Desolate
#2 of Veritas
Veritas
Desolate
Second entry November 15:
The Guards where not for me, though now I almost pray it was
I'm starving to death, I might not be wasting away but for those damnable rats. All I am fed is a crust of bread and a solitary cup of water, the water I try to ration, but the rats, the rats always get the bread. It's either that or your fingers, or let them gnaw away at the cadaver in my cell at night, and the snap and crack of bone being stripped is to much to bear in the dark where there is no light and the mind plays trick on itself. At night I cannot see the body, but I know it is there, the rotting stench of it fills the room, fills my nose, fills my mind and in my minds eye i can see its skeletal frame. Its fleshless grin mocking me, mocking my mortality, mocking God with its faceless smile and when I think about it, it feels as if my very soul is frozen and reflected in those empty sockets. It seems such a change between night and day. The day is a time for rational and level headedness, the night is the time when it seems as if i am to fall into the brink of insanity. Oh how the hunger pains me, I shall try to take my mind off of it in the contnuation of my story.
It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to keep my shame secret, from Nathan, his mother, sometimes I even thought poor old Martin must know. I had tended to mass and knew through the good fathers sermons that I was sinning, putting my immortal soul through the chance of damnation. I decided to seek his help on the matter. It was on a Saturday after work, I told Nathan I had a confession for the parisher at the St. Johns Cathedral, which we passes each day, It was a towering monolithic cathedral built in the gothic fahion with rising spires set hard against the blue of the sky, majestic srowns bearing grimacing gargoyles, silent in their vigil of the house of God.
I walked past the heavy set wood doors, atleast a foot thick and reinforced with iron into the dark grim foyer, the only light that of the softly glowing prayer candles in stark contrast with the light of the beautifully painted stained glass. I moved deeper in to the comfortable darkness, I had always loved the peace of the church, the silence, it was like a rock in a river of progression, and all that progression had ever been for me was broken dreams and lies to those you love.
There was a discreet little confessional near the end of the church in a little alcove between a parishners grave and a statue of the Virgin Mary. I opened the door and entered the closet like space and had a seat on the red stool. The bar was slid back and through the iron filligree mesh a young voice of a Wolf seemed to float through.
"What ails you my son"
My mouth was suddenly dry and Ii had trouble getting the words out.
"Forgive me Father for I have sinned" I mutteredd, the words falling out of my mouth like dust. "This is my first confession, father and I seek guidance. I have been having lewd thoughts towards some one father, and even though i dont want to sin I do it anyway, I can't stop myself and I dont want to go to hell, just becuase my body won't listen to my mind."
The preist chuckled to himself, but not quietly for me not to hear.
"Is my damnation so amusing to you father, am I so beyond hope that you must mock me for my crimes." I had cried in near hysterical tones
"No no my son" The Father reasured me that this was a natural thing, a form of original sin passed fown from man to man as a debt to be paid for the sins of Adam in eating the fruit. "Now tell me, what is the young lasss name?"
"Thats just the thing father, his name is Nathan."
The pastor said nothing, he just left his stall, walked over to my portion, and before I knew it he had torn open the paltry door, reached in grabbing me by the collar of my shirt, tearing it nearly in half, pulling me out and backhanding me hard across the face, his ring leaving a cross shaped welt on my cheek, and dragged me to the front gates and threw me out onto the step and practicaly screamed at me.
"Abomination! The Lord has no love for such deranged perversity that you filth take part in. BEGONE SODOMITE FROM THIS HOUSE OF GOD!"
And there I was, laying at the foot of the steps to the church, my shirt torn open revealing my nubile chest and stomach, my fur tousled and filthy from the grim on the street and bloody from scratches to many to count, a preist screaming at me calling me a sodomite in the middle of a busy street with hot tears of shame and loathing for the preist and myse pouringlf down my face. I ran.
It was dark out when I finaly stopped by London Bridge. I leaned haevily against the railing, breathing heavily, my legs weak and rubbery about to give out from under me. Naked from the waste up, the tatters of my shirt hanging over my shoulders, my tears long ago dreid, marring my fur.
"Well what 'ave we got 'ere eh Jimmy?"
I turned around suddenly to confront the two and tell them to mind their damn business, but they looked a fair bit of bruisers, one was an albino rat with beady red little eyes
and a tall well muscled ferret.
"That theres a Foxxey Davie, and from the looks 'o it I'd say 'ees 'ad a rough night, Whats your name 'er son?" said the Ferret
I didn't like the way their eyes kept looking over my body, but it was best not to draw any unwanted attention " Names Elijah, Eli to me freinds, look gents I dont want any trouble."
"Eli eh, 'ey Davie, we gonna start any trouble?" The one called Jimmy asked as he slowly advanced on me
"Well Why Would we wanna do that tah the little un eh Jimmy?"
