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*WARNING: * In this story the main character is raped and abused by very bad men.

Harley had been undercover for nearly a month when she received a call from her handler at the precinct. Normally she only made contact with her handler when absolutely necessary. For him to initiate contact was unusual.

She took the call in her apartment, a cheap place in a bad part of town. She'd rented it in order to better blend in with the gang she was infiltrating, just as she'd changed her wardrobe and gotten her ears pierced. Anything to look different than the clean cut police officer she normally was.

"I've got bad news," her handler said, voice tinny and small. He sounded like he was whispering, "this is straight from Internal. We have a mole in the precinct."

Harley straightened up from where she'd been lying back on her bed. She'd been expecting something bad, but this...

"Which department?" She asked, and realized that her ears had pinned back.

"We don't know, but there's a non-zero chance that he has access to at least some undercover files. If he finds yours..." Her handler didn't have to say anything more, the consequences were clear enough. Cops who had their cover blown didn't often survive the aftermath.

Still, she couldn't just give up. The gang she was embedded with was bad news, and the mere thought of letting them get away made her feel ill.

"They're planning a heist," Harley insisted, "something really big. I only need a little longer, then I can nail them to the wall."

Her handler said nothing. Emboldened, Harley pressed on.

"Even if I don't find anything, I'll pull out after another three days, okay?"

"Two," her handler insisted, "...and please be careful. I don't want to lose anyone on this op."

"You wont. I promise." Harley said, voice loaded with a confidence that she didn't entirely feel.

She hung up and let out a slow breath before getting up and hiding the phone behind her bed's headboard. With that done, Harley moved to the bathroom and checked herself in the mirror. There were jagged cracks running down its center but she could still see herself clearly enough.

There she was, a skinny little coyote in a too tight band t-shirt, ears still pinned back, traces of worry burning in her eyes. Harley made herself smile, then frown. She rolled through the emotions, reducing them all to banalities before once again relaxing her expression back into neutrality.

This time she looked normal, like she was an ordinary person in the middle of an ordinary day. The worry still burned in the center of her, but she could ignore it more easily now. Whoever the mole in the precinct was, she'd only have to worry about them for another forty eight hours.

"You got this." She muttered to herself, checked to see that the silver studs she had in her ears were on straight, then stepped back into her bedroom. She hadn't gone more than a step when a heavy knock rattled the front door.

She froze.

"Harley," a voice came through the cheap particleboard, "you in there?"

She recognized it as belonging to one of the gang's lieutenants, a lion named Swift. She'd always thought his name was stupid. Moving stealthily over to her bedside, Harley fetched her pistol and tucked it away inside the band of her cargo shorts. Normally she didn't much like the whole punk aesthetic, but she had to admit that it made concealed carry a whole lot easier.

With that taken care of, she let her thoughts turn to the lion at her door. Why was he there? There had been a meet scheduled, with every member of the gang meant to come to the usual place, but that wasn't until much later.

The knocking repeated, louder this time.

Taking a deep breath, Harley mussed her fur, making it look like she'd just rolled out of bed, and moved to let the lion in. But when she checked through her peephole, she realized that Swift wasn't alone. The lion stood front and center, muscular and wearing a worn leather jacket, so tall that she could only see his chest and a hint of his broad shoulders...but next to him was Jean.

Harley had to bite back a grimace.

Jean was a fox, charcoal furred and slight in build. He was fond of making crude remarks and other advances that he seemed to interpret as flirting. Harley did not like being around him.

Still, at least it was only the two of them. There were six core members in the gang, including Declan, the leader. Declan was a tiger and even bigger than Swift. Had he been present Harley though he would have needed to duck in order to make it through the doorway to her apartment.

He was wrapped up in worse things than burglary and heists, Harley had heard some truly upsetting anecdotes about people trafficking and sex slavery; but those aspects of his business were elusive enough that she had joined up with a gang of thieves under his control instead.

Swift was Declan's second in command. Harley thought that she herself was somewhere below Swift in terms of hierarchy...then there was Jean and the dogs.

There were three dogs, an Alsatian, a Rottweiler and a Doberman. They moved as a pack and only seemed to interact with each other. Despite their differing breeds, Harley wouldn't have been surprised to find out that they were related in some arcane fashion.

She didn't much like spending time with the dogs if she absolutely didn't have to. They were the muscle, the ones who got sent in when people needed to be hurt. Had they been the ones to show up at her door...Harley supposed she would have simply opened fire and prayed for the best.

But Swift wasn't too bad.

Harley opened the door a few inches, leaning on the jamb as she glanced down the hallway, making sure there weren't any lurking assailants.

"What's going on?" She asked, "I thought we were meeting later."

"Change of plans," Swift said, tuft tipped tail swishing slowly behind him, "we got word there's a snitch somewhere." His face was unreadable, dark eyes boring into her.

Harley cocked her head, ignoring the icy jolt of dread that squeezed her chest.

"How come I didn't know about this?" She asked, voice even.

"Just found out," the lion said, "...now listen, this is coming straight from the boss. We're gonna pull the job tonight, same plan and everything, just accelerated a little. Can you do that?"

