo's groin was terrifying.

Ken's arms went slack as his head spun, lips and muzzle opening wide as he began to slip further. There was a warm tickle behind his eyes further urging him towards peaceful slumber. The dingo must have felt a change in the wolf's muzzle as he suddenly pulled out.

"Oh no you don't," the officer grinned down.

The wolf took in a labored breath before he wheezed and coughed it out. He would have slumped to the ground if the cuffs hand't kept him up. Unsure if he was thankful or not that he didn't pass out, Ken finally managed a long, low whine. The pathetic sound only rewarded the sadistic dingo further.

Finding the strength to lift his head, the wolf panted hard, unsure how long he was going to be permitted to do so. The thin dingo stood a few feet away, by the open back door of the police cruiser. A throbbing red cock waved in front of him like a dowsing rod. The thought made him realize just how thirsty he was. Perhaps it could work to find water.

"Someone's gonna drive by," Ken managed, voice hoarse and scratchy.

"It could be days before anyone comes by," the dingo cackled at that, working on something in the backseat. From the sounds of his words, it required some effort. "Don't worry, mate. No one will see."

Ken realized the dingo was right. Other than wild life, the cop was the first living being he saw since the previous evening. Who knows how long he was unconscious and strung to the police cruiser on the side of the road. If anyone came by at the time, they'd have only seen a police officer doing his job handling a criminal. Maybe not anymore, considering the officer's lack of attire, but no one drove by.

"Oh ho!" Officer Whelp had a sudden look of excitement on his face, the whites of his eyes glittering in the bright sun overhead. If he didn't already know better, the wolf would think the dingo looked unhinged. "D'you know what I learned today?"

Ken sighed, trying to shake the ammonia laden piss from his muzzle and nose. With the dingo's sheath no longer suffocating him, everything smelt like cleaning detergent again. The dog really needed to drink apparently. The piss felt thick, like syrup. If it were possible, the wolf probably would void his guts once more, but there was nothing left to bring up. It didn't stop the gagging though.

"I asked you a question, poofter," the officer snarled.

"No!" Ken whimpered. The words felt like sandpaper along his throat, it was so dry.

"Let me show you," the sadistic dog said, once again brandishing his switch blade.

The wolf tensed as the dingo approached, expecting an all new sadistic attack. Ken had no hankering to be taught what the dingo learned today! Pulling ineffectively against the restraints, he turned his head away as if that would save his muzzle from having some other disgusting object shoved into it.

Eyes closed, Ken waited for the blade to prick or slice his flesh, something. Instead, his arms fell uselessly to his side. Blood flowed painfully into them now that they were no longer restrained above his head. The lupine didn't wait and tried to stand, only to find that his legs weren't working that well. The motion made the world blur, as if he had been spinning in circles like a puppy.

Officer Psycho laughed, letting the wolf struggle for a moment before his paws caught him under the arms. For such a thin guy, the dingo lifted the lupine effortlessly, supporting him as he took him around the open back door of the cruiser. Ken panted hard, fearful gaze locked on the cruelly grinning dingo.

A paw on Ken's scruff pulled his attention to the back seat. The wolf's jaw dropped when he saw the naked corpse of a cattle dog laid out in the back seat. A hole sat like a third eye in the canine's head, the blood trickling into his sightless left eye already congealing. Eager flies feasted on the wound with countless more feasting on the mess on the seat and door behind the dead dog's head, indicating a much larger wound on the other side. Bizarrely enough, the corpse sported a hard cock, knot and all.

"Apparently, shooting a bloke in the head makes 'em crack a fat, even after death," the psycho snickered, "Think he's lusting after some angels, mate?"

Empty or not, the wolf turned his head and made sure his guts were cleared out, spewing what was left onto the ground.

"Damn it, wolf-fella!" The dingo sounded annoyed. "I'm into some messed up shit, but you gotta stop with this chunder kink of yours. It's not nice."

