Vengeance of The Club de Sade
Sequel commission of the Club de Sade series. Lone is once again contacted by the mysterious group, but things are not what they seem.
This was a public commission for the lovely and polite Lwolfeh, based on his character 'Lone'. Lone is the sole property of Lwolfeh, all other characters and intellectual constructs are Cocoa. Do not redistribute in part or in whole without the prior consent of both Lwolfeh and Cocoa. All rights reserved.
This is a sequel to 'The Back Room at Club de Sade'. It is suggested that the reader takes that story on first.
Lone sat in front of his computer, wings unfurled and splayed behind him to keep the setting sun from casting a glare over his flatscreen monitor. It had been three and a half months since his little misadventure at the Club de Sade, and only now did the lupine feel that things were getting back to normal. For a while, he had felt restless, out of sorts. He had asked himself all of the questions that one might expect in his position: 'Was it my fault?' 'Would I ever feel the same again?' 'Is rape due to mistaken identity different from any other rape?'
He had some counselling, took a little time off of work, and generally tried to take it easy on himself. But one thing that the canid didn't do was report the incident to the authorities. The wolf just felt that his questions weren't going to be answered by legal action. And mistake or not, there was an additional 'complication'.
A lupine paw slid down to rub the faint bulge of belly fur that seemed to subtlety expand every day. The only DNA evidence left from the unintended attack lay squirming in Lone's womb. Which meant the only one likely to be put in jail was the father of the wolf's cubs. He wasn't sure that real justice would be served that way. After going to the free clinic and confirming that he was gravid with the issue of that nameless dalmatian, it had only taken the winged wolf seconds to decide that he was going to carry the pups to term. It was a decision of instinct; a decision of intense need.
As a result, Lone had to pick up a little extra work on the weekends in order to prepare for everything that was to come. He took an E-mail support gig for one of the big media conglomerates, helping to answer questions about concerts, pay-per-view events, and the like. A few hours of mindless work resulted in an extra eighty quid a week, and kept the wolf's mind off of other things...
...things like the mysterious bill paying. It started out with a receipt for the apartment's TV License. The lupine didn't remember getting the bill for that, but he chalked it up to direct debit. Then the wolf's monthly mobile phone bill came in with a 0 balance. Since then, half a dozen small bills had been paid anonymously. Was this the 'restitution' that Club de Sade had mentioned in their letter of explanation about the rape? If so, it was subtle, and more than a little creepy. But given Lone's upcoming financial commitments, particularly the ones due in about 5 and a half months, he couldn't really complain.
The wolf screened some text and sent off canned answers to a couple more E-mails before calling it a night. He logged out of the media company's Virtual Private Network so that he could could use his computer for more personal things. His hormones had been out of control recently, and Lone's mind went right to his favourite porn site. However, the responsible part of his brain took control and before he could sate his carnal side, the canid found himself checking his E-mail.
Spam. MuzzleBook. GrueTube. More spam.
...Club de Sade.
Lone sat bolt upright on his stool, wings fluttering wildly before tucking tightly, protectively, against his body. The insides of his ears started to burn with shame and arousal, flooding the small room with a pale purple hue, as the blue optical radiation from his blushing filtered through the rays of the vermilion sunset.
Paw shaking a bit, the lupine double clicked on the message and started to read.
'Dear Lone,
The Club de Sade would like to cordially invite you to the opening of our newest locale.
As a person of special status, you will be entitled to the treatment and the luxury afforded to our most loyal members. We will have the correct staff members present to cater to your particular wants and needs.
We are staggering the arrivals of our clients to maximize the effectiveness of our staff. Your time slot starts at 21:30 hours. Please RSVP to this message prior to 20:00 if you are going to take advantage of this complementary re-opening offer. We will then call you to relate the details of the exact location.
Let us know.
Sincerely,
The Staff of The Club de Sade'
Lone checked the time. 19:40. His fuzzy digits were tapping out a reply even before his conscious mind could register it. The wolf needed closure. And right now, he also needed the kind of VIP services that were on offer at The Club de Sade. A few minutes after pressing 'Send', Lone had the location of a warehouse by the docks.
This time, the wolf was going to take additional precautions. He set up a CRON job on his computer that would automatically e-mail his friends and the authorities if he didn't stop it by the next morning. The canid made sure to include all of the details that he had about Club de Sade's new location, and attached the full headers of the invitation E-mail so that it could possibly be tracked.
With his high tech insurance implemented, Lone padded into the bathroom to take a long, hot shower before heading cross town.
