Stormy Night
Michelle stumbled into her apartment with a low sigh, feeling run down after a long week. Her plans for the evening were forgotten, likely washed down the gutters like so much else once the clouds opened up. Like the streets outside, the skunkette was drenched, her gloriously plush tail dragging behind her, gathering dirt and debris. Slamming the door shut, she dropped her bag to the floor and began to strip out of her clothes, muttering dark curses as she thought about the cleaning bill she would soon be faced with. What she needed right now was a hot shower and a good grooming session before she would even consider feeling better. Like most furred kind, she only showered when she needed to, otherwise her luscious pelt would end up dried and damaged, the oils washed away.
Sodden splats came from her clothes as they were dropped onto the linoleum that stretched from her door into the kitchen. She was soaked through and through, so even her underwear found their way to the soggy pile. The skunkette rarely went naked, even around her own apartment, her plush form almost always hidden behind something. A shiver ran up her spine as the AC kicked on, icy air washing across her body. Grabbing her tail, the skunk held the tangled mess up as she made a dash into her bathroom. Her apartment wasn't anything special, only consisting of the main room that was her living room, dining room, and a small section that served as a kitchen, then her bedroom led to the bathroom. It was just within her budget, barely, leaving her enough money to save up for a few nice things here and there.
Passing from the main room into her bedroom, she cast her eyes around briefly. The room was only illuminated by the light from the other room, but it was more than enough for her to see where everything was. Her bed dominated the tiny bedroom, a king-sized canopy bed. She had fallen in love with it when she saw it there in the store and had immediately found someone to talk to about getting it financed. The thing was expensive, but she was still in love with it even after having to make the monthly payments. Turning towards her bathroom, she walked into the room and flicked on the light and fan, fingers guided by memory. Like the rest of her apartment, the bathroom was small. Just what was needed.
Stepping onto the tile, she felt a chill run up her spine as her feet met the icy tiles. Nudging the bathroom door shut, she opened up the small linen closet that was behind the door and pulled out a towel. Dropping it to the floor in front of her shower, she stepped on it to get off the cold floor. Bending into the tub, she gave the faucets a twist and tested the water, adjusting it a little before turning on the shower and climbing in. The warm water cascaded across her form, chasing away the chill that had crept into her body from the rain. Michelle let the water soak into her pelt a moment before picking up a sturdy comb, running it through her fur to get out any tangles and mess that was lurking there.
After a minute, she was feeling much better. So much that she felt it might be time for a little bit of fun. Reaching up, she freed the hand-held unit of her shower head with a jiggle and a tug. Her heart began to race, as it always did, as she twisted the head slowly, changing it from a full shower to a massage setting. Moving back, she leaned against the wall and let her feet rest on the non-skid flowers that adorned her tub. The water beat against her thigh, each warm pulse sinking into her body as it swung up her body. A gasp slipped out of her mouth, turning into a solid murr as the warm water beat against her outer lips. Her shower head was never enough to make her climax, but it was more than enough to get her ready for some play out in the bedroom. What always amazed her was that her arousal persisted even after her rather long drying times.
Wiggling the handle, she let out a low coo and relaxed against the wall, eyes drifting closed. It felt like a thousand tiny beads pelting against her as the water drummed against her. Letting her chin fall forward against her chest, the skunk began to pant a little louder as her sodden tail tried to twitch some with excitement. It didn't take much more than a few minutes until she was ready to dry off and get down to some serious play before setting in to watch some TV or something. Putting the head back in its place, she gave the knobs a twist and stood there as the water turned off. Grabbing her tail, she held tight to it as she slid her other hand up the length, pushing out as much water as she could. Even with her fur soaked, the female was still rather curvy, a victim of sitting behind a desk all day at work.
Using comb and paw, she pushed out as much water as she could before stepping out of the shower onto the towel. From there, she stepped into the stall-like dryer and turned it on, feeling the warm air blow through her fur. Using her fingers, she ruffled out her pelt as much as she could, letting the air work to dry her as best it could. This was another great reason why she didn't shower too often. These stalls were the best way to dry off, but they ate up power. Michelle only used them for a few minutes, leaving her fur a little damp to let it air dry. Regardless, it still took several minutes before she turned it off and stepped out, feeling much better than she had whens he got home. Clicking off the light, she walked out of the bathroom, mind already set on which toy she'd use tonight for her fun. She'd probably go with Bruno tonight, it had been a while since she used him. When she came to the door, she noticed that the light in the other room was off. Those compact florescent lights certainly did not last four years. Making a note to change it later, she moved into the bedroom.
