Collab with thestoryman69 who wrote the story potion.
There's plans for multiple parts, so we'll see how far this goes.
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De-Programmed
Part 1
Part 1
Edwin had been waiting for hours, sitting in his car leering out past the window with his eyes like turquoise tarns to the dark city streets beyond. He wrapped himself in his black coat reaching for another sip of his energy drink. He needed to focus tonight, despite this being his usual routine the past few weeks tonight was the night. He knew the timing, the schedule and the routines and now it was time to engage his prey.
\tTaking a gulp he let the invigorating sensation pulse through him as the time approached. Like a child on the eve of their favorite holiday it was time for his present. Edwin would take his reward for his patience and hard work. His eyes darted to the clock for a moment. “10:57” He muttered to himself with a calm monotone. A few more minutes. He thought. Just a few more minutes and he could take his hands to their target, wrench his own fortune to be free from his social poverty. His thoughts on this brought his snowy white clawed fingers over his steering wheel squeezing it tightly as his muscles ached with excitement. The leathery surface of the ring creaked from the tension till he released. His breathing normalized with a single blink of his eyes.
\tHe motioned for his things in his passenger seat giving a passing glance to the dim parking lot. 10:59. Almost time. His target liked to stay late and close up shop making sure as many loose ends as possible were tied up. It was the thoroughness which caught his eye at first along with the general care she took to maintain her body. After confirming the contents of the bag he pulled out the mask to hide the white of his face along with the pair of gloves for his hands. The white of his fur was much much more visible than that of his primary color, black; which coated back and arms. However caution called for such actions as covering anything that could easily be seen.. Despite being near the edge of the city limits, the office did have a few street lamps in the parking lot for safety. The barely compliant lighting was just a scant deterrent to a committed individual such as Edwin.
\tEdwin grabbed his gloves pausing for a moment, did he really want to not feel it? A high degree of caution was required for such a critical moment. He had ruled out so much, waited for so long for the moment when the opportunity would be greatest. He could afford himself the one luxury of feeling the heat of the flesh beneath the silken fur with his bare clawed fingers. 11:00 It was time to move. He let go of the gloves in the duffle bag, pulling the shoulder strap over his chest and tightening it as he stepped out of his vehicle slowly. It would take her about 3 minutes to get from the 5th floor down. She took the stairs, liked the exercise, that was an aspect about her that he prized;It suggested she would be capable of taking care of herself without his direct supervision. A feeling he quickly smothered with focus. He had to get into position without letting the exterior cameras see him.
\tGently closing the car door his catlike instincts took over, his pupils expanded to the maximum diameter taking in all the light they could. To perceive as much as possible of his prey. Only to the most perceptive would he seem like a shadow through pitch as he leaned into each precise step pivoting between shadows toward the side of the building. Early arrival allowed her to park relatively close. A good work ethic which others envied, which at the same time made her prideful, pride was exactly what he wanted in a target. Just as she took delight in her work so too did he in his. The alley closest to the lot had little to no real coverage of light, even if the cameras were trained on that section of the lot they would just record her walking into oblivion and to his sweet embrace. He Came up to the corner and looked at his watch. 11:02 Ahead of time! While he was a bit far from his vehicle due to the particular advantages of his parking space at the edge of the lot. Now he just had to wait, any second now. The pounding of his heart resonated over his body and down to his fingertips making it feel as though the very building he leaned against suffered from the same rumbling tremors. His blood seethed with anticipation as the moment arrived. The door at the side of the office opened.
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\tLiana did it. With this last week as assistant manager and James’ retirement finally taking effect she would get what she deserved. It had taken years of scrambling up the ladder, never taking “no” for an answer, fighting tooth and claw. But Now what she knew was a glass ceiling that she expertly cut a hole through she would become Regional Manager of the marketing department. The last few hours of work were like the last thousand weekends combined as she reached into her jacket pocket for her keys. For a moment she allowed herself a giddy jig as she stepped from the out into the fresh air of the night, ready to drive home to her last weekend in a position she knew was beneath her. However suddenly she was falling backwards. Had she tripped? The restrictive skirt that she had to wear in order to play to the powers that be accentuated her voluptuous frame. Clearly combined with the heels that her manager insisted she wear, the absolute minimum she could manage of a short 2 inch heel clearly was beyond her skill to control. That was till she felt the pain along the back of her calf, she was struck.
\tAs her back slammed against the pavement below a silhouette only defined by the abyssal tarns that reflected the light of the alley beyond the tenebrae she found herself in. They held her in their gaze just as the palms grasped her neck. Crushing her throat and cutting off her ability to scream. Whoever the attacker was had mounted her abdomen sitting on her waist. She flailed her legs with such fervor the asphalt tore at her stockings. Flinging her arms against the attacker, who in his intense focus, was seemingly unphased by her meek assault.
\tShe tried to wrench her legs up to push him off her abdomen as he straddled her chest as he weighed down on her more than the restrictive corset making breathing even harder as it was. The skirt however again made her knee strikes merely soft nudges as her muscles were not built for such a battle. All the effort she put into making herself presentable so she could maneuver around and prey upon men’s desires now turned back upon her. Working to keep her figure didn’t build muscle in a way that would help her here as the strangled void encroached at the edges of her vision. Rasped choked cries were all she could muster as her brain was denied the necessary blood to keep her conscious.
\tThe battle was beyond her as hard slaps turned to disgruntled nudges and finally soft caresses against her attacker. For a moment there seemed to be an opening with her frail glance off her attacker's face. Too late however, all strength left her as his clawed palms squeezed the awareness from her. Quiet oblivion welcomed her to the land of slumber.