Harley nodded even before the words could fully sink in. All she could really focus on was the fact that Swift didn't seem to know that she was the snitch. She watched his face but there was nothing amiss, no tells or twitches. That was good.

"Just past midnight, when the security guys swap out, right?" Harley asked. She knew the answer already but wanted definite confirmation. Anything to ensure that the police were waiting when the gang made their move.

Swift nodded.

"We're going to the usual place now. Gotta get ready and run over everything, make sure there won't be any problems."

There was something slightly different about the way he said the last few words, but Harley only nodded. She couldn't look nervous.

"If you need to grab anything..." Jean said, eyes drifting back into her apartment.

Harley shook her head.

"I'm ready," she said, "...I'll follow you guys over."

But Swift was already shaking his head.

"We came in the van. There's some stuff I want you to look at on the way."

This wasn't out of the ordinary. Harley had first ingratiated herself to the gang by reading the electronic schematics to a jewelry store they'd wanted to rob. This had to be something similar, just a double check of some existing alarm systems, to make sure they weren't missing anything.

Still, Harley didn't much like the idea of being shoved in so close to the rest of the gang. She'd have to find a quiet moment to call her handler and let him know about the sudden change in plan.

They went downstairs, Swift leading the way. As they took the stairs (the elevator was eternally out of commission) Jean slipped up next to her. He was still smiling, a little slyly.

"I haven't seen you in that shirt before." He noted, tracing a finger over her shoulder.

Harley gave him an impatient look.

"Probably not the best time to be hitting on me right now." She said.

The fox blew out a breath but took his paw away.

"Alright..." He allowed, "was gonna say it's a shame I haven't seen you out of it either."

Harley rolled her eyes but made no reply.

The van was parked off to the side of the building, in a narrow alleyway. It was a larger vehicle, meant to move furniture and the like, white painted and windowless. Jean had made jokes about it being more well suited for cruising playgrounds than serving as the mobile HQ for a gang of thieves, but Harley actually liked it. The van was spacious and could hold a lot of things, and the lack of windows meant she never got carsick while poring over complicated schematics. Had she been an actual criminal, Harley supposed she might own a similar vehicle.

Swift paused close to the front of the vehicle, checking his phone. He seemed to have gotten a text. Jean darted ahead and opened the van's sliding door for her, exaggeratedly gentlemanly. She blew out a quiet breath, unimpressed by the fox's gesture, and stepped forward.

But even as she entered the van, eyes adjusting to the dimness of its interior, Harley saw that something was different. Where there might have normally been at least one row of seats for passengers was now an empty space with...was that a mattress?

Even as she puzzled over the addition of that odd item, she realized that the floor had been covered with plastic sheeting.

That was about when Jean leaned forward and jabbed her between the shoulders with a stun gun.

The sensation was so intense, red hot and impossibly cold all at once, that for a moment Harley was entirely unsure what had just happened. Her thoughts atomized and her muscles locked, a high, keening whimper forced through gritted teeth.

She toppled, legs buckling beneath her, and hit the floor of the van with a bang. Her lungs had seized and for a small eternity she was entirely certain that she was about to asphyxiate right there on the floor of the van. Jean stepped over her, then Swift. Rough paws found her wrists and then she was being dragged further into the van. The world spun and suddenly she was lying on something soft and springy, a dim echo of the ceiling spinning overhead.

Oh right. She was on the mattress now.

Harley managed to take a shallow, shivering little breath and cried out again. The pain of forcing her shock traumatized muscles to work once more was awful. A pitiful little mewl of agony leaking from between her lips as she tried to squirm away.

But before she could move more than a few inches the van door slammed shut and drenched her in darkness once more. Swift's paw, huge and rough, found her throat and she was shoved back into the center of the mattress, Jean pinning her legs as she tried to kick. Someone, she wasn't sure who, tugged her pistol, holster and all, free and tossed it into the front of the van. She heard it clatter to the floor there, now impossibly far away.

Harley had been stunned before as part of police training, but this was so much worse than the taser the precinct had used. This felt more like what she imagined a cattle prod or a military stun baton would do to someone.

"Stop..." She groaned, voice tiny and weak.

Above her, Swift shook his head slightly. He didn't seem to have heard her plea.

"I didn't think it was gonna be you." He said, and immediately Harley realized what he was talking about.

But it couldn't be. Surely.

She managed to shake her head a little. Swift was still holding her by the throat, not quite hard enough to cut off her air, but Harley could see little spots dancing languidly at the edges of her vision. It was hard to focus on them in the midst of the sensory chaos her body was experiencing. Random, frenetic twitches rolled through her as her nervous system desperately tried to get back on line.

"There's been a mistake." She said, and was relieved to find that her voice was a bit steadier.

Leaning to one side of the van, Jean patted along the wall, then found the switches for the overhead lights. They weren't much, but suddenly Harley could see everything. Jean was sitting on her legs, one paw resting on her left thigh. Harley opened her mouth to tell him to get the fuck off of her, but before she could utter a syllable Swift was reaching into his jacket.

For a half second Harley was sure it would be a knife or a gun, something to end her with...but all that came out was a photograph, printed on glossy paper. He held it between two fingers like a business card and showed it to her.

