Jennie\\\'s Rape
Jennie's Rape
Written by BondoFox
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This is the long-awaited alternate story to "Jennie's Bondage Nightmare". That story, and many many more stories of furry females in bondage by myself and other authors, can be read at my website BondoFox.Net
Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction, and not anything I personally condone in real life. Consider yourselves disclaimed.
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It was late in the evening when Jennie came home from work. She let herself into her apartment; nothing more than a hot bath sounded good to her. She locked her front door and shook her long black and white striped tail out, hung her light jacket on the coat tree and walked into her living room, tossing her briefcase and her purse toward the couch.
And she stopped, her breath no more than a gasp in her throat. Her living room was a mess -- her DVD and videocassette players sat on her couch, the cords wrapped around them. Her CD collection sat in a pile beside them.
"I've been ... " Then, realizing her things were still here, " ... I'm being robbed!"
Jennie heard a sound just then. She couldn't place it -- something like a light thump, which didn't make any sense to her she knew. Just a light thump. Her fur bristled and in a panic Jennie took a step backwards to turn and get out as fast as she could!
She turned blindly, and Jennie ran into the body of a bulky raccoon who grabbed her and spun her around! His massive paw clamped tightly over her muzzle and his other arm pinned both of hers to her side!
"HHLLMMPH!!!" As her muffled scream died Jennie's instinctive reaction caused her tail to fly up, but it went nowhere as the raccoon had already stepped over it and it harmlessly came to rest against his crotch.
"Settle down," a deep masculine voice told her. Something about the way he said it made her do just that -- settle down. Jennie instantly stopped squirming and went completely silent.
"That the lady who lives here?"
Jennie stopped before she had started. There was another male here! She was being robbed and she had interrupted them. Oh God, she thought, what are the going to do to me?!
"Yeah," the male holding her shouted right past Jennie's ear. "And she's a skunk! I'm gonna need help out here!"
Jennie heard that and used that as her cue to twist and wrest herself from his grasp! But the raccoon laughed as his grip on her tightened and held her fast. Jennie winced, and prayed for a way to escape. But his hold on her was just too strong.
In a moment another raccoon made his way into her living room, carrying a small satchel. "Hey, and she's cute , too!" As he came closer Jennie felt the one holding her tighten his arm around her body and his paw over her mouth just as she tried to scream again. She could feel his erection pressing her backside through his jeans.
"She's really cute!" The new raccoon ran a paw down Jennie's neck and over her bosom, taking her left breast and squeezing it despite Jennie's struggles to avoid him.
"NNNNMMMMPH!!!" was what slipped past the paw over her muzzle. Hard as she tried to scream, only an audible mew that would not have penetrated the apartment walls was heard.
I'm only encouraging him , she thought, but she couldn't fight her natural reaction to avoid him. She tried to pull her tail back to her and raise it again, but she had no clearance to pull it free.
"I don't think she likes you," the first one told his accomplice.
The paw on Jennie's breast migrated gently up to her chin and grazed over the fur there. "Ah, she'll have time to appreciate me," he replied. He moved in to kiss her upper cheek. Jennie's eyes turned to fire and she screamed an "NMMMPH HMMMMMFPH!!" as she fought to wrest herself from the grasp of the larger raccoon holding her. She heard him laughing as the one before her placed his muzzle against her and pressed a tiny kiss there.
"See?" he asked her, "I'm not such a bad guy, am I?" And he kissed her again, this time leaving a trail of them to her nose, ignoring the vain fighting jerks of her head to avoid him.
"I think that's enough!" He grabbed Jennie's white hair and pulled. She gasped as the raccoon behind her released her muzzle and squealed as the one in front covered it with his and pressed hard against hers, forcing his tongue inside, wiggling it in a mad search for hers, circling around it and sucking it while he held her head still to accept him.
As hard as Jennie squealed, she could not break away! As he kissed her, he fondled her breasts and pressed himself against her. He was every bit as aroused as the one behind her.
"You weren't supposed to be home," the one holding her reminded her.
The kiss was broken. "I'm sure glad you did, though," he told her.
