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"Good morning people of Vetstin! Your daily announcer here to bring you the happily held news of yesterday. For starters a new breakthrough was made for transportation..."

That monotone voice drove on and on every morning wake. It was meant to be a calm and collective way to make people prepared for the day. All it did for me is wish I could chuck the stupid radio at the wall.

I lent up on the bed stretching. Feeling my bones creak and pop as I got out for the day. I sighed and brushed my orange and black fur back. Letting my hand slide over my ears softly. My soft tail slightly shook with fear. I was trying to not panic. "Remember your breathing techniques," I'd tell myself.

"Only a week left," I muttered to myself, "before I'm taken away to earn my freedom back.." I did this a lot. Talking to myself to myself while scared. I open my beside dresser and pulled out a plain white t-shirt, blue baggy jeans, and black socks. I put them on quickly and briskly walked to the dining room. As expected everything was in order or at least as orderly it can be.

The caregiver of the orphanage, Ashley Bushnix, was during her best to give out food and make the children sit still and eat. Like a tradition she'd start hollering at some six year old misbehaving. "Hey! Stop flinging food around before it's taken away!" For a rabbit she could yell and act mean pretty easily.

I liked her, besides her large lungs to yell at people, she's pretty nice. A mostly white coat before some gray patches, emerald eyes, and that smile that makes you want to listen so she'll keep smiling. She was a bit short for age being I am catching up to her.

I take my seat at the end. I'm the oldest at almost thirteen. The second eldest is eight. She doesn't know how lucky she is. I eat my eggs and ham slowly and quietly. Watching the chaos unfold around me. One kid is flinging food via spoon, another is kicking others under the table, and a brat refuses to eat.

After a while it seems like she gets everyone fed and under control. The rest leave to play while I sit there and wait patiently. Finally she locks the door and sits infront of me.

As figured she starts off awkward. "So.. thirteen huh? Almost your big day!" She chuckled even if she was talking about my complete enslavement. "You.. you could say that.." I scratched the back of my head. I didn't want to talk about this. I don't get why we even- She cut my thoughts off as she blurted out, "well I have good news!" "Well what is it?" I looked up to her beaming face. "Your adoption forms were approved! You're getting picked up this week!"

Do you ever have those moments where everything just stops? Like some action slow motion movie scene where a super villain is shooting you yet you're able to dodge the bullets. That's what it was like. All I remember is getting up and hugging her. Crying and laughing. I wouldn't have to go to that awful, disturbing place. I was gonna go home with a mom and dad or a mom and mom or a dad and dad or.. or whatever! I was going home and not some place filled with dirty pervs. I'd show this country a real working man.

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_"Why good morning! It's me, the announcer here to bring you your daily dose of good will and happiness. News today is that the border is under control even after speculation that Chohstalavika would..." _

I didn't have time to listen to that damned voice. It was Monday and I had bloody school. The look on their faces when I get there. The hidden whispers of "I'm so sorry" and "I'm hope you get nice masters" won't have to be. I have a mom and dad! I'm F-R-E-E-!

I walk to school every same day. Across the street, around the bend, down the ally, and across the yards to school. Today was a beautiful day and I was skipping along happily. As I walked into the alleyway I noticed a strange man walked past me. He purposely bumped me so he's probably some druggie or awoken drunk. I take a few steps before I stop.

Standing infront of me is a wolf. I never minded wolves being they're all just bigger, meaner version of dogs. Except the one thing that was completely off was that he was wearing a gas mask. A black one with the countries logo stuck to the side of it. The sickle, hammer, and star was also on the mask. Sure he was creepy but I'd run into plenty of creepy things.

I took a step to the side and he followed. I took two opposite side steps and he copied. I snickered, he was clearly high, drunk, or something. This side of the neighborhood was like that. I was about to turn around and go a different way when I felt a leather glove cover my muzzle and mouth, pinning it shut. The other arm wrapped tightly around my chest. Whom ever grabbed me lifted me up easily. "MMPPPH!!" I was failing around trying to kick out at them. I tried to twist my head out of their grip but they held tight.

I was lifted up and dragged into the back of a van. The person holding me then put me down but quickly pinned me down with his knee and weight. "Close the doors and throw back the rope!" The door behind us closed with a "click" and someone in the front tossed back rope and a knife. The man pinning me down grabbed the rope and started to tie it around my wrists. During this I was struggling and screaming. So the fucker punches me in the back of the head to shut me up. Needless to say it was effective. My vision blurred from the blow and I started to get a headache.

