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"You said a female fox, right? Browny-orange fur, voluptuous, a little over 5 feet tall, very fuckable body?"

Stretched upon his back, half of his tail flopped from underneath the casual trackpants as he lazed. Erebus nodded to Pinefoot, his hair folding against the sturdy mattress.

"I saw someone like that yesterday when I went for a drive. You smashed her face a few times, right?"

Another noncommittal nod.

"The short-ish vixen I saw had a bit of a disfigured muzzle, like it was permanently slightly tilted. When I passed her, she was chatting up this buff tiger, right? Attempting a seductive manner and all that, but he just shook his head and walked off. And I'm pretty sure it was the girl you got because she stepped back to that brick wall with a limp."

"Your description does sound like her, but it's only been two weeks. That slut was practically comatose when I abandoned her; bleeding cum, glazed eyes, fair chance of a dislocated jaw, would need a month before feeling returns to her legs." His voice seemed to relay no emotion, but carried the implications sufficiently. "You know my capabilities, Pine, I destroyed her; I would think she was still in hospital at this point, or at least recovering in isolation rather than going for more work."

Erebus, resting upon the double bed within his friend's apartment, shifted his head slightly to look the other cat in the eye. The room had been warming up throughout the day, light evening sun sifting past the drifty blinds; the doona's lower hem lit up by a small crack between the fabric across the open window. Pinefoot was slumped in the doorway entrance, his singlet barely hiding defined biceps as he leant against the frame, feet aching slightly after standing for a couple of hours while the men talked, having agreed to remain in the flat's relative quiet solitude and freely discuss whatever they had on mind rather than compete with the confined raucous of a bar.

"Go get her, Pine. One incident was apparently insufficient in educating her."

"You going to rape her again?"

"Yes."

Pinefoot grinned, the prospect of observing a repeat of the vicious yet desirable scenario Erebus had recounted for him as their conversation delved into personal experiences around an hour ago, neither cat afraid to chronicle their primal secrets to the other. Mutual interests had been past acknowledged, hence it was no surprise for the standing cat's obvious arousal beneath his clothing to catch Erebus' eye as a description of the chosen vixen's brutally damaging night eagerly escaped his muzzle. Nudging himself off the door frame, Pine disappeared from sight as he took a quick step backwards, spinning as he approached the stairwell to the ground, a glimpse of his waiting car on the road finding his sight. The clicks and double beep of the vehicle unlocking almost drowned out the remaining cat's voice, calling for him to meet in the alley beside their building.

Some minutes after departing his own apartment, leaving the other destructive feline at his own will, Pine had carelessly driven through the city to reach the common corner. The comforting evening sun cast shadows upon the walls of the larger buildings surrounding the network of alleyways between blocks of urbanised land, enough shady paths being created for the city's police force to struggle in their pitiful crackdown attempt on textbook underworld activities. The male wasn't complaining, however, as his car slowed beside the line of skimpy women, quickly scanning across the plentiful fake flesh plastered onto the various bodies against the wall until several metres down the lane, an affected vixen's head flicked towards the approaching vehicle, instantly assessing the man inside.

For the fox, the last two weeks had been purely awful; her being in its entirety had been wracked with a dull agony in each waking moment from being roused hours after the sun rose the following morning, to the several nights spent drowsily blinded by the dreary whiteness of hospital walls, to her compulsory return to work, hours spent compressing her chest fur while shaking away bugs of the night going to waste as she stood around, only attracting a small percentage of her usual number of clients, being often turned down despite her eye-catching assets. Each rev of an engine as a vehicle crawled around the corner, the men driving looking to pick up a toy for the night, momentarily swamped her with fear, muscles involuntarily tensing as part of the fight or flight response which had been her instinctive reaction to all interactions. The same occurred as Pinefoot's Lotus slightly scraped the curb, the stylish car braking alongside the ladies blatantly ignoring a sign further down the wall which read HAWKING AND CANVASSING NOT PERMITTED.

"Fox! C'mere. We're going to my apartment," Pinefoot called out to her, subtly ogling the vivacious curves and a slim stomach overhung by large breasts topped with nipples barely covered by the common lingerie shamelessly paraded in public. Evening light reflecting off her glossy teeth lured his gaze up to her face, a grin plastered across her minutely-askew muzzle as she approached the car, gleefully returning the eye contact with her imminent client. The clicking of her miniature high heels echoed between the walls lining the prostitute drive, contrasting the light rumbling of the cat's idle vehicle as he sat upon the comforting leather seat, warmth of the natural sunset haze relaxing him while a light draft through the large artificial corridor between buildings ruffled the fox's fur and threatened to flick up the mini denim shorts she had taken to wearing, the few centimetres of additional cover allowing relative comfort.

