Don't Scream
Anita made her way down the dark dungeon steps. The torch she held in a velvety sand colored paw gave her enough light to see. She had lost her cousin's ball and was sent to retrieve it. Her cousin had gone off to other pursuits. The steps were long and winding to the very bowels of her father's castle. She gave a petite sigh and continued on her way. At the bottom of the stairs she found the ball. 'There you are.' She said and bent down to pick it up but it rolled from her grasp once again. 'Come back here you...' he voice trailed off as she began to stand back up, facing a pair of high leather boots and working her way up. By the time she stood her full height she was face to throat with an ashen furred wolf. He grinned broadly, his teeth terribly sharp. Anita formed a shriek in her throat but it came out more as a huff as a candelabrum came down across the side of her head.
She woke up again with a splitting headache and her arms paralyzed. No, not paralyzed but chained. Anita was prisoner in her father's empty dungeon. Not completely empty, however. The wolf sat on a table across from her, a bag of stolen goods propping his feet up. He was dressed in dark leather pants and high boots. A simple tunic was cut low to expose a bit of his strong canine chest. His ears each had multiple piercings and were focused on her as keenly as his entrancing amber eyes. A large curved dagger was held in his great gray hands. 'Welcome back, m'lady.' He said with a warm accent. Had they met under better circumstances he would be perhaps roguishly charming. But his intent was most foul and she knew it.
'I'll scream, I swear it. Guards will swarm this place and you'll be beheaded for this act.' She inhaled deeply and nearly produced the scream but it was cut at its source. The had crossed the room with imperceptible speed and held the curve of the blade to her throat. The scream fizzled to a whine. 'Now don't be doing anything stupid, Princess. I'd hate to have to deliver your head to your father.' Anita whimpered at the thought. 'However, since you've showed up, I may as well plunder the..other goods in the castle.' He grinned darkly and pulled the dagger from her throat. His hand slid down her lemon colored dress.
The bunny bit back a shriek. If she screamed he'd kill her, but if she didn't make a sound he'd have his way with her. There wasn't much choice. She tried to think of other things as he kissed her neck, thinking better of it not to struggle against him. His muzzle planted warm kisses down her neck. She shivered her body growing warm. No one ever kissed her with that sort of tenderness. Anita shook her head, she was going to be raped and here she was having romantic thoughts. The intruder's hands slid over the curve of her bosom and down, unlacing the dress that separated the pair of them. A draft. Anita was nude before the stranger. She tried to curve in her legs to not give him a clear look at her opening.
Mark smiled at his prize. She was shivering. A fine specimen of her species, her body lithe and graceful. The sandy color of her fur gave way to a path of ivory white that lead down her stomach and between her thighs. He slid his fingers down this path and she trembled, her eyes clenched shut. The wolf smiled to himself as his fingers found the pale furred folds between her thighs and smoothly spread them. She was warm and moist. Mark smiled to himself. She wanted him and just didn't know it yet.
After a few moments of toying with the warm pink flesh between the young woman's thighs, Mark pulled his fingers back. Anita was still trembling and her breaths were coming in short harsh pants. He took the time to lick the sticky fluid from his fingertips and smile to her. Her eyes were still shut but she knew what was to come next. Buckles unfastened and clothing fell. Anita finally dared to peek at her attacker and saw him in his entirety. Very well muscled, this rogue, with warm gray fur lined with a bit of red down the stomach and around him firm member. She shut her eyes tight again and held tight to the chains that bound her. Anita was not pure and had a few riverside trysts in her time but something in her mind was screaming that he would hurt her in this assault. She readied herself.
Mark slid forward and kissed her neck again, pushing her against the wall and lifting her. His arms were more than able to lift her small frame. Next he positioned her and slid in slowly. He sighed and kissed her chest as her legs folded around his back. Anita let out a whine, her long ears framing her face. He wasn't hurting her. His motions were slow and almost as tender as any sweet lover she'd known. His cock penetrated her more and more deeply and she found herself moaning. She bit her lip. Anita wouldn't give this vile creature the satisfaction. Faster he moved with her, his breath coming hot on her heaving breasts. He'd smile some and lick her firm budded nipples then her neck. Then he dared to kiss her face. Again, she did nothing in return. Time went by and she let out a long groan before she was able to stifle it. She made motions to hide it after it'd happened but he'd let her go as his climax occurred. He'd leaned close to the wall next to her and braced his body with one hand as his other masturbated his member into finality. Anita peeked over next to her in time to see him splash a hard rush of hot wolf's seed against the cold stone.
The wolf panted and looked back to his prize in time to see her turn her head and shut her eyes. He didn't wish to make a big deal of it so he returned to his clothes and pulled them on. But that wasn't all. He returned her dress to her actually putting back on her. A most strange rapist indeed. Anita spat in his face. 'You're a despicable beast and once you leave and I escape I'll have my father's men hunt you all over this land until you're caught!' Mark smiled some and nodded. 'Then I suppose I'll see you again.' The rabbit growled, her ears back. 'You pert beast! I'll scream this very moment and you'll be captured.' Her features remained firm. 'However, you'll be given a chance to escape. On one condition.' Mark had just finished tying his shirt when he cast his entrapping amber eyes on the chained woman in the corner. 'And just what's that?'
Anita grinned 'If you can do that again.'