Captivated: Abduction
#1 of Captivated
First part! Another story about a bad fox being bad.
Captivated:
1) Abduction
2) Arrival
Well, I guess this had to start at some point... This is the first story I've ever posted here, so try to br at least somewhat kind with the criticism. Generally speaking, I don't like my own writing style, so I'm depending on you guys to let me know if this is as bad as I think it is. If you spot any grammar or spelling mistakes, or what to suggest that I reword certain sentences, I implore you to say something.
That being said, now, here's a bit of a warning: this is just the beginning, in more that a literal sense. The things that the fox has in store for his new toy are... extreme. I'm going to warn you now, to try to prevent some of the shock a horror that will ensue in the future.
"Hey there, wolfy, how are ya?" A cheery-sounding voice came from the darkness.
The gray-furred wolf turned to his left and growled, trying to sound as imposing as possible, "What the fuck do you want?!" There was nothing there but a semi-dark alleyway.
"You're so silly. You can't figure that out on your own?"
This time, the voice was behind him. The lupine wasn't given much of a chance to figure out what happened before a red and black furred arm wrapped around his midsection. "Get the fuck off me, you creep!"
"Whoa, now, watch the name calling. It's not nice."
The large wolf quickly turned, attempting to catch his assailant off guard. "I told you to get the fuck off me!" But, again, he was outsmarted. The clever person simply turned with the wolf, keeping out of sight. "Okay, now I'm getting pissed."
Then the voice was right in his ear. "Gotcha."
The wolf opened his mouth to retort, but was cut short by a sudden, piecing pain in his neck. "Ow! What the fuck was that?! Com'ere, ya little bastard. I'm gonna beat the..." The canine's sentence was ended when the second paw, presumably the one that caused the pain in his neck, wrapped around his muzzle and held it closed.
"Your gonna what..." The arm around his waist disappeared, and the person carefully stepped around the wolf, still holding his muzzle closed. The wolf noticed that he was a fox. "No, really, I'm interested to know. What are you going to do? Remember, you gotta open your muzzle to speak..."
The wolf tried. He really did. But the muscle relaxant that the vulpine had just injected him with was as strong as it was fast-acting. The poor canine, no matter how strong, simply didn't have the ability to fight back. When the wolf attempted to use his own paws to stop the fox, they would make it to the level of his chest before falling back to his sides.
"Do you want me to let go? Is that what your senseless swatting means?" The wolf weakly nodded. "Okay, you asked for it." The fox removed his paw from the wolf's muzzle. Evidently, the larger canine hadn't thought it through; the fox's paw was the only point of stability he had. Once it was gone, he stumbled around for a few seconds before falling to the sidewalk. The fox smirked "See? I was just trying to help. You refused, and now you're laying on the ground. I hope you're proud of yourself." The cruel vulpine then bent down and, in a surprising show of strength, pulled the wolf to his feet. "Are you going to let me hold you up now?" The wolf nodded, his ears folded against his head. "Good boy."
Having a sudden idea, the fox wrapped both of his arms around the wolf's midsection and pulled the other canine close to him. This unexpected movement caused the wolf to loose his balance and, in an attempt to steady himself, he grabbed the fox. Although it was not his intent, it was as if he was returning the hug, just as the fox had planned. The fox leaned in and spoke directly into the lupine's ear. "Really good boy. If you keep this up, we might not make it back before... well, you know." In case the tipsy wolf was unsure of what the fox was implying, he slid one paw under the elastics of the wolf's shorts and boxers. Once there, he reached under the tail and rubbed the wolf tailhole. Unready for this, the wolf moaned and tried to pull away.
The fox was ready for this, however, so the wolf didn't get anywhere. When he opened his mouth to protest, the cunning fox, who had planned this too, reached his other paw up and pushed the wolf's head toward his own, meeting the canine half way for a kiss. Due to the size differences of their muzzles, a full, deep kiss was difficult, but the fox still managed to interlock their teeth, keeping the wolf from pulling back. Once in this position, the vulpine began to run his tongue against the inside of the wolf mouth. Of course, the wolf didn't reciprocate, but that wasn't expected.
