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Final Assistance - Jenny

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The house was a nice place. One story, white siding with a black trim, attached garage, neatly tended to lawn enclosed within a picked fence. The almost stereotypical suburban home, apart from the fact that it was the only house on the street. A little dead end side road at the back of a growing complex of larger, more elaborate houses and twisting roads. One of those little places that you had to know was there to see, or you'd just go right past it.

Jenny had almost gone right past it even though she did know what to look for. Now she stood at the door, feeling very nervous. The young, cream-furred rat was dressed in what could conservatively be called a skimpy outfit. Short shorts that clung to her hips and showed off her slender legs, a tank top that cut just below her small breasts, leaving most of her flat belly exposed. Long, sandy hair was tied in a high ponytail that hung down to the middle of her back. Her thin, worm-like tail swayed nervously behind her. She took a breath and knocked on the door. "Who is it?" was an almost immediate response from within. He must have seen her coming up the road. He had a noticeable accent, she thought it sounded kind of British, maybe Australian. She couldn't tell.

She opened her mouth, and her mind went blank. "Uh... what was it I was supposed to say?" In her nervous state, she had totally forgotten the passphrase she was told to say. "One who... oh, what was it?" She snapped as it came back to her. "One who seeks silence!" She'd found it odd she even needed a passphrase, or that she was way out here in the suburbs outside of the city proper. Then again, her father had set all this up, so she figured it was another one of his business clients she'd need to 'butter up' for him. She was terrible with business, but he'd used his daughter as something of a bargaining chip for years now. She knew she shouldn't be so accepting of it, but it really was all she felt she was good at, and dammit, she was good at it!

The door opened and she saw the man inside. A tall leopard in his late 20's stood before her, muscular frame straining the white undershirt clinging to him. His blue jeans were a looser fit at least, and she saw he was barefoot. The casual attire didn't surprise her, considering she was visiting him in his home while dressed like a hooker. Though by the look on his face, he hadn't been expecting that. He was a good foot taller than her 5'3" stature. She smiled up at him, her twitching tail still giving away her nerves. "Hello. You must be Mr. Opoffer."

The man cleared his throat to regain his composure. "Uh, y-yes. Though please, call me Gaz. You must be Ms. Sisnova." He opened the door fully and motioned for her to enter. "Please. Come on inside."

She failed to suppress a slight giggle and did as he asked, stepping inside. "You can call me Jenny." She gently tapped a fingertip against his belly as she passed by him. She learned little touches like this helped get most people past the awkward phase with her. If she started the touches, they'd be less hesitant later when it was their turn. She looked around inside the house. There were no immediate tells as to just what Gaz did for a living, which itself was a tell. She figured investor or something like that. The shelves on the walls weren't barren, but had little in the way of collectibles or trophies. Some books, most of which looked to be sci-fi or fantasy, though he had an impressive collection of Agatha Christi novels.

Gaz watched the young woman enter his home and shut the door behind her, clicking the lock shut. He had a special lock that required a key on both sides, said key being hidden in his pocket a moment later. The windows were also barred, and he'd make sure the back door was locked the same as the front. It was not an easy house to escape from, by design, and yet still felt quite comfortable and inviting. The living room had a long sofa and a comfortable chair facing a large TV. There was a bar-like counter that was the only real divide between the living room and kitchen. The floor was a sealed hard wood, or a very good laminate that looked like it. It didn't creak underfoot like so many others she'd seen.

The young rat took a seat on the sofa, smiling to her host, her tail thumping slightly against the cushion as it twitched beside her. Gaz smiled at her nervousness. "Would you like something to drink? I have some water, some cola, ginger ale, some beer, red wine. I have some bourbon stashed away if you'd prefer that."

She shook her head. "Oh... no, I shouldn't. I'm not... I'm not old enough to drink. I'm not really thirsty right now, anyway." She blushed, but smiled at him still.

He smiled back at her again. "I figured, but I thought I'd offer anyway. Considering what we're going to do later, I thought you might want something like that as a kind of treat." He sat down in the chair across from her. "How old are you, anyway? You look barely old enough to be out of high school..."

