Midnight revenge
Crimes are easy to get away with when you know what you're doing. Well, in comparison to when you don't know what you're doing that is. If you could put a measurable unit on how difficult it is to get away with rape I'd say it's about 97/100; there's evidence all over the place when you're done, it takes a while if you're actually trying to enjoy it, there's more of a struggle and (depending on where you put it) a lot of resistance.
I'd planned my revenge for, what, three months? Brooding on what he did to me, thinking on what I was going to do to him. At first, all I wanted was an eye for an eye, but then I wanted something worse for him... Complete humiliation? Daily breakdowns? A complete destruction of his personality? Whatever I did it wouldn't be too hard to get the act done, escaping and not being convicted was the hard part. So of course, my planning was thorough.
A strong alibi, no witnesses, muffle us both, use a condom, dispose of said condom with fire, scare him into never speaking about it, make sure they can't prove I had motive and more importantly don't kill him.
That last one was the hardest, not killing the fucker who'd ruined my life for the past few months? I say life, but no fur around me knows that I'm doing this. Maybe all he's ruined is my thoughts. I couldn't stop being angry about it yet at the same time I felt like crying. His brother, my roommate, seemed to provoke those emotions as well. I can't count how many times I brawled with him. Any other furson might go to a therapist or take pills, but I knew that revenge was the only thing that was going to make me better.
Three months after it all I finished my planning, decided on how to get to him, what my alibi was, everything. There was a party, courtesy of Talon's frat. Of course, I got invited, but I turned it down and said I needed to study. Sure, it wasn't the strongest alibi when I'd made that promise, but the photos of my desk littered with my study materials were. A couple of posts with fake timestamps may have made me look like an attention whore, but at least I wasn't going to go to jail. I admit, I did keep up that facade for the entire month of practically documenting my entire life online, but that would only make my case stronger in the long term. Not that I planned on ever getting caught. I wasn't a complete fool though, I got myself a real furson for an alibi too. Silas, one of my close friends. I invited him over, studied with him for a little bit and drugged the poor guy. He'd be out for hours with the dose I gave him and I'd be back in time for when he woke up. And that was my alibi. In an ideal world I could have framed someone and gotten them sentenced instead, but I'd rather not be the canine version of Icarus.
The party started at 8:00PM and just about everyfur was drunk by half past nine, so that was when I slipped in through the backdoor with a hood over my head and headed straight for Talon's bedroom.
Under the guise of a secret admirer, I'd invited Talon up to his room for 'kissy times' but only if he kept it a secret. I wasn't going to take chances, so I searched his room for any unwanted guests before I climbed into his cupboard to hide.
Talon came up to his room at 9:45PM, as instructed, and alone like I needed him to be. He shut the door and sat down on his bed, waiting. For the moment, his back was turned from me as he stared out the window twiddling his thumbs and giggling.
I hoped the hinges had been oiled recently. Opening up the wardrobe as silent as a grave, I stepped out and didn't dare close it for fear of it squeaking.
In my forepaws I held a thick bag, take a guess about what I was going to use it for. There was a knife tucked into my trousers and a couple of pairs of handcuffs. I wasn't taking any chances and by no means did I intend this to be a fair fight, if a fight at all.
I crossed the room without making so much as a creak, got next to him without him sensing me and before he could do anything the bag was over his head and he was screaming into it.
Limbs flew out everywhere as I toppled onto him, his legs mostly kicked air, he occasionally connected with my sides. His arms were more successful, battering against me as I tied a knot in the bag sealing it on his head. His barrage of punches and slaps came to a halt as I snatched a pair of handcuffs from my trousers and snapped it around a wrist, then the bed post. A loud scream escaped him, he struggled to pull out of it and tried to use his other hand to free himself, only for that one to be restrained too on the other bedpost.
Now he was my captive and this entire ordeal was going to plan.
Time for fear.
I needed him undressed, but with his hands tied above his head it was rather difficult to get him shirtless. That was where the knife came in.
