{"sf1_id":2829,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Vengance denied","author":"Portentous1975","words":1715,"posted_at":"2004-06-26T14:22:00.000Z","tags":["Bovine","Captivity","M/F","NC","Slavery","Violence","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2829-vengance-denied","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/2829","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=2829\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"\"You have some nerve, following me here. Especially after I let you  \nlive the last time.\" the muskox-woman kicked the captured wolf-man  \nangrily in the stomach. With his ankles shackled to an eye-bolt set in  \nthe floor and his arms strapped together at the elbows and wrists he  \nhad no way to avoid the kick. He doubled over, whimpering trying to  \nprotect his stomach, which only lead to him being kicked across the  \nkidneys instead.  \n  \n\"Stupid whelp. So I killed your brother. So what? It was a damned war  \n- people kill each other in wars, didn't you know?\" she kicked him  \nagain, this time in the shoulder, before she hunched down besides him  \nand grabbed his head by his hair. \"Hell, you can't even really have  \nknown your brother that well. How old were you at the time? Seven,  \neight?\" she held his head up, forcing him to look up at her.  \n  \nHis eyes wet with tears from the beating, he still stared back up at  \nher with defiance, only baring his teeth mutely at her question. The  \nmuskox frowned darkly. \"Wolves.\" she muttered. With an expression of  \nannoyance she reached down with her left hand and squeezed his  \ntesticles brutally through his jeans, hard enough that the wolf wasn't  \nable to hold back the cry of pain for more than a second or two.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Well?\" she said after a long squeeze, leaving her hand resting  \nthreatening on his crotch. \"How old were you during the war?\"  \n  \n\"SIX!\" the wolf answered in a panicky, pained cry, \"I was six!\"  \n  \n\"That's better.\" the muskox said, and gave his crotch a light,  \n'good-dog' pat and let go of his head. The wolf let his head sink back  \nagainst the floor, whimpering and with his eyes filled with tears.  \n  \n\"I let you go once.\" the muskox reminded him, getting back to her  \nfeet. \"A gesture which was apparently entirely wasted.\" she pulled her  \nleg back for another kick, but changed her mind and merely grimaced  \nwhen the wolf didn't try to protect himself at all.  \n  \n\"Plus you have found my new hideout, and I really don't intend to have  \nto leave it just yet.\" She gave him a half-hearted nudge in the  \nstomach with her hoof. \"However I don't like killing people out of  \nhand, and I can think of a use or two an outlaw woman could have for a  \nyoung, healthy, good-looking man.\" She crossed her arms over her chest  \nand looked down at him with a scornful smirk. \"So what what do you  \nthink I should do?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The wolf-man's upper lip trembled in an attempt at a snarl. \"Just kill  \nme quickly.\" he told her, trying and failing to keep the fearful  \npleading out of his voice.  \n  \nThe muskox laughed. \"Ooh no. It's not going to be that easy. We'll  \nplay a little game of carrot and stick. If you win, I'll kill you - if  \nyou lose, I'll keep you as a sex-toy for a while.\" She gave him a  \nquick kick in the stomach again. \"Hell, I might even let you go in the  \nend. Not that it's very likely.\"  \n  \nShe went over to a sack lying just inside the cell door and pulled out  \na long night-stick made from heavy rubber. \"This is the stick.\" she  \ntold him, and held it up so he could see it properly. \"And this is the  \ncarrot.\" She held up a broad dog-collar made from leather, and tossed  \nit over towards him.  \n  \nShe got up and advanced towards him, holding the night-stick down  \nalong her thigh. \"The rules are simple - I beat you with the stick  \nuntil you take the carrot or you're dead. Shall we play?\" she grinned,  \ndark amusement twinkling in her eyes.  \n  \nCrying, the wolf pushed the collar violently away from himself with  \nhis bound arms, his teeth bared as much out of fear as of anger. \"Go  \nto hell, Cow!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The muskox snorted and brought the cudgel down hard across the wolf's  \nupper arm. \"'Cow'? Is that the worst you can think of calling me?\" she  \nasked, and set about beating the wolf with calm brutality.  \n  \nHe lasted for a good two dozen blows before he broke down. \"Stop!  \nPlease don't! Don't hit me! Stop - I'll do it. Oh god, oh god, don't  \nhit me again - I'll put it on, I'll put it on!\"  \n  \nThe muskox deliberately swung the night-stick one more time, across  \nthe bawling wolf's kidneys. Then she wordlessly pushed the collar back  \nto him with her hoof. He reached for it with the fervour of a drowning  \nman grabbing for a piece of flotsam, squirming on the floor to be able  \nto grip it with his strapped together arms.  \n  \nHe wept as he frantically attempted to strap the collar around his  \nneck, barely able to reach with the way his arms had been tied  \ntogether. He eventually managed to get the collar around his neck and  \nto thread the buckle. Staring at the floor he tightened the collar and  \nfastened it. Crying from defeat he turned his head and stared emptily  \nat the far wall.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Not so stubborn after all, eh?\" the muskox asked with a mocking  \nchuckle. \"Well, let me take a proper look on my new doggie.\" She leaned  \ndown and undid his jeans and tugged them down to his knees, ignoring  \nhis weak, tear-chocked \"Don't.\"  \n  \n\"Oh, I'm going to have some fun with this.\" she said, stroking the  \nsoft fur on his sheath with her large hand. When he tried to squirm  \naway from her touch, she simply grabbed a firm hold of the fur in his  \ncrotch, tugged hard and waited until his cry of pain had stilled  \nbefore she let go. \"Get used to it, doggie. You'll lie still when I  \npet you, or you'll hurt.\"  \n  \nTo underline her statement she stroked a single dark-skinned finger  \nalong the length of his sheath, then slipped it inside the opening and  \nrubbed the head of his soft cock. The wolf sobbed, but lay still under  \nher touch. \"Smart dog.\" the muskox muttered, her voice a little  \nbreathy.  \n  \nShe pulled her hand away, and moved to sit across his waist. The wolf  \nhowled briefly in pain as her muscular mass settled down to rest on  \nhis bruises and aches. Ignoring his discomfort, the muskox tugged her  \ncoarse denim shirt out of her trousers and pulled it over her head,  \nneeding to pull it up and backwards to have it clear her forward  \nslooping horns. Next she undid and removed her bra, revealing her  \nheavy breasts, mostly covered with shaggy, brown-black fur.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; With a mixture of stubbornness and shame, the wolf turned his head to  \nthe side, staring at the floor. \"Shy, eh?\" the muskox asked with a  \ngrim smile and grabbed a hold on the tear-soaked fur of his cheek and  \nforced his face back up towards her. \"Well have a good look at them,  \nbecause you will be spending a lot of time brushing them and pampering  \nthem. If you're a really good doggie I might even give you a tit-fuck  \nor two.\"  \n  \nSeeing the look of disgust in the wolf's eyes, the muskox laughed with  \ndark amusement. \"Oh, you'll learn to like that, doggie. It will be  \njust about the only thing I do to you that won't hurt in any way.\" She  \nlet go of his cheek and placed her hand around his muzzle instead,  \neasily holding it closed. She got a length of rawhide lace from her  \npocket, and looped it tightly around the base of his muzzle. Ignoring  \nhis struggling and his involuntary whimpers of pain, she tied the lace  \ndown.  \n  \n\"I got rather horny from beating you up, doggie, but I doubt there  \nwill be much use in your cock for a while after that beating, and I  \ndon't think it would be very smart to trust you not to bite, eh?\" she  \nsmirked down at him, patted his cheek roughly and got up to take off  \nher trousers.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"When I've broken you down a bit more we can see about finding some  \nuses for that tongue of yours.\" she said, opening her fly and  \nloosening the hem of her jeans enough to pull her tail free of them  \nbefore pushing them off.  \n  \n\"For now I'll have to settle for this.\" she sat down on top of him, her  \nknees level with his shoulders. She grabbed his head with both hands,  \nscooted forward and ground her warm sex against his muzzle. He  \nsquirmed and whimpered under her, hardly able to breathe as she rubbed  \nherself against him with short, vulgar grunts.  \n  \nHis lips was shoved back and forth over his teeth as she ground  \nagainst him. Soon her sex grew slick and wet, and the taste of her  \nseeped into his mouth - a warm, heavy taste. She kept working against  \nhim, sliding her muff firmly along his snout, rubbing her juices and  \nher scent into it. She was moaning now, deep rumbling moans made  \nin between short, gasping breaths. She pressed his head hard up against  \nher, burrowing his face between her thighs, and came with a rolling,  \nrumbling outcry, and her taste his mouth as a stream of her juices  \ngushed against his muzzle, dripping further down onto his cheeks and  \nhis throat.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She climbed unsteadily off him, panting deeply. \"Oh sweet fucking  \nhell, I \\_needed\\_ that.\" She wiped herself with her shirt, then put her  \ntrousers back on. She glanced down at the wolf who was lying still,  \ngasping as best he could through his tied muzzle. She gave him a light  \nnudge in the side with her hoof. \"Yeah, you'll make a good dog.\" she  \ntold him and laughed darkly.  \n  \n\"I have a few things to take care of, but I'll be back and have more  \nfun with you later.\" she said, picked up the sack and went over to the  \ncell-door and killed the lights. Glancing back over her massive  \nshoulder she added, \"And doggie? Don't forget that you put that collar  \non yourself.\" she grinned with sadistic amusement and closed the door,  \nleaving him alone with the darkness, his aching body, his shame and  \nwith the unfamiliar tightness of the collar around his neck.  \n  \n  \n  \n\n"}