The Final Blow
By Phantasmagore

Amra State Penitentiary. There are many rumors about what goes on within the cold, concrete walls of the prison. Among all the mutterings about ghosts and government conspiracies, however, there is one thing that everybody seems to agree on. Once a criminal passes through the gate into the prison, they never come back out.

Sythe was pacing nervously in his cell. He had been sent here almost three months ago following his conviction. The tall grey wolf shivered as the cold air passed over his exposed chest. His uniform consisted of nothing but a pair of orange shorts that were uncomfortably tight in the groin, showing off a sizeable bulge between his legs. The tightness of the pants combined with the lack of a shirt or footwear to protect against the near-constant chill in his cell ensured that Sythe was never able to fully make himself comfortable. The plain, thin mattress and pillow did nothing to help. Sythe had never even been given a blanket.

‘Probably so I can never conceal anything,’ he thought, glancing up at the camera in the corner of the ceiling. ‘And they all said I’m a pervert.’ He imagined some lonely guard sitting in front of a computer screen, watching Sythe and jerking his puny cock.

Sythe sighed and sat down on his bunk. He started to think back to the moment when his life changed forever.

Sythe leaned back in the driver seat of his car, inhaling the cool night air through the open window. He was a hungry predator looking for his next meal, and the local park was his hunting ground.

The wolf grinned as he saw a prime target. A young cat was walking by only a few yards away from his car, her small purple-grey ears peeking through her blue hoodie. Her thin tail wagged absently behind her as she meandered past, looking down at her phone. His grin widened as he saw her earbuds. They would mask the sound of his approach.

Sythe opened his car door and began to follow her. He eyed her rump hungrily as he grew closer. His pants started to feel tighter as he imagined what it would look like without those jeans in the way.

He picked up his pace, gaining on her quickly. With the music playing through her earbuds, the cat could not hear him getting nearer. Sythe reached forward once he was close enough and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around just in time to see Sythe’s fist before it slammed into her face. She felt the pavement hit her cheek, and then everything went black.

Sythe picked up her limp body and hauled it over his shoulder. He gave a quick glance around to make sure that nobody had seen, and then ran to his car with the girl in tow. He opened the trunk and dropped her inside. After binding her limbs with zip ties, he slammed the trunk shut and ran back to the driver seat.

The girl slowly awakened with a throbbing pain in her face. When she opened her eyes, her vision was blurry; all she could tell was that the room she was in was only faintly lit. She felt a chill in her legs and tried to reach down, but her paws couldn’t move. Panic started to set in when she realized that they were tied above her head.  As her vision slowly returned, her fear grew.

She was in a small, derelict room. Moonlight streamed in through a single window. The smell of mildew assaulted the girl’s nostrils. She was laying on her back on a large bed with ropes keeping her arms above her head and more holding her legs apart. Worst of all, she was completely nude.

“Finally awake?” a soft voice cooed. “Good. Now we can have a little fun.”

She shook her head, still trying to recover from unconsciousness. “Wha– What? Who are you?”

Sythe stepped into the light, already stripped down to his fur. His cock was already beginning to peek out of its sheath at the sight of the writhing girl before him. He climbed onto the bed, his erection growing from the fear and confusion in his victim’s eyes. ‘She’s definitely a virgin,’ he thought. ‘She might not even know what sex is. Even better.’

“Wha–,“ her voice turned into a quiet squeak when Sythe grabbed her throat.

“Quiet, you little bitch,” he growled. Her attempts to protest stopped immediately as the wolf’s paw cut off her oxygen. Sythe waited until he saw the color of her face start to change to make sure she got the message: Try to fight back, and you die.

Sythe took the quiet moment to look over the body he was about to destroy. Without the baggy hoodie covering her, he could tell that she was young: probably a preteen, based on her small frame and flat chest. Most of her body was covered in blue-grey fur, except for the white fur on her underbelly and her short purple hair.

Sythe chuckled. “What’s a pretty little girl like you doing out after dark, huh?” She didn’t answer, still all too aware of Sythe’s claws hovering at her neck. “Awww, cat got your tongue? That’s okay. If I can’t open these lips,” he pressed his finger to her mouth, “I’ll have to settle for these!” He shoved his finger into her cunt, relishing her shocked squeal as his digit entered her.

Tears started to stream from her eyes as he began to yank his finger in and out, adding a second and then a third. Her pussy was burning fiercely from Sythe’s rough fingerfuck. She desperately pulled against the ropes binding her to the bed, but they would not give. She only managed to chafe her wrists and ankles.

