The Perversions of the Powerful (Part 1)
Alexandra was in heat.
And gods she was desperate!
She was a week and a half into her usually three week heat, and not once had she gotten any relief. No seed fired into her to soothe her and eventually form a child. No pawing to relieve the burning need. Nothing. Why? Well, because she'd spent that week and a half in a tiny room in a mansion in the country, tied to a bed. Soon though...soon, she'd get her relief. And she was almost certain to have another child.
Alex had three children...and only one was from her husband.
He...he liked it when she spread her legs for other men. He liked watching her get taken and to fuck her afterwards, feeling another man's hot cum filling her passage. And Alex? She loved being used and abused, and to be taken by a man that she would never see again and made to bear him child? For her, it was the peak of eroticism. And the things she'd done...
Not long after she'd met Dex and fallen in love with him, he'd introduced her to a friend of his, a pony by the name of Jon. Jon was a brilliant engineer, who worked for the government and for private companies. He'd designed buildings and bridges, weapons, even vehicles, growing rich from the work. Very rich. This was his mansion that she was tied up in, or more accurately, the basement of his mansion. Not long after she'd been introduced to him, she'd learned about his hidden perversions. Making her deepthroat him before filling her belly with a load of thick seed sort of tipped her off.
Soon enough, she found herself being called upon to service him at work and at home. At first she'd been fearful and hesitant, thinking that it was wrong despite her husband encouraging her to do it. Soon though, she found that she enjoyed it. It was Jon that really unlocked her submissive, kinky side. He'd call her, order her to come to his workplace. Then he'd gag her, bend her over his desk, and take her tailhole roughly. When he was done he'd send her out again like she was nothing, a tool to be used, making her bear the embarrassment of walking home with his seed dripping out from under her skirt. She quickly grew used to coming when she was called, spreading her legs on demand, swallowing down seed and performing all sorts of acts she would never have dreamed about before meeting Dex and Jon.
Her husband was happy to leave their kinks private. Jon though? He wasn't. He started recording their sessions and uploading them online, allowing Alex to wear a mask to hide her identity. The things he made her do only got more and more perverted as time went on. Footjobs. Public masturbation. Public sex. Watersports. Giving rimjobs. The list went on. The pony loved nothing more than humiliating her; he loved seeing the fox squirming and blushing and trying to hide even as she begged for more. He began tying her up, using machines on her, streaming the footage live to the internet as she squirmed and whimpered and yelped. He left her helpless, completely bound head to tail, getting fucked nonstop and pounding to orgasm after orgasm, making her squirt for all to see. Alex had gained quite a following as the masked vixen that would seemingly do anything for her master. Jon began making even more money selling videos of her online. He'd barely slowed his abuse of her when she fell pregnant with Dex's child, still doing as much as he possibly could to her without harming her baby.
When she'd recovered from the birth and was ready for sex again, he resumed his 'abuse' of her. Actually, that's somewhat misleading - even when she was in no shape for sex, he made her service him with her mouth and her paws daily.
Her second child had been fathered by Jon.
Hybrids were by no means unknown, but natural hybrid births were rare. Some were more common than others of course - folfs spring to mind. Jon, however, had many very rich and powerful friends, one of whom owned the largest pharmaceutical company in America. This friend was how he managed to get a hold of a new fertility treatment in the late stages of approval for sale, and began administering it to Alex. Without getting into the biological details, suffice to say that the treatment made a hybrid child much more likely. Six months after starting the treatment Alex was bearing him a child.
Alex loved little Alistair, her boy taking more after his father than his mother. She loved him from his perky ears to his brush tail to his cute little hooves. He spent just as much time with Jon and Dex and was a happy little boy, but he very very rarely went to his father's home. There was just too much there that a little boy shouldn't know about.
Once again, as soon as she was able to after having her child, she was back to being made to spread her legs for Jon. It was around this time however that he started making her sleep with strangers, his friends and associates. How far she'd come - once a blushing virgin, she'd come so far as to not even hesitate, instead begging the strange males for more. Her range of activities again expanded, as did her popularity online. Bukkake. Gangbangs. Double-knotting. She did it all without question, completely and utterly submissive to any male that sought to use her.
