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Day One

Rebecca stood up from her computer, the Raccoon doing some stretches after hours of sitting in place, playing video games for an audience. It would make for quite the tantalizing sight if her camera was still live, the curvaceous young woman was wearing naught but a tiny black bikini that just barely fit both her body and the streaming platforms rules.

Some people would criticize her for such exhibitionist attire, but she always just owned it. There was an audience for it and she was just meeting demand. She knew most of her views and donations were because of her body, but she didn’t care, because it was her body to do with as she pleases, nobody else would tell her what to do with it.

Rebecca got dressed in more modest, normal clothing, throwing on jeans and a hoodie before stepping out of her home. She was hungry and the deli nearby was still open.

After a short walk, she got to the deli without incident. She always liked to joke to herself that most of her fans wouldn’t be able to recognize her in public, because they usually weren’t looking at her face. After sating her hunger with a sandwich, she decided to take the scenic route home, cutting through a nearby park.

It was starting to get late, while it had been sunset when she left home, it was now getting dark and the streetlights were beginning to turn on.

As she was getting close to the park exit, enjoying the fresh, night time air, Rebecca heard hushed voices nearby.

“That one.” The first voice said.

“You sure, boss?” The second voice asked.

“Do you have any objections to her?” The first voice replied.

“Hmm, I’ll check.” The second voice suddenly sounded like it was coming from somewhere behind her. But, before Rebecca could turn to see who it was or what they were talking about, a brown furred hand clamped down on her muzzle from behind.

Rebecca tried to scream, but his grip was tight and her jaws were clamped shut, her screams only carrying a few feet before becoming nothing more than background noise on the wind. Meanwhile, her attacker’s other hand was busy. He pawed and groped at her body through her clothes, grabbing one of her breasts and giving it a squeeze.

This prompted Rebecca to begin fighting back, struggling as hard as she could, trying to kick backwards at her assailant, throwing strikes and elbows back towards him. A few blows hit, but they didn’t seem to bother him one bit, glancing off hardened muscles or being absorbed by a pudgy belly, she couldn’t seem to hurt him.

“Nope. No objections here.” He announced as he began dragging her.

Rebecca began to hyperventilate, this was every woman’s worst nightmare. It was obvious what these men wanted…

She looked around, frantically, the thug's hand clamped over her muzzle limiting her movement. She was praying there was someone around, some bystander who might notice and intervene. But, what she saw instead made her heart drop. She was being dragged towards a van with the rear doors open, they were taking her somewhere. She knew the warnings, knew that once she was in someone’s vehicle, there was a high chance she would never be seen again.

She struggled as hard as she could, expending every bit of energy she had, as though her life depended on it. Because it may very well could.

But it didn’t work, all she managed to do was slow her attacker down. At least, until the second male stepped in. Rebecca saw him, a great dane. He was tall, bulky and muscular, his face and arms bore several scars, the most prominent of them being on his lip, where it looked to have been torn open and healed poorly. He was dressed in worn out jeans and an old tight fitting tank-top. He was older than Rebecca by some years as well, though his face carried the weathering of a rough life that made it hard to pin down if he was in his thirties or forties…

He grabbed Rebecca’s legs, lifting her up as they hauled the struggling female into the back of the van, where a third man awaited her. He was a doberman, younger than the great dane. His t-shirt, pants and boots screamed that he was former military at some point. He was closer to Rebecca’s age, but something about him sent chills down her spine as he looked at her with his sharp, piercing blue eyes, a cruel smile spreading across his muzzle. He saw the fear in her eyes and he liked it.

Rebecca was violently tossed onto the cold metal floor of the van, straight towards the doberman, who quickly took hold of her. The other two men climbed in and shut the door. It was then that she got her first look at the man who had grabbed her initially, a hyena, a muscular body but forming a slight beer gut. He had several piercings on his ears, lips and nose. He was dressed similarly to the great dane with old, worn out clothes, but over his dirty old t-shirt, he wore a denim jacket with the sleeves ripped off.

The great dane slapped the side of the van and it began to accelerate. Rebecca looked back towards the front, a cage separated the front seats from the rest of the van, but she could see the back of the driver's head, a white tiger.

As the van began moving, the Doberman pinned Rebecca face-down on the floor, putting a hand around her throat.

