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#4 of Serena's Encounter
Onward they came, their screeching voices imbedding themselves into Serena's mind as their slow progression made the time drag on. There was nothing to do, her options had run out, even if she could manage the impossible task of getting through the crowding horde and out of the court she still had no idea how to get back to the street. Despair held tight to her mind, bringing her to the edge of tears as the pathetically misshapen bodies of the Screechers gathered closer.
Serena would have started to crawl herself backwards again, aware that it wouldn't help but she wanted to prolong this coming misery as much as she could. One of the Screechers started to creep in close, using its little stubby arms to balance itself against Serena's exposed leg. With a stubborn grunt she vaunts up the heel of her foot into the creature's head. To her surprise it felt rather solid, though, she grimaced as she felt something give away beneath the layer of 'ash'. A rather short screech is uttered from the being as it doubles over itself and begins to twitch horribly, moving very well beyond the physical riggers of its body and writhing, letting out nothing but a God awful wail into the night.
But this show didn't seem to deter the others as they still continued on, simply walking over their writhing brother and coming ever closer to Serena. The reaction that she witnessed from the force of her kick almost made her sick just with the pure uncanny movements that had began. Could they feel pain? She didn't care, it stopped them.
Furiously she lashed out at the aggressors, kicking them away from her, making them topple over, their cries joining in chorus with each other. But, it was too little, too late. The few that she fell were only replaced by dozens more, she couldn't keep up, and her legs were beginning to be engulfed by their sickening touch,
"Oh, no!" She wailed as she closed her eyes, feeling them begin to overtake her torso, tugging upon her dress.
And then there was silence.
She could hear nothing but her breathing, and the strong pump of her heart within her chest. What happened? Slowly she opened her eyes and saw that the horde was still there, with one of the Screechers nearly face to face with Serena herself. They were silent, and still as stones. She didn't dare speak, or utter any sort of sound, or move, but merely waited. Why had they stopped?
Her answer came in the sound of a peculiar noise that she hadn't noticed before. It was a dull scrape, sounding as if something heavy was being dragged against the concrete of the alley ahead, for that's where she believed it was coming from. But what did it mean? Could it be that this was the reason the Ashen Ones had stopped?
The scrape came in small intervals, stopping for only a moment or two before resounding itself. A slew of horrors entered her mind as to what it could be; each of the images raising the terrified anxiety that gripped the sinews of her chest. The fact that the Screechers were unmoving made the wait that much worse. Just then, a form began to emerge from the corner.
It was a beak. Its angle protruded slowly from the wall in perfect timing with the scraping, moving and halting with the sound. Slowly the being's form is revealed, and Serena's numerous thoughts couldn't have prepared her for this.
A human, though, not any sort Serena had seen before. The form was gigantic, easily reaching six feet in height despite the fact that it was hunched over, walking with a sort of unseen strain that's given reason only a moment later. Within its right hand was a great steel length that Serena identified as a sword. Several feet in length it was, and probably obscenely heavy giving the fact that this had difficulty in carrying it. Surprising, as this body was fit, almost too fit for words. The only likeness worthy of describing such dating back to the days when the Greeks and the Romans polished granite and limestone in their likeness. Creating bodies that were chiseled to perfection to reflect the strength of a whole society. To hearten their allies and intimidate their foes. This form seemed to be one of these statues come to life. Yet, disquieting, for it was faceless, concealed by a massive cryptic helmet of oxidized steel, shaped in the form of an oblong pyramid.
This hulking mass of masculinity turned the corner and started to walk towards the court, moving straight towards Serena. Her eyes must have been getting use to the oppressive darkness, for she could make out every little detail of its... Of his body. Serena gaped, for it walked free of clothing, revealing all that he had to bear. The very presence of this person shed to this dark world something perfected and orderly, but still scarred, somehow, in its own way.
Serena didn't know what to think, there were too many occasions today where she felt safe only to be vaulted headlong into danger. Too many occasions where things made sense only to be torn apart. She was wary, though, as her thoughts warned her of caution the horde of Screechers began to move. A startled gasp escapes her lips as they moved in unison, moving away from her and clearing the court. Going as far as to climb up the fence, risking even the barbed wire at the top in order to suddenly fall down the other side.
As they moved away, Serena's eyes focused themselves upon the approaching figure, his size becoming appalling as the distance closed. The kitten tried to get to her feet, failing after a start but succeeding a second time with the support of the fence, she felt inclined to lean against the corner, digits lacing themselves through the rings,
"Hello?.." She uttered in a low, questioning voice as the figure approached. Serena didn't know what to focus on; there was no face to read to tell what this man was thinking. Her gaze darted about his form, trying to find something distinguishable and yet trying also not to simply stare towards the endowed expanse of his exposed genitalia. She would be more at ease if it wasn't for the sword that he carried, each step came to her as a threat, yet, the slow advance he was giving her confused her, and why hadn't he answered her?
"Can you help me?" Serena asked, her voice strengthened, but fading once more to a whisper as the man's body continued to draw nearer to her, reaching now within a few mere feet. He halted, seeming to be quite still, was he even... Breathing? There was something unnatural at work, and Serena's ebbed fears began to resurface, this couldn't be right. Quickly she scanned the area and noticed that the horde hadn't vanished, no, they were silenced but standing all around the fence of the court, watching her. Something within her told her to stop being a fool and flee, no salvation could be had here, not even with this man.
