FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

**This story is fictional. Any similarities to real happenings is purely Bogus. Us Kinksters could ONLY hope to have something like this happen. This story is chapter three in what started as a single short fap story. It's been long coming. I hope you enjoy. PS: It would be awesome if someone donated cover art for the stories. If your interested, please message me.**

**Warning: This story involves M/F, Rape, BDSM, Mindfucking (Figuratively, not literally.), a work environment, Vaginal, Anal, a modern setting, and Dragons and Wolves of adult age. If you don't like any of these topics, I suggest you run and never look back.**

It had been quite some time since my last job. I explained to my friend why I left at least... Kind of. Needless to say that jerk won't be hanging around her bar anymore. She was sad to hear I would not be either. I just needed a break from that sort of thing. However, it didn't take long for me to realize that I still needed a job. After all, I had taken that last one to pay bills. The slight tips I had made barely paid rent for that month.

I lay on my couch, wondering what to do. I was wearing a Red tank top, and a pair of red cotton panties. Legs stretched over the bed, I examined myself. I couldn't help but wonder how I kept getting into this mess. Sure, I knew I wasn't that bad on the eyes, but I kept questioning why I just put up with it? Why did I let this sort of thing keep happening... why...

Realizing my track of thought, I had to clear my mind. I sat up, and went to check my mail. There were a few bills, and a letter from a company who's name I had seen almost everywhere in the city. Dragon's Edge. Wondering why they would be contacting me, I opened it, only to realize that it was a job offer. I didn't ever remember filling out a application there, but hey. I had filled applications at many places. They needed a Secretary, it seemed. Giving a sigh, I knew I would have to clean up a touch.

I found myself looking into something I had seemed to look into a lot of late. My mirror. My hair was a touch long. It's red length was just short of my hips, having grown out of my blue hair dye. That wouldn't do for a working environment. My light grey fur was fine, as usual, save for a few spots that could use a brushing or two. I had long since stopped wearing my silver contacts, now my true, light red eyes glittered in the lighting. With a frown I lifted up my phone to dial the number, set up an appointment, and see when they needed me.

The voice over the phone didn't sound too thrilled, but informed me that I was to show up Monday at eight am. That was one week away. Hanging up the phone, I heaved another sigh. I realized I'd need a few things. Pulling up my bank account, I saw I might have enough to buy a cheap suit from some second hand shop, and a haircut. A cheap one at that.

"There's no time like the present." I muttered to myself. I was sore, and stiff after my last... encounter, but I forced myself to head out. I took the bus to the nearest thrift store to check if there was anything there. Sure enough, I found a nice red one that only needed slight repair that fit well enough. Now for the hair. I just had a trim. All I could afford after the suit was to have it cut just below the shoulder blades. I would have to make due with that.

The rest of the week passed in a blur. My bruises managed to heal up nicely, so moving wasn't that much an issue. I had stitched up the burgundy dress suit and even managed to get my hair into a braid come Monday. Once more, I looked into the mirror. For the first time in ages, I looked well groomed and like not some Wild Wolf. It was a nice change.

The bus got me to their main building a good thirty minutes early. I took the time to get a feel for the place. Everyone seemed so high maintenance, yet care-free. It was a working environment that I was sure I can learn to love. Come eight I made my way to the front desk. The woman I had spoken to on the phone was typing away on her computer. She barely gave me a second glance. "Miss Wolfgirl. You're five minutes late."

"Yeah, sorry. I was looking around the lobby, and lost track of ti-" I started, only for her to cut me off. "In the future, you are to be ten minutes early. Mr. Edge doesn't appreciate tardiness." her voice was curt. As though that one glance she had taken of me was enough to tell her that I was not worthy. The Ferret woman stood up. "This way." And with that, she walked off, another woman seeming to be ready to take her place.

I followed after her, suppressing my urge to snap at her angrily for how she was treating me. "So... Who's this Mr. Edge... And when do I do my interview?" I asked as I was looking around. The walls seemed so clean, and it was hard to keep up with the thin, stern woman.

