“Stop it!  Let go of him!  Adam!” Laska screamed with tears rolling down her eyes.  Two grown men had handcuffed her paws behind a metal pipe.  The masked men had taken the duo to a warehouse in an undisclosed location.  Weeks of meticulous planning was finally about to pay off.  Slamming Adam’s head into a nearby work desk the two men laughed heartily at his pleas for them to stop.  Drawing a .357 revolver one of the kidnappers pulled the trigger and fired a round into the back of the art student’s leg.  The echoing of the gunshot in the enclosed area almost drowned out Adam’s cries of pain.  Almost.  The young cheshire’s ears rang as she watched her boyfriend squirm in silence.  She couldn’t even hear herself beg for them to stop.  “Why are you doing this?! What did we ever do to you?” Laska demanded to know.  A kidnapper raised a hand to his ear and mocked his captive.  Taking his thumb, he plunged it deep within Adam’s fresh gun wound and began slowly twisting.  The student flailed in pain and struggled to undo the binds around his arms and legs.  Unfortunately for him, his bound feet kicked one of his captors in the shin and provoked his untapped anger.  
 
        “Come here you little shit!” He yelled, grabbing Adam by his throat and raising him into the air.  The masked man began punching Adam repeatedly in his untrimmed, hipster bearded face.  Blood started pouring from his now broken nose which was only made worse when his assailant threw him to the cold hard concrete.  At this point Adam broke out into an endless stream of tears as a kidnapper dug his boot heel into his gunshot wound.  With his tough guy facade broken, the masked men took off their balaclavas and turned to smile at the scarred cheshire.  Her voice was quivering and she had lost all control over her body to her overwhelming fear.  Those once delicate paws were now a trembling mess of fur.
 
        “Please… Please stop this.  What do you want?  Please… just stop this madness!” Laska managed to squeak out.
“What do we want?” The men laughed.  “We just want you to love us Laska.  You rejected us over this filthy, no good, low life, hipster, piece of trash!  We’ll let your boyfriend here go if you just promise to love us.  Until then, we’ll destroy your fragile life bit by bit.” They said in a serious tone of voice.  Their faces had gone from that of laughter to a deadpan expression.  
 
        “Laska… Don’t do it.  Don’t worry about me, just worry about yourself.” Adam whispered, fading in and out of consciousness.  The two men frowned and snapped their fingers as an older cheshire brought in a lumpy laundry bag.  Emptying the contents of the bag onto the floor, Laska’s eyes dilated in disbelief as her naked and furious father now lied before her.  
 
        “Now Laska, we’re going to give you one more chance to save your precious loved ones.  You just have to devote your mind, body and soul to us and we’ll let them go.  We promise.” One of the men said.  Laska’s father screamed for her to refuse, pleading for her to only worry about her own safety.  Laska did as instructed and shouted repeatedly at her captors that she’d never love them.  
        “Tsk.  You just had to make this hard on all of us didn’t you Laska?”  The older Cheshire remarked.  “Don’t blame me for what I’m about to do to your beloved father then.”  With that being said, the Cheshire dropped her pants and revealed an erect eight inch barbed cock.  Curtis, Laska’s father, futilely struggled to get away from the mother lode that was about to dock in his rear port.  Alas, in the end his struggling only turned on his captor more as she slid her large throbbing cock into Curtis’ Hershey highway.  The Cheshire started out slow to test the waters of the anus’ elasticity, but then gradually began to thrust harder once she knew his limits.  The two other kidnappers watched the spectacle while roaring with laughter at Curtis’ screams for help.  Laska once again let loose a flood of tears as she yanked on her handcuffs like a wolf trying to gnaw off its own leg.  Her wrists had begun to bleed from the nonstop struggling, much like her father’s anal cavity which was doing the same.  
 
        “Stop! Just make it stop!  I’ll love you!  I’ll do whatever you want! Please let them go, please!” She screamed, pleading for the violence to stop.  The captors grinned at their victory and walked over to Laska whose head was hanging in defeat.  The captors one by one lifted her chin up and planted a kiss on her lips, the salty tears only adding a savory flavor to their win.
 
        “Laska… Why?  I thought we had something.  Why would you give in to these fucking assholes, Laska?!” Adam cried out.  Seconds later a gunshot rang out as Adam’s brain matter splattered across the cold concrete.  Curtis didn’t comment, he only begged for more of what the older Cheshire could provide like the butt slut he was.  
 
        “What a shame, he died hearing you promise your undying love to other men.  I almost want to say he perished because of a broken heart.”  The older Cheshire cooed.  Much to their surprise Laska started giggled before erupting into full on maniacal laughter.  
        “Good, he was a weak piece of shit anyways.  I mean, what was I thinking?  Dating an art student, what a fucking joke.” Laska said grinning ear to ear.  And with that, her captors released her from her handcuffs, where they would now start their new life together.
 
        Laska’s eyes darted up from the pristine white manuscript she held in her paws and glared at the chuuni who waited with baited breath to hear her feedback.  “Sooooo, what did you think?  Do you think I over did the suffering?  What about the futa scene, do you think it would turn away our target audience?” He asked with eager anticipation.
 
        “The futa scene was a nice touch. Definitely ups the suffering factor tenfold.  And that part where the pathetic art student dies hearing me confess my undying to the other men?  Absolutely classic.  The grammar and vocabulary could use some improvement, and the revolver is a bit overkill, but other than that I love it.” Laska remarked, pushing up on her reading glasses.  “Alright, you win, I’ll go on a date with you.  I owe you for the movie script.” She gleefully said with a smile.