Obscureos Chapter One: A Deadly Meeting
Grace was your average Rabbit, living a happy life in her burrow in the woods with her brothers, sisters and other relatives. At the young age of 18 she was a favorite of many of the strapping young Bucks and never lacked for championship when she wanted it. Being quite the looker didn't hurt matters any either. Her body build was perfect for a Doe her age, nice and lithe with all the right curves, her B size breasts just perfect for the randy boys back home to cup and hold onto during the act. Grace still hadn't had a litter yet, but it wasn't for lack of trying.
Her fur was a light cream color, except for one long patch of darker brown fur that ran down the right side of her face, just under her eye, down her neck, over her collar bone and left breast to her belly, ending at her left hip. It was from her father, who was a mostly brown Hare with just a little cream.
Right now she was out in the forest gathering some food for everyone back at the warren, a woven reed basket laying over her left arm and resting against her wide hip. She was working with one of her half sisters, alternating between searching for food and keeping a look out for predators. Grace had found a nice ripe vine of strawberries and just started to add them into her basket when she heard Diane start to call out a warning before her voice was silenced. This causes the slightly older Rabbit to drop what she was doing and head back at a run to the burrow, her life more important than food right now. It was obviously too late for her sister, yet if she could get back to the others she would be safe. Rabbits might be weak alone but in mass they can take down a lone predator.
The young Doe didn't get more than a few paces toward her goal before a large black form landed in front of her. She tries to stop at the sight of it but skids closer, tripping over a thick root growing up out of the ground, which led back to a large oak tree. She wasn't able to recover her balance and feel to the dirt, face first. By the time she was able to sit up and about to run again the thing was upon her. Though her vision had tunneled from fear and her eyes where watered some from the dirt of her landing she could still see the face of her attacker, the face of Death.
It was a large Panther male, unclothed like she was. As he advanced the air around them grew heavy and Grace found it hard to breathe. Her breathing started to become labored and heavy, as if she was trying to inhale water. It was like a pliable aura of dread was around this creature, filling her body with rocks and paralyzing her with fear. She tired to run, but her feet felt like they where rooted to the ground and her legs couldn't even shake from fright. She tried to scream but she couldn't draw enough breath into her lungs and her mouth wouldn't move. The last thing she saw before her vision blacked out and she fainted where a pair of glowing red eyes closing in on her and perfect set of white teeth between black lips...
Grace wakes with a loud yell, panting heavily and covered in a damp sweat, her fur matted down along her slim body. She was still alive it seemed, yet she didn't know where she was at. The floor, walls and ceiling where made from a dull white stone and the room was about five feet long by six feet wide and seven feet tall with a single wooden door all the way on the other side of the room from her position. She was resting on a large soft pillow made from some red material with a matching red cloth tangled around her feet. A quick check over her body with her paws showed no wounds, not a single cut, scrape or broken bone. But when she actually looked down at herself instead of just feeling around she lets out a light gasp. Her fur was now all white, the white of pure snow in fact. It looked like all the color had been leached from her fur, leaving nothing of her former cream and brown behind. Also her breasts looked swollen and felt much more tender and heavier than usual. When she squeezed them lightly she epps as a stream of milk shoots from each of her nipples to spill out on the floor a few inches from the pillow. Since she had never born any children that shouldn't be possible...
In her confusion she didn't hear or notice the door open, too busy looking dazedly at the little puddle of milk she had accidentally caused. It was the change of air current and the scent of a predator that finally brought her back to reality. Looking up she saw the same Panther from before, though now he was wearing a soft red vest that showed his muscular chest and a pair of thin looking brown pants. This wasn't the first time she had seen clothing, sometimes if winter got really cold and huddling together just didn't provide enough warmth the whole burrow dressed in clothing made from the fur shed during summer.