With a final grip on the fence Serena pushed off and lunged towards the direction of the open alleyway, her first steps taken before the man moved. It was a quick movement, if you could call the simple act of raising such a massive arm quick, catching Serena about the abdomen as she literally conformed around such. In an instant she was lifted (almost too easily) off her feet and flung back against the fence with enough force to startle her back down to the ground. Serena knew that this man could have hurtled her much harder, she'd think even that he could have tossed her over the fence if he so choose, and this knowledge seized her mind in a new embrace of fear. She was at his mercy. Her eyes caught the sight of his hand change the grip on his sword before then raising it up as if it were a toy.
He was going to kill her. Terror crawled through her body and froze her in place, eyes glued to the lofted barbaric weapon,
"No... No, please!" Serena tried to scream, but all that was voiced was some incoherent babble. The man paid no heed to her as the sheer might of his arm held the blade over his head before it came crashing down.
Serena screamed out now before feeling the powerful force of the blow render the tar apart at her left. Her head turned to the sword, all too near for comfort even if it was imbedded into the ground. She tried leaping away from the deadly steel, only to feel the cold links of the fence against her bare arm just inches away. She was pinned. From her grounded position she looked up, only to have her eyes widen in surprise, a gasp escaping at the sight.
Before her stood the man, like a tower he was with his body straightened to its fullest extent, shoulders broad, the beak of the pyramid pointed downwards towards her, taking in her pathetic sight. He must have been just below eight feet tall, but it wasn't his height that surprised her.
Protruding from the male's groin was his exposed intimates, if one could call it that. So lewd was the plain display of the erected flesh that there couldn't possibly be any sort of 'intimacy' about it. But, alike to the rest of his body, this man's endowment was adjacent to the perfection of his form. Straight and thick his malehood would display itself shamelessly to the feline, the length reaching quite near to a foot while its circumference was nearly that of her forearm.
Serena's eyes were locked to the unsightly tool, as her thoughts became all too clear as to the 'intentions' of this man. She started to shake her head,
"No, absolutely not! You fucking per-!" Her voice concluded itself in a frightened squeal as one of the man's large hands reached down to take hold of the entirety of her head, cupping about the back of such as he pulled her to her feet, pulling her face against his sexual flesh. Indeed, she actually had to stand in order to reach such. She whined pitifully as she felt the heated flesh press against her face. A whimper escapes her as the male uses her, gripping her head and steadying his member with the other as he rubbed her face against his swollen length.
What could she do? The man was too strong for her to fight back, but she didn't want this, no, she couldn't give in to something like this, there had to be a way out. The kitten did what she could, her claws extended as they reached up to claw, brutally, at the arm that bound her head. Yet, she continued, kicking also at the man's shins and going as far as bearing her teeth to bite down upon the male's member. Her jaw clenched, putting as much pressure as she could upon the piece of flesh. The forced movements of her head paused, but no sounds of pain were being produced. As confused as she was she didn't dare let up, that is, until she felt the extreme grip of the man's hand tighten upon the back of her head.
The weight was crushing; she could feel cartilage that she didn't know she had popping and joints shifting with the pressure. Her jaw was even being forced apart from the numbing sensation she felt. Serena groaned in pain, instantly falling limp with a whimper as she was made to release his member from the confines of her teeth.
She was beaten again, and it was only too obvious as the male began to grind her face against the vast inches of his length. Using for some moments the pressure he had initiated before sedating it back to his eased, yet still powerful, grip.
With her face being dragged against the taut flesh Serena ventured a peak at her paws, noticing traces of torn flesh and blood. Did this man feel no pain? No, he had to; he wouldn't have reacted if it didn't bother him. He, simply, was in control, and there was nothing Serena could do about it. Again she thought about her options, of which were quite slim... Her gut twisted as she realized the inevitable truth.
The French maid clad feline opened her mouth once more, but now with her teeth kept behind her pouting lips as her head turned to caress against the thickened flesh. As the hand upon her head moved her, her lips groped wetly upon the length, warming such even more with the organic heat of her saliva.
Serena initiated such carefully; not even fully sure if she had the means to do so. But, there wasn't any offending reaction from the man before her. Maybe... Just maybe if she did what this man wanted, he'll let her go. It was the only thing her beleaguered mind could conclude, and she was going to carry it out, no matter how much it sickened her.
As she made her resolve her lips grew more eager. Her mouth widened, taking in more of the thick member as she gave brief noisy sucks along the side of such. The fur along her cheek was becoming moist from her own attentions upon him, but she continued all the same, drawing out her tongue now to have it glaze along the entirety of him, at least as much as he allowed with the movement of her head. She reaches her paws up, doing so tentatively as they wrap about the formidable base of his shaft. With her grip made she begins to pump her paws together along him, doing so at a moderate pace as she uses some of her accumulated saliva to lubricate the progression. It seemed to be having its effect.
After some moments the man's grip wanes and releases her head. Serena took that as a sign to continue as she was, since the hand that had steadied his member had also lowered, giving her more freedom...
