Abduction - The Beginning
A bengal finds himself a toy chinchilla.
Leaning against the wall, as inconspicuous as his form would allow, he watched the crowds moving by, eyes flickering between the folk, latching onto a pretty face now and then, his thick tail whipping to the side now and then. He was growing impatient. Dressed in black jeans and a tight black shirt, his strong arms bares, the fur brushed down casually by his hands. His yellow eyes reflected the light of the street-lamp nearby. A growl rolls from his chest and he lets out a sigh and pushes roughly off of the wall, feeling something thump into his side and fall to the ground.
The smaller female squeaked as she impacted the tiger, falling back onto her rump with a grunt. She dressed in baggy pants and a loose hoodie, modest. He took his time examining her as he leaned down, offering a hand and a smile, trying to win her trust. This was a mark to reach for. Those big, plush round ears and big, fluffy tail were cute, and the look on her face just after impact, shock and for a just a moment, fear. That excited him. He felt himself stir with that flash in her eyes.
He chuckled good-naturedly and pulled her to her feet, smiling. "Sorry about that. I didn't see you coming."
She looked around, pulling her hand free, mumbling awkwardly and trying to weave around him. He frowned. Not even decent courtesy. A hand seized her shoulder, drawing her back, her fawn-coloured ears perking as she tried to squeak, the male spinning, grabbing her maw and holding it shut as he walked, pushing her in front of him, into the alley. She struggled, but her position and his size made it difficult to do more than thrash or squirm.
As soon as the darkness hid them, he turned her around roughly, forcing her against a wall and looking her in the eye. There is was. That fear, that quivering look in her eyes. She was terrified. That drove him on. With his hand still on her mouth, he growled.
"Quiet." He snapped, snarling wickedly, showing bright white, wet teeth, deadly. He grabbed her crotch firmly, pulling up on the front of her pants, wedging the cloth up into her groin, his face close to hers, his hot breath on her nose. She squirmed, face twisting in pain from the rough treatment of her nethers.
He chuckled and grinned, pulling her back to his chest, reaching around and grabbing her waist-band, lifting her by it, holding her maw and walking deeper into the alley, knowing exactly where he was going, letting his victim wiggle and squirm, trying to scream. He felt his fur growing wet, grinning widely, leaning forth to lick the tears from the corner of her eye, making her writhe.
A short distance along, he took a turn and carried her along, stopping at the rear entrance to a building. He set her down and pushed her to the wall, growling in her ear. "Now; we're going to go inside, and you're going to behave. Yes?" He waits for her to nod, then grins and pulls her close, leaning down to put his nose to hers, looking her in the eye, watching her quiver, hand slipping around her to her hip, pulling her close and turning her toward the door.
The girl shook at his side, but obeyed as they made their way through the laundry room and into the hallway. He pushed the button to hail the elevator and waited for it to arrive. His prey jumped when the bright ping of the bell announced it had reached the floor. As the doors slid open, he led her into it, finding his floor on the button panel and pressing it.
He felt the girl sag, and looked to see her quaking. He pulled her tighter to his side. She resisted, but a growl made her stop, his free hand coming up to cup her cheek, pulling her head to his shoulder and holding her tight through the ride. He was aware of her leaning against him, shaking. The wait seemed to be too much for her and she began to breathe deeply, trying to calm herself. She nearly leapt out of her skin as the bell pinged once again, letting out a squeak. She shuddered and walked at his side obediently as they made their way to his room. He pulled out his key and opened the door, leading her in.
He closed the door, locking it, and turned to look at his prey. His lips turned up in a grin as she stood there, shaking, and stepped forward. She backed away, but a hand lashed out, seizing the front of her hoodie, pulling her back and grabbing the hem of the pullover, pulling it up with both hands, growling as she tried to fight him, squealing, his hand coming down hard on her ass before he yanked her around by her arm, shoving her onto the couch face-first, following her and grabbing her hoodie once more, yanking it up, covering her head and forcing her arms upright.
He pulled it off and tossed it to the side, grabbing her as she tried to stand up, lifting her by her shoulders, her footpaws drumming his legs fruitlessly as he snarled, growling darkly. "This can go easy for both of us, or one of us can get hurt. And I think it's obvious who would get the short end of that stick."
