{"sf1_id":13976,"sf2_id":"ebQ4wlw1","title":"Miseries Fosterchild","author":"startycrock","words":3613,"posted_at":"2006-10-03T11:20:00.000Z","tags":["Bondage","Captivity","Character Development","M/F"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/13976-miseries-fosterchild","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ebQ4wlw1","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=13976\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":" Miseries foster child.  \nChapter one.  \nStory by Snudur.  \n  \nNote: This is a first instalment in a new series and the second chapter is  \nbeing worked on as we speak. The tale has been told of this first chapter  \nyet this is version 1.0 and very few editing methods have been used on it.  \nAs always people should be warned. This story involves violence and BDSM  \nconcepts. This story involves subjects that may be offensive to some people.  \nIf you are under eighteen please read something else.  \n  \nAgain this is one of my older stories. If someone out there might be as kind as to comment on the difference between my older stories and the one called \"Tales of Ferin\" I would be very much thankful. I am afraid that I might have worked too diligently on that one and made it boring. So as I say, comments are more then welcome!  \n  \nSnudur.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \nThe men and women, brave enough and talented, to hold the position of  \nfighter pilots have my envy and respect. I often gazed after them with eyes  \nthat dreamt of the past and most of all the future. I liked the way they  \ncarried themselves with pride and the way their uniforms made them appear so  \nbrave and majestic. That was a life I wished for myself and was intent on  \nachieving. The vision of those people brought back my childhood dreams. I  \nremembered myself as a tiny little toddler watching television through the  \neyes of one where dreams where almost realistic enough to be real. I  \nwatched men and women just like the ones I see now with the same envy and  \neven then I said to myself, this is where I want to be.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Eric.  \n  \nIt wasn't the first time he played this fantasy, and not at all the last  \ntime he would. The silky lips of the luscious woman stroking his own, enough  \nof a beckoning force for him to return again and again. His hands roaming  \nover her firm body. Her breasts heaving as they pressed to his chest. This  \nwas heaven, this was his day of.  \n  \nHe had been working pretty hard the past few days and the leisure awaiting  \nhim hard to pass by. He like so many others intoxicated with lust for the  \nnew cyber mate available on the holo vid, or holo video, invention  \nintroduced to the public at the early 23 century. The same time as the war  \nbegan, a war none had imagined, a war which by comparison made the third  \nworld war look as a walk in the park.  \n  \nIt was the same year human kind had encountered the animal people or as  \ncalled today the furs. The war had started like so many others, brought  \nforth by greed, a squabble over something as simple as ore. The valuable  \nquantity was the start to a feud which later evolved into something deeper,  \na struggle driven by racial motivated hatred.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Now, many many years later, the war was at a stand still and light on the  \nhorizon, something unlikely, probably impossible. Neither side could rest  \nnor forget their anger and hate, both keeping the memory of the beginning as  \na blurred image, further confused by the history books. The war was simply  \nto complicated for mere mortals to unleash themselves from its destructive  \ncoils.  \n  \nDrafting had reached him as all others and flight was what he did best, the  \ndream of perhaps piloting a fighter still vivid in his mind as the months  \nflashed by, it was a dream yet one he was determined on making reality. It  \nwas merely a matter of time.  \n  \nHe ran his hands up the firm silky warm layer of her naked thigh as his lips  \ncontinued to embrace hers, the thoughts left his mind, forgotten in the  \nthroes of passion.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nThe dot was a puzzle. The man scratched his head as he pushed his glasses up  \non his nose, his eyes ever alert and fast upon the electronic spot upon the  \nradar consol. It might be a bug in the wires but he wasn't going to pin it  \njust yet, safety always came first, not his own but of the other people he  \nserved with. He put his cup to his lips and savoured the caffeine rush  \ncoursing through his body, even as he put it down on the small work station  \nbefore him. He pivoted his chair. \"Sir. Possible incoming bogies.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A proud looking man with a regal veteran look to his eyes gazed at the  \npassing stars as he replied. He like the other wore a similar uniform much  \nlike the ones used back in the 21 century, old habits died late. \"Ay. I  \nthink it unlikely the empire has gotten ships this deep into terran space.  \nKeep your eyes to it though lieutenant.\"  \n  \n\"I think it might be a glitch sir. The dot is, well how should I explain it,  \nunstable. Blinks in and out.\" The other man replied, his answer distorted  \njust slightly by his relentless sipping of the cup.  \n  \nThe higher ranking man, gazed at him for a moment, lifting his eyebrows in a  \nslightly amused expression as his hands clenched behind his back. He loosed  \na somewhat tired sounding sigh as he arched his back, glaring at the younger  \nman. He didn't blame him for fatigue, they were after all operating on a  \nskeleton crew and the late hours like the one they were getting through  \nright there left them with even more limited resources. The bridge operated  \non simply those two men, but after all, that was enough. \"The furs are known  \nfor their sneaky antics lieutenant. One quite ingenious strategy they employ  \nfits this behaviour the radar is showing. They would then approach the  \nconvoy or ship slowly, turning their cloaks on and of in a random weave,  \nfooling us into believing there was a glitch in our system, cloaking before  \nvisual range and then when it is to late and we have fallen for it, the  \nbeast closes it's claws.\" The last words drawn out in a whisper, awing the  \nnew recruit.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Ay sir I shall keep my mind and my eyes open.\" The younger man replied as  \nhe kept his attention to the screen, eyes glazed with fatigue.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nHe put his fingers to her fiery red hair, the texture stroking against his  \nfingertips. Her hands roamed everywhere on his body as they moved to push  \ncloser to one another, it felt almost real.  \n  \nShe didn't say anything besides a moan here and there. He didn't expect her  \nto say a word, it wasn't like she was capable of saying anything. It seemed  \nso real however and he so wanted to fuck her, she was so beautiful and her  \nbreasts against his chest were driving him mad with lust.  \n  \nThey rolled around in a passionate wrestling match, upon the king size bed.  \nThe pillows had long since fallen to the floor and playful atmosphere seemed  \nto rule, it was amazing how such a virtual character seemed to respond in a  \nrealistic way and how real she looked. He could smell her and he could  \nfondle her. He could hear her and feel her.  \n  \nThis playful game ended with the two of them laying on their sides, hands  \nroaming on the other. He kissed her again, his tongue pushing against hers  \nas his hand came between her legs. She was quite moist and the look in her  \neyes entailed the willingness, her own soft and warm hand stroking at his  \ncrotch.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He pushed against her hand, the sweet pressure driving him to impossible  \nlevels. He moved on top of her. This time there was no coming back from the  \npeak which he had reached.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nBen Richards had known the air force for quite many years now. His career  \nhad started of slow, perhaps by his own fault, being a slow yet efficient  \nthinker. He was by anyone's standard a veteran and his merit not to be  \nquestioned. Learning how to cope with his own disadvantages had later on  \nproved to be one of his strengths. He liked to valuate each situation as  \nthoroughly as time allowed. His motto, one mistake, last mistake. He was  \nindeed valuating this situation and something did not strike him as quite  \nright. He was the first mate and safety for his people came first!  \n  \n\"Sir, uhm who are you routing for?\" The ensign asked, not really comfortable  \nwith striking conversation with the older man, yet game for the try.  \n  \nMichael Simmons wasn't really what you would call the popular type and talk  \ndid not come easy to him. That is the tactics required to win people over,  \nthe art of 'just' talking came easy and some might have stabled him a motor  \nmouth. When he was feeling nervous and insecure, words didn't really come to  \nhim, yet were forced out of habit, a failsafe system which he somehow used  \nto comfort himself, as if the sound of his own voice had a calming effect.  \nThe older man had noticed and sensed it but little did Michael know.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Ben didn't move at all nor make any attempts to reply more then the mutter  \nhe made. He very well heard what his subordinate said, this was merely a  \ntime where idle chit chat had no place. This was also a time where the ships  \nboxing tournament did not belong.  \n  \n\"I think the tyrk is favourable.\" Michael said, blabbering on as he kept  \nstudying the radar signal, referring to John Straub, the ships massive cook.  \nWho knows.. He thought. Maybe the little guy will take it this time. Hope  \nnot though.  \n  \nBen laughed despite himself. \"The little guy!\" He said. The officer had made  \nup his mind, this was to much of a coincidence. This couldn't be a bug he  \ndecided and the right course of action came very clearly to him. He strung  \nhis fingers against each other behind his back and closed his eyes. When he  \nwas going to open his mouth again, disaster struck.  \n  \nThe floor moved under his feet, alive by the force of impact. Michaels cup  \nfound the floor, shattering, bits of porcelain flying everywhere. Both men  \ncould feel their stomachs move as if weightless as the ships nose took a  \nplunge downwards before a massive shockwave coursed through space around  \nthem, it was a direct hit. Vibration lingered for a few seconds before the  \nfrightened voice of the younger man called out. \"Direct hit sir. I'm reading  \na ship behind us, I don't understand where it came from sir, it just popped  \nout of no where!