Distorting my voice by speaking as lowly as I could with a gruff, guttural tone I ordered:
"Stay still, neither of us wants this knife to slip."
A barely audible whimper escaped him.
"Who are you?"
"Your rapist."
He trembled, even then I could see beads of sweat forming on his body.
"And if you don't co-operate, your murderer."
His t-shirt was quite cool, it was a graphic with a horse dressed in a spacesuit with the text 'I'm out of this world!' Too bad I had to cut it off. Pressing the knife to the hem of his shirt, I cut upwards and away from me, slicing the fabric in two and just grazing over the horse's flesh.
"Feel that? I've got fifty places I want to stab you, but if you play nice I'll let you get out of this with all of your fingers."
I shoved the tatters of his shirt in a plastic bag, I needed to burn the evidence after all and even with the rubber gloves on I could still leave a trace. His leather jeans were quite nice too, it was a good thing I didn't have to slice to remove them. Talon even lifted his legs for me to allow me to slide his underwear off too.
"Good boy..." I growled, shaking them off over his shoes and shoving them in the bag.
I removed his shoes and socks, then buried them in the bag which I promptly tied up and left at the side of the bed for me to grab later. Out of that same bag, I retrieved lube and a condom along with another bottle of drugs, before I sealed it of course. I hoped they, the drugs, wouldn't give him amnesia, I needed him to remember the pain.
"Please.... What are you going to do to me?" His voice begged as I shackled his ankles.
"Already said. I'm going to violate you, until you bleed, cry and bleed some more." That was all I gave him, ignoring his incessant begging.
What to do first?
What was most humiliating? He was already naked in front of me, his body exposed to the elements and my perverted gaze. But did that qualify as trauma? I could hit him. Or beat him? Or not, Talon hadn't gone that far after all. The horse had forced me to blow him, but I couldn't exactly make him do the same. His ass was going to have to do.
Tugging down my trousers and boxers, I found that my cock was already beginning to slide out of its sheath; at about half-mast and I hadn't even lubed up, maybe I was enjoying the power too much.
I teased my balls a little bit, nudging my cock all the way out. I popped a viagra pill, rolled up a condom and slapped some lube onto it as well as onto my fingers. Couldn't very well have the poor git beneath me screaming too loud.
That reminded me.
"Scream, call for help, or make any loud noises and I won't hesitate to kill you."
"Okay. I promise I won't say a word, just please don't..." He sobbed.
"Shut up. Swallow these."
I shoved my forepaw against his mouth, reaching under the bag, and slipped a few pills into his mouth. I kept his mouth shut tight and tipped his head back, forcing him to swallow them. When I removed my forepaw he gasped for breath.
"Now... what you were saying? Don't what?" I gave out a sadistic chuckle as my lubed fingers floated towards his pucker.
"Rap-"
"Too late."
I pressed my fingers against his pucker and with just one, forced my way in.
"Stop, please..." His voice teetered off as his body sank and his lips shook.
"Good pony. Let it happen."
This wasn't too different from sex. All I had to do was loosen him up a bit, in the exact same way I would do it my boyfriend. Yet this was emotionless. Actually, scratch that. There were emotions between us, but not the right ones.
Curling my middle and ring finger, whilst letting the other two spread out across his bubbly ass cheeks I slid the digit in as far as possible. When I could go no further, I wriggled around and spread lube over his clean walls.
"Thanks for douching, guess you really did want to get railed tonight." I jested.
He sobbed in response, twisting about as my finger continued to spread the thick, slippery goo over his walls. I pull out, then apply more lube to my finger. He hisses as I press that same finger to his opening and go back in. In no time, his tunnel is slick with lube.
Spreading whatever's left on a second finger, I pressed the two digits to his pucker and drew circles with my claws.
"Such a tight little hole."
I feel his body shaking, either from his crying or my touch.
"You're a virgin aren't you?"
He nods under the bag.
