After the Bombs: Chapter 2
Her eyes cracked open as the sound of footsteps echoed through the empty store, the warm glow of consciousness retaking her mind. As her mismatched blue and green eyes opened fully, her paw reached for her rifle...to find it missing. "What the fuck..." she began before a rough voice cut her off.
"I got yer gun, girlie." A deep, gravelly voice spoke right behind her, setting off all of her internal alarms, her tail frizzing and her claws extending as she leapt up, whipping her clawed paw at the source of the noise. The paw connected, tearing into the brown-furred face of a huge Norway Rat, causing the rodent to howl in pain and clutch his face, dropping her rifle which was held in his meaty paw. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she dropped to the ground, grabbing the weapon and hurriedly aiming it at the rat, pulling the trigger, causing the rifle to emit a... tiny metallic click. The adrenaline in her veins turned to ice as her eyes widened in horror...the rat had unloaded her weapon when he took it, ensuring that she couldn't fight back, even if she got the rifle back.
"Argh! Y-yer gonna pay for that, girlie! Big time!" The rat staggered away, clutching his mangled face before a bloody paw unholstered a revolver, pointing it at the feline's face and growling furiously. As she panted frantically, her eyes flitting around for an escape route, another voice behind her made her heart stop. "No, Zan. Da boss wants dis one alive." Her feet planted, her claws extending as she tried to pull the same move she used on the other male. She started to turn around when something solid connected with the back of her skull, causing her world to explode into blackness.
"A...ahnn..." She moaned, her head feeling like someone was driving an ice pick into her skull. The intense sun blinded her, her mismatched eyes still sensitive to light from her mild concussion. The first thing that became apparent to her was that she was thrown over the shoulder of one of the rats like a sack of potatoes. The second thing that came to her mind was that she felt light...the bastards had taken her gear...and her clothes. Outraged, her claws extended and dug into the rat's back half in an attempt to free herself, half for the satisfaction of causing her captor pain. As the rat carrying her howled in pain, a heavy fist came out of seemingly nowhere, sending her back to the blissful blackness of unconciousness.
As her eyes cracked open again, she was greeted with blissful darkness, cold wrists, and a throbbing head. As her pupils expanded to huge proportions, she began seeing her situation, bleak as it was. She was in some sort of concrete room with a single metal door and a barred window, her hands and feet shackled, still, much to her dismay, completely naked. She felt around her groin with her paws...good. Still dry, nothing crusty. At least they hadn't raped her. She chuckled and shook her head at her tain of thought. When had she become so jaded, that the only thing that worried her about the situation was the status of her genitals? The worry of being a prisoner filled her mind, her heartrate increasing as her eyes flew around the room, searching desperately for a way out, sinking into despair as she found herself locked up tight with no apparent hope of escape, light footsteps heading toward the other side of the metal door.
The doorknob rattled as it was unlocked, the metal door creaking open and admitting a slim black rat. 'this one's the leader.' she thought to herself, and for good reason. He carried himself with a commanding air...he seemed to have fairly decent clothing made of intact leather and, of all things, a gaudy admiral's hat atop his wiry black headfur. A cane rested in his paw, but it was for effect, as he put no weight on the stylized walking stick.
"You cost me a man." He said, his cold voice and glittering golden eyes speaking of frightening intelligence. "Your little stunt in the grocery store cost Zan his eye. No depth perception means he's no good to me as anything but food." He sighed, leaning against a wall and looking at the feline with an apathetic tone to his eyes, less-than-subtly roaming his eyes over her nude body. "You know...my boys really lucked out when they found you. You almost never see a female..." He stepped toward her, his dirty, long-fingered paw snaked out, taking hold of her chin and turning her head back and forth, appraising her looks. "...much less a rather pretty one. The name is Alex. What can I call you, my dear?" He spoke in a conversational tone, disregarding the look of murder that Nikkita was sending him.
