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Chapter 4

Sara sat bolt upright in her bed, her body covered in a cold sweat. She looked around, she was in her apartment, the photo of her boyfriend lay crumpled on the floor. She looked down at herself, but she wasn't hurt, her fur as in tack, no burns or scolds. She was still extremely shaken from the dream, and there was a growing pain in her breast.

An intense burning pain shot into her left breast; she clutched it and gritted her teeth against the pain. A bright red glow shown from around her paw and just as she thought it would become more than she could stand, the pain suddenly vanished. Slowly she brought her paw away, and gasped in shock. A block ring circled her left nipple, a tail moving slightly off towards her belly. As she looked at it, she noticed that it looked oddly like a cockeyed six. It was just like the other mark on her right breast. She realized that she wasn't burned, but that the fur there had changed colors to black. As she pondered how and why this was happening a thought struck her, 'that's right, mark, that bastared!' once again, the mystery of the marks slipped, with help, from her mind.

She considered the best way to get back at him, she thought to make him jealous, but decided it wouldn't work, maybe she should just do away with him, but it was too risky to trust the task to just anyone, no, if she was to have it done she would have to do it herself, but how?

She went over to her window, looking out at the city. Off in the distance she spotted the skeleton of what was to be a new skyscraper that her and mark had walked past many times on their way back and forth to work. The fond memory warmed her for a moment, quelled her anger at him. maybe she should just talk to him, maybe she could- thoughts of him, in bed with that slut, their cries of passion as they made love flashed in her mind, vivid and clear, though she had never actually seen them. She growled low and menacing, looking again at the building still being constructed off in the distance; construction accidents happened all the time, ill placed equipment was known to fall on some unlucky passerby.

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Strong winds whipped at her skirt, pressing it to her body as she stood at the edge of the building. She watched the street below her, the heavy saw clutch in her arms. She could see him; mark was just rounding the corner on his way home. He was just about in position, just a few more seconds and...

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing!" a voice yelled from behind her. Three men were coming towards her, looking none too happy "put that down, what the hell are you're doing up here, with our tools?" Sara looked down, mark was gone. She looked back at the men; one was an overweight cat with yellow fur, his belly sagging over his belt from under his coffee stained white shirt. Another, the fox, was tall and lanky, and looked none the happier to find her up here. The last was a thickly built bulldog, his arms crossed over his barrel chest as he scowled at her.

"We're gonna ask chu's one more time," the cat said with a thick Brooklyn accent "what the hell chu's doin up here?" instead of answering his question, Sara dropped the saw and bolted for the service elevator. The three men instantly took chase; despite his large build it was the tabby who caught her. His pudgy hand seized her arm and spun her around, pulling her closer. Sara lashed out with her claws, striking at his chest. In her flailing, he manages to grab hold of her wrist, forcing her chest first against a wall. Using his weight to pin her freed up a hand, which he used to retrieve a small power nailer on his tool belt.

"Let go!" Sara yelled as she squirmed and thrashed to no avail. He pinned her hand against the wall and pressed the tip of the nailer against the back if her paw. "Please, no- ahhhh!" there was a loud pop as the shaft of steel pierced her hand, pinning it to the wall. She fought with all her might as he grabbed her other hand. She didn't even have time to beg him not to before the blinding pain exploded up her arm. Blood ran in rivets down the bare wood, and it was all she could do to keep her paws as still as possible. The cat moved away, rejoining his companions a short distance away.

Sara tried not to move her paws to avoid the shooting pain. The men were gathering around her discussing what to do with her. She couldn't quite hear what they were saying, but when the tubby cat pulled out a drywall knife and moved towards her, she felt a chill run up her spine. He stood behind her, and despite her fear, she didn't try to look back. She felt a tug on her shirt, and then a ripping sound as the knife sliced through her clothing. The blade moved down her back, cutting away her top and skirt as they flopped away in the high winds. She shivered as the cold wind blew over her exposed body.