The Panther's eyes were also no longer solid red, instead they where colored red on white with black in the center. For a brief moment nothing happens then Grace's instincts kick in and she scampers back away from the predator. The only way she could see out of the room was the door on the other side, and her captor was standing between her and it. So when she can't find another way out she backs up into an empty corner of the room, whimpering and trying to think of a way to escape. The Panther just smiles lightly, his white teeth showing nicely against the black fur around his mouth, his canines where longer than they should have been for his species...
"There is no escape my little pet, the only way out of this room is through the door behind me, and I am clearly in your way." His voice was deep and smooth, almost a constant purring noise, but had a deadly edge to it.
"Now if you behave I won't hurt you, so calm down some or your heart will explode." He runs his right hand over the back of his head, between his ears. He didn't have any hair, just a light covering of fur, unlike Grace who now had shoulder length white hair, the cream color it had been drained like the rest of her fur. Grace looks around quickly, but seeing that he spoke the truth and the added fact he hadn't attacked her yet makes her clam down a little. Still keeping her guard up she edges off the wall some, waiting for a chance to run past him and through that door to wherever it might lead. But her captor matched her movements, blocking her one route of escape.
"I won't be stupid enough to let you out of this room until I am ready for you to leave pet. Now sit!"
He points to the bed, and before she knows what happens she obeys him. Her body quickly scampers over to the bed and she sits down onto it, at the exact spot the Panther's finger had pointed. It was like her body had acted on it's own, out of fear or something else she couldn't tell. Once settled she didn't dare try and stand again, whimpering once more before speaking.
"Please, just make it quick, kill me fast, please..." This causes the Panther to chuckle lightly, before laughing for a moment. The sound causes Grace to cringe, covering her ears until he stopped.
"My dear pet, I'm not going to kill you. You will be allowed to live as my plaything. I will use and abuse you for a very long time, and you will enjoy each and every moment of it!" Grace clasps both hands together in front of her and shakes her head, the motion causing her ears to flap back and forth some as well.
"No! That's worse than just killing me! I will never enjoy anything you do to me, you, you monster!" This causes more horrible laughter to fill the room for a few eternal moments, the Panther wiping an actual tear from his left eye while holding his side, that's how hard he was laughing.
"Ohh, but you will pet. Here, allow me to show you just what I mean." He smiles again and thinks a moment before speaking once more.
"Lay back, legs spread wide, hands up above your head and stay in that position." At his direct command Grace obeys, laying out on her back and spreading her legs obscenely wide, arms going up above her head, fingers lacing together. She felt her body doing as told, and she couldn't stop it. She tried to fight but didn't have control any more. Once her body stopped moving, but for the rise and fall of her chest with her breath, she tried to close her legs. They barely even twitched, feeling as if they where held in place by an outside force. Once she was in position the Panther smiles again, licking his lips and removing his vest. He neatly folds it and places it gently to the floor, watching her body quiver ever so slightly as she tried to move something, anything, yet couldn't. He then takes off his pants, revealing his furry sheath with which the hard pink tip of his cock was already showing. He takes his time though, folding the pants and placing them with the vest. Now that he was nude again he goes over to stand above Grace, looking down at her also nude body and crudely licking his lips again, making a lewd smacking noise as he does so.
All the time her captor was undressing Grace had been trying to move her body, and when it was made obvious that she didn't stand a chance of doing that she starts to cry lightly. The sobs make her body quiver more, tears pooling in her eyes before finally running down her cheeks. She couldn't even move her hands to wipe them away. But most of all she wanted to close off her legs, to hide her exposed sex from the lusty gaze of the male above her. Seeing her crying the Panther kneels down, wiping her eyes clear and smiling at her. But this time the smile was different, one that was just slightly warm and one that didn't show his teeth.
"Shh now pet, it will be alright. No need to cry now, it makes you taste all salty, and I don't like salty." Grace sniffles one last time before she stops her sobbing, feeling calmed some what by his kind, yet still coarse, words. When she's calmed down the Panther leans forward and kiss her on the lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Grace wanted to recoil, to pull back away from him, to bite the intruding appendage off, but she found herself leaning as much as she could into the kiss, her tongue starting to play with his. She felt her whole body tingle lightly, causing her to moan in both pleasure and surprise. The kiss lingered and after a few more moments she felt his paws on her body.
