Sheer Will
Since the beginning of time there have been a small number of beings both man, beast, and things inbetween that could simply picture acts or events in their minds and make them reality. How is this possible you ask? Sheer force of will is the answer. In the year 2008, one Mr. Danateus Wraith Rize, known simply as Dante, possesses this supernatural ability. The only problem is he does not wish to inflict any good with his power. I am the rational voice of his mind...Of course, that means he has created this message.
"I really fuckin' hate people nowadays..." Dante muttered as he exhaled the smoke from his Black Death, an unfiltered cigarette. Tilting his head forward he inhaled the same smoke through his nostrils.
"I can't say I hate them, but they are quite...hopeless." Said Dante's partner in crime, Virgil.
"I feel like doing something...interesting. You up for it?"
"Interesting how? Like something that's illegal?"
"Of course." A small cracking sound penetrated the air as Dante smiled. His smile stretched from ear to ear.
The V8 engine of his black 1967 Ford Mustang roared to life, causing a few bedroom lights to flash on in the surrounding homes. It was only two in the morning after all.
"That Mona, you know, Jack's wife? She's too fucking hot."
"Yeah I know Dante, too bad she's spoken for. Jack's a nice enough guy though, she's lucky to have him."
"Hmphh..." Closing his eyes Dante took another drag from from his cigarette, running a stoplight in the process.
"After tonight he'll be dead enough."
The smoke Dante exhaled as he spoke even tried to escape the path of that sentence.
"We're here." With that Dante cut off the engine and calmly stepped out of the car, as if he was about to do little more than greet an old friend.
"Dante, whatever happens...I'm s-sticking with you.." You could almost smell the uncertainty in Virgil's voice as he spoke.
"Smart boy, you'll live longer that way. Well, here we go." They both stood several inches from the window under which Jack and Mona slumbered unaware of what was about to happen. Dante knew they never locked their windows at night because their air conditioner would shut off frequently, causing them to open the windows. This was one of those times. Dante eased a few claws into the crevice of the window seal and slowly the window opened.
"We whisper from this point on, understand me?" Virgil nodded solemnly. Somewhere, there was someone wishing that something like this wasn't about to happen. Too bad they didn't rub a magic lamp first.
Dante hoisted Virgil through the window and Virgil nearly stepped on Jack's leg. Jack mumbled something and turned in the bed.
"Oh for fuck's sake." Dante imagined Jack rising out of the bed and slowly making his way over to the bedroom door. Where he then leaned completely against it.
"Mmmph...mmm. Honey? W-what are you doing?" Asked Mona, who was unlucky enough not too see Virgil.
"Hello Mona." Whispered Dante, who was now perched on the window seal above Mona's head. She stretched a paw out in panic towards her night table, quickly turning on her lamp. Mona looked up, and Dante waved.
"Oh my god!" She screamed in so much fear, it only served to arouse Dante further.
She snatched the drawer on her night stand open and fumbled around in it for a moment. Then she sealed her fate, she drew a pistol on Dante. He nodded in Virgil's direction. Mona turned to face the other intruder in her home. Dante raised a fist and delivered a blow to the back of Mona's head, the pistol fell out of her paw.
"A little much don't you think? I mean you could of just willed her to sleep." Virgil shook his head in slight remorse for Mona.
"Yeah, I could've, but this way was more fun."
...17 minutes pass...
"Huh? W-what happened? Oh my god, Jack!" Squealed Mona, who soon found herself unable to move.
"Don't struggle too much, you'll hurt yourself." Mona's vision was still a little blurry but this time she recognized that voice.
"Dante? Dante you're the one doing this?!"
"Bingo. Now stop screaming." The flint in his lighter sparked and he blazed another cigarette. "You see, I can kill Jack at any time. And I will unless you stay quiet. It's so convenient to have a house with a basement, wouldn't you say?" As ordered, Mona did not reply.
"Dante, what are we going to do with her?" Virgil held out a paw for Dante to pass the cigarette.
"Well, we're going to fuck her. Until she wants to die." Mona heard this and noticed she had been stripped bare. She tried desperately to cover herself, but to no avail. Dante untied her legs, she only whimpered.
"I always loved Lupine chicks...so fuzzy." Dante nuzzled around her breasts, eliciting a small moan from her followed by more tears.
"Don't be so greedy Dante, how about a ménage à trois?"
"A threesome eh? Balls touching and everything?" Dante asked eagerly.
"Mhm, balls touching and everything." One could tell, even though Virgil was still uncertain about the situation...He was loving every minute of it.
Without warning Dante slid a finger into Mona's slit, he cracked another long smile at her response. She began squirming about and her body, it was shaking.
"Amazing what you can do to beings without using your mind." Virgil had just begun to come out of his clothes. He was fully erect already and to top it off, in simple terms, his dick was leaking precum.
"Well well, seems like someone knew what was going to happen tonight long before I did."
"I admit I had an idea." Virgil sounded far from embarrassed and perhaps even proud.
Dante was still slipping his finger in and out of Mona, she had gotten pretty wet pretty fast.
Only groans and deep breathing were exchanged between the three for awhile. Dante got on his knees while positioning Mona's legs over his shoulders, then his tongue went down on her in a frenzy. Dante's tongue ravaged her slit while another lone finger began to rub at her clit feverishly. Of course that was Virgil's finger, that sly bastard. Virgil had gone to work on the other sensitive areas of Mona's body, like her breasts, which found company with his mouth and his free paw.
"Enough foreplay." Dante unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his pants as well, though not as quickly as Virgil he found himself 'ready' soon enough.
...1 hour passed...