"Say it. Remind yourself of what you're losing here, tell me what I'm taking."
Talon hesitated, then spoke when I threatened to spear him open with my fingers.
"Yes, I'm a virgin..." His voice was quiet and shaky, he sounded like he was being held at gunpoint. "I'm losing my virginity. You're taking my virginity."
"Damn right."
The circles I'd been making stopped abruptly and what little pleasure he was getting along with it. It was replaced by my fingers driving forwards. His sobbing stopped whilst he gasped for air, sucking in lungfuls each time as he writhed and struggled.
I pumped my two fingers in and out, not caring about how he hissed and twisted in pain or anger whenever I went in at a funny angle. If anything, I was beginning to do that on purpose. I can't explain how good it felt to hurt that son of a bitch.
Surely some fur, might come check on Talon if he was gone too long, so I needed to put him under as much pain as I could and stretch him fast.
Two became three and his whimpering turned into sobs, yet he rocked back and forth each time I thrusted into him with my digits. I knew he was trying to throw me off, not that it would work.
"You like that pony boy?"
"No... please stop!" He begged and sniffled.
"Not until you're ready to take my cock like the bottom bitch you are."
My fingers continued to dance across his prostate with fury, no wonder his cock was standing tall. His cock spewed pre like a fountain, the glistening, liquid dribbling over his manhood despite his fear. He couldn't deny that this felt nice, I watched in delight as the bag over his head moved, indicating that he was biting into his tongue to keep from moaning. But I needed to hear him make those noises.
"Groan for me!" I snarled, shoving my fingers in deep.
His mouth shot open with a gasp and the subsequent motion of me pulling my fingers back elicited a sensual moan from him.
"Stop!" He followed up with. "No, no!"
They, my fingers, were yanked free with a pop; if he didn't want to be stretched out that was fine by me. Three fingers wasn't nearly enough to be ready for me, but who am I to deny a pretty boy's wants and needs?
Having lubed up my member, I dug my claws in his hips, lined up and slowly pressed forwards. Talon gasped as he remembered the sensation of having a thick dick opening him up.
"N-no!" He stammered, trying to throw me off by shaking about.
But it was too late, my head slipped into him causing him to cry out in pain and then howl as I glided in from the tip to the knot.
"Shut up!" I hissed, grabbing my knife and slashing his thigh drawing a pool of blood. "Didn't I warn you?"
"You did, you did! I'm sorry-so sorry..." The horse mumbled his words, head bowed in shame.
"Next time I cut your tongue off."
As his blood dripped from my knife, which I now clutched in my left forepaw, I began to work his tailhole like the fuck hole it was made to be. To think, the horse had spent months subtly asking for my cock and now that he was getting it all he could do was wail like a baby. If it didn't stop, I'd be tempted to end it myself.
Like the blood on the tip of my blade, pre dribbled out of my cock and into the condom. How I wanted him to feel the wetness of my juices filling him, for the stench and feeling of my orgasm adhere to his insides until he had the strength to wash it out. But it was too risky, just a couple of drops of it and they'd have my DNA. Hell, I was leaving my furs all over this room and him, but the fight I staged here yesterday should explain those hairs. I'd wanted to rape him there and then, the fucking tease was in his underwear and I caught his bulge from the corner of my eye after I stopped grappling with him.
"I'm gonna cut you for every time I think you've been too loud. You're lucky I'm not counting the times before this." I growled through my teeth.
Cruelly, I thrusted forwards and smashed my knot against his entrance whilst he was still processing what I said.
"One!"
A small nick across his back, another trickle of blood.
His scream went out into the bag, but I was sure some fur downstairs might have picked it up.
"Two!"
An addition to that first nick, turning it into a cut that could be played off as a cat claw. The idiot still made a noise.
"Three!"
And that cut turned into a slash. Then two more either side of it.
"Getting the point yet?" I asked rhetorically as Talon's dark hickory fur turned the colour of wine, places of it becoming brighter by the second.
