Everyone Needs Saving
#1 of The Silence of the Savior
Chapter 1
She was hunched low, ready to fight, but her back was pinned to a wall, paws pinned beside her. The three figures closed in on her, but no fear shown in her pail green eyes. The one closest to her, the Greyhound, suddenly lurched forwards. She slunk to the side and grabbed his shoulder, pulling his muzzle into the brick behind her. He yelped and spun away from the wall, falling to the ground too focused on trying to stop the bleeding.
Her attention misplaced for only a moment, something broad and flat hit her across the back. Her opened her mouth in a silent scream as the Beaver's tail knocked her to the ground. She caught herself on her paws, but those were soon ripped out from underneath her. She turned fast enough that is was her check that hit the ground instead of her face. She twisted and tried to pull free as her elbows were brought together behind her back.
She wanted to shout terrible things at the Mountain Lion that now tied the ropes he had been holding around and around her arms. They would be numb in not very long. She could hear the Greyhound struggling to his feet muttering. Taking a step closer, he swung his foot into her ribs. A whimpered grunt was all she could manage. "Stupid bitch!"
"Gees, calm down! You don't want to break her before we have our fun."
"I think she broke my nose!"
"Well fine, you can go first if that'll make you feel better." She could see the disgusting smile that spread across his face as he bent down close to her own.
"Yeah, I think I will make you pay you little bitch!" Grabbing a hold of her ear he pulled it up, making her stretch her neck, bearing it to him, as she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Her eyes shot open and her chest jumped as if to yip in pain as she felt his teeth sink into her skin.
She twisted under the Mountain Lion's grip on her arms, but that only made the Hound's teeth pinch and twist her fur and skin harder. Another grunt escaped her and she shot one of her legs back, only slightly surprised when it came into contact with something. She could feel her skin give as blood started to mat the brown-red fur of her neck.
"Gah! Damn it! How'd she know I was back here?" The beaver fell to the ground, holding his crotch in pain where her foot had hit him.
The Lion laughed, "Because you're so loud any Wolf could hear you coming a mile away!"
"Any Wolf, huh?" The Hound stood and slapped the Lion's bear forearm. "Then how'd we catch this little Red Wolf so off guard?"
She could hear the Lion's laugh ring out again and feel his weight shift over her till she could feel his breath on her other cheek. "We just got lucky, didn't we pet?" He snaked his tongue out and licked her from where her neck bled up to just under her eye. The feeling of his coarse tongue and the mixture of his saliva and her blood on her cheek made her want to retch. She twisted and jerked, but he lifted his head out of reach of her shoulder, laughing harder. "She's so cute when she's angry!"
She could feel him grab her thick neck fur and push her face further into the cold, hard cobble that made up the opening in the alley. When she opened her eyes, all she could see was other wall across from her; the Greyhound was out of her site. Suddenly there was a paw at the base of her tail. Another silent yip as it was pulled hard. She slipped back a little, knowing her hips where higher in the air now; little chance of her getting her legs free to kick.
Then she felt a sick pressure on her tail hole. The Hound had pushed his crotch up against hers and she could feel his canine cock starting to press against his and her own pants. A sickening shiver ran through her body, making her gut churn. Her eyes closed again, against a tear as she felt the Lion's teeth clamp down on her ear, his paw not on her neck let go of her bound and nearly numb arms, trailing up and over her shoulder. Pulling the straps of her pail blue tank top and black bra off to the side, he continued around the front of her, paying close attention to her breast, squeezing and pinch. She gagged and almost did retch. Anywhere his paws touched her felt wrong, dirty, but she wouldn't sit and take it. As his paw trailed down her stomach and to the top of her loose cargo pants, she tried to move her paws.
As he fumbled with the button, then reached for the zipper of her pants, she felt his own, feline cock start to press against her back as he straddled across her. With as much strength as she had left in her arms, she stretched them back and dug her claws into his crotch. His own claws dug deeper in to her neck as his paws twitched and spasmed.
"Dude, what's wrong?" She could feel the Hound shifting behind her. The Lion was growling in pain and anger as he tried to wrap his claws around her throat.
"Her claws! AH!! Damn it, get her off me!" She could make out faint laughter from the Beaver still sitting on the opposite wall as the Hound tried to get his paws between their bodies. She was smiling till the Lions paw finally made it around her neck, cutting off her air supply. She squeezed harder, making him yell and hold her neck tighter. Jerking as much as she could, doing as much damaged as she could, she started to see black spots in her vision. Panic finally started to set in.
"Hey!" Suddenly the Hound was gone, she couldn't feel him any where. Her mind was starting to slip away from her as she heard the sounds of fighting. Suddenly she gasped for breath as the Lion's paw was ripped from her throat, though she refused to release her claw vice of his crotch. She knew she heard him screaming in pain.
Trying to slow her breathing as any trace of her attackers vanished, she finally rolled to her side, willing the spots in her vision to dissolve. She watched as the Beaver flew across her vision, into the opposing wall of the ally. Suddenly a Fox's face filled her vision. She snapped back hitting her head on the wall. Gritting her teeth, she curled in on herself.