She was silent for a moment, as though wondering if she should bother with my question. "Mr. Edge is only the most brilliant man around. If it were not for him, Dragon's Edge would not have become as large. And as for interview, Mr. Edge says that you have the job, regardless of..." She cast a glare back at me. "How unqualified you clearly are." She frowned. "The papers you will sign will be on your desk." She pressed a button for the elevator that would take us to my desk.

It seemed like forever until the elevator finally took us up to the twentieth floor; the very top of the building. It was large and seemed to be cut in half. A large empty desk with a top of the line computer was sitting before a rather heavy looking oak door. Obviously someone who worked on the other side was important. "Uh... This is where I'll be working?" I asked, dumfounded. The answer was obvious, as there was a plaque on the desk already, stating my full name.

I got no answer, save for "Mr. Edge has been informed of your arrival and will see to you when he can. For now, you are to follow the directions in the booklet. Surely someone of YOUR class can do such a thing. Sign the papers." she stood by my desk pointing down to the forms that I would have to sign.

It was a thick stack. I read through it in roughly ten minutes and signed all the papers. She waited impatiently before taking the forms and storming out. There were a few questions I had, but she answered shortly and with very little explanation. Such as that 'I would be catering to Mr. Edge's needs personally, as his sole secretary'. Her response? "Obviously you will be taking care of his needs.".

The book explaining my work was short, and very simple. All I would be doing is answering phones, sending the important ones to Mr. Edge's phone, typing out forms, and sending out memos that were pre-written to the staff. It would be easy considering there was a 'Send to all' option on the computer. Other than that, I would be taking care of Mr. Edge's needs, such as getting coffee and other things. They weren't specified, but I figured 'Hey, it's just a secretary job. Shouldn't be too bad.'.

There was already a stack of work for me to begin, and I started once I got comfortable with the layout of things. A few hours passed, and I had gotten too used to how repetitive it had been. I answered a few calls, sent them to the 'boss', and continued my typing. After a while, my fingers and eyes were getting tired, and I looked up with a stretch to see the time. What I saw first was him... The one that had started my stream of bad luck. The dragon. He was wearing a suit this time. Looking at me with a satisfied smirk. This, beyond a doubt, must have been the famous 'Mr. Edge'.

I opened my mouth, in a gasp, and moved to stand up. My first reaction was to back away from him. "Y..You..." I said, with a slight shake to my voice, images of what I went through running my mind. I had to curse myself for the slight reaction between my legs. Evidently my body remembered him too. Stupid body, this was the bastard that RAPED you!

"I didn't mean to interrupt. Watching you work is like an art form. Who would have known you were so good at being a secretary." He said, giving a dark chuckle and casually strolling to my only means of escape: the elevator door and the emergency stairs that were conveniently placed on the same wall. "No need to stop at my behalf. I noticed the calls have stopped coming in and decided it was time to see just how well you were doing out here. I see the stack is gone. Good. That means it's time for 'taking care of my needs.'." Those sharp teeth of his seemed to flash in the light of the skylight.

"N..not again..." I said, my voice a slight whimper, my knees getting weak once I felt my back pressing against a wall. "I... I'll scream... Someone will hear me..." I said, my voice too trembling to sound intimidating.

His answer was a slight tisk. "No one will hear you. Not to mention, you signed the papers, remember? This is just... part of your job now." he shook his head. "Your a hard wolf to keep track of, Raayven. Had I not seen you on the dance pole a few weeks ago, I would have lost track of you. Shame that horse got hold of you. No need to worry your pretty little head about him though. He won't see the light of day for quite some time. He's in prison, you see. No one touches my property without my say." his tone was stern. His lip even seemed to slightly tremble in rage at that last part.

I shook my head. "You don't own me. I quit. Just... Leave me alone." I begged. "Because of you, my life has been a living hell!" My voice was angry now, I bared my teeth. I was backed against the wall, what else could a wolf do but try to bite. I snarled at him. "Ever since you raped me, people have been taking advantage of me! It's all your fault!" It had been a while since I had last seen him. My mind had often wondered what I would do. It was a mixed feeling, because... unfortunately that feeling had also been the feeling that brought a stir between my legs a few times since as well. But be damned if I was going to admit that to him.

