Deprevity
Some parts of this piece are fictional, others may not be, the author leaves those details and distortions to the readers judgment.
Opening
I am writing this not to change your opinion of me but to give you a chance to see what events happened before the events in this piece. I will tell you once that by no means am I innocent for doing this and that it was no more than an ends to a means for me and the events that followed were as they should be, or at least the way I viewed them. The information that I will be giving to you will be partially as it appeared on my papers leading up to the events that followed I hope you can understand them, or at least find some enjoyment out of them.
Year: 2002
Location: Carlsbad New Mexico. United States of America.
Subjects A: A lupine of sorts, hominid in form, male,leathery wings projecting from back ,semi-athletic build. Stands 6'5" weight estimated around roughly 210 lbs. Manages to somehow go unnoticed amongst the human populace. Reason: Self built image replicator, creates a temporary facade lasting roughly eight hours. Name Desert
Subject B: Human, female. Height roughly 5'6". Build: Semi-blocky but athletic and toned. Weight estimated around 160 lbs .Popular amongst a large group, overly ambitious, Drum major in band as well as a flautist. Last name Sullivan
Subject C: Human, Female. Height 6'4". Build similar to that of a dancer. Weight estimated at 170 lbs. Slightly subdued personality. Class president, well known over achiever. Friends group... minimal. Suspected Nymphomaniac... no hard evidence. Name Jenifer.
Situation: Coded Revenge upon subject B, C is icing on the cake.
Explanation: Sullivan and family had done everything in their area to get a restraining order as well as possible imprisonment and worse upon Desert. Cause of this disturbance was traced back to a twisted rope bracelet and three letters. The contents of those letters was found to be benign in the end but the mistake was already made of crossing onto a wolf's bad side.
Now with those details out of the way, we can begin on with my little tail.
Three years had gone into the planning of this operation and everything was set to go. The semi driver had been paid off, the barkeeps knew nothing about it and the incriminating evidence was ready to be placed. I had been waiting in the back of the bar that I knew Megan and Jenifer came to often on there occasional get-togethers and that both of them often got completely plastered, making my job even easier. I watched them walk into the bar, idly swashing a single shot glass of vodka, my attention swaying to them at every one of Megan Sullivan's random outbursts or Jennifer's blunt comments. By the time that they had finished there, both of them could barley walk and in all honesty I was wondering if going through this entire scheme would be worth it. With a little laugh I followed them out, watching them get into that klankity old blue ford of Megan's and heading up towards Artesia.
I thought that this couldn't get any easier, amazed that my luck had held out so long. I trailed the slow old pile until we were out in the dead center of the desert. Nobody comes that far down into New Mexico at night except the truckers... or the extremely drunk so I did what I'd intended to.
Reaching under the dashboard of my not so little Lincon I flipped a switch which I knew would release a canister of anesthetic into Sullivan's truck and would just have to wait until they stopped. The thing worked like a charm, in the next five miles the truck was at a dead stop and both of them were completely incapacitated. I knew that I had about twenty minuets before I'd have to put them under again and promptly emptied out the contents of my trunk.
Before me lay a set of large nu-skin sacks that, lab grown of course, each one of them filled with more grown samples of the girls blood, some created bone fragments and a few teeth. This was not all that I'd brought with me.
Opening another little compartment in the back of the trunk, I proceeded to pull out a staggering amount of highly flammable alcohol, popped the lids open on all of them and set them besides the truck. Taking a glance at my watch, I was wonderfully pleased with the progress I was making and was thinking to myself "Still have more than fifteen minuets before Earl arrives"
Now smirking at the unconscious passengers inside of the vehicle I opened the passenger door, removing Jenifer, her clothing and possessions and replacing it with the nu-skin sack after I'd gotten her into the security tinted back of the Lincon. I repeated the process with Megan moments later, making sure that the safety bindings I'd made in the seats would keep them both sitting upright and would hold the slow stream of anesthetic gas coming from the masks in a normal appearing possession.
I'll confess, I was tempted to just start using Megan right then and there, treat her like the toy she was about to become until she woke up bound and with some strange creature just banging the brains out of her. I knew better and had better control than that. After I'd soaked the inside of the truck with booze, saving one heavy bottle to hold down the gas on the truck, I gave a call to Earl. He answered almost instantly.
