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The lights in the club flashed and pulsed like the lights of a cop running down a suspect vehicle. The music playing matched the lighting in its subtle tone. He knew the song and it was so deliciously perfect, it was by a band named ‘She Wants Revenge', the song itself was called ‘Tear You Apart'. His voice was a callous whisper. "Fitting."

Across the way he could see Shal sitting at the bar. She had put her long white-and-blonde hair up into two pigtails, it was disgustingly cute. Her body was clad in a form-fitting black dress with thin straps that led to a long dip at her cleavage. Under her arms there was a long v-shaped area covered by mesh that gave the dress an almost bikini-like appearance. It rode up her legs to about mid-thigh so when she crossed them one could see the black lacy panties between her legs. The ensemble had been finished off with two long black gloves more to prevent fingerprints than anything else. The contrast of her soft white fur against the dark black of the dress reminded him of when he had first taken her virginity.

Getting back to the situation at hand he watched the press of bodies in front of him from his position at the bar not far from his counterpart. They writhed and danced with the music almost like a living extension of the beat. Each of them indulgent and weak, though his mental commentary was pejorative he couldn't help but think that he was here as well. His hands opened and closed almost instinctively as if searching for a neck to grab. His dark brown eyes looked almost black, so much so that he was often told that he looked as if his eyes were dilated constantly. He had chosen a black outfit as well, a long black coat with thin silver stripes and black pants of the same type with a white undershirt. It definitely wasn't as flashy as hers, nor did he find himself as attractive as her but his opinion was biased.

He watched her work from where he was as she sipped a drink and swept her gaze out among the gathered in the club. Her first target didn't come anywhere near her. He almost stopped the leopardess himself, watching her as she walked by. She had strange markings, her arms and legs had a white band and she had another that most likely went from her torso all the way down between her legs. He knew he'd like to see it but this was her night and the prey was hers alone.

As the night progressed he watched in curiosity as the previous tigress engaged in sexual congress with a male and then retreated out of the back of the club. That was their planned route of escape should things to south but he thought nothing of it. Silently he applauded her for her performance and then hasty retreat while another part of him cursed her as an indulgent harlot. Not long after they retreated they came back in and made for the exit, causing a commotion. The perfect time.

He nodded to Shal who had been busy watching a lovely red vixen and her counterpart take the center of the dance floor. Watching her move she approached a short, skinny little mouse of a woman standing by the bar not far from her. She whispered something in the girl's ear to which the small woman nodded excitedly and followed her out of the back door. Gathering himself and his other selves he stood and followed them after waiting a short time. The door was slightly ajar when he reached it so he stepped outside and closed it, spying his quarry and her escort walking down the alley supposedly toward her car.

His shiny black shoes made no sound as he walked; he had purposefully worn soft-soled shoes for this purpose. It was easier to sneak around when people couldn't hear you. His muscles played perfectly underneath the concealing clothes, an observant person would note that his gait was perfect and his eyes never left the brown-furred woman. He got a closer look at her now; she was wearing a dark blue miniskirt and a tight light blue shirt with no straps. She was obviously in decent shape because her stomach could be seen between the waist line of the skirt and the hem of the shirt. Her fur was recently groomed, darker than he had originally thought. She had a head of short-cropped blonde hair that barely went past her ears. She was chatting noisily with Shal who was quiet, she was always quiet when she finally chose her victim, and he'd noticed that. As he glided forward toward them the girl suddenly turned around and met eyes with him. His dark visage made her flinch but Shal put a hand on her shoulder.

"That's my boyfriend, don't worry." Shal's soft voice said, trying to calm the woman down with a smile and a light nibble on her ear. "He's going to watch."

"You didn't say anything about that." She replied, her eyes locked on his.

He could tell she couldn't look away, she knew a predator when she saw one. Trying to look disarming he smiled and tried to lift his head up so his visage didn't look so menacing only to find that he wasn't in control anymore. Cursing his luck he knew who had control now and he felt sorry for the slight woman. As he approached her he put his hand on the bricks near her head and leaned forward, breathing in her scent along with a slight whiff of fear.

His eyes closed and he leaned even closer, his lips just barely an inch from her ear. His breath was warm even though she shivered when he spoke in his deep voice. "You look delicious."

"I don't know about this." She squeaked softly, looking from Shal to him and back. "I want to go back inside."

"Be a good girl and don't scream." Shal said softly as she put a single slender hand over the woman's mouth and held her against the wall.

He'd noticed that Shal had gotten stronger as he had begun teaching her more martial arts. He was careful never to leave external bruises or indications on her when they sparred though; she had to be perfect for their weekend ‘trips'. A sort of personal satisfaction hit him when he watched her take the helpless woman's arms and pin them above her head. She leaned forward and kissed the small, squirming woman full on the lips, their tongues danced momentarily and as she pulled back a thick strand of saliva connected their tongues.

