Sinful_whispers
~ThE PeRfEcT ImPeRfEcT~
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( Closed for MusicanKane and I)
She curled up in the silver corner; her arms outstretched as her fur’d fingers gripped the steel rods that held her in and the entire world out. Her breathing was erratic, her heart raced within her chest as her grip tightened. The cold steel was a reminder she was now a prisoner. Her knotted tress hung down over her once bright blue eyes that held a shimmer. Others used to tell her eyes were the color of sapphires with a diamond within each one when they sparkled. Her Chestnut brown locks once held a healthy sheen, now greasy, grimy and knotted up in small knots through its length, her once pristine white fur now dingy and black, matted just like her hair as she closed her eyes.
She shook the steel as hard as she could, stretching her legs out she kicked the rods, and nothing, and she was a caged animal, a wild one at that. Her fingers slipped from the bars, as she curled her legs under her wrapping her arms around herself to find any sort of comfort within the night. A voice deep and raspy yelled out, screaming and shrieking, quickly she covered her ears as others joined in like a pack of wild coyotes that howled within the night.
Dropping her head down as far as her back would bend and allow her too; she sobbed softly, silent tears. They wouldn't have been silent if the world around her wasn't filled with wild animals in cages screaming into the darkness. She held her breath for as long as she could, to keep out as much as the stench of piss and fecal matter as possible. Within her mind she couldn't stop the sounds that were once of her world, the sounds of the night when she used to prowl and play within the shadows.
The last she remembered was being in the woods, she was sleeping so peacefully dreaming when she heard the cries and screams of terror echoing about. Rising from bed, she opened her eyes and then darkness settled in. She woke with shackled upon her feet, and cuffs around her wrists, her eyes blindfolded so she couldn’t see where she was going. There were male voices, voices that smelt badly and in great need of hygiene. A flow of heavy smelling whiskey was smelt when these men were close by, her captors. Their body stunk of days with no showering, it could make you gag and throw up.
She felt like a dirty little pig, when they would take their turns fucking her, one after another jabbing their tongue down her throat, each time she resisted she would feel a heavy hand upon her face, or her back. Every now and then she would try and fight back, and then the world would go black as she’d pass out. Each time she did, she’d hope she wouldn’t awaken, she’d hoped it was her turn to cross over to the other realm to have peace.
Wondering how she knew her name as they called it out, making fun of it, tossing snide sexual remarks. It wasn’t just her, there were others, others were in the same place she was, shackled and cuffed together human and furs alike. The cries of females getting savagely raped and bruised, beaten if they screamed, cried or called for help. The howls and mews grew louder and louder as she tried to fold her ears over to stop the sounds.
They traveled for what seemed days, weeks as it all began to run together. No speaking was allowed, if you spoke you got hit in the mouth, if you resisted you got beaten till you couldn’t move. One quickly found out you do as told and speak only when spoken too. She sighed softly, lifting her head from her knees as the moon shone brightly down upon them all.
Her nightgown was once long and white, made of the finest silk blends, now tattered dirty and smelling like a wet dog’s fur. Crawling to the edge she looked out of the cage, suddenly hands from both sides grabbed for her calves, her ankles as she quickly pulled then back into a ball. The one in the steel cage under her began to grope at her as she whimpered then leaned down and bit the fingers of the young male under her. Scurrying about she stepped the best she could upon his fingers with her paw, he left loose only to grab at her again as she bit his flesh, taking a chunk out, teaching him a lesson as she spit it out the front of her cage. A piece of his flesh lay there as he screamed like the others into the night. She wouldn’t go without a fight, she was tired and weak but still had that little bit of spunk within her.
The sun would be up soon, she knew what that meant. Each day a different group gone, not sure whether that was good or not, never knowing one’s own destiny. Was it her turn today? Was it her now to be gone from this stench hole? She’d finally fallen asleep letting her mind wonder to that place of long time ago where the memories were starting to fade.
She had bee awoken suddenly by a freezing cold wave of water upon her body. Her torn and tattered gown ripped from her as she tried to shield the water from her body. Hearing loud laughter as she reached for her dingy gown, feeling it ripped from her fingers. Her body thin, her ribs showing through her wet fur as she grasped again at the air and screamed out. The sun blinding her eyes so she could hardly see, as the water continued to hit her with force pushing her against the bars of the steel cage she was held within. She tried spreading her wings to wrap around her feline form but they were bound to her back and the tips clipped.
“Your turn little pussy bitch, today is your lucky day!” she heard a man shout. “Such a shame we lose our favorite little feline fuck slut!” The cage door opened with a creaking sound, her neck pulled hard as her head went back. “Come on, let’s go, or my men will have you for their morning treat!” She felt her body getting yanked out, as she fell to the ground with a loud thump. Groping hands felt upon her as she was drug behind them, trying to stand but kicked down to all fours to crawl like an animal across the gravel. She was once again placed in another cage this one different from the first.
They backed her in, as hands gripped her hips quickly hosed down once more as she was forced backwards pulled hard. Her tiny anal opened forced open wide as she could feel cool metal inserted within it as she screamed out like a wild animal. Her mouth stuffed with another piece of metal as her collar was held tightly thru the bars of the cage, the door shut as a make shift metal six inch cock was forced down her throat. She was on her knees stuck between two steel faux cocks.
The cage was lifted, her body nude as she felt them lower her upon a platform, many eyes upon her as she heard the bidding begin. “Here we go, white fur, onyx winged female feline middle twenties, from a good bloodline…disease free, needs a bit of fattening up. She rough and needs to be trained, perhaps with a bit of discipline she will make some man, beast or demon a great little fuck slave, or servant of sorts! Who will start the bidding for her?”
She heard the sounds around her, the eyes upon her as they walked around her looking her over…"Ten pounds...thirty pounds…!” the numbers went up slowly as she struggled against the steel in both ends of her body, the more she struggled the more either end took. Lowering her eyes, she slowly closed them, the smell of cologne so thick; mixed with cigars and Hollings of names and sexual things she tried to block it all out.
“SOLD!” …he shouted nice and loud. He leaned down and whispered to her, “Slut you got lucky you piece of furry fuck meat.” Then he stood back up as they brought the next cage up on the platform and carted her off.
Her cage was carried off as four men took it to another place where she awaited her new owner to pay up. The door stayed locked as they hung the chain to her collar upon the corner of the cage. In the distance she could hear that same man auction off another just as they did her. Her heart raced, she tried to swallow with the steel cock within her mouth, practically down her throat. She never got to see who was behind the voice that bought her, so fear settled in; knowing her luck it was so old, smelly, hairy fat man that chain smoked cigars. One that lacked couth and class like those that had stolen her from her bed so long ago.
Footsteps heard upon the gravel as her heart felt as it were going to jump from her throat, seeing black leather boots. She raised her eyes and looked to him; all she could see was his long black leather trench coat, the collar pulled up and a nice black leather type hat upon his head the brim shaped as it leaned to one side covering his dark hair.
The cage door opened...