The picture was upside down but still Harley recognized it in an instant. Her cadet portrait. There she stood, stern and square shouldered, dressed in all the finery the precinct could bring to bear.

"That's not..." She tried to deny the undeniable but Swift merely tightened his grip and choked the lie at its root. Jean laughed as Harley's eyes went wide, the breath choked from her lungs.

"We trusted you," Declan said, replacing the photograph, "and this is how you repay us? You stupid fucking bitch." He didn't speak especially loudly, but the venom in his voice made Harley cringe, even through the gathering haze. The spots bordering her vision had begun to coagulate, her vision retreating into a dot.

Yet she could still see Jean, tail wagging madly behind him, stroking his paws along her legs. For a moment he hesitated, then found the waist of her cargo shorts and tugged them down, leaving her panties askew.

Somehow, though she knew the situation was very bad, Harley had not quite had time to process the full extent of her fear. Now it hit, the world seeming to crystallize around her, becoming hard edged and cold. She tried to scream but could only manage a whimpery groan. She grabbed at Swift's wrist, digging her claws into the lion's flesh, but he hardly seemed to notice, simply maintained his grip.

She was fading, mouth ajar, gasping desperately for what scraps of air she could get. Harley pushed her legs together but Jean forced a knee between them and leaned over her, paws on the insides of her thighs. His claws prickled her skin.

Tears rolled down Harley's cheeks, turning her vision kaleidoscopic and strange. But even if she couldn't see what was going on, she could feel the fox tugging her panties down, exposing her slit and tail-hole. Her tail tried to twitch up but already the fox was jamming a paw there, his erection rubbing against the inside of her left thigh.

He was tenting his pants, free paw fumbling at the zipper, tongue lolling out. Marshaling her last bits of strength, Harley twisted aside, forcing the fox from between her legs and dumping him off the mattress. Jean hit the wall of the van with a crash and a surprised yelp. Her legs free, Harley lashed out, trying to loosen Swift's grip.

The lion only laughed, lifted her off the mattress, then slammed her back down. Harley squeaked, the last of the air shocked from her lungs. Slowly, she went limp, spasming uselessly in place as the last of her vision disintegrated.

Oh God.

Oh God.

Oh God.

And suddenly Swift's paw was gone. Harley gagged and coughed, the world spinning back into place, though only slowly. She couldn't quite place herself, there was an awful dizzy swirling sensation that made her eyes want to drift apart and her thoughts stop cooperating.

Everything hurt...

Ahead of her, through a spotty haze, she could see the fox picking himself up, looking stunned and embarrassed in equal measures. Swift laughed again.

"Fucking useless." He chuckled, then took Harley's shirt and ripped it down the front. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath and Harley groaned as her breasts were exposed, small and round and perky, capped with little ebony nipples.

Again it hit her what was about to happen. She'd barely evaded it once, by kicking the fox aside, but now...

A thought came to her as Jean lunged and once again pinned her legs, fury burning in his eyes. She'd probably just made it worse for herself by fighting back.

Together, the lion and the fox forced her onto her front, Swift pinning Harley's head beneath one knee as he undid his pants. Behind her, Harley heard the unmistakeable sound of a zipper undoing, then the rustle of fabric as Jean forced his pants down.

"Gonna teach you a fucking lesson." He muttered, and wrenched her tail aside, spearing a pair of fingers into her little onyx slit.

Harley whimpered. She couldn't quire gather the energy for outright resistance, she was still too dizzy and weak. Her throat burned and when Swift grabbed her by one pointy ear and tugged her head up, Harley could only manage a single ragged sob.

The lion was on his knees in front of her, pants down to mid thigh and his cock twitching in the open air. It was pink and tapered, lined with little pointed barbs and intimidatingly large. Harley hunched her shoulders and tried to draw away, but already the lion had forced his paw under her muzzle, levering her jaws open with one thumb.

"You try to bite me I'll break every tooth in your head." He growled, then pushed his hips forward, smearing his pre leaking cock along her cheek. Harley let her mouth fall more widely open, feeling Jean's paws on her hips as she did so. Again she tried to force her tail down between her legs but it was much too late for that.

Swift shoved his length down her throat with a grunt, and a moment later the fox's knotted length jammed into her canine slit, stretching her open.

In an instant Harley found herself crushed between her two assailants, her breath completely gone once again. Little whimpering yelps bubbled up from between her lips, a red hot burst of pain shuddering through her center as the fox's length battered its way into her.

Jean grunted and shoved his hips forward, hilting himself into her, the swell of his knot plugging her spasming pussy. Harley tried to ignore the almost desperate grunts he was making with each thrust he landed into her abused body, but it was too present to possibly be put aside.

Atop her head, Swift's grip tightened and Harley felt her head being shoved forward, her mouth widening almost beyond its limits as the lion forced his cock down her throat. He tasted bitter, his pre sticky and his barbs unpleasantly sharp. There was a deep rumbling purr emanating from his center and Harley squeezed her eyes shut as she recognized the cruel pleasure in it, feeling sick to her stomach.

"Oh fuck," Jean groaned, breath quickening as he hammered his hips against hers, paws tightening on her hips, "she's so fucking tight." A burning splash of pre squirted into her as he panted, the fox's cock throbbing inside of her.