Reaching up to grab the woman's arms he pinned them hard and placed his hand back over her mouth. He gave Shal a nod and she grinned, kneeling down in front of the helpless victim. Usually he wouldn't want someone to see their faces but Shal had convinced him it didn't matter if the victim enjoyed themselves. She had a sense for the ones that would succumb, eventually. Looking down he watched her roll the miniskirt up and pull the girl's dark blue panties down off of her legs and leave them around her high-heeled feet.

The woman groaned and began crying as Shal's tongue invaded her womanhood. All he could see from his vantage point was her head moving back and forth, up and down. He could imagine her skilled tongue tracing a line around a quivering slit. His approval was apparent from the bulge in his pants. After watching his little apprentice ready their prey he grabbed her shoulder and pushed her back. Obediently she unbuttoned his pants and pulled his cock through the hole. He had purposefully selected button-fly pants because zippers tended to chaff. When her mouth slid over the head of his cock he moaned and leaned his head back looking up at the sky. It was tainted with the glow of the city so he couldn't see the stars.

Through the entire process the prisoner struggled and tried to get away but her efforts were worth nothing. He was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of Shal's tight mouth on him. Her tongue swirled around the head as she pulled back and she used her hand to stroke him a little before tugging it toward the helpless girl they had chosen this night. As he slid it inside she tried to scream until he squeezed her mouth shut. Slowly he buried himself inside of her and pushed the head and shaft as far as it would go, his hips met hers quickly. Shal stood up and took over holding the woman down for him.

He grabbed her hips and lifted her off the ground letting her body rest against Shal's. He could see her white-furred breasts pressed down from the weight and as if sensing his intent Shal pulled the woman's shirt up above her tits. Suspended between the two of them her arms were pinned behind her back and now that her mouth was free she was moaning but not screaming as they had thought she would. Shal squeezed her left breast and he shot his head forward, biting her nipple softly as his hips pumped back and forth.

She was bucking with him, enjoying herself immensely from the wet slapping sounds he heard coming from their sex. He could smell her dirty little hole begging him for more so he lifted her ass up and dropped it down, penetrating her deep and hard. The fast motions were quickly bringing him to the brink so he slowed it down a little and let her nipple fall from his mouth. He kissed her soft lips fleetingly causing her to arch her head forward and whimper when he pulled back, his grin was genuine and she was now his just like all of the others. With each slow thrust she would attempt to move her body to get him to fuck her faster but he just slowed down more causing her so much frustration she was drooling from one side of her mouth and growling at him.

Shal slapped her cheek hard from behind and angled her head around, kissing the impatient little mouseling to supplicate her need. Their new toy gasped once and he laughed when he figured out that Shal was pinching her clit. The dexterous woman had moved her hand around and even now swished her fingers back and forth causing the woman to grunt and go limp. Using his last few thrusts he fired a huge load into her, pushing his hips so far he could feel her ass pressed against his balls. After draining himself thoroughly he pulled his dick out of her and they dropped her to the ground, heading around the corner to leave the dazed girl there.

"Hold it right there, let me see your hands!" An amplified voice called out, startling them both.

Shal was still around the corner so he moved to block her and pushed her down the other side of the alleyway when two police officers approached him. One was fat and balding, tall but corpulent. He wore a long tan trench coat with a white shirt and tie followed by a pair of khaki pants. The other was wiry and short with thick glasses and a thin hitler-like moustache on his upper lip. He had the look of a dedicated man, with a pristine white shirt and coat and a matching pair of pants. As they both approached him with their guns out he made sure not to glance down the alleyway and give Shal away.

"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you." The fat man started as the skinny one handcuffed his hands behind his back.

His mouth was tight, he wanted to talk but something had a hold of him, he knew it was one of them but he wasn't sure which one it was. As the officers felt they had him he suddenly whipped his leg out and kicked the gun from the fat man then simultaneously threw his head backwards, making contact with the other cop's face. Once he recovered his stance he dodged a clumsy right hook from the fat man and kicked him in the gut, spilling him forward. Before he could turn around his vision exploded into stars on a black canvas.

**

There was white around him, all of it unfamiliar along with the buzz of fluorescent lights. As he tried to open his eyes he found that he had a splitting headache. That didn't detour him from straining against what seemed to be thick leather restraints. He found himself lying on a hospital bed in a very sterile room containing a sink, bathroom, and a locker that was open revealing his clothes and belongings. He could see the side of a uniformed officer's head and hat through the narrow rectangular window. Looking down he was enraged to find out he was in a hospital gown. They had obviously drawn blood from him using his left arm; he could feel it and see a slight bulge that must have been a cotton ball and medical tape.