She was thrown back onto the couch, cowed by his threats. "Are you smart enough to figure this next part out?" He taunts, watching her shudder. He watched her fiddle with the hem of her shirt, smirking, waiting impatiently. His eyes narrowed and she shook her head, her eyes closing tight as she pulled her shirt up, standing up and lifting it off, exposing her soft, silky fur, her modest chest hidden by a grey training bra. She reached down, pulling her belt loose and letting her pants drop, a few inches too big in the waist.
As she stood in her underwear, her ears folded down as best as they could be. She was shaking as he stepped closer, a hand circling her waist, pulling her close, her hands pressing to his chest as she tried to push him away, he let go, letting her fall back onto her rump on the floor, looking down at her. He chuckles, pulling his own belt loose and unbuttoning his jeans, the zipper pulled down, his hand cupping the jaw of his prey and drawing it toward his groin.
She yanked her head free and pulled back, trying to back away and get onto her feet. She squealed as her ear was grabbed and she was hauled to her feet, shoved forward, pushed to the bedroom, thrown face-first onto the mattress. "Enough of this..." He growls, grabbing her thighs and forcing them apart. His pink, barbed cock was beginning to emerge as he grabbed her tail at its base, twisting it, the smooth downy fur making it difficult to do, but she heard her gasp as the spine strained, and she stopped struggling, unable to close her legs now that he was between them, his right hand pulling the crotch of her panties aside, left hand still holding her tail.
She was shaking, still, but not crying. He was surprised. Most girls broke into tears at the mere thought of be used against their will. This girl was stronger, it seemed. He lined his cock up with her pink snatch, and pushed. Of course, going dry, he didn't get far, but the sound of her squealing was worth the discomfort it gave him. Pulling back, he pushed again, pushing another squeal out of his victim, the tip of his prick wet by the natural dampness of her tunnel. Another thrust, and he sank in a good two inches, the girl's hands balled up in his sheets, her legs bending, footpaws pressing against his ass, her back arching. He drew back, his barbs catching at her, dragging along her walls, plucking where they found particularly good purchase on her flesh.
He gave another thrust, harder, forcing himself in farther than before, another inch or so, pulling back slowly, dragging his barbs slowly from her body, making her shudder, her face buried in the mattress, ears laid back. His hips drove forward with force, shoving a gasp from her, cock driven into her to its hilt, all seven thick inches of his throbbing rod invading her depths. He pulled back, barbs flaring and dragging along her walls, her legs curling around him again, her luscious tail twitching in the air, batting him in the face, making him move his hand to hold it down.
He slammed himself forward, hips meeting hips, and began to fuck her roughly, careless of how she felt, her head rolling back, her lips parting in a gasp as he pounded at him again and again, thrusting quickly, yanking back just to ram himself back in, using long, quick strokes, nearly his entire shaft removed from her snatch each time.
She began to pant, head on the sheets, mouth open, drool pooling on the cloth under her, her eyes lidded, just barely cracked. Each thrust brought him closer to his climax, and he could feel it mounting already. He watched her face, looking for any tells of emotion, but her state-being fucked brutally against her will-rendered her face unreadable.
The thought ran through his head; that this load could ruin this girl's life. That she could end up with his child, and proof, a lead right to him as the perpetrator of this crime... He growled, baring his teeth, his hand tightening on her tail and thigh, and came. He blew his load at full-hilt, his thick seed shooting from the tip of his cock, hitting her cervix, filling her snatch, his furry nuts clenching, his barbs flaring furiously inside her.
Her eyes opened, and he met them. The look he found there was unexpected. Usually he found fear, or hatred. Here, however, he found excitement.
He was stunned, still balls-deep in her twat, his shaft twitching as it spent the last of his load. He growled and pulled out, make her close her eyes in a spasm from the feeling of those clinging barbs. He pulled her panties back into place, and reached over, pulling the drawer on his night-stand. Padded hand-cuffs locked her wrists behind her back, and a length of rope was tied around one ankle, looped through the chain of the cuffs, and then tied to her other ankle, binding her.
Leaving her on the bed, he left the room, moving toward the kitchen, tossing his belt aside and doing up his pants, pulling a soda from the fridge and leaning against the counter, taking a drink and thinking about that girl, that look in her eyes. He shook his head and chuckled, walking to the bedroom door and leaning on the door frame. "What's your name?"