Force
Ember was tired when she left her apartment, heading for her car in the parking garage next door. Her thin frame, emphasised by her self-dubbed ghetto booty, gave off a slight rustling sound, minute feathers and fur rubbing against cloth. It may have been her lack of sleep that caused her to miss the hulking figure croched between two SUVs. The scent of cold exhaust and old oil assualted her nares as she approached her vibrantly red car, nearly the same shade as the gryphoness' fur. She paused for a moment, hearing the echos of her footsepts off the dank concrete walls.
'Ugh. I hate this place. It's too much like a dungeon. And not the fun kind, either," she mumbled with a shudder. She touched the end of her car for a moment as she pulled out her keys, then started for the door. Her ears perked, and her steps faltered. The echos continued. In the dime light, all she was was a bewinged, half-running, half-gliding figure, heavily muscled and holding a black leather strap, barrelling towards her. Then he hit her, knocking her to the ground, breathless.
Her attacker grabbed her beak from behind, one knee coming down heavily on her back to pin her squirming body to the ground. He put that strap to use effortlessly, looping it once around her neck, then cinching it into place, holding her down and cutting off her air, preventing her both from screaming and seeing him. His thick fingers grabbed the zippered back of her shirt, just below the wings, and yanked forcefully. The shirt came undone, but not after firmly squishing her breasts against her ribcage, then catching around her wings, keeping her wrists and elbows cinched back together, unable to move in the impromptue armbinder.
She managed to gasp out a whimpering "No, oh God no," as he treated her black denim jeans much the same way, the tight fitting fabric catching on her knees and calves, binding them as well. He quickly silenced her with a firm tug on her new leash, her eyes bulging a bit as she struggled for air. She felt his arousal against her back, a thin smear of his precome mussing the fur above her bushy tail.
He held her with just the strap, her bra falling to the ground so he could squeeze her breast. Her eyes clenched and teared a little, still trying to fight and scream through the choking leather, hating his grunt of approval, his fingers grasping her small, pert mounds in the most vulgar way she could imagine. He squeezed until she could feel the tender flesh of her breasts begin to bruise, then shifted back and laid a tremendous slap on her backside, making her jerk forward and gag a little bit.
The dark form slapped her ass again, causing her to yelp through the gagging as he leaned back to enjoy the sight of her panty-clad rump jiggling. She felt a tug at her waistline as strong fingers worked downt the back of her panties, chafing her sex and hips as he bundled the cloth and yanked, straining the fabric around and against her. As she gasped for breath, the strap slacked for a moment, she tried to assess her situation. Until she heard a ripping sound, the stitching on the seams of her panties letting go even as the lower hems dug painfully into her folds, sending up spikes of tortureous heat into her loins, causing her attacker to tug again to silence her outcry, the cloth tearing delicate tissue and fabric, wetting her panties with a small, slowly increasing amount of blood as she ground her beak in agony.
Ember opened her beak to scream again, only to have her air further choked off, her attacker stuffing her blood-drenched panties in her mouth once they'd been ripped off, the from half wound around the rear hem, tying it around the back of her head as a quick gag, forcing her to taste her own blood. With his victim summarily subdued, he checked his grip on the leather strap, not wanted her to pass out, and began to run his thick, blunted shaft tip between her bleeding petals. Ember started to shaker her head violently, jerking her plush hips away from the violation, earning a cuff to the face as he pressed against her reluctantly moistening entrance, slicking himself with her blood and natural lubricant.
Suddenly he pulled himself away, and Ember breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that it was a passer-by come to save her. Until he yanked hard on the strap, fully cutting off her air as his other hand forced her over the hood of her car, her nipples squished against the cold metal. She squirmed violently, managing to kick her attacker in the knee when one leg of her pants slid farther down, which caused him to tighten the strap around her neck until she nearly blacked out. Once Ember's attacker had her in check again, he made he next move.
Ember screeched against the bloodied fabric as she felt him press rudely against her anus, spreading the reluctant muscle lewdly around his blood-slick member. She squirmed in discomfort as the girth of his phallus slid home, nearly a foot jammed roughely into her bowels. The sheer thickness and force of his penetration ripped her tender ring, adding to the crimson mess between her thighs. Her hips quivered as he pulled back out, starting a long series of short thrusts, her ass loosening slowly.
Her attacker stuff himself in again and again, seeming to savor the feel of her bowels pushing against him, his preseed leaking into her. He growled, slowly cinching down the strap as he worked himself to a messy climax within her ass. She twisted a little, slowly blacking out, glad only that he didn't last long. Bastard must have enjoyed himself. Then, she was out, and didn't feel it when her attacker threw her over his shoulder and walked out.
When she awoke, she was curled into the arms of her occasional lover, Kami. "Oh god... That was some nightmare..." She doubled over suddenly, and ran to the bathroom, vomiting. Her head hurt so badly, and her crotched ache. Once her stomach settled down, she reached down to check herself, touching her sex and anus. They hurt, and were very warm, but cleaned, and smelling slightly of antiseptic salve. She walked back out, glaring. "What did you do to me?"
Kami just grinned, and leaned back as he explained. Explained how their mutual boss has complained about her working too many hours, and how she told him to keep her out for a couple of days, maybe take her out for a quick vacation. As she settled down, still rather angry with him, he stroked over her neck, chuckling. He knew she'd come around eventually. After all, it was her own preferences that gave him the idea.