She took hold of the opportunity and positioned herself in front of him, angling his rod upwards in slight and tucking her head down against him in order to have her tongue drag itself along the bulging vein beneath. Serena completes the lap and begins to suck upon the blossomed head as her paws shift, one continuing to pump slowly along the thicker inches near to his body whilst the other began to carefully grope at his sack.
All throughout her administrations the man was silent, his form unmoving, not even swaying from the momentum of her paws. Serena didn't know if this was necessarily good or bad, she had been surrounded by such unnerving sounds before now that the sound of her wet suckles echoing off the near by buildings disquieted her in slight. But, she tried not to think about it, she had to get through this, she just had to keep going until he was finished.
Serena heightened her attentions upon him, moving now to have her lips wrap themselves completely about the thick head and give a deep and slow suck, using her sunken cheeks and her tongue to accentuate such as the one paw upon his shaft mimics her mouth, stroking downwards as she engulfs him and moving up as she releases the reddened vanguard with a lewd slurp. She moves herself over him once again, relaxing her jaw as she attempts to take more of his length into her mouth. An exhaled sigh would escape her as she sinks the end inches of his member into her maw, sucking deeply upon the flesh while her tongue strokes along the vein below. She begins to rock her head back and forth now, tightening her jaw as she retracts and loosening as she takes him in once more, sucking all the while. Careful now not to move completely off him as her paws worked in rhythm with her movements.
As much as she dreaded the thought, Serena couldn't help but feel that certain tension welling itself deep within the confines of her lithe body. The feeling made her twitch, causing then her tail to start whipping about in a hurried manner. It was something about savoring the heat that was emitting from the tool that she was operating herself on, it made her squirm, and she could feel the pretense of a purr beginning within her throat. A frustrated whimper soon followed, she felt so low, feeling enticed by the abhorring situation she was in. She shunned herself and her thoughts, damning the fact that she was even here. But that didn't relieve the fire building up in her loins, nor the damp moisture that was causing her legs to clamp themselves closer together. She pushed the thoughts out of her head; all that mattered was getting this over as quickly as possible. And as... Provocatively as possible. But, maybe she could indulge? Just a little?
The kitten continued upon the male's endowment, doing so until her jaw began to ache. Though, as she began to feel the urgings of her body she risked a low groan to let vibrate her throat, doing so as she suckled the inches deep into her maw, holding such there as her mouth conformed and caressed against the erected flesh. The paw she was using to pump along the rest of him was thoroughly slicked, and she was shifting such quickly, a little disbelieving in this man's stamina while at the same time hoping that his finish will come soon, and hopefully with some sort of warning. The male was near to impossible to read, standing like some imposing, immovable statue as the dainty little plaything pleased him. The thought made her sick with resentment, but she just pushed it out of her mind... She then felt a grip cover the back of her head.
Serena froze, eyes opening now in order to regard the form before her, glancing upwards to the ominous shape of the helmet for a moment before feeling the grip tighten, pulling her from the male's engorged member. Was he going to cum? Serena cringed as her paws reached up to shield her face. But, as soon as she had done this she's cast off, flung against the fence. Serena's light body collides once more to the cold steel of the barricade, and it was now that she noticed that the horde was still around. Her eyes surveyed the area and they were all about her, they had watched her all this time. The feline's already flushed face began to burn with a renewed blush of shame and embarrassment the likes of which was relatively short lived as the hulking mass in front of her reached forward once more.
It was different now. There was an eager lunge to the grab that made Serena gasp in a flustered shriek as he roughly took her by her shoulder and turned her around, pushing her against the fence and pinning her with the same hand. Within moments Serena felt the heat of his other enormous hand caressing along the backs of her lengthy legs, causing sheer chills to run their way treacherously up her body, shifting her even to 'present' her rear all the more to him, bending her over slightly. In reaction she would have clenched her legs together, fearing the feel of one of the monster's large fingers gliding itself up along the luscious crease of her supple appendages. She couldn't help but whimper, turning her head to look towards the behemoth with an imploring gaze, she knew what he wanted and she didn't want to go any further, no matter what her body was begging for. His powerful touch made her squeal and pant in quilt ridden excitement, which caused her paws to cling desperately to the fence.
There was no stopping him, one of his large fingers eventually worked itself between her creamy thighs and wasted no time in dragging itself upwards to her crotch, where the male began to stroke. The sensation was as pleasing as it was disastrous. Serena tilted her head against the rings of the fence and moaned aloud, actually squeezing her thighs ever closer together to get a better feel of the man's thick finger against her. She grimaced, feeling how she had succumbed so easily to the touch and immediately regretting it. But she was so wet... Her panties were beginning to get soaked, and it'd be all too obvious to her assailant. It... It wasn't fair. But, before she had much time to think about it the hand caressing at her sex shifted itself in order to hook its thumb into the back of her panties and pull. The strength was scary as Serena was surprised with how quickly the elastic of the material gave way and snapped from her. She immediately felt the cool air waft against her bare nethers, causing a surprised shiver to move through her form. But the hand didn't return... Serena's heart raced, coursing her blood quickly through her veins as she ventured a pathetic look over her shoulder.