She laughed and ran a hand over her hair, brushing some strands out of her face. "Oh, uh... I turned 18 two months ago. I... uh... I hope that's okay..." She knew many of her father's clients preferred her when she was younger. In fact, her father had started sending her on these sorts of trips less and less since she turned 16.

Gaz nodded to her. "Yes. In fact, that's good. I have a strict policy about not dealing with minors." He leaned back a little, his eyes scanning her up and down. She was definitely attractive, though the hooker getup actually detracted from that look in his opinion.

Jenny laughed softly. "Oh! Well, um... you're the first one of my father's clients to have that policy..." She winced, knowing she probably shouldn't say things like that. Gaz might judge them harshly, possibly cause some issue with her father, and it would be her fault.

Gaz just stared at her for a long moment, not quite sure how to process what she'd said. "You're... father's clients. Wait, I'm not one of your father's clients. He's one of mine, technically. As are you, but he's the one that paid for all this."

Now it was Jenny's turn to be confused. That wasn't how things worked. She was sent to be a peace offering, or a bribe, or incentive for clients to agree with whatever her father was offering. Or as a gift or reward for going along. "My father paid you to have sex with me? Shouldn't that be the other way around?"

Gaz' eyes went wide. "To have... no! That's... is that what you think you're here for!?" He looked almost scared, definitely shocked.

Jenny blinked a few times in confusion. "Y-yes...? That's how this works, isn't it? My father sends me to clients to fuck them, so you'll be more agreeable to whatever he's offering you. He's been doing that since I was 8..." Now she was starting to get more than a little nervous.

Gaz' eyes somehow manage to go wider. "EIGHT!?" He said something in a language Jenny couldn't understand, but she knew an expletive when she heard one. He stood up and started to pace about the room, his tail thrashing behind him, still muttering to himself in his native tongue of Afrikaans. He glanced at the front door, then up towards the shelf with his books, then back to the rat, then back down at the floor.

Jenny was going form nervous to a little scared now. "Um... H-how about you forget I said anything about that! Don't... don't tell my father I said anything alright?" She bit her lip, tail thumping against the couch a few times before she stood up. "I- I should just go. I'm really sorry for causing you trouble."

Gaz sighed, not looking at her. "You can't go." He sounded sorry.

That simple statement didn't help her feeling any less scared, though it did shift why she was feeling scared. "WHY can't I go!?"

The large feline turned to face her. "Because no one who walks into my house can leave. It's my policy. You know where I live. You've seen my face. You know my voice. I can't let you just leave now. It's too dangerous." He was standing between her and the front door, and while his expression was a sorrowful one, his demeanor was still very menacing to her.

Jenny took a step back, bumping into the couch before sliding along it to try and get around behind, edging her way toward the kitchen. "W-what... what are you going to do to me? If my father didn't send me here to have sex with you, what did he send me here for?"

Gaz sighed. "He sent you to me for me to kill you." She squeaked loud, staring at him and shaking her head. "He lied to me. I'm not a hit man. I help those who WANT to die but can't do it themselves, either because they are unable physically or too scared mentally to go through with it. My job is to see that they pass on as they wish. But they are all willing." He kept moving closer to her, the young woman backing up towards the kitchen as he continued to explain. "Your father had told me you were terminal, and instead of dying a slow death, you would rather die young and pretty."

Jenny found her voice again. "I'm not sick!" Her eyes darted around to see what she might use to get out of here.

Gaz nodded. "Yes, I gathered that." His expression darkened. "Your father is, though. A very sick man..."

Jenny's ears fell back a little as his expression got dark and his voice cold. "L-look, he lied. How about you just... let me go! W-we could... tell the police and-"

Gaz growled at her. "I do NOT deal with cops!" She flinched. "I kill people for a living, Miss Sisnova! Willing or not, it's all murder in the closed minded opinion of cops!"

Jenny had managed to back all the way to the kitchen door that led outside. She grabbed the handle to turn it, and found it locked. She frantically searched for a way to open the door, but there was only a keyhole where the bolt latch should be. "You won't be able to get out, Jenny. All the doors are locked with keys, all the windows barred, and it would take you a long time to bash a door open." His voice was much colder now. He'd resigned himself to having to kill this poor girl.