Innocently observing the slight limp forcing an inequality in her strut as she traversed the car hood, Pine's imaginative faculty conjured theoretical visions of that attractive silhouette roped with streams of blood and other fluids, her pathetic muzzle roughly grazed and patches of fur torn from her face, creating a depiction akin to an abstract figure drawing. Imagining that plump ass splayed upon the ground, having been forced unnaturally wide by the fierce cock he had experienced first-hand, the cat grinned at the thought of the situation reoccurring in his presence. Mistaking the grin for imminent pleasure, the fox allowed herself into the car, said ass descending into the leather before the door shut beside her. Taking in the form of the male driver, she settled into the seat, subtly wincing as her mere shifting in the seat caused quick pain to flash through her, the damaged tailhole in her lower body still marginally sensitive to any kind of spreading; she had been forced to refuse the regulars who preferred the relative tightness of her ass, since even walking could cause her agony. Ignoring the instant twitching in his crotch, Pinefoot departed the lane, prostitute at his side, the disappearing sunlight glinting off the curved metal panels of his car.

The Lotus' familiar revs echoed between dull city buildings, catching Erebus' attention from a few blocks away as the cat stood, planning the next step in his act of changing the vixen, the unstable emotions of his affected mind formulating a need to get his point across, no matter how much abuse and trauma he took satisfaction in forcing his victim through. Uncrossing strong arms from his intimidating bare chest, having removed half of his clothing before descending into the narrow shadowed alley tucked away between generic urban apartment blocks, combinations of political views and accompanying abuse flicked through his mind, each idea being a consideration; the slideshow of opportunities, however, was interrupted by a silver-grey vehicle rounding the corner, hurriedly passing the obvious expected destination, stairs up to the decent apartment dropping out of sight as the car turned.

After riding in comfort for several minutes, the fox had gathered herself, a little shake of her body allowing her to clear her mind in order to provide the service for which she was paid; after all, this was her occupation, and income, therefore her livelihood depended upon her expertise. Conversely, Pine had become noticeably tense as the two approached his now-vacant apartment; the cat's minor fidgeting brought concern to the passenger's mind, the source of his anxiety unbeknownst to her as they passed each indistinctive urban block. The car decelerated slightly as the corner quickly came under the wheels, the driver taking this cue to swiftly flick the door locks and spin the steering wheel, the vehicle's nose now pointing directly into the darkness, lacking desirable warmth.

Already uneasy in the unusual scenario she had found herself literally driven into, an echoing click of the door locking beside her forced a flinch, followed by the fur-tipped ears atop her head drooping in indeterminable dread. Her lithe hands, unsure of the proper action to take, rose to her chest, protectively resting upon the impressive breasts lightly constricted by the generic seatbelt strapped diagonally over her torso. Hurriedly taking in as much visual reference as possible through the relatively flat windshield, the vixen strained to identify distinguishable figures in the unkempt, shaded alley, the last of the sunlight having already trickled away into the murk of twilight as the imminently eventful hours of the evening dragged past.

Only as they travelled several metres into the solitude of blindness between the brick buildings did her struggling gaze land upon a broad anthropomorphic silhouette relatively successfully blending in with the flat greys of the wall it leant against, practically confirming her fears of the high likelihood of receiving more than she was paid for, and against her will. This wasn't the smiling cat bringing her to a nice apartment for a smooth evening of pleasurable work; this wasn't her eagerly servicing a respectful, pleasant client, her experienced actions drawing out mutual pleasure in the midst of a haze of musk, pheromones and sexual desire. Desperation for another client had forced her to abandon the common unspoken precautions in place for the protection of her and similar popular prostitutes; the shame of silently slinking back to her usual pick-up spot after almost a week in hospital also setting her subconscious into an anything-goes mindset despite the trauma she had suffered after allowing her mental guard to falter at the least fortunate time, stupidly failing to notice the obvious signs of a dangerous client, a slip-up she had regretted since.

Without gauging the driver's reaction, her hands slid from her chest and grabbed the base of the seatbelt, dumbly scratching at the miniature button which she expected to allow a quick escape from a potential repeat of the traumatic night recently past. After a couple of seconds fumbling with the clip as Pine sat stationary, casually observing his friend approach the car, the stretch of woven material flung upwards, retracting into the car's interior as the buckle was undone; this action was followed by a hasty turn in her seat to grab for the door handle, only to be left scrabbling at the interior while trying to escape the locked metal cocoon.

As Pine looked on, the figure eerily came to stand at the light glass pane her hot breath was fogging up, the dread trickling through her mind making her gradually slow, heart pounding in her chest as the figure stood dead still. A muffled whimper escaped her trembling lips after a moment's silence, reluctant to make any sudden action in fear of violence; this whimper instantaneously crescendoed into a scream as the figure's face ducked down to the height of the window, Erebus grinning in at the shocked vixen, drawing instant satisfaction from the panic in her wide eyes. Holding eye contact despite her instinctive withdrawal from the glass, her uncovered back pressing itself into Pine's sturdy shoulder, an identifiable click blipped from the car door just in time for the standing cat's strong hands to pull the door open, casually stepping out of the way then reaching in to grasp the horrified female.