"Yes... I scream, you cut me." He balled, then placed his head back against the pillow behind him.
"Good. But by all means, keep screaming. I'm playing fair, but if I wasn't such a nice guy you'd never be able to even glance at your own body without seeing one of these scars."
Talon didn't have a response to that, so I kept on plowing him. No noise was good noise as far as I was concerned.
The knot fucking stopped, after all I wanted to enjoy myself. That'd be difficult without an orgasm, but there were plenty of furs downstairs in the party who wouldn't mind getting my dick. I could climb out the bathroom window and drop down to the side of the house whilst it was empty.
Somewhere in the distance, under the buzz of the party I heard a neighbour shouting at some fur to turn the music down and stop the party else they'd call the police. They were just bluffing.
A craving washed over me, I wanted to see him cry. I pulled out of him and chuckled as a thin stream of blood followed, pooling under his tailhole on the bed sheets. He closed up after me, for what was probably going to be the final time in a while assuming I could get my knot in there.
After retrieving a blindfold from the bag I'd gotten the condom from, I reached under the bag that covered his head and tied it over his eyes. Two more followed, for good measure. Finally I removed the bag. Now I could see everything I wanted.
He must have bitten into his tongue too hard, his teeth were stained red in places. The dark hickory colours along his muzzle were darkened further and trodden down by tears. Distungily, a glob of snot fell from his nose as he started to beg for mercy again.
"You should be thanking me, you don't have to risk suffocating."
Undoubtedly, he refused.
"THANK ME!" I snarled, stabbing the knife into the bed sheets next to him.
"Thank you!" He howled back, too loud for my liking.
I drew the knife from the bed and slashed across his muzzle, he was smart enough not to complain despite the crimson liquid bubbling up from the cut in his face.
"Try anything and I'll cut off your hooves." I warned, freeing Talon's ankles from the handcuffs.
I wasn't just going to let him have his legs free though. Raising them to the roof, then bending him backwards and backwards ignoring his yips of pain, I cuffed them to the bed posts above him. Now this was quite the sight.
Talon was still on his back, his head facing me from between his spread legs and his tailhole winking at me for more. I should have brought something to torture him with, parachutes or a mallet or something. Sure I had my knife, but one wrong slip and my sentence would have gross bodily harm added to it. I may have been raping this guy, but I didn't want to look like even more of a sicko.
Getting onto the bed, I squatted over the horse. It was an awkward position considering that I was still wearing my clothes, but I managed to line up my cock with his ass and sink back in. He must have been tensing, his face twisted into a sobbing grimace and his body shook as he felt me penetrating him yet again. No begging though, as much as I liked knowing that I was in control, I didn't want anyfur hearing.
Pressing my knife into the middle of his chest, I rotated it around to toy with him. I'd take it away when I rammed my knot in, but whilst I was just easing him open again I could have my fun.
I lowered my cock in and then plucked it back out, pulling free each time to slap my cock against his ass.
"Don't like how it feels bitch boy?" I jeered as I sank my cock into his tailhole, going down further and further until my knot punched against the puckered lips.
Pleasured surged as Talon squeezed, trying to get me out of him. His hole was much tighter than I liked, so of course I had to teach him a lesson. Sooner or later he'd learn that he couldn't fight me. I carried on sinking into him, pushing back against the force and keeping his tailhole forced open. He yipped and hissed, squeezing and squeezing until he gasped and gave in.
"Shouldn't have done that pretty boy. Could have given yourself a tear down here."
"F-f-fuck you! I'll kill you! My dad's a lawyer!"
"Your Dad's next! Take this like a man!"
I shoved my cock forwards, deep inside of him and rejoiced as I felt his tailhole give way. How he didn't scream I don't know, but my knot popped inside of him, filling up his backside. Talon moaned, writhed and wriggled to try to force me out, but my plump knot kept me locked in. I ground my hips against his, my balls slapping his back lightly as I sent ripples through his prostate.