As she walked out of the bath, something rushed her and slammed her into a wall, a strong hand clamping over her mouth. Her eyes went wide and she started to lift her hands to fight her attacker, but she stopped short as something cold pressed against her throat. Eyes glimmered in the dark as her attacker growled, "Try to scream or fight and I'll slice your throat wide open, understand?" His voice was low and gravely, sending a bolt of fear racing along her spine as the cold steel of his blade pressed tight against her throat. Her nose picked up the musk of a feline male, but she wasn't sure what type. A pitiful whimper came from her muzzle as she nodded, eyes starting to tear up from fright. "Good, now remember what I told you." The purr in his voice made her shudder as his hand pulled away from her mouth slowly. Terror held her still as he reached over to her dressed, feeling around for something.
His hand found what it was looking for, a hard rubber ball pressing against her lips a moment later. "Open up." Michelle whimpered at him, trembling between him and the wall. He only gave her a second before his hand moved and slammed into her belly, making her gasp as the air was forced from her lungs. Now tears were starting to run down her cheek as the gag was forced into her mouth, stretching her jaw and lips. The knife was pulled away from her throat as he grabbed the strap attached to the gag, wrapping it around her head and securing it roughly. Biting the ball, she sobbed as he jerked her away from the wall, propelling her towards the bed with a shove. The sudden push sent her staggering forward, the skunk hitting the mattress and shifting it a little as she fell forward.
The floor creaked as he walked up towards her. Instinctively, her tail hiked up as she pushed her rear back, ready to give this asshole a full load of her spray. His feet whispered across the floor as something cool and hard pressed against her tailhole. "Can't have you doing that, now can we?" Michelle screamed into the gag as a lubed plug was pushed into her ass, the muscles throbbing in pain at the sudden intrusion. Her muscles clenched down around the toy, gripping it as she whimpered in pain, tears rolling down her cheek and falling to her bedsheets as she felt his hand press her into the mattress. "Put your left hand behind you, palm up." Not wanting to make him any more angry, she did as she was told. The sound of Velcro being pulled open reached her ears before something soft wrapped around her wrist. "Good girl, now your right." She hesitated for a moment before lifting her trembling arm and putting it behind her. He grabbed her wrist and forced it up behind her, laying it on the strap before securing it as well.
With her hands secured behind her, there wasn't much she could do as the male grabbed her tail and held onto it. Her tailhole throbbed with a dull pain as she sobbed softly into the gag. She froze as she felt his fingers questioning along her thighs and probing at her slit. "Already wet I see, that makes my job much easier." The way he purred out that sentence made her fur bristle as her skin crawled. At this moment, he world was the darkened bedroom where she was helpless in front of this predator. Outside the rain continued to beat against her window, her sobs and his raspy breathing filling the quiet room. His presence moved as he stepped next to her, grabbing onto her wrists and holding her tail. "Up you go. And don't lower that tail," hissed the feline as he jerked on his handles. Yelping into the gag, Michelle stepped up onto the bed, having to knee-walk as he guided her onto the mattress. Only when she was moving towards the headboard did his hands release her. Fright held her in place as she lay there, shoulders and face pressed against her sheets.
The room was so silent that the sound of his zipper coming down hit her ears and made her tremble. Straining her ears, she could hear the whisper of his pants as they slid down his legs and fell to a heap on the ground. Another piece of clothing came next, his shirt she guessed. Her body stiffened as the mattress leaned to the side, feeling him approach her. Trembling on the bed, she held perfectly still as she felt his warmth coming up behind her, a hand falling to her rear. Her fur bristled as he moved in close, the tip of his cock rubbing up and down her slit before slipping inside.
Biting down on the gag, she held back the moan as a warm, living cock pressed into her body. Her breath came in short pants as he eased into her body, spreading her open. Despite how frightened she was, and how much her mind screamed that this was rape, a part of her was trembling with excitement. It had been a couple years since she'd shared her bed with anyone. He wasn't too thick or long, but neither was he too short or skinny, his member was just right. Closing her eyes tightly, she trembled as she felt his body press up against hers. The hand on her hip left as he leaned over her, arms resting on either side of her. In the light that came from the bedroom, she could see the sable black fur of his arm as it gripped the sheets. Then he drew back his hips, making her gasp as her body shook. Something on his cock stroked against her insides as he drew back, feeling like dozen tiny fingers tickling her insides.
