The Rapist Blues
The little fox rang the silver doorbell again and waited, rechecking herself in the gold-plated trim of the front door, mirroring her blonde-hair, wide blue eyes, and russet fur like a funhouse reflection.
Still no answer.
She was about to turn around on her black sandals and head back to her bicycle when she heard a latch, and then a chain rattle, and the door opened up about a foot to show a tired-looking, harried fox's face, his whiskers still drooping.
"Who is it? May I help you?"
Brenda Carter put on her best expression, the one she'd been practicing - bright teeth through a wide smile that touched her eyes and perked her whiskers right up. "Um, Mr. Stanton?" She licked her lips, "Ron Stanton?"
The fox's brown eyes shifted left then right, and the girl saw with disgust that he still had a gunk of sleep in one of them. "What do you want?"
The vixen grinned, sixteen years of innocence showing as she crossed her paws behind her back, straightening her blue sundress. The kind she knew he loved. "Actually...um...I was hoping I could talk to you?" She bit her bottom lip, looking down at the ground before raising her head back up to meet his face. "I'm...um...writing an article? For school."
She sighed, looking away. This wasn't going exactly to plan. Well, it was too late to back out now. "I'm writing about...what you did...t-ten years ago?"
Stanton's eyes widened noticably and Brenda felt a little pump of joy move through her body, like electric energy. Good, she thought, at least he still remembers. "I was hoping you could talk. I mean, we could talk. About...everything you did?"
"Why?" and his voice was nearly a whisper, "Why in God's name would you want to write about that?" He started to close the door, and Brenda immediately stuck her foot through the opening.
"I'm really not trying to be a bother, Mr. Stanton..." Her blue eyes shone almost cold. "But...you are here against the rules." She lifted her head up a bit higher, trying to look defiant. "I can report you. Make sure the whole neighborhood knows about you." The vixen began to smile as Stanton grimaced, as if he'd been stuck with a rather large needle. Now she was back in control. "So...I really do hope you'll allow me inside." Quickly she whipped out a small notepad from the sundress pocket. "It's just a few things and then I'll be on my way, I promise. No calls to Harris County police, cross my heart and hope to die..."
Stanton scratched the back of his head and yawned. Brenda didn't like that. She wanted to get his fur up. "Not today. Come by tomorrow, okay?"
"No," she shook her head, "I have to insist it's today. Article's due Monday..."
"And what if I don't want to be in your fucking article?" Stanton suddenly bared his teeth, his brown eyes turning mud. "I have my rights. You need my permission to publish, little girl..."
Brenda kept her head up, inwardly kicking herself for giving the fox an out. Then she slowly smiled - but it didn't touch her eyes at all. "You got me," she sighed, and looked down at her sandals, shuffling them back and forth a few times. "There's no article. That was just going to be my excuse to write everything down. Now, they called you the Texas Tease, why is that?"
"Girl..."
"My name is Brenda. Brenda Carter. Why did they call you that?"
Stanton sighed deeply and opened the door a bit more, allowing the girl to step inside. "Would you like something to drink?" he said as he shuffled in slippers and a bathrobe towards the small kitchen, taking out some water and a bottle of Jack Daniels.
"Water would be great, Ron. Oh...almost forgot." She snickered and took something else out of her sundress, a smartphone. "Its GPS is set for here, showing my current location. Now I press this button here..." A sharp beep was heard. "And now it's posted on my Facebook, Twitter and Foursquare. And all 12,000 or so of my followers."
Ron's russet fur seemed to grey a bit. "What...what...why would you do that?!"
"Relax, Ron. It's just to keep me safe. In case you decide to escalate your crimes a bit and resort to something a little more than torture and bondage, like felonious assault or murder. Come to think of it, didn't one of your victims die? But they said it was unrelated to what you did so...maybe I'm mistaken?"
The older fox came back to the table, pouring himself a tall glass from the bottle before sitting down across from the girl, folding his arms on the table and glaring at her. "She didn't die. It was close but paramedics were able to pull her through. You're mistaken about her, and about me. Not sure if you've noticed or not, you little bitch, but I'm out of prison now. I served my time, and even got time off for good behavior. I'm a changed fox..."
