Victem 01
   Its been days he's been trying to get this taste off his tongue, dreaming of just that itself and yet the notion far gone and ridiculous; Up onto this point in time there have been to many false justifications and excuses rolling around in his frail little mind to pursue any form of liberation at all from the thick musk, heavy body and cruel touch that seemed to just weave its way into any mental activity what's ever.
I honestly don't believe this can be true...
         A murmur of a correct thought slips from his head, its pushed out because he'd desperately like to believe quite the opposite, he cant justify its enactment but, who can argue with such symbolism?
This is for me, this is sweet, and this is an actual chance... And a signal, can he still hear me?
         The car speeds along indifferently to its backseat passengers mental confusion and anguish, the driver, and also the cause of such thoughts, seems disconnected. His eyes scan the road meticulously, a crumbled and coffee stained piece of paper with hastily drawn directions guiding the way through the dark, strange night. The backseat passenger squirms a little back and forth, nervous about what's about to happen and not exactly knowing, and the driver does not seem to really care.
         The car takes a sharp turn and slows, the driver now more careful scanning, perhaps near his destination. In the backseat a small whimper sounds.
There is nothing I can do here... I just cant endanger him... I cant get him in trouble... He'll kil- ... He's my... I love him?
         They pull into a parking lot, the backseat passenger getting violently bumped and the one in front smoothly resting the vehicle sideways in the middle of 2 car spaces, indifferent to such as he snaps off his belt and gives a cold stare backwards to his passenger. "We're here."
         The driver stretches outside of the old, beat up sedan as his passenger scampers outwards, shivering in the cold dark while the flexing Pug watches, obviously much larger and muscular, his skimpy shirt revealing a few tattoo's of various disturbing imagery along his well built arms, lip sporting a ring, pink nose complementing the smooth, dark scratches running across the left side of his cute face. He cracks his knuckles to get the smaller furs attention, whom seems to snap into focus with the sound; the contorted combination of recognizing self abandonment and fear now completely whipped clear from his face, knowing all to well the consequences for either, lithe body seeming to tilt in the chill wind as he looks into his lovers eyes, cold dark and unrevealing. He rubs his shoulders, squirrel tail ruffling slightly, arms hugging his sides which are tattered with bruises. He lets out a small sniffle and walks towards the Pug, letting out a little sigh.
"Rudi... Please... I really-"
The Pug cuts him off, turning away and walking towards the door to what looks like an office building, pausing only mid stride in order to utter the words; "Come." Backwards, to which are swiftly obeyed, the Squirrel practically treading on his superiors heels.
They enter the building, the front room seeming like a waiting room, empty all but for a canine sitting across a desk shuffling through some paper, her ears eagerly perking up as she sees the pug, flashing a strange grin and doing her best to ignore the Squirrel standing next to him. "Rudi, Good to see you!" She takes a pause and slyly presses a binder against her chest, her breasts pushing against it, large and soft. She smiles more openly, knowing Rudi recognizes the teasing, but more so edged on knowing that the Squirrel sees as well. She turns to him, rather chorefully and with far less enthusiasm then she used greeting the pug. "Glen, is it?" The Squirrel nods and gives a pleasant little smile, the secretary answering such with frown and turning back to the Pug. "You know where my husband is, he'll see you now, I'll give him a ring to tell him your here, he's quite eager to get things started." Rudi thanks her and stays for a moment to watch get over and walk towards the phone, slender body and big ass bending to pick up the reciever, Glen trying to focus his attention elsewhere. The canine notices the Pugs stare and wags her tail tauntingly, turning with a slight grin. "Last door to the right." Her ass looks amazing through the tight dress skirt, Rudi already feeling alittle hard just by looking at her.
They walk at a brisk pace, or more so Rudi does and glen fallows diligently. "Is there anything I shouldnt mention to this guy? He's part of your parol requirements, right?" Glen barely gets the words out of his mouth as Rudi comes to a sudden stop, chuckling alittle and giving the Squirrel a shove against the ribs, Glen wincing painfully as the large hand presses against his bruises. "Maybe those." The Pug turns and keeps walking. "And maybe you shouldnt tell him I fucked his wife last night."
Cant a doctor help us?
Glen stops, shuddering slightly and shaking his head, pain bubbling inside of him. "You mean... the girl back there... how could you... We're seeing a psychologist... Rudi-"
The Pug reaches back and grabs Glen by the jacket, yanking him forward to keep walking and violently shoving him against a door, making a load thud as the Squirrel bangs his head, crying out and stumbling backwards and trying to shield himself from being grabbed again, but Rudi doesn't bother, instead disregarding such and continuing to rappel on the door loudly. "Doctor?" The Pug calls out assertively.
Its the last door to the right.
A timid, mild mannered voice sounds from behind the wood, the sound of rattling papers and a clearing throat sounding.
"Come in, come in!"
Rudi and Glen enter, Glen straggling behind and trying to look normal and hide his shaking.