Ken panted hard, eyes and muzzle dripping again. What the fuck was going on?! Who was that in the back seat? Something felt dangerously close to snapping in the wolf's head, a mental break he wasn't sure he'd come back from. He watched his paws shake with unexpected tension, enough to make his new nylon bracelets rotate around his wrists.

This guy wasn't going to let him live.

Just hang in there, Ken kept telling himself. Watch for an opening.

"You good, mate?"

Ken brought his gaze up to the sadistic officer, eyes still wide and wet with fearful tears, "Wh...what the..."

"I know, right?" The dingo laughed and shook his head, "I hope my dead body isn't found with a raging hard on. How embarrassing!"

What?

Ken growled, or was at least about to, when he noticed the brown dog sported similar accessories, offwhite bracelets around both wrists. The growl died before it began, exiting the wolf like more of a sigh, "You're...not a cop."

"Took ya long enough," The dingo shook a paw at the wolf to make his cuff dance along his thin wrist. "These are a bit of a giveaway, eh?"

"Oh god..." The lupine held up his paws, like that would suddenly make the dingo stop his attack, "Is that...?" Ken continued to have trouble forming coherent thoughts, fearing those knocks to the head were indeed hard enough to cause a concussion.

The brown dog only nodded once, "And you're being rude." The officer...no...attacker held up the taser again, popping with an electric charge.

The lupine backed away, forgetting the car door behind him, "Rude?"

"Can't just show me what a good cock sucker you are," a tilt in the dingo's head made him look even more vicious. The implication was crystal clear, even in the wolf's concussed head, but the bastard continued anyway, "Show our officer friend how good you are at it."

Impossibly, Ken's throat went even drier than before. He looked between the dingo's barbarous gaze, the flickering of the taser and the dead cop in the back seat. The dog moved closer, closing the distance as his oozing muzzle moved within inches of his own, the scent of blood strong.

The taser came to the wolf's arm, briefly, but long enough to send a jolt through it. Ken barked out as the tremble turned to a burn, searing all the way to the head, but went away just as quick. He managed a growl before it happened again.

"Suck his cock, mate!"

A paw caught the wolf's scruff and roughly pushed him into the backseat. Ken fought the force, but his shins collided painfully with the edge of the seat and sent him sprawling. Both paws landed on the corpses thighs. Oddly, the wolf found himself surprised by how soft the fur was. Judging by the give in the muscles under the soft fur, the dog hadn't been dead for too long. Rigor mortis hadn't set in.

The dingo managed to squeeze his thin form into the back seat enough to hold the taser in view of the wolf, flicking the button dangerously close to his head, "Don't make me say it again. You won't like the headache you wake up with next time. "

Ken knew he couldn't let himself pass out again. There was no telling how he would wake up. Or where. Considering the dead body he leaned over now, the lupine knew the dog was deadly serious too.

Bide your time, wait for an opening. Play along.

The lupine closed his eyes tight and leaned toward the cattle dog's dick, fighting every urge to gag. Inches from his nose, the scent wasn't unlike that of the dingo's earlier, musky and sweaty. This wasn't as fresh though, having dried a while ago. A will to survive Ken never knew he had pushed him to give that first, tentative lick to the dead dog's firm, tapered tip.

"Sexy bitzer, ain't he, mate?"

The dingo sounded impressed as Ken gave another lick, then a third. A paw on the back of his head applied downward pressure. The wolf pushed back against the pressure, but he just didn't have the strength. Bit by bit, the corpses shaft slipped between his lips. The lupine closed his eyes tight and tried to let his mind drift as his nose pressed to the second patch of pubic fur that day. The officer had a slightly larger maleness than the dingo, so the wolf gagged much sooner. Regardless, his lips kissed the swollen knot at the base.

"Fuck," the dingo panted now. "That's fucking hot, mate. I think he likes it. Show him what a great gobber you give."