Brenda giggled softly, crossing her legs demurely under the table and bobbing a footpaw. "I'm sure you are, Ron. But...hopefully you can still help me. For starters," her blue eyes glittered, "why the Texas Tease? I know it meant...something to you..." She pulled gently at her sundress, and Ron saw the tops of her budding breasts through silky white fur, a small silver cross snuggled between the cleavage and winking almost savagely in the morning sunlight.
Ron took a long drink from his glass and then thunked it down on the table. "After the fourth girl," he said hoarsely, sounding defeated, "I noticed that they liked to have certain things done to them. I..." he ran a tongue over his dry mouth. "I liked to get them off...but not to orgasm. I just did...you know...enough. I just wanted them...wet..."
Brenda smiled. "You mean, between their legs?"
"No, you stupid bitch, behind their ears, where the fuck do you think?"
Brenda's eyes narrowed. "Call me a bitch again, and we're done. And right to Harris County I go..." She was satisfied to see the older fox drop his gaze and look at the table sighing. "Now...how wet did you get them?"
Ron licked his lips again. "Pretty...wet. Enough that their pussies would glisten, and...you could feel it. I'd run my paw over their mounds and smell it. It'd feel...really damp."
Brenda nodded. "But not, you know, dripping wet, like right after sex?"
"Are you a virgin?" he asked quietly and looked into her eyes again.
The vixen smiled, studying his face. Without the messy eyes and the drooping whiskers, and the unkempt cheek-fur, he really was a very handsome fox. She could see why 23 women had once trusted those eyes, that smile, those paws. She squirmed slightly and rested a paw between her legs, tucking her sundress up against her mound. She'd worn no panties today - eager to let her scent permeate. "Mmhmm," she finally answered, looking suddenly forlorn and distant. "I've...touched myself a few times..." she shrugged, "I get wet and cum and stuff, but I've never had cock..."
Ron nodded wearily and went back to his drink. "Do you cum every time?"
Brenda smiled, leaning forward a little. "Enough. It feels good when I cum. Like...I don't really know how to describe it. it's like peeing, you know? But...it just feels good. And my pussy walls squeeze against each other, like they would if there was a long, hard cock between them..." The girl was getting a bit flustered, and a few beads of perspiration appeared through her leg-fur. Time to get back on track. "So...you teased them first? Got them wet...why?"
Ron yawned again and got up from the table, his slippers swishing on the wood floor as he headed back to the refrigerator. "Made it easier," she heard a clink of glasses and plateware. "When I stuffed the Coke bottles in..."
Brenda nodded matter-of-factly. "Mmhmm. Weren't you worried you'd cut someone?"
Ron snorted, coming back with two apples and offering one to the vixen, who took it eagerly. "Nah, no danger of that. Their pussies weren't that tight. These were all real sluts, strip dancers, call girls, escorts, foxes with real open, deep pussies. Had a lot of cock in those..."
"Show me yours..."
"Excuse me?" Ron really thought he'd misheard.
Brenda chuckled, taking a slow bite of her apple. "I want to see your cock...you're not wearing anything under that robe anyway. You sleep naked. You have since you were 14 when your mother came in and tried to have sex with you. I know all about it. So..." She leaned on her elbows and smiled winsomely. "Let's see it..."
The fox's eyes widened and then he shook his head. "No. I'm not allowed, kid, and you're a minor. I'd be breaking the law."
She shrugged, "I don't really give a damn about the law. I want to be a psychiatrist, not a cop. Now show it, or else..."
Ron sighed and looked at the girl for some time before reaching down, grasping the knot of his cloth and untying it, letting the robe part outwards. Between his legs, his vulpine sex looked like a dead thing, shriveled and lifeless, like the husk of old corn.
Brenda looked unimpressed. "Not much to it, is there?"
He started to cover up again, seething red in his cheeks. "In my defense, it's chilly in here, and I AM dealing with a psycho."
The vixen snorted. "23 women. All kidnapped, viciously tortured after heavy sedation, then brutally raped and tied up, some bleeding, others almost unconscious. Yes, right, I'm the psycho. Give me the robe."
