From Hell

Story by mryia jackalope on SoFurry

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From Hell

From the german original "Aus der Hölle" by Mryia Jackalope

Translated by Mryia Jackalope in june 2003. Corrections are welcome.

Edited by tannim in december 2004.

The warm sun shined down from the tropical sky. It was morning, not too hot and perfect for a little walk on the beach. I yawned and stretched my limbs before leaving my little hut. It was in the jungle near the beach. There was a small pond next to the hut. It was filled with crystal clear water and fed by a tiny waterfall. There is no better way to live. The way to the beach was not far, only a few meters away through the jungle. I followed the small path next the stream to the beach though sometimes I walked in the fresh water. The stream ends in a beautiful bay with clear azure-blue water and clean white sand. I could see some other small islands at the horizon, like green-white spots on the deep blue sea. My own island wasn't big, but I was happy there.

At a shady place I looked at the surface of the water and studied my mirrored image. I saw a smart slender male fox only 16 years old. I stroked through my soft, well-groomed, fur. It felt so nice.

"Marek!" - somebody called my name.

I turned arround and saw my friend leaning against a palm tree in the distance. Happily I ran to him through the warm sands and gave him a tight hug. I closed my eyes and felt his soft luxurious fur and his body's warmth. We kissed deeply as we came closer, two hearts belonging together. Paw in paw I walked with him down the sandy beach. The quiet splashing of the waves and the whistle of the wind in the seaside jungle were the only noises we could hear.

"How much?" A sudden a rough voice broke the intimate moment.

"Hello, how much?" the voice asked again, louder this time. The idyllic picture blurred into a diffuse grey and I realized that this was only another dream.

* * * * *

"For the last time, guy, how much?"

I opened my eyes. In front of me stood a corpulent wolf. The stench of alcohol on his breath made me shudder.

"Paw 15, blow 30, fucking 50", I lovelessly drone my standard speech. The nameless wolf nodded and pulled a few bucks out of his pocket. I counted them, 30, right. "Where?" I asked.

"In my car, right there", said the wolf. He pointed to the parking lot and he walked over. I followed. "What's your name, guy?" he asked. As if my name was ever important to anyone..."Marek", I answered without asking for his name. The only thing of interest to me was to be finished with him as fast as possible.

The wolf unlocked his car and let me enter the passenger side. It wasn't a luxury car, more an old middle market one. He started the motor and drove a few blocks away, he stopped at an old abandoned factory yard. The area was abandoned, nobody was there. The motor idled and the wolf just grinned at me.

"Okay, you can begin", the wolf said as he opened his trousers. He was already arroused, I could see the pink tip of his cock already rising from his sheath. Slowly I lowered my muzzle to the wolf's crotch and let my tongue slide out. My fine fox nose wrinkled as it got a whiff of his awful body odor, but I need the money. Like always I fought my loathing and licked the stranger's pointed tip. I heard his moaning and felt his cock swell longer and fatter in my muzzle.

Suddenly I felt his strong paws at the back of my head. He clutched my ears firmly and pressed my muzzle deep into his foul smelling crotch. It took a lot of effort to resist throwing up as his cock pressed hard against my throat. I had trouble breathing, but I had to get through it. His moaning told me he was almost there.

With a feeling of disgust I swallowed his load, every drop of it. He didn't give me a choice either. When he finished he removed his paws from my aching ears and smiled in satisfaction. Indifferently I sat next to him on the passenger seat and waited while he buttoned his trousers. At least it was over quickly this time.

"What are you waiting for? Get out of my car!" That was how he told me I had to walk back to the central station from here. Fucking bastard. I left his car and shut the door loudly. I saw how he stepped on the gas and let me breath his exhaust fumes. As if that wasn't enough it began to rain on my way back. The dusty ground quickly turned muddy and my trousers were soaked with muddy water. Fuck it.

On the way I looked into a puddle. I stared into my expressionless eyes, the eyes of a 16 year old fox who had already lost his future. I saw myself, my dirty ruffled fur, my greasy shirt, the ragged trousers. Emaciated, feeble. I shrugged my shoulders.

Finally I got back to the station. The shabby place behind a tall railway station. I stood there under the rusty canopy of an empty shop, abandoned years ago. I smelled the stink of piss and beer as the wind blew. At least I was safe for the rain there.

From time to time people passed by, wearing long coats and searching for a cheap fuck. Somebody was talking to Yang, a 14 year old siamese cat. He had been here for two weeks now, he didn't know the whole misery yet. With lowered head he followed the client to the parking lot.

My fur dried slowly and I felt those damned cramps coming back. It was about time...

"Hey, what do you cost?" The voice of a client interrupts my lethargy.

"Paw 15, muzzle 30, fucking 50." I told the client my price list without turning. I didn't want it, but I half hoped for someone who wanted to fuck me. I desperately needed those 50 bucks.

