Vengance denied
"You have some nerve, following me here. Especially after I let you
live the last time." the muskox-woman kicked the captured wolf-man
angrily in the stomach. With his ankles shackled to an eye-bolt set in
the floor and his arms strapped together at the elbows and wrists he
had no way to avoid the kick. He doubled over, whimpering trying to
protect his stomach, which only lead to him being kicked across the
kidneys instead.
"Stupid whelp. So I killed your brother. So what? It was a damned war
- people kill each other in wars, didn't you know?" she kicked him
again, this time in the shoulder, before she hunched down besides him
and grabbed his head by his hair. "Hell, you can't even really have
known your brother that well. How old were you at the time? Seven,
eight?" she held his head up, forcing him to look up at her.
His eyes wet with tears from the beating, he still stared back up at
her with defiance, only baring his teeth mutely at her question. The
muskox frowned darkly. "Wolves." she muttered. With an expression of
annoyance she reached down with her left hand and squeezed his
testicles brutally through his jeans, hard enough that the wolf wasn't
able to hold back the cry of pain for more than a second or two.
"Well?" she said after a long squeeze, leaving her hand resting
threatening on his crotch. "How old were you during the war?"
"SIX!" the wolf answered in a panicky, pained cry, "I was six!"
"That's better." the muskox said, and gave his crotch a light,
'good-dog' pat and let go of his head. The wolf let his head sink back
against the floor, whimpering and with his eyes filled with tears.
"I let you go once." the muskox reminded him, getting back to her
feet. "A gesture which was apparently entirely wasted." she pulled her
leg back for another kick, but changed her mind and merely grimaced
when the wolf didn't try to protect himself at all.
"Plus you have found my new hideout, and I really don't intend to have
to leave it just yet." She gave him a half-hearted nudge in the
stomach with her hoof. "However I don't like killing people out of
hand, and I can think of a use or two an outlaw woman could have for a
young, healthy, good-looking man." She crossed her arms over her chest
and looked down at him with a scornful smirk. "So what what do you
think I should do?"
The wolf-man's upper lip trembled in an attempt at a snarl. "Just kill
me quickly." he told her, trying and failing to keep the fearful
pleading out of his voice.
The muskox laughed. "Ooh no. It's not going to be that easy. We'll
play a little game of carrot and stick. If you win, I'll kill you - if
you lose, I'll keep you as a sex-toy for a while." She gave him a
quick kick in the stomach again. "Hell, I might even let you go in the
end. Not that it's very likely."
She went over to a sack lying just inside the cell door and pulled out
a long night-stick made from heavy rubber. "This is the stick." she
told him, and held it up so he could see it properly. "And this is the
carrot." She held up a broad dog-collar made from leather, and tossed
it over towards him.
She got up and advanced towards him, holding the night-stick down
along her thigh. "The rules are simple - I beat you with the stick
until you take the carrot or you're dead. Shall we play?" she grinned,
dark amusement twinkling in her eyes.
Crying, the wolf pushed the collar violently away from himself with
his bound arms, his teeth bared as much out of fear as of anger. "Go
to hell, Cow!"
The muskox snorted and brought the cudgel down hard across the wolf's
upper arm. "'Cow'? Is that the worst you can think of calling me?" she
asked, and set about beating the wolf with calm brutality.
He lasted for a good two dozen blows before he broke down. "Stop!
Please don't! Don't hit me! Stop - I'll do it. Oh god, oh god, don't
hit me again - I'll put it on, I'll put it on!"
The muskox deliberately swung the night-stick one more time, across
the bawling wolf's kidneys. Then she wordlessly pushed the collar back
to him with her hoof. He reached for it with the fervour of a drowning
man grabbing for a piece of flotsam, squirming on the floor to be able
to grip it with his strapped together arms.
He wept as he frantically attempted to strap the collar around his
neck, barely able to reach with the way his arms had been tied
together. He eventually managed to get the collar around his neck and
to thread the buckle. Staring at the floor he tightened the collar and
fastened it. Crying from defeat he turned his head and stared emptily
at the far wall.
