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The sound of footsteps became the only thing in Theodore's day that interrupted the constant loneliness and boredom of the wire pen that had become her life. Her paws were sore from walking back and forth over the thin bands of wire, splaying her toes open whenever she left the hutch that was just big enough for her body and stuffed with thick soft straw. She couldn't remain there, it was too uncomfortable to hunch herself down and curl up so that the thick spill of her tail was coiled up and pushed right against the wall so that her nose was always forced into it. The rest of the hutch was wire so that her waste dropped down beneath the box, and it still smelled like the rabbits that had once lived here. She knew every inch of it intimately, because for the last week she had nothing else better to do with her spare time.

She had raged for the first few days, screamed and yowled for rescue, but nothing happened except hearing the echoes of her voice coming from across the swamp. Every time she heard distant hoof beats from horses traveling along the distant rode she tried to cry for help, but there was never an answer. Her voice didn't rise up human words and screams, they were the shrieks of a vixen, almost like the screaming of a woman, but just different enough that no one would really think that there was a woman in pain out here. By the fourth day she had stopped, her throat aching and hurt, and instead tried to chew and claw her way free from the wires. It was a brief distraction, something to do with her time to try and keep herself from dwelling on her situation. The state of her body, the state of her mind, the state of her entire world.

Her body burned with heat that was spearing through her heart and soul, tearing through her body like a lance of heat that tore across her. Her flesh was swollen with need, a burning itch that made her want to scream out in protest. It was made worse by the fact that the swamp was home to dozens of foxes and her days were often filled with dog foxes trotting by with their ears up and noses working and twitching to drag in her sweet scent. Every time that she smelled that harsh masculine musk her body went hot with need, a throbbing sensation that started between her hind legs and filled out her spade shaped sex. She could feel her walls tightening in response whenever they tried to jump up to reach her, the more eager rocking their hips and humping the air while whining up at her. She was grateful for the pen then, grateful that they couldn't get at her, grateful that she wasn't going to be humiliated by nearly being mounted by a male.

The ache never quite left her, no matter if there were males around or not, it was always there, an irritation that made her frantic attempts to get past the wire all the worse. It was something to do beside give into the urge to tuck her haunches down and push her head beneath her belly so that her tongue could take away some of the ache. It didn't matter how horrible it was to use her tongue in such a way, she still did it, until she knew the taste of her own arousal intimately. It just solidified her rage at her captor and the way she was being held here, changed and helpless. The thoughts wrinkled her lips back and bared her sharp white teeth as the woman that called herself Abeni approached the cage, her hands empty save for a rough bit of hemp rope.

"Ahhh have you been having company?" The black woman crouched down and touched a finger to the damp mud beneath Theodore's pen, the marks from the latest dog fox was there plainly. He had scuffed about for nearly an hour trying to convince her to come down from her hiding spot. "It seems as though your calls are not going unanswered.

Theodore snarled and bristled her hackles as she stared at the woman, her high boned cheeks almost lovely if it weren't for the ugly hatred in her eyes and the fact she was a sadistic bitch. The eyes were hard and uncompromising while she trembled in place and pulled away from the walls of the pen and towards the hutch. Her ears burned with humiliation as she tried to speak, but only a snarl came out from her throat. There wasn't a bowl of food or water like was normally carried, her hands were empty except for the rope as she deftly began to undo the long metal wire that was used to keep the door closed. The small slot where food was pushed through went ignored, but her ears were up and eager at the sound of the door being opened. This was her chance, escape, even escape in heat was better than confinement.

As the door opened she lunged forward, her claws curled and catching against the wires to propel her forward towards the narrow opening. Her shoulder caught against it, wedging and writhing as she tried to get away. Her forepaws pushed out into the air and caught against the bottom wood post before the door was shoved closed and pinned against her ribs. She snarled and snapped her teeth angrily, twisting her head about to try and catch the hands that were keeping the door shut so that her hind legs kicked uselessly against the wire as she wriggled and twisted herself back and forth. She inched forward, but not enough to slide free, and then it was too late. A deft hand caught her scruff and pulled her from the pen so that she hung in place, twisting and trying to kick her hind legs out.

