Blood Money
This story was commissioned by our own dear Coyotek. Geno and Coyotek are owned by him, all the other characters, places, and story, are mine.
*****
Humming melodically to herself, Geno picked through an assortment of designer shirts, periodically holding one up against her chest to gauge what it might look like if she put it on. Without exception, every shirt was tossed casually aside after she had given it a moment's consideration, being deemed imperfect by a feline woman who was finicky even for a woman (or a feline). It hardly mattered, though, as the real joy was shopping in the cozy little boutique, sipping her latte and listening to the latest corporate rock band singing about how the corporate music industry was corrupt banging out from the store's PA system. Never let it be said that she didn't know how to shop!
So engrossed was she in her hunt for the perfect fashion that she didn't notice the furre who sidled up to her. It wasn't until he tapped her on the arm that she spun around, surprised; when she saw who the offender was, her surprise changed instantly to annoyance.
"Oh God, it's you, Harry. What the fuck do you want?"
The furre standing in front of her was no stranger; she had known Harry for a lot longer than she had cared to. It had been months since she had seen him, but the weasel still had the same greasy haircut and the same oily manner, though the suit he was wearing was a lot nicer than the ones he used to own. Probably stole it off a corpse, she thought to herself.
Despite the obvious irritation in her question, Harry's response was as smooth and well oiled as one could hope. If he'd had the right connections, he could've made a great politician. "It's nice to see you, Geno. How are you enjoying your vacation?"
It was his smile that creeped her out the most, she decided. Whenever he smiled at you, you got the feeling that he was imagining himself cutting you up and serving you to a pack of starving dogs.
"It was going great until you showed up." Geno didn't bother to hide her sneer. "Now I kind of feel like throwing up."
"Must be something you ate," he said dismissively. "Look babe, you and I need to have a chat, and this isn't the place to do it. My car is right outside; let's take a drive."
Geno was so surprised that for once, she couldn't even think of an insult. It took her a moment to recover enough to stammer, "What? With you? Are you out of your fucking mind?"
It wasn't just that she hated Harry, and always had, though that was reason enough to turn him down. No, the last time she'd gone with him somewhere, he'd drugged her and gave her to some over-sexed lizard-men as a helpless sex toy, to be used and abused as they wanted. He'd paid her handsomely for her part in it, and it was only the stack of bills he'd plopped into her paw that kept her from punching him in his narrow, lying face.
"Now, now, let's not make a scene, cupcake. As much as I adore your company, this isn't a social visit. A mutual friend has asked me to discuss with you the matter of a little money you owe. I'm just here to talk debt management, is all."
"Oh, that's what this is about? Yeah, they'll get their money as soon as I can get it." Geno turned away nonchalantly and went back to her shopping, as if Harry had simply and abruptly ceased to exist. To someone like Geno, the phrase "out of sight, out of mind" wasn't just a saying; it was a way of life.
Apparently the weasel was a little more focused, however, and he tapped her on the shoulder again. "Uhh, this really ain't something that can wait, sugar. Your creditor is pretty insistent that we get this little thing taken care of. See, you've racked up a pretty big debt in the past couple of months."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. My luck's gonna turn around any day now, ok?" Lately, Geno had discovered the joy of illegal, back-room poker at a place called Lucky's, and after a few small wins, she'd hit a nasty losing streak that had showed no signs of abating. Lucky's owner, a fat, cheerful rabbit (who wasn't actually named Lucky) had extended her a pretty impressive line of credit so she could continue playing. Geno couldn't remember how far in the hole she had actually gotten, but she was vaguely aware that it was a pretty big number.
"Be that as it may," the weasel continued, "Gus would really like me to have a chat with you. There are some new developments that you really need to be aware of."
Geno brushed him off, not even bothering to turn around. "Yeah, that was his name, Gus. Anyway, tell Gus I'll pay him back as soon as I get the money, mkay?"
Harry heaved an exasperated sigh, as if he couldn't believe his luck. Since the catgirl was still ignoring him, he reached into his coat pocket and produced a Polaroid, still crisp and unfolded and new. Reaching around the female, he shoved the picture in front of her muzzle. She started to yelp in annoyance, but when her eyes focused on the picture itself, the sound died in her throat.
