Just Another Day at the Office
A request from the lovely Asyria, who I could hardly turn down <3
I would like to stress the fact I would never be violent to a gal unless she requested such a thing.
There was nothing Kreuz loved more than the sheer feeling of power being the boss gave him. He gave the orders, he made the rules. So when his subordinate, a spry young raccoon with a mouth jeopardized such a thing, well, our protagonist didn't like the idea of not being the boss. "Asyria, come here for a moment" The raccoon scowled, but accepted. Kreuzfeld did his best to contain his rage, speaking in a quiet, even appeasing voice "I know what... you saw... but I can't have you telling anyone about this. This job is the most important thing to me. Look, we forget the whole thing and I'll give you a raise... a big one. I promise" The goat almost looked pleading, but Asyria didn't waver "You think I can pass off the fact you've been embezzling money from the company for YEARS? I just can't abide that. I'm sorry. This conversation's over" Kreuz frowned, and felt his rage boiling over. He snarled "You don't have a choice here." He gripped the exiting raccoon by her hair, dragging her in front of him and forcing her to her knees. Only a glint of fear was behind those piercing eyes, masked by rage and hate. She said nothing but spat in his face. His glare bled rage, and he brought his hand hard across Asyria's face. She fell with a whimper. Kreuz had little to work with, but he made due. He yanked off his belt, and bound her arms with it. The supply closet wasn't big, but there was plenty in it. He locked the door, and pulled the raccoon to her feet. Before she could scream, Kreuz wrapped a hand around her mouth. She bit hard, but Kreuz didn't let go. A rubber stress ball and some duct tape proved plenty enough of a ballgag. He gave her a few violent smacks, before he realized all of the possibilities. The goat, knowing he was in a compromising situation, decided to make the most of it. Now to get her out of there, that was a project. It took one swing to knock her out. Kreuz's personal supply closet was just close enough to his office to allow him to take risks. He first opened the door, and looked around. No one in sight. He lifted the light raccoon lass, and sprinted to his office, hearing a soft whimper from his still unconscious prey. He used his trusty duct-tape to bind her in the fetal position, making her just small enough to fit into a garbage bag. In a slightly shaky voice, he had his secretary sign him out for the day. Kreuz crumpled up a bunch of paper to make it look more like an actual trash bag, and as surreptitiously hasty as he could, walked to the elevator, and from there walked out casually. He got a few odd looks, but Kreuz's stern rule warded off any questioning. He threw Asyria into the trunk of his car, and sped home. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, he yanked the raccoon out of his trunk, rushed her into his house, and removed her from the bag. She was beginning to stir. Quickly, Kreuz yanked her phone out of her pocket, stomped it to bits, and tossed the bits into his trashcan. She awoke, and wild-eyed, began to flail and roll about. He roughly dragged her downstairs, to a cold, stone basement, used for storage. She kicked and screamed, but he eventually managed to get her pants down, then her panties. He stared for a long while at her exposed cunt. Lust overcame his rage, and he held Asyria's legs apart, positioned between her legs. She squirmed and kicked, trying her best to get away, but to no avail. He unzipped his pants, brandishing his solid cock, precum already having beaded at the tip. He rubbed grinded his cock against her cunt for a good long while, until her pussy finally betrayed her and began to drip. He grinned, yanking her hair and forcing her neck back, Kreuz slid his cock into her, met with the immediate clenching of Asyria's cunt. He had to force the first few thrusts, feeling her entire body twitch and convulse in pain. Her squeezing cunt bled just a bit between thrusts, as Kreuz moaned in pure ecstasy, feeling a primal rush of pleasure wash over his body. He couldn't last forever, his brutal thrusting spread her tight cunt wide, and his resistence eventually was worn to it's end, spewing forth a ridiculous load, leaving her cunt dribbling in a mix of blood and cum.
Over the next few days Kreuzfeld improved his repertoire, going to various sex shops and buying bondage supplies, toys, and many other things that got him more than a few suspicious looks from clerks. He'd prepared himself for life in prison, but had taken the precaution of having Asyria listed as on-vacation, allowing him a little time before suspicion arose. He'd been fortunate the young raccoon had lived alone. He went down for the first time since he'd first raped her, unable to face her. Guilt had taken over for a while, but then a sinister sort of excitement overcame him at the idea of breaking that poor little raccoon girl and making her love every second of his brutal game. He had acquired a legitimate ball-gag, a spreader bar, a few different sized dildoes and buttplugs, and plenty of rope. He'd left her down there, legs and mouth tied, but gave her a bucket and put her close enough that she could use it. She was bawling when he got there, crying her eyes out and squirming feebly. He simply grinned devilishly, circling behind her and placing one of each of the spreaderbar's cuffs around each of Asyria's knees. He poured a little lube on a rather large buttplug, and shover it in, eliciting a cry of pain from her, through the slobber-soaked gag. He poised his member at her entrance once more, and was surprised to find it already soaking wet. He wanted to taunt her, but kept his mouth shut as he drove forth a thrust hard enough to force Asyria's hips forward with it, a loud slapping echoing out, as well as the combined scent of their sexes filling the room with an intoxicating aroma. He tore off her ballgag, letting her cry out. She whimpered and sobbed "P-p.... please... just let me go... I won't... no one will ever know" she cried quietly, though he hardly listened. He grabbed her hair once again, yanking hard enough to tair a few strands out and pulling a yelp from her throat. She let out a long mewl, crying "Please" a number of times, to no avail, as his pumped thrust after thrust into her, her body clenching and tensing at all the right moments, forcing him towards an imminent orgasm. He brought back a hand and spanked Asyria hard, repeatedly, watching her plush cheeks jiggle just a bit, as she blubbered for a while longer, leaving Kreuz to spew another massive load into her abused cunt, fireworks of pleasure exploding outword from his crotch as he let out a long, satisfied sigh. Her pleads had dissolved into unintelligible cries. He paddled her ass for a long while afterwards, basking in the sound of her tortured sobs. Her whining got him hard again fast, and he had a whole different target in mind, this time he yanked the buttplug out, another pained yelp forced from her throat. The tip of his uncut cock pressed against her asshole, still bathed in a mixture of their fluids, it slid in without much resistance. She made a noise that was a mixture of a moan and a mewl, her hips subtly bucking backwards to meet his. Asyria's ass was so tight he could hardly contain himself, nor notice the more and more pleasured noises coming from her maw. Her warm crevice squeezed around him, each tensing of the svelte raccoon's rear forcing him closer and closer to another orgasm. In total, he fucked her ass three times in a row, each time letting loose another volley of his seed. He eventually pulled out, and left her there. And all she whimpered this time, was "More... please more..." Cont?