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Our speed decreased as we approached the end.

The car came to a quick halt and I covered my ears at the sound of the rubber tires scraping against the tough asphalt. I hadn't so much as glanced up at Frank the entire ride; I'm not sure if I was in disgust or fright. He on the other hand had no problem staring at me. Was he making sure I didn't fight back? Maybe, but my guess was that he just got off to that feeling of control.

Boy was I right.

The car door slid open and my eyes squinted at the bright sunlight. I hadn't seen but a small bit of light since I was placed in this vehicular prison. Ralph was standing at the side of the van; his expression was nearly apathetic, but it showed a bit of anger. "Get out of the car."

I sat still, petrified by the mysteriousness of my location. My inability to function only made Ralph grow more and more impatient. "Get out of the car," he repeated with a loud crescendo. Not wanting to worsen the position I was in, I set aside my fear and climbed out of the car. Frank followed close behind me, close enough for the back of my tail to fall at his feet.

"Tie it off," Ralph called out to the Hyena; he complied without question. I turned to watch as he ripped out a long, elastic band from his back pocket. He looked down at me and grinned a very wide grin while expanding and contracting the band in front of my face. I watched it and examined it down to the fiber; I had no idea what it was for.

"Turn towards me fag," Frank chuckled; his laugh slowly grew into an obsessive howl. Cautiously I turned towards him and bit my lower lip as he grabbed onto my wrist. He jerked my body closer to his, looked me directly into the eyes, and began to tie the band around my upper arm. He smiled wide at me without breaking focus, showing me his sharp fangs in a threatening yet teasing manner.

Ralph came up from behind me and grabbed both of my shoulders, giving me a rough suggestion to stay still. He reached down into a suitcase next to him and pulled out an object of restraint. I almost let out a timid whine when I realized what he was doing, but I tried my best to hide my fear and show my pride. I closed my eyes and listened as he snapped the collar around my neck; it was a perfect fit.

He bent back over and reached into his bag once again, digging around on the inside. I could feel the blood pressure beginning to rise inside of my arm; it felt like a balloon filling up with a little too much air. Frank gave me a bit of a push on one of my arms, letting me know that he wanted me to face Ralph will full attention. I watched as his lifted his body back up to full height, pulling with him another item of control. This time the whine was let out; it was soft, but still a bit noticeable.

"Looks like someone lost their courage," Ralph said as he lifted the object in front of my eyes, what's wrong? You don't like leashes?" I felt that the question was rhetorical and therefore I didn't gain the impulse to answer. He gave me a devilish smile and slowly latched the leash to my collar. I looked down in shame and noticed that my collar contained a name tag; it was both degrading and humiliating.

Slut.

I let out a deep exhale, trying to get rid of both my anger and sadness; it didn't help. Ralph's fiendish smile didn't let down and Frank began to laugh harder and harder. I couldn't help but think that this wasn't the end to my humiliation. "Frank," Ralph began, "Hand me the muzzle."

The Hyena's laugh only grew louder and more obnoxious, which I didn't think was possible. He pounced down hastily and took hold of another large object of limitation, quickly scrambling back up onto his feet in delight. I tried to gain a glance of the muzzle without giving it my full attention; I felt that it didn't deserve as much. It was made of a hot pink leather-like material and was bound by small steel rings. Once again, a perfect fit.

I began to believe that this was all custom made just for me, which would make sense, but would also mean that this had been very premeditated. I wasn't just another puppy caught in the crossfire; I was part of the war.

They hooked every lock into place and I watched as Ralph put the only key into his pants pocket; I began to lose every hope of forgiveness. The blood in my arm was far past bursting point and I knew that's exactly what they wanted. Frank looked down at the inside of my elbow and was very pleased to see the veins popping with force. "He's ready."

I turned back to Ralph as he reached into his pocket. I swallowed the nothingness that was contained in my mouth, choking on all the fear that was caught with it. I didn't alter my eyesight as I watched him pull out a long plastic syringe that contained a completely clear liquid. He held it upright as he flicked middle of the body, allowing all of the air to rise to the top. He pushed slightly on the bottom and a small portion of the liquid shot out the pointed needle tip. His eyes made their way onto my arm and Frank helped him by pushing my limb closer to the needle. I became frantic and my uncontrollable shaking began to take hold; the fear was over taking my body, but before I could act, Ralph pushed the needle straight into the bulging vein of my arm. He released the liquid into my bloodstream and the last thing I saw before passing out was his bright, enticing eyes.