"Easy now, easy, this is for your own good, my dear. I am going to be more generous to you than you were to me," Abeni said softly.

Theodore twisted her body wildly, her hind laws lashing out in an attempt to catch her arm while she moved away from the pen, just casually holding her by the scruff. The only issue was, it pinched the wrong nerves, it made her body want to relax so that her kicks were short and spasmodic. Her forepaws tucked up close to her chest as she tried to wriggle her way free. Her jaws gaped open wide to show her teeth as she was carried to the small shed that she had originally woken up in. The woman shouldered the door open easily enough to enter the shed where a lantern was burning merrily to cast light around the edges of the inside of the shed.

The moment she was in she turned about and sat down on a moldering hay bale before sweeping an arm under the former man and made her body curl up so she was deposited into the lap. The shoulder and back were pressed against her belly while she twisted and let out a higher pitched snarl. Her paws lashed out briefly, but she couldn't quite twist her body to catch her captor with her blunt claws. Instead, Abeni deftly used her free hand to wrap around her slender muzzle and closed it so sharply that it nearly caught her tongue. She continued to snarl, even when the rope started to wrap around her muzzle time and time again. The rough hemp bit against her, forcing her jaws to clamp down harder and harder while she writhed in protest, her snarls began to become muffled as three inches of rope wrapped around her muzzle from just behind the nose all the way up to her eyes so there was no chance for it to slip from head.

Her forepaws were then pulled up tight beneath her chin and the rope worked around them, even as she tried to catch ahold of the muzzle with one of her clawed toes. She pinned her ears flat to her head while both paws were soon bound up tight, a sturdy length of the hemp rope holding them just under her chin the most awkward position imaginable. She almost immediately pushed her paws forward when the hands left, feeling a stab of hope that the idiotic way to bind her would let her at least rip the muzzle off, but the final length of the rope was wrapped around her neck tightly. When she finally was able to tug her forepaws forward, it uselessly yanked at the neck around her rope, barely moving the damned muzzle.

"Now, I don't want you broken your first time." Abeni pulled against one of her hind legs, making Theodore snarl and try to kick out, but the moment she kicked she half slipped down the lap and was hauled back up. "So I've made something special, especially for you, to train you properly."

Train me?! I will train her to know her place! She will be lucky if she is scrubbing the servant's pits with her bare hands! Theodore twisted her head back and forth, desperately trying to loosen the muzzle, as the woman bent over and picked something up from the top of the bale.

She brought it into the light with one of her arms wrapped securely around the former man's waist, showing it off as her fingers traced over it almost lovingly. It was wood, but polished and sanded smooth, with wax and oil worked into it so that the dark color of the wood and swirling grain was visible. There were no hard edges, everything was smooth and rounded to look like a piece of art, except for the shape. It was vile and shocking that a woman would even own it, much less make something in the perfect shape of a canine cock. The tip was scoop shaped with a tapered end that broadened out rapidly into a smooth thick length. It bulged slightly, it didn't simply go down in a straight line, and the base flared out even wider into something truly frightening to her mind. It was smaller than the woman's fist, but by not much more.

Fear rolled through Theodore, an icy chill that chased down her spine before she started to struggle and twist, kicking her legs wildly to try and get free as the thing was shown off to her. She knew what it was designed to do and the thought made her sick to her stomach as Abeni dragged it up and down along the length of her belly fur. It circled and caressed her, teasing and brushing right along one of the nipples that perked through the darkness of her fur. It teased back and forth, pushing over the nub so that an unwilling shudder ran down along the line of her spine making her yelp out unhappily. The hand on her belly kept her in place, drawing the skin up tight along her lower belly, tugging right against along the line of her soft sensitive mound. She kicked out violently and shoved her shoulders back against the woman, struggling to wriggle her way away from the damned thing.

"Don't you know what you need, little bitch?" The voice was harsh and hard, almost mocking him with a phrase that sounded horrifyingly familiar. "You're already wet and dripping, you know."