Rebecca tried to struggle and scream, but it was met with that hand tightening its grip, choking her.

“Quiet down, bitch. Or I’ll give you something to scream about.” he growled into her ear.

“Don’t break her now, Victor. None of us have even had a turn with her yet.” The great dane said, sitting down on the wheel well.

When Rebecca stopped fighting back, the doberman, Victor, finally loosened his grip, allowing the raccoon to desperately gasp for air.

“Heh, don’t worry boss, I’m being downright gentle right now.”

“P-please… just let me go…” Rebecca whimpered as soon as she caught her breath, tears streaking down her face, messing up her fur.

There was a soft chuckle from all three men, the hyena in particular seemed to find her begging amusing as he crouched down beside her, looking down at her with an amused grin.

“Why would we do that?” he mused. “You belong to us now and we are going to have so, so much fun.”

Rebecca shook her head, as much as she could in her position. “N-no… please don’t… I don’t want…”

“Don’t want what? To be raped?” the doberman growled, as he slipped a hand into her back pocket, pulling her phone out and tossing it over to the great dane.

Even though she already knew what these men wanted, the way he just put it out there so bluntly filled Rebecca with dread.

“Please… no.” she whimpered again.

“You said that already.” the hyena smugly pointed out. “How about you be a good slut and stay quiet for the rest of the trip? We will be there soon enough.”

Realizing her begging was futile, Rebecca did as she was told and stayed quiet, save for the occasional sobbing, for the rest of the trip.

After several what felt like both an eternity and simultaneously nowhere near long enough, the van came to a halt… and Rebecca knew what that meant.

“Hey Wilder, how about a little help?” Victor said to the hyena, both men hoisting Rebecca up while the great dane swung open the van’s back door and she was hauled out back into cool night air. Illuminated only by moonlight, the raccoon could see they were in the forest and carrying her towards a lonely little cabin.

Isolated. Remote. A place where they could do anything to her without risk of anyone ever finding her.

The driver stepped out and joined them, accompanying them into the cabin. Rebecca was hauled inside and down into the cellar, where they had clearly set up a space just for her…

A metal framed bed, restraints already affixed to it, several cameras set up and surrounding it, hooked up to a computer and several monitors.

The tiger, saying nothing, walked over and began to turn all that equipment on as the two carrying her tossed Rebecca down onto the bed.

Victor was immediately on top of her again though, this time his hands pulled at her sweater, intent on stripping the raccoon.

“No! Stop!” Rebecca yelled, a wave of panic set in. Her situation was hopeless, but her fight or flight kicked in regardless and she began to thrash, trying to get away from her attacker one last time.

Victor shut her down immediately, this time with a sharp backhand to the raccoon’s face.

“Hold still, bitch.” he growled, annoyed as he finally pulled her sweater from her. Underneath was the bikini top she had been streaming in, the sweater thrown lazily on over it so she could go out. “Heh, what's this? Was it laundry day, or did you forget the beach is a few hundred miles away from here?”

The hyena standing at the bedside raised an eyebrow, eyeing her chest with not just lust, but curiosity.

“Huh… I think I recognize this slut.” Wilder said, pulling his phone from his pocket.

“No shit?” Victor asked, as he wrestled one of Rebecca’s arms into a restraint and fastened it tight.

“Let me check…” the hyena said, tapping away on his phone. “A-ha!” he exclaimed, turning his phone so the others could see it. “She’s a little tease who livestreams in skimpy outfits. God, I’ve always wanted to defile this slut.”

“Got ourselves a little e-celebrity, huh?” the doberman chuckled, tugging at her bikini, the thin straps unable to hold up to any real force as they snapped and she was left bare and exposed.

With her hands bound, she couldn’t even make a token effort to cover herself, her body on full display to her assaulters, who drank in her curvy figure, even the tiger, who seemed to be finished with whatever he was doing…

That’s when Rebecca noticed a couple of the monitors were now turned on, one just showing some kind of recording software, the other monitors were however showing playback of the cameras surrounding her, her vulnerable state caught in high-definition.

Rebecca didn’t have long to dwell on that though, the sound of buckles and zippers, she turned her head to see all four men stripping out of their clothes. She wanted to look away, but couldn’t as their garments hit the floor, piece by piece, until each man was standing nude, half-erect cocks hanging out, each one well endowed.