Seeing where this was going I treid to make a dash to the left only to be grabbed roughly by the scruff of the neck by the rat and thrown forcefully to be caught by the ferret Davie
"Aww now take 'er easy there lad, we just wanna ave a bit o fun wit you is all." They said as they tied me up and stuck a filthy rag in my mouth dragging me kicking and fighting into a dark alley. Now years of hard work and poverty may have left me skinny, but I had a fair bit of muscle on me but it was useless when compared to two full grown men whos job was to ruffle people up. They tied my hands up above my head with some rope tight enough to cut off circulation, pulled down their pants to their ankles and stripped me down, so I was lying naked in a puddle of water in a deserted alleyway, my red fur muddied and sullen, I had begun to cry in utter despair again. The rat pulled a long butchers knife from his tunic and said in a voice barely above a whisper. "If you so much as whisper for help we'll gut you got it?" and pressed the blade to the bottom of my chin so he drew a drop of blood, forcing me to nod with my eyes. Their loins bulging as they eyed up my naked frame, taking off the gag the ferret kneeld over my chest constricting my breath, his manhood dripping a clear, sticky substance all over my face and neck.
"Listen up you little brat, were gonna screw you right hard and your gonna suck my cock hard as I tell you too . And if I so much as feel your teeth I'll mess up your pretty face bad got it." And as I was about to say yes when he forced his length down my throat, forcing me to force down a gag as the knife was again at my throat, I waited for him pull away, or atleast stop, my tongue trying to find a way to open my mouth farther so he didn't stretch my jaw so much. "Ohhh this kid has a great mouth Davie, you should try the little whore"
I couldnt help but blush and cry in shame at the insult as my mouth was being pounded, begging silently for it to stop , put he just kept pushing in farther and farther until I could no longer breath, I started to panick as my lungs began to burn, I tried to struggle but the ferret with his meat in my mouth payed no attention to my struggles as they only hightened his pleasure. And there off to the side was the rat, sliding his hand fast along side his stiff aching rod in time to the ferret fucking my face. Finally he pulled out far enough for me to get a single breath before pushing it all the way back in, the pubic hairs above the cock tickling my nose. But despite all this there was a part of me that was enjoying this, made evident by my plumping sheath.
"Eh boy you ever had some one down there" The rat laughed as he moved to my rear, and lowered his head, and holding up my tail with a free hand he prodded my hole with his tongue. "Nope, your to tight." He laughed as he adjusted mimself, lining up. "Get ready boy this is going to hurt like hell." And with that he rammed his entire length into my virgin hole, freash tears of pain and new levels of humiliation welled from my eyes. I remember after that agonizing pain in my rear as his hard shaft buried itself into me, my hole blossoming with fiery pain, as the force of the thrust pused me foward burying the cock in my mouth deeper into me, my tongue still trying to find a way around it eliciting groans of pleasure from the ferret as he began to pump in and out of my muzzle, the rat seemed content to just have his length sit there in my warm tailhole. The ferret violating my front began to groan more and his breathing became ragged, he grabbed my hair and pulled painfully towards his crotch, forcing me to swallow his cock and fghtback another, stronger gag reflex, this time I was completly cut off from my air supply and he was forcing my nose to gind into his pubic hair and body as he began quick brutal thrusts farther down my throat, breeding my muzzle, until he blew out a thick hot liquid that hit the back of my throat and slowly dribbled down, he pulled out a bit as he continued to shoot it out forcing me to lap it up with my tongue or drown in the hottibly salty liquid. he finished with my mouth and pulled it out of my aching jaw, replaced the gag and turned around, still sitting on my chest, and said to the rat
"This 'ittle bitch has a great muzzle, 'ow is 'e from yer end?"
"Damned tight." The rat said as he slowly withdrew his shaft, I thought so as to give the ferret a better view, but I was mistaken as he merely pushed back in just as hard as the first time, his large orbs slappin my buttocks and sent another flair of pain in my rear. He pulled out again making a squelching sound and pumped back in, this time it wasn't so painfull, and it had an underlying note of something that frightened me, it was the last thing I wanted to feel in this situation, pleasure. The rat didn't stop he just kept on going at a steady pace, his cock pushing in and out, in and out of my sensitive behind, and the pleasure just kept getting stronger and stronger, my own sheath swelling further and the red tip of my cock starting to poke out.
"Look at dis 'ere Jimmy, I think the little sluts enjoying it." The Ferret said as he watched my red shaft rise out of its sheath
The rat merely grunted as he pumped himself harder into me. I had to arch my back with the unexpected rush of pleasure I was starting to feel from my ass, poking my red fox cock out all the way.
The ferret grabbed my hardeng rod and began to pump it in time to the thrusts of the rat. This time I really had to arch my back, and a wimper escaped my gag as inbeleivable pleasure assaulted me from both my ass and the pumping hand on my dick, I involuntarily squirmed away from the hand as it pleasured me, and Before i knew it the Rat was grunting and shoving in harder and slowwer, until I felt the same hot liquid spray inside of me. And then I was spraying to, thick ropey strands of pearly white from the top of my rod. It was around then that I blacked out.
When I woke up I was somewhere dark, dank, and I was about a foot of the ground, my body hanging from shackles in my wrist, All I could taste was blood, the pearly white liquid that the ferret had shot heavily into my mouth, a harsh throbbing in my rear and the shackles slicing into my wrists.
It is almost daylight soon and the guards shall be coming with water and I must hide this journal lest they destroy it.