Sara nearly yelped as she felt a hand run up her inner thigh and cup her mound through her panties. she felt the press of the fat tabby's gut in the small of her back as he leaned over her, cupping her breast in a filthy paw "oh, we're gonna have some fun, you and I." her body began to shake in fear as his shaft rubbed against the fabric over her sex, poking at her tauntingly.

Using his feet to spread her legs further apart, he hooked a fat finger through the cloth over her pussy and moved it aside as he pushed forward, just getting his head in before stopping "you's seem pretty used to dis' position, legs spread nice an wide, braced against the wall like dat'. Bet chu's one of dem bitches who likes have guys lined up round the block to fuck ya, huh?" he chuckled as she shook her head franticly before thrusting forward. She cried out as his fat dick sank into her folds "fuckn' skank, bet you's lovin dis' huh." He laughed as he humped into her. Her body arched as his rough motion caused her hands to tug at the nails, blood flowing in thin streams down the wall.

She felt dirty all over as he violated her, his greasy hands fondled her breasts thru her bra. She could do little more than sob, standing there helpless, exposed, and completely vulnerable. She felt him tense behind her, and the sickening feel of his oily cum spilling into her body told her he was through. As he pulled out, his seed seeping from her sex like sludge, she no sooner had time to hope it was over before she felt another male force into her. It was the fox this time, and thou his cock wasn't as fat as his predecessor it was much longer and pounded relentlessly at her cervix. She cried out as his paws roughly griped her ears, wrenching her head back as he pounded harder into her pussy.

Despite the brutal nature of it, her body began to respond nonetheless, her fluids soon drenched his cock, dripping off his furry sack. Tears stained her cheek even as her breath was reduced to sharp pants, and soon he too reached his limit. Releasing her ears, he griped her hips and pulled her hard into him several times before dumping his seed into her. To her dismay, her own body betrayed her, shuddering as her love tunnel griped his cock fiercely, milking him of his seed with her own orgasm. He leaned on her for a few minutes, catching his breath before pulling out, there was a pop as he pulled free, followed by a gush of the combined juices.

She slumped to her knees, exhausted and weak; she was given no break however as the bulldog seized her hump and pulled her up, not so much thrusting as stabbing into her sex. His motions were fast and brutal; his hands gripping her waist so her feet didn't even reach the ground. She cried out from the pain in her hands, and fought not to moan from the pleasure his thick, strong cock forced upon her. The cum in her that had begun to leak out was forced back up into her with powerful thrusts, the motion causing the seed in her body to churn and slosh around inside her, making her nearly retch. She could hear him moaning behind her, his knot forming fully as it popped painfully in and out of her sex with wet slurps. Her pussy quivered and spasmed, ready and willing to accept her rapist's seed and soon his knot was fully imbedded in her sex, his cock driving deep into her body, penetrating her womb. With a gratified bark, he came hard into her core, so hard she could feel it spraying against the back of her womb. She was unsuccessful in stopping her moan as she came with him, her body traderesly suckling the cum from his shaft like a babe at the breast.

Just as the bulldog was unceremoniously dumping her back onto the ground she began to hear many more voices, and then one called above the rest. "what in the hell is going on here?" the owner of the voice was a very large and well muscled bull, and apparently someone important. She dared to hope that perhaps he was someone who would put an end to all this.

"boss," the fox was emplaning "we caught this bitch red handed trying to swipe our tools, bet she's the one who's been robbing us blind this whole time. Frank, Rick and me were teaching her a lesson is all."

The bull seemed very upset at their actions and she was hopeful this might be over, but it was short lived. Just as the man was about to berate the workers something happened to him. He staggered, placing a hand on his head as if dizzy. She wasn't sure, but she could have sworn she saw a red glow fading from his eyes as he looked up again. This time he looked at her and sneered "you know boys; I think a lesson is a damn fine idea, shame is she don't look able to even stand at this point."

