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**\ **WARNING****

For those of you used to my older fiction, this is not the same beast. This story is the product of a dark, dank, cobwebby recess of my brain. This story contains non-consentual sex between an adult and a young teen. It also contains snuff by hanging.

If you are not into snuff or underage characters, leave now. This story is not for you. Don't go reading this and then leave me a nasty comment about how I'm a sick fuck.

If these things are your kinks, then enjoy the show

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Jones opened the heavy wooden door, allowing the light to spill from the corridor into the dark room where his plaything waited. The widening sliver of light played over the small form lying in the middle of the room, illuminating bit by bit the young wolfess, still dressed in the cheerleader's uniform in which he had caught her. Jade-green eyes stared at him, the fear evident, but laced with a defiance that sent a tingle of excitement down his spine. He savored the sight, letting his eyes play over her beautiful body.

She couldn't be more than 14 or 15 years old, just starting to develop, covered head to toe in a luxurious grey and white fur. Her legs were long and slender, and taut from the constant exercise she got from her cheerleading practice. Her arms were the same, toned and well proportioned, and she showed not a bit of pudge from fat. She was a remarkable physical specimen, and Jones licked his muzzle in anticipation of the activities to come.

The door fully open now, Jones walked into the room. He was in good shape himself, standing just over 6 feet tall, his fur grey, yet laced with a reddish tint, yet pure white along his chest and farther down. Large and muscled, he was used to working out, and these little adventures of his gave him the motivation to stay that way. He liked his playthings fit, and he had to be stronger than them to collect them. The pair of BDU pants he wore fit well over his muscled legs, and the plain black shirt clung to his upper body, showing off every one of his muscles. The combat boots completed the look. He always wore this the first time he met his toys. It always had the right effect.

He had left the girl ungagged, but he had tied her ankles with thick cord, and had secured her hands behind her back with a set of handcuffs for which he had the key in his pocket. She had backed herself up against one blank wall, and she sat up quickly on his arrival, watching him closely.

He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. The room was empty save the two of them, with thick wooden walls. Every so often in the walls, an eye bolt had been attached, some only 6 inches or so off the floor, others 6 feet off the floor. From the center of the ceiling hung an empty pulley. The floor of the room was cement with a drain in the center. Jones didn't see any point in spending any more money on the room that was necessary. His goal wasn't to make his playthings comfortable.

"Who are you?" the pup whimpered, "Where am I?"

"I am Jones," Jones said with a little bow, "and right now, you're in my playroom." He grinned his best hungry wolf grin. "Now I shall return the question to you. Who are you?"

"M...Melody," she managed to say, "What do you want?"

Jones ignored her question for a moment. "Ah, Melody. Quite the nice name. Your parents must have had great hopes for a music career, no?" He chuckled and took another step forwards. "Too bad they're going to be very disappointed."

Melody's eyes widened and she tried again, "Why...what do you want?"

Another hungry wolf smile crossed Jones' face. "I want you, Melody. We're going to play together for a while."

"P...play?" she asked.

"Yes, play. And you're going to do everything I tell you to." From one pocket he drew the key to the handcuffs. "If you do, and you're a good playmate, I'll let you go. If not..." from his other pocket, he pulled a lock-back knife and opened it with a flick of his wrist, his smile broadening as the blade clicked into the open position.

Melody let out a quiet scream as he pulled out the knife and tried to scoot herself even further away, but succeeded only in pressing herself up against the wall harder.

Jones held both items up in front of him. "Do you understand, Melody?"

The pup could manage nothing more than a frightened, frantic nod.

"Good. Then let's start." He put the key back in his pocket, keeping the knife out. "Stand up."

Melody looked at him, wide eyed, and managed to slide her feet under her and use the wall to push herself up to standing. Still staring at him, she leaned against the wall and tried to keep her balance.

Jones nodded and stepped towards her, knife in hand. When he bent over and held out the knife, she flinched, expecting the cold metal to hit her skin, but when she looked down, she saw him cutting the rope around her feet. Too scared to do anything, she could only watch as he cut one strand and unwound the multiple coils. Too late, she realized that she could have fought back, but at that point, he had straightened and moved out of range.

He beckoned her closer. "Come here."

One unsteady step after another, she padded across the floor until she was standing in front of him. He still held the knife in one hand and all thoughts of fighting with him were banished when she got a good look at his eyes.

Keeping his eyes on hers, he folded the knife and put it back in his pocket. From one of his thigh pockets, he pulled out a choke chain collar. Grinning, he threaded the chain through the loop and held it up.

"Stay still," he commanded, sliding the chain over her head.

Melody could feel the cold metal as it slid over her head and settled around her neck. She watched as he reached up and threaded the rope that used to be around her ankles through the pulley in the ceiling, and her knees began to tremble.

"But, you said..."

"Relax, this is just to keep you in the right spot."

He tied the rope through the free loop in the collar and gave it an experimental tug, tightening the chain around Melody's neck, just enough that she could feel the pressure. She yipped and closed her eyes tightly, opening them again when she felt the chain relax.

"All right then. All you have to do right now is stay still."

