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Masturbating Abuse

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

The malamute lay back on her bed, though even that was too small for her, really. It was too short for a creature of her size as she kicked out a leg over the size, bulging with muscle even though she was losing her winter coat in favour of a lighter, summer one that was still double-coated. Cupun did not fare well at all in warmer weather, that much could be said, but she'd lived in that more moderate climate for long enough to know how to deal with it, the fan washing a cool breeze over her fur, although it was one of the industrial-sized ones used, more frequently, for drying fur.

Her grey fur blended through the slashes of black and white with her belly being a lighter shade than the rest of her, although few got to see that with her sharply pointed ears always on edge, twitching back and forth, alert at all times. The darkness of the bedroom was privacy for her that she did not need, a burly, butch kind of fur who was comfortable wherever she was and even more so if she was taking up someone else's space.

The night wore on, the cover of clouds darkening the night sky as she lay there, chuckling faintly, her tail wagging, though even that little movement possessed nothing soft or light about it.

“Fucking Harris…"

Yes, she did know his name and still thought it was a pathetic one, even for a human. Anthros had much better-sounding names than that, stronger names, hers coming down from her heritage, the land from where she was the most comfortable. But that man... Well, he had been so thick as to call her a husky – a husky of all things! Even remembering it brought a rise of anger to the pit of her stomach, a snarl pulling at her lips, though the paw that dipped between her thighs seeking out a heat that rose inexplicably every time she thought of that man.

For Harris had not been the one that had bested her, a weak male whose head did not even reach her shoulders. She laughed roughly in the back of her throat at the thought of how weak and frail he'd been, how easily he'd fallen, how quickly she'd almost broken him past the point of no return. Humans were like that, terrible at maintaining any sense of composure even in how they held themselves, but she'd folded him over her arm like a towel, broken him like a plank of wood – and all only for show too for none of it was in the name of self-defence.

“Yes…"

Her fingers found her pussy and pushed in, though such pleasure was something she only undertook when the need struck her, whether that was with some kind of “partner" or not. It was all for her, whenever she wanted to do it, and Cupun was not a malamute who much cared about where she undertook such pleasures. It was all for her, only for her, and she groaned out loud as she rocked her hips up, driving her hind paws powerfully into the bed as her fingers plunged deep.

Yet anything and everything that she undertook with her body was a shade lighter in comparison to what she had done to Harris, her lust growing more and more every time she sank her fist into him. A slap just wasn't enough to get the heat of her up but it was a starter, an appetiser for the main course, imagining his face spreading with redness before her right there and then.

Where they were in her fantasy wasn't anything that Cupun was at all worried about, however, clenching her jaws and rumbling out a growl that surely passed through the wall, disturbing the neighbours but not for the first time. Neither would it be the last as they were all far too scared of her to even consider confronting how noisy she was at home, even the tread of her heavy, thundering steps echoing through the floors and walls. She struck terror into all that met her and Harris was no exception to that, her fingers driving in hard and fast to bring her body to its first howling orgasm of the night.

Her toes curled and flexed, head twisting into the pillows, letting her lust freely grind through as she saw him before her, at her paws, a whimpering, simpering mess of a human being. She didn't know how he was able to get around and do anything with how snivelling and grovelling and weak he was, on his knees begging her for…what? She never listened but her ears pricked up to hear him beg all the same each and every time. Otherwise, he just wasn't worth her time.

Welts across his skin, put there by her paws and her claws. She didn't blunt them like most furs but decidedly kept them finely trimmed on his skin and clothes, softening the edges just enough to be reasonable for society. The fur of her fingers and palm, along with her inner thighs, was already soaked with her orgasmic juices but that was not enough to stop her from groaning, pushing her hips up, need rising as her mind fed her imagined images of the man that she had taken a liking to, if one could be so callous as to call it that.

His arsehole gaping after she'd fisted him with her paw and her arm, well…yes, that was a sight that had her lusts up all over again, hankering already for another orgasm even though she'd only just had the first. One was never enough for her and she teased her clit to the thought of Harris begging for mercy on his knees, a black eye and a fat lip only the start of his injuries. Grubby and sweaty, he prostrated himself before her, bumbling and begging, words flying over one another and blurring together in their haste to leave his lips.