As before, the male stood at his full height, body lit by the gloomy 'unlight' that made it possible to see within the surrounding dark; such illuminating the near inhuman framework of his perfected muscular system. His demeanor hadn't changed, it remaining as the noiseless indomitable presence that had presented itself when he had emerged from the alley. Though... There was something different, nearly unnoticeable. The male's broad shoulders were shifting, pectorals flexing with bated, unheard breath. Serena's gaze latched onto the sight, mesmerized by the slight flux that was created upon the man's chest just due to the simple act of breathing. Lower her gaze fell, until it reached the imposing structure of his slick rod, it glistening with the attention the kitten before him had delivered near all too willingly.
He moved, form looming over the tiny frame of the scantly clad kitten as he bent his torso over her, legs bending in order to accommodate himself to her petite height. One of his powerful hands would have reached forward to grab onto the fence, his arm dwarfing her figure whilst the other hand gripped his malehood in a secure grip.
The movements would have caused Serena's knees to buckle as a mixed whimper of fear and anticipation left her as the large figure closed in about her. As his proximity grew closer her body would feel the natural heat radiating from his own. She tried pushing herself up closer to the fence, jaw quaking as pathetic mews of reluctance escaped. Tightly her legs are squeezed together, the feline goes as far as attempting to cover her exposed slit with her tail, draping the malleable appendage over such with the thought that it might actually help. She was mistaken.
The figure shifted once more, guiding the lewd length of his shaft in order to have the wet tip of himself drag itself up the crease of her legs, much like how he had done with his finger before... But this... This was so much thicker, so much more 'fuller'. The feeling made Serena squirm in an alarmed delight that caused her to utter a strained whine as she tried once more to push herself further into the fence, but little did she know that this was offering her lower torso upwards in an all too easily accessible angle. It's exploited as the thick head of the male is ground up against Serena's exposed self, protected only by the thin width of her tail. But the lewd stroke had its effect, Serena felt her body lurch, hips tipping and rocking themselves against the grind as she shuddered out a shaken sigh.
Once again, her mind was a mess. The need of her body was tormenting the morality within her mind and she couldn't choose. Her indulgence was spent, she had indulged all she wanted, and being taken by this man fully wasn't what she had intended. Maybe if she had tried harder before, she wouldn't be in this current dilemma. The feeling in her gut refused any of the logic that was coming from her mind. She was hungry, a powerful lusting for this hulking mass of muscle had imbedded itself within her body and she needed him... Every inch that he could give... But how could she let herself do that, especially in a place like this? No, it was wrong, but she had gone too far now to simply turn away...
"Please..." She whispered as she felt the male's hands move, gliding along the sides of her body until they reached her thick thighs. His strong fingers wrapped themselves easily about her limbs and pulled them apart. The action was quick, a short jerk that caused Serena to gasp into a groan, as she knew what was coming. Her head turned, burying her face into one of her curled arms as the hands moved again, moving back to the fence as one grabbed hold of her tail and yanked it away. She was defenseless.
No time would be wasted, Serena felt the pressure of his heated tool press itself against her sex, only to be swallowed up by her body as he jerked forward with a strong push, pinning Serena that much further against the fence. The feline lets out a cry, feeling the corridor of her sex being filled in only a few moments with the male's throbbing appendage. He had forced himself into her deeply; disregarding how tightly her body had been clenched with the pure animalistic drive he was pouring over her now.
At the moment Serena felt the inches of him delve themselves into her body she felt him retract, only to plummet himself down into her once more. Forcing himself upon her, stretching her sex to its extremes, and she gripped him like a glove... The passage of his cock eased only by the moisture that had been accumulating within her body as she pleased him before. The male was eager with her, moving himself into a mercilessly hastened pace as the whole of his figure moved itself against her. His weight and dominance only adding to the force that was being pushed into Serena's wailing body.
The feline, indeed, was vocalizing the ravaging motions that were pushing themselves into the core of her form. Like a vice the male gripped at her waist, covering the whole of such as his lengthy fingers splayed and held strong along her abdomen, holding her securely there as his hips pumped. Serena hadn't expected such a sudden onslaught. The fleshy length took no heed to the delicate expanse of her intimate fleshes, penetrating even into the deepest of her chambers, where the feel of the engrossed tip of his member was colliding ever so frequently against her cervix. It was painful. Serena's mouth would have been ajar, uttering shortly screeched grunts with pitched whines, only to be followed with her rejection of the male,
"P-Please!.. Nngh! Stop!" Her pleas were unheeded though, and the aggression continued on, bearing itself upon Serena's petite body without pause. Despite the pain, Serena felt a powerful counterbalance forming within her mind. It goes without saying that the male's bucking hips, his forceful manner, and the tight grip he was using pained Serena, but she wasn't focusing on that all the time... No, instead her mind would be concentrating upon the feel of the male's fleshy growth grinding its veined surface ever so tightly against her insides. The strong ridge surrounding the head of his member giving her an earth shattering foreshadowing for what's to come with each indulgent thrust he pushes into her body. It'd be within moments that the pain didn't seem to be all that important as wave after wave of pleasure began to rock through her body, accentuated even further by the occasional collisions against her cervix, which give her a wickedly strong pulse through her nerves. The feline's body would begin to heat up as her mind begins to favor the undeniable pleasure she was feeling,