The paw left his head, allowing the wolf to come back for air. Before he could fully pull off, Ken heard the pop of electricity from the taser, and immediately pushed his nose back down into the officer's lap. The next time, the lupine didn't even hesitate, bobbing his head on the corpses shaft, the flavor not unlike the dingo. Besides how cold the flesh felt anyway.

"God damn you reek, yank," the dingo complained. "We need to fix that."

Ken felt the knife blade against his back. With a whine, he doubled his efforts, desperate to stay alive, especially now that he's gone so far as to blow an actual corpse. The wolf's paw gripped the base, starting to stroke in time to the motion of his muzzle, in an attempt to mimic the performance of every porn star he'd ever seen.

A rough tug on his shirt pulled Ken's muzzle back and off the canine cock, choking the lupine in the process. Fabric tore as the blade cut through it, stopping just short of actually puncturing his flesh. It made simple work of the piss stained shirt before it was ripped from the wolf's body.

Just as rough, Ken was pushed forward, back to all fours over the body. Shocking even himself, he didn't hesitate to sink his muzzle back onto the cock, fearing just about anything the dingo might do to him. There was no reason to, but the wolf closed his lips and flicked his tongue along the officer's length, like he'd actually bring the corpse some type of pleasure with his blow job.

"Now I'm getting jealous, yank," the dingo teased. "My BJ wasn't anywhere near as eager." A paw rubbed over the wolf's ass, the pressure easily felt through his lose fitting pants. "That's alright though. You can make it up to me."

Ken wanted to growl, but he kept his voice in check. If the bastard wanted an eager blow job, the lupine felt compelled to do so. For now though, it was the officer's turn. The bobbing of his head stopped the moment he felt the fingers make short work of the clasp of his pants and pull them down to his knees. The dingo's words had new meaning now that his ass was exposed.

"What the...."

The lupine howled out as the taser pressed against his left rump cheek and held there long enough to send him face first back into the dead dog's lap, ass lifting higher. Muscles twitched as pain rocked his body. When the dingo did it again, Ken managed another whimper, drooling into the cattle dog's crotch as his tongue lulled from his muzzle and eyes rolled.

"I didn't say to stop!"

Ken nearly lost it, but the snarling dingo brought him back to his nightmare. Or maybe it was the alien sensation of fingers lewdly exploring under his tail. The young wolf never had anyone else touch him like that, even his own exploration of it limited. Another pop of the taser made the wolf jump to attention, filling his gullet with dead dog dick without hesitation.

"Ah yeah," the dingo's words conveyed the sneer he held as he examined the wolf's upturned and exposed asshole. "You got quite a freckle, boy. Nice and tight."

The wolf never heard that slang before, but knew immediately what it was in reference too. The fingers continued to poke and prod along one of his most intimate areas, tracing the cleft of his rump down to his taint before they molested his hanging orbs as well. A couple claws even roughly pushed into his sheath for a moment as the dirty brown dog acquainted himself with every private part of Ken's body before they retreated. He took that opportunity to lower his tail. There was no need to look back at the slurping sound that soon followed. The wolf has pleasured himself countless times and knows the sound of a paw stroking a cock.

Ken grunted around the spire in his muzzle as his tail was roughly froced upwards and a weight rested behind and over him. The sharp poke of a tapered canine maleness soon followed, nestling right up against his once untouched asshole. He tensed as the pressure built.

A heat rushed through the wolf, hotter than the sun outside. Muscles retaliated in a fruitless attempt to prevent the dingo and keep the foreign object out, but were powerless against it. Mortified, Ken's eyes screwed shut as his body yielded to the young dingo and the wolf took his first cock.

A searing burn filled the wolf's undertail, followed by the intense need to evacuate his bowels. Tears seeped out of his tightly closed eyes as his humiliation only grew while this young punk of a dingo took something so primal from him, his masculinity. He knew it was the wrong thing to think in that moment considering he was being raped. It was especially hard to ignore when the psychotic dog's knot pressed flush to his tailring.

Ken was being fucked.