First on her belly, lightly running claws though her thin pelt to her skin, which causes her to quake in both fear and pleasure, her body starting to respond to his ministrations. Her nipples perk up out of her fur and she could feel her labia start to moisten and fill with blood. Heart rate and breathing pick up and she becomes genuinely excited much to her amazement and chagrin. She starts to get light headed from lack of air as the white hot kiss went on and on and on, until finally it's broken and she can gulp down some sweet sweet air to fill her aching lungs. But since she was already panting and running hot, her ears started to kick in as cooling units, filling with blood and puffing out lightly to vent the heat of her body though the thin skin there. Her male companion and captor showed no signs of being winded and in fact seemed even more ready to go then before the kiss.
Glancing down her body she could see that his member was now at full length, laying on the bed beside her as his paws traveled along her hips, causing her to shiver in pleasure as claws traced around her vagina. Though she couldn't see it very well she guessed his shaft was at least seven inches long, and close to two inches thick. That was way more than twice the length and about twice the width she was used to taking from the Bucks back in her burrow. The thought of having that foreign limb shoved into her make her tremble with both fear and desire. Seeing what her eyes where locked onto the Panther smiles, sitting up some.
"Here pet, have a better look." He shifts, getting up onto her hips some, letting his shaft lay long her belly, giving her a full view of it. She was right in her dimensions, something that causes her to gulp lightly. Seeing the motion of her throat he smiles wider, chuckling.
"Ohh, so that is how you wish to start pet? That is fine with me." With a lust filled grin on his muzzle the Panther edges forward, gently grabbing her breasts in his paws and pushing them together which causes their owner to both groan and moan at the same time. He then slides his cock in between her soft mounds, moaning lightly from the feeling. Grace couldn't help but stare at the red head of his member right in front of her, panting though her nose she gets a blast of his musk with each inhale. It made her slightly dizzy and more aroused than she ever remembered being before. It was exotic, heavier and different than what she was used to, it wasn't meant for her kind. After a few short strokes though her valley the Panther shifts again, leaning down over her more.
"Open your mouth pet, no biting" Grace fells her muzzle open without her willing it to, though this time she didn't fight it like before. Once her mouth was fully open her captor pushes forward more, guiding his throbbing prick into her hot damp mouth. She moans as he slides over her tongue and her eyes flicker closed, the taste was so different from anything she ever had before, and now that he was going further the barbs at the base of his cock pulled at the tender flesh of her breasts some as he pushes forward.
Sure she had given a few Bucks blowjobs and was no stranger to the taste of a cock but this taste was so different. So much more powerful, thicker even. It made her tongue tingle along every inch, no, every centimeter. She couldn't help but lick at him to get more. That action causes him to moan lightly, nodding and smiling.
"Ahh yes, that's a good pet. Lick your Master like a good slave." Grace registers the words and stops her licking at once, but after the hot Feline meat is passed over the back of her tongue once more she has to go back to licking him, even starting to suck him some now. She was getting so aroused by all this, being ohh so helpless to stop him from doing to her whatever he wanted. Her nipples had fully hardened now, becoming solid brown mounds on top of white mountains. Her cunt was soaping wet filling the room with the scent of her arousal mixed in with his musk and literally drooling out onto the pillow. She wanted to reach down and spread her neither lips with her fingers, to start masturbating while he took his time in her mouth, yet she couldn't move, forced to obey his command to stay in this position.
Felling her start to suck him off the Panther moans once again, edging forward on her body a little more and carefully pushing his cock down into her throat, causing her to gag around the head of his member and involuntarily try to swallow him down. This causes him to hiss in pleasure, pulling back and thrusting forward again, going deeper into her. Grace's eyes widen as he forces her to deep throat him, something she had never gotten the hang of before. She couldn't control her gag reflex, so she was unable to stop her throat muscles from contracting down around him, swallowing him and milking him. It wasn't long before she could taste his precum start to dribble out along his shaft. It was thicker than she was used to, headier and not quite as salty.