The great dane, the one Victor and Wilder had each called “boss” before, stepped forward, stroking his cock until it was fully hard. His body bore more scars and Rebecca had realized before, some of them were clearly bullet wounds as well. She didn’t have long to think on the implications though, the man was on top of her, forcing her legs apart. Rebecca screamed and tried to struggle on pure instinct but the great dane was too strong for her to fend off, especially without her arms.

With both of his hands forcing her legs apart, he attempted to line up his cock using only his hips. The first thrust missed, grinding his cock against her folds, leaking pre-cum onto her pubic fur. The second thrust… third thrust… both missed. Each thrust filled Rebecca with dread, fear that she was about to be violated.

The fourth thrust found its mark, driving every inch of the canine’s prick inside of her all at once. Rebecca screamed out, it had been some time since she last had a boyfriend and she was not ready for that much all at once.

The great dane didn’t care, he began to eagerly hump at her sex, driving his fat rod in and out of her helpless body, caring only for his own pleasure, groaning out as he experienced her tight passage.

“S-slow down! It hurts!” Rebecca whined, but her begging fell on deaf ears.

No longer needing to hold her legs apart he let go of them and instead took big handfuls of raccoon tits, pinching her nipples and squeezing roughly as though to illustrate to her that he didn’t care if it hurt.

Despite Rebecca’s tightness and his fast pace, the older man had quite a lot of stamina, fucking Rebecca for some time. Long enough that the raccoon’s body began to become accustomed to the intrusion, nature taking over as pain was gradually replaced with unwelcome pleasure.

Rebecca grimaced, tensing her body up as she tried to resist the feelings. If the old man kept going like this, she was going to… no, she couldn’t, not while being raped!

But as with everything else happening to her, that choice wasn’t her own no matter how much she resisted. An involuntary moan escaped out between her screams and whimpers, her body quivered and her pussy clamped down on her assaulter’s cock.

“Heh, looks like the little slut loves it!” Victor hollered out, amused. “She’s cumming!”

“Of course she does.” Wilder added. “The way she teases her fans, she was just waiting for the day one of them finally raped her.”

“Good thing we are here to finally give her what she wants.” the doberman said, laughing.

After she came, the great dane’s thrusts became even more savage, his cock twitching and throbbing inside her, his knot pressing at her nether lips with every powerful thrust. It suddenly dawned on her what was about to happen and a new, different panic set in for the young woman.

“W-wait! Pull out! Please don’t cum in me!” she managed to yell out.

The great dane slowed down, his face straining as he held himself back and looked down at Rebecca. “Why not, sweetheart?”

“It’s not safe… I could get pregnant.” Rebecca pleaded.

A wicked smile spread across the older male’s face. “Good.” he growled before resuming his previous, frantic pace.

“No no no no no! Please no!” Rebecca pleaded, struggling with renewed vigor, but it did little to deter her captor. If anything she was just making it better for him.

The other men seemed to find her pleas amusing.

“What’s wrong? Don’t want Kreger’s pups? Don’t worry, maybe you’ll have mine instead.” Victor taunted.

A couple more powerful thrusts that she knew would be leaving bruises beneath her fur and that knot suddenly was forced inside, sealing her fate.

The raccoon howled out in pain and mental anguish as she was stretched past her limits and felt that rush of warm liquid filling her womb. A dark realization settling in that she may very well be carrying her rapist's child by the end of this…

Soon after the great dane’s knot deflated enough for him to pull out, some of his cum trickled out of Rebecca’s used pussy and onto the mattress below.

She didn’t have long to rest after being broken in by the group's leader, soon the next one was on top of her. Wilder, the hyena, went next and clutched the raccoon tightly as he buried his cock inside her. Rebecca didn’t have the energy, physically or emotionally, to fight back any more. The Hyena’s large musky body was practically smothering her as he used her, the whole time growling into her ear with taunts, reminding her of her impending motherhood as much as he possibly could.

After he finished, the white tiger was next. Muscular but also sporting the biggest gut of the troupe. Sex with him was an ordeal for the receiving partner, as Rebecca soon found out. Not because he had a malicious spark like Victor seemed to have, it was just that he didn’t hold himself back and he was damn strong.

