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A shabby, cold night in the sleazy part of the town. Geno's nipples peeked under her ratty tee and wisps of vapor rushed in steady, short bursts from her nose. She liked the cold for the way it kept her awake and perked her nipples up and rendered her plump tits like beacons for the johns.

The ghetto was a dangerous place to be, but so was it a lucrative one safe from all but the most zealous police. In six hours of hooking, she saw only one patrol car, and the hooker it picked up notably sat in the front seat. I wouldn't fuck a pig, she thought with a coy smile to herself.

Geno was a sexy cat, dynamite in her ragged Daisy Dukes, the orphaned legs of which were tethered a few inches down with short suspenders to offer eye-catching thigh. A ratty tee kept her full tits barely legal and the badly-stained cotton was taut like canvas around her bust. An assortment of buckles, collars, and orphaned bands and arm-warmers lent her a chaotic dumpster-diver punk look.

The clothing coordinated with her splitter coat of feline fur, it being leopard print on the paws and feet, and then mid-thigh up to her ear tips. Sandy tan on the front of her body and the middle of her legs and arms broke up her spots and teased blonde hair dressed her head and framed a pretty, tough face. She had seduction and savvy in equal amounts in her pale green eyes. Piercings added to her punky look with three rings per ear, an identical but lonesome one through her right eyebrow and a stud in her navel.

All told, Geno was enjoying a good night. No troublesome johns, only quick money. A few married three-pump chumps fattened her pockets with a hundred dollars while a young hyena stud shorter than her five-foot-four gave her such a good back-alley fuck with his short, thick cock that she almost joked about paying him instead.

Out hooking, she saw many men with all their different attitudes and she was desensitized to ugly appearances; and when she saw a pig walk by with his meaty hands buried in his pockets, she thought nothing of him until they shared eye contact. Geno recognized interest in his beady eyes and a smile showed his yellowed teeth. Not the worst grill I've seen, Geno thought, keeping up her charming smile. She leaned against a burned-out facade and let the swine come to her.

"Hey, honey," she said to him in cool Italian tones when he came near.

The pig's smile widened and his walking slowed. His big hands came into view; she saw callouses and scars. Geno was a perceptive girl and she turned that perception on the pig's crotch. Men never minded her sizing them up, but she wasn't just looking at his package. She saw a big folding knife in his pocket.

His smile turned sour and he faced Geno straight on. He was a head taller than her. "What're you lookin' at?" he curtly snorted.

Ooh boy, Geno thought. Her breezy smile faltered but quickly regained composure. "Just wondering what you're packing, babe," she cooed, and to punctuate she brushed her fingertips over the modest bulge of the swine's penis. What she saw and sampled with her fingertips was just average and the odds said he was self-conscious about it. A hooker who points and laughs ends up dead in a dumpster, she thought.

Visibly the pig tensed at the touch but his grin came back. His expression was unsettling enough and it got worse from there when he showed his teeth again. "Four inches," he said with far too much confidence.

Four inches wasn't bad. The hyena was four and he got Geno to squirt without a problem. Geno nodded and smiled coyly "Four inches? Very nice, honey..."

"Yeah," he sneered. "Chrome-vanadium, locking blade." In the awkward beat that ensued, Geno tried to diffuse the moment with a coy chuckle and a head tilt, but the pig leaned in sharply and menaced her back against the wall. He was trying to sound calm, but indignity and anger made his voice crack. "It's smaller than my cock is, you wanna see for yourself?"

Geno's contrived smile vanished and genuine fear creased her brow. Knee him in the stuff? No. He's too big for that. Oh, shit. "Oh god, honey, I didn't mean anything by that. I don't care how big you are."

"You better not have." He snorted hot air across her face, his snout wrinkled in the exhalation. A huff from his mouth washed his foul breath over Geno's face but she avoided wincing.

Geno had never been raped by a john and she chalked that up to quick thinking and charisma. She knew if she tried to defy the pig, she'd end up dead or in the hospital. There was one desperate measure that she saved for times like these. "Just ease up, there's no problem, all right? Whatever you wanted, baby... Consider it on the house." She forced a smile which he didn't return. "My way of making good."

