Clair's Ordeal
This is a story of Fiction and is © Striker Vulsine
It is an adult story depicting the rape of a female by a male, one of whom is under the age of 18. If you are under 18, or you find this offensive, please leave now.
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I'm Clair. I was a seventeen year old red fox vixen that night. Normal height, normal weight, normal color, just a normal girl walking home through the park one cool autumn night when the worst thing that's ever happened to me happened.
The fist came out of nowhere as I stepped out from under the bridge, probably aided by the fact that I had been switching songs on my iPod. I was down and numb before I had even realized I'd been hit. The shock only lasted for a few moments before a deep throbbing starting on the left side of my face. As I lay there panting, I felt a warm trickle running down the side of my left eye, telling me I was bleeding. I was trying to blink away the spots hovering over me when a grey wolf appeared in my vision.
I had time to see that he was male and quite large before he balled a fist in my blouse and yanked me up. A wave of nausea washed over me and my vision swam, letting me know I was really hurt. Then the wolf grabbed my belt and threw me over his shoulder and the nausea boiled up and spilled out of my muzzle to splatter on the ground. The motion also changed the blood flow above me eye and left me blinking as it clouded my vision more.
I don't know how far he carried me, but it couldn't have been far because me vision hadn't stopped being blurs with one side tinged red before I was suddenly slammed into the soft earth and grass. The quick shift and impact cause another wave of nausea but I only gagged, my light dinner already steaming somewhere back the way we came.
The cool earth and grass chased the sickness far enough away that my body realized two things. First, it could hear music, and second, it wanted to see clearly. Some distant part of my head knew the song I was hearing was by Christina Millian, which meant my iPod was still around and at least one ear bud was still in. The second required the use of my paws. I slowly tried to lift my arms and found that they still worked. My paws cam up to rub my face and started wiping the blood away from my eye. I blinked rapidly, then looked at my fingers, seeing them covered with the thick liquid. Once I saw the blood my head started to hurt again, the sharp sting of the cut right above my left eye and the hot throb down that side of my face, pulsing with each beat of my heart.
I closed my eyes and groaned loudly, then tried to sit up, but I only got half way before a pressure on my stomach forced me back down. I groaned again and turned my head to the side, the motion catching the cord of my headphones and pulling them from my ears. I reached back up to hold my face again and I might have laid there for a while if I had not heard the distinct sound of a zipper being undone.
The sound snapped my head back into awareness, chasing the nausea and pain away with a wash of adrenaline. I was suddenly aware of my position. I was on my back on a slight incline, the grass tickling my neck and ears, cool from the night. My blouse and jeans were still on, but I could feel and hear someone shuffling around over my legs. My mind flashed to the dark, blurry shape of the male wolf looming over me and suddenly my blood ran cold. There were only two reasons a person would drag me off the path, then not steal my iPod or money, rape or murder. I began to pant quickly, panic starting to take over. I had to get out of here.
My paws fell away from my face and I tried to sit up again. I saw the wolf squatting over my legs, his chest bare and his pants and underwear pushed down to his thighs. He must have done them separately because his paws were just coming up from the latter. He looked up at me and I had time to see the heat in his eyes and the muscles of his upper body tense before his fist shot out again and caught me right in the nosepad. I cried out in pain, my head snapping back before the nausea fell over me again, and I coughed and gagged, my stomach heaving, chasing away the adrenaline.
I was still seeing stars when I felt the wolf grab my limp wrists and a new wave of adrenaline spiked through me. I still couldn't see straight, but the nausea was gone and I struggled, but in vein. My whimpers and tugs lasted only a few seconds before I heard a ripping sound and then pressure around my wrists. My vision had cleared enough when he pulled back that I saw a roll of orange tape in his paw, and as I started struggling again I found that my wrists and parts of my hands and forearms were bound together.