Jennie fought to catch her breath. Her hair was released, now both of his paws ran up and down her sides, enjoying the feel of her over her red silken blouse.
"Listen," she said as she tried to keep her breathing under control. "Take whatever you want, pleas ... "
"Oh, we are, doll," raccoon number one told her from behind. "We're cleaning you out."
Jennie nodded, cringing at the touch of these two. She lowered her tail and quickly tried to spring it up again! And again, it fell uselessly into the raccoon's crotch.
"You're turning me on when you do that."
"Look," she said, hoping to talk herself into being left alone, "Please, don't hurt me ... " She heard her voice crack. She watched a smile spread across the molester's muzzle, then felt the erection of the one behind press into her ass.
"Please," she begged. "Take whatever you want, just leave me alone, please." Tears were beginning to form, and one escaped and trickled down her cheek.
The second raccoon lowered his paws from her sides. He looked her over, drinking her in. She was drop dead gorgeous. Her blouse was just the right amount of tight, her legs from within her black mid-thigh skirt was taut and shapely. Gorgeous.
"Please."
He traced a finger over the line of her cheekbone. He kept her distracted while he withdrew a cloth from his hip pocket and balled it up.
He smiled at her again.
"You talk too much." He held the wad in front of her, then moved it to her muzzle. "Open up," he told her.
Jennie clamped her muzzle shut tight! She tried again to pull away.
"Open wide for me, cutie," he repeated. "You don't want my friend here to hurt you, do you?"
The thought of what these two males could do to her frightened Jennie beyond belief. Meekly she allowed this intruder to push the packing deeply into her muzzle, holding her tongue down flat."
"You sure you want to gag her now?" the one behind Jennie asked. "Maybe she can tell us where she keeps everything."
"Don't push that out!" He shook his head as he walked to the bag he'd dropped and pulled a length of clothesline and a long scarf from within. "Nah," he replied, "she isn't very good at hiding anything. Her jewelry and cash were practically out in the open."
If I get out of this, Jennie told herself, I'm going to rectify that right away!
The raccoon holding Jennie took the rope and forcibly pulled her arms behind her back and held her wrists crossed together with one paw. His other wound the rope around them while the other raccoon folded the scarf into a long rectangle and pulled the center of it between her teeth and reached around to knot the ends behind her head, nuzzling her around her ear with his nose as she whimpered into her gag, while she also felt the bindings on her wrists pull tight and a firm knot was tied.
Jennie watched him reach behind her head as he gagged her. She felt the knot of the scarf snugged and double-knotted behind her head, under her short hair. She yelped into her gag as he pulled the back of her hair and pressed his muzzle to hers again and kissed her as hard as he could through her gag. She tried to shake her head and "MM! NMF!" was meant to be "No! Stop!", but everything was out of her control now.
Then when he broke his kiss and turned away, she took a deep breath to try and summon help from beyond her well-packed muzzle, but instead she squealed when her first captor finished work on her paws and grabbed a very tight hold of her striped tail. He pulled down on it as he knelt behind her, taking it in the center with his other. Jennie watched him over her shoulder and tried to yank it back! Instantly she lost her balance and started to tumble forward! The raccoon who had been molesting her sprang back, holding a long freshly-cut rope in his paw, and he caught her.
"HHLLMMMMPH!!!" The pain from her pulling against her tail shot through her. Together, the males stood her back up and the one behind her held firmly onto her shoulders.
"Don't be afraid", the second one said to her in a soft, comforting voice. "We're not going to let anything bad happen to you." As he spoke, he wrapped two turns of rope around her tail and her left thigh. He tied an overhand knot and anchored her tail twice more above her knee and mid-thigh, pulled the ends as tightly as he could, and tied a square knot. As he stood, he ran his paws lightly up the outside and inside of her leg, watching Jennie jump as they went above and behind the hemline of her skirt.
Jennie felt her shoulders jerked backwards. "He told you not to be afraid," was whispered into her ear. "Relax ... relax and enjoy it."