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\tEdwin stepped back for a moment as his victim lay upon the shadowed tar of the asphalt. Conquest complete, victory established. He trembled as his nervous system flooded his mind vast amounts of chemical delights. She was his…. His… Wait no. He needed to ground himself. Grasping his palms he took a breath of refreshing sanity back in then let out the gluttonous, lustful instinct which wisped out from his nostrils as predatory vapor in the chilled winter air. The hunt was done, but now came the delivery of meat to the butcher. Edwin shook his head at that metaphor as he reached down to her supple frame. Her body radiating an intense warmth which he relished through his palms as he drew out the rope and bound her as he had practiced. While a bit harder on an actual person it still did not take him long to have a quite easy to carry package with functional handholds within his grasp.
\tHoisting her soft body up he steeled himself again as the desire arose within him to merely have his way here and now. With great care he strode through the shadows with his precious cargo, avoiding the vision of any mortal or machine to daintily deposit his quarry in the rear of his vehicle. Sedating her further with a slurry of chemicals to assure a quiet drive to her new home as well as an easy time fitting on her delightful new attire. She was going to love her new life, or else.
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\tLiana’s body was heavy, it felt hard to move through the haze between the gulfs of slumber and awareness. Her eyes jittered open through the paralyzing topor, when the bright light reflected off her surroundings she quickly shut them again to quiet the screeching agony of her thunderous headache. Did she get drunk? Blackout drunk cause she was guaranteed the promotion? She started to stretch her limbs till she realized they were immobile. She tugged again to find no success, slowly she allowed her eyes to open and adjust to the light. Her surroundings were desolate, unfinished. Concrete beneath her chilled her bare paws as she moved to stand only to again find binding immobility.
\tTurning her head to look to her body she found her body bare to the elements of her surroundings.She wanted to scream as she took in a breath and let out a haggard cry through a mouth held agape by some thick steel ring pulled taut against the back of her jaws; her tongue pried out through it as she tugged on it to try and gain some of the prehensile control only to find a sharp piercing pain. Her tongue was pierced now. PIERCED!! What whorish decoration had she allowed to occur to her? Had she allowed it? What was happening?! Who did this to her?! She started to panic. No. No! NO! Where Am I!? What is this?!
\t“Ah. Awake are we.” a voice, someone's voice. She struggled harder against the bindings, pulling as hard as she could with her aching body still bruised and sore from the night prior as it started to come back to her. I was attacked! I… I was taken! Kidnapped! Raped!? RAPED?! She whipped her through the air in a frenzy. Urging her body to stand yet finding it bio-mechanically impossible in her current state. Her legs, forced open by a thick steel bar, bare, presenting her vulnerable femininity to the dour dungeon she was bound to. She screamed again only letting out a haggard rasped whimper that burned her throat. A phlegmy wheeze gurgled from her trachea as she resigned;her voice was not the key to her escape. Her new thick collar made it even more difficult as it was pulled tight around her neck.
\tHer aching body resisted her commands to struggle, lethargic squirms of her arms bound tight at the base of her back forcing her to hold her posture in her kneeling state. At several points she probed at the anchors to her bindings. Finding that her body was held up by several points to ease the stress on her slender frame. A leash, A FUCKING LEASH clasped to her collar as she let her fur stand on end. If she had the chance the man that did this to her would be fucking scalped. There was no way he would get out with his balls. No he would be a fucking girl as she fucked him with his own castrated dick before feeding him his own eyes. No one fucks with the assistant manager of marketing.
\t“Now that you are awake we can get started. No point if you can’t feel it.” Her enemy appeared as he strode in, common business casual. Like some low tier worker that wouldn’t even be allowed on her floor.. The vile thing however was the disgusting hard on he strode in with, as erect with confidence as his gait. She turned her head. The bruised muscles of her throat cried out as she pulled back fruitlessly in protest as he viciously grabbed her hair and wrenched her face forward. She lost all focus for a moment making her unable to muster any resistance as he rammed his cock into her gaping maw.
\tShe had seen bigger dicks but none had been so deep so fast. Her throat screamed as she struggled to pull back but his strength far outweighed hers as he grabbed her head with both hands. He pulled back just to ram it in again holding it as deep as possible for several seconds. Panic again started to set in. He is going to kill me. He is going to suffocate me with is dick. I am going to die strangled to death by some shit for brains in a basement god knows where on some dirty fucking cat cock!
\tAfter a few seconds he eased up as she whipped her head back gasping desperately to feed her starved lungs for precious air. “That was a good start.” He presented his cock to her again which she again immediately turned away. “I see.” He grasped her hair again and slammed it down. He grasped her hair and buried her head in his crotch. This time however as the tip of his cock delved into her esophagus a sudden immense ecstasy erupted in her loins.
\tShe shuddered in mentally paralyzing rapture causing her to lose focus on her resistance. “There we are.” he proceeded to fuck her face again, while turning up the vibrators intensity. It caught her off guard for sure but she wasn’t going to just surrender to this- the rhythm of his thrusts elevated suddenly as her nose slammed into his groin repeatedly, faster and faster. The burning delight that radiated so joyously from her womanhood sent tremors through her whole body. Somewhere between the concussive whine of her headache; the barbed stings of her throat; and the blissfully paralyzing rapture that blazed from her loins she lost herself for a moment. She came, just as he did into her. Wrapping both hands around the back of her head. Struggling to shove every inch as deep as possible down her aching throat as he could. She could feel it as it trickled down into her gullet.
\tShe lost, abandoned in this place, on her knees before some corporate peon; she lost. Her body again begged for air that she would not receive as the world started to blink out again. This can’t be healthy. The sardonic whisper in her mind told her in oxygen deprived madness, till again, she lost herself at the gulf of her awareness.
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End of Part 1