Victor went last and just when Rebecca thought she was becoming desensitized to what was happening to her, that she could just dissociate and endure, there was a spark of fear as the doberman mounted her. While not as strong as the tiger, he made up for it by actively trying to make the breeding hurt. He slapped and choked her whenever she stopped giving him a reaction, relishing her anguished looks and cries of pain.

When all four men had gotten off, they all went again for second and third rounds at her body, until they were well and truly spent, her unprotected womb overflowing with their virile cum. They weren’t the only ones who came though, despite hating every moment of it, her body responded differently, granting her almost as many orgasm’s as the men had, much to her shame and embarrassment.

After they were done, they double checked her restraints and left her in the dark where the raccoon could do naught but cry until she finally fell asleep.

Day Two

Rebecca’s sleep was anything but restful, the trauma of what just happened to her following her into her dreams. It must have been those terrible nightmares that kept her from waking up at first, because when Rebecca opened her eyes, Wilder was atop her once again, cock buried inside of her as he was hammering away at her pussy.

His eyes locked with hers and with a deep groan of satisfaction, he buried his cock all the way inside of her, filling her pussy with yet another load of fertilizing sperm.

“Smile.”

Rebecca’s head snapped towards the voice that just spoke, it was Kreger, the great dane who seemed to be in charge, holding up… her phone? He had a grin on his face as he snapped some more pictures while Wilder was climbing off of her.

“I got a few good ones here…” the canine mused, turning the phone to face Rebecca. He swiped through the pictures, image after image of her naked, unconscious body, some of Wilder violating her and some of just her. Most were framed so that her eyes weren’t visible, including one of Wilder’s balls and cock draped over her face, giving the appearance these were just normal nudes and dirty pictures.

While he was giving her the slideshow of what she missed, Wilder was undoing her restraints and pulling her up into a seated position, before cuffing her hands behind her back with a pair of metal police handcuffs.

“Hope you don’t mind that we cracked into your phone, just had to make sure to let your fans know you were going on a little hiatus.” Kreger said. “While we are at it though… Maybe I should let your dad know you’re doing alright? Send him a nice picture of you and a reminder of how much you love him.”

“No!” Rebecca jerked forward, as though she was going to lunge at Kreger, but Wilder yanked her back down onto the bed.

The great dane laughed. “What? Worried he might like what he sees?” he taunted. “In that case… what are you going to do to convince me not to?”

Rebecca looked up at him with a pleading look. “Wh-what do you want?” she asked.

Kreger’s grin widened, he unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out.

“Suck it.” he said plainly.

Rebecca grimaced and leaned in, knowing she had little choice. She wrinkled her nose as the pungent musky scent hit her senses and hesitated for a few moments, before opening her mouth and taking the tip inside.

As she slid her muzzle over his shaft, taking him deeper, the great dane groaned in pleasure.

“That’s it, don’t forget to use your tongue, unless you want Daddy to learn just how hungry his little girl is for his cock.” Kreger taunted, still holding the raccoon’s phone up, snapping more pictures.

Rebecca complied, working the shaft with her tongue as she began bobbing her head.

Meanwhile, the raccoon hadn’t noticed the hyena move over to the recording setup, not until several of the other monitors suddenly flickered to life. She couldn’t see them well from her position, only really making out one of them in the corner of her eye. It was another woman, a bunny, in a similar setup to where Rebecca currently found herself. There was no sound, but she was thrashing and struggling as the men piled on her and raped her one after the other, just as they had done to the raccoon last night.

Rebecca felt a tightness in her guts, even though she shouldn’t be surprised these men had done this to other women, it still sickened her. Knowing they have done this before, without getting caught, what did that mean for her?

Distracted, Rebecca was caught off guard when she felt Kreger’s hand on the back of her head. As he forced her down, ramming his cock into her throat until she was kissing his knot. She gagged and choked on his shaft, but her discomfort didn’t dissuade him one bit. He began to buck his hips, violently fucking her face.

Everything was a blur, Rebecca couldn’t tell how long it went on. She began to feel light headed, but just before she slipped out of consciousness, the great dane moaned, blowing his load down her throat.

With a grunt, he withdrew his cock from her throat. He chuckled as he looked down at her face.

Rebecca coughed violently, bitter cum leaking out of her muzzle and dribbling down her chin.