Harley tried to think of something else, but her thoughts had fizzled and all she could focus on was the present moment, filled with pain and fear and an ever growing humiliation. She'd gotten jumped. She'd gotten jumped and now she was being raped.

Swift let a breath hiss from between his teeth, then ground against Harley's face, making her gag. She squirmed in place, helpless to resist, and felt the lion's balls jerk against her chin as a heavy spurt of pre splashed across the back of her throat.

Behind her, she could feel little hot spatters of saliva landing on her back, Jean drooling as he fucked her, the fox leaning forward to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples as he made use of her trembling body.

To know that he was in such control, that they both were, it made Harley want to scream. But all she could do was stay still and wait for it to be over.

Jean didn't take much longer to cum, molding himself against her back as he humped happily away, hot breath ruffling the fur between her ears. His knot, throbbing impatiently, shoved rudely against the lips of her pussy but was just a little too large to be admitted. Instead the fox grunted and squirmed, panting as he blew his load, eager spurts of vulpine cum flooding Harley's womb. His teeth closed on the space where her neck and shoulder met and for a long moment Jean simply savored the afterglow, grinding against her.

All Harley could do was shudder and try not to sob. She was on the pill, she told herself over and over again, like a mantra. But even that tiny comfort didn't do much to make her feel any better.

Swift, watching alabaster trickles of sticky fox seed drip from between Harley's legs, intensified his own pace, purr growing into something not unlike a growl. Harley could feel the tips of his claws prickling the sides of her head, where the lion held her firmly in place, and silently prayed that he wouldn't cut her.

Mercifully, the lion did nothing of the sort. But she could hardly focus on that between the ugly, horrible warmth of Jean's cum inside of her and the ever quickening spurts of bitter pre filling her throat.

Swift came a dozen rough thrusts later, a strangled growl leaking from between gritted teeth as he forced the entire impressive length of his pre smeared cock into Harley's muzzle and drained his balls down her throat. His load was heavy and thick, just as bitter as his pre. Harley gagged, trickles of feline seed leaking from the corners of her mouth as fresh tears welled in her eyes.

The lion took a long time to withdraw, reluctant to leave the slippery warmth of Harley's maw, and when he did he wiped his cock clean on the side of her muzzle. Harley shivered with disgust but could only feel relieved as Jean withdrew as well, his cock pulsing one last tiny trickle of cum across her ass.

That relief only lasted for a moment. Kneeling in front of her, the fox framed her face with both paws, lifting it level to his softening length.

"Clean it." He ordered, breath still coming fast.

It occurred to Harley that she could bite him, but the thought of what might come if she did that was too terrible for such brazen resistance to really be an option. She didn't open her mouth but did let the fox force her jaws apart with his fingers. She shut her eyes as he thrust his length down her throat, trying desperately not to notice her own taste on his cock.

"Not too good for me now, are you, bitch?" He demanded, aglow with triumph.

When her terrible chore was done, Swift produced a coil of cord and a blindfold. Then, together, they forced Harley onto the mattress and bound her arms and legs. The blindfold came last, Jean pushing it over her eyes with a smirk.

"You drive." The lion ordered, and Jean sighed before reluctantly departing. A moment later the van was put into gear and they started off.

Slowly, Harley curled into the closest thing to a ball that she could manage. She should have been tracking how many turns the van was making and what sorts of sounds leaked through from the outside world, but her thoughts were too fragmented and her body too hurt to make such deducting possible.

All she could think about was the awful, splintery pain between her legs and the ache settling into her jaw. She'd been attacked. She'd been used. The realization of that reality seemed bigger than the world, too horrible to ever be truly dealt with.

A moment later, the lion's paws found her shoulders, steadying her on the mattress as the van made a sharp turn. Harley cringed from Swift's touch but could only hold her breath and hope he wasn't interested in assaulting her again.

"I wasn't lying," the lion said, voice worryingly casual, "we are going to the usual place. And I know at least four people who will be very excited to see you."

Harley's heart skipped a beat and she had to resist a frightened shiver.

"You won't get away with this." She mumbled, but her voice was hollow.

The lion was silent for a moment, then pressed her onto her back. A moment later she felt his weight settle atop her, forcing her legs apart, a pair of fingers slipping into her abused pussy. She bit back a whimper, but not completely.

"We already have." Swift said, voice issuing from the darkness in front of her, then she felt his teeth close on the side of her neck, hard enough to hurt.

Harley stayed still, teeth gritted, tears wetting the fabric of her blindfold. She couldn't move, couldn't hope to resist in any meaningful way. Not with her arms tied to her sides and the lion's weight pinning her down.

She'd always done well at physical training and had kept herself toned and ready...but somehow none of it seemed to matter now. She still felt scrambled from the stun gun, and the depredations forced upon her since then had only worsened matters.

After a moment Swift's fingers left her slit and then he was pressing them into her mouth. Again she thought about biting down, but that impulse only lasted a moment before being shattered by the pain of her rapist's barbed cock shoving into her pussy.

Swift was much larger than Jean and Harley shrieked as loud as she could around the digits in her mouth, sobbing openly as the lion hilted himself into her. A discomforted shuffle came from the front of the van.