The wolf no longer sucked on the still hard cock of the corpse. Why wouldn't the bastard's erection subside? His ears pinned hard to his head as the dingo gave a slow roll of his hips, earning another pained cry from the lupine.

"Oh, mate," the psycho cooed into his ear, hot breath inches from it as the thin dog leaned over his back. "I was right." A sudden thrust made the wolf's back arch and muzzle come up from the corpse's groin with a loud yelp, "You are tight."

Ken's snarl only rewarded him with another, longer thrust from the delinquent dominating him. The last thing the wolf wanted to do was pleasure the dingo any further, but his head bowed and he started crying. Hard.

"Please stop!" Ken sobbed, rocking each time the dingo drove into him again, the unbelievable pain of the intrusion gradually ebbing to a constant but dulled burn. Once tight, he could feel the muscles of his anus giving up their fight even more, no longer trying to prevent the assault. "Don't... do this."

Ken continued his pleas as the dingo's paw pressed down on the back of his head. With no fight left, it was a cinch for the dog to work the wolf's muzzle full of lifeless cock. The lupine was subjected to the most morbid threesome of his young life. Too bad it was also his first. This time, he didn't suck or bob his head, but kept the length in his muzzle, huffing through his nose. Tears flowed freely now, mixing with his drool in the wet pubic fur of the cattle dog. The sickening slurp of the dingo madly rutting him was the only sound, probably for miles around them. The force of each thrust continued to drive his nose into the officer.

The knot at the base of the dingo's maleness threatened to spread the wolf wide when the thrusts intensified. The lupine found the determination to relax, giving up on fighting back, disturbed by his newfound hope that pervert would finish. The knot terrified him, knowing personally just how big the dingo's was too. The sooner the dog tied, the sooner it would be over.

"Arrg!" The dingo snarled in frustration, giving a couple more jack hammer thrusts as if trying to get a reaction from the wolf. "If I wanted a lifeless body, I'd just fuck him again."

Again? Ken somehow felt even more ill, thinking about how he had just sucked the young canine's dirty length.

Dissatisfied, the dingo gave the wolf a rough shove that sent Ken sprawling once again, dislodging the cock within him as he fell over the corpse. Their muzzles came dangerously close to touching as he felt corpse's shaft stab along the valley between his sheath and thigh. The lupine tried to push away, but the dingo's paws were already on him, flipping him over so he lie back against the body now.

The demented dusty dingo's sneer was made even more messed up. The blood from the nostrils was drying into a thick goo and forced him to pant through his muzzle, probably finding it difficult to breath. The thin young male was between the wolf's thighs before Ken could kick at him, if the lupine had even tried.

Lacking any leverage, Ken weakly swatted at the dingo's chest as he remounted the nearly delirious wolf. Wedged between the lupine's legs, the dog pressed the wolf back harder against the dead officer, "Lets try a new angle."

Ken howled out his misery, unobstructed by the corpse's piece, which now poked at his tail base. Target found, the dingo drove in to the wolf's angry red hole, right to the swollen base. This time, there was no savoring as the dog's thin hips became a blur. The new position granted more leverage to the psychopath's assault and took any possible resistance away from the lupine, rendering him powerless against his attacker. Again, the lupine found the will to relax, body instinctively trying to ease his discomfort in hopes the dingo would finish.

"Fuck!" Another dissatisfied growl from the dog, who stopped thrusting once hilted, "I guess we need to give you some incentive."

Ken tried hard to catch his breath during the brief reprieve, panting through the tears and mucus running from every hole in his face. This had to be a nightmare and he was just about to wake up in his camper, in some lonely pull off. The thought brought a bit of hope back to the lupine. Yeah! This kind of thing doesn't happen for real, right? He was just dreaming.

From the chest pocket of his powder blue shirt, or at least the one he stole from the dead officer, the dingo produced a small black aerosol container. Ken realized what it was the moment the sadistic dog sprayed his other paw and the acrid scent of mace filled the tight confines of the cop car. It was close enough to make his eyes water further, as if there weren't enough tears already.