"Why the fuck should I tell you rat-boy? Piss off and fucking let me go!" She struggled valiantly at her bonds, the chain doing no more than jingle metalically between the thick iron shackles around her wrists. "Oh yeah, mister high-and-fuckin'-mighty, can't even untie a girl's hands cause he's afraid she'd beat him up. What a pathetic fuck." She said loudly, her fear covered by anger as she had done even before the bombs fell. She stared hard at him as the black rat's eyes narrowed, his hand drawing back and slapping her violently across the face.
"You'll do your best to hold your tonuge, girl. One more slip-up like that, and I'll throw you into the boys' sleeping quarters." He grinned. Her resistance aroused him. Seeing such an angry young woman under lock and key rubbed him the right way as he casually unbuckled his belt, chuckling lowly. "I'm gonna get my payment from you one way or the other..." He said, his cold voice holding more than a hint of malice as he unsheathed a rather nasty-looking knife, dropping his pants in the process. The blade of the long knife was coated in dried blood, the weapon obviously having seen recent, violent use. "Yeah, that's right. Suck my cock, or I slit your pretty throat."
Involuntarily, her eyes dropped from the bloody blade to the rat's member, looking at the nine-inch shaft as if it were poisonous, at risk for catching disease just by looking at it. "Oh h-hell no." She said confidently, the little waver in her voice giving away her fear. She knew damn well that she stood no chance against the rat, and if he wanted to have his way with her, she would have to cooperate, or face her end on the point of the knife in the rat's paw. She tried desperately to calm herself down, to just accept her situation, but her feral fight-or-flight instincts kicked in as the rat took a step closer to her, the feline's pupils dialating as she scrabbled backward frantically, her back hitting the wall as she panicked, staring at the rat with wide, fearful eyes. Her heart raced as he stepped still closer, her breath coming in quick pants.
"Heh...you'll suck my cock, and then I'm gonna fuck ya. And you're gonna like it. Isn't that right?" He asked, shedding his shirt and standing nude before bending down and holding the blade to the panicking girl's throat, the razor-sharp edge cutting through her fur as it pressed against her skin. "Now when I take this knife off yer neck, yer gonna say 'yes Alex' and suck my cock. Ain't that right?" He growled, pressing the knife harder, a little trickle of blood running down the blade as he crouched, staring into her wide, fearful eyes with his own cold, golden orbs. "Answer me, cunt!" He shouted, his once-emotionless eyes glinting with anger.
"Y-yes Alex..." She said softly, a tear rolling down her cheek as the blade was taken away, the leopardess immediately falling onto her side and coughing. This had always been her nightmare, and the real thing was so much more frightening...so much more painful. Her hands shook as she began to right herself, only to be dragged up to her knees by the scruff of her neck, the rat's member throbbing, almost poking her in the nose. Her eyes screwed shut as another tear rolled down her cheek, her head leaning forward and taking the tip into her muzzle. She briefly entertained a thought ofbiting down, severing the rat's manhood, but the steel blade once again pressing against her neck ended her fantasy as she took him further into her muzzle. She knew escape was out of the question...her only plan was to make him come as quickly as possible, ending her torture for the moment. The smooth roof of her mouth contrasted sharply with her rough tongue, suckling gently on the rat's head. She tried her damnedest to purr, to vivrate her muzzle, but the sound simply would not come out, her fear and anxiety crushing all of her attempts to make the feline sound.
"Mmm...damn. Not bad, cunt." He growled, pressing the end of the long blade against the feline's neck as his other paw braced him against the wall. It had been a long time, and he felt his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach. He was about to compliment her skill again when he realized her plot...to make him come early so he would not rape her. A wicked grin spread across the rat's face as he roughly pulled his hips back, the blade making a tiny cut into her skin as he pulled back roughly, his foot coming up and kicking Nikkita to the ground. "You ain't gettin' me off that easy, cunt." He growled, a strong arm reaching down, picking the feline up almost effortlessly and roughly dropping her down onto her hands and knees. "Ohhh no...we're just gettin' started." The wicked grin grew wider, the accursed knife pressing against her throat once more as he spit onto his other hand, slicking up his fingers before rubbing the length of her slit, parting her nether lips with his dirty fingers. As her dry flesh absorbed the makeshift lubrication, he moved the now-dry digits further down, roughly shoving his rough-furred fingers into her entrance, the feline crying out in pain as her body was invaded so roughly, his dry, forced entrance drawing blood from her walls. "Ha ha ha! You don't get lube, cunt! This is for making me kill Zan!" He laughed maliciously, his dry fingers pumping in and out of her rapidly bloodied entrance, each thrust bringing a squeak of pain from the victim.
