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The following story was written for entertainment purposes only; I do not warrant or condone such action here within. If you have any problems with either the abduction or rape of a young woman then please do not read further.

Thank you, Jaded mouse

I

The young woman looked at the fogged glass of the mirror, she The female ferret had the vague notion that she should be freaking out about not knowing the circumstances of how she found herself naked in the room alone, not knowing where she was, how she got there or even her own name. The shower was running in what could only be described as a seedy hotel's bathroom with it's off color tile and lightly stained pastel yellow walls, light colors to open out a much too small room.

With a sigh the young woman began wiping the sweat from the mirror, gasping as her black furred paw left a bloody track in its wake. She quickly drew back her hand and began examining it for wounds yet couldn't find any. Is it even my blood?

The young female ferret looked over her lithe body, admiring her flexibility and evident grace, deciding that she must lead an athletic lifestyle to have such a figure. She began wondering how old she was as she continued her examination, her thoughts steering her prodding fingers and attentive gaze to her breast.

She combed the still moist beige fur covering her uppermost breast aside with her fingers before sliding them up under and over the soft swell, a quick chitter of pleasure escaping her muzzle as her claws scrape along her hardening nipple. She was small, an A cup at best, but something told her that she was well beyond her "budding" stage and would never reach much more than a soft B if she developed any further either.

As her hands slid down her belly and flank towards her gender, the young ferret noticed that although her hips were deepening and already pleasant looking, her legs and arms had an oddly gaunt look to them, as though she was still growing into her body. Older then thirteen then...Shouldn't she be using augmented ages and not humans? Weren't they the same? Somehow she didn't think so, a nagging feeling told her that the augmented, like herself, aged quicker than humans, beginning puberty at six and reaching sexual maturity at ten instead of nine and sixteen respectively. So I'm eight, maybe nine years old.

Ok, now that I can guess my age... The young jill combed the wet, courser cream colored fur covering her cleft of Venus, separating her pubic mound so she could examine her genitalia more efficiently. Her labia were swollen and she was greeted with a small seepage of blood and a quivering dull ache as she spread her petals open. Not a virgin, recently lost though... The young jill looked towards the bathroom's closed door, a sudden sense of dread of who or even what might be beyond filled her so completely that she began to pant in panic, the skin beneath her back fur beginning to itch as she broke into a cold sweat.

A sudden wave of nausea slammed into the young jill's gut as she reached for the door, her clawed fingers barely brushing the cool doorknob before dark, blurred memories forcing her to retreat back to the sink and retch painfully.

She had been in a dark room standing on all four legs over a used bed, its covers strewn across its spread and the floor. Something heavy was on her back pulling painfully at her hips, stomach and thighs.

A male ferret had been with her in that dark room, on her back... inside her, painfully ramming himself deeper and deeper into her virgin depths vigorously. She could remember how the sheets felt as she clenched her hands into fists, her claws digging into them, shredding them as she screamed out in pain, a pain lanced with pleasure.

She looked up at herself in the mirror, the sick still dripping from the corners of her muzzle. She felt dirty, like a filthy whore, how could she have felt pleasure in her rape, the evident loss of her virginity? She knew why however, her body was whispering the answer even now. She was in heat, in her season still.

Had she been raped or a willing mate? Why couldn't she remember?

The now shaking, weakening jill jumped at a sudden knock against the room's door, a gruff questioning voice quickly following. "Ma'am, Are you all right in there?"

She crumpled to the floor, her legs giving out as she tried turning to the door, the muscles in her back and left arm twitching uncontrollable as the bitter taste of her bile reentered her mouth. The young woman could barely utter a softly whispered "Help" before the world spun, turning along its axis and leaving her lying against the now tiled "wall".

She whimpered, a warmth spreading across her thighs and pooling as her bladder clenched and released in sudden spasm as a darkness began to crawl its way along the grooves of the tile. As she watched the shadowy thing seeped up along the seams of the walls and drain onto the ceiling in a torrent of living, inky blackness the door swung open revealing a bear in a defender's guild uniform.

"Shit! T'cella! Call the medic! She's going into shock or something."

