What woke me was the lack of sound...Holly's bed was usually squeaking by the efforts of one of her 'friends' or she was enjoying the use of one of her toys. And for another thing, I was very comfortable and felt…loose. Wondering if I had accidentally gotten drunk somehow, I lazily lifted my eye lids. The second I did, memories from the past night surged through my mind. The rape, the sound of a car moving…I sat up quickly, tensing. But I was alone on a large, soft bed with gentle pastel-blue coverings and pillows. The room itself was of decent size, clean and only had a desk and a cabinet, and one single chair near the door. The walls were a dull white, and it took me a moment to realize just what kind of pictures were hanging about the walls.
They were…of me. I felt the skin under my cheeks grow warm as I observed a framed picture of me in the library, leaning over to pick up a dropped book. However had taken the picture had been somewhere behind me, and had gotten a good shot of my butt. The other pictures depicted the same sense of ‘sexiness’…and I could tell that one was new. At once, I knew that Holly must have taken these pictures. The one nearest by the bed looked as to be taken from the dorm room doorway, a strained expression on my face as Jim was set in the motion of plunging into me. What kind of sick place was this….?
I swung my legs off of the bed, and noticed that I was not wearing any clothes. My whiskers twitched, but I froze as I heard the faintest of sounds from behind the door. I instantly looked around for something to defend myself…but unless I could somehow smother someone with a pillow, I was out of luck. Aah well, at least I had my claws at my expense this time!
There was the click of the door being unlocked, and a female fox popped her head in, her short hair fanning majestically about her face. It was Holly.
“She finally wakes! It’s been the better of three hours. Mmm, you look very nice without clothes. That’s what I like about this place—clothes are banned. But there are a many other things that makes this place very worthwhile.” She grinned, slipping around the door and clicking it firmly shut behind her. I stood, eyes narrowed and ready to defend myself. The vixen just laughed sweetly at me, pointing at my paws. I blinked, looking at them. I hadn’t noticed before, but strapped to my paws were some kind of hard material that covered the places were I could extend my claws. I tried, but nothing happened. I looked down and realized the same thing was on my feet.
I had let my guard down, and Holly sprung at me and had me trapped on the bed before I could move another muscle. I tensed as she grinded her mound into mine, and I tried to get her off of me…but this time she was prepared for what I could do. And she proved to be stronger than me, and managed to snake a hand behind my neck and press a very sensitive spot that only my parents had known about. My struggling stopped instantly, I could not move as long as she was even slightly pressing against that area on my neck. Holly grinned in satisfaction, and with her free hand she spread the lips of her pussy wide and settled back onto me, and continued to fuck me in that odd fashion. It was odd, having the two surfaces slide over one another, lubricated by the vixen’s juices and, to my horror, my own.
Holly was moaning softly as she picked up the pace, and even though it was bringing up a satisfactory feeling into my depths, I once again refused to issue any noise and let my mind wander…though it was hard to not come back to the current situation, being screwed by a girl I despised enough as it was already. Whether or not I liked it, I felt an orgasm coming, and Holly must have too. She let go of my weak spot and clamped her hands over my arms, breathing hard as she tried to work herself deeper into me, and I even felt her clit open up against mine. My body was all for this, while my mind was screaming for it all to just stop! My back arched, and Holly let out a sweet yip as our juices trickled out of our pussies as we both came at the same time.
Holly laid herself on top of me, her large breasts plopping onto my smaller ones. She grinned in satisfaction, wiggling slightly. “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment you came to be my dorm ‘mate’. And you are still so tight…that needs to be fixed before you meet Terry. Why don’t you moan?” she stroked my face, but I only glared at her. “I could see it in your eyes…it felt good. No one likes a silent, lifeless fur ball, even though you are quite beautiful. We’ll need to fix that, too” When I didn’t answer, she chuckled, positioning herself over me again. As I began to struggle, she whipped out a claw and began to inch it to the back of my throat. I swallowed, shivering. It felt too odd and uncomfortable to be unable to move…Holly murred and set her paw back down. “If you don’t struggle, then I won’t be forced to paralyze you, got it?”
Of course, I didn’t say anything. With one hand Holly spread the moist lips of my pussy with one hand and her own with the other hand, and meshed into me. I caught my breath, for it felt so odd yet so good at the same time. And there Holly went at it again, pressing down on me with all her strength and rapidly bucking her hips against mine. Wet sucking sounds echoed around the otherwise quiet room, and the fox began to moan and groan again, suddenly licking my right tit, then sucking on it as she further increased her speed. I wiggled underneath her, my breathing quiet but rapid as I once again felt myself nearing an orgasm. It was so very hard not to join in on the moaning…!
I didn’t notice Jim, the bovine, enter the room until he appeared over Holly, grinning at me. He brought his hands to settle on Holly’s rapidly moving hips, and pushed down, using his hands to propel her even faster against me. I had to bite my bottom lip prevent myself from screeching out with this pleasure, my head tilting back as my body began to arch in succession of the vixen’s pumping. Holly was moaning up a sweet storm, her head tilting up in opposition of mine as she gave up her suckling. A violent orgasm tore at me, and my nerves sung in bliss as I rocked up against my enemy. But I managed to not make a sound, even though Holly was making up for it. She lumped down on me again, and we both breathed hard, and I could feel our juices run through my fur. Jim frowned down on me, and easily picked Holly up into his arms and off of me. I was too tired to move, and currently didn’t give a darn as he continued to frown at me.
“We cannot take her to Terry until she decides to start making some kind of noise. Frey…” he gently put Holly on her feet, and was suddenly leaning over me. I tensed as he glared back at me. “Frey, I am going to get a noise out of you…even if it’s a cry of pain.”
[ My Trial--Part Three will be coming soon! Find out who Terry is, and how exactly Jim and Holly get Frey to scream...>:3]
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