Meet Me in My Basement (Patreon Extreme)
What was the most unassuming houses often held the deepest, darkest secrets. From the road there was nothing that would have distinguished this particular household from any other on the block. What might have been considered odd was that the basement doors near the backyard were wide open. Double steel panels lead down a flight of concrete steps to the house's basement. It was in this lived in space that some extremely devious things were happening.
The Tennamon's basement was furnished with carpeting and drywall. It was down here that the washer and dryer were also kept, alongside the water heater and furnace. While one part of the basement was a bedroom, the rest of it was a living room complete with a TV, sofa, and even a pool table. It was from this place that there came the sound of rhythmic smacking and gentle whimpers of pain.
Abigail Tennamon was just starting in the sixth grade, yet this particular treatment had been going on for a year. She was a thin mouse girl, not too distinguishable from her classmates, though she was further on the popular side. Boys would often give her plenty of attention at recess and during holiday functions. Though no amount of attention could possibly compare to what daddy and his friends gave her on weekends.
The mouse girl's arms were tied behind her back and the same kind of rope was wound around her body. Intricate shapes and symmetrical knots were fashioned to the point that against her chest, a pentagram was fashioned there. Ropes tied ankles to steel loops that were embedded in the floor, permanently keeping her legs splayed. Her neck was locked in a thick wooden stock, forcing her to be bent over. A wooden horse supported her belly and sternum so she might not choke to death in the vice. Though she desperately wished that she would.
Tears had been streaming down her face, but now they had dried to a crust that stuck in her fur. Since she had been in this position for at least two hours, her eyes had gone dry. She still sniffled though, and every once in a while she would sob. Whimpers and wails of pain were common.
Over top of her there was a male, who's body was gyrating against her backside. Abigail was fully naked, there was not the slightest bit of clothing to protect any part of her body from the leering eyes of the many males and hermaphrodites she had encountered so far. Dried cum painted her cute backside and made the fur around the base of her tail stick together. A ball gag was fit into her mouth to keep her from speaking, otherwise there would have been no way to shut her up.
The male that was moving was older, perhaps in his early forties. Just the front of his jeans were open and his cock had flopped free, as rigid as a steel beam. He was feeding it into her adolescent cunt, pumping away at a pace that had pain throbbing through her genitals. She hung limp for the most part, she no longer fought, as the will to do so had vanished. She didn't care how long they took, if she were to be raped by twenty men or five, it all hurt in the same.
The older man gave a rough grunt and began to buck harder. Abigail's body was jostling hard, the stock giving a noticeable rattle from every impact. His shaft was an impressive size, above average and he knew how to use it. A bear by species, he had his large paws wrapped around her waist and was pulling himself onto her body. He was panting and looking down at her with half lidded, lust filled eyes. Cum dripped out of her pussy and either filled the growing pool between her legs or rolled down the inside of her thigh. So much of it had been spilled by seven other men so far.
The nameless bear drew his paw back and gave her ass a hard smack, making her scream and yank at her restraints. "Hey! Knock it off!" a voice roared from the back of the room, making the humping man glance at the voice's owner and offer an apologetic smirk.
"Sorry!" he laughed and then turned back, redoubling his effort to cum inside of her. The man that had called out was Abigail's step father, Lucas. He was somewhat average looking as well, he wasn't fit but he certainly wasn't out of shape. It was easy to see the lack of blood relation, being that he was a puma.
He was sitting back in a nice, comfortable chair as he watched his step-daughter get fucked. He loved watching her get used like the little slut that she was. If there ever came a lull in traffic he would sometimes take her up and fuck one of her holes. No sense in letting the customers have all the fun.
There came footsteps down the stairs from the double doors, making Lucas turn his gaze for the entrance. A shadow came over the doorway and out stepped a rather beautiful looking leopardess. She was tall and statuesque. Her blond hair fell down and stopped right at her shoulders, her friendly, green eyes turned to the lounging cat and gave a friendly wave. In her right hand was a leash that was attached to something that had yet to be seen, though it was quick to follow its mistress. Burly and wearing a spiked collar, a feral pitbull followed the feline down and stayed right by her side, the tag that dangled at his throat read "Bruce"
"Hello, Shiva," the puma said happily and stood up from his spot. From the man's fingers a lit cigar had been smoldering. He now brought it to his lips a took a brief puff before letting the smoke roll from his maw. "I'm glad to see you made it."
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