I cant ruin his parole... Not after all we've been through... Got to stay calm... Got to just forget what happened...
The doctor gets up and shakes the Pugs hand, who then warmly embraces him in a goofy hug, from which the little timid fox is roughly shaken, letting out a small chuckle and patting Rudi's back. "Good to see you doc, this is Glen." Rudi motions to the little timid squirrel, who sticks his hand out as if to shake the doctors. The doctor doesn't extend his and rather looks over Glen, as if mulling something through his mind, offering no formal greeting aside from telling the couple to take a seat. Glen frowns awkwardly, thinking he somehow made a bad first impression, and yet, despite the numerous stresses swimming around in his mind, hopeful that maybe Rudi has made some sort of good relationship in order to assure the status of his parole.
         The doctor seemed nervous, rushing through what otherwise was seeming to be a normal meeting, he asked the Squirrel many questions about Rudi, how much he was drinking, violence, questionable activities. Glen swallowed any temptations he had to somehow lash out and maybe find some way to punish the Pug, he knew that if he did do something to get Rudi sent back to jail somehow, he'd experience no mercy what so ever from his already sadistic mate.
Things continued in a rather boring fashion for sometime, Rudi being made out as the perfect person, although sitting over next to Glen on the couch lazily strewn out, he didn't seem the least relieved, entertained or otherwise stimulated, allowing the doctor and Squirrel to drone on, Glen beginning to loose concentration on the matter at hand entirely, withdrawing and speaking on a basis of when questioned only.
The room grew quite for a moment, Glen anticipated an end to the meeting with a breath of relief, one less thing to worry about.
The Doctor put some of his papers and his glasses off to the side of him, leaning back and looking the Squirrel over with the same strange inquisitive glare he had upon the duo's entrance. He presses his clip board against his crotch a little, Glen barely noticing and quickly telling himself he saw nothing.
"Now... I'd like you to show me your bruises."
Glen's ears perked, a pang sound off in his heart and his eyes dart of to Rudi, waiting for some sort of reaction.
Did I say anything?
"I-... I'm sorry?"
The doctor looks almost bemused hearing and watching this reaction.
"Your bruises."
Glen squirms in his seat and denies he has any, claiming misinterpretation and racing through his thoughts to find the deadly mistake he made somewhere in the conversation.
I'm fucking dead meat.
The Squirrel practically jumps out of his seat as Rudi turns on the couch and leers over him, slowly coming down and with his large frame, pressing up against Glens skinny and lithe body, the panicked Squirrel at first shoving his hands up against the Pug's chest to perhaps try and push him away, but thinking better knowing the consequence of fighting back. Rudi lets off a little grin as he pushes against Glen, chuckling to himself, the doctor once again seeming to use the clip board to rub his groin, his eyes growing more exited.
"Don't be fucking dumb Squirrel... How about those ones on your chest, maybe those bite marks on your ass?"
Glen nearly choked, eyes darting around the room, the doctor getting up from his seat and casually sliding a chair in front of the door.
"Rudi told me allot about the relationship you to have Glen, I think it'd be healthy for me to evaluate in person."
Glen cant contain himself at this point, he wriggles his way off of the couch and steps towards the door, the Dr. obviously having no intention whatsoever of moving. Rudi grabs him from behind, large paws running up and down his body, warm, cruel breath spiking down his neck, Glens big goofy ears and tail tensing and his mind befuddled entirely on what to do. Feet shuffling with no escape.
"We're going to show the good doctor how I treat you at home."
Rudi's groin presses heavily against Glen's backside, the huge mass practically begging to be released. Glen squirms but its no use against the Pug's strong grip. He looks towards the doctor pleadingly, only to find that he's half pulled his pants down, reclining in his chair and toying with his swiftly hardening cock.
"In exchange for my continued parole... Dr. says we'll- ... You'll just have to take part in a little exchange."
The fox watches eagerly, nodding as if egging them to continue on. Rudi's massaging and lurking hands move upwards to grab hold of Glen's neck, suddenly gripping tightly and throttling the poor creature for the Dr.'s entertainment. The Pug tosses his victim down on the floor, dropping his own pants and putting his paws on his hardening member, holding it out to show the Dr. who is obviously impressed, licking his lips. The Squirrel in this time squirms to try and get away but is quickly grabbed by the refocused Rudi, ripping down his victims pants and using his muscle to completely rip off Glen's briefs, who, startled and already hurt, puts his tail down to try and cover up his now exposed butt hole. Glen grabs the tail by the base and yanks it out of the way, exposing the tight, pink and moist asshole.
"I'm going to make you fucking bleed."
Glen struggles and lets out a scream, Rudi swiftly and harshly belting him on the back of the head, making his world spin and for a few moments go blurry. He pulls his prick up to the base of the little fuck hole, pressing and just feeling its tenseness from the combination of Rudi having not given it any attention for a few days as he fucked the doctors wife and the Squirrels own amazing fear. He puts one paw on the Squirrels back, nails harshly digging in for support as he fucks, his other wrapping around Glens little balls, squeezing and taunting, threatening to throttle if he should be refused in any manor whatsoever. Glen bites his lips and chokes back the sound of his cry's, a few tears already running down his face.