Dropping the mace on the floor, the dingo used the paw to squeeze Ken's muzzle closed. Frantically shaking his head, the wolf's whimpers were muffled and eyes wide as they followed the course of the dog's wet paw. The ferocity at which the dingo drove those wet fingers into Ken's sheath would have been painful enough without the mace, but rubbing the cursed elixer directly over the spong like flesh of his inner holster was beyond sadistic.

This was no nightmare.

Agony unlike anything Ken had felt before flashed through him like a wild fire. Every muscle tensed as his eyes bulged, then rolled back in their sockets. The pain was so great that his attempt at a scream came up silent, jaws held firm by the monster's other paw.

The dingo fared much better, eyes alight with pleasure now, "There we go, mate! Now you're into it." He hissed as his hips began to thrust again, "Fuuuuck."

Two fingers wiggled about in Ken's sheath as they continued to spread the peppery mace. It stung like a billion paper cuts, only in places paper should never be. Or mace for that matter. When one of the dingo's fingers found the tip of his hidden cock, another ripple of agony spread through Ken's loins. There was absolutely no chance of the lupine relaxing now, ass tight and quivering around the insistant thrusts of his rapist. Ken tried to wrench the paw free but couldn't get the strength. Attempts to dislodge the fingers by moving his hips and kicking his legs only delighted the dusty dog.

"I knew you'd come around, mate," the dingo leered into Ken's silently pleading eyes.

When the paw released his muzzle, Ken buried his face in the crook of the cattle dog's neck. It would appear affectionate in any other situation, but now, he just wanted to block out that leering face. The stinging fingers vacated his sheath before the wolf felt his hips held tight by the excited dingo. Paralyzed by the pain, even as the sting of the mace began to subside, the lupine felt himself rocked by every rough drive of the thin dingo's hips. Somewhere in his mind, he knew he was pleasuring the bastard raping him, especially when that plump dick gained a moan from him. All he did was lie there and allowed it to happen.

You should have fought.

You should have tried.

Bitch.

Holding him like a female, the dingo's hips battered Ken's ass with a barrage of staccato like thrusts, erratic and frenzied. Finally, the dog pushed in just short of tying, knot spreading the wolf to his limit. Going completely motionless, a high pitched chortle escaped the dingo's muzzle as his body trembled.

A sensation of heat flooded the wolf and made him blush despite his current condition. The pain of the mace and taser, the knocks to the head, the torture, none of it compared to what he felt the moment the dingo unloaded the contents of his balls into him. That insurmountable humiliation was beyond painful.

The dingo held tight for a long moment, and Ken didn't move a muscle. The knot that kept him spread made sure the wolf could feel every pump of the other male's cock as scalding seed sprayed into him. It felt like a substantial amount too. Eventually, the brown canine sighed and relaxed, a goofy grin on his panting muzzle.

When the dingo pulled from Ken, the empty sensation that followed proved to the young wolf just how much the dog had changed him. Wet heat soaked into the sensitive underside of the his tail base, unsure if it was semen or blood and the wolf wasn't sure he wanted to know. The lupine didn't want to further satisfy his attacker either, but he couldn't stop the sudden flow of tears, sobbing. A gently rubbing paw along his chest provided a strange bit of comfort. Maybe it was because every other part of him was in such intense pain.

"Ah yeah," the dingo rest his spent cock over the wolf's sheath. "Definitely a prize winning clacker, mate. Nice and tight...when it wants to be."

A dark paw dipped down to grope the lupine's limp sheath, giving it a squeeze. Fear of another mace laden handjob made Ken whine anew. He wanted to pull away, but was terrified of the retaliation he might receive. He...knew better. In fact, his legs spread for the dingo.

Just let him get it over with, Ken told himself. You must want it.

Yeah! That could be the only reason he let this happen. He wanted all of it!

