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Thread: The Disaster Zone

Trying to bring her rifle to bear on the demon as it dropped from the ceiling, she was caught off guard at the speed for something so large. Once it grabbed her, she knew she couldn't get the rifle turned on the demon, it was pinning her arm with it's massive scythe arm, and she didn't feel like testing the suit's durability against it. Instead, her hand made for the pistol on her side before stopping as the demon rushed for the wall of the building, instead moving her hands to brace for the impact as the demon charged through the building. Coughing from the dust and powder of the shattered wall, blinking her eyes to try to wash them of the irritants, she felt the wind rushing against her face as the ground rushed to meet them. They hit the ground with a loud thud, the demon taking the fall for the most part, but she still felt a good jostle from the impact. Before she had time to think of reaching for either gun, they were quickly knocked from reach, like her captor knew what they were ahead of time. She briefly wondered how they knew, being usually simple minded things, she tried to carefully extract her arms from its graps, wary of the sharp edges of it's arms. Her caution, however, turned panic when the demon started to slice into her suit, the sharp edges lightly grazing her body, but never cutting the skin, as she was revealed to the demon. Wincing at the loud cry as the thing called to its friend, or pack mate, or whatever the relationship was between them. she looked back, hoping to see an opportunity to distract it. Instead, she caught a glimpse of the growing, thickening length that made it's way towards her. She knew the risks of this happened, she heard enough stories, but seeing one of them aiming for herself made her think of how vulnerable she was without her suit. The demon seemed to share those thoughts as it pushed itself into her. Her thoughts melded together. Fear, angry, pleasure, she wasn't sure which she felt more of at any time as it filled her, giving her a brief moment to adjust before starting to thrust into her, her body bouncing in it's grasp from the impacts. She balled her hands into fists, biting down on her bottom lip to try to minimized any noise she made. She didn't want to give the thing any satisfaction from the act more than it already had, but lord, it was HUGE , almost painfully so. Part of her mind wondered how she could take it all, another focusing on how to free herself from it, and the last faction of mind wanting more. That part caused her worry, this wasn't something she should want, something she should resent, but part of her played the idea in her head, and it gave her shivers of excitement.
Thread: Slave Train

The slave train was something that all the wealthy in the known knew about. It came through all the towns about once a month, arriving at dusk. When the sun set, the train opened up its cars, revealing rows of caged and chained slaves, ready to be sold, and empty cars ready to be loaded up with new ones. One such slave was Kira . She was recently sold, and this was her first time being up for sale in the train. She had long, and now messy blue hair, and bright sapphire eyes. She was naked, the only thing adorning her body was a collar round her neck, from which a length of chain was attached, the other end bolted to the floor of the train car. The doors of the car opened up, ramps being placed by their entrances to let the buyers in to look around at the merchandise. Moonlight flooded car, and Kira, more scared than she had ever been, curled up on the floor.
Thread: Slave Train

This wasn't the wolf's first time to the rodeo. He'd bought slaves a few times before, had what pleasure and work he'd wanted, and then sold the poor girl to whatever man or beast paid him the most. As such was the lives of these slaves to be pitied. Though, the tall, lean, black furred wolf with his dark brown eyes did not pity them in the least. At least while in his care, they received good food, a warm bed if they were good and were allowed to sleep next to him at night, and a bath each day. Walking through the rows of slaves, varying in everything from skin color to human and anthro to male and female and, of course, pleasure and work slaves. Of course, he had enough work slaves, that he needn't any more of. Walking through the rows of pleasure slaves that were largely dominated by females, he stops at a particularly striking girl. Reaching down and bringing her to her feet by her collar, he looks at her name tag, 'Kira'. Looking over her body, he clipped the leash to her collar, leading her out of the train car and paying for her.
Thread: Slave Train

She stared with wide eyes at the large wolf as he picked her up by the collar staring into his dark brown orbs. They weren't exceptionally fearful, more perhaps surprised that a wolf had picked her. Before she knew it she was being led by the chain that once bound her to the car. She opened her mouth to ask one of the many questions swimming through her head, but she kept her mouth shut. Her only desire was to survive this ordeal, and she had found from watching the other slaves that speaking without being spoken to would receive harsh punishment.
Thread: Slave Train

He takes his pet and walks her to the car. Cars very rare in that day, and only men and women with a large amount of wealth owned them. Taking her into the back of the car with him, he instructs his driver to take them home. Even though the drive lasted well over fourty five minutes, he'd not spoken a single word to her. Once the car was in the garage, the driver opened the door and her tall, lean master guided her out of the car and into the manor, leading her by the leash. His tail swaying behind him, he takes her inside, leading her to the washroom.
Thread: Slave Train