"Oh god, sorry!" She felt paws on her head and tried to struggle against them, trying to growl but only managed the bear her teeth. "Hey, hey! Its ok, I'm here to help. My name is Jack, just try to calm down." Looking up into the Fox's face, she saw his eyes were full of worry. She sighed and laid back down, resting her eyes for a moment. Hearing a gagging sound, she lifted her head and look to wall across the walk way from her feet. The first thing she saw was a thick, smooth tail curved slightly up on it's self. It was wagging in a mix between happy and angry. It's black and brown fur she followed up to a set of dark jeans, holding tightly to muscled legs. Further up was a white muscle-tee and black fur on the back of a head that had short ears hanging against it.
It was a Rottweiler. She tried to growl again, bearing her teeth, but then she noticed his arm. Thick muscles covered in black and brown fur, tensed down to its paw, which was wrapped around the neck of the Mountain Lion. The gagging sound came from him as his feet dangled a foot and a half off the ground; his back forced into the wall. There was rustling and her eyes snapped to the Greyhound, struggling to his feet, eyes locked on the Rott. Not even remembering the Fox next to her, she swung her foot around and caught the Hound's, sending him crashing back to the ground on his stomach. Lifting it high, she brought her heal down on the dog's back, knocking the wind out of him and hearing a few ribs crack.
Not letting go of the Lion the Rott turned his head and looked at the Hound, gasping at the ground for air. He looked to his Fox friend, but he shook his head and pointed to the girl they'd been helping. The first thing he noticed was the anger and hatred in her pail mossy eyes, not a trace of fear. Next, however, his eyes went to her fur and the build of her body. Only then did he notice that she was, in fact, a Red Wolf.
Taking some pressure off the Lion's neck he was holding, he let him slide down the wall before he through him to the side. As he scanned back up her body to her face, their eyes locked. Some of the anger left her eyes, but they were far from pleased or grateful. He doubted his looked much different than her own.
Long has there been trouble between Wolves and Rottweilers. Not just because of local gangs in the area, but dating as far back as tribal wars between them. It was something ever pup and cub were taught from the beginning. Never to trust.
Their stares held till the Fox finally chimed in. "Jared, we need to be getting her out of here."
"Yeah," his eyes went front Jack's back to hers that had never left him. "Do you have somewhere you can go? Family, friends?" He spat the last out, as if it were very unlikely.
She held his gaze for a long moment before she slowly shook her head. Turning away for as short a time as possible, he met the Orange-Brown gaze of the Fox. "Jack?"
"Hey, no way man. My girlfriend is in town this week, she would kill me and you know it!" Meeting her pail moss again, he sighed heavily.
"Alright, you can come to my place, but only for the night!" She bared her teeth, her eyes clearly angry now. "Hey, I don't like it any better than you, but you can't go home. These guys," he kicked the Lion and he moaned out in pain, "or their buddies will track you down and tear the place apart." Her eyes never changed but she lowered her lip and her teeth were out of site. "After a day or so it should be safe enough to go back."
"Jared, you know.."
"Hey! It's not my problem. One night is enough." He looked back at her, but she never said a word. Probably better that way.
Not tearing her gaze away from his own Dark-Brown eyes set in a, she hated to even think it, handsome face, cover in black and brown fur same as the rest of him, she slowly struggled to her feet, her arms still tied behind her back. Her eyes fluttered and her step faltered for a moment as her head swam, dizzy from the blood that still trickled from her neck. Jack's arm caught her and she immediately tensed, turning her gaze to him. He hardly noticed her reaction as he set about untying her arms. She tried not to let them fall limp as they were released, not wanting to show any weakness if she really was to be staying with a Rottweiler.
She heard the Rott mutter something about 'better to leave them on.' Jack shot him a look as her eyes met his for a long moment before he turned and started out of the alley. Hesitating for a moment, she finally followed, the Fox watching her every move to catch her if she fell. Back out in the street, the Rott started a fast pace, almost too much for her to keep as her head still tried to swim away from her.
"Jared, slow down, she's been through a lot." She only heard him scoff, but he did slow down just a tad. "Well, you seem pretty strong willed, I'm sure you'll be fine in no time...um...I didn't catch your name." Their pace wavered for just an instant; she knew the Rott... Jared, was listening.
She turned her gaze to meet the Fox's curious eyes. She lifted her arm, it felt like a ton of bricks was trying to weigh it down, and patted her throat with her paw. He started at her confused for a long moment before realization flooded his eyes. Then anger. "Was it something they did to you? Those monsters, I'll..."
She reached out and touched his shoulder, getting his attention, before she shook her head. She only patted her throat again, till she looked forward and saw the Rott staring at her. Her face firmed and her stance straightened; no weakness.
"I can't believe those assholes would try to attach someone who can't even shout out in defense! It's monstrous! I wish the law would actually do something to those kinds of guys rather than run with their tails between their legs or accept bribes!"
"It only makes sense, Jack," he was back to watching the streets around them, not looking at her, though he could tell she was still looking at him. "Of course they would want to attack someone who had less of a chance to defend them self, it means more of a chance for them to succeed and not get caught."
Her throat heated with all the things she wanted to yell at him, her numb paws balled into fists over and over again. "Yeah, well, from what we saw of them, I doubt they were ready for the likes of you, huh!" Her eyes never left the Rott, but her anger subsided as a bit of pride shown through.
He turned and looked over his shoulder at her, anger and pride mixed in her features, flooding her eyes. He turned back to the street, not wanting to admit anything out loud, but he knew Jack was right. She had seemed to do pretty well against three guys her size, or even a bit bigger since the Lion was his own height.