"No... Please, stop..." She heard herself saying, but it's not what she wanted. Her grunting and her whines soon became replaced by astonished gasps, which only lead into deep groans of longing. Then, without any pretense or warning, she began to feel her body tense. It would have came so suddenly, it causing her body to seize up as her paws clamped themselves tightly upon the fence in order to push back against her assailant,
"Ooh!.. Oohh!! I'm... I'm!!" Serena was breathless as she felt her climax build itself up within her body, such only coming that much faster as the push she gave back against the male caused his already penetrating motions to delve just that much further, that much rougher against her. He seemed to have known it was coming, for his powerful body had began to shift itself with a renewed vigor, his grip tightening, member pounding into her, enough now that the weight of his sack began to slap itself against her violated folds. Serena feels the surge coming, it making the whole of her body tingle as she began to emit a loud whine before catching her breath for the final fall. The tingling in her body blossoms as her sex clamps itself down upon her intruder; spurting her juices upon such and making the feel of his throbbing inches all the more enticing. A lewd slosh would fill the air now as the male's actions never cease, even with the tightening of her sex, his rhythm keeps its pace, there by hurtling Serena into yet another spinning torrent of pleasure,
"Ohh, God!..." The feline's grunts and whimpers would now be made in euphoric pleasure as she begins to feel faint, panting now with the effects of her climaxes. She used the flimsy barrier of the fence to hold herself up, such rattling continuously with the momentum being forced upon it. Serena felt the heated liquid of her inner juices begin to trail down her thighs, thus only adding to the wet mess that was sounding off with each piston thrust into her body. She was finding it hard to catch her breath, her vision was bleary with the after shock of her orgasms and she was struggling to keep herself aloft in her consciousness. What made it that much worse was the quenching heat that she was wrapped within, for she was still donning the French maid suite, and it clung much too tightly to her lithe body, hindering the freedom of her breathing. No matter how much pleasure she was getting from this unknown male, she couldn't let herself pass out, it was beyond dispute, she had to keep herself conscious. The only saving grace was the fact that the pyramid headed fiend continued, pumping himself without a hint of slack or fatigue.
The constant movement kept Serena's mind preoccupied as, even with lack of breath, she moaned against the cold steel of the fence. Her newly slicked entrance made the thrusts paramount, there seldom being an occasion where she didn't feel the hard collision of his erection against the inner flesh of her cervix. The kitten's legs were jello, wobbling and twitching from the ferocity of the male's onslaught, where as, in actuality, she was relying more on the grip about her waist to keep her aloft then anything else. She was totally under his control, if it wasn't any more obvious before now. The thought would have settled now, and she accepted it. Being willing to accept it wasn't something to consider, she was his for these minutes, and she didn't know when she'd be free of this... 'Service' she was presenting to him. If only those eyes would stop staring...
For the brief moments that she'd attempt to catch a glimpse of her surroundings she'd notice that the horde would still be assembled around the court, outside of the fences, spectating in absolute and unnerving silence. She couldn't bear to look at them, their eyes staring at her, watching her submitted body being used by this hulking beast of a man. They watched her moan, watched as her body's release made it all too clear that despite anything Serena was thinking, she was enjoying it. No, being made to enjoy it, whether she wanted to or not. Then her thoughts were invaded.
A sound she didn't think she'd ever feel more surprised about hearing made itself known.
It made Serena gasp, her chest tightening with renewed tension as her eyes strained to gaze through the rings of the fence where her face was pressed towards where the sound had came from.
The sound of steel against concrete.
There was an immediate response from the horde directly in front of her as they moved from the alleyway's entrance, awaiting the coming figure that Serena knew she was about to witness.
Please... It can't be...
But, it was. From the alley's corner came the bent form of another pyramid-clad male, his stature almost perfectly identical to the one that was using Serena's body. The feline's eyes were wide in disbelief was she watched the new male turn the corner and drag the weight of his sword towards the fence of the court, the horde parting and giving him clear passage. Serena's gaze would suddenly be cut off from the new sight, as the male behind her would have suddenly lurched his hips forward in a heavy thrust, pushing Serena painstakingly far against the fence. The sudden movement caused her to utter a weak shriek before she felt the massive inches of the male's cock withdraw from her body, leaving her to fend for her own balance as his hand left her as well, only to clamp onto his pulsing appendage.
Serena fell to her knees, paws dropping to the ground as her forehead rested to the fence. She gasped for air as her body was given some moments of ease. The feline still tingled, from head to toe, in explicit pleasure, but so many factors were playing themselves upon her mind now that she couldn't let herself enjoy the 'afterglow' of such. She was exhausted, both physically and mentally. The sheer task of just keeping up with the brute had spent what endurance Serena had, and as it were, she still couldn't bring herself to accepting the fact that she was enjoying this. The mental battle had been playing through her all while she was being tussled by this freak. She just wanted it to stop, but that hope seemed to be fading rather quickly. Though, why had the male stopped? With a groan Serena would have wobbled herself more securely upon her knees in order to turn around in a rather weak fashion, her arms having stretched out to paw at the ground in order to aid her movement. Just as Serena worked her head about she was greeted with yet another surprise.