"It was hard not to tie," the sadistic dog continued to tease and gave the wolf's sheath one final pat before he scoot out of the car. "That wouldn't be polite to the officer there though, would it? Totally unfair to make him wait until my knot shrank."

It was a confusing statement to the dazed wolf, but only for a moment as the realization hit like a mallet. Ken turned his head to look at the cattle dog he lie upon, no longer disturbed by the corpse. Unsteadily, the wolf worked himself to the other side of the seat, mindlessly going for the open door. He couldn't possibly be serious...

The dirt brown dingo snarled as he blocked the wolf's feeble attempt to escape, "Don't keep him waiting, mate."

This time, there was no threat from the knife or taser. This time, it was cold hard steel that pressed to the wolf's forehead. The click of the hammer made the wolf shudder.

"Please," Ken felt like he reached his breaking point. "Please...I'll...do anything..."

"Like I said," the gun pressed harder to his head. "Don't keep him waiting."

Ken glanced back, "Anything but that!"

The butt of the gun bounced off the wolf's head, the pistolwhip sending the stars a shootin' anew. He fell back onto the corpse, noticing the dog wasn't as warm anymore. The fur held some of the sun's heat, but the body underneath was cold, growing as hard as the cock jutting up from the dead dog's sheath.

As the wolf's head twirled and he struggled to work himself to all fours, Ken considered letting the dingo end it. Whatever opening he hoped for wasn't going to happen in time. After going through so much degrading humiliation, Ken wasn't sure if he even wanted to live anymore. If he did, would he still be the same? Perhaps that wolf was already dead, killed sometime between being pissed on and getting filled with dingo cum.

A crack and echoing boom of a gunshot made the choice much simpler for the wolf. One warning was enough. The lupine knew his suffering wouldn't end with a bullet to the back of the head if he refused. His suffering would be untold. There could still be a chance to get out of this if he continued biding his time. What was one more degradation?

Without further delay, Ken crawled over the corpse to straddle the cattle dog's hips. Regardless of this new resolve, a sickened shudder went through the wolf as he reached back and found the officer's rigid cock cold to the touch. Closing his eyes tight, the lupine didn't allow himself to devolve into a sobbing pile of puppy as he sat back. Despite the pounding he just took, penetration made him moan again, the wolf taking that lifeless dick to the hilt like a pro.

You can do it.

"Nice, mate!" the dingo approved.

Why that made Ken's tail wag is anyone's guess. The wolf sure didn't care as he bounced in the officer's lap. He clenched his teeth, fighting back further moans as he appeared to pleasure himself on a corpse to the twisted thrill of his audience. A quick glance over his shoulder showed the dingo staring, a dusty brow perking the moment the lupine's tail flicked upwards to provide a better view of the cock spreading him wide.

He's into it, Ken realized. Keep his attention. Make it good...

The lupine tried to ignore the abhorrent act he performed for the young dingo. Instead, Ken's mind went into overdrive as he saw his opportunity to get the upper hand approaching. Focusing entirely on the distraction, Ken added little flourishes to his display; sways of his hips or moans of pleasure as his rump bounced off the officer's lap. Another glance over his shoulder found the dingo's gaze locked on his rump, following its movement.

Almost time...

In a shameless display, Ken flagged his tail and showed how much of the corpse's dick he could take. Lifting until just the tip was left in his burning tailring, the wolf ignored the pain and pushed back into the cattle dog's lap with a believable moan. This got a reaction from the dingo too, an approving growl coming from him.

Just...one...more...

Ken knew he had to strike in a single, unexpected attack. There was no way to plan it beyond that. Not in his hazy brain anyway. The only thing that was obvious was he needed to get out of the back seat and take the dingo out. Ignoring the pain, Ken pushed back into the corpses lap, swaying his hips to give the full, distracting show.

Now!

