The dark loner whispered the threatening statement into Dovewing's ear as casually as one might talk about the weather. Her skin crawled with disgust at the feeling of his breath puffing onto her cheek, his claws lightly brushing against her throat, but most of all the suspicious sharp prodding she was feeling near her backside. Was that...?
The question hadn't even fully formed before he removed his claws from her throat and shoved her downwards facefirst, grinding her fur into the dirt with a grin of delight. Her hindquarters shot up out of instinct and he quickly took advantage, shoving his muzzle against her private area and eliciting a squeak of shock from her maw as his cold nose pressed against her.
To her shock and absolute horror, the tom then began to lick quite excitedly, slathering his filthy saliva all over her entrance and occasionally pausing to stick his tongue inside of her and wiggle it around like some sort of disgusting snake. The sandpaper texture was simply awful, a strange rough tugging at her previously untouched walls that oddly made her toes curl, even though she was fighting back tears and struggling desperately to kick him away.
White hot shame filled her mind as, even through the disgust and fear and hatred, she realized her body was swiftly heating up. There was an odd knot in her stomach that only grew with each desperate rasp of his tongue, every hot puff of breath against her, and she'd been releasing strange squeaks and whines since he'd started.
"P-please, stop! Anything but this...," she broke her silence to plead, eyes wide and teary. The shame was too much to bear, and she knew she'd never forgive herself if she allowed this awful tom to bring her to climax. He pulled back with a glint in his eyes, licking his lips.
"I thought I told you to be quiet," he sneered, although it seemed like he'd expected and even wanted this to happen. "Well, whatever. I was doing you a favour, but since you don't want it, guess you'll just have to suck it up."
He shuffled around a bit, pushing her rear down as he loomed over her hunched form. Dovewing tried to lift her head to get a better view, but he shoved it back down again with a giggle. His firm chest and stomach pressed down on her back as he lowered himself into a sort of half-squat, forcing her into a crouch that left her completely helpless against his weight. Her heart hammered and her mind swam, tears threatening to spill down her messy face. The fear had become a sort of all-consuming buzzing that left her confused and senses dulled, no longer even trying to escape.
That was, until she felt it.
His stiffened member poking against her entrance.
The fear coalesced into a sharp point and stabbed Dovewing back into reality as she began to struggle and wail, legs kicking in all which ways beneath the tom and claws scoring thin lines in the dirt.
She pleaded desperately, but he only laughed, so she switched into threats and aggression, which caused him to laugh even harder. With each hefty exhale of his chest his member poked her again, renewing her struggles even more. Her vision was turning red and her super-hearing was drowned out with a shrill ringing as she was fully consumed by panic unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Pain lanced up her left paw as one of her claws hooked into a particularly nasty clump of dirt and tore, and she let out a sharp hiss of pain at the suddenness of it, struggles ceasing for a moment.
"Here, let me distract you from that little injury," the tom cooed above her.
She had time to blink once and then his hips, which she hadn't noticed had been pulled back, slammed against hers with mammoth force. It was likely hard enough to bruise, but she couldn't feel it at all. Her torn claw was barely a ripple in a lake compared to the raging agony that tore through her entire body as his barbed member forced itself into her core in one fell swoop, pushing and pushing until he was fully seated inside of her with their bodies fitted together tightly.
Dovewing let out a curdling scream of agony that echoed through the empty woods surrounding them, her struggles from before ramping up to two-hundred percent as she heaved and sobbed and tried to wrench herself free of the terrible pain. Without any regard for her at all he immediately ripped himself out, shredding her insides with his sizeable barbs and dragging another shrill screech out of the she-cat's open maw. Tears spilled from her eyes carelessly and soaked into the dirt below as he thrust back inside, forcing his cock in and out and in and out of her abused core with great enthusiasm.