He works quickly. Finishing with my wrists with a tight knot and cutting off the excess rope. Next he quickly gets a little rope around my ankles by the time I started trying to pull my ankles away from each other. He pulls the rope together making it rub into my fur and burn a little. I let out pathetic whimpers and cries of pain. He knots them tight and cuts the end.

During this I'm acting like a huge baby. I'm begging and pleading as I wiggle like a worm on the floor. Kicking out and pulling around. "P-please don't this! Please I don't want to! I-i-im not due! Plea-mmf!" The guy had pulled a bandana out of his pocket and stuffed into my mouth! It tasted terrible and very salty for some god knows reason. He looked at his partner in crime. "Got anything to gag this bitch?" The first gas mask man I saw tossed back a black ballgag which he happily took and force into my mouth. "Nnh plmmsh!" He didn't respond as he buckled the gag in tight.

To finish off my tying he used the last of rope to tie me into a hogtie. He then took off my shoes and socks so he could tie my big toes together. How classy of him. Using his sharp knife he cut away my shirt without seeming to care at all if he cut me. He would have done my pants if wouldn't take so long. So instead he pinched my nose shut. I couldn't breath behind the gag so he watched happily as I struggled on the floor for air. He did this three times, each getting longer and longer before finally I passed out.

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"Good mornin' Vinstin! I'd like to remind y'all that any, or all, emergency broadcast warnings MUST be followed with no questions asked. It is for your safety and others. Thank you for your bit of time. Good day and bless you all."

When I awake the first thing I can feel is the on coming train of a headache. Everything aches as I struggle to move. Moving upward into a sitting position causes me to hit my back against a sheet of cold metal. I groaned starting to regain my senses.

As I slowly come to term with everything my heart starts to beat in my chest like a drum. I'm in a cage, an actual metal cage. The kind of animals and criminals. The only exit is infront of me and it was locked. Pushing against did nothing as figured.

I looked down at my body. I was completely naked except for a dog collar, a chasisity cage (I've seen it in magazines), and these weird single ankle and wrists cuffs without chains. I curled into a ball and started to cry. My tail around my crotch area to protect it from what I think is going to happen. A thousand thoughts were going through my head.

Maybe about half hour later I hear a door open, it creaks open slowly. My ears pin to my head as boots walk down the hall toward me. Noises of gagged voices next to me confirmed that there was other cages filled with other poor boys. The sicko reached down and unlocked my cage. Opening it wide. His half drunk, half mean voice made my head hurt. It was deep and demanding. "Out of the cage, Slave." He gave it a swift kick that made me jump. I wasn't ever leaving.

"Fine, be that way," he growled out. Suddenly, it felt like a million needles stabbed into my flesh. "G-gah! Nhh!" I collapsed onto the floor of the cage twitching and crying in pain. The man kicks the cage again and talks to me in a mocking tone, "shock collar kid. Now get out before I zap you again." Slowly but surely I crawl out of the cage. Once I'm out he kicks me in the side making me fall to the ground with a yelp.

"Stand up." He says. Simple except everything hurts. As I painfully get up to my two feet he spits me in the face and slaps me hard against my face. I held my cheek and rubbed the spit off. He looked down at me. "Do you know where you are, kitten?" I nodded meekly and looked at my bare feet.

"Look me in the eyes when I speak to you." I looked up slowly, he was about a foot or more taller than me. He was a artic wolf. Blue eyes looked at me with lust and disgust. He shook his head in a disappointed fashion. He raised his hand again and slapped me on the other cheek, "too slow! You work quickly when ordered to! I looked at him in the eyes and spoke, "Y-you didn't-" He bitch slapped me again. "You weren't given permission to speak nor asked!" I was quote on quote "learning my place."

"Good.. now let's go." He pulled a leash out of his hand. Clipping it to my shock collar he started to pull me out of the room. I observed the rooms as we walked. It was lined with cages on the floor. I saw eyes peering at me in them. Some snickers out of one. Guess they thought my torment was funny? The wolf leads me out of the room. I take a look back as the door closed. A little sign hung on the door, reading as "storage." How cute and sadistic.

The wolf takes me the middle of place. From what I could see there was a 4 strip poles, a bar, tons of booths, and what looked like bedrooms in the back. My stomach was forming knots. Painful, large knots. The room he took me in was plain. Bricks walls on each side of us. The one off thing was this weird wooden devices in the room. It was like one of those medieval aged stocks. Where you'd stick your head and wrists in and get locked in there for hours. So people could throw food at you. I could pray that's all that's going to happen to me.

