| I just love this one ----------------------------------------------------------------------------In the Paws of the Enemyby Kashra Corin ran through the underbrush. The sharp thorns ripped through histhick camouflaged pants, drawing blood every so often. Corin didn't notice,the Sheps were after him. He didn't have time to think about small thingslike that. He had dropped everything back at camp, except for a smallpistol. He had thought about taking one of the larger weapons, but they weretoo bulky to help his fast get-away. It didn't matter now. The Sheps werestill looting his campsite right now, he was sure of it. All his friendswere dead, they made sure of that. Corin didn't know why he wasn't killed.Why was his tent the one they didn't check? Why did he have to be the onethat got away? Corin slowed down a bit. He needed to rest a bit. The Sheps probablyweren't chasing him. They would've caught him by now. He came to a stopnearby a large tree, and sat down to think. They had come during the night.He couldn't have done anything! Not a single shot was fired. He had woken upthis morning to the sounds of the Sheps. From what it sounded like, theywere systematically going through the tents, and gathering up theiroccupants. Corin had found enough time to sneak out of his tent before theysearched it. As he ran away, he heard the screams of his companions dying atthe hands of the enemy. "Fuck! They'll pay for that!" Corin whispered under his breath. He wastrained not to let his emotions give him away in this situation. A drop ofsweat dripped into his eye. "Fuck again." He wiped it out with the back ofhis paw. Suddenly, he heard a noise. The snap of a twig, he thought. The thoughthit him like a brick. If there were Sheps taking over his camp, there mustbe more where they came from! He got into a crouching position slowly, notmaking a sound. Where could he be? Corin saw him. It was evident that this bastard was just a scout. Hewasn't taking many precautions to conceal himself. The canine ears werealert, listening for sounds, and he had a rifle strapped to his back. Corinknew he was no match for him. He crawled forward, knowing that a Shep's ears could pick up even thefaintest noises. His own canine body strained to keep his balance as hemoved forward on all fours. The scout couldn't have been more than 16 yearsold. Only a Shep would sign a juvenile like him up for war, Corin thought. The scout looked right at Corin, and he was sure he was caught, but hisblack and brown Rottweiler fur concealed him among the dark greenery. Corincontinued to crawl forward, until he came right next to the scout. Amazinghe still wasn't detected yet. In one quick motion, Corin leapt upwards and tackled the boy to theground. "Well fucker? Huh? How does it feel?" He punched the boy in thegroin, causing the poor scout to curl up on the ground. "How..." anotherpunch to his head, "DOES..." a kick, "IT..." another kick, "FEEL?" The boywas a crying heap on the ground. Corin took the rifle from him. "FuckingSheps will never learn." The scout's clothing was almost freshly ironed, looking very nice incomparison to the shreds that Corin was wearing. Sizing up the boy, hethought that they should be his size as well. In a few seconds, the boy waslaying naked on the floor, and Corin was in a new uniform, that of theenemy. Even in the heat of his anger, Corin couldn't help but admire thebody of this German Shepherd. "Please..." the boy sniffled, "I'm...I'm..." he stuttered. "Shut the fuck up!" Corin pinned the boy, who was already on the groundto begin with. "You idiots really thought you could outwit me? Well, youreally screwed that one up!" Corin felt something against his leg as hepinned the boy. "WHAT?!? You're getting horny off of this?" Corin stared at theerection that had grown out of the boys sheath. He held the pistol up, andpointed it between the scout's eyes. "Do you think I'm some gay fuck? Youreally think so?" "I'm sorry...um...I can't help it. No, sir, I don't think you're gay.I'm not--" "Shut up! I don't want to hear it. You people killed all of my friends!ALL OF THEM!" He placed the guns barrel so that the scout could feel thecold metal against his forehead. "NO! Please..." the Shep pleaded, "I'll do anything. Please oh pleasedon't [CENSOR] me!" He resumed his former state of sniveling and crying. "Why shouldn't I? You signed up for war! Did you think it was going tobe all fun and games?" "No, no!" he sobbed, "I was drafted. I didn't want to be here. I justwant to be home now. Please don't [CENSOR] me, I never did anything..." Corin felt a slight pang of sympathy for the thing. He didn't deserveto be here, to see this. "I'm not like you bastards. I won't [CENSOR] you."Corin got up, and quickly retrieved some strong, thick vines. "But I won'tlet you help them anymore." He picked the boy up, and slammed him against atree. The erection was still there. Corin had to admit, it was a good sizedone for his age. "Fuck, what am I thinking?" Corin found he had been staring at it. Helifted the boy up about one foot from the ground, and bound his arms andlegs around the tree. When he was satisfied that the knots would hold, hefound another fine. He wrapped this one around the scout's muzzle,effectively holding it shut. "There, that should do it." With that, he started to walk away. Thinking of another idea, he turnedback and said, "Oh yes, and when your bastard brothers find you, tell themCorin left you like that." The Shep only nodded, as that was all he coulddo, being bound in such a position. For the next few hours, Corin hiked on. He didn't know which directionhe was going in, he didn't care either. The navigator in his