Guns and Condoms
Guns and Condoms
By Wren Adams
I was sitting on the hillside. My gun, an M4A1, propped up against the stump I was sitting on. Across from me sat Ian "Earl" Macgrawll, a bear of some stature, towering well over me at 6'9. He was built like a tank and had the guns to match. An M4-Carbine with a rail mounted grenade launcher, accompanied by an M9 and an RPG strapped across his back, he was ready for all out war at the very least.
"Ian, I honestly don't get why you had to pack that much fire power for a simple scouting mission." I said, a grin spread across my muzzle. He only looked at me and laughed before saying, "Well, 'Sergeant', you can never be too prepared. Am I right boys?" He called back, looking to the two younger furs sitting at his back.
The one to his left was named Andre Velovski; he was scrawny for a wolf. He looked better suited for espionage than battlefields. He wasn't as well armed as Ian, but he could certainly handle himself on any battle field, he was packing the same assault rifle I was, accompanied by a Sig Saur M229 Handgun. If you had asked me when I first met him if he could have handled those weapons, I would have said no, maybe even hell no, but after saving my own scrawny hide in just as many battles, I knew for certain I could always trust him at my back.
To Ian's right sat David Zaitsev. Sev for short; he was an otter of little stature, much like me, not quite as tall as Ian but not quite as short as me. Much like Andre his job didn't much suit him either. He was Lithe in the way a CQC expert (Close-quarters combat), yet was as comfortable sniping targets as he was fighting hand to hand. He could have easily bested me in a knife fight any day. He had the same weaponry that Andre was packing, along with an M-24 sniper rifle strapped across his narrow shoulders. He was also carrying a Leatherman's hunting knife; something he rarely went without.
"All I'm saying, is should we really be packing an RPG for a simple scouting mission?" I sighed. "I mean, what are you expecting to find out here? Godzilla?"
Ian laughed again, this time harder from the joke I made. The other two stayed quiet, not quite sure if they had gotten the joke, or just didn't find it funny. "Look, Chris. I was brought up being told to expect the unexpected. Look at it this way. Any gun can be like a condom. It's better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have."
He had me there, but I still frowned at the simile. I sighed and got to my feet, shouldering my M4A1 as I did so. "Let's just go, we have to finish up here and make our report to base soon." I said, looking off at the scenery.
Just then several things happened at once. A bullet rushed past my head, hitting Sev in the knee. He howled in pain and went down, just as he had been getting up. Then another flew by me hitting Andre in the shoulder, sending him spinning down the hill. Before I could so much as point my gun something hard came into contact with the base of my neck, and all went black.
Several minutes later, or so it felt, I woke up chained to a wall. It took me a minute to make sense of the situation. My vision was still a little fuzzy around the edges and I was having trouble making out what was going on. Eventually my vision cleared enough to make out the room I was in. It was bare, nothing in site except a wooden door with a face window with bars. Then I remembered what had happened. Talk about caught off guard.
The door opened then, and a broad chested Lion walked through it, followed shortly by two very scantily clad Lionesses'. The male Lion placed both his arms around the two women's shoulders, showing off just how much muscle he was packing. If his arms had been any wider, he would have destroyed the long sleeved shirt he was wearing. His mane was a silvery grey almost white in the dim light, his eyes a sharp sapphire. His face seemed to be stuck in an arrogant glare, much like that of a cat that had cornered a mouse.
The two women on either side of him both had a pale beauty. The one to the left had head fur of a rich ebony so dark it made her pale fur look positively ghostly in contrast. Her breasts were small but perky under her tight mid-drift top, and a mini skirt hugged her hips. The skirt was so short it left very little to the imagination.
To his right was the fairly well endowed second lioness. Her hair was a deep rich crimson much like that of fresh blood. She wore the same top and mini skirt as the first lioness, however the mid-drift top looked tight enough that spillage looked eminent. They both wore stiletto heels 6' and 4' respectively, and they both looked very out of place next to the incredibly well built lion holding them in his arms.
"So our little fox finally wakes, does it?" Said the Lion in the middle in a rich Russian accent. "We've been having some fun with your 'comrades' mister fox."
I just sat there and stared at him. I had never been trained for this kind of situation, but the best option I had left in my hand was silence. If only it was that simple. From the previous statement I guess they had just come from torturing Sev, Ian, and Andre. Vaguely I wondered how they had faired. From the look of the two lionesses' I guessed not well.
After several minutes of watching the trio leer at me I finally spoke. "What exactly, is going on?" I asked in the calmest voice I could muster. The lions just looked at me, as if I was some inanimate object they hadn't been expecting to talk back.
Eventually the male spoke. "You are not the one asking questions here, mister fox, but do not worry, you will learn all in time." He untangled himself from his two women and stepped forward, grabbing me by my neck scruff and dragging me to my feet.