She backed away and looked frantically around the room again. Gaz was close enough that he made a lunge at her, trying to grab her to pin her to the wall. Adrenaline was her ally in that moment, and she was able to duck under his grip, but just barely. She dashed forward towards, towards the sink. She saw what she needed in the drying rack beside. She quickly reached in and grabbed the large knife sitting with the dishes, the blade serrated and sharp. "Stay back, asshole!"

Gaz turned and watched her grab the knife. He signed and shook his head. "Please don't fight, you'll only make this worse." Despite his calm warning, his tail was waving behind him. He was a cat on a hunt now, and she was his prey. "Or do you want me to cut you more?" She didn't know what he meant by more until he motioned to his cheek. She reached up to touch her own and found it wet. Looking at her finger, she realized it was blood. He'd cut her on her dash under his grasp, slashed her face and she hadn't even noticed. Now blood was soaking into her cream fur.

She backed away, still holding the knife towards him. "I don't want you to do anything but let me out of here! I will gut you if you try and get close to me!"

He smirked. "You will try." He was suddenly lunging at her again. She yelped at just how fast someone his size could move. The initial adrenaline hit had worn off and she wasn't as quick this time. She slashed out at the man, and she felt the knife connect, but she'd never tried to stab someone before so she didn't know if it did anything. She was also too distracted as a fist slammed into her belly, knocking the air out of her. Her legs gave out and she fell to one knee, coughing and gasping. It was several moments of this before she realized he hadn't done more to her. She looked up to see she had cut his left arm near the shoulder, blood soaking into his sandy fur.

"Oh... you've got fight alright!" He said, his demeanor almost completely shifted away from the kind man who had been sorry to have to kill her. Now she was staring up at a predator, the wild grin spreading on his face almost feral. "Good. It's been a long time since I was able to have fun!"

She struggled to get to her feet as he lunged at her again. She slashed upwards this time, but he dodged the clumsy slash easily. He grabbed her wrist and twisted hard. She let out a scream of pain as her wrist made unpleasant cracking and popping noises, the blade tumbling from her grip to clatter to the ground. He followed up by grabbing at her throat. On pure instinct, she lashed out and bit his hand as hard as she could. It was his turn to cry out in pain. He called her something likely unpleasant in his native tongue before grabbing the top of her head and dragging her bodily forward. His knee slammed into her chest with enough force she felt at least one rib crack, and again she was without breath.

The next thing she was aware of was being airborne. He threw her to the side, over the counter dividing the kitchen and living room. She crashed onto a stool-like chair on the other side of the counter and splintered it. She and the kindling tumbled to the floor in a heap. She laid there, dazed and trying to catch her breath again. She had just managed to get some air in her lungs again when she let it all out in a scream once more. He'd grabbed her hair and yanked her head up by it. He silenced her by slamming her head against the stone half-wall under the counter. Her body jerked but otherwise her struggles stopped for the moment as she was shown a galaxy of stars.

She was dimly aware of what he was doing then, but he was doing something, and not holding her down. Her only coherent thought was to try and get away and she tried to crawl away from him. Her right hand wouldn't work right, her wrist definitely broken, but her left was able to try and grip at the floor to crawl away. She got maybe a half a foot before he slammed a bare foot on her already damaged right hand. She again screamed.

He grabbed the back of her head and lifted her gaze up to look at him. "I told you, there is no escaping." It took her a good full second to realize he looked different because he'd stripped himself naked. She was only just able to register why he would do this when he slammed her nose against the floor. There was a crunch as more bones were broken, and she tasted blood. He slammed her face against the floor again. This time, she was sent almost blissfully into unconsciousness, but clung just to the edges of it.

He stared down at the young rat and sighed. He hated how much he was enjoying this, but she was the first prey in years to have put up this kind of struggle. His predator instincts craved a hunt like this. The scent of her blood and fear and panic filled his nose. His eight inches was already standing rigid, wobbling above the slowly writhing form on the floor. He reached down and gripped at what scant little clothing the young girl had and stripped her. The shirt came off with a little work, shifting her arms out of the way, but off it came to expose her small breasts. The short shorts were much easier, pulling them and the lacy panties down her slender legs and tossing it all to the side.