Sythe felt her virgin pussy squeeze his fingers like a vice. The friction was making it hard for him to force them into her folds. He let one of his claws give her a shallow cut inside, relishing the pain in her face as he continued to molest her pussy. “You’re a tight little bitch, aren’t you?” he grunted. “Dry as a bone, though.”

Without warning, he yanked his fingers out of her. Leaning down, he stuck his nose between her cunt lips and inhaled her scent. To him, the smell of her fear was as sweet as roses.

The girl twitched feebly as she felt something long and wet press against her folds. She whimpered pitifully as her captor’s slick tongue probed her inner depths. Sythe shoved his tongue deep into her pussy. He tasted blood from the cut he had left inside her, savoring its steely flavor. He was addicted to this feeling of control, the knowledge that he could do anything to this girl, inside and out. In that moment, those few drops of blood were more intoxicating than any drug.

“Please,” the girl whimpered. “Please stop.”

Sythe pulled his tongue out. “You’re right,” he cooed. “That’s enough foreplay. Now it’s time for some real fun.”

He moved up her body, licking her stomach and nipples along the way. Bound as she was, she could only shudder at his touch. Sythe stopped once he was face-to-face with the trembling girl. The pain and fear in her eyes only spurred him on further. She twitched as she felt something large and hard prod against her right above her vagina. Looking down, she saw Sythe’s throbbing shaft rubbing against her. Sythe rocked his hips gently, feeling her fur tickle his cock. But he would not be satisfied by grinding against her. He wanted to fuck her brains out.

Sythe pulled his hips back, lining his cock up with the girl’s virgin hole. She shuddered as the tip of the wolf’s dick probed her outer lips. Before she had any time to protest in earnest, Sythe shoved his thick cock into her pussy. He felt her hymen tear, the thin flesh unable to put up much resistance. She screamed as her insides were torn open by wolf meat. Sythe didn’t bother trying to silence her; he knew nobody would hear her, so he chose to just enjoy it instead.

He pulled out to the tip of his cock, then slammed his hips forward. He gave her no chance to recover from the thrust before he began pounding her in earnest. He slammed back and forth into her tight cunt, using his saliva and her blood as lube to help him force himself into her body.

The girl’s screams turned into quiet sobs as her vocal cords tore. She could barely comprehend the pain she was feeling as she was violated by the canine cock. It felt like he was trying to crush her hips into powder using his own. She had gone limp by that point. With the ropes binding her to the bed and the wolf hunched over her, any hope of escape had abandoned her.

She started to feel something even thicker than Sythe’s shaft push against her pussy. If she had the strength to look down, she would have seen the bulbous knot growing at the base of Sythe’s cock.

Sythe began fucking her even harder, determined to force his knot into her before he finished. He struggled to push it past her entrance, her tight hole refusing to stretch to accommodate it. Sythe let out a feral growl as his frustration grew. One way or another, he was going to make it fit.

The girl writhed again as Sythe pounded her with even greater force, his huge knot threatening to tear her pussy in half. He put all of his weight behind his thrusts, grinding it against her. She tried to scream again as her hole was gradually forced to give, but she couldn’t even make the sound anymore. Blood seeped around Sythe’s cock as the girl’s cunt was ripped open by his knot.

Sythe howled in pleasure as his knot sank into his victim. There was no replacement for the power he felt in that moment. He could do whatever he wanted to her. And he wanted to breed her. To fill her with his seed. To make her his bitch and mark her in a way that can never be erased.

With his knot buried inside of the girl’s destroyed cunt, Sythe’s thrusts became short and rapid. Waves of pleasure pulsed through his cock. He could feel his orgasm approaching as he looked down at the broken fur underneath him. She seemed to have mentally shut down, as if she couldn’t even register what was happening to her anymore.

A primal roar ripped from Sythe’s throat as he passed the point of no return. He buried himself as deeply as he could into the girl and started to cum inside her. His knot sealed her vaginal canal, keeping any of his semen from escaping her wrecked hole. Waves of pleasure lanced through his cock until his orgasm gradually began to subside.

This was what Sythe was made for. To dominate and fill his prey with his seed. He felt like one of the predators that he was descended from, claiming a life for his pleasure. Nothing made him feel more alive than letting his primal instincts take over like this. There was just one other step to complete his ritual of pleasure.

Sythe grabbed the girl’s throat and began to squeeze. She was practically comatose by that point, barely registering what was happening to her. As she began to run out of air, though, her body began to spasm automatically. She jerked desperately against the ropes binding her to the bed and the paw cutting off her air supply. The feeling of her body convulsing around his cock made Sythe shoot a few more ropes of cum into her. He stared into her eyes, watching as her life slipped through his fingers. With a final spasm, the girl’s life gave out.