"Now then, I am having a few questions for you myself." He spoke into my face. His breath made me want to gag, but I wasn't going to get him a weakness to play off of so I just stayed quiet giving him an icy stare.
"Where is your camp being?" He hissed into my face.
When he didn't get an answer from me he reared back and smacked the shit out of me, hard enough that I was able to spit blood in his face. He roared in anger and let go as the blood hit him in the eyes. I fell to my knees bracing for whatever was coming next. It never came. I looked up to find the two lionesses worrying over their "master's" face as if it were his best feature.
"You will live to regret this folly." One of the lionesses' hissed from behind their much larger and more imposing "Master". Finally the male lion turns around, knife in hand, much like him, big imposing and sharp. It was only when he came at me with it, that I realized it was the knife Sev had been carrying.
He, once again, dragged me to my feet by my neck scruff. He put the knife to my throat and hissed, flinging spit all over my face. I don't think had the balls to use it, the knife that is, but regardless, I said nothing. He may have been stupid enough to do it if I provoked him.
"Now! You WILL tell me where your camp is being." He hissed, once again spitting all over my face.
When I didn't answer he moved the knife down, and placed the blade against the soft exposed flesh above my navel. "Tell me!" He shouted in my face. I stayed quiet, but this time the arrogance came back in place of the anger he had held only seconds ago. "I would have to have to wash this silken fur of yours with your own blood..." The way he said it made me think he wasn't altogether certain whether he wanted cut me or fuck me.
I just glared at him, not giving an inch. The look of arrogance retreated into uncertainty there, he was finally figured out that idle threats weren't gonna get him shit. He rolled his eyes and a second later I felt the blade bite into my flesh, through my fur and down into deeper areas. I gritted my teeth and swallowed a howl as I felt the blade sink deeper into my stomach. It wasn't at all difficult to gut someone with a hunting knife if you knew what you were doing, this guy definitely did, but he stopped short of actually gutting me and brought the knife to his lips. Flicking his tongue across the blade, lapping up the blood, like a cat with cream.
"Mm, you are tasting very good mister fox." He said, licking the remainder of the blood off the blade in his hand.
I spat in his face once again and growled. This time there was no blood so the spit had a lot less clout to carry it through the air. The lion only laughed then, pretty much throwing me to the ground. "I will break you." He growled. "And if pain is not the answer, we have...other ways of persuading you to talking." He looked back at his women, the arrogance pure on his face and nodded heading towards the door.
He left the room closing the door behind him, leaving me to the mercy of the two lionesses' he had brought with him as a bargaining tool perhaps? The stark redhead, checked the window to make sure we were alone, and once sure produced a key from in between her well formed breasts.
Giving the key to the dark brunette she locked the door from the inside with another key and tossed out the face window in the door, and turned smiling to me, hands on her hips, and watched as the brunette stalked towards with, the key held out as if to ward off a blow.
"The Colonel was right you know." Said the red head finally. "We do have several ways of making you talk..and not all pain oriented."
The brunette finally reached me and unlocked my shackles. When my hands were free I rubbed my wrists from the chaffing of the metal shackles, and looked up at the two rather beautiful women in front of me.
"Lily! Who gets to go first? Huh huh huh?!" Said the brunette to the red head now known as Lily. Lily smiled, and stalked towards me, "He's mine first, you can have whatever is left after I'm done." She laughed then and went down on all fours and pranced towards me, making slow meaningful strides. She moved with a grace all feline's possess, slow and deliberate..
Didn't take me long to realize what she was after, especially after my pants started to tent a bit. Hell, she had noticed even before I had, as if she could smell the hard-on on my breath or something. She reached me finally, putting all that muscular grace in the last few inches of the movement for full effect. It was working, I was at half mast and still growing in the time it took her to reach my feet.
Shee sniffed up my left leg. She was putting on a show, overdoing the beauty of her feminine grace, too bad it was working, even if it was way overdone. She finally reached my groin and buried her face between my thigh and my still growing member, breathing in the scent of me. I was trying to stay calm but my body was betraying me in more ways than one as the beautiful lioness started tugging on the waist band of pants.
I wasn't going to budge, if she wanted anything from me she was going to have to work for it. It took her less than three seconds to realize this as eventually she start unbuckling my belt and yanking at the zipper and button to my pants. There is nothing graceful about yanking someone's pants down, she knew that and yet she kept on the pressure.
Finally she had my belt, button and fly unfastened and was carefully taking the time to once again get me to work for her a little. She was pulling on my waist band again, of my pants and my underwear now, trying to get me to budge. It wasn't going to work. I just sat there passive as she yanked and strained to get my pants down. Eventually she let out a yell of frustration and ripped the pants and the underwear down to my knees, exposing my fully erect member for the whole room. Even though the whole room consisted of herself, the brunette and me, it was still kinda embarrassing to be exposed; fully erect to two women you had never even met.