As it happened, Jennie was terrified! She looked again at her possessions setting on the floor, reminding her she was in the middle of a burglary, hoping that little bit of information would convince her mind that she really was going to be fine. She'll be alone soon, tied to one of her kitchen chairs where she'll work free in an hour and call the police ...
She stared straight ahead. Jennie's stomach was turning as she felt paws lewdly sliding over and through the fur on her leg, over the rope tying her tail there, and now over both legs ... gliding back over her panties ... the one behind her had a bulge in his pants and was sharing it with her, pressing it into her as he held her.
"Mmmmmm ....... " The raccoon was enjoying the feel of her. He inhaled through his nose deeply. "You smell good," he said to Jennie. "You smell awfully good." He looked up at his partner. "She smells really good down here!"
"Really?" He leaned over Jennie's shoulder. Jennie used this moment to wrench herself away, and he just held her as if she were no effort at all. "She wet?" he asked.
"NMPH!" Jennie tried to say. The sound disappeared into her gag.
"I dunno." Now the male was rubbing the crotch of her panties, massaging her vagina. Jennie screamed "NMMMPH! Nmmm dfmnf hrmph MMPHH!" and instinctively pulled away, going nowhere except into the body of a very aroused raccoon. Now she "MmmmmmMMMMMPH!"-ed as she felt her panties pulled and yanked and hiked down, stalling at a rope on her left leg.
Jennie bit into her gag and mewed hoarsely as his muzzle pressed into her most intimate area, his tongue taking a taste of her ... his muzzle pulled away suddenly. Laughing, he said "Wet? She's soaked! " He stood up and held her chin so their eyes locked. "And I want some!"
Frantically, Jennie shook her head and let out an "HHHHHHHHLLLLPPPPPPPHHHH MMMMMMMMFFFFF!!!!!!!" Together they lifted her into the air and laid her on her living room floor. She thrashed and struggled beneath their combined weight; the one who held her in place originally was sitting on her legs and pinning her ankles down with his strong paws. The other clawed at her red blouse and riiiiiiii-i-i-i-i-ipped and tore it away. Both of his paws gripped it and yanked , sending a shower of tiny white buttons flying through the room to land anywhere and everywhere.
Now he stared down at her full breasts standing out of her white fur, barely held in place now by her low-cut red underwire bra. Jennie pitched and bucked from beneath but could not stop his fondling, soon she watched him RIP her favorite bra and her pendulous breasts fell free!
"God, will you lookit them!"
Jennie screamed! He was toying with them, fondling them as if he had nothing else to do for the rest of the day. He squeezed and played with them, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs and feeling them perk up from his rough handling of her.
"I think you want this, babe," he told her with a huge smile that only told her how much lust he had for her at this very moment.
"Hey! Watch your tail!" he heard from behind. He wasn't aware he was swishing his tail in every direction. "Do her and save me some, will you?"
Jennie took another deep breathe through her nose and screamed! "HHHHHHHHHHLLLLLLLLLLLFFFFFPH!!!"
"That sound fucking turns me on," said the one holding her feet down. The one straddling her reached beneath and with one RIP! her black French cut panties were a memory. He undid his belt, tail flap, and trousers, pushing them anxiously down his legs as Jennie thrashed and struggled beneath him!
She felt his erect cock graze over the fur of her one bound thigh. Jennie fought as hard and as furiously as she could! A skunk and she couldn't even use her own natural defense to stop these two from raping her! She felt his weight added to hers on her bound paws, which she was pulling and twisting as hard as she could! Her eyes were fixed on him. The other leaped out of the way and was undoing his own pants. She felt a tug and heard the tearing sound of her skirt being taken out of the way and fought her legs being forced open beneath her! Jennie watched the raccoon shift position and angle his body over hers ...
"Hlllmph....." was all the could manage.
The raccoon thrust his cock into her in one very hard push!
"Holy hell, is she ever wet! "
Jennie blushed furiously as her body had betrayed her. She loved being tied up, and harbored deep fantasies of being bound and raped ... This is real! This isn't happening!! Please, this can't be happening to me ... !