“Good work. I’ll be holding onto this.” he held up her phone, shaking it for emphasis. “You behave yourself, now.” his tone was threatening, making it clear that misbehavior would be punished in ways more than just physical.

Kreger and Wilder left the room. Leaving Rebecca alone for the first time since she was snatched last night.

She wasn’t chained to the bed either, still handcuffed though…

This was a test, she realized, she could try to slip her cuffs and make a run for it next time that door opened… she could try to use their computer, delete the footage of herself or hope to god it had an internet connection, however unlikely that was…

No, the chances of any of that working were beyond slim and the punishments she knew would be severe. Her only real hope of survival, as hard as it was for her to accept, was to do what these men told her.

Her attention turned back to the monitors. Several screens playing back different videos on each. Some of them, like the one she had noticed earlier, the women in them were being violently raped. But others… featuring those very same women. It was indistinguishable from normal amateur porn, save perhaps for just how rough the men were being, but they looked to actually be enjoying themselves?

Of course, Rebecca knew they were victims, like her. They were coping, or faking it so the men might go easy on them. Though, it didn’t look like it was working…

Then, Rebecca noticed herself, the monitor showing her feed. Her face was a complete mess of tears, spit and a little cum.

The basement door swung open not too much later, the white tiger walking down the steps carrying a plate.

He didn’t say anything, just giving a soft grunt as he set the plate down in front of Rebecca.

Rebecca looked down at the plate. Scrambled eggs, her stomach growled. She then looked back up at the tiger, who was just watching her with a slight smirk.

Hands behind her back, there was only one way she could eat this food. She hesitated for a few moments, but she had a hungry belly and she didn’t want to live exclusively on a diet of semen…

She dropped down onto her knees, bringing her face low, eating from the plate like an animal.

The tiger put a booted foot on top of her head, pressing her into the food as he chuckled. Bits of egg clung to her fur and some of the cum on her face was now smeared on her meal… but she continued to eat, enduring the humiliation she was being subjected to.

It seemed it fell upon the tiger to watch her most of the day, that included not just feeding, but also bathing her in the basement's attached bathroom. He was quiet, never saying a word, but what he lacked in vocabulary he made up for in sheer libido. He was insatiable!

He used her in every possible position, though mostly he laid atop her, pinning her to the bed with his hefty gut. It was hard to tell how much time had passed, there were no windows down here, but Rebecca knew she had spent hours with her face buried between the tiger’s pecs, her legs folded up in a mating press.

After this marathon of sex, that surely stretched into the late afternoon, Rebecca finally received a reprieve. As she was covered in sweat from the exertion, though most of it wasn’t even hers, the tiger gave her another quick shower. Afterwards, she was finally allowed some semblance of rest.

Of course, it didn’t last. While the tiger’s attention was on the videos playing on the monitors, the basement door swung open again.

It was Victor, the sadistic canine was shirtless and already he was unzipping his pants as he strolled down the steps.

“Enjoying yourself, slut?” he asked.

“P-please, I want to go home.” Rebecca whimpered pathetically.

“Home? You are home.” the doberman said, with a disappointed look on his face. “Guess we still gotta break you in. Wanna help me teach this slut her place, Jagger?”

The tiger rose from his seat, nodding.

A sadistic grin spread across Victor's muzzle that sent a chill down Rebecca’s spine.

As he closed the gap between them, Rebecca tried to avoid him, squirming away. She couldn’t help it, it was pure instinct and reflex. A quick slap across the muzzle reminded her of the futility though and she was once again pliable to her attackers desires.

Victor disrobed and laid down on the bed, pulling Rebecca on top of him. He wasted no time, pushing his canine prick into her used and sore sex. Jagger, the white tiger, was meanwhile adjusting one of the camera’s, making sure it was right in Rebecca’s face before joining the pair on the bed.

Victor grabbed Rebecca’s ass, spreading the cheeks apart. Jagger leaned in, spitting on Rebecca’s exposed tailhole.

Rebecca’s eyes went wide as she realized what they were about to do.

“W-wait! Not there! I’ve never-” her pleas fell on deaf ears like they always did. The tiger pressed his cock against her virgin backdoor and thrust inside.