"Can we stop once you're done?" Jean asked eagerly, clearly ready to use her again.

Swift ground his hips against Harley's, a satisfied groan leaking from between his lips as her canine cunt gripped his member.

"Shut up and drive." He grunted, and continued to fuck the trembling coyote.

There was fresh cum staining the insides of Harley's thighs by the time they came to a stop. She thought they might take the blindfold off, for she knew where the usual place was and how to get there, yet they left it on. Anything to enhance the helplessness she was feeling, Harley supposed tiredly as Swift forced her out of the van and onto a cold, concrete floor.

She felt numb, all emotions and sensations blunted by the horror of what had happened to her. But instead of focusing on the pain between her legs or the lingering traces of feline and vulpine seed she could taste at the back of her mouth, Harley made herself think about where she was.

The usual place was an abandoned factory warehouse, though the gang only made use of the back rooms, which were lined with schematics and equipment and other items useful for planning and completing heists.

Not that she would see any of that.

She sagged to her knees, legs trembly and weak beneath her, and was jerked back up by Swift. The lion had bit her neck when he came and Harley wasn't quite sure whether it was bleeding or not. It stung, the hurt coming in waves simultaneous to everywhere else on her body.

There were people ahead of her, Harley could hear movement, and she supposed that the rest of the gang had come to see her arrival.

Somebody laughed, the noise snickery and cruel. One of the dogs, maybe. Harley hunched her shoulders and made Swift drag her, dread expanding within her like a balloon full of battery acid. Quickly, Jean joined Swift, taking Harley's other arm, free paw dropping down to squeeze her firm rear.

"You boys have fun?" A voice came from ahead.

Declan. The leader of the gang.

Swift nodded, or Harley suspected he did. Jean chuckled.

"First time I've ever fucked a cop." He said.

"You leave her ass alone?" Declan asked, though his tone was relaxed. Harley felt a cold shiver of nauseous dread roll through her as she realized that there had likely been prior instructions made as to what Jean and Swift were and weren't allowed to do to her.

"Of course." Swift said.

Harley whimpered.

Footsteps approached, then a rough paw jerked her blindfold off. She squinted into the sudden light. Evening had come while she wasn't looking and the setting sun sent lances of orangey brightness through the warehouse windows. Harley stared hard at the ground, not wanting to look at what was in front of her.

Declan stood, blindfold hanging from one finger, a humorless smile on his face. Behind him the dogs stood, shoulder to shoulder, hard eyes tracing her naked figure. The Alsatian shifted in place, a bulge tightening the fabric of his pants. There was an ugly, almost electric feeling of anticipatory lust in the air, even worse than in the van.

Harley's ears pinned back. She sniffled.

"Probably would have done this to you sooner or later," Declan said, striped tail swishing behind him, "so don't feel too bad."

Harley tried to kick him, aiming for the tiger's groin, but her effort was clumsy and she caught his thigh. Declan didn't even blink, just raised one paw and cracked her hard across the face. It wasn't anything more than a casual slap but the force still snapped Harley's head to the side, her entire face gone hot and numb in an instant.

She sagged against the lion and hated herself for doing it. Droplets of blood began to drip from her nose.

"Gonna pound you extra hard just for that." The tiger said, then turned and gestured towards the other end of the warehouse, where the back rooms were.

They began to drag her. Harley squirmed but knew even as she tugged and pulled that her attempts at resistance would bear no fruit.

The furniture in the back room had been cleared away, leaving an empty spot on the ratty, cheap carpet. They threw her down there, one of the dogs putting a boot into her side when she tried to scramble away. She crumpled onto her face, a high little whine shivering from her trembling lips. Tears wet the carpet she lay on.

Behind her, Declan undressed. Harley thought back to what it had felt like to have Swift fuck her and recoiled even at the remembrance of the lion's suffocating weight. Declan had at least a foot on the lion and was built broadly, muscles rippling beneath striped fur as he pressed Harley onto her stomach, grinding her face into the carpet. The friction stung her cheek and Harley grimaced, knowing that this was going to happen no matter what she did.

At least the van had had a mattress, she thought to herself, and shut her eyes.

A moment later she felt a pair of fingers, could and slick, press under her tail before spreading her smallest, tightest hole. The pain came in a sudden hard shock that made Harley yelp and try to scramble up. Immediately, the Doberman lunged forward and pinned her arms. He'd undone the zipper on his pants and Harley could see his cock straining against his briefs, a dark spot forming on the fabric as pre began to flow.

Seeing her gaze, the Doberman gave her a cruel smile and redoubled his grip, claws digging into her wrists. Harley gritted her teeth and tried to force her thoughts elsewhere...to no avail.

The tiger forced his fingers as deep into her as they could go, seeming to enjoy the pained spasms that rolled along his digits with each move he made. Then, mercifully, he withdrew, and though Harley knew that the respite would only be momentary, she still couldn't help but feel relieved.

Then she felt the hot press of the tiger's member and made herself relax. If she tensed up then he would break her. Declan slid forward with a single hard thrust of his hips, laying his entire weight atop Harley. The air was squeezed from her lungs and she wheezed helplessly, face once again pressed into the carpet as the tiger's barbed cock sank into her tail-hole. His balls, huge and heavy, pressed against her rear and Harley felt them throbbing for a half second before her rapist began to thrust.

