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Russ waited in line excitedly. The cheetah had just checked in for his first ever holiday to a foreign country and was waiting to go through security before boarding his plane. Having never flown before the whole experience was new and exciting and the fact he was alone made it all the more so.

It wasn't that he was unpopular; he had plenty if friends but he lived alone and on this first trip he would be flying solo. Russ was over average high and of slender build, although he had some muscle. His hair set the cheetah apart from the crowd, he had long brown dreadlocks which he held back with a pair of green and black goggles.

His clothes were also distinctive. Going for a kind of ravergoth style he wore a tight black leather sleeveless top and an equally tight pair of black leather jeans which had a florescent green stripe running up each leg. He had toned down his other usual accessories, such as fingerless gloves or a collar, for the travel but there was one 'accessory' his jeans couldn't quite hide...

The cheetah was a bit of a chastity fetishist and he often wore his clear plastic cock cage when he was out and about. He had no key holder so he knew he could always get out whenever he wanted but he liked to see how long he could go without pawing and then had massive fun when he did final cum. With no one to hold his key this two week holiday seemed like a perfect opportunity to leave it at home and be forced to more than double his previous record (6 days) by being separated from his key by several thousand miles. The angular curve of the cage was clearly visible through the leather of the cheetah's crotch for anyone who cared to look but Russ kind of liked the slight exhibitionism and why would anyone be looking there anyway.

What's more the cage was entirely plastic so as Russ reached the front of the queue and dumped his back pack on the conveyer he had no fear of stepping though the metal detector. As he was about to step through though the large green and purple Doberman on security stopped him.

'Sir. Please take your shoes off before you come through.' The dog droned in a bored tone, he had clearly been stuck here with a never ending queue for some time

Russ was thrown slightly off balance by this interjection bit he duly stepped back and slipped off his shoes before coming forwards barefoot. He passed through the detector and it beeped and whirred signifying the presence of metal about Russ's person. The Doberman sighed and got off his seat armed with a handheld detector.

'Sir please put your arms out to the side' the dog said as he started to run the device over Russ's body

All the time the cheetah's heart beet faster and faster and when the dog frisked the device over his crotch and beeped it stopped dead. The cage was entirely plastic... But the padlock was not. The security officer's interest was perked and he passed the device over again eliciting the same beeping. Russ froze in fear as the dog leaded his head to the side to speak into his radio.

'Ehh Sir, I need a hand out here'

The Doberman left Russ standing with his arms out, frozen until his superior came.

'What's the problem now Cai?' Said the bison/bear hybrid wearily as he approached

The senior security officer was short and fat with a prominent noise ring, he was clearly not happy to see the dog with another problem but he was soft spoken and appeared more fed up and angry. The Doberman took the hybrid a few feet away and whispered something in his ear. In turn the hybrid's interest perked up and he returned to the, now slightly frightened, cheetah.

'Sir my name is Gnomen, I am the senior security officer here, could you follow me please. We want to do a few extra security checks, it's nothing to worry about and you won't miss your flight.'

Russ simply nodded and swallowed before following the two security officers over to a secure area. Then entered through a card access door and went down a corridor into a security room.

'Right let's see what we have here, legs apart and hands up cheetah' the Doberman snapped as he pretty much forced Russ to assume said position in the middle of the room

Russ complied but he was taken aback by the dog's sudden aggression.

'Now calm down Cai, we just need to assess what he have here - frisk him' Gnomen ordered

The Doberman smirked and stepped up behind the cheetah before patting down his sides and chest. After what seemed like an unusually intrusive search of his upper body the dog bent down and patted down his legs before moving up to his rear which was groped and patted suggestively - making Russ even more uneasy and nervous. He was starting to get an inkling something wasn't right here. Once the dog had finished groping the cheetah's butt he moved around the front and cupped his hand around the cage thorough the leather jeans - a wide smirk on his face.

'Looks like we might have some contraband here boss...'

The hybrid moved in and had a feel for himself, while his other hand patted Russ's rear through his leathers. The cheetah only blushed deeply in response - now adding humiliation to fear and shock.

'Yeh defiantly something not right here strip him down, we need to be sure'

The Doberman nodded and moved up behind but this proved a step too far for Russ to remain passive.

'WHAT!?! NO!' the cheetah gasped, moving out of position and stumbling back away from the hybrid

Unfortunately this took him straight into the arms of the Doberman who caught him and twisted his arm behind his back before snapping a set of paw cuffs on him.

'We got a lively one!' Cai laughed as he withdrew a knife from his belt

He moved the cheetah over to a stainless steel inspection table and forced his chest down in it - bending him at the waist and using his superior body weight to pin the feline in place. He then pulled the cheetah's leather top off over his head and cut it away before discarding it (the paw cuffs behind his back prevented it just being removed). The Doberman moved around the table to face the struggling cat and kept him pinned with his muscular arms.

'Care to do the honours Sir?'

'What? NO! Get off me! HELP!' Russ cried out as the hybrid approached his vulnerable rear end

'Oh shut him up would you' Gnomen said irritably

The dog nodded and grabbed a large red ball gag from a drawer. Russ panicked even more when he saw it - it was his first piece of real evidence that these were probably not entirely trustful security personnel. That didn't help him though as the Doberman shoved the rubber ball into his muzzle and strapped it up a little too tightly behind his head.