"Stick your hands and head into the stock." I shook my head. "Disobey and I'll shock you." My eyes wide and shook my head. "N-no wait! Y-you don't understand I'm not due!" The wolf smirked and shook his head. "Nice try but your official government papers stated today is the day for this. So get going..." He waved his shock controller in the air so I hurried and set myself on the wooden stock. It came down on top of me, locking and sealing my fate.

"Today we are gonna test out your oral skills. Of course I believe you won't have any experience at all." As he spoke I tested out my new predicament. The lock was sturdy and I couldn't turn my head behind me. The wood cut into my wrists but the collar kept my neck at least a little safe. I was bending over because of the height and angle of the stock. I kept my tail between my legs.

The wolf circled me till he finally stopped infront off me. He reached down and undid his pants. The noise of the zipper made me cringe as I watched his jeans fall to his ankles. Infront of me now was a large bulge in tight red boxers. With his strong grip he grabbed my hair and held my head up. He snickered as he pushed his bulge against my nose. "Sniff," he ordered. His thumb hovered over the shock button. Making me gulp as I slowly started to take deep sniffs.

I don't know what came over me. It smelled terrible but it had this musk that made you keep smelling it was like a hypnotic loop on infinite replay. "That's a good boy.." he mumbled. His hand letting the grip go and now instead petting my hair and ears. After a bit he seemed to have gotten bored. He started to remove his boxers. I closed my eyes and held them shut.

"Ah.. come on now.." He put on this mocking tone as I felt him push the tip of his genitalia to my nose. It felt warm, hard, rough, and sticky. His words slowly became barks of orders, "Open your eyes or else I'll force you too!" I slowly but surely opened my eyes to his face his bright red rocket. I tried to pull my nose away in vain.

My heart sunk as he gripped my hair once more and spoke the next words. "Open your mouth, cat." I shook my head and mumbled 'no' through a closed mouth. He growled and held the controller up. "If your mouth ain't open on the count of three than I'll shock ya till you're screaming. One.." I shook my head and his thumb fell over the button. "..two.." My rational thought process was going crazy. Fear took over and I sighed in defeat and opened my mouth, my tounge rolling out. He snickered and patted my head. "Good boy."

I felt him to start to invade my mouth. His tip sliding up and tounge my tounge and teasing to get in further. His grip tighten and twisted in my hair more and held tight. "If I feel any teeth I swear to god I'll beat your ass till it's bright red." I grunted a response as I felt him shoving in his length. He was long and thick! I struggled to suck as he got half of him inside me. He now put on this caregiver act, "aw, that's it boy... nice and easy." He started to thrust his member down my throat causing some gag reflexs.

During this whole process he kept calling me weird and just fucked things. My least favorites include "mine," "toy," "pet," "slave," and my number one least favorite was "slut."

I could tell he was close to.. uh.. "cumming" because he kept moaning and thrusting harder. He gave one finally thrust down my slick throat. I felt this warm liquid start to drizzle down my gullet. He pulled out and cleaned himself off with his boxers. Watching me happily as I spat up some of his juices. I started to whimper and whine after that. He groaned and started heading for the door, but before he left he gave my rear a final slap. "Hope you enjoy working here, slave." He slammed the door shut to let me cry alone.

I want to go home.

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"Good morning. I must speak to you all with a heavy heart of a recent accident. A orphanage in district 037 went up in flames. Luckily there was only two deaths. A child and the owner of the orphanage. Both identified as a cat, Chance Moresette, and the rabbit overseer, Ashley Bushnix. Our glorious leader spoke today of the recent fire stating "Whether this was an accident, a terrorist attack, or a start of something much worse, we mustn't lose hope. Our country will remember this horrible tragedy. These two deaths won't be in vain!"

Santi Farnitish turned off the radio. He could still hear the chanting of "Glory to Vetstin!" He could still see them raising their fists in anger, power, and pride. They all care about their motherland so much. He chuckled as he closed the case file to the missing boy. He was gone, the only witness to know he was gone was burned to a crisp, and all was good. No man, no problem. People will forget in a week. ''I did this for the people's safety,'' he'd tell himself. ''Yes. For the people.''

Santi stood up and looked out the window of his tower. Viewing the city from above. He had got tired of that fox and his brothel. This was their third and last kidnapping. He would go there himself and make sure this never happens again. The fox would listen, Santi has always been "influential." Sadly, that would be a bit. Maybe a month or two. He needed to wait to make sure the kid was broken in. Then he'd go just to see his pleading eyes. He loved begging eyes. Maybe he should get himself a pet to clean his boots.

He sat as his desk and grabbed himself a bottle of good ol' wine. Kicking his feet on his desk he sipped the bottle and gave a devilish sigh.

"...Glory to Vetstin..."