Once that started the Panther pulls out of her throat, instead rubbing over the roof of her mouth and tongue again, giving her to chance to lick the tip of his dick to get a full taste of his pre. At first Grace was disgusted with herself for enjoying all of this like she was, being orally raped and some how forced to stay in a position that while not truly uncomfortable was obscene even for a Rabbit like herself. But the taste of his body, his cock and his precum, just got better and better and she wanted more. This causes her to start sucking and licking harder. This was just the appetizer, and she was ready for the main course. She didn't care he was Feline anymore, right now that only added to the flavor, making it ohh so much better than anything else in the world. Her mind started to phase out everything else but the hot throbbing piece of maleness in her mouth. She forgot the slight ache in her arms, the light pain in her legs and even the rampant tingling in her crotch. She became focused on one thing, getting the male on top of her to climax and fill her mouth with his delicious seed. Felling his Rabbit slave start to work in earnest the Panther can't help but smile, groaning and stopping his motions, letting her do the work.
"Ahh, yes, I see you've finally got the right idea pet. Ahh! Right there, yes, that's the spot!" The Panther start to murr, pushing forward into her throat again. Grace had found a spot just a little under the tip of his member he seemed to like licked, so her tongue attacks that spot with all of its might. She sucks him down when he pushes forward again, working with her muscles this time to swallow down as much of him as possible. She could fell his cock start to throb harder, faster, and his thrusts became more urgent. But the key thing that told her he was almost ready to climax was the fact his precum got thicker, so she worked that much harder knowing her goal was so close...
The Panther closes his eyes and bucks into his new toy's mouth a few more times before pulling out right before he could be pushed over the edge, grinning at the whimper this causes from Grace, her tongue following his cock to try and get more of his taste. He pants heavily, his body aching for a climax but he was waiting just a little while longer. He looks down at his new Bunny toy, seeing her blurred eyes focus in on the drooling head of his penis, her pink tongue still sticking out of her open mouth, trying to lick the slit of his shaft that was just barely out of reach.
"Do you want my shaft back in your mouth pet?" Grace moans lightly, nodding her head as much as she can.
"Do you want to taste my cum then slave?" Grace moans heavily this time, her eyes flicking closed as she nods again. She wanted it soooo badly she was hurting as well.
"Then you will have to beg me for it slave. You have permission to move your mouth to talk." She closes her mouth as soon as she could, working her aching jaw to ease the pain a bit and moistens her lips and the inside of her mouth before speaking.
"P-please...Please cum in me..I-i want to taste you so badly..." This causes the Panther to smile yet again, edging forward but not pushing into the open mouth, pulling his cock back a little instead, causing his captive to groan once more.
"Good, but not quite good enough slave. Try again." Grace's eyes roll back slightly, her eyelids fluttering before she speaks again, begging the predator above her.
"Please, Master, please allow me to..to suck you off. Allow me to taste your cum, please Master...I-I need it so...so badly..." Grinning triumphantly the Panther nods, licking his lips once again.
"Now that's better slave. I will allow you the honor of sucking me off and tasting my cum this time since you asked for it so nicely. Now open up!" Grace didn't need the order this time, she willingly opened her maw as wide as possible and wrapped her tongue around her Master's shaft when it was pressed into her mouth. It only took a few moments of licking and sucking to get him to press down into her throat again and climax. The Panther lets out a loud growl of pleasure when he peaks, his cock throbbing a few times and spilling load after load of thick cream down the Doe's slightly dry throat. Grace swallowed down as much of the thick spunk as she could, she felt it coating her esophagus and filling her belly, and when she couldn't swallow any more she felt it run out of her throat into her mouth then finally out of her mouth and down over her chin. It didn't stop there though, when she thought he was finally done with his climaxes one last lick as he was pulling out sends another shot of thick ropy cum into her mouth which she promptly swallows down without thinking about it, murring at the taste and texture of it. Panting the Panther slides off his slave, his shaft still rock hard though. Grace pants as well, trying to clear the spots from her eyes while she was licking as much of her Master's cum from her muzzle as she could manage, forcing herself to swallow down each and every drop she could reach even though her stomach was already so full from the first few eruptions, it just tasted too good to waste...