"P-please...stop..." She begged, tears streaming down her face as her inner walls burned, her violated entrance lubricating itself with blood. She heard a dark chuckle behind her as the rough fingers were yanked out of her, a shuddering gasp of pain escaping her lips. She heard him spit into his hand again and heard a wet sound, but felt nothing. She prayed she had gone numb before, to her dismay, she felt the rat's huge, slicked head pressing against her entrance, the combination of blood and saliva allowing him to shove his hips forward, hilting his nine-inch manhood within her as a guttural scream ripped from her throat, the already-burning walls exploding into agony as they were stretched around the large shaft. The rat took no time and immediately started fucking her hard and fast, a wet slapping sound coming from their hips as his cock slammed into her bloody cunny, a shuddering sob coming from the abused leopardess as she was raped, not even noticing the knife drop an inch away from her throat.
"Mmm...you're fuckin' tight. You won't be for long...not after I'm done with ya." He growled, thrusting faster, his one-handed grip on her tail tightening even as the knife dropped away from her throat. Seeing her make no move and hearing her sob, he assumed her spirit was broken and concentrated less on the blade, and more on his impending orgasm. His eyes slammed closed as he grunted, slamming his hips forward, fucking her faster as he panted. It had been a long time since he had bedded anyone, and his body was making that apparent, feeling the pleasure crest before exploding. "F-fuck" He shuddered and groaned, his member pumping thick, gooey ropes of seed into her bloody, abused sex as his grip on the knife loosened, becoming lost in the wave of pleasure that overwhelmed him.
Her eyes widened in horror as she felt him enter the final stretch, crying out in dismay and horror as she felt her delicate insides coated in the rapists sperm, the hot liquid giving her a nauseating sense of being filled, the sensation fillling her with rage and righteous fury. She saw red, looking at the knife held limply in the rat's paw. "I...will not...be your WHORE!" She shouted, her head whipping over and her fangs sinking into the rat's paw, causing him to drop the knife. Her shackled paws grabbed the handle in a two-handed grip, throwing herself forward and pulling his limp cock from her abused depths, a mixture of blood and semen seeping from her entrance. "I'm gonna fuckin' kill you!" She screamed, her vocal cords raw as she pounced the horrified rat, driving the blade into his chest, satisfied as she felt the sharp blade rip through his organs. "That's for calling me a cunt!" She hissed, ripping the blade out before plunging it into his gut, grinning as his intestines ruptured. "That's for kidnapping me!" She growled, the blade glinting as it sliced through the air, neatly slicing off the rat's cock. "And that's for raping me. Die painfully, motherfucker." She whispered, stabbing the knife through his leg, pinning him to the floor as he attempted to gurgle words at her through destroyed lungs.
Her eyes ran over his discarded clothing before sighting her prize: a keyring. Awkwardly and painfully, she crawled over to the pile of leather, giving a pained gasp as her walls throbbed, more blood and semen dripping onto the floor. Her trembling fingers found the key to her shackles, sighing with relief as the heavy metal dropped from her wrists, quickly followed by freed ankles. She attempted to stand, only to collapse as a jagged bolt of pain coursed through her body from her abused sex, her legs refusing to support weight. She crawled over to the dying rat, pulling the knife from his chest and dragging herself over to the door, laying down beside it. Only time would let her wounds numb themselves, and she laid by the door, ready to kill again should anyone come through it. As it was, all she heard was a deathly silence as she hiccuped, curling into a ball and watching the door. Escaping would be nigh impossible, but she would be damned if they would recapture her without a hell of a fight.
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And thus ends chapter 2! Criticism encouraged. ^^