Rebecca’s face twisted with pain as she squealed out in agony. A few inches of cock buried in her ass felt like a red hot poker. The tiger thrust his hips forward, gradually pushing more of his cock into the exceptionally tight passage, grunting and groaning as her ass no doubt squeezed his cock like a vice.

“It hurts! Take it out! Please!” Rebecca begged, tears welling up in her eyes.

Once again she was ignored, save for chuckles from the pair of men.

“Don’t worry, whore, by the time we’re done with you, you’ll be a proper butt slut.” Victor taunted.

As the tiger’s hips collided with her ass, there was an odd feeling of relief as she realized that he couldn’t push any deeper inside. But that did little to alleviate the fact that she felt as though he was splitting her in two!

That relief didn’t last long though, now that he had managed to force his cock completely inside, Jagger could begin his fun. Gripping Rebecca by the waist with a tight grip, he reared his hips back, pulling his cock nearly all the way out before slamming the entire length back inside. Then, he repeated the motion, again and again, each forceful slam of his hips earning a scream from the raccoon and each thrust faster than the last, ramping up in speed until he was jackhammering his cock in and out of her asshole far before she was ever ready for such roughness.

Victor meanwhile had never stopped pumping his hips up into her, his knot tying them together as Jagger violated her backside. Rebecca hardly noticed it, it was too much and her senses were being overloaded. She actually wished she could feel him and just focus on the canine breeding her. Having her pussy raped seemed downright pleasant in comparison to what was happening right now.

Victor came inside her, another load into her fertile womb. But he wasn’t done. Her pain and anguish kept him hard, kept him fucking her.

Jagger, meanwhile, took much longer to cum. He had already cum a dozen or so times today and even her extreme tightness was no match for his stamina.

“You know your place now, slut?” Victor asked, not even trying to hide his amusement at her predicament.

Rebecca nodded, tears in her eyes.

“Come on, I want to hear you say it, tell me you are our breeding slut. That you belong to us.” Victor insisted.

“I-I am your breeding slut… I b-belong to y-you…” Rebecca muttered out, her voice shaky, finding it difficult to form words as she had both of her holes pounded.

Both men laughed.

When they were finally done, Rebecca was left battered and broken, sobbing to herself on the bed. She didn’t have long to wallow in her misery though, she heard the basement door open up once again and knew she was going to put to use again in mere moments… Was this really her life now?

Day Three

The third day, Rebecca put up no fights or arguments. She let the men do as they pleased. Told them what they wanted to hear. Did what they wanted her to do. It was easier this way, she rationalized. Besides, she was too tired to fight back anymore. The sex was nonstop, even throughout the night, there was always one or two of them awake at a given time, eager to use their new favorite toy. Rebecca would pass out while being fucked by one man, only to awake to being fucked by another.

They used all of her holes freely now, particularly when someone else was already using her pussy. It still hurt when they fucked her ass, but each time she grew a little more used to it, the pain lessened and eventually she could even feel a degree of stimulation from the act.

The worst part of it all was that despite how sore and weary her body grew, the constant rape was still bringing her to orgasm over and over, causing Rebecca to not only be disgusted by these men, but also with herself…

Day Four

The fourth day blended into the third. The feeling of cocks stretching all of her holes making her cum over and over. The smell and taste of sweat, musk and cum. The sound of the men’s grunts and groans mixed with her own pathetic whimpers. Constant affirmations from three of the men, that she was nothing more than a slut, their property, that she would soon be pregnant, that this was her only purpose in life.

All of this had just become her new normal. She gave up any hope of being let go or found.

Day Five

On the fifth day, Rebecca no longer found herself as ashamed or disgusted by her own orgasms. They were the only thing that actually felt good and she began to look forward to experiencing each and every one.

In between fuckings and sometimes even during them, just to keep her mind off her predicament, Rebecca began paying closer attention to the videos on the monitor. On the way the girls eventually seemed to actually enjoy what was happening to them. Her mind began to wander…

She wondered about the women on the monitors, where they were now, what their fates were after these men had their fill of them? Was she just going to be sold off to some sex trafficking ring?