The picture was a simple one, showing a dimly lit room with an abundance of cigarette smoke hanging thickly in the air. In the center of the frame sat a male coyote, in his twenties, bound tightly to a chair with rope. His face was a mass of blood, his eyes were almost swollen shut, and his jaw hung open loosely. His shirt was soaked in the thick red liquid, brown against the fabric, and he sat hunched over in a position of exhaustion, as if the rope was the only thing holding him upright. Next to him stood a figure, his head out of the frame, holding a stained baseball bat in his paws.
Before Geno could manage a word, Harry leaned forward and growled into her ear, "I told you this was important. Now come with me out to my car. We're gonna take a ride, and I'll explain to you what your options are."
Stunned into silence, the feline let him lead her outside. She dully noted that he had upgraded his car as well as his suit, as they were both now Italian, and she let him herd her into the front seat without a struggle. A moment later Harry had come around the other side and taken his place at the wheel, and they were off.
"Coyotek! Whu, what have you done?" The femme's voice was small and quiet, and her ears quivered with fear. "Why did you do this?"
Harry snorted. "I didn't do a damn thing. Gus is the one you owe money to, and Gus is the one who had your boyfriend grabbed up. I'm just the messenger."
"Gus?" It didn't make sense. "But, but, he's so nice, so corny, he wouldn't do this-"
"Shaddup and let me talk." Harry's voice was iron now, the ingratiating silkiness altogether gone. "He's not nice, okay? Do you have any idea who this guy really is? Any idea at all?" When Geno shook her head briefly, he snorted again and continued. "First of all, his real name's not Gus. It's something Italian, Gustavo something or other. And he's not some sweet hearted, roly-poly old man, neither. The guy's mobbed up."
"Mobbed up?" In her current state, it was an effort to put two words together.
Pulling up to a stoplight, Harry took a cigarette from his inner pocket and lit it, taking a deep lungful. "Yeah, mobbed up. As in, the mob, the Mafia, La Cosa Nostra. Like The Godfather, Goodfellas, that sort of thing. He's a senior member. And he wants his money."
Pausing a moment to let his words sink in, Harry took another drag on his cigarette before continuing. "Here's the thing about the mob, sweetcheeks. They're always willing to lend you money, all the money you need, but when the time comes to pay them back, they expect it in full and on time. Otherwise, bad things can happen." He looked meaningfully at Geno, who shuddered. Her big eyes were shiny with tears and her bottom lip trembled, but she somehow kept from crying.
"So here's the deal. Gus and his associates are willing to give you a week to come up with ten thousand dollars American as a down payment, as proof that you're willing to pay off your debt. Come up with the cash, and they'll send your little boyfriend home to you. Come up short, and they'll send him home in pieces."
At this, Geno finally erupted into tears, and she shook with great wracking sobs as she clutched her arms to herself and rocked back and forth in the passenger seat of Harry's sports car. The weasel just turned on the radio and kept driving, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music.
Minutes passed, fifteen or twenty, and they pulled up in front of the apartment building where she lived with her boyfriend. They sat for a moment, idling, as she slowly managed to get control of herself, sniffling and gulping in misery. Suddenly, Harry reached over and grabbed her by the ear, twisting it harshly, bringing her rudely back into the real world.
"Now, this is what you're gonna do. You don't have ten thousand dollars, do you?" The catgirl shook her head. "I didn't think so. You're gonna go into your apartment, and call everyone you know who owes you a favor or is willing to lend you some money, and you're gonna borrow everything you can. Tomorrow morning, you're gonna go to the bank and withdraw everything out of your savings account and checking account, then you're gonna take everything you own that's worth anything down to a pawn shop and sell them. You understand so far? Good. Now, tomorrow night, you're gonna show up at this address," he produced a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to her, "and you're gonna work as hard as you can and hope to Hell you can raise the money in time. These people are not playing, Geno. These are dangerous people. They will kill him if you don't give them their money. And after that, they're gonna go after your friend, the little coyote girl with the glasses, and they're gonna kill her. You see the pattern here? Now you just do what I've told you, and you're gonna be okay."