Pinefoot's steady hands lifted from the steering wheel, opening his own door in a much calmer fashion. Stepping into the twilight air, the vixen's whimpering didn't unnerve him in the slightest, the dark cat having fond memories of causing horrible pain to those unlucky enough to fall in his path during a violent mood. The driver door slammed shut, automatically locking into place as his attention was brought to the pair on the pavement, a broad male keeping the considerably smaller-framed female within inches of him as she struggled in the tight grip holding her still with muscular arms crossing her neck and chest. Her movement was further constricted by a hand curled upwards at an awkward angle to clamp her muzzle shut, the fingers closed over lips and slightly blocking her airflow. Bursts of panic shot through her instantly adrenaline-addled mind, her huddled body naturally reacting to the scenario; however, a fight was futile, flight was an impossibility in both literal and metaphorical senses, and she couldn't even keep track of her racing thoughts as the realisation of what was to come on another dark evening became clear.

"Cheers, Pine. You see how this bitch drew my attention? Vulnerable body frame, typical attitude and, of course, attractive assets." Erebus' voice was intriguingly flat, subconsciously refusing to release any sign of emotion or reaction to his victim's attempts to break away, a testament to just how much control he held over the situation as opposed to the vixen who was now nearly hyperventilating from overwhelming fear breaking down her stability. Leading out of the rhetorical question, he hoisted the fox over the shallow curb, only minimal exertion for the lift being required as her dangling high-heeled boots snagged on the lip of the concrete and were tugged from her nimble feet as Erebus continued.

A responsive grin momentarily interrupted the menacing cat's stoic facade as the prostitute's shoulders slumped in his arms, knowing that the sight of the common brick wall she was being thrust towards, combined with the light yet distinct musk practically forced into her nostrils as it swamped her, was triggering undesirable recollections of the traumatic night on which the duo had first made acquaintance. Polygonal series of red, white and grey flashed before her eyes, a mirage of a hospital bed transforming back into nightmarish memories of abusive defilement.

For the first time since Pine had left the apartment a couple of hours earlier, the felines made eye contact as Erebus swivelled his head to acknowledge his bystanding friend, now leaning against his stationary vehicle with hands in his pockets. Pine's lips curled slightly upwards in a similar grin, knowing from the fire in the cat's glistening eyes over the terrified whimpering of the fox that their unwilling fucktoy was in for an awful night at their unforgiving hands. Erebus' fringe was flicked out of his line of sight again as his gaze returned to peer over his victim's smooth, light brown hair, visualising just how much physical and mental trauma her body could endure during the imminent hours of involuntary service. Trusting that his natural forcefulness had already imposed sufficient dominance to guarantee obeyance, his grip loosened and she stumbled forward against the wall, instinctively throwing her rigid hands up to avoid scratching her tilted face against the bricks. Within moments of her apparent freedom, some fight had returned to her spirit and she turned from the wall, looking to take the opportunity to escape the cat's restrictive presence, only to be simultaneously halted in place by a pair of deep blue eyes, inversely bright and shadowed, while the sharp fangs beneath parted in a rumbling growl.

"You didn't learn your lesson, bitch. Get off the streets and stay off."

Her disorganised mind took several moments to comprehend the seemingly positive advice within the quick, hushed speech muttered to her on a single hot breath, naively mulling on the possibility that his plans were only to imprint the logic through intimidation by kidnapping of a similar fashion but with a much less traumatic result (from which she could walk away). Confusedly complying to his contrasting actions, the light tufts of fur over her cheeks bobbled as the vixen frantically nodded, her decision enforced by the victimised hope of an easy release despite the effort hypothetically required to enable the desired effect through circumstance. The immobilising directness of Erebus' fiery gaze held her pinned against the wall, cracked bricks catching clumps of fur on her tail, suspending the bushy appendage while she slumped further down the wall, flinching under his furious stare. The cat's unwavering expression conveyed no change in emotion or reaction to her fearful acceptance; was she doomed to another night of terrible agony as her body was ravaged by the dominant rapist, or would she be released to escape as fast as possible before his inconsistent mind promptly decided on the dreaded abuse?