'Hmphhhh!'

'We don't want to hear it cat, there is something not right about you and we are going to find out what you're hiding' Cai responded to the cheetah's incomprehensible mumble

With Gnomen satisfied his subject was suitably silenced he reached around and unbuckled his belt before quickly whipping down his leather trousers. Russ was wearing no underwear and this instantly exposed not only his shapely pert cheeks but also the plastic cage hanging between his legs... and dripping pre.

'Mmmm a little sexual deviant we've got here, get me a spreader bar Cai, I need a better look - and get something to keep him over the table'

The dog fetched the bar, a collar and chain and some rubber gloves. First the collar was strapped around the cat's neck with the chain dangling from the front which was then pulled down and locked to an eye at the base of the steel table. The bar was then applied with its leather cuffs strapped around the felines' ankles which kept his legs well spread about 4 feet and also helped keep him over the table. With the subject secure the hybrid knelt down behind.

'I will forgo the inspection gloves this time Cai, but fetch me a condom...'

The dog grinned and the cat renewed his struggling at the request but it didn't stop Gnomen moving in and having a good grope at the cage. The cheetah was semi-hard and the hybrid teased and tugged at the CB - testing to see how secure it was. Finding the feline cock suitably locked up he tasted some of the sweet pre with a slight giggle. The dog returned with the rubber and passed it to the hybrid who removed it from the package.

'Cai send an order out to security to search this little slut's bag for any kind of key and report it to me' Gnomen ordered

Cai nodded and Russ stayed perfectly still, in fear of what the hybrid was going to do with the condom - or rather what he was going to do with what he put the condom on. Gnomen's next move then surprised him as he felt the rubber being stretched over the sheath section of his cock cage.

'Hehe, you thought that was going up your ASS didn't you!' on the word ass Gnomen suddenly thrust two fingers into the cheetah's unprepared tailhole

'Hmmmmphhhh!' the cat cried out through his gag

'Crying about a drugs search, everyday occurrence here boy, nobody is coming to save you. Quiet down and I might lube you up first'

Russ moaned and wiggled his ass in response, trying to reject the invader. Gnomen pushed a little deeper up to his knuckles and held there for a few moments.

'Hmmm I need something a little longer to really get in here... AH HA!'

The hybrid smirked as he stood up and fetched a bottle of lube from a nearby unit before sheading his uniform in favour of nakedness. Russ struggled to see what was going on but over his shoulder he caught a brief glance of the naked hybrid - his cock alarmingly erect. The dog returned at this moment and also stripped off after Gnomen ordered him to.

The hybrid held the head of his cock to the cheetah's hole. He teased him for a second with the apprehension but drugs searches were a serious matter and with that in mind Gnomen thrust forwards hand and forced his cock half way into the cheetah. Russ moaned deeply in humiliation and discomfort but that didn't stop the hybrid thrusting the rest of his length into him and starting to hump.

'Ugh going to take a while to fully search you eh boy' the hybrid teased as he kept fucking his captive

The short half bear half bison enjoyed each long deep stroke into the feline's tight hole. His well lubed cock hilted each time and made Russ buck into the table and whine in discomfort into his gag.

The dog added to his discomfort and humiliation when he finished striping off and stepped up to the cheetah's front - flopping his semi erect canine penis onto the cheetah's gagged muzzle. Enjoying the captives looks of disgust and squeaks each time the hybrid hilted the canine processed to rub his musky cock all around the cats face, marking him with the scent and giving him a very good smell at the same time.

'Ohh must have hidden those drugs deep' Gnomen moaned as he quickly closed on his climax 'Must be a virgin to smuggling eh boy?'

The hybrid taunted and teased the cat for a few more moments with his voice becoming more and moan strangled with each second before he finally let out a deep moan and Russ felt his cum flood into his rear. The hybrid kept thrusting but his pace slowed and by the time his cock had deposited its whole load it was soft and he pulled out with a wet 'slurp'

'W...well I didn't find any drugs' the hybrid panted

A glimmer of hope entered the cheetah's mind - even though he had just been raped the hybrid had just admitted ye had found no evidence of his ridiculous false accusation.

'Cai, yours is bigger than mine, see if you can find anything!' Gnomen ordered

The dog grinned wordlessly and took Gnomen's place behind the feline. He neglected to lube his large cock and Russ was now somewhat thankful the hybrid had cum inside him as the canine pushed the head of his cock into the cheetahs abused and cummy hole.

He thrust in in one powerful stroke and Russ bit down on the gag hard as the dog's engorged knot slammed into his ring - stretching it far wider than the hybrid had. The flared head of Cai's cock pushed deep into the cheetah's tailhole to places the hybrid had not reached. The dogs humping was also more energetic and his thrusts were faster.