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Calm yourself ensign and scramble the fighters!\" Ben replied. He was  \nlooking reserved as the whole ship vibrated in the aftermath of the  \nexplosion. He hadn't anticipated a strike so quickly and now the ship was  \nprobably severely damaged, but the fighters were hopefully getting ready to  \nlaunch, that is if the fighter bay hadn't been destroyed.  \n  \n\"Scramble on the air sir and all officers alerted to return to the bridge.\"  \nMichael didn't really think that comment made much sense as he voiced it.  \nWith a notify delivered by a missile into the rear had just been received.  \n  \n\"Give me damage report\" The officer shot back.  \n  \nMichael pushed some buttons before replying. \"Main power is at 34% but the  \narmour seems to be holding.\"  \n  \nBoth men gazed on as the alien aggressor came around by their side, readying  \nanother attack, it was fast. Michael was filled with fear and uncertainty,  \nBen was pondering. \"What's the status of the unidentified contact?\" He  \nasked.  \n  \n\"Range is 10.000 miles and closing fast, the dot is holding fast now, it's  \nnot a glitch.\" He replied with dread, his eyes on the closing ship to their  \nside, it was so small and puny somehow. It was a ship belonging to the furs  \nobviously, judging by the black and red paint job and the faint blue hue  \nsurrounding it, the foes new invention, shields.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Ben stroked his chin as he gazed towards the enemy before them. They prove  \nclever, the hairy bastards. He thought. \"They must have come at our backs at  \nfull warp, that's how they surprised us. I must say I admire that ships  \ncaptain, he could have killed himself by doing that, coming out of warp so  \nclose to an obstacle.\" He said. This time both men began to doubt.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nEric was almost to the peaceful point of slumber when the heavy impact  \nroused him in the arms of the red headed woman. He almost fell to the floor  \nas the lights went out and the bed riveted by the heavy vibration. Something  \nserious just happened.  \n  \nHe found himself laying on the floor instead of the comfortable bed. He felt  \nsomething quite new, although a feeling felt before. He felt fear as real as  \nit could be, not the fake sensations he felt on the holo vid. This time he  \nfelt as if he really could be harmed, it had to be an attack.  \n  \nDoing his best to put those feelings aside he put his legs under him and  \nascended to his feet. Ever so slowly he felt his way through the dark to the  \nplace where he felt the door must be. It took him a whole lot of time merely  \nto find it. Running his hands against the wall as he made his way after it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; There was something he had not thought of as he finally found that elusive  \ndoor. The power was out, there was no way for him to open it. \"Open!\" He  \nexclaimed. Nothing happened. The computer was out to, or it's reach of this  \nfloor.  \n  \nHe tried to somehow pry the door open, before he figured out how stupid that  \nwas. There was no way he could open that door by the force of his hands  \nalone, he needed help.  \n  \n  \n  \nNext thing on the agenda was banging on the door and then he tried shouting  \nfor help. It was no use, there was no one close who could help him. This  \npredicament would have to be solved by himself.  \n  \nThere was nothing he could do but sit down now, leaning against the door. He  \ndid the only thing he could and that was to ponder. Would he ever get out of  \nthere? Yes he would, he thought and reprimanded himself for being so  \nchildish. It didn't do for a fully grown man and a soldier at that to be  \nafraid of the dark.  \n  \nHe pressed his ear against the door and listened. He heard nothing. The only  \nsounds that of water dripping here and there, perhaps in the event of broken  \nwater pipes, the water flow broken off.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The door hit him in the back as a second impact threw him onto the floor  \nlike a rag doll. His back aching where the door had hit him and the bones in  \nhis body shuddering as a heavy vibration shook everything, coursing through  \nthe floor beneath him.  \n  \nThe last explosion had been heavy and that did not bode good. The smaller  \nones following and the silence after that terrifying. He wished he could go  \nout there with the other soldiers, to ride into battle in a fighter, that is  \nif this really was an attack.  \n  \nTime flouted before his eyes and he seemed somehow for the first time to  \nreally note it. Eric didn't really like the way he was getting to know it.  \nThe dark so familiar now. He had been there for probably hours now and his  \neyes long adjusted to the dark. The lack of light was like a companion now.  \nHe couldn't even really remember how it was to see lights reflected on  \nsurfaces.  \n  \nHow silly! He thought. He hadn't been there all that long. He was sure it  \nhad been hours but days it was not. Like the dark, fear had become a  \ncompanion. Fear was the dark figure he could not see, lurking in the  \ndarkness. Perhaps it was coming for him from beyond the door he leaned  \nagainst. Maybe the ship had been invaded? Who knew.