Her eyes would have focused themselves upon the male for a mere moment before she feels a hot splash of thick liquid plaster itself upon her face. Serena's eyes would have closed at that instant, her head turning away as she whimpered at the feel of the male's ejaculate coating her cheek and dampening her hair. Her body would have sunk off to the side, leaning against the fence as she felt still the weight of his lust shooting itself upon her garments, and then at times upon her curled legs. She should have known better then to just turn around like that... Serena scoffed to herself but just stayed as she was, feeling the heat of the man's juices slowly crawl down her fur, a paw began to rise in order to wipe the oppressive guck from her cheek until she heard a sharp crash to her side.
The sudden noise caused her to wheel her head about, watching what had caused such. The other male had sliced a vertical strip through the fence and was prying it effortlessly apart with his powerful arms, forcing entry. Serena started to scoot herself away from the ensuing violence, but soon found herself against the corner once more. She watched as the new male carved his way into the court, catching view of his form as she gazed over the dull side of the blade that had breached the tar before. The owner of that blade would have been approaching Serena once more. She sputtered weakly,
"Oh, no more... Please, no more..." But the words are again unheeded by the man as his hand takes a grip around the back of her head once more, where he pulls her quickly to her feet. Serena's paws would have darted up in order to cling to the massive wrist of the male as she was nearly picked up from the ground, whining out as she was carried. Her feet simply dragged along the tarred surface of the court, too weak to find themselves, though she did try, only to fail from the male's persistent movement.
They didn't go far, for within moments she was within reach of the new male, cringing at his sight as she noticed his own elongated length protruding from his groin. Serena's stomach lurched to the prospect that entered her mind, and she began to panic,
"N--No! You can't! Please!" She screamed, kicking her legs in useless effort as the male's grip upon her head remained strong, unmoving no matter how hard she wrenched herself. The other's hands reached for her body,
"Stop! No!" She wailed out as she felt the powerful grip take hold of her form, only to concede in the slightest as he considered the clothing upon her body. But, there was a sudden strain that caused Serena to shriek once more. The two hands had took hold of her uniform and split it apart as if it were paper, shredding it in half from her body and leaving her naked between the two towers of muscle. Then began the manipulation.
Her tiny form bore no resistance to the strength of the two helmeted men as they moved themselves closer together, surrounding Serena with their bodies. She would have been moved between the two, her body squirming as much as could be possible, despite their movements. The original male, whose hand was clutching her head, now picked her up fully from his grip and set her back against his barreled chest, leaving her facing the other, whose arms were stretching to her.
As her body was leant up against the male she noticed now how truly tall they were, she was several feet from the ground, and was beginning to see the results of their movements... But try as she might, there was no way to fight them, her pleas for them to stop were just wasted breath. Nothing could stop them.
The male before her took hold of her legs, grabbing at the joint of her knees and spreading her apart, the moist remnants of her body's submission damp upon her inner thighs. About her waist she felt the original male's hands, holding her with an insurmountable grip as he began to shift her body once again...
All the while, Serena was whimpering to herself, body nearly lax as she was too exhausted to deny what the two had in mind for her. She leaned back against the chiseled muscles, head lulled back against the man's shoulder with her eyes only half open, aware of what was happening but almost to the point of not caring. That is, until she felt the original male's still erected length sliding along the fur of her rear.
Her attention shot back to reality as the grip around her waste raised and tilted her lower half against the wet rod, such still covered in the juices Serena's body had offered it before,
"No..." She tries once more, trying to move her body, to fight just a little more, but she was simply without the capability. Her legs were held fast apart, and anything in reach of her paws wasn't anything she could use to try and prolong the inevitability of what was going to happen. The obviousness of it only becoming that much more clear as the male in front of her closed the space between himself and her. His own fresh length twitching with a steady throb, demanding attention.
The tip of the male's member behind her dragged itself against the crease of her rear before finally reaching its destination. She clenched herself tight, cringing a bit with a whine as the head of the length rested itself against her tail hole. The male pushes her downward by her waist, forcing his entry into the tight expanse of her anal crevice. Serena's struggle is short lived, she begins to feel the hungry flesh spread the ring of her rear, the fact that he was lubricated making it that much easier for him. With the kitten's attention on the newest distasteful act being committed upon her, she's surprised to feel the other member caress itself to her sex before it slowly sinks into her body.
The proximity of the giants was claustrophobic, and as she felt their malehoods probing and digging into her regions Serena would have planted a paw against the pectoral of the male in front of her, balancing such by placing her other paw against the abdomen of the male behind her. She'd hold her body rigid between the two, feeling their heat first hand and suffering from the pressure they were exerting upon her inner workings. It caused her jaw to slack, a soundless breath escaping her as her body adjusted to the intrusions.
There seemed to be some sort of compliance between the two males as they worked themselves upon her. For the figure in front of her began to roll his hips against Serena's lofted body at a slow pace, doing so as the other behind her worked at sinking his own previously satisfied organ into her rear cavern. The change in pace from the harsh intervention before was a welcome commodity as Serena's head began to spin once more with the feeling of their duel eagerness upon her body. Once more she is filled with a thick slab of male, such passing into her body with little to no hindrance due to her previous encounter. Without fail the engorged head of the male's tool connects with her well nursed cervix, but with such eased and moderate thrusts Serena gets a taste that she didn't receive before, and it was causing her to writhe between the two bodies. She'd feel herself beginning to move the best she can with the rhythm of her user, such seeming to loosen the hold her muscles at her rear were using to keep the other intruder at bay... Which, at this moment, were breached.