Ron glared at the girl before sliding the cloth off of his broad frame, tossing it at her angrily. "So that's your game, huh?" and slowly he grinned, "Gonna...psycho-analyze me or something huh? Pull the lid off The Texas Tease's head and get a look at what makes him tick?" His sheath had started to twitch and tug, and a bit of his fox sex started to emerge, getting aroused.
The girl grinned as well, getting up from the table and sliding her paws up and under her sundress, grasping the hem and pulling it up her body. The silky cotton brushed over her tummy and then along her bare breasts as she pulled the dress up and over her head, her pert globes bobbling briefly, capped by luscious, thick pink nipples.
"Actually," she breathed as she watched his stunned expression, now completely naked except for her sandals. "I was hoping we could do a bit more than that..."
* *
They cuddled for a while on the sofa, sharing soft kisses, each one becoming a bit deeper, demanding, wetter, as their tongues started a slow, gentle dance, exploring one another's tastes. She'd made him cum once, using her paw only, and it had been as glorious as she'd hoped. He'd hardly lasted more than a minute. Her paw had been like magic, the small digits barely able to hold him all when he was fully erect. Then it was just eager, hard and firm squeezes and jerks until his cum started shooting upwards, and she excitedly grabbed at it.
She knew what she was doing. Paw-jobs were her favorite thing to do.
"Mmm," she nuzzled his neck and murred softly, still stroking his member. "Now...tell me more...about the girls? What all...did you do?"
While he talked, she grasped his hardness in her paw again and fisted him up and down. "Ohh...I...I...would find a really hot slut, vixens are so easy. I mean...ohhh...they're just perfect. I'd get a fresh one every time. A new strip hall, a new dive, a new bar, never the same place twice. That's..." He shuddered, his cock leaking a gush of pre, "the key. I've..." his eyes squeezed shut as Brenda started to move her paw faster, "g-got a list of...fifty or so places to go to. And...aahhiii...ooooh..." Suddenly his sex erupted in another froth of fox-cum, shooting uncontrollably, wetting the girl's paw, drenching her digits in his scent.
He leaned back on the sofa, legs spread, his sex still throbbing, and shook himself all over, opening his eyes to look at the girl. "What are you doing?"
The vixen just smiled, shaking her head. "Can't tell you yet...but..." She took hold of his paw, pulling it down between her legs, letting him feel the slick heat of her aroused mound. "Can you...sh-show me...some of what you did to them?" Her blue eyes twinkled now, showing mirth and excitement, the kind of look a girl got when her favorite pop-singer was coming down off the stage to hug her. Behind the eyes however, Ron saw something else.
Eager curiosity.
And it frightened him...
"I...I c-can't. You...you don't understand, Brenda, I...you can't be...I mean, you're too..."
She grinned, and her paw started to drag his across her wet slit. "Mm...because I'm wanting it, is that it? It's no fun if the girl wants it, is it? She has to be forced, you have to show power. Sorry, Ron...you don't get that option this time. I'm the one in control now, and you'll do what I say. Now," she murred softly and gave his chest a soft kiss. "Show me..."
* *
Brenda gasped several times as the fox tied and re-tied her paws behind her back, each time fumbling with the knot and muttering a stiff apology for his mis-steps. "I'm...I'm nervous..." he said shakily, and finally managed to secure the girl's arms and push her back down on the sofa.
The vixen smiled up at him, licking her lips. "You always tied them first like this? Why leave the legs free?" She lifted a calf and footpaw up towards him, sexily pointing her toes.
Ron shrugged, taking her footpaw and massaging it, causing her to murr softly and splay her toes in pleasure. "I wanted them to feel like...they could...get away somehow. I didn't want them to feel completely helpless. I..." he looked down at her leg, and followed it up to her crotch, seeing her swollen mons glistening and full through short tufts of silky-white netherfur. "I...wanted them to...to..."
Brenda's eyes narrowed. "Fight or flight. You wanted them to feel like they could possibly escape somehow, maybe make a break for the door...or an open window. Or...you wanted them to try to fight you. I read about that, during the trial. Prosecution testified you had a black-belt, right? So...it was really useless for the other vixens to try and fight you, you'd just beat them senseless..." As she talked, her blue eyes seemed to smoulder. "Do you think you could overpower me like that? I'm just a girl...it'd be easy, wouldn't it?"