group had beenkilled, so he could only hope to find a way to safe ground. It wasn't longuntil he started to feel the effects of fatigue. "STOP, Rottweiler scum!" The shout came from behind him. A very tiredCorin stopped in his tracks. "Stay where you are. I have a weapon." "I know. Shut up, will you. I have a headache." "I'll have your head for that." Corin felt the barrel of a riflepressed up against his back. He turned around slowly, with his hands up. Hisweapons were stripped from him. "What are you doing out here?" "Admiring the scenery, officer." Corin did his best imitation of awoman, and got in a comical feminine pose. The Shep jabbed Corin in thestomach with the barrel of his gun. "Don't play jokes with me, scum!" Corin just laughed, and when he sawthe gun's barrel go down, just for a split second, he acted. His traininghad taught him many things, and one of them was how to disarm an enemy. Afew seconds later, the gun was lying on the ground with the rest of hisweapons. A hard boot came up and kicked the Shep in his own stomach. "Ok, officer, no more jokes." Corin kept the feminine voice, andlaughed again as he kneed the Shep in the head, knocking him unconscious.Without giving it much thought, he picked up his trusty pistol and shot itright into the "officer's" head. "That should take care of him." He picked up his weapons and continuedon his hike to nowhere. Half an hour passed, and another encounter tookplace. This time, though, there were five of them, and only one of him. "Did you really think we wouldn't notice you killing off one of ourcompanions?" One of the enemy said as they bound his hands and feet. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice you killing off all of mycompanions?" Corin spat back. "I think that's about enough out of you." Another remarked, and thelast thing he remembered is the butt end of a rifle crashing against hisskull.*** When Corin came to, he was in a cell. The surface he was laying on wascold metal, and very uncomfortable. There was a Shepherd guard posted insidehis cell. Looking at the guard's full uniform, he noticed he was wearingnothing but his tags. Grabbing them for reassurance that this was reallyhappening, he sat up. "Well, I guess Death-incarnate has decided to come out of his beautysleep." The guard remarked. Corin recognized his nickname. He must havegotten it from his tags. "Where am I?" "What does it look like?" The guard got up and hollered outside. Thelanguage was different than what Corin spoke, but he knew it was normal forthe guard. "You'll be taken from here to be...inspected...by theadministrator of this building."With that, he dragged Corin to his feet. "We recognize and respect thepersonal value which your tags represent to you, and therefore they have notbeen confiscated." This was a side of the race which Corin had never seen before. Yes,they did mean a lot to him. He clutched the military tags even tighter."Thanks." Another two Shepherds marched in, and they escorted him outside of hiscell. He was marched down a long corridor, and then up a flight of stairs.Another corridor, another flight of stairs, and finally a door. Corin wasamazed that he wasn't restrained at all during this march. But he realizedthat, if he was to run, he would easily have been caught by these twomuscular guards, one on either side of him. The corridors weren't big enoughto fit two men side by side. One guard knocked on the door, "Prisoner 31569 reporting forinspection." A gruff voice from the other side of the door replied, "31569, prisonermay enter. Do not accompany." The door opened from the inside, and the twoguards stood back. Corin, seeing his queue, stepped inside the room. Before he had a chance to take in the scenery, two guards on eitherside of him restrained him and bound his hands together. They forced himonto his knees and one forced his head to bow down. All he saw now was redcarpet. He could see to either side of him that the guards were not wearingany clothing either. "Prisoner 31569? Is that you?" A feminine voice came from directly infront of Corin. He wasn't allowed to lift his gaze up to the speaker, butonly answered in the positive. "A Rottweiler, and a fine one at that." He heard the voice comment."You may prove to be an interesting addition to our group." "What do you mean?" "Well, I think you'll find that out soon enough. So, puppy, how long--" "PUPPY?" Corin yelled. "I'm NOT a puppy!" "You are a puppy if I say you are. Let him see me." On command, theguards lifted his head up. He saw a naked German Shepherd standing in frontof him. Her full breasts drew his attention quickly, and his eyes widened ather beauty. "So, puppy, how long have you served your nation?" Corin snapped out of his awe at the repeated use of 'puppy.' "I saidI'm not a puppy, bitch!" At this the guards growled menacingly, but she heldup her hand and it was silent again. "A bitch am I? Well, my little puppy," she emphasized the word thistime, walking closer to Corin, "we'll see who's the bitch soon enough." "What the fuck do you mean by that?" "What language, coming from such a well-bred puppy as you!" By thistime, she was very close to Corin. A paw lifted his muzzle upwards to meether gaze. "You'll just have to learn some manners! Guards, let's teach him alittle humility, shall we?" That was all that they needed. She backed off and sat on a couch towatch the fun. Corin's hands were unbound, and he was pushed onto all fours.He felt something press against his ass. "You can't do this to me! I'm notfucking gay! Bitch! Did you hear me? You can't do this!" he screamed, to noavail. There were four guards in all, and they surrounded him. Two were oneither