Dingo cum was pretty slick apparently. So slick, in fact, the poor wolf didn't realize the corpses knot tied until his attempt to pull up. When the officer's hips followed the lupine's rump, Ken felt a thrill run through him initially thinking a miracle occurred and life returned to the cattle dog. It took another attempt for the wolf realize the corpse's thick base was firmly locked behind his numb and ruined ring. Panic hit the wolf as he trapped himself, the cattle dog's length not moving an inch now.

No!

"Ho ho," the dingo was totally amused when he saw the wolf struggle and whine, laughing, "Ya tied yourself, wolf-fella?!"

Ken clenched his jaws and growled, trying to dislodge from the cattle dog, unable to pull away or gain any leverage to push off. There was no give, the lupine's muscles closed tight and tense, a reaction to having such a cold object wedged within him maybe. It felt like the once spongy knot was now solid as a rock.

"Well," the dingo finally spoke, "this was fun Kenneth Brown, 1494 Skywood Ct. Oooh," an impressed whistle, "San Diego, eh? I've always wanted to visit California."

Ken felt his fur bristle out when the psycho called him by his full name, and included his address. The wolf realized the dingo had access to his wallet the whole time, obviously taking his identification. Proving him right, the wallet landed on top of a tattered and bloody police uniform in the front seat, once worn by the cattle dog before crossing paths with the deviant dingo.

"I believe its time for me to hit the road, mate," the dingo reached in and patted the wolf's rump.

Ken snarled and reached for the dingo, but the dog was too fast, "Don't fucking touch me." The wolf started to hyperventilate.

"Awww," the dingo pouted. "And here I thought we bonded, mate!" A chuckle followed, "Here. Try this."

The revolver bounced off the corpses chest and fell to the floor. Ken's ears perked and he scrabbled for it! By the time he had the weapon, the dingo stood with his paws rested on the hood of the police car, sneering in at the lupine. There was no hesitation in the wolf as he aimed the gun and blindly pulled the trigger.

The gun clicked, empty. Out of ammo. Ken felt that last shred of hope stolen away, further withering his grip on sanity he so desperately grasped for. He wailed, gun falling useless from his paw, "Why haven't you killed me yet!?"

"Awww, mate!" The kid smirked and shook his head, "That's so American. I never intended to do that. I just wanted to have a little fun."

With a wave, the dog walked away without a stitch of clothing on and disappeared into the camper. A moment later, the lupine's ears splayed when he heard its engine attempt to start. His attacker was getting away with his only means of escape. Ken tried to get off the officers lap, but it was hopeless, the knot firmly wedged in him. From his own experiences, a knot would stay tied with a female for a good 15 minutes. Those were living functioning ones with blood pumping through them. Not...rigor mortis. Considering the body had been hard for a good couple hours by this point, the wolf didn't think the situation would change much.

Ken whined in frustration when the camper pulled away, unable to disengage with the beast within him. The corpse wiggled with each attempt, as if trying to prevent the wolf's escape as well. Clenching his teeth, the lupine gave a final effort and pushing with his bowels. It was no use. The pain was incredible, but the orb remained lodged in its new home.

The camper sped off a short distance, maybe quarter mile up the endless road, before it turned off and drove aimlessly into the bush. The plume of dirt and smoke behind the vehicle created enough of a trail for the wolf to follow its progress with his eyes, but that soon disappeared. Ken was finally alone.

Something snapped. A dull numbness filled the beaten and battered wolf's head. No longer frustrated, humiliated or angry, Ken howled. His laughter probably echoed for miles in the vast emptiness around him. He carried on like that until the heat, exhaustion or the concussion caught up with him. Probably all three.

Ken fell into a sweat, peaceful oblivion, head resting on the cattle dog's motionless chest like a lover post coitus.

Officer Cole pulled up behind the dark police cruiser. Red and blue emergency lights cast enough light to show movement in the backseat as a wolf sat up within the car. Officer Barclay was no where to be seen. It had been since just after noon that he last checked in with dispatch. They had been looking for him when he failed to check in a couple hours ago. The lupine shaped head turned to look out the back window, ears perked and eyes wide. Was he laughing?