Reaching across her, Harry opened the passenger-side door and shooed her out of the car. "You remember what I said, you got it? And you show up at that address tomorrow night. If you're gonna get your friend out of this alive, you have to do what I say. Remember that." With that, he slammed the door shut and sped off, nearly clipping a passing pedestrian on the way.
Geno stood there for a few minutes, watching after the sleek silver car long after it had disappeared, and then she went upstairs to her apartment and collapsed on the couch.
*****
The day went by in a blur of unpleasant memory. Geno did as she had been told, withdrawing all the money from her bank account and taking all her jewelry and personal electronics to a pawn shop and pocketing the meager profits. She was in such a daze that she couldn't even work up the energy to flash some cleavage at the guy at the counter; if she had, she might have made a few extra bucks. Finally the sun began to go down and she rode the bus in stunned silence to the address Harry had given her the previous day.
The place wasn't much to look at from the outside, just a gray featureless building among rows of gray featureless buildings. There was nothing to even suggest that anybody was inside, but Harry had called her and given her very detailed directions, and she knew she was in the right place. Idly brushing a strand of blonde hair from her face, she approached the door, just a battered metal thing without any lettering, and let herself in.
Inside, the door opened into a short hallway that intersected another at a right angle about a dozen feet away. Reaching the corner, she saw a rhinoceros in a nice suit standing with his hands folded in front of him who seemed to be guarding a door, a much nicer one than the one that let into the building. He immediately noticed her, and inclined his enormous head in her direction.
"Can I help you, miss?" His voice was gigantic, like that of a locomotive steaming through a tunnel. When she stammered a string of nonsense, too flustered to form a coherent sentence, he just lifted an eyebrow and shook his head. "Building's closed to the public, miss. You're gonna have to leave."
"N-no, I'm supposed to be here," she blundered. "Harry told me to-"
"Ahh, say no more." The rhino held up a huge hand to silence her, and with the other dug a laughably small cell phone out of his pocket. Hitting a button, the device chirped and he spoke into it. "She's here, boss."
The person on the other side of the phone said something inaudible, and the rhino grunted and shoved the phone back in his pocket. Turning back to Geno, he smiled faintly and inclined his head. "It will just be a moment, miss. Please wait right here."
Geno was too confused to do anything else. She had assumed Harry had sent her somewhere shady, but he hadn't told her anything about the place and she had no idea what to expect. Several moments passed in tense silence as she chewed nervously on her foreclaw, but finally the door behind the rhino opened, and he stepped aside to let Harry pass through.
"Glad you could make it, honeybuns. I was worried you'd gotten lost." The hard, serious edge was gone from his voice, and he was back to being the same old slimy double-crossing Harry she'd always known. "Come on in, you've got a lot of work to do."
Following dumbly, Geno passed through the door and into another long corridor, dimly lighted and smelling like cheap alcohol and cheaper cleaning supplies. They passed numerous doors along one side of the hallway, and Geno thought she could hear muffled voices from behind some of them. They eventually reached a door that looked exactly like the rest of them, but Harry seemed to recognize it as being the right one. Turning towards it, he opened it up and gestured for her to enter.
The room wasn't very inviting, but then, Geno was hardly in a position to decline. It wasn't large, just the size of a restroom one might find in a public building, or maybe the office of some mid-level manager. The walls were covered with faded wallpaper that must have been twenty years old, and the only furniture was a sagging chair and a queen-size bed with sheets but no covers. The female turned to look questioningly at Harry, but he only motioned towards the bed.
"You want to make some money, right?" Geno nodded. "Well here's your chance, dollface. As soon as I'm out of here, we're gonna let some guys in, and they're gonna party with you, and you're gonna make some money doin' it."
"How much?" She wasn't particularly surprised that this was what Harry had had in mind, but she was a little irritated that he hadn't bothered to tell her anything about it. It was so typical of the weasel, he never shared any details that he didn't have to."
