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\n\t\t\t\t\t| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tJake could not remember ever being in a rage more potent than in that moment... Taking the bird had been pure euphoria, both in its base carnal conquest and in speaking to the latent predatory instincts all cats felt from time to time. The girl’s light weight and utterly submissive tendencies when pressed allowed him to do whatever he pleased with her, and he had taken full advantage of that weakness to incredible effect. The rumors were also proven to be quite true about cloacal penetration, adding a unique flavor to this most amazing moment. ... And then suddenly, from out of nowhere, that perfect moment was gone, replaced with a sudden pain in the back of his neck. It had taken a moment for the stunned man to gather himself, having fallen to his knees and dropped the bird from his still-raging erection. But he did finally manage to turn around to discover the identity of his mysterious attacker. It was one of the girls from before, the alley cat; as he recalled, she had been the one in a fight with the bully to protect his victim earlier. It seemed she was not above punching above her weight, as it were, because just as soon as he’d identified her in his mind did she unleash another kick, this time aimed for his face. Jake had been able to raise an arm in defense of the brazen attack but he was still left sore and reeling. The girl was a good deal stronger than she looked and clearly had no fear of him being bigger than her; she must have had some level of martial arts training. As he scrambled to his feet, made slightly more difficult by the pain lancing through his wrist where it had been struck, Jake felt no fear for his safety or trepidation at the thought of being caught in the act. No, the only thing that ran through the man’s mind in that moment was white hot rage. How dare this little fucking bitch ruin his perfect moment?! How dare she raise her fists against him?! This would not stand...! Jake was no fighter, and in fact had been on the receiving end of bullying as a cub himself, but what he did have was surprisingly high speed and reflexes owing to his breed’s own wild ancestors. It wasn’t easy by any means as the girl struck with practiced precision, amplified by her natural claws, but Jake was able to dodged and deflect her assault with only minimal damage to his person. Still he was unable to stop her completely, nor could he wipe that increasingly confident look from her youthful face, which only served to further enrage the man. If thing had continued as they were, it was very likely that Jake would have lost the fight. His career, his freedom would be stolen from him by a cub... But as luck would have it, as he was being backed into a corner, he stumbled into the fallen bird. The poor girl had been struck dumb by the trauma of what he’d been doing to her before, and had done little more than curl into a ball in the time the fight had been going on. More importantly though, as they moved over her, the other girl hesitated for a moment, not wanting the other girl to be trampled in the melee. It had only been a moment, but the instinctive part of him had seized upon the weakness it found in his attacker. Grabbing the bird from the ground in one hand (the poor thing was frozen solid in his grasp) and holding her between them, he watched as the other girl backed off in uncertainty, scowling at him but unable to do anything. He had the advantage now and he knew just what to do with it... Without warning, he shoved the bird forward, forcing her to stumble towards the cat who in turn was forced to try to awkwardly catch her. In that same moment, Jake dashed forward and, behind the other girl, finally landed a solid blow to the damn cat’s gut. No matter the girl’s skills, it seemed she was no match for an adult’s strength... She doubled over, but remained defiant. But Jake was having none of it. He tackled the stunned cub to the ground, one hand closing over her neck while he continued to pound her chest until the girl’s resistance ceased and she passed out... With the threat passed, Jake tried to calm himself down, but the predator in him was completely enraged, fueled by the dull but constant ache from the myriad of fresh cuts and bruises he’d suffered at the hands of this little white knight cunt. It would not be allowed to stand. She would pay in spades for her folly. With the time to think, the cheetah finally recalled the bizarre secret he’d discovered underneath the school some time ago. While he was certainly no closer to figuring out why such a thing would exist there, it would serve as the perfect backdrop to his revenge. Jake reached down to the unconscious cub, dragging her along with one hand. As he turned towards the door, he spotted the bird; the poor thing finally, it seemed, had gathered her senses enough to attempt to crawl away from the horrible scene. Unfortunately for her, she hadn’t made it far enough out of the classroom before her attacker spotted her and dragged her back with his free hand. He took the two girls none-too-gently to the unmarked door, down the staircase into the dungeon. Into the first room, he tossed the still body of the cat aside while he sought out some means to keep the bird busy. He wasn’t done with her, but she would have to wait. First though, he would mete out justice against that brazen little bitch that dared to wound him... When the girl finally did come to and discovered her peril, rather than fear she favored him with contempt and defiance. That was fine with him though, as his hatred of her hadn’t waned in the slightest as he waited for his chance to punish her properly. How long she’d be able to keep up that facade didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was that she be present while he wrings out every last drop of his retribution from her little body...\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
Justice fails again! just like in the rest of the world...
This is one of the darker things I've written, even compared to my usual fare, but the show must go on. So what we've learned today is that Jake is not a fighter but he is inherently underhanded, as befitting a villain of Jake's caliber. He's not exactly in the business of targeting girls that are really capable of defending themselves from him usually, after all. Admittedly, I tried not to get too real with this story sequence. The violence is less fun when it's not sexual violence after all so...
For as log as this took to get out (had to change artists a couple of times on this as I recall), I absolutely love the final result. The mutual contempt in their eyes and the attention to detail in this dungeon suite... Man, I really want this room for myself. I've heard some interesting things about the one-bar prison and it's quickly becoming one of my favorites as well. Expect to see that pop up again in the future.
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