'He's still a tight little bitch even after your examination Sir' the dog grinned as he grabbed the retrained cheetah's hips and kept going flat out

'He's the perfect drugs mule - young, innocent looking and great at taking it up the butt and staying tight. I'm just trying to work out if he locked that device on himself like the pervert he is.' The hybrid responded as he came around in front of the cheetah and wiped his cock clean on the cats face

'His handler probably did it, and he gets paid with an orgasm at the other end. Or it's to stop him causing suspicion by cumming constantly on the flight because of the drugs up his ass!' The dog laughed

'Little slut. Well either way he's going to pay for it' the hybrid said looking directly into Russ's terrified eyes

'Ohhhh permission to cum Sir!' Cai moaned slowing down momentarily as he awaited the hybrid's response

'Fill him' Gnomen responded

The dog growled deeply in lust as he slammed into the cheetah and thrust his knot in. His cock sprayed its seed deep into the squirming cat but after only a few moments, and to Russ's surprise, Cai pulled out and shot the remainder of his cum over the cheetah's butt cheeks and lower back. Russ blushed deeply in humiliation.

'Didn't find anything Sir' the dog panted as he gave the cheetah's abused ass a little slap

'Well he has them somewhere! Must be REALLY deep, go and fetch the sniffer dog'

'Yes Sir, he is quite new though so I've not fully trained him yet' the Doberman said as he left the room

The cheetah was left still bound over the table with just the hybrid and him. For some reason this made the feline more fearful, the Doberman was mean and energetic whereas hybrid was calm and soft spoken but there was something underneath that Russ didn't like at all.

With that thought in mind, it made Russ jump when the hybrid moved up behind him and prodded his cock cage.

'Oh you're hard in there you little whore and you've made lots of pre while we fucked you. You've done such a good job I think you should get a better look...'

Gnomen slipped the condom full of pre off the cage with a snap and brought it around so the cheetah could see it. It was indeed bulging with the milky liquid and as the hybrid swung it back and forth the Doberman reappeared with the sniffer dog and this 'dog' immediately drew Russ's attention away from the condom.

It wasn't a dog at all but a heavily restrained blue fox. The twinky fox was being tugged along by the Doberman on a leash and forced to walk on his elbows and knees because his arms and legs were kept folded by thick leather straps. Around his neck was a very heavy collar and his maw was forced open by a large ring gag - a tag hung from his collar inscribed with Fayn. His cock was locked away just like Russ's but in a metal CB and his tail was pulled back and attached to his collar with a cuff. Under his tail he had another tail! A rubber puppy tail attached to a plug lodged in his rear.

The 'dog' was fighting the lead slightly and drooling from his gag. He was clearly not a willing captive but as he turned Russ saw his rear had been freshly spanked and he obeyed out of fear.

Cai dragged the sniffer dog around behind Russ and the cat sympathised with the poor fox for a second before remembering the gravity of his own situation. A situation which only got worse when the hybrid stepped back in with the condom. In a quick smooth movement he stretched it wide and pulled the rubber over the cats head like a hood. Russ gagged as the strong scent of his own pre assaulted his senses as it was smeared all over his face. He coughed and exhaled but when he tried to breathe in again the latex pulled tight around him and block off any fresh again.

The cheetah moaned in panic to which the hybrid just smirked at him through the blurry rubber: 'You can enjoy that until the drug dog is done'

Fayn was made to sit up on his hind legs which brought his face up to Russ's ass level.

'Alright dog, we've been over this before' Cai said grumpily as he had clearly had problems with the fox before 'Search. Sniff.'

Cai grabbed the fox by the back of the head and forced him forwards into the cheetah's cummy and abused rear. The fox resisted but his bondage and the Doberman's strength meant that he could go nowhere but forwards until his nose was forced in between Russ's ass cheeks.

'Sniff' the doberman snapped

'Nughghh' the fox moaned as his nose was plunged into the sloppy tailhole

He kept fighting but in the end decided it was easier to just do what his 'handler' said. He sniffed deeply, inhaling the potent mix of scents from both security officers and the cheetahs own musk. The feline smelled scared and submissive while the doms cum made Fayn reluctantly hard in his cage. He hated when his body showed any signs of liking his predicament, the doberman teased him mercilessly for it while he suffered in misery in his new life. Russ meanwhile huffed as the little air in the condom got hotter and stuffier as he rebreathed it over and over. He certainly wasn't enjoying his predicament but the 'dog's' attention to his rear was making him drip from his cage again.

'He's not signalling, DEEPER boy! Get your tongue in there!'

Fayn knew there was no signal and no drugs, this was a similar situation to how he had been caught a few weeks earlier but the doberman wouldn't be satisfied until both he and the cheetah were suitably humiliated.

'The cum must be overpowering the scent, lick it up!'

The fox moaned again but he knew he had to do what he was told and he flicked his tongue out through his ringgag. He slurped up the cheetah's crack and winced as the salty sting of both doms seed hit him. Cai kept up the firm grip on the back of his head as he cleaned up the cheetah's rear and just as he thought he was done the cruel doberman forced him even closer in.

'OK bitch get that tongue right in there, lick it nice and clean'

Fayn whimpered in despair but as his gagged muzzle was rammed up against the cat's rear he had no choice. He struck his tongue out and lapped directly at the feline's hole. Then under instruction of the Doberman he poked it into the abused and loose ring and cleaned it out. The taste of the doms seed brought a deep blush to the fox's face. He hated every second but the constant abuse of his training over the last few weeks had convinced him that it was his right place and he deserved it.