"Not a whole hell of a lot," Harry answered. "But that's not the point. The point-"
"Of course that's the point!" Geno snapped, her voice rising a little hysterically. "How else am I gonna pay that fat old fuck and get-"
"That's not the point," Harry interrupted, his voice hard and dangerous again. "The point is, I've invited some very important guests to join you here tonight, guests who frequent this place and who have access to a lot of money. If they're especially pleased with your performance, they might even hire you as private entertainment, so they don't have to share you with every jackoff who can pay the cover charge. If they do, you're gonna make a whole lot of money, real quick."
"Oh. Sorry," she murmured, shifting her gaze to the wall as she sat down on the edge of the bed. While her being so high strung was understandable, given the circumstances, it sounded like Harry wasn't in the mood to put up with her nerves. He was doing her a favor, after all.
"Much better. Now get your clothes off and get ready. I'm gonna be honest, most of the guys who plow you tonight are gonna be the typical cheapasses we see in here, but the rich guys dress the same way as the poor guys when they go slumming, so you'd better be nice to everyone. Smile, be sexy, say 'yes' to everything. If someone wants to take a shit on you, you sit up straight and grin, you got it?" Harry held up a paw to stifle her reply. "We've got cameras set up in this rooms, and we have someone watching them, so if things get dangerous, the offender's gonna get thrown out on his ass, don't worry about that. But you're here to serve; remember that. You never know which asshole is gonna be your golden ticket." With that final warning, Harry left the room and shut the door; Geno heard it lock behind him.
Mechanically, Geno did as she had been told, stripping her clothes off and depositing them in a corner of the room. It wouldn't be the first time she had sold her body, but before it had always been to buy luxuries, like a manicure or a new TV. She had never been in the position, where something important depended on her, much less a person's life. How had she been so irresponsible? How had she let herself get so far in debt? With a moan, she realized that she didn't even know how much money she owed. Harry had said that the ten thousand was a down payment. How much more did she owe? What would they do if she couldn't get it? Could she even scrape together the ten thousand? Briefly, she wondered if Harry was planning another double cross, if he would just keep the profits she made and leave her to fend for herself. Miserably she decided that she didn't have a choice, and she was just going to have to take that risk.
Her reverie was abruptly interrupted as a door, across the room from the one through which she had entered, swung open, and three male furres entered in a rush. A lion, with a great, red mane, led the way, and he was followed by a mastiff, almost as big as he was, and a wolverine, who was shorter than the other two, but broader, with great sweeping shoulders and massive biceps. They were dressed in the baggy clothes and flashy jewelry that hip-hop videos have made so popular, and everything about the manner screamed "no class."
"Aww, hell yeah, look what we have here." Geno blinked in surprise, involuntarily cringing as the males seemed to fill up the room with their presence. She had been expecting them one at a time, not as a crowd, and for a moment all she could do was sit and stare. Fortunately, the males didn't seem to notice that she wasn't being very friendly, as they surged forward to sit down on the bed on either side of her, their paws grabbing at her without so much as a word to the femme. Before she could react, her breasts and legs were being groped and fondled by three sets of paws.
"Ahh, um, I'm glad you could make it," she stammered. It was a pretty stupid thing to say, and she completely forgot to even attempt being sultry, but the males weren't paying any attention whatsoever to what she was saying anyway. They were too busy stroking her body to listen to what she was saying, and she guessed that it was just as well.
"Damn, I'm gonna split that ass before this is over." Geno jumped as the mastiff pinched her rump hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. They certainly weren't concerned about being polite.
"You can have it. This hot pussy's gonna be all mine." The wolverine's thick fingers had already spread her cunt lips open, and he was pressing another digit into her tight tunnel, grinning grossly as he did so. A shudder ran up Geno's body; as far as foreplay went, it hardly even counted, but it was always a thrill to be penetrated, regardless of the circumstances, and she moaned quietly without realizing it.
This had the effect of sending the males into a fit of crude hooting and leering. "You must have the magic touch, H." Apparently the wolverine's name was H. What kind of name was that, she wondered. Obviously it was short for something, but was it a name, or a nickname? It didn't really matter, but she thought it would be kind of funny if it was short for Harry. What were the odds, after all?