She also wondered about the life growing in her belly, what pregnancy would be like, which of the men’s child she had growing within her. She would wonder if she was even going to get pregnant at all, but her optimism had limits and she had taken so many unprotected loads that it was all but a foregone conclusion.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Victor returning. Rebecca, eager for another orgasm, spread her legs willingly for the sadistic canine. Her compliance didn’t earn her any mercy though, instead he just spit in her face and called her a broken slut. She knew from the look in his eyes, that he was going to fuck her harder, out of spite.

What terrified Rebecca most about this, was just how wet she grew at the prospect.

He was right… she was broken.

Day Six

Rebecca tried to tell herself that the other night was a fluke. A moment of weakness. But alas, things were indeed different now. She didn’t dread the men as they approached her, she welcomed them. She didn’t focus on the pain, the discomfort, or the feelings of being violated as much as the pleasure her body was experiencing. Those other feelings were still there and somehow, they enhanced it.

Jagger had been watching her most of the day, as he usually did while the others did… whatever it was that they did. But now it was Wilder’s turn. The hyena had just finished pumping another load into her pussy while Jagger took another turn at her ass before leaving. Now that they were alone Wilder was seated on the bed, holding Rebecca’s head down in his lap, making her lick his cock clean.

“That’s it. You like the taste of my cock, don’t you?” The hyena huffed out.

“Mhmm.” Rebecca groaned back without hesitation. At first, in that split moment after agreeing with him, she rationalized she was just telling him what he wanted to hear.

But that wasn’t the case. She thought again about those other girls, the ones who ultimately looked to be enjoying themselves. She had thought they were doing the same thing. But these men didn’t seem to care if Rebecca was willing, passive or fighting back. They fucked her with the same ferocity and brutality either way, some of them even treated her worse just to get a reaction.

Sweaty cock and bitter cum was hardly an acquired taste… she had no vested interest in seeing these men happy or pleased. So why was she so eager in cleaning off the Hyena’s cock, why was she yearning for more? How broken was she…

“I knew I was right about you.” Wilder mused, as he groped at the raccoon’s chest. “You wanted this. You wanted someone to finally punish you for all your teasing and rape you proper.”

That whole notion was preposterous. All the pain, anguish and fear she experienced the night they grabbed her. There was no way this outcome was something she actually desired!

Yet… her body had kept telling a different story. Were all those orgasms really involuntary? Or on some subconscious level, did she want this after all? Not that it mattered now, after all, on some fucked up level, she wanted it now. She now finally understood why those other girls acted like they actually liked the men’s brutal treatment.

Because they did.

Maybe not at first, at first they were probably just like Rebecca. Call it a defense mechanism, conditioning, corruption, or just pure gaslighting, whatever phrase best suits it. But there was no point resisting those feelings, nothing she can do will change anything, she is powerless to these men. So… why not just enjoy it? If she can’t have her freedom, there is no sense in suffering more by resisting the feelings of her broken mind.

Rebecca nodded and Wilder grinned. He grabbed Rebecca’s hair in his fist, roughly yanking her head as he slammed his cock into her throat. The raccoon gagged and coughed, tears filling her eyes. But her hands slipped down low, between her legs as she touched herself.

Day Seven

“Harder! I want it to hurt!” Rebecca cried out. “Pull my tail!”

Jagger was behind her, violently thrusting into her, yanking her tail as he did. It was the only time the men ever listened to her requests, when she asked them to be rougher, when she asked them to do things they enjoyed. Because it wasn’t about her, it was about them.

The tiger’s cock throbbed and he began a low growl.

“Yes! Breed me! Rape a baby into my womb!” the raccoon howled, losing herself in the moment.

Jagger roared as he came, flooding Rebecca’s womb with more of his seed.

As he slipped his softening cock from her depths, a pair of hands grabbed the raccoon by the waist, pulling her away from Jagger and on top of someone else.

Kreger, the great dane and leader of this little group.

As soon as he let go of her hips, Rebecca sank down on his cock, plunging it into her pussy. She bounced on his lap as he laid back with a grin on his face, watching her tits jiggle with her movements.

The door to the basement opened, as footsteps drew close to the bed, Rebecca didn’t even turn to see who it was, she just reached her hands back, spreading her ass cheeks apart.

The invitation was accepted, Victor climbed onto the bed behind her and forced his cock into her ass.

Victor’s humping was rapid and brutal, even now she knew it would leave her ass sore for some time. With him setting the pace, Kreger proved able to keep up as he thrust his hips up into her, giving the raccoon a savage fucking in both holes as she screamed in pure ecstasy.

