1. A Day in the Life


    Date: 10/14/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Female / Girl, Masturbation, Slavery, Torture, Violence, Author: lonelywolfboy, Rating: 75.8, Source: sexstories.com

    her day dream around noon. Three hours had passed since she came out onto the balcony. She knew under her fur she was going to be at least a little sun burnt, but nothing she couldn't handle. With a sigh she made her way back into the pent house, and tried to contemplate what to do with her remaining six hours of free time. With a long sigh she flops down on the couch in her living room. It had been quiet some time since she had “her” time as she called it. Flipping through the channels she looked for something that would stir her arousal. She finally stopped on a channel where a beautiful black panther was servicing two rather large looking through-breeds. She took her time, and slowly worked herself up into a rolling heat of lustful desire as she watches the panther work the two horses over. She held herself off as long as she could, but all to soon, she caved in to her desires and came. In this way she passed two hours, and spent the next hour cleaning up the “mess” she had made on her hard wood floor. Next she made her way to the wash room, not quiet in need of another shower she did take the time to wash herself up. She then turned the television to a more “appropriate” channel, and began running on the tread mill. Not enough to overly exert herself, but just fast enough to make it a long distance challenge. About an hour later she stopped, took an drink of water, and retrieved her rifle. For the next hour she ran with her rifle in her arms, cradled almost like a mother ...
    holds her child. After that hour passed she decided she had killed enough time, collapsed her rifle, packed her gear and headed out. A little extra time sitting at her perch wasn't going to do her any harm. She figured as she headed out the door. She made her way down to the garage and tossed her bag into the passenger side of her 1967 Chevy Impala. Not the most inconspicuous vehicle, but in this part of Miami the “typical” car would stand out more than her classic. She stopped to look her vehicle over. She loved the contrast between its dark purple paint, and the chrome accents. She shakes herself out a bit and glides into the driver's seat. She sticks the key in the ignition and turns, the engine of the car roars to life, and after closing the door and buckling herself in, she slams it into reverse, peeling the tires as she backs up, and then slams it into first gear. She rips out of the garage, and into the proper lane, keeping the engine revved as much as possible as she made her way through downtown Miami. With traffic it took her roughly an hour to reach her destination. A run down old boat house, long since abandoned by tourist and owners alike. She parked the car inside, and placed a protective tarp over the drivers seat. She would need it later. The one downside, she decided, to being an Arctic Fox was that her fur was almost completely white. With a heavy sigh she made her way through the boat house. A few minutes later she sat at a table, her rifle assembled and a ...
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