Broken Spirits Can Swim

Broken Spirits Can Swim Ch. 8

THIS CHAPTER IS GOING TO BE DARK. TRIGGER WARNING!!!

As the bass from the party thumped in her ears, all she was focused on was the paw behind her head and the throbbing canine meat in her muzzle. She looked up at the male, trying her best to take every inch and give as much pleasure as possible though she was inexperienced, having gagged a few times.

"That's a good girl, you work that shaft," the canine moaned out loud, his paw gripped her hair as he worked his cock in and out of the raccoons small muzzle, "by the end of this you'll be taking the full length."

His words seemed filled with encouragement and praise but his eyes seem to hold a different feeling entirely, full of malice and indignation over the smaller fur. She continued to try and please him, one of her paws gripped the bottom of her dress each time she gagged, which started to become more frequent with him now in control of her head.

His claws dug into the raccoon's scalp as he thrusted deeper, drool dripped off her muzzle and his balls as he kept his eyes on her. A growl escaped his throat as he looked at her, "you stupid bitch, I almost had him. He was so close to being nothing more then a compliant bitch in heat for me but you had to interrupt us."

Heather's ears flickered at his words, her eyes meeting his and seeing the hatred in them. She tried to grab his thighs, to claw at them and get free of his grasp but the moment they came up together his tail quickly bound them against her chest. She whimpered and gagged, unable to escape the facial assault Kyne was forcing on her.

"Now I have to work extra hard to make him a wanton bitch," he smacked her muzzle hard, his claws cut deep into her flesh, "and to do that you need to disappear." Kyne's words were cold and malicious as his thrusts became increasingly violent, forcing more and more of his shaft down her throat.

The raccoon gagged and choked on the shaft, unable to pull back or close her muzzle around him to bite, with each inch being forced down she lost more and more of her ability to breathe. His balls smacked her chin as both his paws now dug into her scalp, blood coated his claws and her hair.

Kyne snarled and pushed her face to the base of his cock, his knot pushed into her muzzle and locking them together as he began unloading down her throat, "and since I've been in a pent up mood you worthless fur fag," his hips jerked forward as he watched the raccoon's panic filled eyes, "I might as well use you before I dispose of you."

The canine held her there, his own pleasure soon finished down her gullet as he watched her body struggle, her whimpers nothing more then gagged sounds. She struggled and thrashed as the lack of oxygen began causing her vision to darken, her violent movements started to become sluggish and slow.

Heather looked up at him, her vision of him blurred and dark as she tried to beg him with gagged whimpers to let her go but his claws in her scalp never released. She tried to bite down but the knot stopped her muzzle from closing as her brain began shutting down, slowly it forced her body still.

He had a wicked grin on his muzzle as he watched the bitch beneath him slowly black out, though he knew it wouldn't end her. Once her body stopped moving and slumped in darkness he removed his tail from her paws and grabbed a knife out of his back pocket. "Time to rid myself of this bitch," he began pulling his cock free of her muzzle as he jammed the knife into her throat, the tip just catching the underside of his cock which caused him to yelp, "fucking hell." His shaft pop free with a small cut just below his head as the raccoon's body fell over. Her body sensed the blockage in the throat gone and tried to draw in air but only got blood down her throat, now being drowned in her own blood as the fur's body did it's final few death spasms before falling still.

The canine cut the raccoon's dress and used it to stop the bleeding on his own shaft as he pocketed his knife. He growled and spat on the body, "fucking bitch had to get me cut on my dick." He left the room after fixing his attire, locking the door behind him to deal with the lifeless fur later as he returned to the party.