He fucked her with hard, stern thrusts that shot sparks of agony through her entire body and made spots come to the corners of her vision. Again Harley felt like she was being strangled, though no paw was at her throat this time. Her pain was silent but for the wet slap of the tiger's cock hilting into her over and over again.

She could feel his barbs raking her insides and wept at the pain, silent tears flowing down her cheeks as her mouth sat agape with a pain that could never have been fully expressed even if she had all the air in the world with which to scream.

When Declan gripped her shoulders Harley felt his claws jab into her flesh, but even that hurt couldn't compare to the greater agony of what was being done to her. He pulled her back, grinding himself as deep into her as he possibly could then blew out a satisfied breath, panting with lust.

"I almost feel bad I'm ruining this...tightest fucking ass I've had in a while."

His words got a laugh from the others and Harley trembled beneath a fresh wave of humiliation, eyes squeezing shut.

It went on like that for a long time, the tiger pounding her poor, abused tail-hole with open delight, exchanging comments with his fellows. They teased her from time to time but their words had blurred to static and Harley could not decipher what they meant.

She felt faint and hurt, only the pain even halfway present anymore. The tiger grunted on top of her and then his thrusts were growing shorter, his balls jerking as his member twitched inside of her.

He roared when he came, balls tightening as he gripped onto Harley's shoulders, pulling her back against his hips, hilting his cock into her abused tail-hole one last time. Warmth blossomed inside of her and Harley whimpered as each fresh spurt of feline seed stung the wounds the tiger had just given her.

Declan wasted no time on savoring the snug confines of her hole, simply withdrew and stroked one last rope of cum across Harley's back before standing with a grunt.

Harley didn't move. She felt broken, her tail-hole throbbing with outraged agony.

One of the dogs nudged her with the toe of a boot but though she knew, in the back of her mind, that she ought to be doing something to protect herself...she couldn't.

"Harley." Declan said from where he stood above her.

Harley said nothing, only sniffled as cum drooled from her freshly fucked tail-hole.

The tiger scoffed.

"Fucking snitch," he muttered, then glanced to his fellows, "do whatever you want to her." With that said he turned and began to walk away, his interest in the affair exhausted.

Harley felt eyes turning to her but still she was too hurt and exhausted to move.

One of the dogs, the Rottweiler, she thought, turned her onto her back with one foot. They were undressing, she realized, and felt a faint surge of horror. She tried to squirm away so she might be able to curl into a ball, but that hadn't worked in the van and it didn't work here.

The Doberman looked to be the largest of his fellows, cock pink and dripping pre, at least nine inches long and twitching in time with his heartbeat. He exchanged a looked with the Alsatian, who grinned and stroked his own knotted length. The Rottweiler's cock was shorter but stubby and with a knot that made Harley want to whimper.

"I call her ass." The Doberman grunted, and started forward.

No further words were exchanged, the dogs moved in unison, like a pack of wolves running down wounded prey. Harley gritted her teeth and tried to kick, but the movement was faint, barely even perceptible as resistance, and the Alsatian laughed as he grabbed her by the ears and forced her onto her side, the Doberman sliding behind her, cock poking impatiently at her rear. For a half second he thrust at the wrong spot, cock glancing away, then he readjusted and jammed himself into her, Harley letting out a high, keening shriek.

Her pain did nothing to dissuade the others, instead the Rottweiler moved even faster, plugging her muzzle with his knot, hard cock filling her throat. He remained on his knees, framing her muzzle with both paws, keeping it tight around his cock as he fucked her face with hard, vicious strokes.

The Alsatian took his time sliding into her pussy, enjoying the way she whimpered and trembled at each new hurt that was inflicted upon her. Harley's paws had balled into fists and her eyes felt hot and achey. She doubted there was another tear for her to cry in the whole wide world.

The dogs were rough in their attentions, rougher than even the tiger had been, and Harley groaned, the faintness returning in force. It was shock, she realized, her body sliding into numbness to protect against the horrors that had been wrought upon it.

She went limp, the Doberman grunting as he shoved his thick cock into her cum oiled tail-hole again and again, paws reaching around Harley's sides to pinch her sore nipples. The Alsatian was more passive and she took some relief out of that, though each spurt of pre he shot into her only served as a reminder of the pleasure they were having at her expense.

But ultimately Harley could not focus on much, her thoughts were drifting away, even as the Rottweiler slid his cock along her tongue and then cried out, hot jets of salty cum overflowing her mouth. He fell back, huffing, cock jerking as a last few ropes of seed splashed over Harley's muzzle. She tried to spit but Jean was already in front of her, pushing his knotted length past her lips with a grunt and a gasp.

Harley shut her eyes. Behind her, the Doberman let out a growly, shivery breath and exchanged a look with the Alsatian, both working to reposition Harley. Her world spun as she was reoriented, lying on her front now, the Alsatian's solid form beneath her. A part of her recoiled with disgust but there was no part of her with the strength to move.