“Fuck…"

Don't hurt me, please don't, you're so strong, you're too big for me…

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Like hell she was! She was just the right size for a needy little slut like him, a weak-willed man who needed her just to do anything to him. She'd seen how hard his puny, little cock got when she was hurting him – well, when it wasn't too much even for him. But she needed him and that was all there was to it as she abused him from head to toe, ripping at his hair and even closing her fist around his throat.

Fuck, that had been hot, seeing him kick and squirm and get so very close to blacking out again. She'd made him pass out a few times but there was something about making someone get to the point where their ability to breathe was compromised that was viciously hot, sending a throb of pleasure through her. Even the malamute's nipples tingled faintly, erotic pleasure arcing through her, utilising her body while Cupun refused absolutely to give up that control.

No, it was for her and she crushed his head beneath her paw as he howled and she climaxed, the real world blurring the lines of the imagined. Another climax was not enough still, regardless of how it burned through her veins, and she imagined the feel of his head beneath her paw as she bore down on it, shifting her weight just to get a sliver more feeling of something different, something else to bring a rise of pleasure to her.

Muscles bulging, she tensed and groaned, twisting back and forth, her hips rising as if she was actively fucking someone right there and then, though she did not lower herself to wear a strap-on. No, if she was fucking someone, that was going to be with her own body, shoving Harris down with his arse raised. Her paw would reach inside him, pounding and thrusting, perhaps even a second joining it.

“Yes… Oh, fuck, yes!"

That was what did it for Cupun, her body on fire, tingling with sparking electric thrills that, even as she sought to refrain them, could not be controlled. She could happily live in a lie with herself though as she threw her head back and howled, knocking the pillows off the bed and slamming the headboard into the wall. What would the neighbours say? What the fuck did she care?!

Her paws powering into him, his gaping hole strained past the point that it could take, clenching down around her arms. Her wrists disappeared into his backside in her mind's eye and she howled out her vicious lust, driving into him over and over again, only affording him the humiliation of climax before her furious need. It was not for him, of course, that she sought out the spike of his cum flowing forth for he would never, not even the once, have any kind of pleasure to go along with it, but for her, always for her, only for her.

He would be spread open on her arms, yes, so that he could never, ever tighten up again, a toy for her to beat up, to use and abuse, over and over again. Cupun moaned, snapping at the air, passions rising all over again. Maybe she'd even keep him tied up in her kitchen – not because she wanted a weak, useless pet like that but because he was good as a punching bag. Shoving his face into her cunt would have been too good for him but she could get her rocks off grinding on his leg, showing him all that he could have if she thought that he was actually at all worthy of her attention in that manner.

No more than a glorified sex toy in her mind, Harris would be used over and over again until he could not get up, arms shaking, bruises spanning every inch of his body in shades of purple, black and yellow. In various stages of healing, his skin rang red-raw where she'd struck him more recently, not caring for old wounds, only where she could hurt him the most. A split lip adorned his face as she forced his head between her tits, smothering him and cutting off his ability to breathe, although that was probably one of the kinder things she imagined doing to him.

His nuts too were the crème de la crème of it all for her and it was with the thought of them in her paw, squeezing down harder and harder, watching his flesh bulge between her fingers, that she raced towards her third orgasm, fur sweaty in a good way. A shower would be needed after such fun but she was hardly ready to succumb to that as she thrust her way to orgasm, fingers sliding sloppily into her tight cunt, grinding down onto her paw for the thrill of it. Her clit bulged and throbbed against her thumb and she lavished due attention on herself, imagining squeezing, pinching, his nuts tighter and tighter, the flesh viciously sore and abused already as he was taken apart for her own amusement.

For the was nothing left of the man that he had once been under her hold and her domain, dominated until there was nothing left of him for her final orgasm, roaring out her lust as she coated her paw in her juices, squirting furiously. There was no holding back, not even then, thumping and pounding on the wall, a kicked-out hind paw knocking over a lamp. The bang was nothing in comparison to the rage of her spent lust, orgasm slow to fade, burning through her with the wrath of a creature not yet given their due.

Yet with a gleam in her eye, she knew that she had more ideas of what to do with Harris than ever before, already planning their next time together as her paws teased through the sloppy mess of her cunt, still eager for more.

“Weakling…"

But she would not have used him as she did if he was anything else.

It was the way of it.