The darkness claimed her then, the world going cold, silent and so very, very dark.

II

Galia took a sip of her drink, trying to calm herself as she waited for her uncle to show up. The young ferret had been seeing Conner for a while now, ever since they meet in the class they shared at the healer's guild, and now that the early, fluttering signs of her heat were settling in, she felt that it was time to make contact with her intended mate and try to start a family together. The only thing left for her to do now was to tell her uncle the happy news.

She knew it wasn't going to be easy telling him though, that he would take the news pretty hard, after all they had grown up together. That's why she'd chosen to tell him here, The Cliff House, a place she hoped would help soften the blow for him. The small mom and pop coffee house had been their favorite place to gather and hang out ever since they had gone to learn at different guild halls after grade school. She had started classes at the healers' guild while he went off to the engineers' guild and as such is the way of things they saw less and less of each other as their class consumed more and more of their time. So much so that she hadn't seen him since her last birthday party.

It's wasn't even as if she owed it to him or anything, but she felt guilty nonetheless. The two of them had always been unusually close, almost like siblings rather than an uncle and niece, and now that she was about to move onto the next step of her life she felt as if she was somehow abandoning him or something.

Galia was pulled from her musings by her uncle's voice calling to her from behind and by the time she recovered and had turned to greet him he was already slumping into an empty seat at the table. "So...what's so important that you needed to see me during a class Galia? Not that I mind skipping out of one of old man Krueger's class mind you, fucking blowhard, but your letter made whatever you needed to say sound important."

Galia began to lift up her cup in order to hide her smile from her uncle, but stopped midway as a sudden, dreadful feeling of deja vu overtook her. What... Suddenly the young jill felt a painful jerk in the pit of her stomach and her vision blurred then doubled as a second, more powerful jerk cramped her stomach. Nausea washed over her as her stomach cramped up more painful than before the last and she felt herself violently lifted upward.

Galia opened her mouth to scream, or at least she tried too, but no sound escaped her throat as she tried to catch ahold of herself, her fingers sliding through her body as if it were water as her soul was somehow separated from her physical body. The young girl's mental defenses quickly crumbled and she curled into a fetal position as she floated off, closing her eyes tightly against the rising terror. This is a dream! Oh gods please let this be some kind of dream! Galia's thoughts quickly dissolved into a mantra of fear. Wake up, wake up. Please let me wake up...

Slowly the scent of her heat came to her, collecting and growing stronger as if she were in an enclosed space. Galia slowly opened her eyes, wailing out as the gathered darkness lifted, revealing a single used hotel bed below her in the gloom, its covers strewn across its spread and the floor.

Galia openly wept as she was slowly lowered to the bed against her wishes, her legs being pulled painfully into a standing position. She froze as she felt an almost tender touch against her haunch. No! Not again! No, Please don't let him rape me again.

Galia shivered involuntarily as she felt the hand slowly slid down and back along her thigh, almost as if the male behind her was petting her in an attempt to soothe her nervousness. The hand suddenly broke contact with her fur, maybe he wasn't going to rape her again maybe.... Galia choked as the hand returned to stroke along her thigh a second time, then a third, his hand finally retreating after the fourth slow petting.

Galia's reprieve was short lived however as the male returned his hands to her rump, his thumbs reaching under her tail's base and forcing it up as he dug his fingers through her beige fur to find her flesh. Galia heard the male behind her murr in approval, when a series of small contractions rippled up her birth canal, into her womb and throughout her lower abdomen causing her engorged labia to "wink"

The growing musk of the male's arousal began to thread its way through the young jill's senses as he continued to massage her rump making her pant as the increasing frequency of spasms within her flushed more and more of the pheromone laden lubricants outward to prepare her for her first mating, her first breeding.

Galia wasn't sure if she heard anything through the hammering beat of her heart or not, but for a second she could of sworn that she heard her assailant whisper something, a "So beautiful." before his lips kissed her labia, his tongue gliding along her outer petals, tasting her, her sex, ... her fertility...

