Mother's Revenge

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This was written after I saw many stories, pictures and such about cub's being cubnapped, raped, snuffed and other such nastyness... and yes I did read them and enjoy them.


Mothers Revenge


By


Dracofiend (Allen)


*I've seen a lot of stories and pictures recently that have cub's being cub napped, raped, and even snuffed. While those things are nice I had a thought about what a mother might feel at having her little girl stolen away to be raped and killed... This is a story of what I think that might be like.

A soft knock on her door woke up the sleeping squirrel, having cried herself to sleep for the third night in a row since they found the body of her daughter in a dumpster. Carefully she stands up adjusting her night gown and pulling on the robe she was using as a blanket. Flicking the television off she walks to the door rubbing her eyes before opening it focusing on the dark figure of the wolf who delivered the bad news to begin with.

"Ma'am I'm sorry to bother you again, but we found out who the killer is." He says softly taking his hat off. Her expression changes from one of sorrow to one of rage as her eyes narrow. "Officer Morrison... Who is it?" She asks in a timid voice her tail twitching lightly as she stares into his eyes. "Your Ex-Husband, we had him followed down to one of his old haunts at "The Slaughterhouse." He was tracked to rather rough bar at the edge of town. We found his motorcycle but no trace otherwise."

She lowers her head knowing where he would be hiding out her tail fluff sticking out as the officer backs away a step then nods to her. "I promise to keep you updated if we find anymore information, or if we are able to capture him." She nods and closes the door slowly before turning around her head raising fists at her side as she walks down the hall to her bedroom opening the door and stepping inside. Shedding her robe and nightgown she starts fishing around for her old work clothes.

An hour later she slips into the garage glancing at the bright pink bike that sits next to her car, only having been ridden once by her little girl. She growls softly opening her car door then the garage door with her remote pulling out then gunning the accelerator speeding down the street. She does not notice as officer Morrison follows at a safe distance. He follows her all the way down to the river a small series of shacks sit along the water's edge. The last signs of the bridge crew that helped build this town.

She parks carefully not wanting to alert anyone almost a good hundred yards from the shacks themselves slipping out wearing dark brown leather pants and top hugging her large breasts barely showing her pert nipples as she shivers at the cold air. Sneaking forward she moves with the skill of a trained marine a large knife strapped against her hip as she wears a pack on the other hip filled with smaller tool's. Parking behind some tree's Morrison slips out of his car following gun held low.

He stands back holding up a pair of binoculars watching her movements as she slips from shack to shack peering in windows and entering each shack one by one. Finally she stares into a window shuddering hard pulling her knife and slipping around to the front of the shack and carefully tries the knob finding it locked. Placing her knife back in its sheath she softly reaches into her hip pack and pulls out a small set of tools picking the old lock easily.

Moving down the hill a little he climbs up a tree the wolf shivering as he sits on a branch watching her movements through an open window as she sneaks into the small shack. Spotting a rather male squirrel lying on a cot sprawled out wearing nothing as he sleeps. A small space heater keeping him warm, turning a bit he notices the women staring at something on the wall just out of his range of sight. She turns to the male creeping forward and crouching down pulling her knife again as her other paw slips into the hip pack pulling out something small... A small silver lighter with a skull on the side.

With a grace and swiftness he didn't expect the female jumps onto her Ex-Husband her knee landing right in his groin crushing his large sac as he screams out her paw grabbing his neck as she brings the knife down carefully slicing his arm's each one along the shoulder breaking the bone and crushing the joint making his arm's useless. He kicks out hard his arms flopping as he stares up at her with wide eyes.

She stares back at him with pure hatred her paw clenching his throat tightly bringing the knife down as her knee moves to the side one on each of his thighs as the knife slashes out severing his balls with one quick slice. The male screaming out as he thrashes hard against her trying to fight her but unable to do anything other than wriggle like the worm he was. Morrison watches with a shudder almost feeling bad for the cub killer.

She stands up slowly ramming the knife into the broken male's belly before slashing his hamstrings as he rolls off the cot vomiting as he lays on his side. Unable to hear what she's saying he just watches till she spits on the male moving to the wall out of view.

A few minutes later she exit's the shack carrying a small child looking up and waving towards Morrison as he blushes hard slipping out of his tree walking down quickly looking at the girl as he starts running forward. "How did you know?" She just smiles seeming so much better as she hands the small mouse to him. "Your scent was in the air, not to mention I saw you following me here." He looks at the mouse girl naked and shivering softly crying as she holds tightly against him. Having been raped and beaten already.

Looking up he notices the Squirrel flicking the lighter and tossing it into the shack. A sudden blast of heat washes over him as a flash of light blinds him for a few seconds. Blinking to clear his eyes he notices the shack is aflame a horrid scream coming from it as her Ex burns alive having been humiliated like his victim's then killed in a manner much worse. She winks and walks back to her car leaving the credit to Morrison as she inhales deeply still morning her daughter but able to accept it now.