{"sf1_id":698,"sf2_id":"YnLRVB8e","title":"The Tables Turned","author":"TarantuLady","words":1432,"posted_at":"2003-07-08T03:37:00.000Z","tags":["Feline","NC","Other/Herm","Tiger","Violence","Weasel"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/698-the-tables-turned","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/YnLRVB8e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/99/80/9980cc0e-3405-4beb-87d0-148eb91e6fe8","description":"#1 of The Tables Turned","content":"  \nThe Tables Turned The Tables Turned  \n  \n  \n\nThe club was getting too muggy for the small feline. The front door seemed to be miles away in the  \nsea of undulating furry bodies. Lydia began to push her way through the thinnest part of the crowd, to the  \nback exit. The burly guard gave her a look as he pushed open the door for her. He probably wanted to  \nremind her that leaving through the front was safer, but the loudest holler couldn't contend with the roaring  \nmusic that shook the club. She knew she should take the front way to the main street, but she was desperate  \nto get away from the sweat and the sound.\n\nIt was only after the door was shut behind her, and the alley became almost impenetrably dark,  \nthat she had second thoughts. There was a fence, topped with barbed wire, blocking the direct route to the  \nfront of the building. She considered pounding on the door to be let back in, but she was sure she wouldn't  \nbe heard. Better to just walk around the back alley to the side street than to let herself panic over nothing.\n\nShe had taken a mere three steps into the shadowy alley, when she realized she was not alone.  \nHer whiskers twitched as her ears tried to follow a faint sound? breathing? There was a scent here;  \na familiar scent. Over the rank smell that wafted from the dumpsters in the summer heat?  \nBut she couldn't put her finger on it. Every cell of her being was screaming, \"Danger!\"\n\nHer first instinct was to run blindly through the strange place; to get into the light. She took deep  \nbreaths, calming herself. She picked up the scent again, and realized what it was. Musk? the smell of a  \nhorny male.\n\nShe broke into a dash, dropping her bag and scattering loose change and lipsticks. A paw grasped  \nher tail, momentarily. She pushed off the ground and leapt, leaving her assailant with a fistful of her fur.  \nShe could feel him gaining on her, as she rounded the corner of the building.\n\nShe stumbled beneath a pool of amber light, from a single lamp that had been strung between the  \nbuildings. Lydia turned and looked over her shoulder, just as she caught her foot on the edge of a box and  \nsaw her pursuer, a weasel. He hissed, \"You little cunt\", as he made another grab for her already damaged  \ntail. She braced herself to launch out of his grip again but he grabbed the base of her tail in his other paw,  \ntightly.\n\nLydia's scream was stifled by a massive paw. The weasel was going to rape her or worse and she  \nwas terrified. She tried to sink her teeth into his paw, but only managed to graze it. He backhanded her  \nacross the face, hard enough to stun her temporarily. He turned her to face him and her skirt was hiked up,  \nher panties torn viciously away. She screeched and was slapped again. \"Shut up and take it, you little bitch.  \nIf you fight, I'm going to hurt you.\"\n\nThe cat shook her head furiously and kicked at the brown fur with all her might. One combat boot\n\n\u0026nbsp; connected with his knee and he grunted. He leapt on to her and bit down on her shoulder, pinning her with  \nhis slim but powerful body. There was an audible click and the sight of the switchblade knife in the weasel's  \npaw made her freeze.\n\n\"Now, I want you to lie still, like a good little kitty. You don't make a fucking sound, and maybe I  \ndon't have to fucking cut you. Nod if we have an agreement.\" Lydia nodded slowly, fighting the tears that  \nwere forming in her eyes. \"That's a good kitty. You aren't going to fuck around anymore, right?\" She shook  \nher head deliberately.