Every thrust caused a dull ache to echo out from where they connected, both from her core and her bruised and aching hips, and each time he removed his member it felt like red hot claws whirling around inside of her. For the first few minutes she screamed nearly endlessly, only pausing to choke on her own tears or try to plead with him to please stop, starclan please, anything but this, why me, but the tom had long since tuned her out.
He varied speeds just to keep her on her toes, waiting until her sobs quieted down a bit and then suddenly picking up the pace and slamming into her with reckless abandon. He'd never felt such pleasure in his life; between her incredibly tight core (which was greatly helped by how tense she was) and her pathetic cries, the tom was in heaven.
Dovewing didn't even feel him orgasm; the pain and terror was far too overwhelming. He doubled over her and grasped her scruff in his teeth as he let out a long groan that almost sounded relieved, pressing so hard against her that her belly was flat against the ground. Then, finally, the thrusting slowed, though it did not end immediately. She squeezed her eyes shut and softly cried into the dirt, feeling so miserable that she thought she might never feel anything else ever again. A strange fluid oozed out of her as he slowly came to a stop and then gently removed his member from her body.
"Thanks for the fuck," he snickered, and she listened fearfully as he padded away nonchalantly, like nothing at all had happened.
Dovewing crouched in place for nearly an hour, eyes closed, ears flat, and rear-end up in the air. She was rooted to the spot, so deeply shaken that she feared if she so much as cracked open one eye he would come back and rape her all over again. Her hearing told her that he had long since left, but she couldn't bring herself to trust it.
It was a long time before the forest air began to cool around the stiff she-cat, and Dovewing finally had to crack open one tear-encrusted eye and take in her surroundings. The woods were dim as the sun had begun to set, putting a firm end to this most horrible day. A cool breeze that she normally would've found pleasant rustled through the trees, but now it just blew against her core and reminded her of the humiliating position she was still stuck in. Dovewing let her rear drop and slipped her tail between her legs in some sort of feeble attempt to cover up her shame as she rolled onto her back, staring up at the twilight sky with the glazed-over gaze of a cat who was ruined.
The dark loner whispered the threatening statement into Dovewing's ear as casually as one might talk about the weather. Her skin crawled with disgust at the feeling of his breath puffing onto her cheek, his claws lightly brushing against her throat, but most of all the suspicious sharp prodding she was feeling near her backside. Was that...?
The question hadn't even fully formed before he removed his claws from her throat and shoved her downwards facefirst, grinding her fur into the dirt with a grin of delight. Her hindquarters shot up out of instinct and he quickly took advantage, shoving his muzzle against her private area and eliciting a squeak of shock from her maw as his cold nose pressed against her.
To her shock and absolute horror, the tom then began to lick quite excitedly, slathering his filthy saliva all over her entrance and occasionally pausing to stick his tongue inside of her and wiggle it around like some sort of disgusting snake. The sandpaper texture was simply awful, a strange rough tugging at her previously untouched walls that oddly made her toes curl, even though she was fighting back tears and struggling desperately to kick him away.
White hot shame filled her mind as, even through the disgust and fear and hatred, she realized her body was swiftly heating up. There was an odd knot in her stomach that only grew with each desperate rasp of his tongue, every hot puff of breath against her, and she'd been releasing strange squeaks and whines since he'd started.
"P-please, stop! Anything but this...," she broke her silence to plead, eyes wide and teary. The shame was too much to bear, and she knew she'd never forgive herself if she allowed this awful tom to bring her to climax. He pulled back with a glint in his eyes, licking his lips.
"I thought I told you to be quiet," he sneered, although it seemed like he'd expected and even wanted this to happen. "Well, whatever. I was doing you a favour, but since you don't want it, guess you'll just have to suck it up."
He shuffled around a bit, pushing her rear down as he loomed over her hunched form. Dovewing tried to lift her head to get a better view, but he shoved it back down again with a giggle. His firm chest and stomach pressed down on her back as he lowered himself into a sort of half-squat, forcing her into a crouch that left her completely helpless against his weight. Her heart hammered and her mind swam, tears threatening to spill down her messy face. The fear had become a sort of all-consuming buzzing that left her confused and senses dulled, no longer even trying to escape.