Ron's expression changed to pure dread. "Oh...no...I couldn't, you're too young, Brenda, I could never-"
His head suddenly snapped back as the vixen's footpaw shot up and landed squarely on his jaw in a hard kick, and he saw red stars swimming in his vision for a moment. A trickle of blood came from the corner of his lips. He stared down at her and she giggled.
"Black-belt. 2010. One of the youngest in my age-group. Thinking I might go to State next year, if Mom lets me..."
"You...you little..." He started to back away and Brenda was up from the sofa and on her feet in one fluid motion, like a dancer.
"Come ON, RON..." she smiled, advancing towards him. "You can do it. You can't afford to stop now. You could get lucky and kill me. Then this all ends, right?" She slowly moved her head around on her slender neck, getting out several cracks and loosening her body, "you can probably ditch the phone someplace, or better yet, break it. Or use my phone to change the address I programmed..." With an ear-piercing shreik she lunged at him, getting in two more solid kicks to his face and chest before he could counter, blocking her next kick with a hard arm chop that took her off-balance momentarily.
The two stood looking at one another, breathing heavily, claws out, naked, their bodies tinged with sweat. "Come on, foxy," Brenda murred, taking a step forward. "If you win...you get to fuck my virgin pussy with your long, thick cock as deep as I can take it..." As she spoke, she laid a paw on her belly and splayed her fingers outwards as she stroked down to her sex, worrying the wet folds around and pinching the swollen flesh of her clit between them.
Ron struggled to hold the raging erection already between his legs, pushed completely from its sheath and pumping hot blood. "I...I..." He reached down to touch his length, the tip already smeared with some of his pre, and he ran his paw up and down it slowly. "Ohh...you...want this?" he murmured, closing his eyes.
Brenda suddenly kicked up, her foot connecting with the fox's jaw again and causing him to stagger backwards, holding his bleeding mouth in pain. "Stop it..." she hissed at him, breathing heavily. "You can't enjoy this. It's against the rules..."
Ron's brown eyes narrowed and his body stiffened, his arm muscles bulging as he got into a perfect naihanchi-dachi, feet planted. Brenda smiled and followed suit, in a slightly different stance, her feet spread just a bit less apart, fisted paws raised in front of her.
"Fight..." the vixen panted, blue eyes locked on her new opponent.
Ron tried not to look too hard at her. The way she looked now, breathing heavily, full, gorgeous breasts rising up and down with each inhale and exhale, a trickle of her scent and juices clinging to her netherfur like raindrops, the rest of her fur from head to toes practically drenched in perspiration. Behind her, a lithsome, fluffy and expressive tail twitched back and forth, almost as if fanning her scent.
The older fox blinked a few times, trying to clear his sight of her beauty, and Brenda caught him quickly in the chest with a hard punch, temporarily knocking the wind from him and doubling him over. The next punch missed its mark and sailed just inches from his muzzle, and he swung forward with a glancing blow, hitting Brenda's cheek and breaking a few whiskers.
"Good," she smiled, shaking her head a few times, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders in rivlets. "Well, better anyway...now really try to hit me..."
Ron growled and suddenly charged the smaller fox, throwing his full 210-pound frame into the lunge and knocking Brenda off her feet. She had time to gasp before she was slammed against the couch. The back of her head smacked against the wooden frame and she yelped in some pain, immediately wrapping her arms and legs around him and trying to claw his face. Ron grabbed hold of one arm, wrenching it back painfully behind her and pinning, while his knee pressed down against her thigh to trap her, panting wildly.
"Oooh, yes, there we go..." she was whimpering, mmming and licking her lips incessantly, feeling Ron's full member suddenly pressed up against her folds. "Yeah, come on...t-take me. I want it..." Her legs squeezed him and she murred softly, like a lover in utter abandon for warmth. "Come on...I-I'm s-so...tight...yes..."