"You want to make things right?" the pig coolly asked.

The cat nodded sharply. Her smile was nervous.

"Then shut the fuck up, for starters," said the pig. Geno made no attempt to smile now and stayed perfectly still. The ball was in the pig's court and he knew it. He showed his teeth, but not in a grin. "You got nice tits. Let me see 'em," he calmly ordered.

Geno said nothing and didn't nod. She lifted her shirt for the pig and bared her thick, supple tits to the cold night. The pig chuckled and made an unattractive snuffling sound at the tail of it just as he wrapped his hands around her breasts. Softly she gasped, and she admitted to herself that his hot and sweaty palms actually felt nice in the cool air. He didn't grope her too roughly but he tweaked her nipples obnoxiously before he let go. "Really nice tits," he mumbled. "Bet you got a nice ass too. You work out?" A beat. "You can talk."

The pig caught Geno's glare but he let it slide. She answered, "I do sometimes."

"Bet I know how you get most of your exercise," the pig grinned. More and more, Geno hated his ugly grin. "So about whatever I wanted bein' pro boner..."

Pro-bono, stupid, Geno thought. And then she thought: hooker found dead, evidence of rape pre-mortem. Nothing but a blurb on the news ticker and the world would forget. She swallowed the correction and rolled her shirt down over her chest. "Yeah, whatever you want, but let's get it done quick," she shortly answered.

"Sure, bitch," he said as casually as a hello. Very coolly, he took Geno by the arm and led her right into the dumpy building he had her cornered against. Just past the front door they had to duck under planks nailed across an inner threshold. The pig sent Geno through first but didn't verbally discourage her from running. "I sleep here sometimes," he explained as he walked her up the stairs. Under his tough porcine feet, a syringe crunched. Geno took it as a cue to tread carefully with her bare paws. The swine went on, as he walked in the dark patches by touch and familiarity, "I was just gonna beat off tonight." He grabbed Geno's ass and squeezed it hard enough for her to pull away but none too strongly. "Lucky me, though, right? Move it."

Geno stiffly followed the pig into the remnants of an apartment. He flicked a switch and a few naked bulbs came on. Past the narrow hall that was the foyer, he promptly pinned her to the wall and ground his sturdy hips against hers. He was already getting hard and she could see the sick thrill of dominance in his terrifying swine eyes. With a whimper, she shied away from his face as he ground and huffed but there was no breaking away from the pig. She fell back on her offer from before and tried to leverage it over the pig. "Ah, hey, lighten up," she grunted, "I told you I'd give you whatever you want out of me, honey, but just take it easy..."

The cat was stunned when the pig shoved her against the wall. It was just a bump but it served as a wake-up call. Without blinking he hissed, "You need to shut the fuck up again. Get it?"

In confrontation, most men are quick to lose their erection if they have one. Geno was startled and scared to see that the pig's was still raging in his pants. "Don't rape me, please don't rape me," she whispered with her ears low.

Through clenched teeth the pig grunted just as he thrust his hand into his pocket. Geno knew he was getting the knife but she was no less terrified when he pulled it out and flicked it open. The blade's finish was dull but its edge was visibly sharp.

It is an innate ability of pigs to smell fear but that swine didn't need to. It was clear to see on Geno's face and in how she trembled. It was almost as good as the rape itself, that terror and dominion; the visceral feelings which precluded, accompanied, and followed sexual assault.

The pig snatched Geno up in his free arm and she couldn't escape his meaty bulk. He squeezed where her neck met her shoulder, sharply twisted her around, and pulled her ass back against his crotch. In a much smoother motion, he brought the knife up to her neck. One of his graceless hands squeezed a plump tit, and meanwhile he dragged the knife down her cleavage and grazed her breasts, cleanly slicing through her shirt. "Take your fuckin' pants off and show me what's mine, cunt."