Gripping her hips, his leverage increased, the Doberman railed Harley's ass, knot grinding ever further into her tightest hole as the fox humped her mouth and the Alsatian came with a grunt, emptying himself into the supple depths of her onyx cunt, face buried between her breasts.

And then, suddenly, the Doberman was fully inside of her, knot battering aside the last of her tail-hole's resistance. It sank into her like a red hot ball of iron going through ice, her ass burning as it was stretched well beyond its limits. His claws dug into her hips, then the dog was cumming, a little whine leaking from between his lips as his tail wagged furiously behind him.

Harley managed a choked cry, but the sound was muffled by the fox's cock as he pumped his cock down her throat with feverish delight, pre leaking from his pointed tip like a faucet.

Gasping for breath, the Doberman collapsed atop Harley with a satisfied groan, the heat of his load seeming to spread through her stomach. The Alsatian's cock flopped free from her freshly fucked pussy, followed closely by a small flood of canine seed. He slid out from under her slowly, well drained by his climax.

Harley collapsed more fully onto the ground, Jean going to his knees as he continued hammering her muzzle.

The fox's climax seemed to take him by surprise, his legs stiffening as he was seized by a bolt of ecstasy. His cock jerked in Harley's mouth, fountaining warm seed into the back of her throat. She coughed but Jean grabbed her muzzle, keeping it formed around his member as he drained himself into her once again.

When he finally sat back, little trickles of alabaster still rolling down the pink length of his spent cock, the fox seemed drained.

But there were others ready to take his place. Harley groaned as she was moved onto her side, the Doberman still waiting for his knot to soften. Swift positioned himself between her legs, feline cock teasing the velvety folds of her cum streaked pussy.

He smiled, eyes hard and cruel, then pushed slowly in.

Harley shut her eyes and knew with a dreadful certainty that for as long as the gang decided to keep her around, this would be her life. And there wouldn't be a thing she could do to stop them.

Time passed. Eventually the Doberman's knot softened and he tugged it out of her ass, letting a dribble of hot canine cum slide from her ravaged hole. But though her assailants swapped places, they never entirely left her alone. Harley found herself on her front or back, propped against walls or bent over chairs and tables, anything to make it easier for the gang to get at whichever part of her they were most interested in at the moment.

Sometimes they fucked her in groups, hard lengths filling her abused holes and squirting fresh pre into her soiled depths. Other times she was left more or less alone, only one assailant at a time playing with her limp form.

Phones came out and cameras flashed, the gang showing off their acumen as they shoved into her again and again. Harley shut her eyes against it all but could not hold back tears as a new humiliation was foisted over her.

Now, even if she survived this, even if she somehow got away, there would be images and videos out there showing how broken she was. How these lowlives had reduced her to nothing more than a plaything.

The gang had become more casual now that they'd each gotten off at least once. Harley heard beers being opened, laughter ringing out as her rapists reviewed photos and videos, bantering over their own performances.

At one point the Rottweiler attempted to force the neck of a vodka bottle down her throat, but Harley squirmed away, an icy splash of liquor wetting the side of her face. The dog slapped her but she kept her mouth tightly shut until he decided the vodka was worth more still in the bottle and pushed her over a chair instead, jamming the agonizingly thick girth of his cock into her tail-hole without even a bit of lube.

Harley grayed out, waking only to the salty splash of cum against her lips, the Alsatian stroking the last of his climax across her face. Judging from the fresh sting she could feel between her legs, Harley thought he'd probably just gotten done fucking her pussy. Jean ruffled the fur between her ears as Harley tried to squirm away, phone out and aimed at her. His free paw had gone between his legs, where he seemed busy stroking himself into hardness once more.

"Just too bad we can't keep you around past tonight." He said lightly, then was moving behind her. Harley made an attempt to twist away, but even that small motion hurt her so badly that she nearly blacked out once more.

Jean gripped her hips and forced her into position, the pointed tip of his cock brushing against her tail-hole. Harley gritted her teeth, then made herself glance back, the world swooping alarmingly around her even as she did.

"What...what's tonight?" She forced herself to ask, but the words felt strange and slurred even to her. Again she felt faint.

The fox pushed into her. He seemed to have put his phone away because she could feel both of his paws sliding up her back and then under her arms. With a grunt, Jean hauled her back, settling Harley into his lap. She whimpered, gravity forcing her down onto his knot. For a moment she squirmed weakly, fresh agony searing through her entire body, then her tired muscles surrendered and she felt the suffocating fullness of her rapist's vulpine knot throbbing inside of her.

Jean gasped and wrapped his arms around her, quick little breaths ruffling the fur on the side of her neck. Harley shivered in revulsion.

It took the fox a long moment to remember her question but she heard him chuckle as he ground his full length into her, savoring the silken heat of her ass. Even after everything it had subjected to, her tail-hole was still tight.

"The boss is coming at eleven," Jean said, then grunted, squirting a fiery splash of pre into her, "oh fuck..." He was close already, Harley realized, overwhelmed by just how vulnerable and beaten she was. Of course, the fact that he'd finally sunk his knot into her smallest, tightest hole wasn't helping either.

Harley gritted her teeth, forcing herself to ignore the horrible fact that she'd soon be taking yet another load. So Declan was coming back...and probably soon. But what would he do to her? Were they going to finish her off?