Melody nodded and stayed as still as she could. Jones grinned and pulled the knife back out of his pocket. He clicked it open, then held it by his side as his other hand reached forward and lifted Melody's skirt. He slid one finger into the waistband of her underwear and pulled it out away from her body just slightly. Carefully, he slid the knife between her body and the fabric. He kept his knife always sharp and there was barely any resistance as he slid it down from waistband to leg hole. He repeated the cut on the other side, then tugged, pulling the fabric from between her legs.

Melody yipped again, feeling the fabric pulled away and the cold air between her thighs. Her skirt had fallen back down, but it wasn't designed to cover much and she could feel herself blushing. She lowered her eyes and crossed her legs, trying to cover herself.

"I said stay still," Jones growled.

Melody sobbed, tears running down her face as she nodded.

Jones gripped the pup by the shoulders and turned her around so her back was to him. He stepped up behind her and pressed his body against hers, making sure she could feel his arousal through his trousers. He pressed it against her hands, still secured behind her back.

He leaned his muzzle up beside her ear and growled, "You know what comes next, don't you?"

He didn't wait for an answer. He stepped back, folding the knife once again. He undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He wore nothing underneath and he was already aroused. Without stopping, he pulled his shirt off over his head, then stepped up behind Melody again. This time, there was no fabric between her hands and his cock, and he rubbed the thick, veiny shaft against her hands.

Melody sobbed quietly, not wanting to risk his anger. She knew her only hope lay in obeying this wolf, and not making him mad. She suppressed a shudder of revulsion as she felt the long, thick shaft rubbing against her paws and forced herself not to move.

She jumped as she felt his paw on her neck, pressing her upper body forward. Instinct forced her to resist momentarily and the pressure increased, the large paw squeezing her neck painfully. Still sobbing, she leaned forwards.

At least this one is obedient, Jones thought as he bent her over. He didn't want her losing her balance, so he didn't push her too far. Just far enough that he could reach down and flip her skirt up over her hips. He licked his muzzle at the sight of her tight ass. He lifted her tail out of the way and paused for a moment, admiring the view. She had the backside he'd expect from a cheerleader and he grinned as he saw that she had followed the current fad of trimming her fur over her sex. The guys liked it because it let them see everything, and he couldn't complain, either.

One hand gripped the girl by neck and shoulder and the other guided his cock to the glistening lips of her sex, then gripped her hip. Settled, he thrust forwards, burying himself within Melody's tight body.

Melody only whimpered as she felt him position himself, but the thrust spread her insides so far and so suddenly that it brought a scream from her lips. She tried to straighten up and pull away from the huge shaft invading her, but his strong paws held her in place.

"No! Stop! It hurts!" she screamed.

He stopped with his cock buried to the hilt and waited for a minute so she could adjust a little bit. He didn't wait too long, though, and before long was pulling his cock out of her. He waited for a moment with only the head in her hot folds before thrusting forwards once again, forcing her to take his whole length.

Melody screamed for the first few thrusts, then simply whimpered. Against her will, she could feel her body responding to the wolf behind her. Her traitor of a body was feeling the familiar heat that she always felt building when she fingered herself alone in her room. Stroke by stroke brought her further and further, and after a little while, she was no longer whimpering in pain alone, but in the mingled pain and pleasure.

Jones felt it when she crossed over the threshold and came. He could feel her insides squeezing down around his cock. He could hear the change in her whining and her breathing and he smiled, continuing to pound away at the poor girl. He reached out one hand, though, away from her hip to grab the rope. He was getting close and it was almost time.

He pulled the rope so it was taut, pulling the collar tighter around Melody's neck. As he thrusted into her, he leaned over her back and whispered to her, his hot breath in her ear.

"You've been a very good playmate, Melody, but I lied. I'm going to kill you."

Melody's eyes widened, his words piercing through the hot mist that had filled her brain after her orgasm. She felt him pull the rope and the collar tighten around her neck. It was uncomfortable and she started trying to get away from him, but his paw on her shoulder kept her speared on his dick. Another tug on the rope and the collar tightened again, painfully this time.

Jones watched the girl struggle, trying to avoid her fate, and the sight made his cock throb within the young wolf. His thrusts became more ragged and disjointed and he knew he wasn't far from finishing. He gave a large tug on the rope, stepping forward to keep himself buried within her as he pulled her body almost off the floor.

The collar tightened all the way around Melody's neck, cutting her breathing down to wheezing gasps. She could still stand, but only on the balls of her feet. Jones was still standing behind her, pounding away, and she could still feel him filling her with his shaft. One last small tug and she was lifted totally off her feet. She kicked and fought to find the ground as her windpipe closed completely.

Jones pushed himself further and further towards the edge. When he pulled the final time on the rope, her struggles made her muscles ripple around his shaft, finally sending him over the edge.

As the darkness closed in around the edge of Melody's vision, she could feel the large wolf filling her with his seed. Jet after jet of it sprayed deep into her as her struggles weakened. She could feel him pull out of her and just after, his face came into view. He directly in her eyes as the darkness fell, his ice-blue eyes the last thing she saw, his cum running out of her and down her leg the last thing she felt.

Jones watched as Melody's eyes slowly closed and her struggles stopped. He nodded, satisfied, and tied the end of the rope off in one of the eye bolts, letting her body hang in the center of the room until he could dispose of it. In the meantime, he had another plaything to find.