She was starting to come around again as he finished stripping her. She felt his hands running along her legs, feeling her thigh. She groaned and tried to move away from him again, but she couldn't quite control her body properly in her concussed state. She just kind of weakly kicked her leg at him. He grinned down at her. "What's the matter? I thought you wanted me to fuck you." He shook his head, and rolled the girl over onto her belly fully. She winced as she was forced to lay upon what was definitely a broken rib.

She felt his weight on her then, pinning her down. She tried to struggle up against him. "Shhh. Don't worry." He reached up to gently hold her chin. "I'll give you at least this mercy. A quick de-" he was cut off as she found a burst of strength and slammed her head back against his muzzle, bashing her skull against his nose. He cursed loud and rolled to the side. His nose was now bleeding, and she hoped she'd broken it. She pushed herself up to her knees and tried to stand, but only half-crawled her way forward.

She got a little further, but was again halted when a hand grabbed her throat and bodily lifted her up off the ground. She couldn't let out a scream or cry or anything more than a choked sound as the hand clenched at her throat, cutting off her air and straining her heck as she dangled, feet kicking at the air. He was standing in front of her, his face bloodied, teeth bared at her, his expression one of both fury and gleeful joy. "I was going to give you a merciful death. A quick death. Just snap your neck and let you slip off. But no! You had to keep fighting."

She tried to kick out at him, but he was ready. He slammed her back against the counter. Cold stone impacted the middle of her back and send her bending backward, legs dangling off the edge while her head was smacked against the surface. "But you apparently don't want that! You want me to just keep hurting you." He grabbed her leg at the thigh, and dug his claws in deep. She would have screamed if his grip on her throat weren't making that impossible. He pulled her leg to the side, exposing her pussy to him. "I was going to wait until you were cold and still to do this. To be kind." He positioned his cock at her entrance. He was massive compared to her. There was no way he'd fit inside of her.

She tried to squirm out of his grip, her good hand reaching up to grab at his wrist to try and pull him away. "But you cut my arm, bit my hand, and broke my nose." He grinned down at her, completely ignoring her struggles. He did loosen his grip on her throat though, letting her gasp for air. "So you get all of me!" He waited just long enough that she'd taken a few lung fulls of air before going at her. He didn't bother warming up, going easy, or taking his time. He thrust his hips forward and slammed six of his eight inches into her cunt. She'd gotten just enough air to scream again. His cock was huge, her pussy stuffed more full than she ever had been. More than she should take. Blood trickled where he'd already torn her, and he only drew more when he pulled back. The barbs on his cock ripped at her inner walls, pulling and digging into her most sensitive flesh.

He leaned down as he slammed deep into her again, his tip pressed up against her cervix already. "You know, you're still very tight for a slut." He leaned down to lick at her neck while thrusting deep into her again. Suddenly he was crying in pain again as she bit his ear the moment it was close to her. He smashed her head against the counter top again, which got her to release his ear. "You don't know when to stop!" He growled down at her in anger now. She just stared up at him defiantly.

He was breathing heavily as he growled, baring teeth at her in his fury. "You like biting a lot, don't you?" He had the idea to yank her teeth out and fuck her mouth, but that was a lot of work, and he wanted, NEEDED to hurt her now. He couldn't think clearly with his head filled with the scent of her blood, his arousal, just how tight she was around his cock, her face and neck right there in front of him. Without any warning, he leaned down and clamped his jaws on her neck.

Her response was many things. She screamed, only for that to become choked as he squeezed his jaws tighter. She grabbed at his ears and hair to try and yank his face away, but that did nothing. She started to squirm and writhe under him, which only served to have her pussy slide along his cock, still buried into her pussy, which was now clenching around him. He squeezed his jaws harder, now completely cutting off her air again, only this time with the added pain of his teeth puncturing into her neck, drawing blood. It flooded into his mouth, splashing onto his tongue, sending shivers through his body.