The fox's offset jaw dropped and lungfuls of breath was instantaneously expelled out of her, reflexively doubling over to crumple around the steely fist which had unforeseeably slammed into her vulnerable abdomen. His hair having been flicked away by the sudden exhalation onto his face, Erebus could easily appreciate the aching moan forced from between her lips, cognisant that even an insignificant violent act as little as a simple punch caused the prostitute such pain. The stored strength in the cat's broad torso naturally channeled through his thick biceps, power passing underneath dark fur covered by the dull t-shirt forming his monochromatic casual uniform, down to the heavy clenched fist along which ran rippling, scarred knuckles, each point pressing into the slim muscle of her torso. Though her shoulder blades had lifted from the rough surface of the old bricks, the crook of her lightly-furred back remained pinned against the wall by the outstretched upper limb of the cat standing before her, holding her petite frame aloft despite the weakening of her trembling knees.

Deciding to limit her physical trauma for the time being, Erebus gradually removed his fist from the creased folds of her barely-protruding belly, the smothered fur over the bruising skin naturally following the curled fingers outwards as the fox drew a strained breath, causing the fur over the taller male's ear to rustle as air was sucked past.

Oh god. Oh no. Not again. This can't be happening. I need to escape-

The sight of another grey paw caused the fox to flinch so hard that lightning bolts of pain rippled through her torso around the newly-injured core, nipping at her trembling limbs. The following sensation was oddly comforting, however: a firm yet harmless squeeze by possessive fingers feeling up her plump thighs and buttocks. Two sets of clawed fingers worked their magic on her lower midsection, caressing the flawless furred skin with the grace of a feathered wing. Black-and-blue fishnet stockings complimenting the prostitute's provocative outfit offered minimal resistance to the fingers' skilful manipulation, likely in part due to the number of hands which had worked their way under, seeking the goods beneath the clothing.

Panicked panting gradually gave way to soothed breathing. The last time the fox had received such pampering she'd been gifted a day spa voucher by a kind, thoughtful client. The spa appeared in her memory as a majestic palace, shaven sandstone slathered in accent marble inside and out. Palm trees dotted a sweeping driveway under the crystal blue sky. Greeted at the front doors by an immaculately-kempt zebra lady, she barely had time to present the voucher before being ushered in to pick the first luxury: would it be a cleansing spa bath to lather her fur in lotion and shampoo, or the massage parlour's tempting allure of a cotton bed on which she would receive highest-class treatment? Decisions, decisions...

Oh, that place was lovely. The kindest staff delivering the most wholesome attention like I was the queen for a day - that massage parlour in particular was heavenly. The exotic fragrance was the cherry on top, I can practically smell the incense candles now...

Her nose twitched.

That's odd. Why does the fragrance smell so... musky?

The memory-sourced menagerie vanished like a burst bubble. Opening her eyes, the grandiose visions were replaced by a sight much more displeasing: globules of transparent precum oozing from a vertical slit. The evening's last light glinting was the only indicator of the fluid's presence, the slit itself barely visible on the black glans partially concealed by Erebus' enormous cock's white foreskin.

Her occupation had familiarised her with the close-up sight of a needy client's source of release, but the imposing humanoid dick presented now still sent a shiver down her spine. It had to be at least a foot and a half long, and so girthy that she'd struggle to fit her mouth around even the top of the shaft - however, the throbbing pole immediately triggered memories of pain and horrid abuse from the similar scene weeks earlier.

There's no way... it looks like it got even bigger, swallowing it to the base would damage my stomach-

The vixen's staredown with the gleaming glans was interrupted by a hand gifting itself a fistful of her ravishing hair. Erebus grinned down at her, reveling in the control proven by the fear and intimidation equally prominent in her eyes. The other hand took hold of and raised his fat shaft slightly, allowing his victim a glimpse of the titanic sack hanging beneath which had last been emptied within her innards. If the prostitute's impressive luscious tits were any smaller his balls would outsize them!

"God, you're sexy," the cat's deep voice muttered. "You make me want to protect you..."

"R-really?" she stammered in reply, tearing her gaze away from his sack to make eye contact. "I could- I could be w-with you, I'd treat you well. How does that s-sound?"

"Ha, tempting, but no. Turn around."

She remained still, save for the slight tremble of fear.

Erebus' grin dropped, causing a similar reaction in her heart.

"FACE THE FUCKING WALL!" he roared, freeing both of his hands to spin her by the shoulders and force her into a kneeling position. The night lady's fishnet stockings provided no padding against the cooling stone pavement on which she knelt, nor were the uneven bricks now before her face. Panic began to set in as her captor took one, two, two and a half steps forward; like a typical canine, her instinctive whimpering was synchronised with her heavy inhalation, calm evening air being stirred by the accelerated breathing.

Erebus' powerful erection had slightly softened during the brief conversational interlude but was still oozing pre at a rapid rate. There was obviously plenty to go around and at the moment it was simply going to waste which just wasn't acceptable. Reaching down to give the head a light squeeze in a half-hearted attempt at restoring his erection, the muscular man contemplated his next move: did her hair deserve another rough yank, or maybe he should cut to the chase and give Pine, who remained idling nearby, a show? However, the stringy moisture on his hand as it pulled away from his dick gave him another idea, one even more raunchy than he had come to expect from his own modestly predatory mind.