The pants were gone now, my one last defense from the red head known as Lily was gone and she was now carefully climbing her way up my legs to my throbbing hard-on. The lithe grace was back now with a vengeance. She was putting on a show and knew now for a fact I was benefitting from it.
She reached me finally, and her right paw closed around me, while the other one searched lower, rubbing along my scrotum and testicles as she gently stroked my throbbing member. The light touch of her paw sent shivers up my spine and an eager moan from my mouth. She stroked me tip to base and over my knot, slowly and efficiently, letting me have the full effect of the touch. It was working and I couldn't stop it. I was already starting to ooze precome; my body was such a traitorous bastard.
I sighed and moaned just from her touch, and she understood what effect that was having on me. Torture I could handle, this, I wasn't so sure about. I mean I could be slashed to hell and still hold my composure. Sexual torture was another matter. Don't think there's a man alive who can withstand the calls of the flesh.
I was still oozing precome when she let go of me altogether. I let out a sigh of relief, only to be sent reeling when she locked her mouth around my oozing erection and starting drinking me down like some fine wine. She deep throated me like a pro, easily fitting my own lithe girth down her slender throat.
I moaned and whined out as you sucked prodded me with her tongue, provoking the pleasure in my throbbing member to start building. It built, and built, I could feel it, I was going to go soon if she didn't stop, and then she'd have me in the palm of her hand.
"Oh shit! I-I'm gonna come! S-stop p-please!" I whined out to her. Surprisingly, she did as I asked, unlatching her mouth from my throbbing member, and giving it one last lick before moving on, sending a shiver of cold sweat up my spine.
I whined in relief when she stopped touching me all together, closing my eyes and taking slow even breaths, only to open my eyes and find myself face to face with the stark crimson haired beauty. I yelped in surprise, much like a teenager would during his first time, and looked down embarrassed by the sound.
She laughed at this, a rich touchable sound, like silk rubbing across my fur. It sent another cold shiver up my spine and I lulled my head back, trying to make it so she wouldn't see the effect she was having on me. She laughed that rich touchable, silken sound again, and stripped off her top exposing her braless breasts the room. They looked almost too big against her slender body, as if when she was being made someone had decided to over compensate on her chest area without scaling the rest of her body to match. Her nipples looked soft and succulent, rosy and perfect to the T.
She ripped the skirt down the side. I'd have said unzipped but I wasn't exactly looking, my attention too focused on her breasts to look anywhere else. As I had predicted she wasn't wearing any panties and she only exacerbated the fact by grinding her hips into my groin, making me moan like a lustful yearling.
She grabbed my chest fur and shoved me down from the sitting position I was in. The impact of hitting the floor had hurt, and the pained helped a lot, mistake for her because she'd have to respend more of her time seducing me again. I think she got that cause before I could even let out my gasp from the pain she grabbed my shrinking member and started rubbing it against her bare stomach, letting me feel every inch of flesh that passed over it.
The pain was over taken in an instant and I was thrust back in my panting and lustful state. I cursed silently. She wasn't going to get shit from me if could help it. Too bad I couldn't help it.
She angled me for a penetrating position and before I could protest, grinded her hips into my shuddering cock. I felt myself enter her and cried out, and for an instant, I wished she'd stop teasing me. I wished she'd just give me sweet release. At that moment I would have spilt my guts to her if only she'd stop teasing me.
My vision was starting to get fuzzy around the edges as she bounced. Keeping up a rhythm much like that of a drum, and before I could stop myself, I started helping her along, thrusting my hips into the growing pleasure of her warm depths.
My knot was growing harder. I could feel myself right on the razors edge of sheer pleasure, but before I could give that one last thrust and moan, knotting myself inside her, she was roughly dragged off me, and a loud thud and crack could be heard.
The feeling of her being dragging off me was enough, and I went. I erupted, letting go of all my inhibitions and conceding defeat to the warm pleasure in my groin. I passed out then from the sheer feeling of it all, lost in a fuzzy, warm darkness.
I awoke several hours later to feel myself laying on something. My groin area was still bare, but at least I was sheathed and not erect. I rolled over to figure out was I was lying on, only to find an M9 Handgun and a sheathed hunting knife. Under both laid a card. The card had something written on it in curvy seemingly feminine handwriting.
I hope these find you in good faith. I've left the door unlocked.
Use these to escape, rescue your comrades if you must, but leave this place before it is too late.
Signed
Charlotte.
I pulled my pants up still reading the card. Charlotte? She must have been the other lioness, the ghostly pale brunette that had dragged the Stark red head off of me. My stomach fur was still matted from where I had climaxed all over myself, but I was at least thankful that she had saved me from giving into that woman.
I picked up the M9 Handgun and the knife, hooking the knife to my belt loop, and went for the door. I peeked around the door and found the hallway outside empty. Light security? How sloppy. I held the gun in a tea cup stance and exited the cell into the quiet hallway, not knowing what to expect or who I'd find.