After a short rest period the Panther sits up and leans over Grace, taking her right breast in his left paw her squeezing it ever so lightly, starting to lap at her nipple without warming. This causes the Rabbit fem to eep in surprise before moaning in pleasure. She tires to arch up into him, but still can't move. The lower part of her mounds where still a little sore from those feline spines, but it was a good kind of soreness. As her Master licks at her, her tit starts to produce some milk for him, only a few drops at first but when he starts to massage the breast itself more she produces more. It was an odd sensation, being milked like this. It felt both erotic and not at the same time and she couldn't pull her eyes away from that dexterous and textured pick tongue lapping up her thin white milk off her pert brown nub. After a while he stops licking and start to suckle, his mouth and teeth expertly pulling the milk straight from her bosom. This causes her to moan in pleasure once more, eyes flicking until they close, the tingling coming back to her cunt as he worked her.
Finally after an untold amount of time he stops. Grace's right breast felt strangely empty now, lighter. Also it felt odd having one full breast and one empty breast, something her Master seemed intent on fixing since he was already crawling over her body to her other side, massaging her full breast with his paws, causing drops of milk to form on her brown nipple. Finally he's in position and this time he goes right to suckling her, only lapping away the first few drops he caused while getting ready. The feeling of having her other breast sucked makes Grace get even more aroused, something she never thought possible. She was so close to a climax even though her cunt had never been touched this entire time, yet she still needed some direct stimulation to reach a peak. It was driving her wild that she couldn't do anything to bring herself off. She couldn't rub her thighs together, or move her hands down to play with herself. It was both infuriating and highly erotic at the same time, being at the whim of this Panther.
After draining her second breast dry the Panther leans back, loudly smacking his lips and licking them clean, giving Grace a lewd smile to show he enjoyed himself. This causes her face to turn a deeper pink than it already was. She had been flushed this whole time, from the hot sex, but now a blush was added as well. After just looking at her body over for a painfully long moment he speaks.
"Close your legs pet, arms at your side. After a moment's rest shift onto your belly, then slowly up onto all fours. Find your balance then spread yours legs out as far as you can without falling down."
Grace's body starts to move without her, but she finds she can control herself as long as she does as told, if at a slightly slower pace. She groans as her legs close, the blood starting to return to them after having been motionless for so long. Though it wasn't as bad as the pain she felt when her arms lowered, the blood not being able to get to her hands very well so they hurt the most as feeling started to return. She had felt these sensations before, but never to this extent. It was as if her whole nervous system had been enhanced. She felt every single fur along her arms start to come alive, the skin under them tingles as blood flow was returned. Come to think of it everything has been stronger, but before she had just chalked it up to being with a predator. Could it be something else? Ohh gawd, what did this Panther do to her?...
Without having to think about it she assumed the position she had been told too. Arms spread just a little more than shoulder length apart and legs just a bit wider than that. This once again exposed her cunt for all to see, but also her tail hole now as well, her short little Bunny tail laying as flat against her back and as out of the way as possible. She can hear her Master shift and fell him move behind her. He chuckles some, and she feels his hot breath on her sex as he speaks.
"I see your very ready slave, but do you think your worthy of having me in you here as well? Receiving the gift of my cock and seed in your body not once but twice. What do you have to give me so I will quell the burning fire in your loins?" Grace groans, slowly closing her eyes and wiggling her hips as seductively as she can. She wanted him in her worse than she wanted to taste him cum again. Her body was indeed burning, every nerve alive with sensation. She was right on the edge of climax, yet not allowed to bring herself off. It was so painful, every fur on her body hurt because of it, but yet it all felt so good at the same time...What did she have to give him that he had not already taken? Thinking quickly she begs him once again, the words seeming to come to her from nowhere
"Please Master, though I'm just an unworthy slave, a toy, I need you in me. I have nothing but myself to give, my body, mind and soul, my very life. Please take what you will from me but I beg of you, quell my desires!" That was exactly what he wanted her to say, word for word. He had planted them in her mind, but not made her say them. She was his now, she no longer had a chance to escape from him. With those words she had made a verbal agreement to give up everything to him. A deal she would never be able to break.