"P-please... Don't! I'll come if you do that!"
"Do what? This!" I moved faster, my thrusts and swishes being empowered with more force.
"Y-yes!"
"What about this?"
I reached over and took a hold of his cock. It wasn't the most impressive member I'd seen, no bigger than your average glass. My forepaw moved up and down his cock with speed, forcing him to dribble out a copious amount of pre cum now that his prostate was getting some serious attention. All through-out the short handjob he was begging not to come, that must have been the first time a bottom had asked not to have an orgasm. I didn't mind delaying it for him. Squeezing his cock brutally, I shook it to frustrate him before snapping my forepaw away.
"Your asshole is getting brutalised then, my friend."
I began pulling my knot from his hole, his begging grew louder and louder. The blood pumping around my body boiled, my heart thumping in my ears and my palms growing sweaty. My cock pulsed with each tug, I knew that I was close. But I couldn't finish, if I did the condom might break. I'd have to rub one out at home. With a roar and the determination not to finish in his pitiful excuse of a hole, I tore my knot free and beheld the damage I'd done.
His tailhole bled slightly, gaping wide at me. No obvious tears, but I'd imagine he had a few deeper inside of him. Not my problem though.
"That was one heck of an orgasm..." I lied. "Your pussy is perfect, little one."
"No....." Talon's voice trembled. "You didn't!"
"Shhhh... You did well! Getting me off like that, it's your turn."
I reached out again and took a hold of his cock, causing the horse to shake.
"Please! You said you wouldn't make me!"
"I lied."
These next moments were a blur.
My forepaw pumped over Talon's quivering cock a few times, a finger tracing the prominent, throbbing veins. Of course, I ended up sinking my cock back in to make this faster and more memorable. I rubbed his medial ring and chuckled as he sobbed for me not to touch him there. A finger was slipped into his sheath to torture the most sensitive parts of him. Pre trickled onto his face. My forepaw moved faster. Two fingers massaged his glans forcing his cock to pulse and pull away from each touch. His balls came closer to his body. My other forepaw moved faster. Pre was spread all across his cock.
"Please...." He begged weakly
His hips bucked.
His body tensed.
His mind broke.
He came.
The boy burst into tears as his cock jerked and cum flooded forth, squirting over his chest and his face in power explosions. It arced through the air and splashed over him as more bubbled forth to trickle over his member and his body. His fur was stained white in places, I must say it was an improvement.
With my cock still lodged inside of him and his body tensing around it, I admit that my own orgasm may have escaped me. I grunted, moaned and bucked my hips a couple of times as my seed flooded into the tip of the condom, bulging it out.
"Fuck..." I groaned, slowing down until I popped my knot free for the final time and slipped the condom off.
It wasn't broken, fortunately. Before any dripped out, I tied the condom up and dropped it into the bag I'd brought with me to burn it. That was when I sealed the bag and did my best to make sure that it wouldn't be opened again.
"Good boy. Sleep for me..." I whispered, leaning in and taking a hold of his throat.
Talon couldn't fight me, not in the state he was in even if he were free of the bondage. He twitched and convulsed slightly as my forepaws closed around his neck. The horse was K.O'ed before I knew it. Stepping away, I checked his pulse. Still alive. As much as I wanted to kill the horse, he wouldn't live with what had happened to him if he died. I freed him from the bondage and wrote him a short note.
":) Thanks for tonight! :)"
Hopefully he'd cry at that like I screamed at his texts.
I gathered my things and all the evidence I needed to remove and slipped out through the window. Undetected, I hurried to my car and chucked it all into the boot. Under the cover of the night I drove home and by midnight my revenge was done and all evidence burnt in an incinerator two cities away.
Slumping down onto the couch, I cracked a beer and slipped a forepaw into my trousers to pop my cock out of the opening. As the football played on the TV, I slowly jerked off and snickered at the thoughts of my revenge.