She tried to move away, to resist but the male slid his paws up her rump to grab her hips firmly before grinding his muzzle against her, his tongue penetrating her quivering pussy as he began eating her out. She lasted only a few quickened heartbeats before a massive orgasm ripped its way through her core as the male lapped up her now flooding juices, howling out in pained ecstasy as his teeth nipped at her sensitive labia.

The orgasm left the inexperienced jill dazed and weakened, unable to do little more than pant heavily and quiver as the unknown male's grip on her thighs hardened and he began to pull himself up over her rump.

Galia didn't want to be raped, to be breed. Not like this. She wanted Conner to be her first. Her first mate, the first one to father her kits, the one to take her virginity, not this. Not being forced to give in to her bodies desires by some random male because he had trapped her there with him.

She began to resist him, struggling to move out from underneath him but he simply braced his hind legs and grabbed fistfuls of her fur before biting painfully down on her neck to show his dominance over her once again.

He shifted himself on her, keeping his jaws locked on her neck as his hands roaming along her flanks seeking a more natural position in which to keep ahold of the now struggling jill, finally coming to rest along her flanks and inner thighs, his paws near her crotch. He shifted again, releasing his "lovers" hold and rolling his hips forward in quick gyrations seeking out her entrance, chirring when his tip at last penetrated her more than welcoming petals.

The virgin jill huffed as she felt her assailant's penis enter her, her body wholly betraying her by greeting the painful thrust that stole away virginity with an orgasm. Her assailant ignored her obvious discomfort and shifted his position on her back once again by falling back slightly so that he could pull backward against her and propelling himself forward as he thrust deeply into her quivering depths again.

Galia snarled and closed her eyes, clenching her fist and digging her claws into the fabric of the bed sheets beneath her in frustration and disgust. She didn't want to be bred, but her body did and it rewarded her with an increasing spike of pleasure with each eager thrust from the male on her back.

Finally the defeated jill hung her head limply, giving into her body's desires as her assailant continued rutting against her, rapidly thrusting himself into over and over again as he truly beginning to breed her. She was simply tired of fighting, fighting him, fighting her body's carnal needs, tired of trying to quell the guilty feelings of pleasure that were washing over her as she felt yet another orgasm building within her body against her wishes.

The inexperienced jill quickly started panting, became winded by the fear, stress and sexual exertion of the forced mating, in the few long minutes that it took for her assailant to slow his pace down, pain returning as his thrusts became harder, ramming himself ever deeper into her abused canal as his need to breed her became less urgent and more driven.

Galia's assailant suddenly stopped his rutting altogether, uttering an oddly strangled grunt before biting her flank in another "lover's" hold and bucking sharply into her, his cock's tip nudging her cervix. The act of him completely filling her eager birth canal was too much for the young jill to take and she screamed out, her vaginal walls clamped down around him, milking him as the corded pressure that had been building within her snapped, her orgasm burning throughout her core, lighting her nerves on fire, clouding her mind with sexual gratification.

As the euphoria of their mating, of her orgasm, faded Galia dimly remembered feeling him release within her, his warm, sticky semen pooling within her, against her cervix, warming her fertile womb, inseminating her. Shivering from the exertion the young jill shifted tiredly, turning to peer over her shoulder at her unknown, unwanted mate...

The young jill felt time slow around her, felt her fur bristling as her vocal spasm and vibrated, her jaws working all too slowly to open and let free the primal scream of borne from her feelings of betrayal, disbelief and sheer outrage... for there over her shoulder was her uncle's pleased, smiling euphorically twisted face staring back at her from his position on her, in her.

III

Galia had awoken from her nightmare screaming and in such a state of hysterics that the attending healers needed help from the defender waiting outside of her room to sedate her in case she tried to hurt herself or anyone else. The female bear wasn't happy about the situation at all. She needed to confirm what had happened between the young jill and her uncle, confirm what the placid male in her jail cell had told her.

Before the sedatives fully took hold of effect, gratefully pulling Galia's mind into a deep unnatural sleep without dreams so her body could at least get some rest she heard the healers tell the defender what they all had already known, that her uncle had raped her, that he had forcible mated with her at the height of her fertility and more than likely impregnated her.