Fear, sour and acidy, rose in the pit of her stomach and Harley whimpered. Behind her, Jean's paws rose to squeeze her breasts and he rolled his hips, cock jerking as he unloaded inside of her for the third time that night.

For once her thoughts were elsewhere, she could almost ignore the way the fox kissed the side of her neck as he enjoyed a lazy afterglow, fingers still pressing into her soft little breasts. As unpleasant as it was, it was no longer her biggest concern.

She thought about asking Jean what Declan was planning on doing, but that wouldn't solve anything. She needed to find some way to escape.

But how?

She certainly couldn't, not in the state she was now, a canine knot swelling inside of her stinging tail-hole. And even if she'd been left alone, no eyes upon her, Harley doubted she could even stand or walk.

She could probably crawl, and slowly at that, but crawling wouldn't take her anywhere in a hurry.

Maybe if she stole a weapon...

But those thoughts, fragmentary and frightened, collapsed in on themselves at the sound of approaching footsteps. There were multiple pairs, all heading busily across concrete, and Harley instinctively cringed as the door to the room she was in swung open.

Declan stepped through, but he wasn't alone. Following him were a pair of lynxes, slim and identical in both dress and appearance, silvery furred and with tuft tipped ears and amber eyes. They were hardly any older than her, late twenties at most.

Twins, Harley realized, and nearly laughed. Were they the ones who were going to get rid of her? After everything else, why not?

But the lynxes only gave her a cursory glance, two pairs of identical eyes passing over her trembling, cum streaked body. Then they were looking to Declan.

"You've done a number on her." The first lynx said, adjusting the front of his black silk jacket.

"Quite." Agreed the second. "There will be a reduction in price."

Price?

"How much?" Declan asked.

The lynxes exchanged a look, seeming to come to an understanding in only a moment.

"She will require some recovery time." The first lynx said.

"But police officers are highly sought after," added the second, "so our typical asking price will only be reduced by twenty percent...assuming you've done no permanent damage."

"What's the difference?" Declan asked.

Harley took a slow breath, realizing what was happening.

She was being sold.

A part of her demanded that she try and run, but of course the solid, ugly sensation of Jean's knot, still throbbing inside of her as the fox emptied every last bit of seed he could into her ass, precluded that option.

If she tried to get up then she'd be tugged back down almost immediately. And beyond that...

Again the impossibility of escape closed over her like the jaws of a steel trap.

Instead she looked at the lynxes, but though she'd been briefed in the types of underworld figures she might encounter while working undercover with Declan and his gang, she didn't recognize them.

That was worrying.

"There's a big difference," the first lynx said, "everyone we purchase and make use of must be perfectly unharmed."

"Physically, at least." The second added, giving Harley another sidelong glance.

Declan blew out a breath.

"Twenty is fine," he sighed, then made a sharp gesture at Jean, "you, get that bitch off your cock! Hurry up!"

Jean jumped in place and Harley spilled to the side, crumpling to the carpet as the fox scrambled to obey, knot still locked inside of her. The lynx twins stepped back to observe, quietly amused. The first had taken out a fat bankroll and was counting bills.

Harley almost wanted to see how much she'd been sold for, but again her thoughts were knocked off kilter by an expanding ache as Jean yanked his knot free with a splatter of warm cum, stepping sheepishly away.

Harley lay face down on the floor, taking small breaths as she rode out this fresh wave of agony. She didn't want to cry, nor do anything else to appear weak instead of these new figures, but she was trembling with fear now and knew that her terror had to be apparent.

She'd just been sold. But what would happen to her now?

Declan accepted the bills, quite a lot of them, then snapped his fingers. The dogs stepped forward, one holding the blindfold, and within moments Harley found herself trussed and being carried, loops of cord binding her arms and legs, fabric covering her eyes. She was still naked and covered with drying splashes of seed, but the lynxes didn't seem to care about that.

As they stepped back out into the warehouse itself, the cool of the night enveloping Harley, making her want to shiver, she realized she could hear the purr of an electric engine. The lynx twins had come in a hybrid of some kind, probably alone or just with a driver if they hadn't.

She heard the trunk of a car open, then, suddenly, she was being bundled on top of a pad of velvety blankets. They had been freshly laundered, she could smell a faint hint of detergent clinging to the fabric. Squirming onto her side, Harley looked to where she guessed the edge of the trunk was and probed with her bound legs. A quartet of gentle paws pressed her back down, easily overpowering her muted struggles.

"It's only a short drive," the first lynx said from somewhere ahead of her. He seemed to be slightly to her right, "you don't need to be afraid."

"All the same," the second chimed in, "we're going to give you something to make it easier."

The icy sting of a needle jittered across her left calf, just below the knee, and Harley felt a pernicious slowness overtake her thoughts and actions, everything beginning to spin away. It even slid between her and the pain that wracked her poor, abused body.

"I...please...don't..." She tried to say, but the words came in murmurs and the lynxes slid her down atop her blankets, one adjusting the blindfold so it sat more evenly over her eyes. His motions were weirdly gentle.

"Have a nice rest, officer," the second lynx said as Harley fell past consciousness and into the place beyond, "you'll be welcomed to your new life soon enough."