"I guess I do. I oughta get to go first then, huh?" Since his buddies didn't argue with his logic, H stood up and stepped around to be in between her legs. The other two grabbed her and pushed her onto her back, and Geno felt the wolverine's huge paws take hold of her legs and spread them wide open. Despite the situation, the catgirl realized she was actually pretty turned on. After all, here were three big, strong males about to fuck her ever-loving brains out; if it wasn't a perfect situation, at least she could find something to like about it.
As the two males beside her groped and fondled her breasts, Geno felt the blunt tip of the wolverine's massive tool press against her opening. She wasn't exactly ready to be fucked; a girl needs some foreplay before she gets wet and loose enough for action, and being pawed at by three half-drunken jerks didn't count. On the other hand, she was pretty much always in the mood, or could get that way in an astonishingly short amount of time, so as the male pressed the fat mushrooming tip into her, she groaned in discomfort even as her tight vaginal muscles relaxed to let the invader in.
"Oh, shit," the wolverine gasped, "this bitch is hot inside! I'm about to lose it right now!"
Please do, Geno thought, but aloud she groaned, "No, hold it in, give it to me." That seemed to be the right thing to say, as the males all grinned and guffawed, and H chuckled dirtily.
"You're damn right I will." Grunting with the difficulty of humping a girl who's not quite ready, the male began sliding his dick in and out, sawing it back and forth slowly, and a deep, throaty rumble welled up from inside his chest. As one of the male closed his lips around a nipple, Geno lay her head back and closed her eyes. She was getting wetter with every moment, and the male's movements were getting faster and more brutal. His body slammed against hers with each thrust, and soon she found herself bucking her hips to match his rhythm, driving his hard dick ever further into her steamy recesses.
One of the furres next to her was getting up and moving around, but Geno wasn't interested. She was more interested in the cock that was pistoning in and out of her sex, flooding her mind with images and emotions that would make a porn star blush. If you said she was slutty, you'd be making the understatement of the century; it was closer to the truth to say she was an absolute and disgusting tramp. There was a reason Harry had recruited her for this particular endeavor, rather than some other moneymaking scheme. He had known her long enough to know that, despite any personal misgivings, once she was turned on, there was nothing that could stop her from fucking anything and everything in the room. While this kind of behavior might lead to all kinds of problems in a world of STDs, heartbreak, and pregnancy, in a world populated by horny furres, it was really a blessing in disguise.
Something hard yet spongy bumped against her muzzle, and her eyes fluttered open to see what it was. Unsurprisingly, it was none other than the lion's cock, held erect and pointing at her, protruding from a mass of red pubic hair the same color as his mane. Geno knew what the lion wanted, and luckily for her, she decided that as long as she was here, and she didn't have a choice anyway, she'd might as well enjoy herself. Opening her mouth wide, she engulfed the malehood and immediately began sucking hard at the hot member, her lips wrapped around it tightly, her head moving back and forth to increase the sensation for the male. The lion moaned and nodded his head, evidently pleased with her performance.
A moment later another dick was appeared in front of her face, and Geno obediently released the lion's and turned her head so she could give some attention to the mastiff. Her left paw gripped the lion's dick and began jerking it as she sucked the canine tool. A moment later and the lion pulled her roughly away and stuck his own cock back in her mouth; a short time passed and she was yanked away again and force-fed the dog's meat. Several minutes passed like that, as she turned her head first one way, then another, trying to give the insistent males equal attention, turned on by the fact that they were almost ready to fight over her.
Her neck started to ache, and her jaw; the males were so rough that it almost seemed as if they were trying to hurt her, though Geno knew it was simply because they had no concern whatsoever for her well being. When one decided it was his turn for a blowjob, he simply reached down and yanked her head away from the other and jammed his cock in her mouth, usually gagging her in the process. It was the kind of ill treatment that makes one forget all about the muscular furre pounding his rod in and out of you at high speed, at least until his moans became more ragged and his gasping more pronounced.
Suddenly Geno was disgusted by the idea that the wolverine was going to cum inside her. She and Coyotek had a pretty open relationship, and since they began dating they had both screwed plenty of other people, but this time was different. This time wasn't just a playful romp with a gorgeous tennis pro, or a "business transaction" to get some spending cash at the mall. This time she was actually doing this for the coyote's sake, and somehow that made the fact that the male was going to cum inside her a terrible ordeal.