The kangaroo pulled out his radio and pressed the button, "Claire, this is Lee. I've found Jeff's cruiser."

"Ten four, Officer." A female voice replied.

"I'm about 15 clicks out of town," the kangaroo continued.

"Backup incoming," the reply continued. "Officer Davies is about four minutes out."

"Thank you Claire," Officer Cole responded. "I'm going to investigate. There appears to be someone in the backseat."

The kangaroo put the radio down and opened his door. The other cruiser began to shake as the occupant grew excited by his presence. Being cautious, the officer withdrew his gun, going a step further and flicking the safety. His heart raced as he approached the car. Something was definitely not right here.

As he got closer, the wolf in the back began to howl with laughter, a paw hitting the top of the cop car. Whatever was going on, it appeared Jeff found himself a psychopath. It wasn't unheard of, but rare out in the middle of nowhere. And usually not wolves.

Officer Cole stepped around the car and aimed his gun through the back window, glancing at the front seat. No Officer Barclay. He looked back at the crazed lupine. Where was his shirt? The whole thing was strange. The wolf continued to howl and thrash about in back.

"Freeze!"

The kangaroo remained steady, breath slow and controlled to handle his rising adrenaline. The peculiar wolf looked around wildly, bared teeth as white as his eyes. The officer reached out and grabbed the door handle, never taking his eyes or the gun off the lupine.

"Don't move!" Officer Cole's voice was firm. The wolf ignored the order and never stopped with the weird struggle, as if he were stuck. What was wrong with him?

Officer Cole knew the moment he opened the door and Officer Jeff Barclay's head lulled back, dead gaze staring aimlessly through him. A grey, goopy substance oozed from the hole in the back of his head and plopped on the ground. Disrupted flies buzzed in all directions before zeroing in on the corpse and its many treats once more. The kangaroo didn't know what to feel as he stared in shock at his friend and the naked wolf wiggling frantically in his lap.

Were they...tied?

Unfortunately, he didn't get the chance to decide. Instinct kicked in when he saw the wolf brandishing a gun. Officer Cole never had to fire his gun outside of the shooting range.

There was a first time for everything.

The camper flew by at such a rate of speed the officer didn't need to use a radar to know it was going above the speed limit. It was one of those winnebagos type vehicles bogans drove and foreigners bought off bogans when they arrived in Australia. Flipping on his lights, the officer grinned as he gave pursuit. There wasn't much excitement out in the middle of nowhere.

This should be fun.

It seemed like the camper thought the same and sped up. Bogan or foreign, the driver was an idiot thinking that piece of shit camper could get away. The officer was more than happy to match speed and pursued, heart beating heard when the crime changed from a simple speeding ticket to evading the police. This was going to be a great story to tell the blokes at the boozer later.

Finally, the camper drifted to the side of the road and came to a stop. The cruiser did the same, much to the officer's delight. The dingo got out of the squad car, leaving his lights flashing as he approached the idling camper. A paw went to his gun. Cautiously, he approached the drivers side of the car, ready for anything.

"Sorry mate," a thick Australian accent eased the officer's worries as he saw the driver was also a dingo and not a foreigner. "I didn't see you out there."

After what happened outside of Lajamanu with that American wolf recently, the officer couldn't be too careful. Even then, the black and tan wondered if everything he heard was true. He knew the whole fucked-up story about the psycho tourist, totally capable of cold blooded murder, but necrophilia? The officer wished the kangaroo had killed the pervert instead of incapacitating him. Creatures like that don't belong in the world.

Something like that would never happen this far west.

"Do you know how fast you were going?" The officer relaxed some, taking his hand off his gun. "Please exit the vehicle."

"I do, dingo-fella. I know," the dirt brown dog's smile was disarmingly friendly, even with that broke nose. The dingo opened the door of the camper. "Really cruisey out there, mate."