side of him, holding him in place. One had moved in front of him, andkneeled down. The last one was, of course, behind him. "Oh, puppy wants to play?" The one in front of him taunted. Coringrowled in answer. The guard massaged his sheath, allowing Corin to watchhis maleness grow. "Puppy knows he's not supposed to bite, right?" Corinknew what was coming, and bared his teeth. The guard raked a claw acrossCorin's muzzle, causing great pain. "Puppy knows, right?" Corin bowed hishead in agreement. He would be sure to bite later. The guard pressed the tip of his penis to Corin's mouth. "Go ahead,puppy." Corin growled again, only to get another rake across his face.Having no other option, he took the length into his mouth. The guard pattedhim on the head, "Good dog." As the guard began to move in and out of his muzzle, Corin felt the dogbehind him become more insistent. He could only take so much humiliation. Healready had a full Shepherd cock buried in his maw, this one wouldn't get inthe other end, not if he could help it. Corin spat out the shaft that was inhis muzzle, "Fuck you, you twisted bastard!" "Ok puppy, that's enough out of you." the guard shoved his cock backdown Corin's throat. "Now be a good boy and suck!" Corin knew he wouldn'tlive another day if he bit down...so he followed directions. The dog behind him forced his way up his ass. He couldn't hold him offanymore. The guard behind him reached over his back and grabbed his sheath.Corin noticed then, that he was actually getting excited by all of this. Hislength was exposed, waiting for the guard to play with it. "Ah, puppy likesthis game, doesn't he?" Corin's instincts began to take over when he felt the hand grab hisdick. He began to hump it vigorously. The guards fucked him in unison to hismotions. They continually encouraged him with statements like "There's agood boy" and such. He didn't mind them being condescending, right now, hejust wanted to shoot his load. The guard behind him began to fuck him harder. He slammed his hips intohim, and Corin felt the hot cum fill his insides. The hand stopped massaginghis penis, and he removed his shaft form Corin. The other guard was stillfucking his mouth, and so he kept sucking. Corin found that the guard behind him was soon replaced by another onewho used him in the same manner. He was actually glad it did, because nowanother hand massaged his aching cock. Now it was the turn of the guard infront of him to cum. He came hard into Corin's throat. Without any otherchoice, Corin swallowed as much as he could. The rest overflowed and randown his neck and forearms. The taste was not something that he enjoyed. Theother feeling that were racking his body kept him from noticing the saltystuff. Like the guard behind him, the one in front of him was replaced. Thehand that was exciting him never let him come to his climax. The pleasurewas immeasurable. A few minutes passed off this constant buggering, andfinally the dog behind him came. Again, Corin's ass was filled with hot,sticky fluid. Seconds later, Corin's mouth overflowed with the cum of thesecond guard who forced himself upon him. The hand left his penis again. All the guards withdrew from him,leaving him with nothing but an erection. He was put back onto his knees,and his hands were bound again. "So, did puppy enjoy himself?" The voice of the female came once againfrom in front of him. "What about my erection?" "I asked you a question." "NO! I never came!" Corin exploded. "Oh, puppy didn't like it? That's too bad. I think that puppy needs togo and sleep it off. Maybe he'll like it tomorrow." "Oh fuck! No, puppy likes it. Puppy wants it. Please...let puppy cum!"Corin pleaded. "So puppy did like? That's good. I'm sure you'll get more of it later.But I can entertain that wish of yours for now." She waved to one of theguards. He moved in front of Corin, and knelt down onto all fours. He liftedhis tail, and waited. Corin's hands were unbound again by the other three."Go ahead, puppy, don't you want to cum?" the woman taunted. Corin didn't want to fuck the dog. He wasn't gay. But he needed to cum,more than anything else. Considering the alternatives, he practically jumpedonto the waiting guard. His penis slid easily into the waiting hole. Hefucked as hard as he could, getting back at the dog for what he had done tohim. Corin felt great imposing himself on the Shepherd. Waves of pleasureran up his cock and through his body as the insides of the guard hugged hislength. It took only a few thrusts to milk Corin of his seed. He shot hiswarm cum into the male, waiting for the last drop to leave beforewithdrawing himself. No time was wasted after he removed his prick from the guard's ass. Hewas hauled onto his feet, and escorted back to his cell immediately. In thesemi-privacy he now had, he looked down at his only item of clothing, histags. They were still covered in the guard's seed. Corin lifted them up, andlicked them clean. It tasted salty, and he hated it as much as anything, buthe felt it was his obligation to keep those tags clean. The rest of the cumwhich had solidified in drops on his fur could wait. He patted his sheath,remembering how much pleasure he got from the experience, and decided it wasworth it all. Back in the room, the strange woman checked off on her list,'Inspection - Passed.' Beckoning to her guards, she left the room with themand walked into her bedroom, which was next door. "That was very enjoyablefor you, wasn't it?" The four nodded in agreement. "Good." She lied down on her bed, and spread her legs, revealing herfurry femininity. "Now lets see how well you can fuck a bitch!" The guards willingly accepted her invitation. |