As it turned out, she needn't have worried. As H threw back his head and moaned, the lion lashed out with a back paw and caught his friend in the stomach with terrible force. The wolverine toppled over backward with a grunt, a blast of thick fluid erupting from his cock as he fell. "Don't fuckin' finish inside her, asshole. I don't wanna go in there after that." Well, be grateful for small mercies, anyway. Of course, as he turned his body in order to kick his friend in the stomach, he had been getting a blowjob, so his movements jammed his dick down the unprepared catgirl's throat, and Geno yanked her head away, choking and coughing. So much for mercy, hmm?
The wolverine lay where he had fallen, slowly stroking himself as he finished his climax, but the other two were ready to get the action started. After all, it was obvious that they hadn't come here just to get a half-assed blowjob: they wanted some more serious penetration. The lion stood up and grabbed her around the middle, lifting the tired feline, still coughing faintly, off the bed. The mastiff scooted underneath her and lay stretched out, his dick in his fist, standing straight up. Suddenly Geno remembered where he had promised to put that tool, and she whimpered quietly.
"Ahh, I bet she knows where this is goin'." The mocking joy in the canine's voice was unmissable. "Lower her on there careful now. We don't wanna break her in half or nothin'." The lion just laughed and gathered Geno in his arms, so that her arms were around his neck, and his paws grabbed her butt cheeks firmly. Prying her cheeks apart, ignoring the miserable whimpering sounds emitting from the catgirl's throat, he lowered her until she felt a thick, stiff object pressing against her tailhole. Geno gulped as the males grinned victoriously at each other, and the lion began pressing her body downward.
Instinctively, Geno lifted her hips, trying desperately to keep from being impaled on the tremendous cock pressing insistently at her opening, but the lion just pressed harder on her body, and after a second a burning pain announced that the mastiff was inside. Ordinarily, the pain would have passed quickly as she got used to the sensation, but the males didn't even give her time to do that. Ignoring her moaned requests to slow down, the lion pushed her downward steadily until she felt the canine's pubis bump against her ass.
Normally anal sex wasn't much of a big deal for her, nor was the initial penetration, though it was always uncomfortable at first, but the mastiff was well endowed, and Geno was far from feeling relaxed. The result was that the canine's ecstatic groans mixed with a fiery pain that burned her rectum, and so it almost seemed that the male was enjoying her misery and discomfort. She was forced to grit her teeth to keep from crying out, and tears trickled from eyes that were squeezed shut. So it hurts, she thought to herself. It always hurts. That's one of the things you like about this, remember? Despite her personal admonitions, she found it difficult to get into the spirit of things. Concern for Coyotek, she found, was absolutely ruining her ability to enjoy sex.
Unfortunately for the femme, that wasn't true of the other furres in the room. The canine reached up and roughly pulled her back against him, so that she was laying on top of him, face up. His meaty paws grabbed her breasts and began kneading and fondling them vigorously, and she had to fight the urge to bat his paws away. She had come this far; it would be a real waste to back out now.
Standing above them, the lion took his position between her legs, and the feline groaned as she realized what his intentions were. With a toothy grin, the lion gripped his own member, a very impressive one at that, and pressed the tip against her steaming pussy. Despite having been fucked quite hard only a few minutes before, it had already returned to an enviable level of tightness, so that the lion entered slowly rather than just jamming it home.
Caught between the two males, impaled helplessly on a pair of meaty members, her legs spread open as far as they could go, Geno momentarily thought that she had suffered the most humiliating moment of the evening. Then the lion began fucking her, and she realized that she had been mistaken.
Under normal circumstances, Geno would have loved being double-teamed, even by the low-class likes of her current partners. Being forced, by economic privation, to submit to the sexual urges of others, however, was a real turn-off. It was kind of strange, when she thought about it. She enjoyed being dominated, though she was usually the one in control, but that sort of submission was still a consensual thing. This was anything but: she consented only because she had no other choice, and thus there was really no consent. No consent meant the act was, technically, rape, even if the males weren't aware that she saw it that way, nor intended to rape anybody. The point was, Geno felt as though she had no choice but to do as she was told, and that fact opposed, and beat down, the playful sexuality that was at the core of her being. Without being able to live in harmony with her inner nature, she could not enjoy the act.