"You are indeed unworthy of me my pet, but I will still grant you the honor anyways. I will take your body and your soul, but your mind you can keep. I have no use for a mindless toy, but one that can think and do as I need. You have also offered me your life, which I will take as well. I shall quell the burning and slate your needs my pet, but afterward I shall rip your throat out and kill you. As you have offered, in fair exchange, so it shall be." Grace can only shiver in fear from these words, but that fear is quickly downed out by lust as she fells his paws on her hips. She thrusts back against him as he takes him time in mounting her, wiggling, mewing, grunting, groaning and making every single lewd noise she can to try and get him to hurry and fuck her already. She no longer had a voice, unable to tell him to hurry, to beg him again. The Panther still takes his time, enjoying her frustration immensely.
He finally gets in place, kneeling behind her with the tip of his shaft just barely not touching her lower lips. After one last mew from his slave he thrusts forward, hilting into her with one long hard motion. Grace cries out in both pain and pleasure, her body feeling as if it was being split in twain from his thick shaft. His cock is so much wider than anything she had ever felt, it stretched her past the point of no return and back around again. It was also shaped so much differently than the Bucks she was used to, hitting all her spots just right, while being so long she felt him pushing up against her cervix. It was so painful, it made her whole body burn from the pain, her eyes watered and she wept, streams of tears running down her checks. Yet at the same time it was ohh so wonderful.
Her whole body sang in tune to the pain, bringing the most pleasure she had ever felt in her life. All the sensations from the moment she woke up in this blasted room to this time right now came together and her mind shatters as her body quakes with the most powerful climax she's ever experienced, all from that one single thrust. Her convulsions and waves of pleasure cause the Panther to call out himself, having his second climax along with her first of many climaxes, her body going off rapid fire without needing any help, at first. But the throbbing cock and hot ropes of cum being thrust deep into her makes Grace go off big again, pushing her to even newer heights. Her head flies back this time, her eyes wide open as the tears kept rolling down, letting out a scream that made no sound. She felt her womb fill with his hot seed, so full that it over flowed back out and down her legs. It was so hot it felt like it would burn her up in a fire from the inside out. It also marked her as his once and for all, and it felt ohh so right. Before she can calm down from her second large orgasm, her inner muscles still contracting lightly against the hot dick in her body, she fells her Master lean over her and softly whisper in her ear.
"As promised slave, I now take your life that you have given me". She has no time to think about even a word, or even a letter for that matter, before she feels his claws dig into both sides of her neck, ripping out both major arteries and her windpipe in one smooth motion. The Doe tries to gasp from the act, the sudden intense flash of pain that makes her vision go red, but with no air she can't do so. But she is able to thrust back against the Panther, having one last climax as her body convulses one more time as her vision starts to dim, her body slumping forward onto her face. She starts to get very cold, and finds it hard to think straight. But the last thought she had before she fell into the sweet embrace of Death was wondering at why she didn't feel any blood from the wound along with just why her cunt was still so tingly...
Smiling the Panther pulls out of his new toy, stretching some as well. He had lied, he didn't really kill her. When he first meet her, before bringing her here, he had taken a part of her soul and confined it inside of his own body. As long as he lived she would be unable to truly die. She would merely go unconscious while her body healed any normally deadly wounds. And with her giving up the rest of her soul to have him quell her sexual needs that is just what he took with that 'killing' blow. Now she was his, now and until the end of time. She would make a most excellent play thing as well as food source.
Obscureos the Energy Vampire wouldn't go hungry for a very very long time...