Russ's breathing was speeding up, panic rising with each passing second. His cock was still leaking pre as the fox's rimming excited his body but his primary concern was the now totally dead air in the condom - his breath condensing on the inside of the rubbery surface as the hybrid smirked through at him.

'Any indication?' The hybrid asked 'The cat is starting to struggle'

'No. Useless fucking dog' Cai snapped pulling back on Fayn's leash and yanking his sloppy muzzle from the cheetah's sloppy rear 'You couldn't find drugs if we gagged you with them, and look what you made the cat do in his CB - clean it!'

The fox moaned as he moved back in under the cheetah and lapped upwards at the piss slit on his CB to clean it of the sweet sticky pre. The hybrid around the front teased Russ for a moment longer before finally bursting the condom with his claw. Russ panted in relief and stated up meekly at Gnomen with a new-found fear of the soft spoken dom. Then he noticed the fox lapping at his cage and blushed deeply, it was deeply humiliating but like the rimming, it felt good.

The hybrid moved away but Russ was now focused on the fox behind him and didn't notice... until Gnomen returned with a large, shiny silver speculum. At the mere sight of it the cheetah's eyes widened and he whimpered.

'Cai I've had enough of that useless dog, take him away, I will punish him later. Grab some condoms with evidence in them while you are there'

Russ moaned at the mention of more condoms but the hybrid interjected: 'Oh no cat, you will see'

Gnomen then moved around behind the bound feline with the speculum.

'Oh my, no need for lube back here! The sniffer dog cleaned you up but your still pretty sloppy!' the hybrid teased before starting to slide the closed speculum into the cheetah's rear in the closed position

It wasn't that wide when closed and the stainless steel slipped in easily up to the flared base. The hybrid held the device with one hand and started to unscrew it with the other. It was slow but relentless as the flat wings spread apart and forced Russ's ass open. He could bare it for the first inch or two but the cruel security officer kept unscrewing it wider and wider, seemingly with no end point in mind, his only objective to make Russ suffer. After the device had passed way beyond Russ's limit the hybrid finally stopped. The cheetah's hole was gaping - stretched wide but feeling so empty at the same time. Gnomen was soon to fix that problem however.

Cai returned without the drug dog and with a large bundle of condoms - each bulging with a white powdery substance. Gnomen snapped on a pair of rubber gloves and squirted some lube on them rubbing it around like soap. He then approached the cheetah from the rear and gave him a quick slap on the ass, leaving some gloopy lube behind.

'Pass them to me one at a time Cai'

Gnomen took the first fat package and after lubing it up slipped it through the spread lips of the speculums base and into the cat's rear. He then repeated the process with the second and the third and so on. The narcotic filled condoms went in pretty easy with the metal wings of the speculum keeping the cheetah open and Russ lost count of how many had been placed in him. After several minuets however he began to feel increasingly full and his two captors showed no signs of stopping.

By the time the last condom was forced into Russ's stretched hole he could physically take no more and felt fuller than he ever had in his life. His stomach bulged with the contents of his rear.

'There' the hybrid said stepping back to admire his work 'I told you you were a dirty little drugs mule. Cai fetch the overnight gear, this cat has missed his flight so we will have to make sure he catches one in the morning'

The way the doberman smiled as he left scared Russ and he soon returned with an equally frightening collection of equipment. It was hard to pick individual prices out of the bundle of rubber and leather but the cheetah knew he was soon to find out exactly what 'overnight gear' entailed.

First came a leather crotch harness with a belt which was fastened around the cat's waist and another that went between his legs which was left slack for now. The hybrid then finally screwed the speculum back down and withdrew it which allowed the cheetah's ass to close back up.

This didn't last long however as the hybrid grabbed a large and wide butt plug from the pile of kit. Without bothering to lube it Gnomen shoved it roughly into his captive who's rear had no choice but to accept it. Once the monster plug was entirely in the crotch strap of the harness was brought up and buckled up unnecessarily tightly (it split in two at the front to go either side of the CB). This forced the plug even deeper into the feline and removed any possibility that he could push it out. Just to make sure though each of the buckles was locked with a small padlock which would stop the cat taking the plug out even if his paws were free.

Next the spreader bar was removed and a pair of shackles connected with a one foot chain kept the cheetahs feet close together. Then his paws were uncuffed and his collar chain was disconnected, still gagged and he was then pulled off the table.

'Don't try anything slut, you will just make it worse' warned Gnomen as he took the large piece of rubber gear and opened it up in front of the cheetah

It was a black latex straightjacket and out of fear Russ slipped his arms into it when instructed. As the two security officers buckled it up at the back Russ felt the thick rubber tighten over his chest and stomach. Once each rear strap was tightened and locked the cheetah's rubber clad arms were brought around in the classic straightjacket position and buckled up tightly. Then a belly strap fastened around them and an integrated collar was buckled. Finally small straps at the bottom were locked to the crotch harness with padlocks which prevented the jacket being pulled over the head by particularly flexible captives.