Ron's eyes blazed as he pushed off of the floor, leaving Brenda gasping, pawwing over a glistening set of full, ripe netherlips. "Get out of here..." he said in a voice that was as dry as the Sahara, choked with emotion. "Get out...or...I swear..." But his paw was already wrapping around his member, tugging at it, feeling it so alive and hot, like an animal unleashed. A few quick pulls was all Brenda could stand as she crawled over on all fours, her paw coming up and holding the fox's ripe, full sex around the engorged flaring tip and squeezing.
It was all Ron could take. In a loud moan, his seed spurted forth, coating Brenda's fingers. Instantly the girl was mashed against him, her breasts pressed against his thighs as she gulped mouthful after mouthful of fox-cum, mmmming hungrily and running her lips across her maw with each drink. When she finally pulled her face away, not a drop of his seed remained. She looked up at him and swallowed hugely before smiling gleefully.
"Mmm...ooooh, baby, that was sooo hot..." She laid back on the carpet, arms to her chest, squirming and writhing her hips back and forth. "Come on...I'm so ready for you now...do it...d-do it..." Her eyes closed and Ron was upon her, grabbing her paws and pulling them back behind her, crushing her lithe form under his massive weight, his full erection still pumping, trying to push into her.
"Y-you're...such a bad...g-girl," Ron breathed hard against her face, and her whiskers twitched excitedly as she moaned in response. "So...b-bad...you...you're getting...p-punished." He flexed his butt-cheeks tightly, felt his whole body shake, and then slipped into her warmth, causing her to gasp and yelp in pain as her netherlips were stretched and then spread wide to take him.
She felt the push. His enormous tip paused against her hymen, seeking entrance, and she bit her lip hard, trying not to cry out. He jabbed against her and she felt her insides turn gooey with her juices. "Mmm...now, baby...n-ow...nowwww..."
Ron shut his eyes tightly against a blinding fury as a wrack of red flashed before his eyes, and he shook his head hard, nearly jarring his brains as he pulled suddenly out of her, throwing himself back onto his knees and pantng hard, staring at her with vicious hate.
"You want it..." he croaked out through bared teeth, sweat profusely covering his muzzle and dripping from his chin. "Y-you're just like...all the others..." He wiped his mouth. "J-just a ssslut!" He spat the word in disgust. "A f-fucking...whore..." His eyes wildly looked around, falling on the living room coffee-table, and the empty Jack Daniels bottle glistening there.
He scrambled away on all-fours, swiftly grabbing the bottle and returning with it, growling down at his companion. Brenda's blue eyes widened, but a strange, soft smile came to her face. Ron didn't like that smile, the way it made her look. Now she just looked...different.
Without a word, he crammed his weight back down atop of her, knocking the air from her lungs with an elbow against her throat, while his other paw positioned the bottle and started to push.
"Mmm...mmmmf..." Brenda's murrs turned louder, becoming almost like growls, joining his rumbling sounds as he pushed the bottle in deeper, the narrow neck extending out to the thicker base, causing her netherlips to spread again. "Uhhhhnn! UHHH!!"
She felt the pop of her hymen. It was glorious. The blood trickled and then flowed inside her as flesh was torn and then invaded. The bottle never wavered, never stopped. Her walls closed around the glass like it was a living thing and squeezed, and she let out a loud cry of pain and delight as she came hard around the bottle, even as it continued to dig into her body.
As Brenda started to cry out again, Ron raised a paw back and slapped her face hard, enough to draw a lick of blood and stain her muzzle. "So...b-bad..." he said, and slapped her again, and then again. "S-so...b-bad..."
He kept slapping her. Brenda tried to struggle at first, to call for help, and then her vision swam in and out of focus, a million lights trying to flicker in front of her eyes.
When he started to use his fists, she lost consciousness.
* *
She lay panting and shivering on the carpet, dazed and bleeding profusely between her bound legs, curled up into a fetal position and sobbing. Masked around her muzzle was grey duct tape.
Ron was in the kitchen, still naked, spreading out a black garbage bag on the table and stuffing Brenda's clothes into it. He looked at the smart-phone blinking at him and thumbed the touchpad, noticing a message there:
"come home soon. dinner's ready. Hope your interview went well. Love from mom."