"Hey, you think that rig of yours can handle an old Ford?" I said, locking the steering wheel into place, engine revving against the emergency brake.
"If it wasn't made before I was, old beth can run it down without nearly a scratch... and after this gig I'll be able to retire." Said a old but noticeably pleased gruff voice on the other end.
"All yours then, you know the drill." And right after getting the ford going in a straight line down the highway at break neck speeds I saw the massive truck plaster into it, creating a wonderful explosion on top of the hill. The police would be here by morning and the booze would have charred almost anything except some pieces of bone, or at least that's what the modules predicted and I was inclined to believe them right now. I glanced back at my two new nude pieces of property and sped off back to the mountains where I had lived most of my life.
Two days later the news of their crash had made national news and I made sure to buy a copy of the obituaries and several dozen different prints of the title. "College Girls Killed in Horrific Accident" was the title on most of the papers with little quips in them reading "Bones found with coyote bite marks throughout, likelihood of recovery poor at best." I could hear myself reveling in triumph.... the entire world now thought that these two were now dead and yet I still had them unconscious in two specially made rooms in the house, being fed and taken care of by IV drip and a food tube.
I went downstairs to check on my little "dead" toys, making sure that the first things that Megan saw were the obituary reports, the headlines of the papers proclaiming their deaths, statements of the drunken stupor they were said to have been in. Jenifer I did something else with.
I'd heard rumors from the corners of peoples mouths about her, some of them coming from Sullivan herself. Things about her playing with herself desperately when nobody was watching, going up into her room for hours when she had friends over, locking the door behind her and the only thing that they could hear would be her soft moans and a nearly constant little buzz. I, being the person that I was at the time, decided to worsen her little nymphomania by giving her body nothing but a well nourishing soup of liquid aphrodisiacs.
There was already a little scene set up for her, when I decided to take her off the drip and the gas of some strange creature, unconscious but strangely fully erect on the floor of this room, and of course that would be yours truly playing the part. What should happen next, if the data was right, would be more than sufficient.
Sullivan was another case altogether, I wanted her to go through mind numbing pleasure and gut wrenching mental anguish. I wanted her to feel everything I felt when she and her now morning family did what they did to me those years ago. Her stage would be far different from Jenifer's, I'd be catering to Jenifer's needy nature where as I'd be honestly working on breaking Megan's mind. I wanted nothing more than to turn her into my eternally devout slave.
There is a silver lining that came out of this bit of disturbing planning and nearly perfect execution.... I'd honestly fallen in love with someone though it took me far longer to find them and ask that final question than I'd have ever wanted to. The cutest little Swedish girl I'd ever know, and another like me, wearing the mask of humans to hide the fur and tail beneath. Even now as I write this piece I think of her and I will say one thing before I go on, BrinaLi, with every moment that passes, I am in love with you and always will be.
Enough of that, I must continue on with my works. With both rooms prepared I begun my act with each, starting with the one who'd done so much to try to destroy me when I was still foolish. Megan was the first one to awaken.
I watched from a one way mirror for a while as her groggy eyes focused upon the walls, each of them covered with the news of her death and then her eyes going wide when she found herself ironically tied to a cross. I'd remembered one thing she had said to me that found this little irony fitting "I could never be with someone who isn't Christian" and yet it was that belief I chose to torment her nude form with now.
Smiling with a sickening delight I listened to her scream until she was breathless before making my appearance, letting my fur show on the outside, wings extended in a predatory fashion. From behind her all she could see on the cross was the visage of my wings and I delighted oddly in watching her begin to shiver uncontrollably. She started to speak and I was very well inclined to listen.
"You've come to take me to hell haven't you?" She asked, tears streaming down her cheeks, dribbling along her large bust before pooling on the floor. " I know I did wrong but it couldn't have been that bad could it? I was only twenty two...." she trailed off sobbing after that before I answered in a low and gruff voice.
"If hell is the punishment you wish upon yourself, who am I to tell you not to go." After that I snapped the chords that held her binds in place, watching her fall onto her hands and knees upon the solid white floor. She turned around to look at me, seeing the fur, leather, the odd mixture of lupine and human features standing before her right as I spoke to her again "You are going to neither, for they never existed."