"Not so stubborn after all, eh?" the muskox asked with a mocking
chuckle. "Well, let me take a proper look on my new doggie." She leaned
down and undid his jeans and tugged them down to his knees, ignoring
his weak, tear-chocked "Don't."
"Oh, I'm going to have some fun with this." she said, stroking the
soft fur on his sheath with her large hand. When he tried to squirm
away from her touch, she simply grabbed a firm hold of the fur in his
crotch, tugged hard and waited until his cry of pain had stilled
before she let go. "Get used to it, doggie. You'll lie still when I
pet you, or you'll hurt."
To underline her statement she stroked a single dark-skinned finger
along the length of his sheath, then slipped it inside the opening and
rubbed the head of his soft cock. The wolf sobbed, but lay still under
her touch. "Smart dog." the muskox muttered, her voice a little
breathy.
She pulled her hand away, and moved to sit across his waist. The wolf
howled briefly in pain as her muscular mass settled down to rest on
his bruises and aches. Ignoring his discomfort, the muskox tugged her
coarse denim shirt out of her trousers and pulled it over her head,
needing to pull it up and backwards to have it clear her forward
slooping horns. Next she undid and removed her bra, revealing her
heavy breasts, mostly covered with shaggy, brown-black fur.
With a mixture of stubbornness and shame, the wolf turned his head to
the side, staring at the floor. "Shy, eh?" the muskox asked with a
grim smile and grabbed a hold on the tear-soaked fur of his cheek and
forced his face back up towards her. "Well have a good look at them,
because you will be spending a lot of time brushing them and pampering
them. If you're a really good doggie I might even give you a tit-fuck
or two."
Seeing the look of disgust in the wolf's eyes, the muskox laughed with
dark amusement. "Oh, you'll learn to like that, doggie. It will be
just about the only thing I do to you that won't hurt in any way." She
let go of his cheek and placed her hand around his muzzle instead,
easily holding it closed. She got a length of rawhide lace from her
pocket, and looped it tightly around the base of his muzzle. Ignoring
his struggling and his involuntary whimpers of pain, she tied the lace
down.
"I got rather horny from beating you up, doggie, but I doubt there
will be much use in your cock for a while after that beating, and I
don't think it would be very smart to trust you not to bite, eh?" she
smirked down at him, patted his cheek roughly and got up to take off
her trousers.
"When I've broken you down a bit more we can see about finding some
uses for that tongue of yours." she said, opening her fly and
loosening the hem of her jeans enough to pull her tail free of them
before pushing them off.
"For now I'll have to settle for this." she sat down on top of him, her
knees level with his shoulders. She grabbed his head with both hands,
scooted forward and ground her warm sex against his muzzle. He
squirmed and whimpered under her, hardly able to breathe as she rubbed
herself against him with short, vulgar grunts.
His lips was shoved back and forth over his teeth as she ground
against him. Soon her sex grew slick and wet, and the taste of her
seeped into his mouth - a warm, heavy taste. She kept working against
him, sliding her muff firmly along his snout, rubbing her juices and
her scent into it. She was moaning now, deep rumbling moans made
in between short, gasping breaths. She pressed his head hard up against
her, burrowing his face between her thighs, and came with a rolling,
rumbling outcry, and her taste his mouth as a stream of her juices
gushed against his muzzle, dripping further down onto his cheeks and
his throat.
She climbed unsteadily off him, panting deeply. "Oh sweet fucking
hell, I _needed_ that." She wiped herself with her shirt, then put her
trousers back on. She glanced down at the wolf who was lying still,
gasping as best he could through his tied muzzle. She gave him a light
nudge in the side with her hoof. "Yeah, you'll make a good dog." she
told him and laughed darkly.
"I have a few things to take care of, but I'll be back and have more
fun with you later." she said, picked up the sack and went over to the
cell-door and killed the lights. Glancing back over her massive
shoulder she added, "And doggie? Don't forget that you put that collar
on yourself." she grinned with sadistic amusement and closed the door,
leaving him alone with the darkness, his aching body, his shame and
with the unfamiliar tightness of the collar around his neck.