The fat tabby, Frank apparently, was the first to respond, "Not to worry boss, I gots me an idea." Walking behind the wall she was stuck to, the sound of a power saw revved to life. Sara almost screamed the circular blade protruded from the wall a foot from her. The blade proceeded to cut a door shape hole around her, and when the saw finally stopped she heard a soft cracking sound, suddenly the section she was trapped on began to fall inward, landing flat on the floor on the other side of the wall. She cried out as her paws were ripped on the nails but still held her in place. She was now forced to kneel on all fours, and from the snickers and growls that sounded from behind her, she didn't doubt that her privates were still well exposed to her assaulters.

She yelped as rough hands began kneading her rump, the dull claws digging painfully into her flesh. An all too familiar force probed at her lower lips, probing for the opening of her sex. His unwanted attention was bringing with it an even greater unwanted tingle and heat from her loins. This new comer wasn't as hasty as his predecessors were; he took his time with finding her opening, pushing forward very slowly. She couldn't suppress a gasp as the fleshy head popped into her tight sex. Inch by inch he fed his cock into her body, the slow motion agitating her arousal all the more. By the time his pelvis pressed firmly against her ass cheeks she was a panting wreck, her pussy twitching around the ample shaft with a want all its own. As he began to pull out again she could feel her walls griping him tight to try to keep him in, resulting at a loud sucking sound that caused the others around her to laugh and snicker.

Stopping with only his fat head nestled in her depths, he paused for what seemed like an eternity; all the while, she fought between begging him to stop and begging him not to. Maybe it was the shacking of her body, or the way her sex clenched around him again and again, whatever it was it betrayed her body's want. Leaning over her he chuckled and said "not to worry, my thieving little slut, we're going to take real good care of you!" he slammed forward with such speed and force that she couldn't control her body in time; her back arched and she pushed back into him as the shock caused her to cum hard over his tool, an orgasm devoid of pleasure, filling her only with disgust and self loathing. Her body shook violently and she knew he was aware of what he had forced upon her. He pounded into her over and over with increasing force, leaving her pelvis and ass sore and aching. With a final, brutal smack of hip and ass, he forced himself into her womb, shooting his vile spunk into her core in thick, goopy bursts.

He had no sooner extracted his jizz coated shaft before the next one took its place, this one taking none of the time his predecessor did as he began pounding away at her pussy, concerned only with taking his pleasure from her body. Screaming and crying, her eyes squeezed shut as conflicting pain and pleasure were forced upon her, she never even saw the man walk in front of her, her open and wailing maw a ready invitation for him. Sara's eyes shot open in shock as the cum caked dick landed on her tongue. It wasn't until then she realized just how much they must have been injecting into her, his shaft was practically glazed in spunk, which he immediately took to cleaning off on her tongue. He began fucking her maw relentlessly, his head poking in and out of her throat. After a while he finally withdrew, but held her mouth open with one paw as the other stroked his shaft fiercely. She was so dazed she didn't even recognize what it was he was doing until the hot, sticky ropes of cum began to spray into her mouth and face. She hacked and choked as it jetted against the back of her throat, collecting on her tongue.

Once the torrent of seed stopped she felt his paws close and hold her maw shut "now swallow it bitch!" the man snarled. Sara jerked her head this way and that but could not shack loose; his paw was covering her nose and she couldn't breathe. Sobbing in defeat she fought to work the cum down her throat. It felt like she had a giant wad of taffy in her mouth and by the time she finally was able to swallow it her eyes were watering and her lips were turning blue.

She was concentrating so hard on the effort that she was only dimly aware that the other man was finishing up, the rumbling liquid feeling as he added his cream to the preexisting pool reminding her all too much as someone using a toilet. Then her jaws were released, and she threw her mouth open and sucked in a burning breath of air, only to find a new, cum slathered dick sucked into her throat. She gagged and coughed as the combined soup of fluids flowed off his cock and onto her tongue, gumming up her mouth as it dribbled over the sides of her jaw; hanging is long, swinging ropes from her chin. Ruthless paws griped her ears and jerked her head down onto him as he fucked her face, his replacement getting right to work on her sex even as cum leaked from around his shaft to coat her legs or drool straight from her pussy to the ground.