Not now... Please god.
         A pressure grows against the Squirrels ass and the Pug's dick begins to drill in. His muscles tighten desperately to push the invader out, strengthened by the fear and terror within there owner, but its of no use, Rudi's muscle clad body easily and harshly pumping its way inside Glen, whom can only scream in pain as he feels himself used, ass letting out a small trickle of blood as its opened up, insides completely on fire and un-lubed flesh dragging across the cock as it begins to pull out to slam back in, gushing pre slowly and painfully loosening up his insides to fully be mated. The Dr. gasps as he watches this, moaning a little bit and now fully jerking himself at the writhing, pathetic form before him; a useless victim. He pauses in his pleasurement to move the chair away from the door, now completely certain that there's now way the squirrel could make a run for it, and eager to share with his hot young wife (Or perhaps, hot young gold digger.) The pleasure he was experiencing. He peaks out into the hall way and lets out a little shout to call her.
         Rudi is now grinding his was to a steady humping, blood trickling both from the Squirrels asshole and from the Pug's huge paws and claws digging into Glens backside. He looks at the blood and listens to the moans and yelps from the now almost complacent Squirrel, trying simply to cope with the sheer immensity of the pain. This drives Rudi on, giving the back of Glens head another hard punch, his asshole tensing wonderfully and making him squirt a jet of pre.
"Fuck... fuck... Yeah..."
The doctor jerks himself uncontrollably, startled momentarily by a figure entering the room, his wife, her firm tits and big ass seeming to somehow complement the entire scene perfectly, her naturally sadistic nature making her eyes shimmer almost at this display of suffering, Rudi slowing down for a second to look at her, not taking his eyes away from her body as she moves over and sits on the couch next to the doctor, placing her hands around his cock and jerking, leaning over and pressing her lips against his pre-covered meat and never removing her eyes from the fucking couple. Her tongue laps against the doctor... her large maw dripping and drooling with warm saliva, begging to suck, for which the Doctor bucks his thighs upward and shoves his eager prick a little deeper into her throat, letting out a moan as its consumed by the warm wetness. Rudi never stops watching the couple, seeing the Dr.'s wife butt gently slide back and forth in tandem with her sucking, her rack dragging against the couch and hard nipples sticking through, it drives him wild on the inside, grunting and ripping into Glen with more power and force, tongue hanging out.
   Glen practically writhes in pain, and begins to moan for help with the Mrs.‘s enters the room, stomach curling as she walks strait passed him, his eyes clenching and mouth letting out a fresh sob in his strange combination of psychological and mental pain.
   Rudi's climax is close at hand now, and his pounds slow, yet becoming more powerful. His big heavy arms grip the Squirrels side and draw more pain with there wicked claws, dragging along the poor creatures body adding deep wounds which pour blood out onto the carpet. The Squirrel's gasps reflect this visage accurately, ear splitting.
No one can hear you...
   The doctor and his wife stop fooling; they're to engrossed in the presentation before them for any sort of distraction. The doctors wife plays with herself, watching Rudi abuse and rip apart his victim and in some way wanting the same, The doctor himself thinking about watching his wife's pussy ripped apart by the fine specimen in front of them.
   Rudi pounds forward one last time and his back arches, his climax has arrived. With a powerful moan he begins to pump out seed into Glens tight bloody hole, slowly bobbing forward just in order to fuck the hot liquid deeper inside. Glen screams almost louder than ever as the cum is drilled within his small framed body, boiling and twisting within his insides, so much of the liquid filling and filling, and pooling on the ground, a sweet combination of blood and cum. Rudi moans and pulls away, wiping his brow and letting out a chuckle as Glen collapses forward on the rug, asshole immediately tightening the best it can, its pink folds gasping and contracting sweetly. Rudi stands up and so do the Doctor and his wife.
"Lets find another room to play in."
   The Fox and Canine now seem completely fixated on the Pug, touching his body softly and they each make there way out of the room, Rudi buttoning up his fly and staying around for awhile, whispering in Glens ear; "We're getting allot of money for this, don't fuck things up." To which the Squirrel can merely manage to form a gargle in reply.
   They leave and someone hit's the light switch, the room growing dark.
"Good night."
Maybe it was all for the better... Money?
"My little fucking victim..."
Silence as someone locks the door from the outside of the windowless room, Glen trapped alone.
"See you in the morning!"
   Glen writhes and Squirms a little in the darkness, looking for the light switch and collapsing onto the couch, clenching a wound and crying.
   The 3 in the hall make there way off to another private office, Rudi already fondling the Doctors Wife's sweet ass before they enter, and the Doctor licking his lips as he watches the Pug's cock begin to swell again.