He looked at the girl shaking and crying in the other room and then clenched his fist down on the phone as hard as he could, splintering the cover and causing it to spark. He then finished collecting all the girl's things into the bag, placed the smashed phone inside, then added a few large bricks from the window sill he usually kept for planting outdoors.
It would have to be good, he thought to himself, better than the others.
He couldn't kill her. His only chance was to erase her from ever being there. He would drive the bag and the girl far away from the city, at least to the limits, and dump the bag in one of the lakes. Harris County had 84 good fishing lakes. He was bound to find one that was nice and deep. For a moment he thought about fishermen, sunning themselves and chatting about the Rangers as they yanked and tugged on their lines in the dark water:
"Whatcha got there, Hank?" "Dunno but it's damned big! Help me pull 'er in, Sam!" "It looks like...plastic..."
Ron shook his head. These were only things that might be. He still had a chance. Dump the bag, dump the girl in one of the forests out there, come back and make a fast exit. He could pack away his whole life in a matter of hours, jump into his truck and...
"Th-that was...amazing..."
Ron was jangled from his thoughts by the voice and his head snapped up to find Brenda, naked and bleeding, holding up balled-up duct-tape as she looked at him with blazing blue eyes.
For a moment, he couldn't speak.
"Come on, Ron..." the vixen giggled as she padded past him on her toes, "Duct-tape? Really?" She looked at herself in the reflection of the stainless-steel refrigerator and pawed at her whiskers and muzzle, frowning. "Think I lost a tooth...nope, still there. Whew..." She turned and beamed at him, looking like the happiest girl in the world. "What are you doing? I need those!" Brenda suddenly laughed, ripping the bag from the fox's paws and getting out her clothes. She caught his dazed expression as she wiggled into her sundress.
"Ron...relax...I'm not going to tell. A deal's a deal, remember?"
Ron finally could talk. "I...w-what do you mean? Y-you're...really?"
Brenda nodded. "Really, really. Cross my heart and hope to die." She frowned as she looked at the bits of her phone still on the table. "$198.99, Ron. WalMart out on Route 32. I'll expect it next week, okay? Just leave it in your mailbox for me. S'ok, it barely worked anyway."
"But...the GPS?"
The girl shrugged, still smiling. "Doesn't work. I took a shot, sue me." She came up to him, murring softly and pressing her nude, glistening form against his, her paw reaching down to press against his slowly-hardening member. "Mmm...what a wonderful fox..." She whispered against his mouth and then kissed him full and deeply.
Ron started to protest, to push her away, but the warmth was already spreading over his body, and his erection had become throbbing and huge. By the time she lowered him to the floor and straddled his legs, he was aching for her.
* *
He was jerked awake in the middle of the night by a loud thumping at his back door, and stumbled, still groggy, from his bed, fumbling for a robe and slippers as he padded through the kitchen. He switched on a light by the stove and peered out the small window.
It was Brenda.
He growled and thumbed the chain, opening it only about a foot. "Brenda, what the hell?! Do you have any idea what time it is? What do you want?"
The vixen giggled, looking absolutely ravishing in a bright red bikini top and faded jean shorts that shaped her taut cheeks like a glove. "I have something for you. To say thank you...I sort of happened by it while shopping a few weeks ago, and thought you'd really like it. Come on...this way..." She whirled around, still giggling merrily.
"Brenda, for God's sake, can't this keep til morn-"
"No, come on! Hurry!"
She looked absolutely exhilirated as she practically skipped across the front lawn, humming a little tune to herself. Her thick bushy tail swayed out from above her shorts and danced behind her as she led Ron to the back of her car in the driveway and opened the trunk with a flourish.
Ron stared in shock and his insides immediately turned to water as he wet himself. His eyes bulged and a trail of saliva started down his chin as he looked at the vixen curled up inside whimpering silently, paws tied behind her back with duct-tape, a black gag covering her mouth, her bright blue eyes spilling over with tears.
"So..." Brenda smiled and her eyes glittered in the glow of the streetlamp light as she innocently inquired to the shaking fox, "What would you like to do to her first...?"
END