His cock flopped onto her near-perfect face, the white flesh near the base contrasting the orange and brown fur down to far below her chin where its head lay. The surprise caused the terrified fox to flinch but she held her stance, managing to maintain the grounded posture; after all, she had been expecting much worse. This wasn't the paid whore's first experience with a dick on her face but the sheer weight of the meat, along with consistent pulsing of the veins interlaced beneath its skin, combined for a moderately unsettling sensation even before considering the situation's context. In an odd moment of absentmindedness, the fox considered how the contact would affect her skin quality.

Adding further to the colour contrast, Erebus planted a hand beside his waiting dick, transferred precum dripping from his fingers. He roughly swept the hand across her flinching face in another display of dominance, smearing the fluid over her forehead, cheeks, nose, offset jawline and chin as well as ensuring she would be smelling it for hours by pressing a fingertip against her nostrils in turn. The viscous stuff matted the recipient's fur, Erebus having ensured he'd thoroughly marked his new territory. As a final touch two fingers dragged across her tightly sealed lips then forced their way underneath to give her a direct taste of the inevitable.

"Plenty more where that came from, bitch," the cat chuckled, well aware of his stiffening dick still dribbling pre into her copious cleavage - maybe it was like paint and a second coating was needed to properly sink in...

She had to inhale at some point. Though reasonably familiar with the liquid her face had practically become an easel for, ingesting it nasally was far from ideal. Of course, sealing her lips shut had ceased not only her breathing but the pathetic whimpering was no longer echoing down the shadowed alleyway.

The vixen's knees were beginning to ache but that minor discomfort was the least pressing issue; her prior gasps had left her short of breath even before holding it while being painted with the man's pre and consequently a burning pain was creeping into her lungs. She had to inhale. Had to breathe, had to breathe, need to breathe- A reluctant gasp drew the salty fluid into her orifices, immediately causing an uncharacteristically hoarse cough.

With a smooth slide Erebus withdrew his cock from its living stand, leaving a final wet trail over his victim's chest and face. He had to hold back a chuckle at the pitiful sight of the degraded whore, and with that, decided to take her punishment a step further.

I'm ok, I'm ok, this is uncomfortable but it's fine. He's- that's his paw, it's ok, HE'S GOING TO BEAT ME no it's ok, he's, his claws are out, his claws are out, he's holding my neck, fuck he's going to choke me, he's going to kill me, please someone help me, what's he doing?

The cat's hand had shifted from her lips, taking her throat in a firm yet forgiving hold. His index finger lay in the optimal position for him to gently push upwards, tilting the trembling lady's head back to face skyward.

His hand's sliding back. He's let go. He let go of me. Can I run, can I escape? There's, no, no he'd catch me and probably kill me in the same motion. Oh, god. Wait, what was it he said earlier? "You didn't learn your lesson?"

"I-I've l-learned my lesson... sir. I'm s-sorry, I need to be better." The voice trembled harder than the body which produced it.

"Is that so, whore? We haven't even gotten to the fun part yet. Well, one of the many fun parts."

"Wh- argh!"

Having freed both agile but ferociously powerful hands, Erebus grabbed her dangling wrists and stretched her arms backward with a yank, leaving the vixen entirely vulnerable - not that she was in any position to put up a fight. Taking a moment while he was partly bent over to admire her plump ass and the deliciously thick thighs holding her up, his menacing grin caught her now wide-open eyes before the cat's huge cock once again presented itself. This time the white rod stood at full mast, the bulbous glans alone looking far more than a mouthful. It was going to penetrate her, violate her, break her, and she could only whine and take it.

One last attempt at freedom, she thought. It was worth a shot.

"Please... please don't-"

But that was all the cat needed, her mouth slightly ajar to feed it the meat it ate most often. The unusual sensation of his foreskin momentarily snagging on her teeth before sliding further wasn't nearly enough to offset the instant wave of warmth and pleasure her orifice unwillingly offered. Already his plan of taking it slower, stretching out the punishment, was at great risk of being discarded in favour of a violent fucking more akin to the pair's previous meeting, but the temperate feline resisted.

Resist was something the fox daren't do, more out of helplessness than fear of retaliation.

Only the head had forced itself past her lips and already she found herself struggling to accommodate the sheer girth while simultaneously preventing the fresh flow of precum from drowning her. Even past clients' horsecocks hadn't stretched her lips like this, a light ache spreading from both sides of her mouth as the unmistakably masculine flavour of potent dick occupied her tastebuds again.

Their position wasn't quite optimal, Erebus had decided. Already being at full stretch, another tug at the fox's arms made her lean back, head now tilted upside down and facing the man. While having the effect of clearing her airway of the pre continuing to flood her oral cavity, it only made it easier for the suffering whore to choke on something else.