Theodore let out a high pitched yelp as the toy dragged down to caress right against her heat swollen folds so that her entire body shuddered in place. It wasn't what she wanted, it wasn't what her body wanted, but the probing push of the tip sent an unwilling jerk of need through her that made her feel half sick. She nearly choked as it jabbed up against her outer folds and nudged right against the plump outer lips, forcing them inwards as there was a brief bit of pressure. Her ears splayed to either side of her head while she snarled out in a muffled rush around the muzzle as the woman's hand moved up to catch beneath her bound muzzle and forced her head down. Making her stare down the line of her body as her folds were forced to splay open.

It was a startling spike of pressure as she watched her folds yawning open wider and wider, the tapered tip began to wedge inwards and forced her walls open wider. It was easy at first, a brush of stretching and it was alright, but it rapidly began to grow open wider and wider. The walls strained as the tip began to grow wider and wider, forcing her outer lips to push inwards as her muscles contracted and she felt a tremor of need spike through her. With a whimper her hips hunched up slightly, her paws pushing outwards in the air as she struggled to keep herself in place. Her breath came out in a burst and whimper as her inner muscles splayed wider and wider, contracting and pulling in reaction, her own wetness sliding over the polished wooden spire. She could see it, the slight dribble of wetness clung around the edges.

Another few inches plunged into her body, pushing and rubbing, tugging along the silken inner lines as she started to twitch her haunches upwards. She struggled to get her head up as the ache started, the burning pain that filled her loins and made her cry out raggedly as she was stretched wider and wider. Muscles she had never possessed began to push and stroke, forcing inwards despite her attempts to wriggle backwards, it continued to force her body to accept it. She clamped down around the toy, clutching tightly and squeezing as a spill of her own wetness edged out, her folds rapidly were thinning down to try and hold the girth stuffing itself into her tight passage. Her entire body quivered as it felt as if her loins were throbbing in time with her heart beat, alternating between pain and pleasure both.

That was the horrible part, her body wanted this, well not this, but to be filled and bred. It was an urge that rolled through her mind so that she was keening out high pitched whimpers as she tried to milk around the hard wood. Her body knew it wasn't quite right, it screamed for hard fast thrusts, for the hunched press of a back driving into her to seal her, tie her, keep her pinned in place as rope after fertile rope was flooded into her body. Instead, it was hard stiff wood rubbing inside of her until the thickest portion of the base suddenly shoved right up against her heat swollen folds. Her breath came out in a rush as she writhed and twisted, keening out raggedly as her hips jerked backwards a few inches at the feel of the thickness jabbed right up against her puffy folds.

She pulled the toy back, deliberately teasing through Theodore's body, caressing as it dragged nearly all the way out with strands of her arousal clinging around it before it plunged back into her. Her muscles were spread open again, yawning wider and wider as it plunged all the way into her passage stroking through her deliberately so she felt a jolt of pleasure. She pulled her ears back tight to her head, her entire body shuddering as her walls worked and squeezed around the vile toy, milking and stroking it, trying to hold onto it as the shaft was pulled back out of her again. The tip caught right around a sensitive patch just within her passage, teasing over it lightly so she twisted her hips back and forth wildly.

Heat rushed along her muzzle and cheeks, the fur hiding the hot flush while she felt the walls being stroked over constantly. Her tightening muscles tried to adjust, the ache of being spread open fading as the woman deliberately used the toy to caress places that were swollen with her estrus, finding nerves that sent shudders of pleasure through her even as she tried to stop them. It was beyond humiliating to be jerking her hips up against a canine dildo as the base of the shaft began to plunge right up against her outer lips, the knot ground itself back and forth. Her forepaws shuddered suddenly as there was a moment of pressure, a horrible sensation of the walls trying to splay her open before it was pulled backwards again.

"Are you going to cum?" The words were hissed into her ear, so familiar and she stifled a whimper. How many women had she pinned down and mocked as they made helpless noises with that phrase? Whether they agreed or not he had hissed them, loving to see their cheeks flush or outrage flash in their eyes.