With the jacket secure Cai then approached with the last price of kit - a leather bag style hood. It was simply a small black leather bag with a collar. The Doberman put it down for a second and giggled as he slipped off his shoes and pulled his socks off before stuffing them into the bag. Russ whimpered into his gag as it was pulled over his head and plunged him into musky darkness.

'Lucky kitty, I don't change my socks very often so you can enjoy that pair tonight' Cai taunted as he tightened and locked the collar of the hood 'Now off to the holding cells with you'

A heavy chain was locked to the ring on the front of this collar and a tug told Russ to move forwards. As he did however a sharp slap on his exposed rear stopped him.

'Drug mules CRAWL in my detention centre' the hybrid snapped as he'd forced the cheetah down onto his knees

Russ moaned as the chain tugged again and he shuffled off on his knees as best he could without the use of his arms and with his ankles shackled. They went some way before stopping and the feline heard a heavy opening before passing though. He was then forced to turn and sit on his bottom leaning up against a wall. This put more pressure on the plug in his ass and the hard steel floor was cold against his fur.

Unseen to the cat, Cai locked the free end of the chain to an anchor point in the wall of the small featureless cell and then he stepped outside to join his boss.

'Get a good night's sleep kitty, early start tomorrow!' Gnomen laughed before slamming the heavy door closed and locking it securely

Russ was left in his own dark little world, bound and chained tightly and securely - his rear stuffed with drug filled condoms and his own CB still locked securely around his package.

--

Fayn cowered in his small cage as the hybrid came in puffing on his pipe. The fox, come dog, was stored in a cramped cage in a locked store room of the security section - it was as close he had to a home now. The hybrid walked up to the cage and smiled at the fox as he puffed out a load of smoke over him.

'Not doing very well are we sniffer pup'

'Humphhh!' is all Fayn could respond in despair, drooling from his ever present gag

'That cheetah was loaded with drugs and you couldn't detect shit. I think we are going to have to punish you again...'

Gnomen opened the cage and ordered the fox out with a stern look and the end of his pipe. Fayn whimpered and looked up at the hybrid as he emerged, begging mercy with his eyes but knowing none would come.

'I think your disobedience warrants a new item for your uniform. Ass up boy' the hybrid said as he grabbed a curved wooden device from a storage unit

Fayn knew what it was - a humbler - and he didn't like the look of it at all. The hybrid knelt down and fondled the fox's nut sack. His CB somewhat got in the way but Gnomen managed to push it up a little and get Fayn's balls through the hole in the centre of the humbler. He then tightened the screws on the device and it squeezed down around his sack. Its wooden wings curved around the fox's buttocks and would have prevented him from standing up if the locked belts were not already doing so. And so it only added another level of humiliation and an uncomfortable weight and squeeze.

The hybrid then retrieved a cane and swished it through the air menacingly. Fayn knew it well and had felt its sting on his backside, and he knew he was going to feel it again.

'ASS UP!' Gnomen boomed as Fayn relaxed down a few inches 'You just don't learn, do you dog? That's it, twenty swats tonight... but first I need a piss'

Fayn relaxed slightly as he assumed the hybrid was going to leave to relieve himself. What he didn't expect was the sound of the hybrid's zip dropping and the sudden splash of warm liquid across his rear. He had been marked before by both the hybrid and Doberman but it never got less humiliating. Gnomen soaked the fox's backside with his musky urine before moving around to his front - this was the part Fayn hated most.

'Open up!' the hybrid teased the gagged fox before unleashing the rest of his stream into his open maw

He was never that accurate and as usual Fayn ended up with a soaking wet face while he coughed and spluttered on what had passed through the ring. The hybrid shook his cock off and picked up his cane again as he returned to his slave's rear.

CRACK came the first strike without warning 'One!'

The fox jumped and moaned into his gag as the sting burned across his rear.

CRACK 'Two!'

...

CRACK 'Nineteen!'

By the 19th strike Fayn was a sobbing mess, hardly able to keep up on his paws and knees. His rear was a mess of criss-crossing red welts and Gnomen was about to make it a whole lot worse...

'Why don't you count the last boy'

CRACK 'Uggghhhhh!'

'No no, its 'twenty', let's try again'

CRACK 'UGHHHH! TWWNNNN! UUGGG!'

'Nope, not got it yet, we can try all night though, don't you worry...'

Fayn shed a tear in pain and despair, this was a new game from the hybrid and from what the fox had experienced over the past few weeks he could go on for hours...

--

Russ had no idea what time he was woken and dragged back go the interrogation room - but it was early. When the bag was removed the cheetah saw the grinning Doberman and hybrid and his heart sank. Then they proceed however to remove his shackles, gag (after warning him to shut up or else) and straightjacket - giving the cat hope of release. The harness however stayed securely locked on - keeping both the plug and condoms within him.

Then to Russ's surprise the hybrid handed him back his own pair of jeans and t-shirt: 'Get them on - unfortunately we can put you on a plane wearing the stuff we'd like you to'

Russ gulped and silently redressed as he was told to. The two security officers were fully dressed already and lead him to the door.

'We are leaving the security centre now, you just keep quiet and come with us. Any trouble or commotion and we will march you straight back here for another day of abuse. Understand?'