"Have I not gone out of my way to make sure you have money? That you can make ends meet!?" His voice was almost a roar, as he took a step towards me. "I tire of these games, girl. I marked you as mine when I first met you." His eyes took a sinister look. "And don't say you didn't like it. I felt you squirm around my cock." His words were like venom stating the truth like that. "I have given you a better job. I took care of that dick that touched you. I'm among the most powerful people in this city. Do you honestly think I don't know about you? What you've done." He moved to mimic my voice. "Fuck... Mmmm, Dragon..." it was a moan. He took another step towards me. "You say I ruined your life, yet at your chance to get everything you want, you shit. Now, be a good bitch and get over here." He snapped his fingers and pointed in front of him.

Two reactions came to me when he said that word. The word he'd called me so many times upon our first meeting. The first I wouldn't have admitted to anyone. The second? A mixture of thrill and fear. Quite an odd sensation. "At what price!?" I said, tears actually starting to form. My mind was in a state of chaos. I found my legs giving out, and my back sliding down that cold wall, soon on my knees.

The dragon watched me with eyes through slits before giving a deep sigh. He moved over to me and took my hair. I cried out as he moved to lead me by my braid towards his office. He held it at such a low position, I either had the choice to crawl or to be dragged. I chose to crawl as it was less painful. He locked his door behind me and moved to press a button on his phone. "To signal I'm out on lunch. No calls will come to you or me until it's off." He said, his tone stern and slightly annoyed.

His office was huge and well decorated; a fact I'd have likely noticed had the situation not been so dire. He half led, half dragged me towards his couch, before taking a seat and yanking me hard up to his lap. I tried to struggle, tried to push, tried to claw. One thing to note: trimmed nails don't do much against dragon scales. "Let me go!" I cried.

He wrapped one arm around me, holding me to him tightly, before letting go of my hair to take hold of my wrists with his larger grip. "Listen, bitch." He said it almost as though it was an amusing pet name. "You enjoyed it. You can't lie to me, and you will stop lying to yourself. Yes. I took away your old job. It was getting you nowhere anyway. Yes, I hurt you, but you enjoyed it." His voice was a low rumble. "And it's going to hurt when I take you again," He moved in to nip at my neck, and I snapped my fangs at him. "It'll hurt at times, and it will be fine at times. It's just a fact. One you will get used to, in time." the arm that held me to him moved, his hand holding my muzzle shut. He lifted my head, and nipped at my neck almost painfully. "But you like the pain. You cry because you know it's true. You got off. You didn't tell on me, which you could have. Hell, you didn't even tell your friend the gory details about what that bastard did to you. You just said he beat you up when asked." his voice grew angry. "I would have stopped him sooner had I known you would slip out the back." his voice moved back to a comforting churr. "You don't have to worry about him anymore. As for a job, I've given you a new one. One that pays well, so well enough, you won't have to worry about bills, or when you will get your next meal. More than most secretaries get to see in a month. I've given you're life back. Now I'm going to give you something else you crave."

I was a mess, trying to get away but unable to. Trying to ignore his words, but without being able to interrupt them, there was little I could do. I was crying, his hand getting wet with my tears. He held my mouth shut a while, as if to let his words sink in. I was scared but that thrill was there. I was terrified of what he would do, but part of me did crave it. I shook my head, but I couldn't help but feel relieved the horse was behind bars. When he finally let my muzzle go I had stopped fighting and simply went limp, crying. "N..no..." I said. My first job HAD been getting me nowhere. "I.. I didn't..." I swore. The smell emitting from my dress suit's skirt hit my nose. It sure as hell wasn't fear. "I...I..." I found myself at a loss of words, so all I could do was cry.

His arms moved around me, his hand letting go of my wrists. "I take care of my valuables, bitch. You think I take any girl I see just doing there jobs? No. I've been watching you, Raayven. Even before deciding to take action. So much talent, yet you don't give yourself credit for it. You don't apply yourself, because you don't think anyone will notice if you did." his voice got stern. "You need a firm hand to show you how to get things done. Even if you don't like it. And trust me, there will be times you will hate it. But that is part of being my property. I got you to squirm once. For a moment even showed you just how willing a bitch you could be." he said, as even my tears seemed to slow, and I sat in his lap, numb and mute. I was confused, I didn't know what to say or what to do. "Now, I'm not staying on lunch forever. It's time we get this over with."