A gentle roll of the cat's hips thrust another two inches into her mouth, now breaching her throat with little regard for the sub's wellbeing. The fat white pole's tip throbbed and pulsed, filling up the entire passage it was plundering. The taste and scent were overwhelming; with her regular airway plugged the only way to inhale was through the nose, sending traces of precum through the passage as if there wasn't already enough to drown her.

"Oh come on, not even a quarter of the way in and you're gagging! I thought you did this for a living! How pathetic, guess I'll have to loosen you up the hard way."

*glurk*

This time a heavy thrust bathed another couple inches of man meat in saliva. Erebus groaned in unison with the vixen's consequent gag and another one of many pulses through his dick sent precum shooting down her throat, at this point depositing it directly into her esophagus. The unbridled pleasure of utilising his new cocksleeve was electrifying, not that he was likely to display any indicative reaction. Another element was added to the fun at the notice of her neck bulging outward, the foreskin outline easily visible where his cock tapered off. Oh, the joy of dominating.

The fox was in agony. Pure, unadulterated agony. Struggling to breathe, stretched throat, stretched lips, stretched arms and to top it all off, tiny stones on the pavement were digging into her knees. The humongous dick was all she could comprehend, the only thought she could muster and she knew, she knew that they were just getting started. There was no lashing out, no fighting back, no threatening to use her teeth; she was essentially pinned down and force-fed a mighty meal with liquid payment on top. One, two, three more inches deeper her throat bulged. The night lady trembled harder; exertion was taking its toll.

"nng... mmf... hulck-"

"Loving it, ain't ya? There's more to come, bitch," Erebus chuckled. "Oh, looks like your mascara is running. I wonder if that's from what I slathered your face in or if it's tears from deepthroating my massive dick."

"Mmmmnnng... nnnNNGAH!"

Only a few inches remained until he had bottomed out. Traces of drool squelched from the strained oral receptacle, compounding the sloppy mess to which both parties had contributed. The distension was now reaching her chest with most of the great pulsing penis buried so deeply within her uppermost hole. An outside observer would have expressed confusion at how the victim's shaking seemed to rock her back and forth, but in actuality Erebus' hips had begun the rocking, steadily thrusting in and out, in and out. Every throb deposited splashes of precum deep down the slut's throat, past her enormous bobbing breasts and into her brimming stomach.

The fox was powerless and desperate, devoting her entire strength reserves into avoiding suffocation and an untimely death at the hands of her repeat abuser. She'd probably have regurgitated a tidal wave of pre had her gag reflex not been utterly destroyed as she was impaled over and over. Fur met hair as the cat's hefty ballsack knocked against the top of her head like conkers made of steel; she could practically hear the titanic testicles churning away, their sole objective to pump her poor stomach as full as possible. Her vision was filled with white, white and more white, just as she'd be tasting (and smelling) the man's package production for days. The only respite was that it'd surely be over soon.

"Hey, we're almost there, as the pain in your chest probably indicates. Don't pass out on me now, whore, or we'll restart this whole process."

An agonised moan of despair echoed back.

Halting his thrusting momentarily at its current deepest, the distension was pushed even further. It was like cramming an oversized sleeping bag into its whining case despite the natural lubricant squelching up to moisten the remaining inches. Almost, almost...

"You made it!" Erebus exclaimed, not expecting a response from the girl whose upper passage now consisted almost exclusively of his fat, uncompromising erection. His crotch ground into her muzzle, its lengthy extension shooting bolts of pleasure up through the man's body while the fox remained stationary now that the thrusting had ceased. Tears became the third substance dripping off her abused face, traces of her carefully-applied mascara inking the ground a metre below. His intimidating scrotum had cleared her frazzled hair and now rested upon the crook of her nose, spilling over left and right of her countenance.

"Ohhh yes, that's good. For a worthless cocksleeve you sure lasted a while! Hope you enjoyed the liquid meal, 'cos two weeks tends to do that to man - well, a man like me at least."

Maybe accommodating the entire surface area of his dick had finally brought him to orgasm because an ambiguous fluid was splashing directly into her stomach, or maybe the warm, veined pole only continued its excessive leaking of the clear stuff - god no, no more pre - it was impossible to tell. The huge balls smothering what wasn't already covered restricted her air intake to an even greater extent. The man's hygiene was impeccable but that didn't stop his natural pheromones filtering into the little oxygen she was getting, sending the masculine musk coursing through her body. Even the constant pain couldn't deter from that inadvertent intoxication.

Pine, standing idly nearby, had watched the terrible, wonderful scene unfold: a large, muscular cat forcing nearly two feet of meaty cock down the throat of a busty, curvaceous, ever-so-deserving fox lady of the night. His jeans were suspiciously tighter than an hour earlier.