The only noises Geno made were shivers and gasps. Don't hurt me, whatever you want is yours, please don't hurt me, she thought in just short of a frenzy. The cat shied away from the knife, pressed against the pig's hard body, and undid her fly with fumbling fingers. Down went her jeans and so did the cute panties underneath. Although her shirt was still on, it was uselessly tattered in front. This basic nudity was enough for the pig whom reached around Geno, gripped a handful of her cunt and pressed the knife into her neck. If not for her collar the blade would have touched her skin. Possessively he groped and rubbed her pussy; Geno's resultant grunts were genuine but not pleasurable noises.

"Nice pussy here, really nice," he said with an excited, lusting tone. In a hurry he closed the knife against his hip, its heavy click a mild relief to Geno's ears, but any thankfulness she felt disappeared when the pig shoved her against the wall and opened up his belt buckle and fly. That evil swine mounted her before his pants hit the floor and he ground his thick, uncircumcised member against the folds of her cunt. Though his swollen pig cock was only just bigger than what the hyena had packed, it wasn't the size which scared Geno.

Entering Geno with a fast, careless buck, the pig rumbled, "Your pussy's real tight, I'm actually surprised." Six inches of thick swine meat soon consistently ground into Geno with little skill. Geno was accustomed to lazy or simply unskilled johns, those types of clients being an inevitability That the pig was simply having his way with her was upsetting enough but she told herself to take it and let him bust his nut just so he'd leave her be.

"Goddamn," he snorted against the back of her head. His hands came up, found her breasts again and fondled them possessively. "As tight as your pussy is, I'm wonderin' if you don't fuck a lot of guys... Nah, I got it, I bet you're a backdoor beauty, ain't you?"

Geno flushed and bit her lip. Indignation made her face hot but she thought about the knife; the news headline; and ultimately she forced the anger back down. In its place she felt the fear again and thus let out a whine. It caught the swine's attention but he didn't ease up on his grinding at all.

"You cryin' 'cause it feels good? Yeah, I bet you are," he mumbled to himself. His pace quickened and his heavy balls bumped the backs of her thighs over and over. "Feelin' good, bitch? You like that shit?" Geno whined under her breath but feigned no moans for her rapist. In a sharp flare of anger, the pig grunted, "You like it, cunt?"

Geno finally, wisely contrived a few decent moans and said, "Ah, I like it, just go faster. Cum for me, babe..."

"What, jizz so soon and cut the fun short? You must think I'm a chump," he snickered. Geno bit down on her lip hard. But instead of beating her, the pig pulled out and stepped back. The cat stayed put. She didn't turn or question the swine and she had no expectations. All she could think to do was comply and hope he wasn't planning to kill her anyway.

That he was perhaps a murderer crossed Geno's mind again when she felt the knife prod her shoulder blade. She was silent but she tensed noticeably and rose to the tips of her toes. The pig's grin was bigger than ever. "I'm not gonna kill you," he said as if reading her mind. "Not unless you try to get away... Or you make fun of my dick."

Back he stepped, his footsteps heavy on a floor long since stripped of carpeting. "Walk, bitch. To the left, into the room there." He followed closely, ever brandishing the knife in a white-knuckle grip. His penis throbbed as he dictated to her. "That's it. Belly down on that fuckin' mattress and keep your tail up or I'll tie it in a knot."

Despite total compliance, Geno was untrusting and tense as scared felines are apt to be. She distastefully kept from pressing her face into the scuzzy mattress but she looked away from the pig all the same.

The hooker's round ass made the pig all but salivate. He straddled her legs, notched his cock between her thick ass cheeks and squeezed her hips in greedy palms. The knife was still in his hand and Geno knew without looking what the cold metal touching her was. Bearing a massively toothy and impish grin, the swine hotdogged Geno's ass and smeared her clenched pucker with some pre, though far from enough to ease that which came next. "Shit, remember when I asked if you were a backdoor beauty? Let's find out," he darkly chuckled.