Dante's hips grinded against Mona's over and over as he drove into her slit in time with Virgil who was feeling the warmth of her rump on his crotch while thrusting into her tailhole. As promised, more than once in that moment, balls touched. Virgil and Dante only smiled at eachother over Mona's shoulder. Dante began to massage each of Mona's breasts tenderly, she came on the spot. The double penetration and massage was just too much for her which proving she was more aroused than she let on. By now both Dante's and Virgil's lower extremities were coated with Mona's love juices. Her intruders were reaching their limit faster than expected.
"A-aah f...fuck" Dante groaned above Mona, he could go no further.
Dante's hot seed burst into her womb. Mona's passage was quickly filled but Dante's shaft was still pumping that hot, white fluid. He pulled out of her and the few remaining white ropes landed on her chest and stomach.
"Mmm..damn, nnnng..." Virgil had peaked as well but he slid his shaft from Mona's tailhole early, stimulating himself to continue his orgasm by stroking his member as it fired his seed upwards onto the cheeks of Mona's rump, where clung fast to her fur. There's no doubt that Mona loved this experience but she couldn't forget the situation she was in. Tears stained the fur on her cheeks. Dante fell back on his paws and sighed in soft relief.
"Yesss, that was great." Dante rose up to kneel in front of Mona, he held his shaft in front of her muzzle and smiled at her again.
She didn't need any direction on what to do now. Mona allowed Dante's shaft into her warm muzzle slowly, suckling on it slightly at first. After the first two minutes she was nursing on Dante's cock like a newborn would its mother's breast.
"Alright, you're done baby. Thanks for cooperating." A small pop was heard as Dante pulled his shaft from Mona's muzzle. Virgil was fastening the zipper on his pants while Dante had just begun to put on his.
"So what are you gonna do with Jack and Mona?" Virgil popped his head past the collar of his shirt.
"You already know. Don't get attached." Dante spoke with his signature disregard for the lives of others. He clipped his belt together then peered around the sparsely lit basement for his shirt.
"There we go." While Dante put on his shirt he visioned Mona standing on her footpaws with her eyes closed, in a sort of sleeping trance.
Using his claws, Dante slashed the ropes restraining Mona's paws to shreds. In Dante's mind Mona led them up the basement staircase, turned off the light switch, and locked the door behind Virgil and Dante.
"How are you gonna do it Dante?"
"Gruesome, yet clandestine." Dante remembered Mona having a pistol handy, he strode into her bedroom and discovered it laying solemnly on her and Jack's bedsheets. Jack was knocked over from his leaning position when Dante opened the door, he hit the floor in a dreamy stupor. Jack stood up immediately, grasping the gun and proceeding into the kitchen. Mona followed him without a word.
"I love having my thoughts become reality." Dante threw a smug look at the quiet couple heading into the kitchen, Virgil followed close behind. He didn't want to miss a minute of the action.
"Now that we're all present and accounted for, back to the basement. We're very lucky that Jack and Mona never paved over their basement floor with cement." Dante opened the door to the basement, his accomplice and the victims filed in. Dante closed his eyes, seemingly focusing on something. Jack then mindlessly padded over to one of the corners of the basement, grabbed a shovel, and struck soil in that spot as he begun to dig a hole.
...10 minutes passed...
"That's deep enough, hop in you two." Dante visualized Jack and Mona climbing down into the hole as he spoke. Dante squatted down and stretched his paw into the hole, handing Jack the pistol. "Check it out Virgil, it gets interesting here." Dante fell back on his rear and sat there grinning as he pictured something he considered fun. Mona snapped out of her trance then.
Jack was still in Dante's control, but Mona was allowed brief freedom. Jack gripped her arm tightly and try as she might, she could not climb out of the hole then. Dante shivered slightly as his thoughts progressed. Mona stopped struggling and looked up at Dante in horror. Jack forced the barrel of the pistol into Mona's slit, she squirmed around violently like a chicken missing its head. With a quivering body and hazel eyes full of tears she peered at Dante for any sign of compassion. Just any slight bit of emotion for hope that he would not kill her.
Dante opened his eyes, looked down at Mona...and simply shook his head from left to right.
"Don't look to me for compassion...I've been to hell and back." Dante cracked one last toothy smile. A drop of blood rolled down his chin as he bit his lip in anticipation.
Six bullets were fired off into Mona. Six gunshots echoed only inside of the basement. Mona's body was a natural silencer. Virgil cringed with each burst, he still felt sorry for Jack and Mona.
Jack slid the gun out of Mona's slit, it was stained with a mix of blood and Dante's semen. Jack then leaned against Mona's dead body, the back of his head rested on her chest.
He put the barrel of the gun into his mouth and the last bullet exited his skull.
Dante pulled the shovel from the freshly dug hole then begun to seal Jack and Mona's grave forever.
Dante gave the covered grave one final glance before he turned off the basement lights and locked the door. Dante and Virgil exited through the bedroom window they came in, but not before brushing the dirt off the bedsheets.
Dante's car exploded onto the highway like the recently fired bullets did into Mona.
As the days passed Jack and Mona's neighbors called the police, lucky for Dante he kept the shovel used to bury them in his trunk. It rested next to all the other souvenirs from times like this when Dante wanted to do something 'interesting'. The police never caught Dante or Virgil, given Dante's 'abilities', how could they have? This entire event from start to finish was predetermined by Dante.
"Hell of a morning huh?" Dante gleamed with pride in himself. Virgil sat in the passenger seat, motionless...no answer. He then found the nerve to fire up a cigarette, calmly replying to Dante.
"Yeah...what's the plan for tomorrow?"