"You've got a cute ass, boy."

I turned around to look at the client. It was none of the usual guys, who hid themselves in long coats. This guy wore a fine business suit. I studied him quietly. It was a deer buck, a bit older than usual clients, but he looked like he had a lot of money. I nodded. If I was nice, maybe there would be some more money.

"Thanks, Mister", I said, "Fifty, and you could have it for your pleasure." He smiled and nodded.

"To the lot?" I asked.

"No, my office is over there." He pointed to an old mid-class office building at the end of the street. "What's your name, young one?" he asked. "Marek", I told him as I followed close behind. We take the lift to the sixth floor and walk down a long corridor. He opened an office door and let me enter first. I was not alone inside. Three other guys were already there in that small room. A wolf, a cougar, and a black panther watched me. The buck locked the door behind him as he entered. I was very worried now.

"What the fuck am I doing here?" I said outraged.

The four guys were laughing as I spoke. The buck, still standing behind me, grabbed my paws suddenly and bent them behind my back painfully. The sound of handcuffs clicked shut around my wrists and I screamed for help. Nobody would hear me. I tried to kick, but they overpowered me easily. They held my arms tight and pressed my chest to a desk.

The wolf ripped the clothing from my body and his pals unbuttoned their shirts. A cold sweat ran down my neck and I had a very bad feeling about this. I clenched my tail as tightly as possible between my legs, but it didn't help. The cougar and the panther holding my legs pulled them apart and pull my tail out of the way. I cried and screamed, but nobody came to rescue me. They made me shut up. The buck helds my muzzle open while the wolf stuffed a towel into my mouth. I whined and whimpered pityfully.

I saw the wolf with open shirt and trousers behind me from the corner of my eye. He came closer and I could feel the heat of his damned cock tip at my tailhole. "Happy Birthday, Surash!" I heard the buck saying happily. All of them laughed again. A sudden sharp pain ripped through me. Without any lube the wolf had rammed his cock into my tailhole. He ruthlessly gripped my hips with his claws and fucked me like a steam hammer. Tears ran over my agonized face from the violent dry anal rape.

The time seemed to be frozen to me as the big wolf relentlessly rammed his almost dry cock into my rectum. I thought he would never be finished while I was ridden through a never ending agony. Finally he moaned out his climax and buried his claws deeper into my hips. I felt his unwanted sperm fill my guts and his giant tool softening inside of me. He pulled it out with a last lustful grunt. The wolf sat down on a revolving chair and sighed happily.

It was not over, however. The two big cats were still keeping my legs spread apart. The position had become painful without the distraction of worse pain. I could feel cramps form in my legs but there was no release yet. My tailhole burnt like hell and every breath of wind at my sore sphincter meant pain to me. I was at the border to unconsciousness when the buck stepped up behind me.

I tried to scream my pain into the towel that silenced my muzzle, I cried and cried and cried. I was crying the soul out of my maltreated body, but nobody listened. Pain, pain, unbearable pain grew from the buck as he pushed his unlubed dick deep under my tail. His was not thicker than the wolf's, but longer, much longer. Too long for me, I thought I would be killed by that buck's spear stabbing into me each time. At last the world turned black around me.

* * * * *

Was it a dream? No, a nightmare? I found myself lying on the ground in the middle of a dirty and muddy yard. It was still bright, but I could see the dusk coming through the rain clouds. I hurt all over, my tailhole burned terribly. Through my wet, ripped clothes I felt under my tail with a paw. I hissed through my teeth, I was bleeding. Those damned fucking bastards. I picked myself up and checked my wrists. I saw the bloody scratches and the missing fur where the handcuffs had been. Also my shoulders were aching. I needed a gun.

I tried in vain to figure out where I was and staggered to the street. What the fuck was I doing here? They must have brought me to this place. Cramps made me shudder, causing pain in every cell of my body. I needed it, fast. I dug around in my pocket. Eight notes, those fucking bastards had really stuffed 100 bucks in my jeans. It was more than enough.

Staggering between parked cars, house walls, and fences I tried to reach my place. The cramps grew even worse and I was sobbing in pain. Where were those fucking rasta lions when I needed them? There, finally I found one. "For 100!" I stuttered at him and flashed the money, getting the small ampoule with the light blue liquid in return.

"Good dream, man!" he answered with a grin, but I was already on the way to prepare my injection. With trembling hands I placed the needle at the inside of my elbow and pressed the drug into my veins. Satisfied I sank to the ground, leaning on the cold wall with my eyes closed.

* * * * *

The warm sun shined down from the tropical sky. It was morning, not too hot and perfect for a little walk on the beach. I yawned and stretched my limbs before leaving my little hut. It was in the jungle near the beach. There was a small pond next to the hut. It was filled with crystal clear water and fed by a tiny waterfall. There is no better way to live...

The End

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