That was, until she felt it.
His stiffened member poking against her entrance.
The fear coalesced into a sharp point and stabbed Dovewing back into reality as she began to struggle and wail, legs kicking in all which ways beneath the tom and claws scoring thin lines in the dirt.
She pleaded desperately, but he only laughed, so she switched into threats and aggression, which caused him to laugh even harder. With each hefty exhale of his chest his member poked her again, renewing her struggles even more. Her vision was turning red and her super-hearing was drowned out with a shrill ringing as she was fully consumed by panic unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Pain lanced up her left paw as one of her claws hooked into a particularly nasty clump of dirt and tore, and she let out a sharp hiss of pain at the suddenness of it, struggles ceasing for a moment.
"Here, let me distract you from that little injury," the tom cooed above her.
She had time to blink once and then his hips, which she hadn't noticed had been pulled back, slammed against hers with mammoth force. It was likely hard enough to bruise, but she couldn't feel it at all. Her torn claw was barely a ripple in a lake compared to the raging agony that tore through her entire body as his barbed member forced itself into her core in one fell swoop, pushing and pushing until he was fully seated inside of her with their bodies fitted together tightly.
Dovewing let out a curdling scream of agony that echoed through the empty woods surrounding them, her struggles from before ramping up to two-hundred percent as she heaved and sobbed and tried to wrench herself free of the terrible pain. Without any regard for her at all he immediately ripped himself out, shredding her insides with his sizeable barbs and dragging another shrill screech out of the she-cat's open maw. Tears spilled from her eyes carelessly and soaked into the dirt below as he thrust back inside, forcing his cock in and out and in and out of her abused core with great enthusiasm.
Every thrust caused a dull ache to echo out from where they connected, both from her core and her bruised and aching hips, and each time he removed his member it felt like red hot claws whirling around inside of her. For the first few minutes she screamed nearly endlessly, only pausing to choke on her own tears or try to plead with him to please stop, starclan please, anything but this, why me, but the tom had long since tuned her out.
He varied speeds just to keep her on her toes, waiting until her sobs quieted down a bit and then suddenly picking up the pace and slamming into her with reckless abandon. He'd never felt such pleasure in his life; between her incredibly tight core (which was greatly helped by how tense she was) and her pathetic cries, the tom was in heaven.
Dovewing didn't even feel him orgasm; the pain and terror was far too overwhelming. He doubled over her and grasped her scruff in his teeth as he let out a long groan that almost sounded relieved, pressing so hard against her that her belly was flat against the ground. Then, finally, the thrusting slowed, though it did not end immediately. She squeezed her eyes shut and softly cried into the dirt, feeling so miserable that she thought she might never feel anything else ever again. A strange fluid oozed out of her as he slowly came to a stop and then gently removed his member from her body.
"Thanks for the fuck," he snickered, and she listened fearfully as he padded away nonchalantly, like nothing at all had happened.
Dovewing crouched in place for nearly an hour, eyes closed, ears flat, and rear-end up in the air. She was rooted to the spot, so deeply shaken that she feared if she so much as cracked open one eye he would come back and rape her all over again. Her hearing told her that he had long since left, but she couldn't bring herself to trust it.
It was a long time before the forest air began to cool around the stiff she-cat, and Dovewing finally had to crack open one tear-encrusted eye and take in her surroundings. The woods were dim as the sun had begun to set, putting a firm end to this most horrible day. A cool breeze that she normally would've found pleasant rustled through the trees, but now it just blew against her core and reminded her of the humiliating position she was still stuck in. Dovewing let her rear drop and slipped her tail between her legs in some sort of feeble attempt to cover up her shame as she rolled onto her back, staring up at the twilight sky with the glazed-over gaze of a cat who was ruined.
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