Satisfied with the structural integrity of their position, Erebus finally allowed the whore's outstretched upper limbs to swing free. One beefy arm reached down to admire his work: the impressive distension extended well into her cleavage, tender skin outlining the consistent tube. Akin to several minutes before, a hand wrapped gently around her neck, this time sliding downwards instead of upwards.

Man that feels good. Hopefully this isn't going to cause any actual damage; wouldn't want to ruin her too soon.

The fox was a plaything, a (barely) breathing cocksleeve through which the cat was rubbing himself. Seeing as he was already reaching down, the other hand took hold of one heavy breast and squeezed, appreciating the mesmerising suppleness of his victim's parts. Its soft surface gave no indication of the somewhat tougher flesh beneath and felt as malleable as a water balloon. A minute later he found himself still playing with the breast, having rolled it around, bounced up and down, massaged and otherwise groped it. Coming back to his senses Erebus abandoned the tit and took a final look at the physical impact his shaft was having on the whore, including the ridge of his flared glans and below that-

Wait, is that a baby bump? Surely not.

When they were initially reacquainted earlier that evening, her body had appeared as pristine as the pair's first meeting, with a trim torso and luscious curves galore, so how could this be? The girl's belly seemed to have swollen, just enough to catch his eye. In his confusion the cat observed the bump for a few seconds, and then the source became clear.

Guess I was more pent up than I thought. Glad to put it all to good use, though! Oh shit, speaking of good use...

Tears continued to stream from the sub's face, indicative of just how little the pain had abated. She was not a pretty sight and unlikely to be allowed any recovery time soon. All she could breathe was his overwhelming musk and the heat radiating off her captor's genitalia was circulating in the air around them. Her lips ground against the fur of his crotch while his enormous pole continued to ooze deep within her. It was too much, all too much, and in a panic the whore attempted a shriek which came out more like a gargle due to the twenty inches of fat cat cock down her throat.

"Yeah, alright, alright, be patient." With a definitive grunt Erebus finally began to withdraw himself from the brutal facefucking. Taking a moment to steady the fox's head, inch by inch reappeared from her oral cavity as his hips gradually retreated, the entire surface sodden with saliva and precum. The satisfying sight enabled him to observe the centre of her chest resuming its normal shape while silently admiring his whore's unwillful endurance. Likewise, his pouch slid off her face and returned to dangling between his beefy thighs, no smaller than when they had started.

It was the oddest sensation, like waking up one morning to find a congested nose had inexplicably cleared up. The air was clear now and she immediately utilised the easier breathing as her throat lost its extra bulk. She was aching but not nearly as terribly as before he'd listened to her cries.

Fucking hell, it's still coming out!

Pained relief washed through her thoroughly used body as a sweep of her tongue detected the puffed ridge of his glans. Was he still leaking pre? She couldn't muster the effort to care; she'd had enough for a lifetime. At long last, the head encountered fresh air again as it withdrew from her muzzle with a juicy pop.

The moment it was free, the fox immediately doubled over onto all fours, coughing, hacking and spluttering away. Erebus and his consistently stiff dick stood and watched what seemed like litres of translucent fluid splash onto the ground. Every inch of his meat dripped with the saliva stolen from his victim, the erection showing no signs of abating while the foreskin remained taut over the aforementioned ridge.

The spluttering died away, replaced by exasperated gasping. Kneeling with her head ducked and hands out of sight, her emotion could be only judged by the rise and fall of her shoulders - until her hair twirled and suddenly she connected eyes with the cat who only treated the sadness and fear with bemusement. After all, her jaws were dripping like a feral and strings of precum laced her front.

"Oh f-fuck, you- you inflated me..."

"Oh, it's better than that."

"Huh?"

The fear and despair switched to confusion and then horror. Swivelling her neck to inspect the puddle of regurgitated juices, the previously undulating shoulders came to rest in a sunk position as the realisation hit home and hit hard.

God no...

"That's right honey, that's all just pre. Surely you didn't think our fun would be over so soon?"

His erection twitched.

A sudden flurry of movement made Erebus instinctively take a step back, prepared to defend himself, but the fox knew fighting the muscle-bound man wasn't an option unless she wanted every bone in her body smashed. Claws scraping on the brick wall as she awkwardly scrambled to her feet, the ground puddle made her first step an inadvertent slide but traction was regained and her sore limbs propelled her two bounds closer to escape. Unfortunately the brutal throat rape had briefly dulled her mind, evident by the dash leading her directly into the spread, waiting arms of the dominant cat's watchman and partner in crime.

"NO! NOOOOOO!"

Pinefoot's ears swiftly swivelled backwards to deflect the screaming bouncing off the alleyway walls. He plucked the escapee off the ground like pulling a flower from the earth and held her aloft, squeezing the smaller lady against his steely chest. Her lithe arms were no match for the strength of the second cat's rippling muscles securing her with a vice-like grip. Struggling as best she could in a fatigued body and soul, wriggling like an eel wasn't getting her anywhere.