She did not say a word. After fifteen minutes in the car any traces of fear in her features had faded. She was quite relaxed even though she had never been in a car before, and her only movements were her breathing, and her fingers toying with her collar absentmindedly. She had positioned herself in a way that parts of her body she'd like kept unseen were hidden behind limbs. She never looked up at her master, her eyes gazing out the window. When he took her into the house she seemed to awaken again, a bit of the fear returning to her eyes. She followed the large wolf, stopping when he did in the washroom. She wasn't sure what he was going to do to her first, but apparently he wanted his slave clean. She didn't move, and still didn't look at him, awaiting his commands.
Thread: Slave Train

There wasn't really much that he particularly needed to say to her. At least, nothing that words could convey that he couldn't just show her to do. Walking into the wash room, the tall, black furred wolf looks down at his pet. He could see the fear, the apprehension that she held. Shutting the restroom door, he unclasps the least connected to her collar. Since he didn't know if she would run or not, he closes the door and makes sure that she'd at least be slowed if he had to chase her down. Turning to the bath, he began to draw a hot bath for her, waiting until it was full. Picking up the bar soap, he motions to the water, holding out the soap so that she would take it, get in and wash herself. No pet should inconvenience her master by asking him to wash her.
Thread: Slave Train

She quickly realized he was going to watch her bathe. She had just expected him to unleash her and lock her in the washroom. When he motioned her into the tub she lightly stepped in, accepting the soap from him. She still didn't look at him as she washed herself, scrubbing away the dirt and grime accumulated from being chained up in the filthy train car. She was still afraid to meet his gaze, and the silence and steam from the bath seemed to be pressing down on her. Even the warm water couldn't ease her tension. Rinsing off her now clean body her sapphire eyes slid up, her gaze looking past her master's shoulder, at the door. The muscles of her legs tensed at the idea of running. She knew she wouldn't make it but the thought was appealing. Kira was a fearful girl, and while most would turn this fear into obedience, her natural reaction was to run.
Thread: Slave Train

He wasn't particularly watching her in the sense that he was paying attention to her figure, but simply making sure that she wasn't going to try and bolt on him. No slave had ever escaped his grasp, but the less the risk of escape, the better the chance of keeping that perfect record. His tail flicked idly behind him as he stood in the bathroom, his eyes watching her. The wolf was more studying her than watching her. The key to breaking a pet is to figure out what they're most susceptible to. Pain, pleasure, reward. Every slave had some weakness that would bring them from their own mind into a state of subservient and proper.
Thread: Slave Train

His dark tail swung into her field of vision, causing her to blink and take her focus off the door. He was watching her every move, there wasn't a chance she could escape now. But everyone has to sleep eventually, she thought. Slowly she stood out of the water, droplets running down and falling from her form. I'm done. she said in the softest of voices, barely above a whisper.
Thread: BK x Pup

The gun snapped off the sharp sound of a blank round that started the swim meet. All the muscles coiled up in his legs sprung at once, launching him head first toward the water, hands pointed above his head. Feeling the cool water at his finger tips, the memory of the days leading up to that point came in a rush. He'd been his school's golden boy, having won state championships last year. So, he'd become the type of guy who didn't like losing and was used to getting anything he wanted, whenever he so chose. Last week had been just another win and another weekend of a swim meet, and he expected this week to be no different. Except for the very distinct point that his school was swimming against an all girls school, and he'd not taken the meet seriously and slacked off at practice over the last week. Still ever the exceptional swimmer, even a single week without really practicing would make him lose his edge. The sound of water rushing over his ears, the feel of the cool water over his fur, his muscles burned and ached as he strained to push every last ounce of effort through his body that he could. His lean, powerful body cutting through the water, taking the occasional breath of air as he tears through the water at breakneck speed. Half way through the race, he could tell that he was ahead of his partner at the school as he flips under the water, turning to do another lap. He'd not even bothered to check what the other team was doing, completely expecting to beat a bunch of no-name girls by at least an entire lap. Extending his arm, his fingers press against the rough cement wall of the pool, lifting his head above the water as he finishes, looking up at one of his best times, fully expecting an easy win...
Thread: BK x Pup