She just stared at me in shock, her vision coming suddenly into focus upon the massive set of leather wings as she gasped. "W what are you then?" stuttering and forcing herself upright she staggered to brace herself against the cross. I answered of course, it would have been rude of me not to.
"Mortal" was my answer, "Mortal as you are, and now... every part of you belongs to me." I lowered my head to let the light reflect off of the insides of my eyes, making it look like their insides were glowing a fiery amber. She stared at me then let her eyes dart across the room, no doubt looking for a way to escape before she started stammering.
"S stay away from me!" I smiled as she nearly fell over trying to back away form me, the effects of the drugs on her muscles just beginning to were off. I, loving theatrics, snarled at her and snapped my muzzle loudly shut once before taking two incredibly quick strides, pinning both of her arms against the wall with my knee shoved between her thighs. "No..." she said, almost silently.
It was almost funny to me then when I realized it, every scent coming from her body was contradicting what she was saying. My leg could feel the stark dampness of her crotch rubbing against it, my paws the racing movement of her pulse... her breath almost stank to me of lust. Holding her against that wall I said one last thing to her "Your body, you, belong to me." with that my leg fell and I mounted her, suddenly her arms relaxed and she moaned... It was the oddest thing to me but I was not about to stop.
I released her arms and they quickly fell to hold onto my shoulder blades as I hoisted her up, shuddering lightly as I felt her weight force my throbbing knot inside of her body. Her hands clenched into my shoulders at this right as her legs hugged around my waist, letting out a very wet moan as she did. I snorted lightly to myself at this thinking "heh ... she'd been wanting to be taken like this for a long time..."
I took this as incentive to plunge deeper into her, releasing a paw off of her ass to squeeze into her breast, not so surprised at what happened next. She came, just plainly came all over my legs and crotch before she managed to retreat into unconsciousness. I wasn't exactly one to screw someone who couldn't at least do something back but I made an acception this time and continued to drive myself into her until I released, letting every part of me relax before I pulled out.
I let her sit on the floor like a rag doll for a few minuets before leaving to retrieve a slightly padded modified gurney. I set her upon it and quickly restrained her neck, wrists and ankles before breaking the leggings apart, leaving her nearly spread eagle before I left to attend to other matters.
Following several years of nearly aimless meandering after living in that deprived hole called Carlsbad I'd taken up a position as a jeweler, making expensive trinkets to support some of my endeavors, this one being floated on a twin pair of platinum rings. It's amazing what people will do for a set of twenty thousand dollar glittering bands. The pieces I made were always a part of my work, something of me went into everyone, from a wedding band box which I would eventually use to ask my wonderful raccoon, as well as a ring of my own design, to take my paw for life.
The majority of my work was commission pieces, basically doing my best to make rings that people could afford that would be unique in the very least as well as beautiful. My first two requests had been a set of replacement wedding bands, one cast in a dual-color gold for the husband, and one with a heart cut ruby pressure set for the wife. It was these that I learned patience of work and how utterly possessed I was with stones and metal.
If it weren't for my love of these things I would probably never have gotten into Sweden, had the finances to find Brina... and the courage to ask her to come back with me. In the months since I lost contact with her in the states I'd been frantically trying to get a hold of her, but after my first few sales I found that doors opened more smoothly and that people were more willing to talk to cast and forged metal than they were to dollars and cents. Thanks to these we eventually came together for what would turn out to be several lifetimes worth of joy. Business was driven by my heart, and by my want to be with those I loved.
The machinations of my business were expensive to begin with but quickly repaid themselves in full. It was astonishing how quickly people ate up unique pieces of work and how much they were willing to fight for originals. These pieces, every last one of them, was a treasure in itself and would never be made again by me, it was my job to always be unique and those that worked under me would add to my pool of ideas. That's probably more than you ever wanted to hear about my life with stones and metal so I suppose it's back to the dirtier part of this report.
I admit that my first taking of Sullivan had been what I'd wanted it to be, though she was unconscious when I blew my load inside of her and it left me wanting. She'd earned a temporary rest in her little holding cell and it was time for me to act upon Jenifer. Her stage had been carefully prepared, the room's inside built like a rickety old cabin, windows boarded shut, floor dust covered, roof looking gritty and unused for decades, table knocked over. It was a mess and I was about to place myself into it.