Without breaking the kiss, the smaller canine stopped playing with the larger one's tailhole and moved his paw, still inside the wolf's pants, to the front, and began fondling the his sheath and balls. Moaning into the kiss now, the fox squeezed and pulled the wolf's privates, hoping to elicit a reaction. After a few moments, the fox broke the kiss and pulled his paw out of the wolf's shorts, but was sure to keep his other paw around the lupine's chest, to keep him from falling again.
"Woo da 'ell do woo tink woo are? Wime not gay! Get away fwome me!" The wolf slurred, trying to pull away. If he was in a less intoxicated state, the wolf might have thrown up. What that fox just did to him was easily the single worst thing that had ever happened to him.
"Not gay? You could've fooled me. You really seemed to enjoy that. Not as much as I did, granted, but still... you moaned. So don't lie to me." The brought the paw with which he had fondled the wolf up to his nose and took a long sniff, closing his eyes. "That's nice. It really is. We're really going to have a fun time together. We should get out of here, though, before someone sees us. I'm sure you don't want to get caught."
The fox began walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction the wolf had originally been heading. The wolf, who was now starting to loose some mental capacities, realized that they were going the wrong way. "No, no, I need to go dat way." He moved his arm trying to point behind them.
The fox, who recognized that the wolf had stopped struggling, played along. "But my car's up this way, just around the bend. I figured I'd just drive you home."
At this point, the drugs the fox put into the wolf were really starting to work. The relaxants, which were beginning to ware off, were just the beginning; the second step, which the wolf was currently experiencing, completely disoriented the victim, putting him into a complacent stupor, just as the fox wanted him. Stuffing a groggy canine into your car wouldn't look very good if he was caught. If the wolf was acting of his own power, nobody would look twice. "Oh, okay, I guess that's fine."
The fox nuzzled the wolf's neck. "As long as you agree, bud. Do you think that you can walk on your own, now?"
An interesting side effect of the psycho-active drug was the inability to retrieve short term memories. In a few hours, the wolf would remember that, after being molested, he willing followed the fox. "Yeah, I think so. Thanks for helping me. You're really nice."
"That's what I keep telling people. No one seems to believe me, though."
"I wonder why... I mean, you're helping me get home and everything."
"Oh, you'll find out soon enough. I promise you won't think I'm nice anymore."
"That was really creepy. Are you sure I can trust you?"
The fox smiled, "What was really creepy?" He loved to play with his toys.
"I- I don't remember. I guess it couldn't be that important, right?" The wolf looked thoughtful for a moment. "Hey, fox, where are we going? I live back there. I need to get home. Maybe we should turn around."
"We're going to my car. It's right up here.
"It's a good thing that I have someone caring like you to look out for me. I seem to be really out of it. I could swear that you just told me that. By the way, what's your name?"
The fox was suddenly panicked. "That's, uh, not important right now. We should hurry up." He started to walk faster, pulling the wolf along behind him. If the lupine's memory was returning, it wouldn't take much longer before the third stage to take effect. He'd have make sure to fix this for next time.
"What's the rush? Can't we just walk? I don't feel so well..."
"Okay, here we are." The fox stopped at an expensive-looking car. He hit a button on the key pad in his pocket and the headlights flashed. "Try not to scuff the seats."
"Shit, man, you drive this?! Wow, this is awesome." The wolf just stared at the car before he felt a sudden pain in his head. "Whoa. Did you just hit me?"
The fox opened the door. "No, of course not. You might feel a little better if you sit down."
"Yeah, you're probably right. Thanks for the lift." The wolf sat in the large, leather seat before looking back at his Good Samaritan. Seeing the fox triggered a rush of memories. He started to get up. "Hey! You're that bastard that tried to-" but his words were cut off when the fox slammed the door, catching the wolf's paw. The fox chuckled at the yelp that came from inside the car.
"Shouldn't have had your paw there, dumb ass." The fox closed the door the rest of the way before walking around to the driver's side door, getting in, and starting the car. Before pulling away, the fox looked to his side at the now sleeping wolf. Even if he miscalculated the amount of drugs to give the him, they still worked. The fox knew that he had at least eight hours before the wolf would wake up â€" more than enough time to get home. "Sleep tight, buddy, we got long ride ahead of us."