If she had had the strength to groan she would have, the new comers cock was thick and large and stretched her tight walls thin; it also had a slight curve to it and his massive head slid along the roof of her love tunnel, grating against the nerve bundle hidden there. Her maw was too full to moan, and her body too weak from the repeated climaxes to writhe. She came again before he was even half way done, and was left so weak as to not even be able to hold herself up on her hands and knees and would have collapsed right then and there had she hot been secured on the two males.

When finally she was momentarily unsupported, her body slumped to the side like a downed horse. Despite the attempts to get her back up she remained limp, exhaustion and abuse leaving her completely immobile. As she lay on her side, feeling all but dead, she was able to hear the cat, frank, claiming he had another idea. Soon enough she was being lifted by her scruff, a wooden stool propped under her stomach. It wasn't so tall at to pull at her nailed paws, but she was bent and left to sag as a painful angle and unable to lift herself.

The procession started again, male after male taking their turn, adding their own seed to the massive and overfilled pool in her womb and stomach. She wasn't sure how long it lasted, every now and then a particularly gifted male would cause her to have an orgasm, but she only felt it by the slight drain on her already depleted strength. Maybe she passed out, or maybe she just became unable to tell how much time passed, but eventually she became aware that they had stopped. With what little strength she had, she managed to turn her head enough to look behind her. The bull stood just behind her, wringing his hands and grinning broadly, an erection larger than anything she had ever seen before in her life stood ready to take her, no less than two feet long and as thick as her bicep, the head bigger then both her fists combined.

"Please, not that, I beg you, have mercy." She cried, her words gummed up by the thick layer of cum in her mouth. Her head fell limp, then her hips where being lifted up. Her feet kicked for purchase, but her body froze at the first touch of his tool. It might not have been as bad had he gone for her ravaged pussy, but he instead aimed for her untouched tail hole. Her body shook with fear, there was no way she could take that through there; her stomach twisted in anticipation of it.

His head began to push against her, forcing against her clenched pucker. He pushed harder and harder, and gradually it began to force open. He grunted and groaned with the effort, mixing with her increasing cries and screams as her tail hole was spread wider and wider. Pain gave her the strength to thrash under him, wailing in pain as her asshole gaped around him. With a moan, he finally popped his head in with a wet squish. Sara panted as the largest part of him pushed in.

The air filled with screams of agony as inch by slow inch of his cock punched deeper into her guts, stretching her passage nearly to the ripping point. His huge prick left no room for anything else, and each inch he gained forced everything back up her intestine, the sickening feeling raised the bile in her mouth.

Suddenly he stopped, still only half inside her, with still a free 12 inches to go. She gulped down breath after breath into her burning lungs, but when he spoke her breath caught in terror "get ready, here I come!" it was fast, so fast it seemed to happen all at once. With headless force, he forced himself fully inside her. Giving her inside no time to adjust, they shredded before him, ripping like tissue paper as his giant head plowed her intestines into her stomach. The effect was the same as if he had punched her, his head drove into the bottom of her stomach so hard she wasn't sure if he went through it or not. As she opened her mouth to cry out the content of her stomach beat the scream out. She vomited uncontrollable, cum and blood spewing from her mouth with almost no pause, propelled by several more brutal thrusts from her assailant.

Eventually there was nothing more for her to expel, yet every time the large male fucked into her ass, she was forced to dry heave. Her lunges burned for air, but she felt to barley have strength enough to draw a breath. Her head dangled on her neck as she floated on the edges of consciousness, leaving a small amount of seamen to drip off her protruding tongue.