There was someone waiting for him when he rose form the water, it was an otter, a girl. Her short brown hair was dripping wet and her golden fur shined. She smiled down at him kindly, her hand extended to help him up while the other held a towel around her. It seemed like she had gotten out of the shower just to help him out of the pool... only it wasn't a shower that got her wet, it was racing against him. Looking up at the board it could be seen that not only did she finish first but she beat his time by a good twelve seconds. She had time to get out of the water, take off her cap, goggles and even grab a towel before going over to help him out of the water. He had finished second but her time still crushed his. Nice race. she said kindly. There was no smug undertone in her voice or on her face, she just seemed happy for the race. If he recalled he would remember hearing that this school had been a private school, one of those very strict schools with a dress code even nuns would approve of. The had only recently even put together and swimming team after students pushed for it. She wasn't sure whether he would take her hand or not but she was new to competitive swimming and hoped he would take the sportsmanlike gesture well.
Thread: BK x Pup

He stopped and looked up at her, utterly and completely confused. Turning to look at the score board, he'd realized her time. At first, he thought there had to be some sort of mistake. But as his mind caught up, he realized that she'd really just made that time. That wasn't just a new school record, that was a district record. A record that he held before some cutsie girl waltzed in and ripped it away from him. Her! His mind screamed to him as she reached out to help him up. It's HER fault! So, as the hand was so graciously offered, he reached up, taking it into his paw. Giving a firm yank, he heard the girl splash into the water behind him. He'd taken her gracious, sportsman conduct and done something quite ungentlemanly. He'd pulled her into the water, climbing out of it himself. Everyone was silent, having watched what he'd just done. He didn't care at all. The black wolf was furious at the girl that had the nerve to do that to him. Grabbing a towel and storming out of the pool area like a little boy having a fit, he goes to the men's locker room to at least think to himself in a shower.
Thread: BK x Pup

The look on his face was almost priceless. She would have laughed had she not thought it would have been insanely rude. She smiled when he took her hand, for a moment she thought she had made a new friend when suddenly he yanked down on her arm. A small cry was all that escaped her lips before she toppled very ungracefully into the water. Towel and all. She swam up back to the surface in time to see him walking off. She glared at him then swam down to retrieve the towel that was now completely soaked. She couldn't believe him! She was just trying to be nice and there he was pulling her in and storming of like a child. Her teammate that had been competing with her, a yellow lab anthro, ran over to help her out. I can't believe he would do something like that! That's just so... just so... the kind hearted dog struggled to come up with a hateful word Mean! she decided on. The otter didn't pay to might mind. The girl shook her head only to be greeted by... well... everyone. They came up to her, congratulating her and asking her what she did to make her so fast, telling her she set a record and it was all just so much. Ajune was not entirely sure what to do with it all but when they finally left so did most of the other swimmers. Her friend the lab had to leave to make a movie with her boyfriend and so the otter sighed as she retreated to her dressing room alone... only she wasn't alone. The girl didn't realize that while the interviewers had kept her busy one of the competitors from another school had snuck into the woman's locker room, angry with her for so thoroughly beating him. Of course the wolf had beat him as well but he couldn't beat up the wolf like he could a little otter. He came out just as the Otter had taken off her bathing suit and pinned her against her locker. Who the hell do you think you are?! demanded a lean but muscled tiger from behind her. The girl went to scream when he stuffed the girl's socks in her mouth. Then he spun the girl so she was facing him, slamming her shoulder into her locker before roughly grabbing her wrists and holding them above her head with one hand. The tiger growled at her, opened his mouth and put it around her neck, letting her feel his teeth before pulling back. I could kill you right now... but I think I'll have a bit of fun first. the tiger purred cruelly and his hand reached out and began to roughly fondle her breasts. Ajune's eyes went wide and she screamed and told him to stop but everything she said as muffled by the socks. She tried kicking him but he didn't even seem to notice so she tried kicking the lockers, hoping that someone might hear her some how. The tiger laughed at her attempts. Everyone is gone girlie, it's just you and me. the beast taunted as he let his hand trail lower. The girl knew what was coming next and she screamed louder, squirmed harder, kicked the locker's even more, trying to make as much noise as she could with hoped that maybe someone would hear her and stop him.
Thread: BK x Pup