Russ nodded fearfully and allowed the two bigger furs to lead him by the shoulders out and back out to the terminal. They passed security and though no passengers noticed a thing all the officers gave wry smiles and winked as they passed.

They walked towards the gates which took a good while in such a large airport. The plug and stuffed rubbers in the cheetah's rear causing him considerable discomfort and making him walk bowlegged. Eventually they reached a gate and stopped. The wide-body jet was drawn up against the air bridge and waiting. Russ I didn't catch where the plane was going but the waiting area was full of furs patiently waiting to board.

Russ was lead up to the boarding desk and Gnomen had a quiet word with the fur manning it.

'OK boy, this plane is boarding soon and you are getting on. Do not try to skip it and escape the airport - you will end up back with us and I don't think you want that. Just keep quiet and enjoy the flight, and I wouldn't go squealing to anyone about what we did to you or what you're carrying - you are a drugs mule after all!'

Cai giggled and both furs released the cheetah's arms and departed. Russ stood nervously, not really knowing what to do until his inaction was broken by the boarding call and the fur at the desk beckoned him forwards.

'Sir down the air bridge and you are seat 34a.'

Russ nodded and walked on silently. This was what he came for the day before but under entirely different circumstances. His seat was near the back by the starboard side window and he took it with a moan as he put more pressure on the plug.

He then watched as the rest of the innocent passengers boarded before the plane rolled back and took to the skies.

--

Russ had no way to measure the time and he had no idea where he was going. All he knew was the sun had set and was raising again by the time the plane started it's decent. As they broke through the clouds a tropical archipelago came into view. It didn't help the cat identify where he was though - this could have been any set of islands on a tropical latitude.

The jet landed and steps were rolled up to its side. A humid wave of heat hit the cheetah as he followed the excited holiday makers on to the bus that took them to the terminal. They entered the single story building and were funnelled into the queue for passport control. It was at this point Russ realised he didn't have his passport anymore, or anything else for that matter. Still he couldn't leave the queue now and it wasn't long before he reached the desk where a bored looking snake sat. The reptile wore a suspiciously military looking khaki short sleeved shirt with a cap and had a pistol holstered by his side. He looked up at the cheetah, wordlessly requesting his documents and all Russ could do was stare back.

'No paper?' was all the snake could ask in broken, heavily accented English and Russ responded by shaking his head

The snake then sighed and spoke some quick foreign words into his radio before waving the cheetah past. Russ's heart beat quickly as he walked away - had he gotten away with it? He toyed with the thought in his head for a few moments until he was suddenly grabbed from behind.

'Not so fast little cat' came a thick German voice from behind

Russ tried to spin around but a set of firm paws held him and then pulled his arms behind his back. Before he could put up much of a fight his assailant had slipped his paws into a plastic ziptie and tightened it up mercilessly.

'Head forward kitty and let's not make a scene' the out-of-place German fur instructed as he led Russ out of the airport and into the sun-baked car park

They walked up to the rear of a green military style jeep and Russ finally got a look at his new captor as he opened the loading lip of the car. He was an orange and white fox with black paws. He was of slender build but taller than Russ and very intimidating. He was dressed in dark leather military clothing with a leather harness holding his sidearm.

The fox half-lifted and half-shoved Russ into the back of the jeep and as the cats eyes adjusted to the dark he spotted the small open cage in corner.

'Get in.' the fox said giving the cat a prod in the rear

Russ whined uncomfortably but he dared not answer back nor defy the overbearing fox so he snuffled forwards on his knees and managed to squeeze himself into the cramped cage. The fox climbed into the back of the truck and grinned menacingly at the feline as he locked the cage securely with a padlock.

'Don't worry little kitty, we'll take care of you.'

With that the fox hopped out and got into the driver's seat of the jeep before it rumbled off into the busy streets. After a ten minuet drive in the stifling heat the jeep finally pulled up and the fox returned to the back. He unlocked the cage and pulled Russ out before leading him towards a large dominating building. He was lead in through what looked like the backdoor and then worryingly down into the basement. Every step of the way Russ was uncomfortably aware of the mass of drug filled condoms in his rear. In contrast to the airport security section he had previously been captive in this place was run down and seemed to reek of corruption.

The basement of the building was a warren of different cells and rooms and as they passed by some Russ could see various poor furs chained or bound in small concrete cells - most of them looking pretty badly abused.

'Only the worst of the worse end up here under the ministry of justice my little kitty' the fox whispered in Russ's ear as he led him on

Eventually they reached a room with a heavy steel door and after it was opened Russ was thrown roughly to the ground. He hit the floor hard, unable to use his paws to break his fall. The room was cold and dark - light by a single naked light bulb. It was rectangular with bare concrete on all four walls and the floor. It had only two features - a chair with a computer next to it and a steel table.

The fox slammed the door closed behind him and withdrew a large knife from his belt.

'S...Sir please...' stammered the cheetah

'You do not speak cat. I am The Lieutenant Cornell here, you are here because you have broken the law and we are going to find out exactly how...'

The fox approached with the knife and began to cut off Russ's clothes - quickly revealing his CB and plug harness. The cheetah shifted uncomfortably as he was stripped but he dared not fight back. The fox rolled the cat onto his back and examined his CB and harness - tugging and testing them.