Quite naturally, the feline didn't put this thought into words, either during the act itself or later, but she felt the psychological effects. She knew that she was not having a good time, that she was, in fact, miserable, and while she didn't have the brainpower to grasp the root cause of her discomfiture, she knew that she wanted, more than anything, to leave. That, of course, was impossible, and that lack of freedom was another blow to her self-image. To sum things up, she was having a terrible time.
The males, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying themselves tremendously. The canine's fingers still kneaded her breasts roughly, pinching hard at her stiff nipples, callous paws bruising the tender flesh. The lion's paws were on her hips, holding her steady as he rocked back and forth, driving his dick into her with sledgehammer force, grunting crudely as he did. The only positive thing was that the dick stuffed between her butt cheeks was motionless, and as if to prove that the universe is a jerk, as soon as she thought that sentence, the facts changed.
To start things off, the lion rather quickly decided that he wasn't satisfied with ramming his cock into her from a standing position. Oh no, that was too ordinary, not nearly forceful or degrading enough. Instead, he climbed onto the bed and planted one foot on either side of her body, doubling over so that he was in a semi-squatting position, partially leaning over her, his front paws gripping her hips tightly enough to bruise so he didn't fall forward. With a considerably higher angle of entry, he began pistoning in and out of her hot snatch, grunting with each thrust, gaining speed and force by the moment.
Then the mastiff started moving. At first, there wasn't a whole lot he could do, as he was pressed down by both Geno's body weight and the lion's constant battering against her, but he soon saw a solution. Grabbing her ass cheeks, he lifted her pelvis a few inches higher, and Geno automatically put both feet down, to hold her position. She wasn't even aware that she was doing it; making it easier for people to fuck her was such an automatic and given thing that she couldn't imagine reacting any other way. It was part of her nature. It didn't really matter that she was in no way interested in helping these guys out; it was a learned reflex, like covering your mouth when you sneeze.
Anyway, with a few inches of space, the mastiff was now able to start moving in and out, and while Geno wasn't very happy with this, it never occurred to her that she was helping to make that happen, and while the canine's mighty rod indeed split her in two, it didn't occur to her to cry out or complain in any way. After all, she never complained during sex; why should she, when it was always so much fun? The idea of sex being unpleasant was totally alien to her subconscious mind, and the aching sensation in her lower body wasn't enough to make her realize that some people might actually object to that kind of treatment.
It might be mentioned that Geno was built for rough sex. Her body was slim and supple, being a natural state of things for a cat, able to move and bend in all kinds of directions. Her cunt was generally a very resilient thing, and despite a pleasant tightness to it, it was, well, adaptable, able to withstand almost anything. Even her tailhole, which could never lay claim the same level of elasticity, seemed to have been designed with the intention of making it a good place to stick one's cock. And yet her pussy ached, her ass ached, and her lower back ached, as all three parts were being smashed between two much bigger furres who seemed to be intentionally trying to make things as unpleasant as possible.
As the pain began to grow, Geno tried to force her mind to wander elsewhere, to think about something else and not the bodily injuries being inflicted upon her lower orifices. The first direction it tried to take was Coyotek, but that was a bad choice: all she could think of was the picture of the coyote tied to the chair, head slumped forward, blood flowing freely down his face and chest. She stifled a sob and forced her mind to go elsewhere, to think of something happy. Shopping. Yeah, that was it, shopping. She had been shopping when all this started; the first thing she was going to do once she had paid off her debt was go on a shopping spree, buy a bunch of clothes she didn't need. That was just what she would do...
"Am I boring you?" A stinging slap to her cheek brought the catgirl back into the present. The lion was glaring angrily at her, his face a dark scowl.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry," she stammered, caught completely off guard. For crying out loud, it wasn't enough to let them fuck her, she had to pretend to enjoy it, too? "Uhh, keep it up, baby, fuck me hard."