The tin-clad door swung shut behind Lone, and locked itself with a whispering click. Lone's eyes had to adjust to the dim florescent tube lights that hung from the ceiling. He had stepped into a makeshift rental office of some sort. It was dusty, in a clear state of disuse. There were some keys hanging from a row of wooden pegs on the wall. 'Aha!' thought the wolf, 'This must have been one of those storage places.' It made some sense to the canid. After all, each of the storage rooms could be someone's fantasy. They could be easily cleared out and hosed down. He wondered if th-
And abruptly, all thought stopped.
Being hit by a taser is nothing that can be fully explained in words. There's an initial prick as a couple of darts penetrate fur and skin. It certainly involves pain and paralysis as every muscle in your body locks up. But there is an indescribable transition from helplessness and terror to weakness and exhaustion. Like you somehow survived a four story fall, only to find that your body thinks it just ran two marathons.
Additionally, at least in Lone's case, he bruised his shin on one of the bookshelves when he crumpled to the floor. The lupine definitely pissed himself. The electric current screwed up his short term memory as well, so it took him a while to focus on the new reality of his situation.
When the canid could think straight and perceive his surroundings, Lone realized that he was in deep shit. He was in one of the building's storage containers, that much was for certain. The flickering light revealed just how dire Lone's situation really was. The wolf saw that he was suspended in a multi-point sling; Leather straps cradled his lower back, and just below the root of his wings. Chains leading from ankle and wrist cuffs and kept taut by a full weighted pulley system ensured that the lupine's limbs were splayed helplessly in the air. The wolf's rump was hiked up at a lewdly accessible angle, and a light weight was attached to his tail so that nothing could block his obscene exposure. Finally, a metallic ring gag pried that lupine muzzle wide open.
"We noticed that you've been regularly contacting that news corporation of yours. Cashing their checks. Logged onto their network until the wee hours of the night. So you don't call the cops, but you decide to cash out on our little mistake, is that it?"
The wolf's body tensed. He knew that voice. Lone craned his neck so that he could see 'behind' him. It was that same dog from the night of his attack; the tall akita ringleader who mocked him and stood guard while his little gang raped the wolf. But this time there was no cheap suit hiding the dog's muscular frame. White and tan fur was on full display. Even seeing it upside-down, Lone had to shudder at the size of the canine's bulging cream-furred sheath. The dog's ebony canine spike was already starting to creep from its warm, fuzzy home.
The lupine whined and tried to explain that he was doing actual work for the media company, but the ring gag made any attempt at conversation pointless. "Shhh sshhh. There will be plenty of time for begging soon enough. Right now, you need to be punished, you stupid pup. You need to understand your place, your lot in life. Then the begging." the akita crooned, before padding forward to close the distance.
At the same time, the lupine's keen ears heard the tell-tale sounds of movement coming from the other side of the room. He quickly tucked chin against breastbone so that he could see what was going on at the other end of the small storage container. After a moment of vertigo as his vision adjusted to being right-side-up once again, Lone just barely made out the familiar form of a pantheress. She was just as imposing as the first time they had met, but with an added feature that made Lone whimper and squirm: The cat had strapped on a bright pink, double ended dildo. The ten thinner inches on the outside of her body were already dripping with a cherry-scented lube. The seven thicker inches lodged inside of the pantheress' sex were slick with her feline arousal.
Lone protested as vocally as he could, but all that came out was a throaty, strangled cry. The dog behind him chuckled darkly, before forcing the wolf's head and neck backwards once more. "That's enough conversation." the canine growled. The lupine shuddered as he was forced to observe the ebony rocket jutting from the akita's creamy sheath. Only seven of the dog's ten inches were showing, but he was 'kind' enough to allow Lone to help out in that department. All the wolf saw was those swaying balls getting larger and larger in his field of vision. Then he felt that spongy, pointed doggie dick slide over the roof of his maw as the akita pushed his member through the ring embedded in the gag.
The wolf had a sudden, primal reaction. The taste, the sensation of an Alpha's cock pushing into Lone's mouth made his entire body shudder. His tongue simply gave up on fighting gravity, and started to rub across his captor's growing member. For the second time in his life, it didn't matter that Lone was being forced. In the back of his mind, the lupine knew that he was helpless and figured that perhaps surrender was the best option. As the dog pressed his soft pubic fur to Lone's chin and his impressive sac ground into the cool lupine nose, the trussed up canid inhaled deeply. He took in the Alpha's scent, and then exhaled quickly as the akita's still-thickening puppy maker started to press into the back of the helpless wolf's throat.