My dreams were filled with distant memories and shifting thoughts; they collided harder than two trains at top speed. I had so many unanswered questions, questions that I would soon find the answer to. Where am I? Why do they want me here? What are they going to do to me? Will I be safe? Do they want to hurt me?

Most importantly, will I ever see Cyd again?

The thoughts showed up faster than a speeding bullet, but drifted away slowly like a dying cloud. I may have been out for hours, but I was strangely relaxed. Eventually all the questions in my head faded away and I was left with nothing but memories. I remembered the look on Luke's pale face as we rushed him to the hospital. I remembered the look in Mike's eyes right before I headed off to sleep. I remembered the look in Cyd's smile when I met him for the first time.

I don't think I'd ever be able to forget that fateful fall. The look in his gorgeous eyes made me blush so much. I was nervous just to say hi. I remembered the way my heart filled with warmth when we shared our first kiss. I've known ever since then that even if we have to deal with all of this danger and all of this drama, I still loved him completely. He made a mistake, but so did I.

I knew that he didn't mean to say the things he said to me. He was stressed and scared and most importantly he didn't want to lose me. I don't know why I held it against him and I would take it back in a second if I could.

Cyd, I'm sorry, please help me.

"It's too high Frank; I want it to be lower!"

"Lower? Did you forget how long his tail was? You'll never get that thing out of the way."

The weights on my eye lids were finally being lifted. I had no idea how long I was out for, but I was glad that I was waking back up. I looked over to my left and into a mirror. Everything was still blurry from the anesthetic that they gave me, but images were starting to make since in my head. I squinted my eyes so I could see the reflected image more clearly, which allowed me to view myself as I was; a hostage. My muzzle was still locked tight, my shirt was torn off, my collar was still placed on my neck, and my leash was still representing my new found identity as someone's property.

"Hey boss," Frank proclaimed in his Boston voice, "The kid's waking up."

"Right on time," replied a voice over a speakerphone placed in the ceiling. It was slightly muffled and sounded a bit mechanical, but I could still recognize it as Ralph's. My vision was finally returning to normal and the blurriness had almost completely faded. Shapes and faces were now coming easily to me. I looked up at Frank who was standing on a ladder on the other side of the room. He was staring at me with, once again, a creepy and suspicious smile. Above his head was a large camera installed on the wall and it looked as though he was adjusting it so its focus was straight on me.

The door on the side of the room swung open and Ralph came walking into the room slowly. He was holding a knife in his left paw, slapping it softly on his other. His eyes locked onto mine as he approached me; he definitely had a plan. "Have a nice nap?" he asked in a completely manipulative voice. I stayed quiet. "I'm not sure you've had the chance to look around, so let me explain this room to you."

"You see that?" Ralph asked as he pointed to the mirror on the left side of the room, "That's a two-sided mirror. That's where I'll be watching you from." I chose not to reply, but to instead stare at him in disgust. "It's okay, you don't have to talk. I know that muzzle prevents you from saying anything." My look didn't end; I continued to stare until it showed some sort of result. Disappointingly, there was none.

"That over there," he began, pointing his knife up to the camera, "that's where we'll be filming you from." He smiled brightly, but only on the left side of his face, revealing a large fang that was ready to strike at any given moment. "Last but not least, that thing you're laying on; that will be your stage." I looked down at the surface in which I laid and noticed its real identity. It was a large futon-like bed ready for any size animal to fit on. I think its main usage wasn't to fit a large animal, but to have plenty of room to move around on; I knew what they were planning.

"Now I suggest you just let us do what we've got to do and we'll let you go. In fact, we'll even drop you off to see your boy-toy Cyd if you want. You see, it's not you we want; once we're finished here, we don't care what you do."

I wasn't sure if I should've believed him or not, but it was the only chance I had. I would do anything in my power to see Cyd again, and if that means I have to go through everything they have planned for me here, then so be it. I wasn't happy about it and I wasn't going to give in, but I was going to suffer through anything I had to. I'm not crazy; Cyd's worth it.

He turned around and walked back out the door he came in, setting the knife down on the ladder on his way out. Frank quickly hopped down the ladder to follow his boss, picking up the knife once he reached the bottom step. The door opened once again and a tall but skinny Red Fox came walking through the door way. He was wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts and I watched as his eyes scanned my body up and down; sadly, I think he liked what he saw.

"Don't hold back," the Hyena chuckled as he handed the knife to the Fox and proceeded out of the room with the ladder under his arm. The Fox looked down at the knife and then back up at me. My heart started speeding up faster and faster and I couldn't control my fear. So many fearful thoughts flowed into my mind like a raging waterfall and I couldn't do anything to stop it. My heart and breath grew cold, I became light headed, and I just wanted to scream for help, even though I knew no one out there could hear me. My head jerked up at the camera as a bright red light came on. From then on out, I was being recorded.