Rebecca lost all awareness of anything other than the cocks inside her, during this time Wilder returned as well. When the pair were done with her, Rebecca was pushed back down onto all fours, ready to be spitroasted by Wilder and Jagger.

Hours went by, just another blur of sex, it was a rare treat to have all four men around at the same time and they took plenty advantage of that, filling every one of her holes until they were all spent.

As Rebecca laid on the bed, too weak to move, Kreger approached with a device in his hands. She didn’t recognize it at first, it looked sort of like pliers or a clamp. But when he put her ear in it and squeezed the handle, she immediately realized what it was as a sharp pain shot through her ear.

It was a tool for putting tags on cattle.

He grinned.

“Good news, you get to go home tonight.” Kreger announced “We gotta hit the road, one of our other girls will have to take over.”

Other girls? He must mean the ones on the videos…

“That little piece of jewelry will help us keep track of you, that way we can find you for some more fun if we’re in the area again.” He explained. “Now we know you’re a good girl, but just in case you get any ideas, like going to the police or getting that tag taken out, we got plenty of footage of how much of a slut you truly are. I bet your fans would pay a lot to see their favorite girl taken down a peg and no court is gonna side with you when they see you begging for it.”

Rebecca blinked. Her fans? She never thought she might get to go back to her life again… but he was right, they would be rabid for that footage. She would never be able to show her face again, that would follow her forever.

“Do we have an understanding?”

Rebecca nodded. Everything felt completely surreal, like she was having a waking dream.

“That goes for having our brat, as well.” Victor interjected. “You gotta do your part to help keep the population up, or we’ll do more than just leak some revenge porn. Don’t think we can’t find you without the tracker, that’ll only slow us down.”

Rebecca nodded, again. One of the men tossed her the clothes they grabbed her in. As soon as all five of them were dressed, she was taken into the back of their van again.

After driving for a bit, she was shoved out the back in some dim alley and tossed her phone before they sped off, leaving her wondering if she would ever see them again… but for now, she had to stumble home.

Epilogue

It was hard to settle into her normal life again, she told her audience that a family emergency had come up and then took an additional week off to recover. It wasn’t long enough, but she had bills to pay.

One might think, given how quickly she gave in to degeneracy, she would be more comfortable flaunting her body to strangers. But she was more self-conscious than ever, she couldn’t help but wonder how many of her viewers had fantasies of raping her… how many would do it if given the chance. She knew she had at least one viewer like that.

Returning home felt like she was slowly sobering up, without the constant fucking her mind could actually process her trauma, what had happened to her. How damaged she was…

The tracker in her ear filled her with a never-ending anxiety, knowing that Kreger and his guys could show up at any time and take her away again. Some nights that thought would nearly induce panic attacks… others though, whenever she got horny, a part of her was wishing it would happen already. She had discovered her phone was still loaded with pics and videos of her defilement, the men’s faces conveniently cropped out or only shown from the back of the head. She always awoke the morning after those nights sticky and sweaty, her phone’s battery completely drained and filled with a deep feeling of shame as she took a cold shower.

After a month, Rebecca confirmed what she already knew. Even though it was practically guaranteed, it was still intense to see the results in her hand. She trembled, losing her grip and the pregnancy test fell to the floor…

Not long after that, her greatest nightmare and deepest fantasy all in one happened, the men returned. They pulled up to Rebecca on the street and when the van door swung open, she didn’t plead, beg or run. She got in.

They took her back to that cabin, back to that basement. They used her body for five days and the whole time it was like a switch had been flipped in her head, she was back to the broken slut she had been before. It was hard to call it a rape this time, though that didn’t stop her from begging them to do just that to her.

Each time they returned, Rebecca was more eager to join them. It wasn’t long before she had realized they had truly broken her, that no other men could ever satisfy her, she needed their rough, abusive touch just to get off. The men must have realized it too, because eventually as she grew more gravid with the bastard son growing inside her, they stopped bothering to abduct her, opting to crash at her place instead when they were in town.

It wasn’t long before Rebecca just accepted that this was her life, all the pain and trauma she buried away. Soon she would give birth and she knew they would be back to fill her up again. What scared Rebecca the most… was that the idea excited her.