\n\nLydia nearly panicked again as he put his paw over her throat, but he didn't press down. He just  \nheld her there with her ears laid flat against her head; the concrete sending fingers of cold up through her  \nthin clothing. With his other paw he dragged the razor-sharp edge of the blade up her skirt. The velour  \nfabric fell to either side of her body as the knife made its way from her knees towards her navel.\n\nShe resisted as he tried to spread her legs with his knees. He pressed down on her throat and she  \nallowed her legs to be parted. She shuddered as he inhaled deeply, obviously savoring the smell of her  \nbody and her fear. He shifted the knife to his other paw, so that it was being held against her throat.\n\nHe was careful not to press too hard with the knife as he used his free paw to grab each of her  \nbreasts, giving them each a rough squeeze. Lydia felt his paw pads dragging along the raised fur of her  \ninner thigh. His finger paused on the pucker of her tailhole before coming to rest on her pubic mound.\n\n\"You're making a mistake. You don't know who I- Ooow!\" Lydia was interrupted by his fingers  \npinching her vaginal lips painfully. \"I told you to be quiet\", the weasel snarled at her. He tugged at her lips  \nbefore grabbing her tail and yanking it downward. She whimpered painfully but didn't speak.\n\nShe closed her eyes as the tears began to course over her cheeks. Some of them trickled down  \nher whiskers and paused before falling to the ground. The weasel resumed toying with her breasts and  \ntaking in her scent. Her breath caught in her chest as she heard him fumbling with his belt buckle.\n\nThen the knife was gone from her throat and his weight lifted from her body. She heard him utter  \na string of profanities and forced her eyes opened. Her jaw nearly dropped at the site of the two large tigers.  \nOne of them had the now-silent weasel lifted off of the ground by the scruff of his neck.\n\n\"Mistress Lydia, we thought we heard your voice. The bouncer said you came through the back.  \nYou told us to pick you up out front at midnight and when you were late, we?\" She cut him off with a wave  \nof her paw. The sight of the weasel, hanging by his scruff and clawing at the giant tiger paw that held him,  \ncaused her to regain her composure.\n\n\"Todd, give me your shirt.\" She put her paws on her hips, keeping her eyes on the weasel. \"Yes,  \nMistress Lydia\", the tiger who had been speaking pulled his shirt off. She lifted her arms into the air and he  \nslid the shirt over her head. It was as long as a gown, on her tiny form. \"Where is his knife, Jim?\" she  \naddressed the tiger that still held her would-be rapist in the air. He tossed her the closed blade and she  \nsmiled.\n\nThey emerged from the alley, Todd carrying Lydia so that she was cradled in his arms. Jim carried  \nthe weasel upside down. His paws were like vices on the smaller fur's ankles. Jim hurled the weasel in to the  \nback seat of the van and got in after him, pulling the door closed with a massive paw. Todd set Lydia down in  \nthe passenger seat, before closing the door and going around to the driver's side.\n\n\"I'm not a very good bottom? What is your name?\" Lydia spoke from the passenger seat without  \nturning. \"Fuck you, you damned cunt. I should've?\" There was a loud slap from the back seat. After a  \nmoment of silence, he answered, \"Lee\".\n\n\"Well, Lee?\"she resumed, \"I'm really not much of a submissive. I think it's safe to say that you  \nhave fucked up. You see, despite my small stature I can be one malevolent bitch.\" She gave him a moment  \nto let her words sink in. \"What are you going to do?\" he asked.\n\nSuddenly, she turned sharply and leaned over the seat to face him. \"No!\" she hissed, \"You are no  \nlonger in a position to be asking questions. If you speak again before we get home\", she tossed Jim the knife,  \n\"Jim is going to cut you.\"\n\nShe sat back and ran her finger down Todd's muscular arm. \"I'm going to need a bath, Todd.\"  \nHe replied, \"Yes, Mistress.\" She paused, \"I think Lee will need one as well. He's positively rank.\" Again he  \nreplied, \"Yes, Mistress.\" She smiled as they turned up the road to home.\n\n\u0026nbsp; To Be Continued...  \n  \n[HOME](%5C)  \n  \n[Email TarantuLady](%5C)  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"The Tables Turned","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/708-the-tables-turned-part-two.json"}}