The restraints were relatively flimsy but he had to be sure of his escape before he broke them. His teeth shone white through a wide grin when he laid his head back down on the pillow and looked up at the window of his room. It was definitely wide enough for him to get through but the sound of wind gusting through the cracks of the old portal told him he had to be at least three floors off the ground.

A growl escaped his lips and he perked his ear to the side, someone was heading down the hallway. He quickly laid himself back down and made his breathing rhythmic and steady, keeping his senses tuned to his surroundings. As he figured the door opened and two people walked in. One was a female from the sound of her light steps. The other was a male. Both of them were carrying clipboards, he could hear the metallic clang of a pen on the aluminum.

"He should be up and around soon. I want you to keep an eye on him though; I'm not sure how effective the anesthetic we gave him will be." The male said first, he had a deep voice, not as deep as his though. "I've never seen anyone with this level of infection, the P.R.M.L. running through his system must be keeping him running."

"I don't understand, I thought that primal killed its victim within a few months." The female's voice was beautiful, not as nice as Shal's but it was good.

"He seems to be infected by a different strain. His muscle mass has been increased and his adrenaline levels are high but not enough to harm the host body. He's definitely aggressive and his instincts are more prevalent than that of a normal person but he still has his higher brain functions." He couldn't see it but he knew the doctor shook his head from the swish of fur against shirt. "This is a dangerous predicament, we have no clue how many people have been infected. Anyone he's had sexual contact with has a chance of developing the infection."

"Alright doctor, I'll make sure to keep an eye on him." The curtain around his bed moved slightly, blocking the view of him from the door.

He heard the door open then close but he kept his eyes shut just to make sure that he was alone. He heard nothing for a long time but he suddenly felt a hand caressing his crotch followed by a pair of warm, wet lips sliding down over the head of his cock. Opening his eyes he chuckled lightly when he found a familiar face, a white-furred mink with blonde red hair and green eyes. She had been Shal's first choice weeks ago. He'd had sex with her five times in one night before they let her go. "Hello Natasha."

"As soon as I heard they caught you I had to get assigned to you master." She said softly as she used her hand to stroke the shaft of his dick.

"Good girl." He whispered lightly, leaning his head back to enjoy the attention. She'd obviously gotten more skilled at it; he felt her dainty tongue running all along the head until she drove her head down onto him. She took every inch deep into her throat and moved her head up and down rapidly, the sound of her saliva and the feeling of her tight little throat was wonderful.

"Give it to me daddy." She whispered into his ear, unbuckling his restraints quickly.

Once he was free he threw her down onto the bed and turned her over, face down. She was wearing a long skirt but no panties, fine enough for him. Not bothering on the preliminaries he crammed his entire manhood deep inside of her moist vagina. When she grunted in response he grabbed her arms and held her down, using his leg muscles to pump her fast and hard. She was still just as tight as he remembered; it felt like she was sucking him off with her velvety folds. Each thrust was like agony for him as he fought to hold on for just a little while longer. Taking another route he dropped to his knees and leaned forward on her body, thrusting his hips into her ass with a wet slapping sound from the mess she had made on his crotch from salivating.

Trying not to be loud he put his hand over her mouth and whispered dirty things into her ear, she moaned in response to his low voice and tried to move her hips upward so he could penetrate her deeper. Obligingly he leaned back again and slid his thumb into her ass as he pounded her pussy as hard as he could.

When she tried to cry out he put a hand back over her mouth and squeezed just a little. She squirmed and writhed beneath him until he finally released deep inside of her, splattering her already messy insides. "Get me out."

"Yes master." She said through her panting as she indicated the locker his belongings were in.

He got dressed quickly after cleaning himself off and stood to the far side of the door, looking out around the corner. The guard was still there so he looked to Natasha and tilted his head toward the door quickly, indicating that she should do something about the officer outside.

"When you get outside head left and then take your immediate right, there's a flight of stairs that will take you all the way down to the parking garage in the basement." Natasha pulled a set of keys out of her pocket and handed them to him. "Take my car and have Shal leave it downstairs when you're done."

With a nod he smiled at her, a thick grin that made her blush a little. He liked her, she was useful. It was also apparent that with each woman he infected with this odd virus they had been talking about he gained a loyal follower. This could be very useful indeed. "Meet her downstairs, with more about P.R.M.L."

"I'll gather what I can." She nodded to him as she exited the door and whispered something into the ear of the officer.

He watched with a smile as she led him across the hall and around a corner, guessing what she had promised him. Exiting the room his mind began to work and wonder at the same time.