She'd finally settled into something like a half drowse
by the time the van stopped. Night had fallen, and she couldn't make out a thing
through the dark hood. She heard the side door slide open on rusty tracks, and
then big hands were grabbing her roughly about the arms and pulling her out.
"Come on, girlie, get on yer fuckin' feet."
Her legs weren't working right; she couldn't even really feel them. She tried to
support her weight, but they buckled, forcing her to lean on the fur that'd
grabbed her. He took a step back as she did so, leaving her to crumple to the
ground, falling to her knees in the rotting leaves and pine needles that
littered the forest floor.
A hand grasped at the back of her neck, pinching her soft ears and yanking the
hood right off her head. Moonlight and stars filtered through pine trees which
towered high above, lighting the little clearing she and the furs were in along
with a small, ramshackle cabin. Even in the bad light she could see it was
dilapidated and in disrepair.
Standing over her were the two males - the fox she recognized as the one who'd
punched her. Bastard. The other appeared to be a wolf by the looks of his dim
outline. She could smell them now, too, a faintly pleasant and very male odor
wafting to her nose amid the smells of the forest. One of them, the one that
appeared to be a wolf, reached down and grabbed her upper arm with those big
familiar paws. "Get on yer feet, I said, I ain't gonna ask you again. We
wanna have a look at ya."
She stood shakily, finding it difficult to get her balance with her arms pinned,
but the wolf's paw was pulling too insistently to be denied. He released her and
turned to the van once she was standing, shifting her weight from one
pins-and-needles leg to the other. He leaned through the passenger window and
pulled a flashlight out of the glove box.
Sniffling, mouth working uncomfortably around the gag, she looked from one male
to the other -- at least until the flashlight was turned on, right into her
eyes. "Get 'er clothes off, Jimmy..." the wolf said.
A glittering caught her eye as she heard the *snick* of a pocketknife being
opened in Jimmy's paw, cruel blade reflecting in the flashlight's beam. She
whimpered and drew back a few shuffling steps, fresh tears coursing down her
softly furred cheeks, long velveteen ears pressing back flat. He was much faster
than she was. He lashed out a paw and grabbed hold of the scruff of her neck,
holding her still as he brought knife up to her shoulder. "Don't
Move."
She closed her eyes as she felt the blade touch and then slice through her thin
t-shirt, shredding the material easily in a line up one sleeve and down the
other. It fell away from her, revealing the pristine white cotton of her cute
b-cup bra, barely filled out by her small breasts.
Feeling the chill air ruffling once covered fur, she whimpered softly again and
turned her head toward the fox, opening her eyes. She saw only a dark shape
outlined by the flashlight's beam, larger than her by a good amount. He was
sliding the knife up under one of her bra straps, the metal rasping coldly over
cotton. She made a soft sound behind her gag, begging him not to do it with her
eyes.
Jimmy only grinned at her, sharp white teeth glinting, then sliced through the
strap - and right through the second one as well. He then lowered the blade and
rasped its tip over the demure lace at the front of her tattered bra for a
moment, staring into her eyes as he did so. He was obviously enjoying the look
of torment he saw there. She whimpered softly, unable to look away from him as
he slid the cold blade up under the tight lace, teasing at the softly furred
skin beneath. Back and forth he drew the knife, brushing it through the silky
fur in the small depression between her breasts.
He smiled rakishly and flexed, putting a little pressure on the knife so she
could feel her bra pulling away from her body, giving in to the blade. He
continued, the pressure increasing until she was whimpering out loud, tears
falling unchecked down her cheeks. The bra suddenly shred asunder, white lace
and cotton spreading smoothly around the knife's sharp edge and falling from her
body.
The fox's smile slid into a grin as he looked down at her pert little breasts.
She squeaked as he brought the blade up, laying its sharp point on one of her
nipples and chuckling darkly as the sensitive flesh crinkled and hardened under
the pressure. It felt cold, oddly stimulating and entirely horrible. She closed
her eyes and turned her head away, unable to bear watching him torment her like
this. It was clear in his dimly lit face that he was enjoying her discomfort
more than anything.
She heard him slide to his knees, could feel his eyes on her face as he let the
knife's point slip from her nipple and tease down over the slope of her breast.
