FSE

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The obvious first: This piece is nothing more than a fictional expression of creative freedom and as such has no intended relations to real events or people. If so, they are purely coincidential. Furthermore this is a literal experiment with darker topics and as such should in no way glorify or justify the characters actions. I rather use this safe environment to explore and play with concepts and ideas that otherwise would be untolerable. So keep it as a form of art. It's better for everyone that way. Then. Whatever you wish to find here, i hope you do.

Silence. A wonderful place between reality and the realm of dreams, without perception and shape. A timeless space to be filled in by your imagination.

But this silence would soon be interrupted by a groaning. Her name was Sarah. Miles had met her at the bar last night. Things have been going pretty well and until she had realized, what he was up to, it was too late. The narcotics and alcohol had already started working. He smiled over the memory of her, collapsing on the floor with this cute confused expression on her face. It was not easy to talk himself out of this and take her home, but it was worth it. He had enjoyed the sight of the wolfess, snoring and moving on his couch throughout her dreamless sleep these substances usually caused. But now came the best part: the awakening.

She opened her light blue eyes and when looking around, he could almost smell her rising panic.

"Hi there!" he whispered, causing his victims view to immediately snap towards him. As the Finnish spitz mix stood up from his chair and slowly walked towards her, she tried to back off but had to notice the thin but firm ropes wrapped around her shins, while another set fixed her arms so that she was forced to lie on the side. "W-What is going on here? Who are you? Where..." she stuttered nervously but he signalled her to be quiet. "Don't tell me you forgot yesterday? The bar?" he slowly replied and knelt in front of her.

Piece by piece her mind seemed to clear because after a moment of silence she frustratedly groaned, "Oh no. Not you, please. Come on. I said no. What is this then? What crazy kind of... thing is this supposed to be?" "Don't sound so upset. I know it is hard, but please understand, that I simply didn't have a choice. A luxury I can't grant you either," he smiled and patted her cheek. As she suddenly bit after his paw, he laughed. "See? that's exactly the reason I had to do this. But look, I have an offer for you. I release you from this uncomfortable position and you promise to behave, ok? See it as a little... favour at the beginning of our relationship. We are off to a bad start and" he pointed at a set of small parallel claw markings across his forearm, "I don't want this to happen again, ok?" She once against pulled on the restraints, but soon had to give up.

"Get me out of this already." she finally demanded angrily. After a warning look at her, he opened up the bonds. But as soon as he finished, Sarah took her chance, kicked him in the stomach and Miles could only see her stumbling towards the closest door. Once she realized that it was locked, Sarah started banging against the wood. Her desperate calls for help were quite adorable actually, considering she was yelling at the kitchen entrance.

"Would you please stop? No one can hear you anyway," he coughed amused. She had hit him harder than expected, but none the less she would not escape. As he came closer, his guest turned around. "How do we want to approach this? Will you give up this stupid little fight? Or do I have to convince you? Would be a pity, you know? This stubbornness, this strong will. This just isn't good for you." He reached out to her, but she replied with an angry snarl and a fruitless attempt to claw his snout. Cold-heartedly he caught her arm mid-air and sent her into the wall with a quick yet heavy hit to the head. While leaning against his victims back, he fixed her against the door and squeezed her muzzle shut. It felt wrong to take such drastic measurements, but she had to understand his point.

As she whimpered in his grip, he said,"You can do better than this, you know? You have potential. We simply have to fix this one tiny issue." Sarah's resistance was not nearly strong enough. 'What a wasteful misbehaviour' he thought. "Stop resisting against the inevitable. I would be really sorry, if I had to break your wings, little butterfly." To support his words had started repeatedly punching her in the side, back and even the head. Every hint of defence was met another strike, another brutal reminder of her position, until her muffled screamed echoed through the room.