It didn't seem possible, but she felt the pounding dick deep inside her guts swell, followed by a satisfied moan before it hit her. Like a fire hose, hot seed exploded into her mashed guts. Searing fire burned through her as the burning liquid flooded into her torn passage. Then, like a bullet leaving the chamber, the massive shaft ripped from her innards, the quick action pulling part of her innards with it. As his head popped free, his seed gushed out as if in chase. More of the hot spunk splattered over her back and neck as he unloaded the remainder of himself over her.

As she was dumped back down upon the stool, her head once again hung limp on her shoulders. She could see all the seed that he had pumped onto her draining out as the gaping hole he had left her with. Something was hanging there, between her legs, something ropy looking, but it was too soaked in jizz to recognize.

"Quite a mess." Without realizing it he had gotten in front on her, his still hard dick inches from her face "time to clean this gunk off, so open you little mouth and get to it bitch." His strong hand pulled her head back by her hair, his other hand gripping her jaw as he pressed his fat head to her lips. He was forced to pull her jaws open nearly to the breaking point before he was able to get it in. with a steady pace he slid inch after inch into the back of her throat. She tried to gag, or to chock, but her muscles here stretched to this to do it. All the fluids on his cock were scraped off on her tongue, his salty cum, her acidic intestinal fluids and blood, and far worse things.

He was panting by the time her nose pressed to his groin, she could feel cum leaking into her stomach, feel the lump his cock made there as it rested as far as possible inside her. Pulling out a few inches, he slammed her face against him again and again, moaning louder each time. Blood was flowing down over his balls from her broken snout before he gave one final thrust, mashing her face against him as he dump the remainder of his sack into her stomach. As he pulled back, she could see his length was coated in blood. With one last squirt of cream right onto her nose, he sighed and took his leave, clapping the fat tabby on the shoulder.

"Now what?" the fox from before asked, "she's about dead at this point, and after the boss I doubt any good anymore."

Looking around, Frank seemed to spot something. Grinning, he disappeared from her sight. She felt a rumble as something heavy as brought closer "since we got her, I was we use her." the tabby was saying.

"But why the cement mixer?" the fox asked, strange noises sounded from behind her, and the mixer turned on "oh, I get it, good one!"

Sara felt a hand rest on the small of her back, followed by something thick and round being inserted into her tailhole. "Please god, no." she croaked as she felt the first bit of cold, gritty muck spill into her. More and more soon fallowed as it began to pump into her anis in large globs. The thick mess was forced up through her guts, forcing back the refuse in its way. Her whole body shook, but she was unable to scream, though the pain and terror was evident in her eyes as the men watched her.

The wooden stool creaked under her as her belly began to swell, and cum was gushing from her sex as her womb was crushed under the weight, expelling their seed from her as the cement flooded her body. Her feet kicked out wildly as she felt the goop seeping into all her crevasses. With a crack, the stool finally gave way under the growing weight. Blood welled in her mouth, spilling onto the ground before her as organ and muscle was slowly smothered and crushed one after another.

The men's gaze had slowly turned from that of amusement to one of stunned horror as they watched her writhe in the troughs of death. Convulsions overcame her body when she felt it entering her stomach and begin to fill it. Slowly it began to rise in the throat, causing her to vomit up the seed in her belly, now heavily mixed with blood. She vomited again, this time taking a great deal more effort as the first bit of cement spilled over her lips. She looked up at the men, there was no amusement in their eyes, not a trace of the menace and evil that had been there before. She tried to vomit again, but it would come. She tried again, her muscles burning from the effort to move the heavy substance. She felt so cold, so heavy; her lunges were so heavy she couldn't take a breath. Her eyelids began to grow heave as well, began to close, and just like that, she was weightless.

The men all watched as cement began flowing out of her mouth, her body now long stilled. "w-what do we do now frank," the fox asked, the color drained from his face "gods what did we just do frank?"

Frank clutched his large belly, trying to fight back the urge to vomit. "p-put her, put her in..." he gulped, then took a deep breath "put her in the foundation, no one will ever know, it never happened, we didn't do anything."