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It had been a good night for Anne. She spent the past few hours of her friday night at her favorite bar with a few friends. It was a good way for the vixen to unwind, after a week's work as a medical doctor. Her fellow patrons and partners had mostly dispersed and left, whilst she remained for a bit longer. Around 9 pm, and a bit more than tipsy, she decided it was a good time to call it a night and leave. Peeking out the window revealed that the streets were dimly lit, not a soul in sight. It'd be scary for almost anybody to walk alone, especially in a dense downtown with many turns and alleys. Anne took her last shot and payed her tab with her credit card, reluctant to carry cash on hand.

The fox stepped onto the cold concrete, checking her phone. She knew she didn't have the cash to pay for a cab, and had walked these streets many times before. With no regrets, she carried herself as best she could with her slowed reaction times. Her apartment was a 20 minute walk away, 30 at the most. Little did she know that there was someone waiting not too far from where she walked. An otter, younger than herself, who beared little self control and an active libido. He wasn't the most popular, terrible social skills. He'd fantasized about it- going out for a midnight shag. He'd finally worked up the nerve to equip himself with a kitchen knife and some duct tape, heading into the night.

Hiding in the shadows, the knife concealed under his shirt and duct tape hanging from his belt loop, he walked the streets in search of prey. He passed a few people who held no interest to him, or looked too dangerous at that. That is, until he stumbled upon Anne. He spotted her striding down the street, obviously drunk. How could it get easier? A pretty, drunk girl who didn't even know he was there. He slipped between the buildings, in a place where he predicted she would end up at. His hands gripped at his knife and tightened around it. Watching her make her way his direction, he waited patiently.

The vixen's senses dulled, she never even noticed as the male approached her from behind. The otter took advantage of this, before she had a chance to. He creeped up behind her with a near silent step, and grasped her mouth with his hand tightly, before pressing his knife to her neck with his other hand. Anne didn't even know what his her, before she was being drug into the shadows, her muffled yelps alerting nobody.

After turning a corner, the deviant lifted the knife from Anne's neck and bashed her in the back of the head with the handle, throwing her into the cold brick wall quickly after. Stunned and unexpecting, the female gasped and tried to catch herself, still managing to scrape herself up on the way down. The otter, convinced at losing no time, unhooked his roll of duct tape and ripped a piece off, covering the broad's mouth with it to ensure nobody would hear her. She struggled and was about to rip it off, before he stuck his blade into her face threateningly. Still drawing no blood, she intended to keep it that way, stopping in fear. "Listen up, you try to escape or scream, you're dead." He said in a fierce tone. He'd planned that line for weeks, and was happy to finally get to use it. Anne simply nodded, looking her captor up and down. "Now hold still if you want to keep your fingers." He continued, using his shoe to expose her arms and place them together. With another strip of duct tape, he taped her wrists together a few times over.

Done with that portion, both participants' hearts pounded in adrenaline. The mustelidae junked the roll of tape, discarding it into the piles of trash that lay scattered about. A 'Zzzzip!' was heard, followed by a flump of clothing as the assaulter undressed himself from the waist down. Shortly after, a fully erect cock sprung into the air- dripping and twitching with need. Two cherries hung under, full of spunk and testosterone. Anne took a glance at the image, mesmerized for a moment, before squeezing her eyes shut in anger. How could this be happening to her? She'd made that walk a hundred times. If only she had been more careful.. Thoughts flowed through her mind, her unidentified partner slicing away at her jeans and shirt, ripping them free from her body. The cold night air chilled her to the bone, causing her to shiver and shake as she struggled with her bound arms to cover herself. Only her undergarments remaining. With pleasure, the otter sliced cleanly between her breasts- her bra falling to the concrete floor. A tear formed in her eye, turning her head away in humiliation. Her rather plump breasts hanging free. "Quite the sight..." The male said, chuckling as she stared upon her near nude body. "Only one last part."

He held his knife tight, ready to use it at any moment. Curious other hand gripping at her panties, tugging at them to drag out her pain. A few moments went by, the rapist taking them to rub and grope at the female's groin. Confident in his abilities, he gripped the edge of her last bit of clothing and with a loud tear, stripped them from her. She mumbled at huffed, only able to wait for what was to come of her. The otter crouched down onto his knees, pushing his tied toy against the wall as he began grinding his cock head onto her genitalia. He panted in pleasure, beginning to float off as he teased himself. The vixen's eyes began welling up tears again, staring at what was in front of her. While the male was distracted, though, she noticed something he did not. He did not bind her legs, to have access to her groin- and one of her legs was conveniently between his. She stared at him with scorn, watching his eggs bounce between his legs as he began sliding himself into her. He had long since dropped the knife, caught up in the intercourse.

Anne was determined to fight back, seeing how she might be able to get the upper hand. Being a doctor, she knew anatomy better than anybody else, but everybody knows the weakest part of a male. She mustered up all of the strength she had in her bruised, drunk body, and liften her knee with as much force as she could. Her kneecap collided audibly with a thud, and without even looking, she knew she struck home. She could feel the rubbery spheres compress under her knee, flattening like pancakes against his pelvis. She held there, the otter liften about a centimeter above the ground by his testes. He didn't know what happened first- he had never felt something like this before in his life. His body went numb on impact, eyes going completely cross. A few very long seconds later, the pain kicked in. Hot, sharp pain shocked through his gut from his plums. He let out a pathetic yelp, turning into a broken scream. The vixen lowered her knee and breathed heavily, watching him fall to the ground in the fetal position. He curled into his small ball, both hands cupping his agonizingly pain-filled gonads. Tears of pain dripped down his face as he gasped.

Seeing this as her opportunity, Anne used her foot to nudge and hold the knife over to herself. She cut her arms free of the duct tape, and quickly removed the coverings of her mouth. She gasped a bit, happy to be able to breath properly again. Glancing over at her fallen foe, she growled and crawled to him. Weak from the pain, he could hardly put up any resistance. She pried his hands from his battered otter makers and grabbed them not-so-softly herself. With a twinge of revenge in her eye, she pressed her thumb down into his left orb as hard as she could. In renewed agony, the otter shrieked out and scratched at her arm in an attempt to dislodge it to no avail. His legs shaked and kicked weakly, vocal cords becoming course from strain. Only seconds later did a soft 'pop' fill the alley, one of the rapist's eggs crumbling under the pressure of the hate-fueled vixen. She scowled and let his half-jellied sack go. Upon rupture, the pain became unbearable, resulting in and unconscious body.

Anne looked around and wiped a tear from her eye, feeling her work was done. Her clothes ruined, she had nothing to wear home. It wasn't far from where she was, so she stripped the fallen body of her assaulter and dressed herself half-heartedly. Scurrying around through the remains of her pants, she took her belongings. On her phone, she dialed for the police, walking away from the scene as quickly as she could. She wouldn't sleep well that night, but at least there'd be one less criminal on the streets.