{"sf1_id":1070403,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Feeding Day: Part 2","author":"Butchers Hook","words":2685,"posted_at":"2016-09-11T20:27:00.000Z","tags":["Deep Throat","Gore","Horror","Knot","M/F","Monster","Rape","Snuff","Supernatural","Throat knotting","asphyxiation","mask","suffocation"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1070403-feeding-day-part-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1070403","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1070403\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"The pale, cracking walls carried\nthe echo of Dimitri's voice. He was calling for her. Sadie stumbled beyond the\nthreshold of a section of the warehouse she hadn't yet seen. Light filtered in\nfrom the fissures in the ceiling above. It bathed the machinery which rose like\nrusted sentinels to the left of her in an eerie bluish glow.\nShe couldn't help but stare up at\nit. Dread ate away at her like a poison. She hurried forward, beneath giant\nchains which hung like century-old cobwebs. Eventually the thick iron wall of\nmachinery was rounded, sending her down a tiny corridor between it and the\nwall.\n\"Luis!\" she cried as she nearly\ntoppled over a rusty valve.\n\"Luis!? Where are you!?\"\nShe hurried through the concrete\narch of a doorway, her feet thudding carelessly upon the rotted flooring. With\nbarely the whisper of a crack and\nseveral raucous 'snaps' she suddenly disappeared\nwithin a great yawning hole.\nSeveral feet below she lie\nunconscious upon unyielding concrete. Rotted wood and years of dust surrounded\nher motionless form. The silence would be short-lived, unfortunately, as she\nwas forced no sooner than a handful of seconds later to come to terms with the\nfact she now lie injured within a deep dark pit with not a soul nearby to come\nto her aid.\nShe looked around, gasping, the\nagony of a shattered tibia rushing to her head with the force of a freight train.\nFor a few, motionless beats, she couldn't even breathe.\nAnd then she screamed.\nElsewhere Milo was shining her\nflashlight out one of the dingy factory windows. Even through the years of grit\nand grime she should have been able to see something. It was as if the whole\nworld had been swallowed up by a black hole.\n\"You think it might've been an\nearthquake?\" Kay spoke up. \"Could be why there's no streetlights.\"\nTrying to find anything her light\nmight touch was turning out to be an impossible feat, so finally she turned\nfrom the windows.\n\"Yeah...\" she conceded, ignoring the\nway the fur on the back of her neck had risen. \nAfter all, what else could it have\nbeen?\n\"I'm getting kinda tired,\" Milo\nchanged the subject, hiding her nervousness. \"We should leave. Maybe find out\nwhat's going on out there.\"\n\"Good idea.\"\nKay took one step and they both\nfroze. An unmistakable sound rang down the corridor. It was a woman's voice,\nshrill with distress.\nThey both looked at each other,\neyes wide and ears upright. No words were necessary; they turned, briskly\nheaded for the sound.\n\"Help!\" Sadie cried into the\ninfinite emptiness, \"Somebody...! Help me!\"\nWithin the dense shadows she could\nbarely see pipes lining the wall to her right. Something strange shined within\nthe wall itself. Numerous, glistening black holes like beady eyes stared back\nat her. \nAttempting to pull herself forward\nwith her arms had her vision tunneling from the agony. Her leg lie twisted\nbeneath her, shattered and oozing.\nHeaving for breath she gazed at\nthe threshold of a long, basement tunnel which yawned before her. A light\nflickered deep within it, far, far too distant for any of its longed-for\nillumination to reach her.\n\"Help!\" she yelled again.\nHer voice echoed over and over\nagain within the tunnel as if mocking her. Still she continued to scream, until\nher head pounded with agony and her throat was raw.\nAt last, a voice issued from\nabove.\n\"Sadie!\"\nShe craned her neck to see the\nfigure looming at the edge of the hole she'd fallen through.\n\"Dimitri!?\" she gasped.\n\"I'm going to find help! Hold on!\"\n\"Please, hurry,\" she whimpered.\nThe vague figure disappeared and\nshe was left once again in the heavy silence. As the adrenaline abated her\nagony only intensified. Softly she began to sob, shakily lying down upon the\ndamp floor. It smelled of sour water and mold; of rot and decay.\nThat's when she heard the\nfootsteps. The soft crackle of bits of stone crunching beneath boot heels. \nShe looked toward the threshold of\nthe basement tunnel. The silhouette of a man stood stark against the distant\nlighting, far too near to have gone unheard for as long as he had. Fear pierced\nher chest and she lurched back, a spike of wrenching agony halting her\nmovements. She gave a pathetic cry.\n\"Who are you!?\" She demanded.\nHe stalked toward her, unhindered.\nThe eerie light streaming in from the ragged hole above played upon the jagged\nfeatures of his mask. She could do nothing but scream in terror as he advanced\nupon her, decisive like a predator upon its prey. He grabbed her by the scruff\nand the back of her shirt, claws sliding from the slats in his gloves to hook\ndeeply into her flesh and tear at her clothing. He wrenched her back into the\ndarkness. Tendrils and swirls of black swallowed them both, briefly silencing\nher screams. Somewhere deeper within the tunnel they continued anew.