Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Tobias Foxx
Title: Breaktime Shorts 1
Part: BTS 01
Summary: A timed writing exercise 'money shot' quickie.
Keywords: Furry, Mf, rape, inc, abuse

   10 min Wolf Incest Rape

   ------------------------------------------------ Stories in this series
are simple timed writing exercises.  As the series title suggests, they are
written during my breaks at work.  As such, most will be very short,
rushed, and lacking all but the most basic character building. 
Essentially, they'll mostly be "money shot" quickies.  I hope you enjoy
them.  ------------------------------------------------

   "Why don't you come sit in Daddy's lap?"

   I cringed at those words, slurred, slobbery.  I could smell the drunken
stench oozing off of him from the front door.  He had been waiting for me
to get home from school, I could tell, and by his leer and the tenting of
his boxers, I knew why.  I hesitated, but his warning growl sent me
scurrying across the room.  I wanted to run, to scream, to cry, but I knew
it would be useless.  What was an eight-year-old wolf bitch against a full
grown male?  I couldn't outrun him.  I couldn't fight him.  I could only
concede to his wishes and hope he was gentle.  He never was.

   He lifted me by the waist, and I automatically spread my legs to
encircle his waist.  He never let me wear panties, so the only thing
separating my tiny slit and his throbbing eight inches was the thin fabric
of his underwear.  Looking down, I shuddered.  His tip lifted my miniskirt,
already forming a wet spot from pre.  His hands wandered over my body, my
budding breasts, my boyish hips, my thin legs, my immature mound.

   "Such a pretty slut."

   I didn't even realize his hand had left me until I found myself on the
floor where his blow had thrown me, ears ringing, blood leaking from nose
and lips.  I had only a moment to comprehend what had happened before his
hands found me again.  He lifted my rump, forcing me to all fours, then
mercilessly forced himself in to the knot.  The dry walls of my tunnel tore
as he sank inward, sending searing agony chasing down my nerves.  I
screamed, as always.  I bled, as always.  He continued to rape me
regardless of my pain, as always.

   I quickly quieted to soft whimpers and grunts as he heaved himself in
and out, his tip spurting pre into my womb, cervix long ago destroyed.  I
felt his knot begin to swell after only a few minutes.  I braced myself,
but it didn't help when he rammed that softball-sized ball of flesh into
me. I screamed again, felling myself tear further.  He turned to stand rump
to rump with me as his seed flooded into me, overflowing to drip onto the
carpet below.  I would have to lick up my blood and his spilt spunk after
he finished with me or there would be more pain and suffering.
   "Useless fucking cunt."