He couldn't help himself, giving into his feral desires. He clenched his jaw hard, teeth digging into her soft flesh, and ripped his head back. He tore her throat open, rending flesh away and sealing her fate. Her choked scream turned to a bloody gurgle as her arteries were severed. Blood started to splash and spray out of the gash in her throat. Her hands reached up to grab at the fatal wound, eyes wide as she stared up at his bloody face. He swallowed the chunk of flesh he tore from her in one go and stared back down at her, locking his gaze with hers.

Her body writhed under him, every muscle clenching or squirming or trying to get away. He didn't even have to pump into her now, her panicked thrashing doing all the work for him. He pumped anyway, shoving his cock harder and deeper into the dying rodent. He growled as he kept hitting her cervix, and reached down to grasp at her hips, slamming himself forward into her harder and harder. He tore her open inside, destroying the inner barrier into her womb. It would have been devastatingly painful if she didn't have more pressing concerns. He thrust into her womb, enjoying the silky warmth, the way it quivered and pulsed around his cock head from his intrusion, and how her cunt did the same to the rest of his shaft.

He leaned down to sink teeth into her shoulder and tear another chunk of fresh meat off of her, this time much larger. Blood splattered against the counter, dripping down the side to the floor. He let the taste of fresh rat meat fill his mouth, his essence. He chewed just enough so he could swallow it without problem. The rat under him was starting to fade from the loss of blood already and he looked down to look in her eyes again. They were no longer focused on him, but glassy. He felt her body shuddering and resisting what it could not fight any longer.

Her mind had mostly shut down at this point, to escape the pain as much as from lack of blood, a good portion of her essential fluids spilled onto the floor already. She was dimly aware of his cock punching her belly through her womb, as if he wanted to get even deeper into her somehow. She heard him growling, felt him twitching inside of him. The last thing she felt before blissful darkness overcame her was his cock exploding into her womb, filling her with his seed uselessly. Some part of her mind laughed at him, that he'd cum so deep he'd breed her, only to die right then. Stupid cat...

He came harder than he had in years, pouring his cum into the rat's corpse. He watched her life fade, but wanted more from her. He pulled his still drooling and twitching cock out of her cunt. A few more squirts of cum splashed onto her belly. He grabbed her arm and yanked, flipping the woman over onto her belly. Without any build up, he slammed his still hard cock into her ass. It was even tighter than her pussy had been, and he tore her open with his wild thrusting.

He leaned down and bit into her shoulder again, tearing yet more raw meat off of the dead girl. His face was already covered in her blood, this just adding more. He saw the exposed bone that connected to her shoulder proper. He bit the other side next, and tore a large chunk of flesh away. Every bite made him want to devour more, not caring that she was raw and uncooked, he needed her meat and blood in his mouth, down his throat, in his belly.

He bit the back of her neck the same way he had her throat earlier, clamping down on the flesh. He slammed his cock into her with wild abandon as he started yanking back on her neck. He tore more flesh away, exposing part of her spine. He gripped it with his teeth and clamped down, crunching the bones and the rest of the connective tissue. Her head vanished as it rolled off the edge of the counter, thumping onto the bloody floor with a wet thud. Somehow, her body had enough left that when he crunched her spine, her ass twitched and trembled. It was enough for him to cry out in pleasure, slamming his hips against hers and cumming again, dumping what was left in his balls into her ass. His cock blasted more than he thought he could give, painting her insides with his seed.

He was still twitching inside of her as he started to tear into her flesh again. He didn't remember much of that night, only that he gave into his feral side more than he ever had before. It was hours before he came back to his senses. He was sitting on the kitchen floor, panting heavily, covered in blood, his stomach full, his cock sore and balls aching. The body of the rat was shredded, her back completely torn open, her belly split, intestines pulled out and discarded. Her breasts were ripped clean off, eaten raw. Her neck drooled cum from when he'd fucked down her throat at some point. Her right arm was gone, her left half-devoured. Both legs were laying on the floor, not attached to her torso, and both nearly stripped clean. Her head was in his lap, his sore cock still buried up her neck, his tip resting against her limp tongue. He'd apparently used her head as a fuck toy, cumming into her mouth from behind, before passing out.