Once he was sure that she was dead, Sythe let go of the girl’s neck. He grabbed her hips and yanked himself out of her pussy. He took a moment to admire her corpse. Her empty eyes stared blankly back at him, her face contorted into a permanent gasp for breath. Her pussy was torn open, leaking a pink mixture of cum and blood onto the sheets below her. Sythe stroked his cock, savoring the afterglow from his orgasm as he watched her leak bodily fluids.

After relishing the sight of the wrecked corpse for a few minutes, it was time for Sythe to get to business. Grabbing a knife from underneath the bed, he cut the ropes holding the body’s limbs, letting them go limp. He picked her up, carrying her away to dispose of her body. That was the moment when it all went wrong.

Uniformed furs burst through the door, guns drawn. Sythe had no choice but to surrender, completely nude and holding the girl’s violated corpse over his shoulder. There was no way for him to hide or defend himself. He was getting carted away in cuffs within minutes.

Sythe’s pants were feeling almost painfully tight. That memory was really making him wish he hadn’t gotten caught, so he could find another fur to fuck. Now he was stuck in a cell with nothing to stick his dick into, and almost definitely some voyeur guard watching him through the camera.

Apparently, the girl was the daughter of a pair of rich, paranoid assholes. She had developed something of a rebellious streak against her controlling parents, though. Disobeying them, sneaking out at night, things like that. But they had a tracker chip in her neck; that’s how they were able to hunt Sythe down when they realized she was missing. Of course, it didn’t take long for all of his other victims to be linked to him in court. He never put much thought into trying to vary his patterns. Just his luck.

The sound of footsteps approaching his cell pulled him out of his thoughts. He faintly heard the jingling of keys on the other side of the door before it swung open. A large tiger guard stepped into Sythe’s cell, clutching his nightstick.

“Time’s up, you sick son of a bitch,” he said. “Get moving.”

Sythe sighed. He knew there was no point in resisting. He would have to come with the guard, either on his own two feet or getting dragged on his ass after getting beaten. He didn’t put up a fight as the guard pulled him off his bed, cuffed his hands behind his back, and marched him out of his cell. He was guided through a maze of concrete halls. The whole prison was cold; it felt like Sythe was being led through a freezer in barely more than his own fur.

The tiger led him through a thick steel door into a small concrete room. There were no furnishings in the room, but there was another door across the room. The guard pushed him into the center of the room before issuing a simple order: “Strip.” Sythe turned to give him a questioning look, but the burly tiger brandished his baton, “You heard me.”

Sythe knew from experience that the guards in this prison should not be screwed with. He bent down, grabbing the hems of his shorts and pulling them down his legs. He was painfully aware of the leering gaze of the big tiger behind him. He couldn’t see him, but he could almost feel the guard’s eyes on his ass as he was practically forced to present it. Thanks to his skimpy uniform, Sythe was completely nude within seconds.

With a prod of the nightstick, the tiger pushed the now naked Sythe through the door. The room on the other side was barely any different from the one they were just in, except for a single metal chair with restraints. Sythe was roughly shoved into the chair and bound at his wrists, ankles, and neck. With the way he was restrained, his legs were pulled apart, exposing his fat sheath and balls.

The tiger stared at the exposed wolf for a few moments, feeling his own bulge grow a little from the sight of the helpless nude fur. But he knew that he wasn’t allowed to use the prisoner for his release. “Alright, you worthless fuck,” he growled. “It’s time for you to pay for all the shit you’ve done. I’m going to have fun watching you die.”

So that was it. Sythe had completely lost track of time in his cell, so he hadn’t even realized that his execution date was approaching. Now he was out of time, only able to wonder how he was going to be killed. Electric chair? Lethal injection? There were many possibilities, and no real way to know until it started.

To his surprise, the guard turned around and left without another word. Sythe knew that there was no point in trying to struggle. Even if he were able to escape these bindings by some miracle, there was nowhere for him to run. He had no choice but to wait.

For several minutes, nothing happened. Sythe was stuck sitting naked in a cold, hard chair in total silence. He started to space out after a while of just staring at the blank walls. Fragments of memories from before he was imprisoned flitted before his eyes. Many of them were of his more illicit exploits: men and women, cubs and adults, whatever he could push his cock into.

He came to his senses when the door opened again, and a grey fox entered the room. Unlike all of the prison’s uniformed officers, this fox was nude. He had a lithe, attractive frame, with a tight stomach and wide hips. His eyes were strange; they seemed to glow with an orange light. As he approached, Sythe saw something even weirder. The fox had a pair of small bat wings sprouting from his back.