She didn't even know who fathered her third child. She wasn't even certain of his species. All she knew was that he was some kind of feline. She'd never even seen his face - she had been blindfolded and gagged, and left to be used by many different men in succession. Had he been the one that purred while he took her? The one that chuckled meanly, and dragged his claws down her back? The one that seemed kind - enough so to press a vibrator to her clit and make sure that she climaxed? One of the others that had taken her that heat? She didn't know. She didn't want to know. And now, she was going to have it happen again.
There was a sound, faint electronic beeping. The keypad that locked the door. She heard it swing open, her ears quivering towards the sound. The still air stirred, making the constant fog of pheromones seem more intense. Her scent was incredibly strong in this room, the bed below her soaked with her need, but it was far from the only one she smelled. Over two dozen women were confined in this basement, all in the depths of heat, and all desperate. She could smell each and every one of them when the door opened and the air stirred. She could smell the need. She could smell the fertility.
A soft voice spoke. "Time to be fed. You need your strength, honey. It's almost time." It was a woman. She sounded kind, her voice husky and soft. Jon employed half a dozen women to tend to his willing prisoners. No male would be able to resist the potent reek of need down here. Even the women had trouble.
She let out a little whine around her gag, her ears quivering with anticipation. It was nearly time! Alex pulled at her bonds a little, but stopped when the carer gave her a sharp reprimand. "Hey! You know the rules!" she said sternly. Alex's squirming stopped immediately, her ears pinning.
"Good girl." The invisible carer told her. Alex felt the lock holding her cuffed paws to the bed be undone, and she was helped into a sitting position, the carer gently massaging her stiff limbs with soft, gentle paws. "Do you want your exercise now?" she asked, her voice still taking that gentle tone. The 'sluts' that were held in this basement prison were allowed exercise twice daily to stop them from getting too pained from being confined to bed, more if they were in pain or discomfort. Alex shook her head, the harness around her head that connected to her other bonds jingling. "Are you in any pain or discomfort?" Alex shook her head again. "Do you wish to leave?" Yet another shake. Leave? She'd rather die! All of the degradation, the confinement, the lack of any damn relief, it was worth it all in the end.
"Very well. I'm removing the gag to feed you. Remember the rules - you are not to speak. Do you understand?" she asked. Alex nodded furiously. Of course she understood - the entire week and a half she'd been locked up here she'd been bound in this way, and banned from speaking. She wasn't even allowed to feed herself. She'd never even seen her carer. All she knew was that it was a wolf, from her scent, and that she was kind. She tended to Alex's needs during her 'captivity', and had cleaned her up last time after the men were done with her. "Good slut" the carer told her. The way she said it showed that she really didn't like using the name, but had to follow the rules. No names. The girls down here were Sluts, nothing more, nothing less. Still, she couldn't help giving the occasional kind word to the girls.
She removed the gag, and Alex worked her jaw around, licking at her lips. It always felt wonderful to have it removed! She felt a glass at her lips, and gratefully had a lap. The fluid inside...wasn't water. It did however make her moan hotly. She was lapping at the collected and chilled juices of one of the other women here.
Twice daily, after their exercise, the sluts were taken to be 'milked'. Strapped to a stainless steel rack, they were ravaged by machines, but never allowed to climax. The carers watched them carefully, allowing them to make it right to the edge of orgasm before turning the machines off. The pleasure was allowed to drain away, and then the process started all over again. The entire time, the juices that dripped profusely from each woman were collected, preserved, and chilled. Alex knew that she was being given this to make her even more aroused - and it definitely worked. The women were also made to hold their bladders until the milking sessions - this too was collected and stored, for those that enjoyed such things.
The glass was removed from her lips, and a spoon laden with some kind of rice curry was placed in her mouth. It was absolutely delicious, and Alex knew for a fact that Jon spared no expense in feeding the women. She chewed happily and swallowed, then let out a gasp of surprise and lust as she felt three fingers pushing into her needy passage. She let out a high-pitched whine, almost forgetting herself and speaking. "Sorry darlin'." the carer told her, as those fingers wormed deeper. "Mr J's orders. He wants you ladies good and ready for tonight."
Alex was desperate. She could feel those fingers worming into her, her body burning hot and soaking wet. Please! Just a little deeper! A little more!