Serena gasps, only to lull her head back upon her shoulders with a luscious groan as the other member final makes its way into the depths of her rear, grinding the thin layer of tissue between her sex and her tail hole in a rough manner that caused her to cry out with a cringed moan. Her body lurched, paws raking at the flesh of her assailants for a moment before her torso collapses back against the broad chest of the first male. The member had continued its trek until it could go no more, spreading the tight passage like he had done before with her sex, which was being keenly used by the other now.
The kitten would risk herself to purr, indulging despite all the wrong that was popping up in her mind. She was being watched, she was being used, and all for what? The pleasure of these two... Beings? For, certainly, they exceeded what one would call 'man'. Serena was simply too far-gone now to consider rationality, all she knew was what her body wanted, and she was going to savor such until it was over.
Little did she know; they had only just begun.
The pace continues, the long veined length of both of the male's passing into her body each at different times. The fore male worked his hips against her form whilst the other shifted her body along his length, stroking himself off with her by means of her waist. The two would be moving with independent rhythms, the fore male moving a pace more quickly then the other. But, Serena's body was accommodating the two of them quite well. Yet still the kitten mewed and whined, despite the uncanny pleasure she was feeling they were both almost too well endowed, perfectly straight and proportioned. But still her indulgence continues, Serena reached up above her head, moving to lace her arms around the being's neck as their attentions seeped forth upon her, letting them do all that they want to her. Though... Things began to change.
Their pace quickened, seemingly simultaneously, for Serena's tail hole, though feeling sore, was now taking in the great length without resistance, and this caused the male behind her to begin shifting her body that much faster over his rod. Likewise, the fore male started to roll his hips faster against her dainty figure, the momentum humbling to their true prowess, but still, it was building. More rapidly Serena felt the pangs of pleasure that ricocheted through out her body from the pressing against her cervix and the thick grinds along her inner border. The members worked well, shifting powerfully along her inner passages, yet still independent of one another. With the heightened momentum Serena began to feel that familiar tension brewing within her body.
Her arms tightened their grip along the male's neck before their pace continued to hasten, feeding her sexual craving as the build up continued as if it were a slow chore. Serena's breaths would be coming in shortened puffs, groaning in lustful longing as she again moved to brace herself between the two bodies. With her body positioning itself like so Serena felt even more collectively the combination of their movements, angled now just right to accentuate the grinding occurring within the deepest regions of her frame. She wanted to wrap her legs around the male in front of her, to urge him to pleasure her, even though he was doing that all too well by himself,
"More..." She heard a voice say, undoubtedly her own, but it sounded so disembodied that she had a hard time believing that it was truly her voice. It didn't matter. Serena's tiny body flexed, arms keeping her torso held up while her paws planted themselves against the males. Her legs would flex, doing so as she'd begin rolling her hips along the two throbbing shafts, her inhibitions of holding back and refusing the desire nearly all but spent as she worked herself with their lewd intentions.
But as she began moving herself with the two there came a new sense of want from the males, their movements started to become just that more rapid. At least, that's how it felt as her body began to bob up and down from the grip at her waist at a quickened momentum. It caused what she had been trying to do to fail as the pace struck a chord within her body, making her arms shake with tension as she began to clamp up, her lower half heating up dramatically once again.
The males began to ravage her body; the two moving unevenly, but with the pure scope of their sexual prowess it didn't really seem to matter. It aided Serena in slight, the randomness keeping her guessing as to when she'd feel the rough grind of the members against one another within her or when either of them pummeled against the deepest barrier of her passages. Her mouth would be split with vivacious sighs, shaken moans uttering from her throat while the churning within the depths of her lithe figure froths and boils. Teased and coaxed by the movements of the males.
Their administrations indeed became rampant. The fore male would have the kitten's legs spread further, his wide grip sliding in order to clutch at her thighs as the powerful thrusts of his hips send his organ gliding through the entirety of Serena's sex. Likewise, the male behind her kept his grip strong at her waste, shifting her body along his tool, though, his own hips would be rocking themselves now. Punctuating the downward pull she'd feel as his length plows itself into her anal cavity, only to be joined shortly after by the other within her silken folds. Their movements begin to take shape into a lewd rhythm of carnal lusting where as Serena seldom felt 'empty'. She was constantly under the tactile sensation of their broad fleshes careening themselves into her body, stroking the all of her inner workings with such quick precision that she could hardly keep her mouth shut.
Serena begins to feel her body tingling up once more, it spreading slowly along the length of her torso until she could feel her digits and toes twitching with anticipated delight as the male's actions continue. Their stamina, their physical prowess, their silence all playing roles in the major part of Serena's mind as she feels herself flowing. Her breath is caught, innards tensing to an extreme as she releases her grip and allows her body to fall back against the tower of flesh and muscle behind her. Arms moving upward to clutch at his shoulders as she's driven through her orgasm.
At this moment her body would have been held firm, not moving in the least as the male gripping her waist holds it fast in front of him, hips pumping with a primal craving as the other does the same. The sensations would be new, the two of them plummeting simultaneously into her lithe frame with the core of her being bombarded without fail.