“What the fuck are–“ Sythe was cut off by the fox’s paw covering his mouth.

“Shhhh,” the fox teased. “Don’t spoil the mood, stud. My name is Mors. That’s all you need to know.”

Without another word, Mors dropped to his knees and began nuzzling Sythe’s sheath. Sythe froze at the unexpected contact; he was not used to others willingly having sex with him. He had tried it once as a teenager, and then found that he had a taste for taking what he wanted instead. So he wasn’t very prepared when the fox’s tongue started to lap at his heavy testicles.

Sythe groaned as the red tip of his cock was coaxed out by Mors worshipping his balls. The fox’s skilled tongue caressed his orbs, soaking Sythe’s mind in unfamiliar pleasure. A soft moan forced itself from Sythe’s throat. He couldn’t believe how good this felt. Even with just a tongue bath on his balls, it felt like a pleasant fog was beginning to cloud his brain.

Mors pulled back, looking up into Sythe’s eyes and licking his lips seductively. “Having fun, big man?” he purred. “Good. Then you’re going to love the next part.”

With that, Mors took the tip of Sythe’s cock into his mouth. Ripples of pleasure tingled through the wolf’s shaft as the strange fox suckled on the head of his penis. The feeling of Mors’s expert tongue dancing on his flesh brought him to a full erection quickly.

Mors lapped at the precum leaking from Sythe’s thick cock. His tongue teased the wolf’s drooling urethra, prodding at its opening to coax out more of its salty treasure. With his paws, Mors caressed Sythe’s thighs and dangling sack, imagining all of the hot cum boiling within. The twitching cock shot a few more spurts of precum into his mouth, which he eagerly gulped down. He glanced up from his position, smiling inwardly at the glazed look building in Sythe’s eyes.

The fog descending over Sythe’s mind thickened as the skilled fox began to move further down his shaft, taking more of him into his muzzle. His limbs were starting to feel heavy, making it impossible for him to resist. Of course, he didn’t have the will to resist anyways. He could barely even remember where he was by this point. There was nothing but the warm cavern wrapped around his cock.

Sythe was rapidly losing all the feeling in his limbs. His eyelids felt like they had weights tied to them. His mouth was hanging open, shamelessly drooling onto his own chest. His sluggish mind couldn’t even question it anymore; it felt like his brain was being buried in thick slime. Soon, all of the sensation in his body would be focused in his cock.

The pleasure spiked in Sythe’s groin as his cock slipped deep into Mors’s throat. A soft groan escaped from the wolf, marking the beginning of the most intense orgasm of his life. His thick cock pulsed powerfully, blasting his cum down the fox’s throat. Mors relished the feeling of the prisoner’s hot semen shooting straight into his stomach. This is why he loved his job. There was nothing quite like drinking a man’s final cumshot. He began to pull back, greedily devouring Sythe’s semen as the limp wolf shot into the back of his mouth, and then directly onto his tongue. The flavor of the convict’s seed nearly made him cum himself. He sucked on Sythe’s rod as hard as he could, milking it feverishly.

Sythe’s cock kept spewing his semen into Mors’s mouth as his balls completely emptied themselves. It took several minutes before his reserves finally started to run dry. If there were enough of his mind left to think about it, he would have been shocked at the size of this orgasm. His spurts weakened into just a few last ropes of cum seeping onto Mors’s tongue. Finally, his climax ended.

Sythe was barely conscious by that point. A powerful shock ripped through his body, though, bringing him to full alertness immediately. His cock began to gush again, but it wasn’t an orgasm this time. He didn’t know what was shooting from his shaft into Mors’s muzzle, but it felt like his whole body was on fire. Mors groaned eagerly as he gulped down Sythe’s essence, relishing in the wolf’s screams of pain. Soon, the last drop dribbled onto his tongue. Sythe saw the fox’s eyes glow brightly before everything faded into darkness.

Mors let the dead wolf’s flaccid cock drop out of his mouth. The fox incubus grinned. Sythe’s cum had been a nice meal, but his soul was the real feast. There was no substitute for the feeling of sucking out a prisoner’s life essence directly from the tap.

He crossed the room and tapped on the door with a knuckle. The uniformed tiger opened it, leering at the nude corpse strapped down in the center of the room. Mors rolled his eyes at the obvious bulge in the guard’s pants. “Sure. Have at it, then.”

As the tiger unzipped his pants to violate the convict’s corpse, Mors returned to his quarters, eagerly awaiting the next execution.