\nShe'd been taken to a separate\nroom far down the tunnels, a place where they opened up into a sort of\ncontrol-room. Despite her shattered leg the Killer managed to keep her upright,\nleaned against him as he began tearing at her clothing. He ripped her shirt\nopen, peeling her like a Christmas present. Her lacy white bra looked brand\nnew, blending in to her equally pristine fur.\n\"Stop!\" she sobbed, struggling to\nescape. \"Let go of me!\"\nTurning her about he pressed her\nup against a nearby table. She bent at the waist before he jerked her back\nupright, pulling the shredded material of her shirt from her body. Holding her\ntight he reached around and broke the front clasp of her bra with practiced\nease. \nTears soaked her cheeks as she\ntried to fight off his clutches. Mockingly he slid his gloved hands beneath her\nopen bra to grip her breasts. He squeezed them, pinching her nipples between\nhis fingers. She thrashed against him, her body twitching and shaking with\nevery harsh sob which wracked her body.\nReleasing her breasts he grasped\nher hips, claws digging deep into the material of her jeans. As he jerked them\ndown viciously the fabric tore. Getting a good grip on her he hoisted her up\nonto the table. Several old rusted tools clattered to the floor. He flipped\nher, writhing and squirming, onto her back and dragged her up so her head hung\noff the edge.\nBlack tendrils materialized from\nthe shadows to curl about her wrists and ankles, seizing them. \nThe Killer turned, pulling open\nthe drawer of a nearby desk. Sadie fought and thrashed, unable to comprehend\nwhat was holding her down. Terrified eyes fell upon her attacker and she saw\nhim inspecting a rusty pair of pliers. Fear pierced her like a spike through\nthe chest. He turned to look at her, before drawing closer. Her struggles\nbecame more frantic. He seized her by the throat and forced her head back.\nAfter a moment's inspection he\nseemed to decide on something. Setting the pliers aside, he grasped her lower\njaw with his hand.\nShe tried to clamp down, but her\nstrength was meager. His power went beyond anything which should have been\npossible. Sharp teeth dug into his glove, biting into the skin as he wrenched\nher mouth open. Further and further he forced it until her jaw began to ache.\nUntil the ache turned into a screaming agony and it came unhinged with a\nsickening pop. Her body jolted and locked up. The pain had her seeing stars.\nA horrific, animal scream broke\nthrough the room. It took her a moment to realize it was herself she was\nhearing.\nBy this time Milo and Kay arrived\nat the site Dimitri had found Sadie. They shined their flashlights down into\nthe hole, but saw nothing. A blackish smear denoted something which could have\nbeen blood.\n\"M-maybe she decided to try to\nfind her own way up?\" Dimitri suggested, peering over their shoulders.\nThen they heard the screaming,\nechoing loudly from down below.\nDimitri lurched back. He looked\nlike he wanted to bolt.\n\"I'm going to find her,\" Milo\nannounced, turning to do just that.\nKay glanced at Dimitri. The hare\nfidgeted beneath her gaze, eyes wide and glistening. Kay didn't bother saying\nanything as she went after her friend. If the hare wanted to stay put then so\nbe it.\nSoon the screaming stopped.\nOr rather, became too quiet to\nhear.\nBlood dripped in a steady beat\nfrom the top of her muzzle. The once white fur surrounding her face was matted\nand spiked with filthy crimson. Above her loomed her attacker, holding her\nmouth wide with one hand as he used the pliers to tug at a fang within her maw.\nIt came free with a dull 'crack', to\nbe then placed upon the table alongside its twin. Immediately he went in for\nthe next two.\nSadie's eyes were wide and\nglistening with anguish as he worked. Still she cried, from pain or fear, not\neven she knew. With each pull her whole body lurched, but hardly a whimper left\nher. With his thumb halfway down her throat it was difficult to breathe and\nimpossible to scream.\nA couple other teeth were removed\nas well, creating a clear, bloody path to her throat. He lifted her head to\npeer down into her obscenely gaping maw. Apparently liking what he saw, he set\nthe pliers aside to unfasten his belt with a couple sharp tugs.\nNever in Sadie's wildest\nnightmares would she have imagined a scene quite like the one about to unfold\nhere. Even now she was in a daze, unable to see or fathom what was happening\nright in front of her.\nFor the Killer, however, this was\nhardly an unusual scenario. Not when the creature with whom he shared a mind\nwas going into estrus every couple of months. Not when its uncontrollable,\ninsatiable lust bled into him and urged him to 'feed' as well. Both of them were in heat, and he'd been painfully\naroused ever since his first kill.\nHis pants fell low on his hips,\nrevealing more silvery white fur streaked with dark grey markings. Between his\nthighs a hefty, canine sheath lie swollen, the tip of his bright pink cock\npeeking out of the black skin at the top.\nPressing his thumb beneath her\ntongue he made her broken jaw yawn wide as he lined himself up. With one cruel\nshove he forced his cock down her throat.\nThe reaction was instantaneous.