Thread: Fur 'n Leash (Sharub & Blazorna)

Alma silently obeyed to his pushes, barely sighing and sobbing trough the tight seal of his hand, keeping her mouth shut occasional begs.... muffled whispers... hums... Still, nothing happened. Here eyes remained fogged, ears unsure to what they were listening to was it the silence of the night? The sound of a sleeping city? Laughters? Insults? The sound of people walking over the watered asphalt? Or was she deaf? It all appeared so unreal to her, not being able to think about her future... not the one two hours past then, nor the one two days... weeks or a month away... And despite she felt his grip around her getting looser, she had nowhere else to go if not where he wanted her to go, his pushing constant, as they tailed to larger group of persons. Suddently, she heard the voice of the man behind her... her ears perked up, attenctively listening to his words ...can... can this mean.... he's faking this all? thought her, it all begun to make sense, like a blink, she created the puzzle ...the butterknife... his words... his loosened grip... i can survive this... Tears stopped flowing on her muzzle, melting with the moist layer given by the rain, eyes returning to see clear, bright, ...now able to see the faces of the attackers. She gulped when one of the group approached them, an evil smile on his face, and then, his hands were on her chest, fingers trying to dig in her clothes. She gasped, yelped, and thrashed away, before she heard the same man gasping with pain. ...no... i'm not going to survie this... realized her as the nameless man behind her declared that she was still his... she belonged to him. She felt his body pushing her away from them as they all wanted to abuse her, see her naked, taunt her, and defile her body and soul, dread appeared in her heart, pounding loudly in her buzzing head, eyes widening in horror, praying whoever to help her. As they were beginning to walk, only to being stopped. The group's will prevailed. Her heart sunk, feeling the arms around her holding her body tightly, urging her to stop moving. The world fell silent all around her, not neither the laughters of the pack, not even the sound of the gentle rain still dripping the last drops here and there, but the words of the man holding her, echoed like an heavy bell all around. She was encircled. With no way to go, but to stay there and subdue. Her legs trembled, shame begun to build in her guts as hands let go of her and took hold of her jacket. She inhaled slowly, closing her eyes, straightening her arms, helping the sick bastard in his deeds. Without moving a muscle, she heard him approaching, trying to see ... trying to understand her attire... until, she heard him approaching even more, his fingers tugging at the hem of her shirt, pulling up the smooth cloth, revealing the soft coat of her belly, up and up again, the white of her bra appearing, stark-contrast against the darkness of her hairs... She sighed in disgust, a tear slowly building at the corner of her eyes as she was made raise her arms, allowing the shirt to disappear from over her, her long, dark mane falling free on her back. Soon, his fingers appeared on her waist her skirt was next Alma clenched her fists, biting her lips, trying not to scream, not to attempt slapping them all... shuddering and taking rattling breath, feeling the light, black cloth of the skirt being pulled down, tightening at her wide hips and supple, toned bottom, slowling while at her thighs... and then, feel the smooth silk to caress her smooth legs, puddling at her hooves, splattering in the asphalt's puddle. Her white panties and bra remained on her body, last defenses against the lustful pack that was so long craving to see that young equine naked in the cold air, just for them to see and abuse. ...no... whispered her when his hands aclimbed her back, reaching for her bra's clips. A frown appeared on her muzzle, feeling her breasts lightly tightening in their constraints, feeling his fingers working on her back... and then, with a simple, almost unaudible click, she felt the bra to get loose, letting her breasts to breathe freely, shivering in a turmoil of emotions and terrible sensations the cold air of the evening touching her breasts, occasional cold droplets of rain touching her warm orbs. But the stripping wasn't over, as her most intimate parts were still covered by her white panties. With dread, the same hands returned on her waist... getting lower and lower, fingers gripping the elastic band, rolling it down, feeling the soft tissue to bid farewell from her tail... slipping from her supple bottom, sliding from her bottom... feeling their gazes focusing on her loins, hands quivering in the need to cover herself... but as her hands tried to move, her panties puddled down her legs. ...oh gods... help me... begged her in silence, shivering in shame and terror, the sensation of being naked in that autumn's rainy night barely registered by her self. She gurgled, feeling his hands grabbing hold of her breasts, feeling his fingers to squeeze her soft, warm furred breasts, playing with her dark-pink nipples every now and then. She felt like to faint, knees shaking against eachother. The equine girl softly groaned in discomfort, eyes always closed tightly, not wanting to see their faces as she was naked and abused in front of them, the feeling of his kiss on her cheek adding revulsion and sickness in her guts. Still, she heard the man behind her to yelp. Opening her eyes, past her nakedness, she saw the man of the group holding his knife into the other's arm. Trough her confusion, she found herself on the ground, yelping and groaning as she collapsed over the cold, hard and puddly ground. Covering her breasts and loins as best as she could, witnessing the pack fighting with itself, pushing a man down, kicking him, punching him, ripping his clothes and spitting at him. And just as it begun, it ended. Crushed by his dead weight, pushing her hardly against the walkway, with a groaned yelp and a sob. Now they lied there. Alone. In the darkness of the young night. The smell of the humid asphalt filling her nostrils, eyes trying to see if they killed him or just beaten him for good. A smile, and he moved. She remained silent. Looking him to groan in pain at each slow step... at his crawl, as he took his coat off and placed it over her shoulders. ...trash... repeated her, eyes absently looking down in front of her as she knelt ...you are trash. The worst kind around. You... y-you sick fuck! I could smash your head with my hooves! Yes! I t...i think...i ...sniff i will... snarled her at him, her voice broken with tears. Slowly, she wiped her eyes with her hand, trying to cover her body with the tattered jacket. ...S-sean... she took a deep breath, trying to gain the bravery... the dare to look at him ...what now? her big brown eyes looking into his ...can... can i go now? I swear i will say nothing to the police... ...i just want to go home... and... please... lemme go... her head felt heavy, her lang, dark mane covering her face as she looked down.