The pumping shaft began to work faster and faster, brutally making sure that she was never given a moments rest as her aching body was caressed in ways that she had tried to mimic with her tongue. But her tongue had never stretched her open like this, never worked against the aching muscles or reached so deep inside of her that she was letting out short little yipping sounds just under her throat. Her eyes squeezing shut and she hunched her hips, the shivering movements building up as the shaft was worked faster and harder, plunging and making her twist her hips back and forth faster. The hand on her belly yanked her upwards as the thrusts grew faster and faster, barely any of the wood shaft sliding out before the knot was crammed up hard against her outer folds. Pushing her mercilessly towards her peak, even as she tried to stop it. She didn't want to cum on the dog cock, pinned down by this woman in a stinking shed, but it didn't matter. Her overly sensitive passage was pushed over to the point that she couldn't stop herself.

"Filthy little slut..." The woman hissed in her ear, echoing words that Theodore had once used in the past as she yipped out shallowly, making helpless puffing noises as her walls rippled down around the shaft.

She clutched it, milked it for seed that would not come and it didn't matter, nothing mattered by the wave of pleasure that rocked over her. The mocking voice didn't matter, even as she wanted to choke out a sob as the knot slammed right up against her quivering folds, grinding along them as her female arousal was pushed out around the edges, growing slicker by the moment as her quivering body tried to latch around something that wasn't there. Her high pitched noises settling, but only briefly as the pressure of the knot began to grow more demanding against her folds. The wetness that had spilled over the edges of the thickest point of the base as her back arched higher in the air and she whimpered out a protest.

"You need to be properly knotted." Her tormentor mocked Theodore as the knot ground harder against her, making her yip out shallowly in protest even as the last edge of her orgasm faded.

Abeni pinned them down mercilessly, grinding back and forth so that her sensitive inner walls were pushed and her lips struggled with the girth. It was too big, too round, and dwarfed her folds as she struggled to get free, every movement jostled the hard wood shaft that caressed through her body. She twisted her head about, her eyes bulging wildly as her tormentor moved her hand down to cup the base of the shaft and began to shove roughly against the spire. She twisted her head away, struggling against the hold on her muzzle and paws as the knot started to wedge inwards, her muscles aching, burning, she was being torn apart. She muffled a squeal as she splayed wider and there was a sudden harder push that wrapped her open until her ring began to sink all the way to the apex of the bulging knot. Her toes curled as she arched her back upwards, shuddering as the force pushed past the ring of her opening, her own wetness pushed out around the edges in a wet squelching noise.

With a pop it sank into her body, plunging into her aching passage with a rush of pain that made her jerk her hips higher up in the air. Her silken walls clamped down tightly around the shaft, clutching and suckling eagerly around the entire spire as it locked in her body. She twisted and writhed, caught between the aching pain of her virginal passage being desecrated by something so foreign and the aching itch that was being soothed as the soft muscles clutched around the knot. Every breath came out raggedly from her nose, she strained her back upwards as she kicked her legs outwards with a soft whimper spilling from her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, not wanting to see the bulging state of her vulva where the knot was pushed within her.

"So eager, I should have thought that I would have to work to fit all of it in you." Abni moved the toy inside of her, tugging and pulling before suddenly twisting it around.

It turned along her silken passage, tugging and caressing in a way that made her whimper out and arch upwards. It still ached, but the stroke of the slippery smooth wood rolled through her and made another shudder run through her, one of pleasure. Her hips twitched slightly as the knot pulled outwards, tugging along her folds and putting pressure on them, nearly slipping free from her puffy spade shaped sex before it pushed forward again, sinking in deeper before turning about. The knot was positioned right along her g-spot and pulled in a slow circle twisting and caressing as a hand moved to cup right against her stomach.

"Does that feel good, vixen? So slick and aroused?" The turn shifted again making her arch up, trembling in place as the hand on her belly suddenly caught right against one of her nipples. "Because we've only just begun."

Oh god... just stop... Her walls were stroked again, pain and pleasure shuddering through her as the next tug pulled harder against her folds, yawning her so wide she cried out in protest.

"How will that vile father of you tie with you if you aren't well trained?" Abni whispered into her ear, like the darkest of secrets. "He'll be joining you soon enough, like father like son... or daughter. But first, we need to make sure you're all ready for him, don't we?

_My father?! Tie me?!_The thought sent a new wave of fear through the former man, but then there was no room for fear. Only room for the sudden rush of pain and pleasure as the knot peeled from her passage with a lewd wet noise, only to begin to push forward again. She could only pray that his tormentor would tire out.... And soon.