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The room filled with light coming from behind his back, the sound of an  \nopening door and shuffling feet. He fell backwards and instantly he noticed  \nthe furry legs besides him and then he was gazing up at the figure. It was  \none of the furries, his worst nightmare come alive and now his instincts  \ntook over.  \n  \nThe canine like being didn't know what hit him. All he saw was the human  \nthat appeared by his feet and then the floor was coming to meet him. He felt  \nas if he was sleeping, laying dazed until he blacked out.  \n  \nEric said praise to the goddess of luck as the furry soldier hit his head on  \nthe way down. The figure wasn't going to regain his feet for awhile at  \nleast. Checking his pulls he saw that he was alive. What should he do. He  \nthought. Killing a helpless being was not something he would like to do.  \n  \nHe could hear footfalls of in the distance yet the echo brought back to him  \nwas unusual. Instead of the usual thuds he heard faint clicks followed by  \neach impact, like claws. It couldn't be humans.  \n  \nHe dragged the fur into the room, scavenging the hand gun from it's claws.  \npulling the unconscious alien up into a sitting position he had a cover.  \nJust when he gained his defensive position the aliens were upon him.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The furs tended to torture their captives. Eat them even he had heard.  \nImages of those stories besieged his mind as his position came clear. Then  \none of them talked. \"Give up human.\" Came the voice, clearly male.  \n  \n\"If you shoot you'll kill your friend!\" The human shouted back. His voice  \nshaking from within. The volume fading somewhat in the end.  \n  \nHe heard voices from beyond the edge of the hallway were his enemies were  \nhiding. They seemed to be talking amongst themselves. Hopefully they were  \nconfused and then perhaps he would gain sometime for help to arrive.  \n  \nAs in reply to his thoughts one of them spoke up. \"There is no help coming  \nhuman, no one is going to help you. The ship is ours. Give up and you won't  \nbe harmed.\"  \n  \nHe didn't believe him off course. It had to be a lie. \"Fuck you animal.\" He  \nshouted back. His voice however coming weak instead of the intended strong.  \n  \nNo reply came back. No angry fur coming at him with a gun. No long sleep  \nbehind the corner, yet he knew that it would be coming. He could hear them  \ntalking amongst themselves. They were so close he could hear every word  \nuttered. They must have been using some kind of translator since he could  \nunderstand everything they were saying.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nFor awhile it remained a stand still, then he heard something new. \"What's  \ngoing on here?\" A female voice rang out. The one presumably in charge  \nuttered something back and then there was simple silence.  \n  \n\"Jeez. This has gone far enough. He's just a child!\" The female voice added.  \n  \n\"Yes maybe but he has already killed one of us!\" The other said.  \n  \n\"That's enough commander.\" Those were the last words he heard before  \nsuddenly she stepped around the corner and walked slowly but steadily  \ntowards him.  \n  \nIt was a grim looking vixen. Raven black fur trimmed short, she was  \nrelatively invisible in the slight light of the corridor. The hair upon her  \nhead gleamed red to the bluish illumination. She was wearing something that  \nshook the human out of his mind. She was wearing a skin tight leather suit,  \nover her whole body.  \n  \nHe froze when he saw her. What should he do? Shoot her! The voice in his  \nhead told him, yet his body would not function. It was like she had a spell  \non him. He couldn't move. Something about the look in her eyes fascinated  \nhim and at the same time made him wish he could rather die then face her.  \nThe look terrified him, they were so kind yet so cruel at the same time.  \nThere was something about her that made him want to sigh.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She kept her pace. Walking towards him and gave no hint of stopping. She was  \nprobably coming to kill him he thought, yet he didn't shoot. He kept them  \ngun aimed at her though but he just couldn't bring himself to shoot. There  \nwas just something about her.  \n  \nThe gun was suddenly removed from his hands and his eyes came up from their  \ndazed state. She was gazing down at him, a slight frown upon her face, the  \nunderlying amusement so obvious. He looked up into her eyes. The blue orbs  \nstudied him for awhile. She seemed somehow surprised, perhaps pleased. \"This  \none comes with me!\" The vixen said, loud enough for the others to hear.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n\"Are you going to hurt me?\" He asked. The knot in his stomach was now  \ntravelling to his neck, making an impact on his speech.  \n  \n\"Yes pet, but Later.\" She said. Then for him the dark sleep came and all was  \nover.  \n  \nEnd of chapter one.  \n  \nThis tale is a work of fiction. Copyrighted to 'Snudur'. Any altering of any  \nkind is prohibited. Redistribution is prohibited without the writers  \nconsent. Emails concerning the tale are welcome, whether they be positive or  \nnot. Do write and tell me what you think! All comments and suggestions or  \nrequests are welcome and will be considered, no matter how silly or  \notherwise.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;[[email\u0026nbsp;protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)  \n  \n  \n  \n\n"}