Galia awoke again in the morning, curling up in an attempt to somehow fill the cold emptiness within her despite the noonday's sun caressing her prone form, bathing her in its warmth through the large window at her bed's side.

Her reprieve from her torturous memories was cut all too short however as an overly joyful attending healer poked her head in to see if she were awake before allowing her "guest" in. Galia sighed tiredly but turned to see who had come to see her none the less, hoping that word had reached Conner and that he had come to comfort her, dreading that he wouldn't. Much to Galia's grief however her guest turned out to only be a female bat in the black robes of a priest.

The two of them spoke briefly about her forced mating, her uncle and their relationship before the attack as well as Galia's primary concerns stemming from the attack for little over an hour by themselves, the bat asking odd little questions from time to time, gauging if she were stable enough emotionally to answer the defenders questions about her ordeal. Once the priest thought Galia ready, she allowed the investigating defender in to ask her question.

The first few questions were general ones, mostly focusing on how she escaped and what happened in the room but then shifted to the events leading up to the abduction and the abduction itself. Galia told the defender of the scene at the coffee shop, how her uncle became enraged then, that she had known that her uncle hadn't particularly cared for Conner but his anger was well beyond a simply dislike, it was a venomous hatred that must have been festering in her uncle for a long time. She also went on to tell the female bear how he had called her a whore who was betraying him, betraying them and the future he had planned out for them by forming a mating contract with Conner.

Galia didn't know where he went too or what he did in the short time after he had left her there crying amidst the patrons and servers of the coffee shop but she didn't think that he had went too far because he had grabbed her, knocking her out as she made her way home.

When the investigator defender asked her why she had left the shop alone Galia told her that some of the patrons had offered to walk with her ,but she had turned them down because she was too embarrassed about what had happened, defending the decision by telling the investigator that just because he was upset, she had no reason to think that he would do anything to hurt her. He was her uncle, someone she had grown up with, someone she had loved and trusted.

The bear then shifted her questions, returning them to the hotel room and asking in greater detail what had happened before she had responded to young jill's summons. Galia told her how her uncle had kept her gagged and tied up in the hotel room for three days, only allowing her freedom when he fed her or when she needed to use the bathroom or he bathed her to lessen her heat scent.

Galia had known she was in trouble, that he was beginning to lose himself to her heated scent, that she was powerless from preventing him from molesting her when she awoke during the third night to her uncle kneeling next to her bed, leaning in to smell at her crotch and taking in her rich, fertile scent. He had left her alone then, returning to his own bed after she pretended to be asleep as he ran his fingers through the fur of her hip. She could still remember his lustful musk and the soft cuffing sound as he masturbated.

Finally she told the investigator how her uncle had raped her. She had "asked" to use the bathroom but as he helped her up from the bed she pushed him down and made for the door of the room. She had fumbled desperately with the lock and chain but couldn't manage to gain her freedom before he had slammed into her from behind pushing her painfully against the door before flinging her back into the room and partially onto his bed. He had come at her enraged, snarling, grabbing and hitting her repeatedly as she tried to scamper across the bed and escape him.

Once he had calmed down, realized what he had been doing to her he had tried to sooth her, to comfort her, begging for her forgiveness but his intimacy was his downfall. He had gotten too close to her, taken in too much of her scent and his caress quickly devolved into something else, something she didn't want, but was too afraid to stop.

After the rape he had simple let her go, waiting patiently in the room for the defenders to arrive after she called them.

Epilogue

The defenders had simply come too late to save her, too late to prevent her uncle from raping her, too late to stop him from stealing her innocence, from breeding her. Too late to stop Conner from turn his back on her as her belly swelled with her uncle's litter.

A small, sad smile crossed the expectant dam's muzzle as the leading judge read the jury's verdict. Her uncle had stolen her life from her and now she was taking his. Yes, he cost her everything she wished for, impregnating her against her will, but now... now she had her vengeance. With the strike of the gavel her uncle's fate was sealed. He was going to be castrated and sentenced to a prisoner farm to toil away in its fields for the better part of the rest of his life.

She might have to bear his litter but she could give them up in time if she wanted to, although he would be fucked for the rest of his natural life.