To free both hands, he plunged the knife into the mattress near Geno's neck but didn't seem to care when she flinched away from it. One hand held onto his cock and the other pulled a cheek to the side to bare the pucker between. Geno's tail hole clenched both against the chill air and in dreadful anticipation. All at once her toned body braced against the mattress and she whined silently.

As if to savor the moment, the pig was slow in pressing his blunt, fat tip to Geno's asshole. But the reverence ended there, and as soon as his cock was poised to enter he drove it home as if driving a rivet, wrenching a quavering groan out of the kitty. His grin leveled off into something more coy and he even blushed but no bashfulness tempered his actions. In one surprisingly smooth grind he buried his modest cock and ground Geno into the mattress with both hands then on her shoulders.

"Nice ass you got going on here," the pig crooned as his fleshy hips slapped into Geno's plush rump. Again and again he bucked, fucking Geno nearly dry with his dribbles and squirts of sticky pre doing absolutely nothing good for her.

Hot tears of indignation and pain welled up in Geno's eyes but she kept herself from crying out. This was all self-preservation, not attitude. Geno doubted if the pig wanted to hear her bitch.

Never was the pig's bucking consistently smooth but what little stability he showed began to dry up. Geno thought he might cum very quickly with how frantic and rough his assfucking was. Instead he tugged the knife out of the mattress with a slow, hellish rip and snatched her ruined shirt. The knife dully gleamed in his hand as a warning and he ground her weeping face into the mattress for no reason other than his complete and total dominance over the defeated hooker. Geno at last whimpered, fearing the worst.

"That's fuckin' right," the pig rasped in reply. For a few moments he said nothing more and the only sound in the room was the muted, fleshy slap of his hips on her ass. "You like that dick in your ass, you get off on gettin' treated like shit, why else would you be selling yourself to assholes like me?" accused the pig with dark humor in his tone. "I want you to moan!" he sharply grunted through his clenched, nasty teeth.

Geno moaned for all she was worth. She gave the pig the best whoremoans she could dredge up. Her life depended on it. She knew this emphatically. "Uhn, gawd," she whined with much sincerity. "Ooh... Oh, fuck, you're so big," she gasped, "you're the best, just the best I've ever had, you're so fucking big," the cat crooned on and on. "Please, please," she trembled, "cum for me..."

The pig trembled, flush with pleasure. He knew Geno was bullshitting him but that was just part of the fun. Even as fabricated as it was, he loved to have his little ego stroked just as much as he loved to have his little dick buried in a hapless bitch. Teeth clenching and hips pumping like a jackhammer, he grunted and snorted, wrecking that asshole as he saw fit.

By then Geno's pucker was far from being just that, and though it was still snug around the swine's cock, it wouldn't be nearly as pretty when he pulled out. But she couldn't have cared any less about that, not at that moment. Sitting on an ice bag for a month would be fine as long as she survived to do it. "Ooh, fuck," she winced, rolling back her eyes and clawing the mattress, "you're a stud, you're such a lady-killer with a big, fat dick!" the kitty lied while the pig gobbled it up.

"I am... Oh, I totally fucking am," he blissfully chuckled, but so impishly that it sounded like a giggle. "Here's your prize, backdoor beauty," he grunted. One last buck buried his cock balls deep, and inside of Geno it twitched harshly. The feline knew what that meant and so she wasn't surprised when the pig's thick, sloppy cum squirted into her. A pig was naturally a virile beast and that particular swine was no exception, and by the time his climax tapered off and he yanked his still-dribbling dick free, Geno's wrecked pucker drooled with porcine jizz.

That was that. Geno stayed where the night had brought her while the chuffed pig wordlessly picked himself up and dressed. With his urges satiated, he had nothing more to say to the bitch. He even seemed reluctant to look at her but remorse was the furthest thing from his mind.

Right up until the swine finally left, Geno worried and wondered to the point of nearly catatonic stillness that her rapist may still do her in. And even when he did leave her with no further violence, let alone interaction period, she curled in upon herself and shivered until the early morning sun cut through the empty window.