It furrowed a line through the silky white fur of her mid-driff, continuing down
over her taut tummy in a clear path. She set her jaw around the gag and clenched
her eyes shut, burning with embarrassment and fear. Fresh tears squeezed from
the corners of her eyes; the thought of him enjoying these awful feelings she
was having was unbearable.
The knife continued in its tease -- she heard the metal clinking over the button
of her shorts. The flashlight jiggled slightly, casting shadows upon her eyes.
She opened them, blinking against the bright beam as she looked and saw that the
wolf was no longer holding it. He had set the flashlight down on the hood of the
van and was slowly rubbing a noticeably huge bulge in his crotch. She gasped and
yanked her eyes away in shocked surprise, looking down at Jimmy on his knees in
front of her.
He was digging the knife in under the button, working at the threads binding it
to her shorts. A few quick flicks and the button just fell right off, falling
between her sneakers. He looked up at her again and grinned, letting the knife
linger over the bare material and then skip to her zipper. She just stared, eyes
bulging, watching him as he dragged the blade's point over the zipper's teeth --
it made a grating little sound, enhanced by the fact that she could feel it
vibrating against her stomach and then over the slope of her mound as he
pressed.
He lowered the knife and let it tease through the fur at her inner thigh,
looking between her disbelieving down-turned face and the outline of the blade
under the leg of her white cotton shorts as it explored higher and higher. He
moved it by fractions, taking his time, the point digging into her skin now and
then just enough to let her to feel its presence. She whimpered again as it
reached the juncture of her leg, tickling at the elastic of her panties.
Suddenly he yanked back, catching her entirely by surprise and pulling her off
balance. His paw lashed out and gripped her at the thigh, keeping her in place
as he ripped the blade through the crotch of her shorts. She whimpered
piteously, openly crying and begging behind her gag now. Jimmy's long tongue
drew lasciviously over his lips and dark black nose -- all he did was grin at
her, obviously enjoying her begging, and then tucked the knife between his
teeth.
He grabbed the frayed ends of the ruined material between her legs and began
ripping, splitting the seam right through the crotch and down the other leg.
Wispy threads tickled over her taut inner thighs in the breeze. Whimpering,
tears making it even harder to see, she watched as he brought the knife from
between his teeth once more and sliced roughly, splitting her shorts neatly down
the other side from belt to hem. They fluttered to the ground, just another
white rag now, stark against the dark, spongy ground.
The fox's grin widened, a soft yiff emanating from his throat as he faced the
little white panties she was wearing, pink flowers dotted randomly over the soft
cotton. She could hear the wolf chuckling darkly from his spot against the van,
"Yeah, do it..."
She whimpered again, only Jimmy's strong paw looped about her thigh keeping her
from bolting right then, knife or no knife; the look on his face was beyond
frightening -- it was lascivious, rakish, hungry. It looked like he was actually
drooling as he brought his muzzle in close and brushed his velvety nose over the
front of her panties, taking in her scent. She shuddered at the sensation,
closing her eyes.
She felt her shoes and then her socks being removed in an almost gentle fashion,
leaving her to stand barefoot in the leaves and pine needles. She felt nothing
for a moment, and then suddenly she felt the knife's point rake slowly over the
swell of her mound. A squeak managed to escape from behind her gag as her eyes
popped open again. She looked back at the fox, biting down on the rough material
caught in her mouth -- he was scraping the blade back and forth, back and forth,
letting the tip poke through the soft cotton every once in a while, cold metal
meeting her burning flesh.
This went on until she felt she'd simply burst with tension, the rasp of the
blade sending trembles through her body along with odd, deliciously warm
tendrils she didn't want to admit to.
The spotlight she and the fox were in suddenly bounced and jiggled, then settled
again, but from a different angle as the wolf pushed off from the van and
stomped over. "C'mon, Jimmy, just rip her damn panties off already. What
the hell you doin'? We gotta get inside."
He reached for her, spinning her around, then stooped and roughly ripped her
panties right off. She felt the rest of herself bared to the cold night air as
the fox stood once more and simply watched, glowering, closing his knife and
tucking it into a pocket. "Aw man, Mason... Why'd you have to go 'n' ruin
my fun..." he muttered, barely audible.
The wolf took her by the upper arm and spun her around again to face the cabin.
She felt him push in the center of her back, "C'mon. Walk, cutie, we got
things to do." Tears sprang to her eyes again as she stumbled forward,
feeling the two furs watching her naked body as she moved. The flashlight
clicked off, and she could hear them following close behind.