"Let me go you fucking bastard!"

"Or what, whore?"

"Or... or this!"

With that decisive statement she rammed a knee directly into her new captor's most sensitive area, instantly bending back as the cat doubled over. The consequent roar of pain was audible miles away; however, the desperate woman's attack only served to bring Pine's full wrath upon her, an immediately regrettable error in judgment.

"Fucking cunt! I'll show you what a real fight looks like!" he roared so close to her face that he could've licked the juices plastered on the fur, eyes packed with fury and baring his fangs as she flinched and shied away. Her butt provided some padding but wasn't enough to prevent landing on the cold, hard pavement knocking the wind out of her. Immediately the vixen's stomach rippled with pain where she had taken a blow earlier, but that was nothing compared to the imminent assault at the hands of the man whose knees had just dropped either side of her to straddle her body, trapping her arms to immobilise the petrified girl.

Any fear she'd experienced that the evening paled in comparison to the sheer terror of seeing the red-eyed assailant towering over her raise a powerful fist. A flicker of glee appeared to pass across his expression; evidently he took pleasure in the fact that he'd be compounding the slight facial disfigurement Erebus' brutality had caused weeks ago. She wasn't going to get out of this one.

"Nooo, no no no," her pathetic moans barely louder than a wheeze. "Please stop, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!-"

Pinefoot's animalistic snarl almost obscured her whine of agony as his clenched right fist connected with her temple. The brutal blow threw her head back against the ground, immediately stunning the vulnerable victim. Subconsciously attempting to maintain eye contact despite hers rolling back, his rage was undeterred by her obvious defencelessness. The next heavy punch made contact with her left cheekbone, snapping her head to the right; somehow, despite each hit packing tremendous force, no bones seemed to be broken. Her jaw wasn't even dislodged despite the excruciating throat swabbing just prior.

"How's that for a blow, you fucking whore..." Pine's mutter accompanied the third punch, this time bouncing off the upper edge of her right eye socket. By now the lady was completely out of it, her head bouncing off the ground with sickening thuds while being pummelled back and forth.

"Fucking..."

Another blow to her cheek.

"Whore!"

This direct hit crumpled her nose, wrinkling the skin behind it. A spray of blood spurted from the injured feature, splattering across his lower fingers and rebounding onto her philtrum. The force behind each hit drew a grunt from the man ever so eager to throw his hands down on the victim.

The cat's puffed biceps tensed as his left first rose again, preparing to sock the abused, bloody vixen another time; guaranteed to be the strongest blow of the night there was a real risk of causing major internal trauma. The arm initiated its rapid descent.

"WHOR-"

"Pine, that's enough!" Erebus yelled just in time to prevent his long-time friend from potentially cracking her skull with a punch directly to the forehead. "You'll kill the bitch."

The ensuing silence was underlain by Pinefoot's light panting which had gone unnoticed before.

"Hm."

The cat atop the lady unclenched his fist after a moment's hesitation, disinterestedly shaking drops of crimson life fluid onto the body below him. Placing a hand either side of her head, his knees lifted while rising to his feet to tower even higher over his victim.

She wasn't exactly in a state fit to note the symbolism. The world was spinning and the pain was unbearable but her will had been completely depleted; such a barbaric beating, albeit brief, would do so to all but the strongest character. No two bits of thought could string themselves together in her defeated mind. Hell, it was a miracle she was still conscious-

"Aargh!" came the growl accompanying a rapid scuffle of feet.

A ferocious kick to the head, connecting just under her chin and throwing her cranium back once more, sent to her sleep.

"Pine! Jesus christ, man, you want our toy to be a vegetable?" Erebus exclaimed, followed by an unimpressed sigh. "Take her down to the garage, I'll be there soon. Gotta wash myself up first. And if she's any more injured when I get down there, your last days will be slow and extremely painful."

"Fine, fine."

Quietly complying with the order, the later abuser heaved the ragdoll up with ease and hoisted her over his shoulder, pivoting on one foot and strolling towards the nearest light indicating an entrance to the apartment complex. He didn't bother playing with the body any further despite knowing Erebus' threat was an empty one - actually, maybe he would do that to me. That temper is a bit prone to flaring.

Watching the remaining blood dripping from the other cat's hand as he departed, Erebus shook his head with contempt. Swivelling his head to take a look around the scene, all stagnant fluids gradually trickling away, he glimpsed the flaccid cock idling below his waist. The contrast of the shaft to his legs, dark-white-dark, was amusing in a mildly immature fashion.

What do you call a cat with three legs?

Me.

Chuckling to himself, the cat strolled towards the apartment like his friend had done just before. Boy, were they going to enjoy their new fucktoy.