The pantheress laughed and commented, "There it is, the fag remembers his place and we get a pretty light show!" Lone whined a little bit around the black fleshy spike in his muzzle. Although his vision was obscured by big akita balls tapping against the bridge of his snout, even he couldn't fail to notice the azure glow emitting from the insides of his ears, the pout of his nether-lips, and the wolf's rapidly emerging shaft. Every millimetre of bare skin betrayed the embarrassment and arousal that Lone was feeling, bathing the room in a warm blue glow. His wings fluttered helplessly, sweeping the floor lightly in a final vain protest at the lewd treatment of his body.
Just as the dog at his head was reaching full length and starting to press that tapered black tip into his throat, Lone felt the press of surprisingly warm plastic at his exposed pucker. Without any foreplay or preamble, the pantheress slowly pressed her strap-on home. The ring gag kept anything disastrous happening as the wolf clenched his jaw in reaction to the sudden intrusion. The longer, thinner end of the bright pink toy dragged over Lone's prostate, making him clench his toes. His shoulders shook as he sobbed a little bit at the sudden, but somewhat wonderful violation. The pantheress didn't stop until all ten inches were bottomed out in her captive's colon. Only then did she twist a knob on the dildo's remote. Cat and wolf both snarled as the vibrations coursed through both of their bodies.
Soon the swing was rocking back and forth, as akita and pantheress found a rhythm with which they could share their prey. At his full length and girth, the canine was pushing his fevered cockhead right into Lone's throat, making it bulge a little bit as the wolf strained to pleasure the rutting dog with a rapidly lapping tongue. Each of the Alpha's thrusts impaled the lupine's tailstar on the pantheress' buzzing shaft, causing the feline to mewl and hunch tightly against Lone's exposed rump so as to stir the thick vibrating plug deep clenched deep within her own sex. Which of course sent the wolf swinging like an obscene pendulum back towards the canine fucking his mouth.
The lupine's glowing, dripping shaft lay untouched atop his slope of his pregnant belly. Similarly, his puffy blue-hued pussy lips pouted, empty and drooling, completely ignored by his assailants. Despite the stimulation Lone was getting from both ends, his captors were making it quite clear that this was for their pleasure, not his. 'Maybe this is how they'll try to break me.' thought the wolf, imagining hours or even days of agonizing denial. He whined at the thought, but that just sent vibrations through the thick doggy dick in his muzzle. After a few hours, he would tell them anything. What they wanted to hear was a lie, so he would lie. And when they found out it was a lie, he would be punished. Probably just like this. He had completely forgotten about his little electronic fail-safe that would at least limit any torment to a single night. In the canid's mind, this could be a permanent situation.
Lone whimpered and thrashed against his bonds in frustration, but that just egged the cat and dog on. They spit-roasted him mercilessly, feeding off of his struggles. The akita was almost there. Every eager thrust bounced that obscenely swollen canine knot against the ring of Lone's gag, while also pressing a couple of inches of throbbing doggie dick into the wolf's clenching throat. And by the way the feline had been periodically snarling and resting with her hips pressed firmly against the lupine's spread asscheeks, the wolf figured she must have already cum twice. But the scent of pantheress cum dripping down her thighs was almost completely washed out by the akita's growing arousal. He squirted copious salty precum over the lupine's lapping tongue, and it grew thicker and more cloudy by the second.
The cream furred canine gave only a single word of warning to his captive: "Swallow." Then the akita pushed his knot flush to the metal guard of Lone's gag, and watched the bulge of his cocktip subtly distend the hollow of his captive's furry neck. The wolf had the perfect view of those creamy-tan furred nuts as they jumped and contracted. He started to gag and swallow frantically, forced to keep up with the flow of spunk or drown in it. The growling, panting dog spilled a little over a litre of canine spunk into Lone's belly over the next thirty seconds. The lupine's vision was starting to go grey at the edges when he heard the feline, still lodged in his rump, snarl and hunch her way to yet another peak.
Then, by some unspoken accord, the wolf's assailants tugged out of him at the same time. He gasped, both to fill his tormented lungs with air, and at the sensation of two 10 inch shafts abruptly leaving Lone's body. He coughed up a few thick strings of seminal fluid, and did his best to ignore the snarls and the jeering directed at him. The lupine was still coughing when a blindfold was unceremoniously snapped over his eyes. He heard the akita tell his partner in crime, "Let's grab the camera and the rest of the kit, so that we have a record of what this fuck tells us." He heard the metallic door of the storage shed roll open, and his two abductors pad away, abandoning the helpless and needy canid.
