retribution
The basement floor shook and trembled voilently for a moment before giving way to a wooden coffin with a plexi glass lid. Within the lid was a solid block of concrete in which a pair of three fingered, equine hands could be seen, barely visible where the face should be. Cracks appeared in the concrete and the glass. These cracks expanded for a few seconds before giving way to the enraged equine inside.
It all began when her masters pierced a chastity cup on her and then raped her for a few days. When finally they'd grown tired of her they gagged her and put her in a coffin with a lid of bullet proof glass. She panicked, as would anyone. She panicked even more when they started filling it with concrete. The thing took a day or so to stiffen and she was to her great astonishment alive the whole time. Even after it had stiffened she was alive.
She went insane the first week. The second week she astonished herself by finding a way to dream walk by detaching her immortal soul from her trapped body. She spent about another week or so to find a mage powerful enough to set her free. When finally she'd found him and told him of her predicament he emideately agreed to help her.
There he stood now, wearing only a jockstrap (like most furry males) and a weapon-harness with a small arsenal of guns and looked upon her. The canine looked like someone out of the matrix. She looked rather sexy to him, wearing only a black ball gag and that perforated, spoon-like thing pierced directly onto her vagina. But now was the time for action, not pleasure. She stroked a lock of black, curly mane out of her savage eyes, giving him a feral look.
"You ready?." She looked at him temporarily unable to remember his face.
"I'm the mage you contacted."
She ran up to him without a word and snatched an uzi out of the harness it was attached to.
"Hey!" said Hans.
She then ran up the stairs to the ground floor. Hans drew a desert eagle and followed her. When he reached the top of the stairs he heard gun fire. He hoped she was not in trouble.
She was shooting at some rather brutal looking canines and felines who ran for cover only to be blown to bits in their attempt to escape her wrath. He knew those faces. Those were the faces her spirit had screamed into his mind along with loud, insane ramblings of revenge and justice. They were the ones who'd raped her over and over again.
A feeling of deep rage filled his soul. All the things she'd shown him felt like they were his own memories. He felt her rage and desire for justice as if they were his own. He hurled himself at the remaining enemies, madly blasting away because she was fresh out of ammo. Her memories still screamed in his mind as he ended the lives of those who had buried her alive. Then someone slammed into him. He spun around and pointed the gun at who ever it was but stopped himself when he saw it was her. She snatched yet another uzi, discarded the empty one and ran on to the next flight of stairs. Hans picked up the discarded item, reloaded it and then he followed her post haste.
Once upstairs he heard yet more gun fire. He ran to the source of the noise and entered one of the rooms just in time to see her be blown away. The mage bellowed with rage and opened fire at the son of a bitch who'd killed her. Although he sprayed him with bullets the enemy still managed to remain unharmed somehow. And then he was out of ammo.
"Shit." he said before the enemy shot him too. But he was a level five mage specialising in kinetics. Everything slowed down as he willed his body to move with inhuman speed. Many of the bullets barely missed him and a few passed so close that he could feel them fly by. He threw himself sideways and took cover behind a stone desk. The world resumed its normal pace as he dropped his empty gun and reached for a new one. He suddenly felt the hot muzzle of an ingram against the top of his head and he held still, fearing that the end was near. There was a loud bang and he yelped with fear. Then he realised he's not dead. He opened his eyes and to his great astonishment he saw her standing there with a gun in hand, unharmed and still gagged and her eyes beaming with joy. She tossed the gun to him and stroked a lock of curly mane out of her eyes.
"How did you...?" he asked in bafflement. She turned her head so he could see her left temple and he saw that the bullet merely grazed her skull. Still bled like hell though, but she didn't seem to notice. The mage disrupted the chastity cup by will alone, turning it to liquid which dripped to the floor. She looked down at her now accesible genitals and her eyes smiled even more. Without a sound she lifted him off the floor, put him on a nearby desk and started to undress him.
"Not here." he said. She gave him a quizzical look. Then she moved to the windows and closed the blinders. Then she locked the door. When she went back to him and saw him naked she gigglesd in a childish, feral way through the stiff, black rubber ball in her mouth before straddling him.
"Now we can do it here." he said with audible excitement in his voice. She eased him onto his back on the desk and the two made love, thus bringing her revenge to a climax.