I screamed and swung my arms down, trying to hit him, but the wolf just laughed and pushed them back down, his legs shifting, the pants making the motion of him straddling my chest awkward, but he managed. He leaned on one of my arms with his left paw while the right grabbed my muzzle and he growled down at me
"Bite down and I WILL KILL YOU!"
I didn't understand, bite down on what? Then the wolf scooted forward abit more and pushed my muzzle up, giving me a look at him. He looked like a normal male, his red tapered cock pulsing lightly. From my position he looked huge, but in reality he must have just been average. From the smell of him, though, he must not have showered in a few days, the musky, male smell filling the air in front of his crotch. He pushed his hips towards my muzzle, his tip bumping my lips and I sobbed, tears starting to cloud my vision as I shook my head, his paw holding me up by my scruff making the fur and skin pull. The wolf kept pushing with his paw, bending my neck and shoulders forward, making them stretch painfully as my arms stayed pinned to the ground. I whined loudly, tears running down my cheeks as his musky dick rubbed against my muzzle, leaving a smelly, damp trail where it touched. He flexed his hips a few times, rubbing his cock over my muzzle, but still I wouldn't open for him. The wolf started to grow frustrated and growled deep and low as his left paw left my arm and came to my face. He smacked me, then ground his thumb into the cut above my eye, breaking the dried blood and making it flow again. I cried out in pain and he shoved forward, forcing himself into my mouth to the hilt. I didn't dare bite down lest he carry out his threat, but I still gagged, his tip just at the right spot to tickle and the taste of him being as pungent as the smell.
Fresh tears started to run down my cheeks as he worked his hips, sliding his length along my tongue, making me gag again as he groaned over me, his paws moving my back and forth as he sighed out.
"Ahhhhh yeah, good fox slut."
I screwed my eyes closed and just tried to breathe past his scent and my gags. He worked slowly, methodically, drawing back until just and inch or so remained inside before he groaned and slid back inside, his left paw holding my muzzle closed just enough to pleasure himself as the reach pulled my head back and forth. I tried to close my mind off, but God I couldn't. My mouth was full of his pungent, sweaty taste and just the feel of that warmth sliding along my tongue. I could feel the fur of his sheath, along with the weight of his sac against my lips and chin as he sank inside my mouth, as he used me. I was panting quickly, trying to get a good breath around his arid scent when he said, "Open your eyes, bitch!" I just squeezed them shut tighter until I felt his thumb slip up between my eyes, then over the left to grind against the cut again as the wolf growled through his clenched teeth,
"OPEN! Your! Eyes!"
I don't know if it was the pain or the tone of his voice but I did what he said, I opened my eyes and stared up at him. As soon as he made eye contact with me his rhythm changed. He pulled back quickly as a spurt of pre splashed over my tongue, the warm, salty liquid almost making me throw up again. I tried to close my eyes again but a deep growl stopped me cold, and instead I whimpered pitifully around his cock. The wolf ignored me and just sped up, his cock thrusting back and forth, spilling pre all over my muzzle. I could feel his sac slapping my chin, the soft fur brushing back and forth, and then he started to swell. The feeling of his knot ballooning against my lips, mashing them against my teeth over and over was the most disgusting thing I'd ever experienced, and then he came.
His eyes squeezed shut and he snared down at me, his paw clenching tightly as his wolf cock throbbed. I had been wrong about my stomach being empty because when that first rope of cum hit my throat it found something to give. A bit of bile mimicked his cum as it spilled to my muzzle, and I would have spit it out over him if his other paw hadn't joined his left and held my sealed around him. He thrust his jetting dick in and out a few more times before he suddenly pulled back and left only the vile mixture swirling against my tongue. I expected to be able to spit it out, but his left paw kept my mouth closed as the other grabbed his roll of tape and bound my muzzle closed from base to nose. I whined and whimpered again as the warm spunk and bile began to cool on my tongue. The wolf chuckled down at me and growled,
"Hold it or swallow, slut, it ain't over yet."
To be continued...
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