The lupine didn't have a lot of time to ponder his predicament. Just seconds after his captors left, the wolf heard a near-deafening -BANG-. He yelped and his body stiffened defensively... or at least the balance of muscles that weren't already stiff. There was a very vocal scuffle that seemed to resolve itself rather quickly. And then, for a time, nothing.
Lone whimpered into the silence. He half suspected that this was a mind game thought up by the akita. The Alpha dog was probably playing mind games with his captive. It was the sound of that metal door rolling back into place that finally betrayed a sign of life. There was a slow padding sound, and then the blindfold was removed.
Bathed in the blue light of Lone's shame and arousal, which was still radiating from every centimetre of uncovered skin, was a concerned looking dalmatian. The canine was dressed fairly simply: Just a grey tee shirt and a pair of cargo pants. He reached out and stroked the wolf's brow. "Um, hi. Don't worry, it's over." Though the dog was nearly a full foot shorter than Lone, he had the irresistible urge to leap into the canine's arms and squeal, 'My hero!'. Of course Lone was both restrained and gagged, so all that he could manage was a flutter of his wings and a vague mumble.
The canine blinked at the wriggling captive's failed attempts at articulation. "Why don't you... OK, hang on." The dalmatian started working on Lone's ring gag. "Oh man, they really screwed this up. Knots everywhere." Lone couldn't help but notice that his saviour's gaze wandered down to the wolf's knotted, luminescent blue member. The wolf squirmed a bit and folded his ears back. The dalmatian spotted this reaction and quickly muttered, "Sorry."
As the dog worked to free Lone's aching maw, he explained what just happened. "First, I want you to know that those two -former- members of the Club de Sade staff were not acting on behalf of the organization." He deftly got the first set of laces loose, and started work on the other side. "The Club hasn't taken any official action yet. I was tailing you, and as soon as I saw what was happening, I called in some of our friends in the police force. I... I'm sorry that it took so long." The dog growled in victory as the gag finally fell from the captive's maw. "Presto."
The wolf whined, slowly working his abused jaw. "Rye ur gu mailrin me?" he mumbled.
The dalmatian tilted his head in that confused doggy way. Lone had to admit, it was really cute. "Sorry, didn't catch that."
The lupine snarled. He worked his jaw for a few more seconds, then tried again. "Why were you tailing me?"
The dog didn't reply right away. He killed a little time by releasing the weight tied to the wolf's tail, and then locating the winch that controlled the pulley system elevating Lone's legs. Finally he admitted, "I... I'm the daddy." Then he started to crank, lowering the lupine's legs and rump. "I'm gonna take it slow. Even so, you're going to get a rush of blood... pins and needles everywhere."
Lone caught the dog staring at his dick again. But then he realized, it was his slightly bulging belly that the canine was really looking at. The pups. -His- pups. "Oh. I-I should have guessed." The wolf started to feel the circulation returning to his legs as they were lowered to be parallel with the floor of the storage unit. "Wait, the Club took no action? Then it was you. You were paying my bills?"
"Yeah. You know, what I could afford." was the dalmatian's murmured reply. He moved to the other winch and started to lower it so that Lone wouldn't slip painfully out of the sling.
The wolf shook his head a bit. "What's your name?"
"Steve."
"Nice. Well Steve, I have a secret to tell you. I don't know if you'll believe me when I say this. See, normally I'm quite shy, but after all I've been through tonight, I'm just going to lay this on you: I don't want to go out there in this condition. And I can smell your leaking hardon from here."
The dog nearly fell over, paw slipping off of the winch. "W-what?!" The dalmatian glanced down at the wet spot on the crotch of his cargo pants. "Oh. Listen, you've been through... well a lot tonight. I'm sorry about my reaction. Um, my body's reaction. But don't you think th-"
The wolf cut him off, "You do this sort of thing for a living. You're the father of our pups. You've been helping support me. And tonight, you possibly saved my life. Now give me ten minutes so that I don't need to walk out there with a bright blue boner."
The dalmatian blinked at Lone a couple of times, and then laughed softly. He padded over to lower the wolf's legs and rump another few inches. Without another word of dissent, the canine shucked his shirt and unbuttoned his cargo shorts, dropping them to his fuzzy toes. The same steps that left the pool of fabric on the ground positioned Steve between the wolf's spread legs. He tenderly stroked Lone's strained thighs. "OK, sure. Might be less than ten minutes, though." the canine growled.
