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Cassie's Training

Chapter 1 - Abduction

Cassie shivered and looked around her before nodding goodbye to the morning shifters at the convenience store she worked at and headed off down the dark street. It was cool out for mid-summer, but then again it was 4:30 in the morning. The night air made her nipples poke out of her thin t-shirt, and caused her to regret her choice of torn up jeans.

Several blocks down, the small vixen reached the corner of 65th and Main, only to be greeted by the whistle of a Doberman and a Pitbull in a menacing looking black van. She blushed and started walking faster, but the van trailed afterwards. Flicking her tail nervously, she turned to check several times, hoping that it had slowed or stopped. No such luck.

"Hey baby," yelled the Doberman who was driving, "How much?" To be mistaken for a common whore, that was too much. Cassie turned to shout something rude at the offending male but it was too late. Before she could fully comprehend her situation, the two large dogs were on her, wrestling her into the back of the dark van. The Pitbull hopped in the back with her, while the Doberman returned calmly to the drivers seat, as if the two of them had not just abducted a 22 year old female fox.

In the back of the van, Cassie struggled as best she could given the small space. The Pittbull managed to get her on her stomach and duct tape her hands and feet together, but she continued to struggle and make a racket in hopes that someone outside the van would hear her and help her.

"Why are you doing this? Where are you taking me?" Cassie shouted angrily through the hot tears spilling down her face. The Pittbull cuffed her sharply on the muzzle, the stinging pain from the slap quieting the young vixen momentarily. The Pittbull took the spare second to roll the duct tape around Cassie's still smarting muzzle and shove the shocked girl into one of several cages that lined the back of the large van. The dog then returned to the front to sit next to his partner, shutting a divider door and leaving the squirming, tearful Cassie alone in the dark.

As her eyes began to adjust, Cassie surveyed her surroundings. Next to her in another cage was a female cat, trussed up in the same way she was with tape around her wrists and ankles. Instead of tape, the cat had what appeared to be a pair of panties shoved in her mouth to keep her quiet. Her large yellow eyes looked at Cassie fearfully in the darkness.

After what seemed like hours, the van pulled to a stop, and Cassie heard the front doors slam. Outside the van she heard the voice of the Doberman, speaking with another male voice, low and indistinct.

"Got a delivery... yep two of 'em, a fox and a cat... The cat's a pro, and the vixen is some sad lonely cunt we've been watching. They won't be missed." With these last words, the van doors swung open, revealing Cassie's two kidnappers who had been speaking into an intercom. The Pitbull lifted Cassie over his shoulder and she began to struggle again. In response, she received a sharp crack on the ass, causing her to squeal through the tape that was binding her mouth.

"Keep it up girlie and a little spanking will be the least of your worries. We're taking you in to be processed, now behave yourself and maybe someone nice will buy you," the Pitbull growled. At this the vixen forced her body to go still, but her mind was reeling. Buy? As thoughts of sex trafficking zoomed into her mind, her eyes became saucers and her heartbeat began to race off the charts. Some filthy old man was going to buy her to rape her! Cassie was inexperienced for a vixen her age. She had been with one or two guys, and had even kissed a girl once, but the thought of being used as a sex toy terrified her.

Inside the building, the Pitbull dumped his package on a dirty mattress, where a pair of sleezy looking weasels took over the job. Ignoring Cassie's plaintive whines, the two creatures cut off her clothing and then one shaved off her long dark hair, while the other waxed her pubic area. When they were finished, one of the weasels shoved a long finger into her cunt,

"Wetness check," he smirked at her, then proceeded to smear the finger on her nose, forcing her to smell herself. Cassie felt her cheeks burn. She had gotten a little wet during the waxing in spite of herself. Before she had time to consider this, the tape was being ripped off her muzzle, and she was fitted with a gag that held her mouth open but allowed access through a large ring. Her arms were shackled to a heavy hook in front of her, and a bar was shackled between her ankles, forcing her legs apart so that the cool air of the room rushed towards her exposed sex. The coolness between her legs caused an unusual sensation, and Cassie could feel herself becoming more wet and more humiliated by the minute.

Not long after she was cleaned up, Cassie was led awkwardly to a sort of platform. One of the weasels hoisted her onto it and attached the large hook to a ring that was hanging above her, forcing the fox's arms up in the air. He chained the spreader bar to the platform and left. Surveying the scene, Cassie realized that she was not the only one here. In fact, there was a row of platforms identical to hers, each holding someone similarly bound. Several platforms down she could see the cat she had been brought in with. On her side of the row there were females, and on the other side there were males. Spectators were beginning to wander up and down each side, inspecting the animals on display. Like the weasel, some of them stopped to shove a finger or two in her exposed pussy, and Cassie began to feel strangely turned on.

All of a sudden she was back to feeling shame as an attractive male rabbit wearing a smart suit and carrying a black and silver cane stopped to examine her. He looked to be late twenties to early thirties, and he was well groomed and rather attractive. Before walking away, he stopped to stroke her thigh and pat her on the rump. Cassie regarded him with interest as he moved away down the aisle.

An hour or so passed before all of the spectators suddenly disappeared. Was that it? Cassie had to wonder. And then she noticed that the first few animals on display were being led off to another area. It took nearly thirty minutes for it to be her turn, and by that time she had all but given up any hope of escape. She sagged into the arms of the muscular male dog who came to take her down, and allowed herself to be led to another platform, this one on a stage. Bright lights obscured her vision, but she could tell that there was a sizeable audience before her, all waiting for something.

"Our next lovely lady is lot number 263," cried an auctioneer from the side of the stage. "She is 22 years of age, good health, and has all of her teeth. This beautiful vixen is five foot three inches tall, and one hundred and fifteen pounds. Her vagina and anus are tight and have been used infrequently. Remember folks, this little lady is untrained and can be yours to break!" Cassie stared out at the crowd through dead eyes as the auctioneer read off her stats.

"Is this turning her on?" yelled a vulgar voice from somewhere near the back of the crowd. The auctioneer chuckled into his microphone and approached Cassie, who began to struggle against her bonds. There was no way she was letting him check her in front of all these people, especially when she was still shamefully wet from being on the platform earlier! Of course, she was wrong about that.

"Not only is she wet," proclaimed the auctioneer as he forced two fingers into her cunt, "she's sopping!" Cassie felt her cheeks turn scarlet as the auctioneer, a middle aged male badger with a slightly greying muzzle, began to fuck her with his fingers, grinding his palm against her mons and her clit. She could feel the tension building between her legs as the offending digits slammed in and out of her soaked sex.

"No!" she sobbed into the gag as she came hard and fast, her orgasm causing her to strain involuntarily against her bonds. The audience clapped politely as the badger wiped his wet fingers on her chest and shuffled back to his podium to begin the sale, leaving a tearful Cassie with a dripping, quivering pussy, and still chained to the platform.

"Shall we start the bidding at two thousand then?" came the voice of the auctioneer over the loudspeaker. What followed was a round of heated bidding that the post-orgasm Cassie missed most of. In the end, one of the buyers paid a sum of $18,000 for her, and she was unchained and led off the stage to where a petite mousegirl was waiting to receive her.

"Hi there, I'm Missy!" the mouse said cheerfully. "I know you've had a stressful day, but rest assured, it will be over soon. Mr. Race is a good and fair master. You'll like him, I just know it!" At that, Cassie's bonds were released and a smart silver collar with an elegant chain leash was clipped around her neck and she was led shakily off to begin her new life.

Story © Zero the Photofox, 2011