'I knew you were suspicious cat. Locked up pretty tight, I think it's the polygraph for you...'

The fox cut the ziptie and ordered Russ off the floor and sat him on the heavy wooden chair - it was festooned with heavy leather straps which were then tightly fastened around Russ's ankles, knees, wait, upper arms, wrists and neck. This effectively secured the cheetah to the chair as if it was for an execution and what came next didn't make the cat feel any more at ease.

The computer next to the chair had several cables coming from it - each of which ended in an adhesive pad. The Cornell started to place them on the cheetah's naked and tense body after he had smeared some gel on the target area. The first two were stuck over his nipples. Then, with some manoeuvring, one was placed on each of his ass cheeks. To Russ's horror one was then stuck on each of his balls but the final lead proved to be the worst of all. It didn't end with a pad but a stainless steel sound.

'I think you can guess' the fox sneered as he knelt down and grabbed the cheetah's CB 'Oh, no need to lube this one, you are dripping!'

Russ blushed despite his fear. He could guess and he was proved right as the fox pushed the sound through the piss slit of his CB and started to insert it into his semierect cock.

'Nugghhhh stop it! Get it out!' Russ stammered in discomfort as the sound pushed in

'I said no speaking boy, last warning'

Russ bit his lip, the fox was frightening without even trying and with his paws on the sound now almost at the base of the cat's cock he was terrifying.

Once the sound was all the way in the fox pushed it inside the piss slit and used a price of tape to seal the slit over - trapping the sound within. Russ moaned as his cock felt oddly full in a way he had never felt before but it was about to get a whole lot worse.

The Cornell sat down at the computer and tapped a few keys.

'OK mien kitty, this is a simple polygraph, answer my questions truthfully and we won't have a problem. Got it?'

Russ nodded as best he could while strapped to the chair.

The fox smiled in an unsettling manner and went on with his first question: 'Are you in this country legally?'

Russ considered his position carefully before shaking his head and waiting for the worst to happen.

Nothing did - the fox simply stared at his computer and then muttered a 'good' under his breath before going on: 'Have you got something up your ass boy?'

'Y...yes...a buttplug' Russ replied

'Anything else? The plug is not hiding anything?' The fox smiled at the cheetah's coy response

'N...no' Russ stuttered, lying for the first time

The machine beeped and then Russ let out a scream as all the pads on him and the sound electrified and gave him a sustained shock for a few seconds.

'Tell the truth I said and we won't have a problem' The fox tutted one the current had stopped 'You can't full the machine next lie the power is DOUBLED. So consider your answer carefully. You are a drugs mule aren't you?'

'I'm an innocent fur! Its not my fault... Please... Aahhhggggggh' Russ begged but the machine interpreted it as a denial (or the operator certainly did)

The cheetah writhed involuntarily in his tight bonds until the shock ceased.

'Oh God please no more, I am carrying drugs - it's not my fault please listen'

'How can it not be your fault boy, are you a salve?'

'A slave? No I... AGHHGGHHHHHH'

Russ shrieked as the current, which had doubled again, hit him. Every second felt like an hour as his muscles cramped and twitched. The sound and pads on his balls were the worst though - he had never felt pain quite like it but for some reason his cock was rock hard in its plastic cage.

'Oh dear mien little kitty it's not looking good for you so far. Let me summarise, you come to this country without visa or passport, you carry unidentified drugs across our borders and then you lie to the security forces and try to stop us gathering evidence with that plug and harness - slut' the fox accused as he removed the pads and unstrapped the feline from the chair

The sound was the last thing to be removed and Russ was deeply relived as it slid out, trailing pre behind it. The fox hauled the cat off the chair and marched him forcefully over to the metal table. He was placed on his front and cuffs at each four corners were fastened to his limbs - keeping both his arms and legs spread widely and most importantly his rear exposed.

'So how are we going to get that harness of hmm?' the fox grinned as he rubbed over the cheetah's bare rear teasingly.

Russ didn't know until something shiny was suddenly dangled in front of his face - it was a key on a fine chain.

'No...how di..Hmmmphhhhh!' Russ tried to ask but as he opened his mouth a large black ball gag was rammed into his muzzle and strapped up tightly - a main strap was buckled around the back of his head, one was fastened under his chin and a final went either side of his nose and over his head

The fox completed the trainer-style gag set up with a small padlock which secured all the buckles at the rear. Russ looked up at the vulpine and 'hufffed' desperately

'Oh you don't need to know how I got these...' the fox said as he inserted the key into one of the locks securing the cat's harness and opened it with a satisfying 'click'

He proceeded to open all the other locks and then to Russ's part relief and part horror he unbuckled the harness and removed it completely. The fox snapped on a pair of rubber gloves and then gripped the base of the plug. With a firm, constant, tug he slipped it out of the cat's abused hole. The plug and Russ's hole were still well lubricated and the fox rubbed around the abused area with his rubber clad paw.

'Only one way to see what's in here eh boy...' the fox said as he formed his paw into a fist and started to push it into the cheetah's tailhole

Russ moaned into the gag as the fox invaded him. His hole was still loose from wearing the plug overnight and all day but that didn't make a fisting any easier to bear. The fox forced his way inside and then stopped once his paw was fore-arm deep. The powder filled condoms stopped him going any further so he opened his paw and grabbed what he could. Russ moaned again as the vulpine pulled out with his catch and dumped the lube covered packages on the table.