He'd been in his locker room, pacing, throwing innocuous objects, doing whatever to take the edge off. He'd only been beaten once before like that, at the national championships. He couldn't believe it when it had happened then, either. Some otter girl from some middle of no where school had stolen his champion ship away from him. Taking a seat on one of the benches, he slowly began to calm himself down. It wasn't her fault that she'd beaten him, it was his own. He'd times that neared her own, but not quite surpassing hers. He was definitely a great swimmer, and maybe if he asked her for some help, he might be able to pick up on what he was doing wrong and fix it, becoming better. That's what competition was about, anyway, wasn't it? Finding ways to honorably become better? After he'd calmed down, dried his fur and pulled on a pair of jeans, he'd decided to see if she just maybe would be in the girl's visiting team locker room. He didn't wear shirts because for males like him, the fur was stuffy and hot, even in the winter. So, all he had to do was throw on a pair of jeans and walk out the door. His mind was a swirl of thoughts. If she could really help him. What she was doing to go so much faster. Even if she could help him, why would she, after what he'd done to her. All in all, he'd decided to start with a simple apology. He'd decided that was the best route. So, he'd walk in and... ...His thoughts were interrupted, the sounds of lockers banging from the visiting girl's locker room. Everyone was pretty much gone, there shouldn't be that much racket from the locker room. Stopping in the hallway, he stopped to think about what that noise could be. It didn't sound like simple rough housing, the noise got louder, and he swore he could hear muffled screaming. For a second, he hesitated before his natural instincts kicked in. Calm and clear, he slowly, quietly opening the door. Slipping in, making sure not to make more noise than the girl was making. Slowly, he moved up until he was within arms reach of the boy. Grabbing him from behind, on the back of his head, he leans the boy back before bashing his face into the cool steel of the locker next to her head. Dragging the dazed tiger down to the floor. Driving a rough punch into the boy's face, he picks him up and shoves him out of the locker room. He didn't particularly know if he could take the tiger if he didn't have the element of surprise to daze him, so he got him out of there as quickly as he could. Closing the girl's locker room door, he locks it quickly. Turning to her, the wolf's brown eyes look to her. Are you alright? He asks, walking over to her. He didn't hurt you, did he?
Thread: BK x Pup

Her eyes had been watching the door. When she saw him open it her eyes pleaded, begging him to do something. He had been so mad at her earlier for a second she worried he would join but she was happy that fear proved to be false. The boy was movie quietly, the otter didn't stop her squirming or her kicking. The tiger's hand just reached the top of her sex when suddenly the wolf grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face into the locker next to her. In his shock the boy let her go, for a second she just crumpled to the floor then she grabbed her towel and backed herself into a corner, pulling her knees to her abused chest and wrapping her tail around her legs. Tears from the fear she had been feeling welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks, wetting her already damp fur. She didn't watch as the wolf beat up the tiger. She as peaceful, didn't like fighting but still she wanted him to hurt the tiger even if she didn't want to watch him do it. She heard the sound of the tiger being dragged and heard the girl's locker room door closed and locked. Her heart raced in her chest as she wondered why the wolf locked it. Then he came to her, asked if she was okay, if she was hurt. The frightened girl couldn't help it. With only a damp towel and a pair of jeans separating them she reached out and wrapped her arms around him, clung to him, shaking. He was gonna..... he was gonna.... the girl didn't finish her sentence, the wolf would already know what he was going to do if he hadn't shown up to stop him. She clung to him shaking for a long time before she pulled away, her eyes on the floor and she clung to her towel. I'm sorry... I'm getting your cloths wet. she said softly, only then did she notice that he didn't have a shirt on. She stood up and wrapped the towel around her tightly. I-if your could just... face that way... she asked, hoping he could look away so she could put some cloths on.
Thread: BK x Pup

It was a sudden movement that surprised him. Her arms around his body, her bare, soft breast pressed against his upper stomach. For a second, he was shocked before he realized what she was doing. Slowly putting his arm around her, his free paw gently petting her hair, he holds her against her. It's okay. He says, softly to help calm her. It's okay, he can't hurt you as long as I'm around. She was soaking his jeans and fur, but he didn't even feel it. Adrenaline still rushing through his veins, it was some time before he came down from the high. It was only then that he realized that a very, very cute otter girl was pressed against him, her bare chest rubbing against his soft fur. Taking a deep breath, he tried to ignore those facts. It was kind of hard to do, and he could feel a bulge starting to form in his jeans. He knew she could feel it, and that's probably what prompted her to ask him to turn around. Gladly. He says quickly, putting his back to her. Biting his lip, he was trying anything to get the image of her out of his mind. He wasn't really the forceful, jump and rape type. He was the hero, the golden boy. So, he stood there, biting his lip and trying to think about human boring baseball. Not that it was working. Reth had many girls on his arm before, but this was a first. He didn't like to admit that he hadn't exactly gone all the way, but it was kind of hard to find a steady girlfriend that he could be intimate with and keep his swimming schedule. So, because he always chose swimming over a social life, he'd neglected that part of the experiences that most of his friends had been deep into.