I couldn't even open my mouth to protest, in time, as I heard the fabric of the dress suit I was wearing be ripped off of me, that embrace of his quickly turning to something more violent. "Wai-" I started, but he simply threw me onto the couch beside him, throwing my tattered dress suit aside. Clad in only my red cotton panties and matching bra, I was trying to recover, to sit up, the fear of what was going to happen gripping me again, when I felt the leather bite into my back. I cried out in pain, my natural reaction to freeze and try to reach for the pain.

"Stay, Bitch." He snarled, before using the belt to slap my hands away. Using his foot, he shoved me back down to laying on the couch. I laid there in tears. He moved the belt and I flinched. He guided it into a loop, almost like a slip knot, as he lead that leather through the buckle. He wrapped the loop around my neck and peered down at me, his foot still on my chest, his belt tightening against my neck, quieting my cries. He used it like a leash, moving his foot off my chest once he'd gotten an eyeful of me wearing only my underthings. He tugged me to where my head was hanging off of the arm of his chair, my back to the comfortable plush, but arched, making my breasts move upwards with each frantic breath. "Take off your bra and panties. You won't be needing them anymore." He said, his voice a firm growl, that left no room for questions.

I looked at him with tear filled eyes, and my hands were shaking when I moved to obey, first taking off my bra, letting my breasts bounce free. They were rather large for my size. Double D. It was more difficult a task with my panties, as he held me in position by that make-shift leash. But soon I was on full display. My fur was silver grey with only a paler marking along the stomach and lower breasts. It made an almost heart shape leading right down to my unclothed and embarrassingly wet pussy. Even darker grey markings ran over my body. Mainly from the muzzle, up the ear in a line, only to go down my neck and splash lightly over my shoulders. It moved down my spine and ended at the tip of my tail, as though someone had taken a paint brush to my back. My light red eyes and red hair seemed at a contrast to my grey shades. It was natural, but not many believed it. I was silent, unable to speak much due to that belt around my neck, but it provided me enough room for short breaths.

He admired me in this uncomfortable position after smacking my hands away from their futile attempts at hiding myself from his eyes. Finally, he smirked. "Good bitch." With that, he moved to unbuckle his pants, and I soon found the reason for my awkward pose. He dropped his pants to the floor before using his free hand to pull himself out of his boxers. He was already hard as he guided that large, thick cock of his to my mouth. "Open up, and show me how you've missed me."

I didn't open my mouth. Not right away, at least. My face fur was matted with my tears, but I looked up to his waiting shaft, as he glared down at me expectantly. His was the face that had taken so much, and also, it seemed, his was the face to give it back in spades if I catered to his wishes. A part in me broke finally, and it didn't really require another blow. Drifting my eyes shut, I opened my mouth to take his cock within. I had given in.

He didn't place it in just yet, he had been surprisingly patient while I was thinking over my lot. When my mouth opened, he reached down with his free hand, to lightly run it through my hair. "Good bitch." And with that, he guided his shaft to my waiting maw. He didn't take his time. Once he felt the warmth of my mouth as it closed around his dick, he began to thrust. In this position, his cock was able to make it down my throat in a fairly straight line. That belt tightened around my neck once that thick shaft began to work its way down my throat, as though he were attempting to make it tighter for him.

My breasts bounced with every rough thrust of his as he face fucked me, but the lack of breath was getting hard for me. My throat worked to swallow that cock, twitching franticly around it due to my need to breathe. The scent from between my legs was likely growing, but I couldn't tell, due to my asphyxiation. I could feel the need growing, but every time I moved to rub myself, he would slap my hands away with the end of that belt.