Whatever witty reply the canid might have used was washed away by a satisfied moan. His saviour had slowly and smoothly hilted himself within the lupine's slick, dripping sex. Lone gratefully clenched his muscles, hugging his fevered flesh around the girth of pulsing dalmatian shaft. His lover sighed happily, reaching up to grasp the lupine's glowing blue erection with both paws. The pace at which Steve milked Lone's tool matched the rhythm of the dalmatian's churning hips. His gaze was fixed on the copious precum bubbling from the pointed wolven tip. Every time a thick drop started to roll down the belly of Lone's member, his canine lover gleefully spread that slickness all the way down to the lupine's throbbing knot.
Lone's recently-freed tail wagged in time with with the dalmatian's. He enjoyed the dichotomy between the way Steve gently stroked his needy azure shaft, and the hard, passionate rutting of the dog. His wings fluttered weakly, the wolf feeling simultaneously helpless in his bonds and yet totally free in the company of his lover. The smaller, more wiry fur fucked the wolf passionately, spotted hips slapping against Lone's spread thighs every time he drove his girth home. The lupine was torn between begging for the knot that stretched his pussy lips and juggled his balls, and asking the dog not to tie so that they could get out of here in short order. But the wolf found himself too busy moaning and hunching his hips into the dog's touch. He'd leave the tying decision up to the canine.
Steve was panting hard now, torn between the professional instincts telling him to please his partner, and the base need to hump, to breed, to cum. He reached down with a pre-slicked thumb to tenderly rub circles over Lone's hood and her slightly exposed clitoris. He watched as his lupine lover suddenly howled and writhed against his bonds. The azure glow bathing the room doubled in intensity, as Lone's pussy leaked and squirted a bit against the dalmatian's bunched sheath and swinging balls. It was too much for Steve. The canine snarled happily, grinding his swollen knot against his lover's contracting sex. His tail hiked up, spotted rump clenching. Then the dog's soaked balls drew tight against his thighs, and the dalmatian started to pump his ample load into that snug lupine sex.
The bound wolf panted and whimpered himself back to sanity, his feminine orgasm echoing through his pelvis in weaker and weaker waves. He looked down at the blissful visage of the dog that was filling him to the brim with puppy batter. Lone had to smile. That mix of pure joy and animal carnality was very appealing to him.
Steve opened his eyes and gave the wolf a goofy grin. He retained that grin as those skilled canine paws reached up to grasp Lone's swollen shaft. The lupine gasped and squirmed, bucking lightly in his leather sling. His lover grabbed firmly behind his luminescent blue knot to simulate a tie, and rapidly jacked at his shaft. Kindly, Steve pointed the wolven spike slightly off to the side. He snarled, "Make a mess for me baby. Just not on your fur." The merciless pawing, combined with his lover's still-twitching shaft lodged inside of him, was far too much for the poor wolf. He gasped and spilled his load, most of it squirting out over the lupine's hip in a shallow arc.
The dalmatian sighed happily as the remainder of Lone's seed dribbled out over the backs of his fuzzy fingers. He let go of his lover's knot so that he could stroke the wolf's swollen belly. They spent their brief afterglow in the kind of silence borne from satisfaction. Then Steve spoke up. "We have... a lot to talk about." the dog murmured, soberly.
Lone swallowed hard and caught his breath before replying. "Y-yeah. Get me down from here first please?"
Steve gently slipped out of his lover with a lewd squelching sound. He padded over to crank the captive down from his sling. "I'm sorry for everything that happened."
The wolf considered his answer, as his rump finally touched the floor and relieved the extended pressure on his wrists and ankles. After a slightly pained groan, Lone murmured, "The first time was an honest mistake. This time wasn't your fault, and you did everything you could to help me. What are you sorry for?"
The canine knelt to help the wolf out of his bondage. Before starting on the wrist restraints, Steve reached out once again to stroke Lone's pregnant belly. "This. I'm sorry for this. It wasn't your choice."
Lone nodded slowly. "True. But I don't regret that." He patted his own swollen belly. "And I don't regret them."
As they worked to free the wolf from the rest of his cuffs and straps, the dalmatian asked, "D-did you... would you consider my involvement in... what I mean to say is, in the future, could I maybe participate? With them?" His eyes were fixed on the lupine's tummy when asking the last question.
Lone snorted as the canine beat around the bush before coming around to his point. "I'll tell you what 'daddy'. Prove to me you'll be a good hunter-gatherer for our kids. Find me a towel, my clothes, and get me a burger on the way back to my place. Then we can discuss your future participation in all sorts of activities."
The dog flashed him a quick grin, then opened the storage unit so he could start his assigned scavenger hunt. Lone took a deep breath. 'What a fucked up night.' the wolf thought to himself, as he waited in the half-light for the return of his unexpectedly gallant saviour.