Finally he knew that he had won. All tension went out of her and the resistance ceased. Once she caught her breath again he loosened his grip."You've made the right decision darling, Does it still hurt?" he softly asked her. She weakly nodded as he let go. "I'm afraid this is all your fault. I don't want to do this, believe me, but again you leave me no choice." Slowly she turned around. The streams of tears were glistening in her fur, it simply was a bliss to watch, and as she spoke, her cracking voice gave him a pleasant tremble. It felt way better than he was willing to admit."Why?" she asked bitterly, "What have I done to you? W-Why do you hate me so much?"

Sarah flinched as he lay his hand on her shoulder. "Come on, I don't hate you? How could I? You are as innocent as you are supposed to be. You don't hate flowers either, but you pluck them anyway, right? You have a beautiful mind, a good heart, but all of this potential is just wasted. I mean, look at you. You hide in your shell of stubbornness for the world to watch it simply perish forever. Can't you see that I am here to help you? I will set you free," he almost yelled at her. She mumbled something inaudible and attempted to retreat, but Miles stopped her. "Speak up. If you have something to say, then share it with me." "I... I said that you are a psychopath." "One of my better features, if you don't mind me saying."

He made a step back and took a second to get a good view of her. "Speaking of features,"he continued, "as a first step in our journey, I wouldn't mind us delving deeper in your... external properties." She backed off as far as the wall allowed for and ducked away, shock written all over her face, "No, please. I-I will do anything you want, even your... 'setting free'-thing. But please not that," she stumbled, but he already leaned over her, reached down and pulled her up again. "You are not in charge here!" he yelled at the trembling wolfess, then calmly continued, "Ok? Show me who you are under these clothes." Another look in his cold, menacing eyes was enough to convince her.

And under his greedy gaze she started undressing. Piece by piece her lupine body appeared, the fine curves of her chest and hip, the silvery grey pelt, darker around the head and lighter the further down it stretched, her light, fluffy belly, but once she reached her underwear she suddenly stopped, much to his displeasure. "No,"she mumbled shyly but confidently, "I won't. I'm not afraid of you. L-let me go and we will forget about this." "A bold statement concerning your situation. But if you beg for it..." he laughed and dragged her across the room on the neck before launching the screaming girl against the table. As she tried to stand up again he pressed her head down on the surface.

When she stopped struggling, he yanked on her tail to force her upright. Sarah started crying again, but he ripped off her panties to fully reveal her sweet rear. "It's a pity you were trying to hide it, but don't worry. I will make good use of it," Miles chuckled with a spiteful pleasure in his voice that even surprised himself. He saw her growing uncertainty, but took his time to undress and taste every single moment of it. Finally he placed his erection against her entrance, "I want to hear you say it. Tell me how much you want me right now." Upon her silence occasionally disrupted by sobs he pressed her head even harder until his squirming victim cried, "Please. Just... just stop please. Don't do this to me, I beg you!"

"Close enough," he noted and thrust forwards. Her sobbing turned into desperate cries as he went rougher and rougher on her. The adorable trembling and wincing encouraged him even more. This pleasure truly deserved every singe bit of his attention. But soon she went silence. Shame and grief was written on her distorted wet face and her claws dug into the table while he enjoyed her vulnerable body to the limits.

After he had finished off with her, he taunted, "Oh, don't look at me like that. It could have been so much easier." He released her, took a step back and watched Sarah carefully standing up before collapsing on the floor, clearly overwhelmed by the situation, covering herself as good as possible. "But I think", Miles continued with a certain satisfaction in his voice, "that we have made some progress with you. It will certainly take longer, and more sessions, to fully cure you, however you seem to be on a good way. But for now you can go home. We can't do much more for today." After he gave her an impish yet reassuring look she hastily gathered her stuff, constantly looking at him, apparently afraid that he would break his word. Little did she know.

Eventually he guided her to the exit. "Would you please keep this our little secret. What would your friends think if they heard who you really are? And remember to keep your phone ready when I call you. Because even if you wanted to, you couldn't hide from me." And after a last amused look on her, he closed the door. Though she needed rest now, it was in her own interest to meet again. Judging by the growing hunger in Miles, rather sooner than she had hoped for.