The Fox smiled at me and started walking towards me. His eyes were bright with sexual desire and I thought he was going to erupt with just the thoughts of the things he wanted to do to me. I scurried away to the back wall as quickly as I could; I wanted to be as far away from him as I possibly could. He grew closer and closer and when he finally was in reach, he hooked his paw onto my leash and pulled my head-first into the bed.

I whined loudly and I tried to scream for help, but the muzzle was on too tight; I couldn't open my mouth in the slightest. I tried once again to crawl away, but he grabbed onto the leg of my pants and held on with a death grip. He placed the knife under my pant leg and quickly ripped it upwards, allowing my leg to become completely exposed. He grabbed my leg a little higher up, just above my knee, and ripped my body closer to him. Once again he placed the knife into the only part of my pant leg that wasn't exposed and slashed it upwards to my waist, revealing my underwear and the back of my thigh.

This wasn't enough for him; he wanted more. The Fox grabbed the other leg of my pants and pulled down on it with haste, removing the article of clothing completely. I was face first into the bed and I refused to expose my front. The Fox placed his paw at the back of my thigh and rubbed it a bit; he was soft, yet forceful at the same time.

I could tell that he was becoming bored of the simple motions and mediocre exposures; he wanted it all. I tried to keep my whining to myself; I knew that there wasn't a way out and I also knew that once this was over, I could finally get to Cyd. I continued to remind myself of his name, never forgetting it no matter how much I was touched, rubbed, or violated.

The Fox moved his paws above my thighs and began to massage my ass. I felt the shame of harassment and I tried escape from his touch. When I started to move away, it only excited the Fox more. He responded to my act of resistance with another, even worse, act of lust. Shivers were sent up and down my body through my spine and I felt as his warm touch reached my hips. He slid his fingers down, clasping onto my underwear as they declined, and I couldn't resist but whimper as my small butt became exposed to view. My mind was beginning to confuse pain with pleasure and that was the last thing that I wanted.

The touch of his paws was enticing; they were wanted yet so unwelcome at the same time. I could feel the craving for sex begin to fill my mind, but I tried so hard to block it out. I had to keep thinking about Cyd no matter what happened. 'Ignore your sex drive,' I whispered inside of my own head, 'just think about Cyd'. I only had to suffer through this one night and then I'd be back at home with Cyd; happy, healthy, and together.

The fingers of the Fox were beginning to push into more "forbidden" territory. I began to breathe heavier as his thumb began to force itself into my tail hole. I clenched tight and tried so hard to keep him out, but it just wasn't enough. He pushed his thumb farther down inside me and my constant whines began to transform into moans, moans of pleasure.

My body began to lift itself up from the bed slightly. My back became arched and my tail moved out of the Fox's way. Lust took over my body and instead of resisting, I was begging for more. I wanted more body heat, I wanted more contact, and I wanted more penetration. Cyd was still a thought in my head. The lust in my brain attempted to replace him with the thought of this fox pushing into me as if it was what he lived for, but I still tried to hold on.

The Fox removed his thumb from my hole and grabbed onto my leash. He pulled me towards him seductively and a lot less violent than he had before; he knew I was wanting whatever he had planned for me next. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small, familiar key; the key to my muzzle.

"The Boss told me I could take it off if you behaved," he whispered to me as he waved the key in front of my eyes, "can you be a good puppy and play nicely?" I looked into his eyes, showing my sexual cravings, and nodded my head yes. He reached up to the side of my jaw and unlatched the lock that held it in place. After doing the same to the other side, he slid the restraint off of my jowl and I couldn't help but let out a big yawn with my new found freedom.

He hooked his paw to my leash once again; showing that he still had control. His body fell backwards onto the bed and he pulled me on top of him. His face was right in front of mine, his body was right below mind, and my exposed penis was erect and waited anxiously for his to be released. He looked into my eyes and read my desire like a book; grabbing my dick with one of his paws and unbuttoning his pants with the other. I put my head down next to his ear and whispered into it softly.

"I wish I didn't have to do this." I looked over to my right a hastily grabbed the knife that he had carelessly left lying around. He looked into my eyes with fear and within a matter of seconds I lifted it high in the air and plunged the dagger deep into his chest. His eyes widened with pain and I looked deep into his soul. He had no idea that I knew who they were really after. They wanted Cyd.

My collar may say slut, but I'm going to do anything to keep Cyd safe.