His thrusting continued until I was sure I wouldn't be able to hold my breath any longer. When my vision started to blur, he pulled his cock from my throat and moved to loosen the belt. The sounds in the room filled with my gasps as he flipped me over, draping me over the arm of the chair. He moved behind me, but instead of fucking me, I felt his fingers. He was no longer holding onto his belt, and I was no longer fighting my position. I managed a startled moan when his scaled fingers moved to rub at my soaking slit. He mercilessly dipped two fingers inside me, his thumb moving to rub at my clit. I squirmed, trying to move my hips into his fingers, but he moved his other hand to hold my hips steady. Leaning his head in, he took a sniff of me. "I can hardly smell myself on you anymore. We'll have to fix that."

Those words mixing with the merciless rubbing between my thighs caused a whimper to escape me. It was almost aggravating how rough he did it. He would bring me so close to a climax only to slow back down. I had caught my breath, that belt hanging slack, but still around my neck. "P...Please... Just... Just take me..." I moaned out with a begging whimper.

He only chuckled to this, fingering me again, just enough to almost bring me, before slowing down again. "Please what?" He asked, moving to lean his weight over me. I could feel his cock twitching against my thigh as his strong form towered over my squirming body. "Please Sir!" I managed. With that he withdrew his fingers and moved to thrust his flesh inside of my slit, hilting in one swift thrust, and causing me to cry out in pleasure. I almost came with that one moment, but he held himself still. I could feel his breath over my ear as he took hold of my hair, lifting my body up closer against him. "I'm liking this braid. Makes it quite easy to tug you around, bitch." He sneered. "You can't come. Not until I tell you to. Do you understand, bitch?" His voice was a growl, and his weight stopped me from being able to squirm much.

The pain from his grip on my hair caused me to cry out, but I answered. "Y...Yes sir." my voice was slightly aggravated. It would be a hard task to hold back my welling orgasm, but I had no choice. I was loath to find out what he would do should I disobey. He began to thrust, and I could hear his growls of pleasure as he was above me. "You are.. Mine!" He said as he leaned down to bite at my throat. The scent of our sex filled his large office. It was as though he could tell how close I was getting to cumming, because every time I was too close to stop, he would pull out and wait.

His cock was solid inside me, and I could feel it twitching with the need to spill his seed, but he managed to continue a bit more. His cock was coated in my juices when he finally pulled out, only to lift my tail violently and shove it into my ass with no warning and no mercy. Hilting himself in my tightest hole. He paused, not to help me with the pain or to revel in my howl of agony as it echoed off the walls, but to savor the moment and attempt not to cum. He didn't last long though, and I could feel his hot seed spill within my bowls after a few short thrusts. His roar blended with my howl of pain, pulling out to squirt the last bits over my back.

Sexually aggravated and in pain, I lay there as he moved to stand and patted my head. "There's a new suit for you in the box over there," He nodded to a coffee table. It had a black box, with red ribbon over it. "Put it on and get back to work." fixing his outfit as he dressed, before he moved his way towards a balcony where he lit his smoke. I stood after a little, moving over to the box. Opening it, there was a much more comfortable dress suit, though the skirt was awfully short and the top left little to the imagination for my breasts, as low cropped as it was. Also, under it all, I saw a collar with a locket where the tag should be. After dressing, I lifted it up, questioningly, and moved out to where Mr. Edge waited. "S..sir?"

He took a drag of his smoke, and glanced over towards what I held. "Oh yes. Get over here, I'll put it on. Have a smoke first, as I explain. I'm sure you need it." there was only one seat out there, and he motioned for me to kneel close to him. I was slow to obey. Walking while sexually aggravated, and with a sore tailhole was a chore, but I managed to kneel in that suit without damaging it. He opened the locket. Instead of pictures, there was words. He read them aloud. "'This bitch is property of Mr. Edge.'. You will wear this at all times. I'm sure you'll find the logo enough to deter any... assholes from trying at you."

I lit a smoke of my own and sighed, giving an pained whimper. He was talking seriously, and I was too worked up to bother caring. "You didn't say I could cum..." I whimpered as I bared my neck for him to put the collar on. His reply made me almost cough on my smoke.

"Consider it encouragement to come to work tomorrow."

Later, after work was over, and me and him had had dinner I gave it some thought. You know? I -will- Be there at work tomorrow. Hopefully to finish what he started.