It was astounding how fast drugs like Viagra worked upon a lupine body, it went into the veins like water and left the body craving far more than it should and I was certain that Jenifer would be willing to ride what she thought to be an unconscious creature sitting in the center of the floor with what would look to her like massive head trauma.
I'd pulled the feeding tube and the mask, sneaking them into one of the many compartments I'd built into each of these rooms to appease my lustful nature at the time, making sure that every fetish I'd ever been fascinated with could be preformed on both of them in excess. After applying the cosmetic blood across my face in a gnarled looking slash across my fur I properly fell onto the floor, limbs randomly strewn out in rather painful positions while I kept my hip and slowly throbbing shaft held into the air while I waited for her to wake.
How she woke on that dusty floor startled me partially, it was the loud moan that caught me off guard followed by the sound of fingers sinking into overly moistened flesh as her eyes adjusted to the light. Sneaking a little thief's glimpse of her, I saw her stop fingering herself madly, eyes nearly glistening in sluttish anticipation of a toy she'd just found. Waiting patiently I let her take the bait, keeping my eyes closed and head tilted as her tongue drew across my knot and lightly throbbing shaft. I longed to just skip the setup there and then and just take her, but that would have destroyed everything.
I remained there, just barley breathing, keeping my eyes fluttering now and then as she fondled my crotch, rolling my furry white sack in her fingers before she decided that she needed something in her that badly. With less than gentile movements she laid my body out so she could easily ride her needs out upon me while I remained limp as a rag doll. In one fell swoop she set her hands upon my chest fur and impaled herself upon me, letting out what sounded like an ecstatic moan right before my knot bound me inside of her body. I let a little smile slip across the floor bound half of my muzzle as she moaned and squirmed her hips across my crotch from that.
For nearly half an hour all she did was hold herself there, eyes rolling into the back of her head every time she tried to pull off of my knot, forcing her back down again. I'd decided by now that the feeling of her insides would have awoken any usual male long ago. Weakly I placed my paw against her hip, letting my fingertips tremble against her silky olive skin. She froze instantly, going as far as to hold her breath in hopes of me not waking any further but I was about over with that part of the game.
My eyes slowly opened, a grayish fog clearly visitable along the usual amber color and I just stared at her for a moment before whispering weakly "Don't stop... please, don't stop" After I smiled diminutively up at her she took the liberty of forcing my knot back out of her body and then forcing it back in, her entire head flying back, sending her soft brown hair flailing into the stale air as another loud moan escaped.
As her bucking grew wilder I let myself slowly "recover" strength that I'd never lost in the first place, finding my paws both eventually pressed into her hips as her tight self sloshed into my groin. Over and over again she drove me home into her as I gradually returned the favor with light bucking. By the time she'd finally blown herself upon my crotch I was completely exhausted and by the looks of it she wasn't exactly going to be amongst the waking world for much longer either.
I did us both a favor when I pulled her face to mine, forcing a long lip lock with her as a wing draped over the both of us. My fur keeping me well warmed and I was her blanket for the time being. It was not long before both of us were in an exhaustion induced stupor and sleeping.
I was the one that woke first and made a bed for Jenifer out of what I'd fashioned the room with. If she was anything like Sullivan she'd still be asleep in a few hours, and if not she'd think that last night was nothing more than the most wonderful of dreams... but that'd change whenever I decided to return to her again. She'd proven her point, she was at least as capable as I was in setting my form off. In my book she would have to be treated as an equal.
I thought to myself as I left, "Would she accept.. .being one of us?" The answer that came to mind interestingly enough was an almost obnoxiously loud "In a heart beat." It was merely a mater of finding a way to make a human a fur.
This is where this portion of the document ends and another portion takes up, if this has kept your attention so far I'd suggest you wait for the next installment. These things come and go and for the time being I leave you to read and enjoy what I have placed before you.
And to Brina, if we should meet while I'm in Sweden, I may make an offer to you if you'd be willing to listen. You've hurt enough and I want to make it stop, nobody I love and care for should ever be torn like you were, between someone who says that they love you and then breaks your heart several times.... In the very least, I'd give you a safe heaven in which you could always rest your head and a warm place to stay. I love you though we've yet to meet. Desert Wolf out for the night.