"Oh, looks like you like my spines." His breath washed over her cheek as he leaned down, a low purr clawing it's way up his throat. The male's next thrust rocked her forward into the bed before drawing back again. Her only answer was a low whimper as her hands pressed against his belly. She could feel the muscles in his gut tensing and relaxing as he began to take her. Tears trickled from closed eyes and over her cheeks as the bed began to creak. Each thrust in was hard and fast, accompanied by that strange, yet wonderful, feeling as his spines tickled her insides. In no time at all, she was starting to pant with his thrusts, as if his member were driving the air out of her.
His rough tongue ran over her cheek, combing through the fur there. With alternating kisses and licks, he moved his head down towards her shoulder, pressing his muzzle there for a moment before clamping down on the flesh there. It was just another reminder to her that he was in charge here and would do things as he saw fit. Holding onto her shoulder, her assailant began to thrust even faster against her, making her bite down on the gag as pleasure shoot through her body. Hips pushed up against his body as lights started to dance in front of her eyes.
The feline's hips hammered against her with rapid pounds, his motions growing shorter and more frantic. She could feel her pleasure rising higher and higher, body trembling under his as she started to succumb to the unwilling pleasure. Then he stopped, pressing tight against her as he let out a smothered growl into her shoulder. Michelle could feel his hips jerk against hers as he emptied his load deep inside of her body. The skunk let out a little whine as her pleasure was denied. Removing his mouth from her shoulder, the feline purred as he licked over the fur there. "Oh, my little girl want her end too?" His weight shifted, a hand gliding over her side and moving under her body. She gasped into the gag as his fingers found her pussy, rubbing over her mons and clit.
With his cock still buried inside of her, he started to massage and rub her slit with a skill that surprised her. His fingers danced and stroked over her body, starting to play her like a lap harp. Each stroke and pat of his fingers sent a shiver racing up and down her spine as she trembled under him. Hips and thighs trembled as he sent her over the edge in a matter of seconds, making her nearly scream into the gag as her entire body tensed up under him. She could feel his smile as his fingers continued to play her, hips pushing back against his as she panted.
He managed to keep her climax going for nearly a minute, sending wave after wave crashing over the helpless skunk. Only when he was satisfied with her writhing did he pull out of her, leaving her panting on the bed, sweat and their own mixture of juices matting her fur in spots. His hand closed on her leg, rolling her over onto her back. Laying there, she panted, hands wiggling to try and get comfortable as she looked up at him. Even in the light from the bathroom, she could only make out his silhouette. The male looked to be average height with a little bit of muscle on his frame. He was a dark furred feline, she wasn't sure what type. She knew that he had let her seen this much, but nothing more. Sliding a finger over her pussy, she shuddered when she felt his claw gently grazing her sensitive flesh.
Without a word, he moved up her body, straddling her stomach with a grin, white teeth flashing from the shadows. Looking down, she saw that his cock was already stiffening again. Grabbing a breast in each hand, he pushed them together as he guided his member between her mounds. The mix of their lust still coated his cock, and rubbed off on her silky fur as he pushed forward. Lifting her head, she could see the tip of his cock peek through the valley of her breasts before sliding back. A low purr came from the male as he held onto her breasts, rolling them slowly to change the pressure on his cock. His hips began to move faster as his thumbs rubbed around her nipples, playing with the twin peaks.
The knowledge that this wasn't consensual hit her again and she started to turn her head away. Her partner snarled, "Don't look away." The unspoken threat of violence was enough to make her look at him again, eyes dancing between the male's two heads. He let out a low growl as he leaned forward, hips pumping quickly against her breasts. Each thrust made her plush form jiggle with each push as he began to pant louder. Leaning his body back, he let out a low moan as his claws pricked at her nipples and played with them. He pumped her faster, rolling her breasts around his cock before letting out a low snarl. His member erupted, spraying seed over her throat and face, closing her eyes with a jerk.
His breath came in ragged pants as he rocked his hips, smearing his cum over her breasts and chest. The male let out a low purr as he moved off her body, reaching down to unhook the gag from her mouth. Michelle let out a pant as the rubbed came away, stretching her lips and jaws. Grabbing the back of her head, the feline leaned in and kissed her firmly on the mouth, catching her off guard as his tongue swept into her mouth quickly. Just as fast as the kiss started, it was over, the bed creaking as he stood up, crossing the room.