She continued to be fed with one hand while the other worked inside of her body. They inched in just a little more, and then those soft wolven pads were dragging over her g-spot. The vixen's breath caught, her passage spasming and clamping around the invading digits. This was it! This was it! This was i-
The fingers pulled free, and Alex let out a whine of pure desperation, her tail and ears drooping. She was right on the edge! She'd been so close! Oh gods! She needed it so badly!
"Shh shh shh, it's alright honey, calm down." the carer told her. She felt a paw gently rubbing her ear. "It's nearly time, you know that. Just a little while longer." The carer gently opened Alex's maw, and the soaked fingers were pushed into her mouth. She obediently lapped them, no stranger to her taste. She loved it in fact, strong and musky, distinctly hers.
And so it went. She was fed with one hand and fingered with the other, made to obediently lap at the soaked digits and the juices of one of the other women. Eventually she was fully fed, and so desperate for sex that when her legs were unchained and she was told to stand, her fluids ran down her lips to drip on the floor. The vixen obediently stood while she was groomed, her bonds were checked, and the gag was replaced. She couldn't help but let her tail wave at the grooming - she absolutely loved being doted on. She felt her tail being grabbed, and a leather strap tightened around it. The a chain on the strap was connected to her collar, forcing her to keep it lifted. By now she was squirming with anticipation, the chains around her ankles clinking softly. She soon felt slick fingers under her tail, the carer smearing lube onto and inside of her tailhole. After working as much with her fingers as she could, they were removed, and replaced with something long, cold, and oozing lube.
The mark shaved into Alex's fur just above her tail signified that she'd been trained in anal sex. Specifically, enough so to satisfy an equine man. There were few women that could take the full length of an equine cock in the front, but with practice, most could handle one in the rear. That would be one of Alex's duties tonight - to satisfy any stallions once they'd taken whoever they wanted to bear them a foal. The rod was pushed deeper and deeper into her, lubricating as it went, but it was nowhere near as satisfying as a real equine. She was no stranger to having a massive throbbing shaft buried in her, to feeling her guts flooding with thick and hot seed.
The rod was pulled out of her, leaving behind a layer of lube that coated her insides, and then she felt paws running over her body, giving her one final check. "This is your last chance. If you do not leave now, you will be taken out, and mated repeatedly. You will be impregnated. You will never know the father. You will be made to do whatever the men please, immediately and without complaint. Do you understand?" Alex nodded as best she could. "Do you want to leave?" Alex shook her head furiously. Never. "Very well."
She felt a paw grab the shackles binding her paws together, and she was led out. Bound in ropes, chains, and shackles, she was barely able to move, and had to take tiny steps. Her heart was racing, and were it not for the gag, she would be panting hard. Soon! Soon she'd get her relief...
Just ahead and behind her, she could smell other women, and hear the sound of their bindings softly clinking. She was led to the stairs, and taken up, her carer carefully guiding her to stop her from stumbling. She could feel moisture on her pads, droplets left by the women in front of her. She knew she was adding to the mess for the girls behind. As they went upwards, the sound of many male voices grew clearer. There was laughter, and the faint smell of cigars and booze.
They emerged to an uproar, some men appreciative, others jeering and mocking. It all merged into a wall of sound, Alex unable to pick out even one voice from the crowd. She could feel warmth, and knew that she was lit up by powerful spotlights for all to see. Last time she had done this she had not once had her blindfold removed...but Jon used this stage for more than just these little gatherings. She'd been made to participate in many scenes shot here. She was intimately acquainted with the row of racks and fucking machines, the array of sex toys, the numerous top-of-the-line high-definition cameras. She'd been impregnated here twice already. The first time, it had been bound to a rack and fucked on a live stream for hundreds of lucky viewers. The second time, it was during one of these bimonthly indulgences.
She was dragged to a rack and bound to it, and felt a thick dildo being positioned right at her rump. But frustratingly, the machine was not turned on. She tried to press herself down onto it, but was unable to budge so much as an inch. She heard laughter, close enough that were she not bound, she could have reached out and touched the man responsible. Then she heard Jon's voice following his laughter, upper-class British accent laced with amusement. "Gentlemen! The first of our toys have arrived...so I would say, it's time to start the fun!" he shouted, gaining a roar of approval.
Alex couldn't wait!