\nShe went rigid, eyes wide with shock and horror, then began to thrash. The\ntendrils holding her arms relinquished just long enough for her to reach for\nhim. She clawed helplessly at his stomach before pushing at his hips. Gripping\nthem she strained hard. Nothing she could do would faze him.\nA low, rumbling growl of pleasure\nissued from his chest. He was utterly taken by the exquisite tightness of her\nesophagus. For several moments he just held still, letting her spasming muscles\nmilk his turgid flesh. The sensations made his knot thicken, stretching her\nfurther as she tried desperately to eject it. He rocked his hips, letting the\ngentle swell of his knot pop in and out. All the while the barbs near the tip raked\nthe already tender flesh deep within.\nNever was she allowed the chance\nto breathe. She began to buck hard, desperate for air. He held her neck with\nboth hands as he kept himself buried deep within it. She clutched at his\nwrists, pushing until her grip began to falter.\nHe realized what was happening\nand, not wanting her part to be over so soon, he unsheathed a claw and cut a\nslit at the base of her throat. Carefully he sliced into her larynx, pulling it\nopen. Air rushed in with a wet sucking sound and she arched, eyes wide with\nrenewed horror.\nUnfortunately he had nothing to\nkeep the hole open. Prying it apart with his claws seemed to work for the\nmoment, at least, as he picked up the pace. She struggled to fight him off as\nhis knot swelled until he could no longer tear it free from the tight confines\nof her throat. Shallowly he humped, pulling at her insides, barbs scraping as\nhis knot swelled and stretched her open far beyond what should have been\npossible. Her eyes rolled back. The agony was gut-wrenching for her, but was\nutter bliss for her attacker.\nHe clutched her throat, feeling\nthe bulge of his knot within. He squeezed it, pressing his fingers into the\nrock-hard flesh. With every movement of his hips he could feel it sliding back\nand forth beneath his fingers.\nThat was all it took to tip him\nover the edge. His breath caught, hips jerking as he began sending volley after\nvolley of cum straight into her unwilling stomach.\nHer hands slowly went limp, arms\nsinking down to collide with the table. The Killer didn't notice, too\npreoccupied with his orgasm as it was drawn out by the impossibly tight\nconfines he was buried within. He rested an arm across her chest, panting\nbehind his mask as he leaned over her.\nMeanwhile Milo and Kay managed to\nfind a wide set of stairs descending into the factory. It led them to where\nSadie had fallen, and the only way forward, the very tunnel she'd been taken\ninto.\nDown here the temperature was\nseveral degrees cooler. The air held the sickly sweet tang of moisture and\nmold. One light blinked within this tunnel and none existed beyond it.\nMilo shined her flashlight upon\nthe pipes lining the wall. The further they walked the darker and colder\neverything became.\nBlack ooze clung to the pipes,\ndripping from them in great spider web lines of tar. The two girls drew closer\ntogether to avoid it.\n\"What do you think that is...?\" Kay\nstammered, trying to ease the tension.\n\"I don't know. Oil?\" Milo\nsuggested. \nThe thickening darkness seemed to\nclose in on them just like the eerie silence. It was so, horribly dark down here\nthe shadows were like a tangible thing, brushing up against them in icy wisps.\nMilo detected it first.\nThe horrid, visceral stench of\ndeath hit her like a brick wall, stopping her in her tracks. Kay halted as\nwell, covering her mouth and nose with her hand.\n\"What the hell?\" Milo choked,\ncovering her face with her arm.\nShe backed up a few steps, the\nbeam of her flashlight catching the wall. Before her eyes it seemed to writhe,\nforms which hadn't existed previously jutting out from solid concrete. They\nmade up the wall now; innumerable pale bodies, eyes like empty pits staring\nback at them. Toothless mouths locked in eternal screams.\nTerror gripped them both like an\nicy claw.\nKay bolted first. In her haste to\nfollow, Milo dropped her flashlight. Its bulb died on impact, plunging her in\nutter darkness. She ran after Kay and her fleeing light. A low rumble issued\nfrom the walls around her, shaking the very concrete beneath her feet. A noise\nlike rolling thunder cascaded over her. The scraping of something rough sliding\nagainst concrete and hitting the pipes hard enough to rebound were the last\nthings she'd hear before something caught her by the ankle.\nShe hit the floor face first.\nSomething unseen writhed upon her,\nhissing deeply. It conjured images of giant serpents. Fangs dripping with venom\nand coils wrought with crushing power. Panic had her lunging, but a huge limb\nfell upon her back and knocked the breath from her lungs. She couldn't even\nscream as it hooked its massive talons into her and pulled her down into the\nabyss which had opened up beneath them.\nBy the time Kay noticed her friend\nwasn't with her it was too late. She was stuck at the top of the stairs, too\npetrified to traverse that inky blackness again. All she could do was fall to\nthe floor, sobbing as she cried Milo's name into the uncaring darkness below.\n \n ","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1061819-feeding-day-part-1.json"}