He flicked on the lights, making her blink against the sudden glare before taking in a breath to scream. Before she could finish the breath, his hand was on her mouth again, smothering the noise. "Now now, no need for that. It could bring the police and I'm sure neither of us want that. I have a hard time explaining myself when someone does scream." His voice had changed from the gruff snarl to something smoother and softer, making her blink in surprise at the male. It took her several seconds before everything clicked into place and she blushed. The panther smirked at her as he removed his hand from her face. "There we go, did you have fun?
She rolled onto her side as he nudged her, hearing the straps around her wrists come undone. Laying on her side, she found herself face-to-face with a camera. Her eyes darted around the room, spying several others set up around the room. Sitting up, she rubbed her wrists and blushed, "Yes, I just didn't..."
The panther, whose name was Nigel, smirked as he sat on the bed, closing up his Velcro cuffs; "Expect me to break into your apartment and rape you? My dear, that is what you hired me for." Her ears pinned back into her hair, flushing with embarrassment. She had called him up, using the number on a website based on escorts. It had taken her a considerable amount of time before getting up the courage to do so. She didn't exactly know what to expect when she hired the panther to do what he just did, but she was definitely satisfied with the job.
Looking up at the panther, she saw his smirk and blushed as he purred. "It will be a few days before I get the video edited, but I've never had a complaint before." The male finished packing up his gear, which he had started just moments ago. His motions were quick and practiced, making her wonder how many times he had done this. She watched wordlessly as he smiled at her and clicked off the lights again, throwing them back into semi darkness. "Go ahead and get under your sheets, you have had a busy night. I'll lock up before I leave."
Feeling a strange sense of disappointment, she pulled back the covers and did as she was told, watching as he vanished into the bathroom. The panther made quick use of her facilities before turning off the light. With the lights off, she could only guess at his position, ears straining to hear anything. The covers tugged back before the mattress shifted again, the Service Stud gliding under the covers and moving over her. She let out a gasp as his body pressed up between her legs, member pressing lightly against her body. "I wouldn't be a proper gentleman, or professional, if I left you wanting more. It doesn't do well for repeat business does it?"
His arms wrapped around her body as he leaned down, laying on top of her with a low purr. Michelle let out a moan as he sank into her with a smooth thrust. Wrapping her own arms around his shoulder, she pushed up eagerly as the male's toned form pressed against her own plush one. Her thighs clamped against his sides as the male began to take her for the third time. "One of the advantage of being a feline," he purred, tongue grooming her throat; "We might not last the longest, but we can rebound fairly quickly."
The skunkette panted as her hands grabbed his shoulder, "R-really? That's...oooooh... nice." Nigel's laugh was soft and made her blush as one of his hands moved down to stroke her thigh.
The panther's method felt like it had changed drastically at first, but as they moved against each other, she realized how alike it was to the faux-rape earlier. While his touches were gentle and coaxed her to higher platous of pleasure, she could feel the savagery and wild nature inside of the male. The predator was barely restrained as his teeth, claws, and cock all rubbed against her body and insides. His tongue pressed against her lips, questioning. Eager, she opened her mouth and let him kiss her deeply as their bodies pressed against each others. Panting into the kiss, she let her fingers dig into his back as she let out a deep groan, pressing up close to him. The spines and rub against her insides, making her hips jerk against him as it rubs against her G-spot and tickle her insides. At just the right moment, the panther began to hammer against her harder, making her break the kiss with a loud gasp as her eyes rolled back.
Lights danced in the darkness as her grip on him tightened, making her utter a low moan that built up louder. The last two years of restrained lust crashed through the skunk, making her arch her back and yell in pleasure as her pleasure overtook her, trembling and pushing up against him hard. Nigel snarled over her as he hammered his hips against hers, barley moving as the bed creaked and groaned under them. Moments later, he let out an answering snarl as he buried himself inside of her, emptying another load inside of her body. Darkness swept over her, following the light, as she collapsed onto the bed with a pant, a smile on her maw as she purred.
The next morning, Michelle stirred with a groan, her body aching pleasantly. Rolling over onto her side, she blinked sleepily before sitting up and looking around. Her partner had slipped out at some point earlier, leaving her alone. A sadness crept up as she looked around with a quiet whimper. There, on the nightstand, was a note. Grabbing it, she read over the neat handwriting. "Sorry to have left before you woke up, but I had to arrange something. Meet me downstairs at noon. Yours truly, Nigel." A new blush leapt up under her fur. She just thought that when he gave her a price and asked for a time frame, that he would wait to get her sometime during the weekend then be done. It never occurred to her that she had actually hired him for the whole weekend.
Jumping out of bed, she raced towards the bathroom to get ready for a weekend that she was sure was going to be better than any vacation.