He carefully lifted her head off of his cock, wincing at how sore it was, but thankfully no longer rock hard, so it slipped free of her neck easily. His muscles ached, and the cut on his arm where she'd sliced him stung. He'd have to make sure to clean that. And the rest of his kitchen, since Jenny's blood, bones, and body parts covered so much of it. There were other things he'd also have to deal with soon. He'd been set up with the poor girl now strewn across his kitchen and filling his belly. That wasn't good. He'd have to deal with that, and then skip town. He already had ideas for a new, underground place, like those old bomb shelters. Maybe he'd get one of those.

But first... a shower.

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Richard Sisnova, founder and CEO of Novatell Pharmaceutical. That's what it said on the door to the office, and on the desk inside said office. The middle aged rat was very surprised when he got a communication from Gaz. It seemed the young feline had a final message from his dear, beloved daughter Jenny. Truth be told, Richard didn't really care, but he'd humor the man, so he agreed to meet after business hours.

Gaz waited in the darkened office, and soon enough, the middle aged rat came strolling in, walking right past the leopard without word. It wasn't until Gaz clicked on the light that the rodent even knew he wasn't alone. "Oh... you're here already..." Richard laughed nervously, having thought he'd be able to be the one to set the first impression. Still, he managed to regain his composure quickly enough. "So, you said I had a final message from dear Jenny?" He played at the bereaved father act. She'd outgrown her usefullness, so he was glad to be rid of her, but he couldn't just say that kind of thing.

Gaz didn't smile, or say anything. He held up a small tape recorder and clicked play. Jenny's voice played back out of the device. Richard's act faded away as he heard his daughter explaining how he'd used her as a sex slave since she was only 8 years old. The recording was edited so Gaz' voice was altered, but it also captured his explanation as to what Richard had done and planned for her. It stopped before the fighting started, and the feline clicked the recording off, just staring at the rodent. He was standing at his full height, towering over the man.

Richard didn't bother trying to deny anything, and he dropped the act he'd planned on playing for the man. "What? You going to try and blackmail me? Who are you going to go to, the cops? I'm sure they'd love to hear all about how you murdered my poor daughter after forcing her to say all those terrible things about me." Gaz didn't move or respond, just staring daggers at him. Richard felt his blood run cold under that gaze. He forced a light chuckle, the same kind he used to dismiss people in board meetings. "But, fine. I did play you for a fool, and I shouldn't have. So how about I pay you double."

He opened a drawer and pulled out his checkbook, setting it on the desk. Gaz still remained silent. "Triple then!" Still no response. Richard sighed and wrote out the amount and signed the paper. He tore the check off the top. "Look, this is the best I can do. If I give any more, then it will draw far too much attention. People will ask questions. Questions I know you don't want to have asked any more than me. Right?" The feline's silence was getting more annoying than unnerving now. Richard shook his head and moved around his desk. "Here. Take the check."

Gaz took the check, folded it in half, and stuffed it into his pocket. "I will. Thank you." Finally! He speaks! Richard was about to shoo the man from his office when Gaz spoke more. "I have just one last thing I'm going to need from you."

Richard sighed and gave an annoyed look back at the tall feline. "And just what would that be?"

* * *

Junior Detective Graham McMiller sipped at the strong coffee in his disposable cup. The only reason the young elk did it was because it only slightly overwhelmed the scents filling the room. His partner, the much more experienced badger, had told him that trick on their first case. That one was nothing like this, though. "So what do you think?" he asked the older detective, motioning to the scene before them.

The rat, Richard Sisnova, had been stripped of his clothing, skinned of his fur, had his genitals removed, and bled out slowly from small punctures in his throat and sides. The murder instrument was very quickly determined to be a pen, as it was found covered in blood. The man's body had been strung out on wires nailed to the walls, leaving him dangling in the air like a gruesome marionette. Stapled to his chest was a sign that said 'I had my sex slave daughter murdered.' On the desk was a recording device with a tape in it, and another note that just said 'listen.' It all painted a very clear picture. Especially the part at the end where the distorted voice said 'He gets what he deserves.'

The badger scoffed. "Well. I think we can rule out suicide."

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