He ground and rolled his pelvis into Jennie's, dragged himself out to the head and thrust into her pussy!
"MPH!"
The raccoon laid on top of her, whispering in to her ear "You're really into this, aren't you, babe?"
Jennie began sobbing. That she would never admit!
"Aren't you?"
Jennie whimpered into her gag and kept shaking her head as he humped her faster. He was coming closer to his orgasm and slowed down.
"You're all helpless, tied up ... you can't cry for help ... "
Stop it! This is what I love! Talking to her in those taunts was turning her on. She was still fully aware she was a prisoner in her own home being raped, but it was turning her on and she couldn't help herself! She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts while she still struggled to get away!
"Feel me inside you ... fucking you ... against your will...!"
That did it! Jennie felt her body respond more and was pushing against him! She had to fight to keep from gripping his cock with her vaginal muscles and she felt every emotion mix inside her as the raccoon finally yelled and exploded inside her! He thrust harder and faster into her, filling her womb with his cum.
"Anything left of her?" asked an amused male voice behind him.
Jennie felt his thrusts slow. He'd taken her so close to the brink of an orgasm! As he withdrew he felt his semen begin to leak out of her. Her mind took hold of reality and she stared up at her ceiling, her body flushed from embarrassment and her eyes overflowing from tears as he wiped himself off on the remains of her skirt and stood up.
"Isn't that cute?" the first raccoon who captured her asked. "You moved her to tears."
"I can't believe how wet she was," he replied. "You better get while the gettin's good."
"Not like that," he said. "Gimme a hand with her."
Together they picked poor Jennie up and pulled her over to her armchair. Then positioned her over it. Jennie was grateful for the chance to get off of her paws; she stretched her fingers and tried anew to free herself.
_ SPANK! _
"None of that, now! You're not getting out of that, you should know that." With a raccoon kneeling on each side of her, Jennie felt her helplessness increase as they tied her legs to the front chair legs. Jennie had to turn her head to one side to prevent her face being pushed into the seat cushion. She felt her legs bound tightly to the chair, then fingers undoing the knot on her gag. It was pulled tighter, pushing the soaked wadding deeper into her muzzle, and it was knotted down tighter.
Jennie mewed and felt the cock of the other push its way into her. There was nothing to slow him down; she was well lubricated from both her own juices and the dripping semen from the other. His plunging in and out of her from behind made an obscene sound as his motions pumped out what his partner had left inside her. He was definitely thicker than the other, and Jennie thought she could feel each vein and ridge.
Jennie also felt the rise of her denied orgasm, bubbling again within her belly, reaching out to each muscle of her body. She still struggled, but couldn't decide if they were struggles for freedom or struggles of pleasure; they were intertwined and very cloudy to her. She couldn't push back, as tightly bound to the chair as she was, she was at the mercy of the raccoon who was taking her hard! She let out a "MMMF NMFFF!" when he grabbed hold of her hair and pulled backwards hard! She stared into the back of the chair and cried out in pain and delight! When the raccoon came, she came along with him! She screamed into her muzzle packing and felt her climax rip through every fibre of her!
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The light from the full moon lit Jennie's living room. It was quiet. She squirmed on the floor as her eyes slowly opened. She felt her paws now tied palm-to-palm, tightly cinched, the knot out of reach of her long fingers. She could barely move; her legs were very tightly tied above and below her knees. Her ankles were crossed and bound, cinch and tied to her paws. Her tail was pulled between her bound thighs which held it there, the base was tied into her hogtie. Mewing, she found they had added another scarf to the one between her teeth, and a final one that was tied over her muzzle; she was kept very quiet.
Looking around in the pale moonlight she saw the remains of her clothing; they'd stripped her nude before they'd left. She could make out the empty places where her possessions once were. A broken lamp was on the floor. Her telephone was on the floor, the wire pulled from the wall. Turning her body some, she saw the contents of her purse dumped beside it. Next to that, her smashed cell phone. If the living room is this bad, I don't want to see the rest of the apartment!
Jennie lay, wondering how long it would be until someone came to rescue her.
Would anyone?
The End