"Damn right," the lion sneered. "This bitch has got no manners, you know that?"
"Teach her some," came the growled reply from beneath her.
"I think I'm gonna." A powerful paw gripped her jaw, forcing her to stare at the lion's face. "You tell me how much you're liking this, bitch." He waited until she nodded in response, then he put his paw back on her hip and dug his claws into her, piercing the skin and making ten tiny lacerations. She flinched as he cut her, but tried to moan like she was enjoying it. Thankfully, she'd had plenty of practice doing that.
"That's better." As abruptly as he had began paying attention to her, the lion lost interest and began driving his dick inside her once more, snarling with his growing passion. Even worse, the canine took that as a sign to continue. The meaty pole buried underneath her tail began slamming into her again, driving into her like a piston, tearing her open with a violence she hadn't expected. Apparently the mastiff had gotten tired of waiting his turn, and he was going all out. He rammed her so hard that the lion was quickly forced to pull out and step back just to avoid being struck by her wildly bucking body, and he stood by jerking off as he watched his friend assfuck the poor female like he was trying to break concrete. She felt like she was being torn in two; she thought she could feel blood flowing from her ass, though she could have been mistaken. By the time to mastiff tightened his grip on her a unleashed a torrent of hot, sticky fluid into her bowels, the tears were flowing freely down her cheeks as she sobbed in pain and humiliation.
But there was one final humiliation to be visited on her. As the canine finished his shuddering climax, the lion stepped forward and crawled onto the bed, standing upright on his knees, clutching his pulsing cock in one massive paw. Sneering, he aimed his cock at Geno's face and beat it swiftly, his other paw gripped her jaw to force her mouth open. With an obscene groan, he tensed and released a terrific blast of cum, a fat, messy glob that splashed directly against the back of her throat, followed by a few smaller globs. Letting go, he sat back and sighed happily as Geno choked and gagged, trying hard to clear her throat and catch her breath. Before she had quite succeeded, the canine rolled over and deposited her roughly onto the bed, standing up stiffly with a grunt. "Damn fine fuck."
"Sure was," the lion agreed. "Hey shithead, get up. We're done now." With that, the three males dressed themselves and left the room, leaving the femme alone, sore, and crying. At that moment, she wasn't thinking about how what had just happened had been necessary, that she had done it to save the one she loved, or that, as awful as it was, it was finally over. Nor was she thinking about how she was going to have to do it again, and again, until she had earned enough to pay back what she owed. No, she wasn't really thinking about anything: she just laid there and gasped in pain and misery, her mind a blank, wishing desperately that something would change. Of course, it didn't.
*****
Sitting nervously in the passenger seat of Harry's car, Geno chewed savagely at a claw while the weasel counted the stack of money one more time. She was covered in bruises and lacerations, and she was so sore she could hardly sit up straight: she'd been working at the disgusting brothel Harry had brought her to all week, except for one evening she spent as the private pet of a sadistic businessman who absolutely loved to tie up young ladies and whip them mercilessly until they were bloody all over before raping them. It had been the hardest night she had ever spent, but it was worth it. As Harry finished counting the bills, he nodded and grinned at her. "It's all here, babycakes. Ten thousand bucks. Now you just wait right here while I go in and pay Gus. When I come back, your little boyfriend is gonna be with me."
Geno started to sob in relief, but a stern look from Harry silenced her. "But you're not finished here, sweet thing. This money," he smacked the stack of bills with the back of his paw, "is just a down payment. You still owe a whole lot more, and Gus wants it paid soon. Fortunately, ol' Harry's taken care of that, me being such a swell guy and all.
Make the most of tonight, 'cause tomorrow you're getting on a plane. You remember those lizards you met in Brazil? They'd like you to come to their country and spend a few weeks as their personal slave. It's not going to be fun, but they're offering enough to pay off your debt completely, and pay me back for all the time and trouble I've gone to for your benefit. So enjoy what's-his-name's company as much as you can tonight; tomorrow, you're going back to work."
As Harry got out of the car, Geno slumped back against the seat, her head lolling loosely on her shoulders. Just a few weeks, she thought, and all this will be over. These next few weeks were going to be hell.