'I knew it, my instincts are never wrong kitty. Better get the rest of the evidence...'

The cheetah whined as the cruel fox plunged back in and retrieved another fist full of condoms. It took several more entries but after five minutes of fisting all of the drugs had been retrieved from Russ's rear.

'Bet you're feeling a little empty, eh slut?' the fox teased

He was right but Russ would never have admitted it even if he wasn't gagged. He had gotten accustomed to the condoms and plug and luckily for him the fox was happy to help out... A large horse-cock shaped dildo was slapped down on the table in front of him and the fox grinned evilly as he began to lube the large toy up.

'Got a little present for you boy, you're a convicted drug mule now so my work is done but here is something to remember me by...'

The fox moved around to the cat's rear and then dropped his leather trousers. He climbed onto the table behind the captive cat and rubbed his hard cock up and down the cheetah's crack - teasing his hole. Russ expected a hard fucking and he wasn't surprised at all when he felt the vulpine push into him in a single deep thrust - luckily his rear was still pretty well lubbed.

The fox didn't pull back however; he just remained hilted with his weight resting on top of the bound feline. Russ was confused but then suddenly he felt a warm stream of liquid filling up his rear - the fox was pissing in him! The fox moaned in pleasure as his stream continued and he marked and humiliated his prey in the most degrading way possible. Russ for his part moaned and blushed - it wasn't an unpleasant feeling but it was deeply embarrassing.

The fox finished and withdrew but he quickly grabbed the large equine dildo and, placing its head to the cheetah's rear, firmly shoved it in. It went deeper than anything thus far until the base pushed up against the cat's cheeks. This filled Russ's rear up again, giving him the full feeling he was used to, and it also took away any chance he would be able to expel the fox's urine from his rear. The vulpine then retrieved Russ's harness and refitted it snuggly - locking it back on with the same padlocks it had before. Russ despaired as the cruel leather harness was locked back on - it took away any chance of removing the dildo or piss in the near future.

The fox fetched two sets of heavy metal shackles and dumped them on the table. He unfastened the cat's legs from the table and clamped a shackle around each ankle from a set joined by a one foot length of chain. Then after a sharp warning the fox uncuffed his paws and shackled them behind his back with the set only joined by a few centimetres of chain - effectively making them very heavy handcuffs. The shackles were all locked with padlocks and fit the cheetah's ankles and wrists surprisingly snugly. The fox then pulled Russ up into a sitting position on the table and fetched a heavy metal collar which he clamped around the cheetah's neck and locked with a heavy duty padlock which also linked a heavy chain to the collar.

'Ahh the mark of a prisoner' the fox smirked as he finished off securing the collar 'Come on kitty, the prison truck will be here for you in the morning. Oh and I think I will leave the gag on.'

The fox pulled his despairing victim off the table by the leash-chain and lead him from the room. Russ's chains and locks clinked and jangled as he shuffled down the corridors. It was hard to walk with the short ankle chain and the massive dildo moving within him with every step but he had no choice. They passed more cells with captive furs chained within and every cell they passed was occupied.

'Too many law-breakers kitty, we seem to have no space for you but I know somewhere we can stick you for a night...'

They came to a door marked 'Guards Quarters' and slipped through. Inside were half a dozen off-duty guards of various species all watching a small TV. They were wearing similar uniforms to the fox but he was clearly higher ranking.

'What you got for us Cornel?' asked one

'Calm yourself boys, this one is plugged and locked so no fun, I just need to stick him in the spare cell.'

'Oh the 'overflow' cell?' one laughed

The fox smirked as he led the cheetah thought to a door at the back of the room and opened it revealing a small and poorly-kept toilet. It only had one stall, one urinal and a sink and the tiled floor was suspiciously wet. Russ looked over at the fox with pleading eyes but he continued uncaringly with a sadistic grin. The vulpine pulled Russ over towards the urinal and pushed him up against the wall. Then he unlocked one of the cat's wrist shackles before shoving him to the ground to sit in front of the urinal. Russ grunted as he was forced to sit hard on the dildo in his ass. The fox pulled the cheetah's paws up above his head and slipped the free manacle behind the main pipe of the urinal which linked it to the wall. Then the cat's wrist was locked back into the shackle which effectively chained him to the urinal and forced him to sit with his head at bowl height and his paws up and out of the way.

'I would get you a ring gag if I could be bothered, but the ball will have to do. I'm sure the boys will keep you well watered anyway bitch so have a comfortable night!'

The fox turned his back and left with a laugh and the swish of his tail. Russ moaned into his large gag as the scent of piss assaulted his nose. He was chained to a urinal in a dirty toilet, his ass was filled with piss and plugged with a large dildo, he was gagged and facing an undefined amount of time in a foreign jail for a crime he didn't commit... and what was worse his CB was still locked around his cock, with the only key back on his bedside table!

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Story by Zipeau, a commission for Neakal, Faynthefox, Onelonelyfoxmetall, Gnomenculture, Diodki666

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