Serena's eyes would have shot open wide, a drawn out groan leaving her throat before she tosses her head back, it shaking as she cringes, feeling her expulsion of her juices send strong rifts of pleasure through her body. Her climax came with a powerful front, with her juices spilling out noisily to the tar below as it drips from her body, streaming down the fore male's member. But as the front subsides, she's raked with more contractions, such clenching down upon both of the males with her body rigid with mind-blowing pleasure. But still they drove on, forcing more waves of pleasure to send her mind into near constant thralls of euphoria.
She panted heavily, feeling the latest of the series of her climaxes beginning to subside into dull roars whilst the male's attentions continue on. They strive themselves with her, pumping her petite feline body in abandon, the alleyway once again filling with the wet slosh of their passages into her. The entirety of her form felt numb, the act of moving an appendage feeling exhausting and surreal as she simply regains her breath, vision bleak and blurry, her head rolling at times upon the male's shoulder.
But, she begins to feel it, despite her fading grip on reality she feels a sudden spurt of hot liquid give way deep into her sex, such only followed by a fountain of other juices that erupt from the fore male's tool. Then, anticlimactically, he pulls himself from her without a second thought, dropping her legs and leaving her limp upon the other. She cringes with a start at the sudden pinch of tightness she feels, but is compensated as the male behind her pauses and scoops her legs up by means of her knees before pumping himself into her once more until he too erupts into her body. Exhausting the recesses of his juices once more with her.
Thank God...
Serena was thankful, despite the submission she had portrayed to them, she didn't think she could hold out for another round. Her breaths were still deep, as her body still wasn't completely for own. Like a rag doll the male would lift her from his drenched tool and lower her to the ground, before letting her drop.
She fell flat, eyes groggily taking in the blurred image of the tar beneath her face. She groaned quietly to herself, vision shifting then to the two men, their members slick and ebbing now as they moved towards their swords... Her eyes then shot beyond the fence, the witnesses still crowded about the court with their shamelessly piercing eyes, watching Serena as she laid motionless upon the ground. The sound of steel made her ears perk as her eyes shifted themselves back to the two men, their swords re-equipped.
They started coming towards her.
No... I... But I!...
Shivers ran through her beleaguered form. She was completely defenseless, how could she move a body that didn't want to? No, it wasn't true, she still had control, but making an escape from them, how could she do it?
Just run... Just get up and run, now!
Serena whimpered, mewing weakly as her curled form shifted, arms stretching out in the direction of the alleyway she had entered. Her paws raked at the tar, begging for the strength to drag herself to her feet. The scrapes of the steel upon the tar was getting closer, slowly making its way towards her. She ventured a glance over her shoulder. Yes, they were coming towards her still; her eyes had just confirmed it,
"No...!" She grunted out, now nearing the verge of tears as her torso pulled itself into an erect position on the tar. Her wobbly legs didn't heed her calls; she needed them to move, she needed them to run, she needed them now.
And suddenly, the scrapes stopped.
Serena froze in terror as she again turned her head to look over her shoulder, seeing now the giant figures of the pyramid-clad men standing before her. Though, they weren't standing. Their bodies were in movement, hauling up the weight of their swords without noise or warning, brandishing them in their grip as they raised them to the air in unison over the feline.
This was it; she was going to die, after all this...
"Please, I... What do you want from me!?" She blurted out suddenly as she began to sob, feeling now the pools of tears that had rimmed themselves about her eyes over flow down her cheeks. A weakly defiant paw raised. A last hope against the hard steel that was threatening her life.
But, then came the wail. What other horror was coming now? Serena would have looked around to see what was making that undistinguishable racket, but her eyes were glued to the weapons that were raised above the heads of her assailants. The wail would have started at a low pitch, a mere rumble if anything, that is, before it mounted into a piercing call. It echoed through out the alley, rang into the darkness. The swords struck. It was at this moment that Serena realized what the sound was...
A... A siren?...
The swords came down; just as the darkness all around her body sprang up and engulfed the world. Blanketing all that she could see in its unrelenting black. It had happened, she was dead. And she had thought that she would have been able to get out of this dreaded town... How foolish she had been. She would have laughed, if the darkness prevailed. But it didn't.
As soon as it had fell, it lifted, revealing a blinding light that struck Serena without warning. She hissed softly, moving a paw to cover her eyes. But she was desperate to see where she was, desperate to see what her death would be like...
Through the spaces between her digits Serena could make out the faint images of buildings, rectangular in structure, of brick they were. Then, she realized where she was.
Her paw dropped, head turning every which way as she looked around the empty basketball court. She was back. Serena let out a breath of relief... If one could really call it that. Her head drooped forward from her shoulders as she began to let quiet tears leave her eyes, sniffling at times. Before long she'd take another look around,
Get out... Now...
Was the voice of her thoughts, and she obeyed. Coincidentally her legs seemed to want to work now so she slowly moved her nude form to its feet, wobbling a bit. Her tattered maid's uniform sat some feet away. It seemed to mock her, but she didn't care, she went over to it and knelt to collect it, she still needed clothes after all. The tear in the fence was also still there, and just beyond it the alley... And just beyond the alley, the street. Serena frowned at the thought of navigating through such again, but she had no choice...
"I'll never have a choice here..." She muttered darkly as she huddled her clothing close to herself and passed through the torn fence, making her way to the street beyond.