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The tall, black furred wolf gave me nothing but a mere handkerchief for me to wash my face with, pulling it out from his suit pocket and tossing it at me like trash. As if to him, I was nothing but trash. Despite paying a lot for me, the value of my life was nothing compared to his empire. Though, I tried to make do, scrubbing it into my cum stained fur and trying to clean out the strong smelling seed before it matted and dried, standing out like dandruff against my own dark pelt marking me both visibly and by scent. Elias glared at me from his seat on the opposite side of the limo's cabin, I could only imagine the enraged thoughts that were going through his head. Now that I, someone who in his eyes was probably a spoilt rich kid who 'choose' to be here, contested his position which wasn't a glamorous one to begin with. The dress I was forced into now felt even more uncomfortable, as I clung onto my pride as best I could, pride which moments ago I thought was lost for good. But like a flame that had nearly gone out, I was suddenly desperate to re-kindle it, re-kindle the fire which had made me a relatively normal functioning member of society for so long. Reaching an arm out, I grabbed onto the side of the door and pulled myself back up into the seat, trying to look as dignified as I could and casting a slight glare to our Master, though I did it subtly and with an averted gaze.

The limo pulled into the town, the road in which we had come from ended at the town, as if there was nothing else in miles around, other than this town. And being that I had not seen any other cars on the journey down, and only saw a few in the small town, I doubted the road was used much at all by anyone other than part of our Master's empire. Yet, the road still presented itself as a possible way out, an escape plan if I could ever get my hands on a vehicle. 'If I ever decided he wanted to escape that was' - part of me whispered, like an annoying voice. The annoying, slutty self-degrading voice which got me in this mess in the first place. As the Limo weaved its way through various streets, I noticed that not everyone was wearing a collar. In fact, it was an even split between those wearing and not wearing, though I also noticed unlike any other civilized place I had ever seen, many of those wearing collars walked around in very suggestive or explicit outfits. A few looked like they wouldn't be out of place in some sort of modern suggestive music video, and some had paw shaped mittens locked around their paws, rendering their paws useless while a collarless fully clothed Anthro tugged on a leash helplessly bound to their collar, whereas other slaves walked around wearing nothing at all save their collars. Some were allowed to walk upright, whereas it seemed others were forced to walk on all fours, a few not even being granted any padding to save their poor knees and elbows from the sun scotched tarmac below. The sight made me gulp, swallowing my anxiety so harshly that I winced from my still sore throat, the distant taste of semen making me feel sickly, my mouth dry and my stomach aching and rumbling to the point where the mere thought of food made stomach churn. After all, it had been an entire day since I had last eaten anything and as we drove passed what must have been a bakery, I was desperate to try and jump out and snatch some of that lovely smelling freshly baked morning bread.

The limo took a sharp left, and the few buildings that made up the small town vanished into what looked almost like a grand palace which would make any wealthy monarch blush. White marbled walls made up the majority of the structure, the monument to wealth and prosperity glimmering in the morning sun as though the exterior was polished on a daily bases, and had never been subjected to rain, dust or grime not once in it's life time. The mansion was of course, fenced off, with a beautiful courtyard in which a few collard slaves currently worked under the sun, protected by a gate which opened upon arrival of the limo, the limo's engine revving as it pulled itself up the rather steep entranceway. Did I mention that it seemed as though the mansion was on a hill? My owner clearly thought of himself as a Lord. And every Lord needed his castle, and of course, that castle needed to be high above his serfs, suspended in the air to remind them who oversaw their realm.

Some of our Master's muscle shuffled us out of the Limo, and me and Elias the fox mix, knew better than to make a struggle. There were nothing but planes and forest for miles, escape wouldn't come as easily as just running away. Not on an empty stomach and parched throat for sure. Yet instinct on one side seemed to scream 'run', while another voice told me to stay. One thing Elias had right, was that this was 'my choice'. I knew the website was shady and dangerous, but that's what excited me, got my blood flowing, my tail waving and paws twitchy in excitement. And now, here I was, many miles away from home with little or no idea where I was, and no control over my life. Though, part of me felt comforted at that prospect. I no longer had to worry about rent, stocking the apartment with food, trying to maintain contacts with friends that I didn't really care for. I was free, in an odd sense of the word. The black wolf swooped out of the Limo in a graceful swing of his legs, and once again his height astonished me. Though, with the warming sun beating down on my back I felt like I wanted to go back to sleep again, my tired expression obvious to Dietrichson. "Well boys, lovely meeting you both, but if either of you are going to put up an entertaining fight, you'll need your sleep. You'll have appropriate training equipment provided and someone will call for you at 7pm. Best hope you're prepared, though I see one of you is... Lacking preparation already." His eyes narrowed down on Elias, the wolf and fox half breed. "Lock him up." He gave, his command cold and stern as one of the guards went about locking a steel domed chastity cage around the Elias' cock. He struggled, but Dietrichson was ready, and the moment Elias waved his shoulder bone to try and slam into the guard, his shock collar was activated, leaving him yelping in pain, allowing the guard to eventually lock the device around his sheath with only a slight struggle. It appeared as though we would be treated as equals before the fight, to which Elias gave another angry glare in my direction. I averted my gaze, feeling a sense of guilt. After all, this was a life I had chosen, whereas he had not.

The muscle separated us, first from our master, and then myself from Elias as I was guided around the mansion by the leash which conveniently dangled from my collar, the guard, a large albino stallion in a black suit taking pleasure in abusing the fact I had not taken it off. Perhaps I was just an obedient pet slave? There was certainly an irony in seeing a black wolf being led around by a horse, after all my ancestors many years ago would surely by chasing his for food. The mansion itself seemed purpose built for restraining slaves, with occasional hooks are posts scattered around the grand corridors. Mirrors seemed to be place strategically, while the occasional slave dressed often in maid outfits wondered the corridors, a few guided by a leash, some carrying drinks, some smelling strongly of semen while others seemed to be composed more of cuffs and chains rather than an outfit. One such 'maid' appeared to have their wrists strapped to their shoulder, and ankle strapped to their rear forcing them to walk on all fours like an actual dog. From what I saw outside I assumed it must be one of the many roles which lower class slaves were given, and I could only imagine the cramp they must be going through, if they had been in there for any significant amount of time that is. The guard marked out the training room, then pushed me into a bedroom. The room itself looked like a fairly nice hotel room, complete with television, desk, en-suite bathroom. On the desk, sat a rather basic meal. Some sort of vegetable soup and cobbled bread rolls, which I gobbled up within minutes. While I would have loved to go straight to sleep, I felt it was right to thoroughly wash out all the dried semen out from my fur and finally get rid of this damn ridiculous maid outfit. And so, I hit the shower first before enjoying one of the best night sleeps I had ever received.

I had set no alarm, and so when I woke up it was 4pm, meaning I had slept at least 10-11 hours. I felt refreshed but knowing what was coming made me want to stay in bed. I groaned as my morning wood soon came about, my cock trying to grow but pushing against the chastity cage as blood rushed to my nether regions, making by balls ache from the constant tugging and pulling. That's when it hit me. The realization that I was a slave. Around my neck, was a collar. That it wasn't just a dream, but a reality. My mind started playing out fantasies, fantasies of losing the upcoming fight, and because of it my erection wouldn't go. Instead it strained against the cage, forcing me to whine in slight agony. I tossed and turned, but the thought wouldn't go away, the simple thought that anyone could come through the door right now and use my tailhole like a toy, it was simply too much. Then, the memories flooded back of how my maw had been used, just like a toy. "Cocksleeve." He had called me. "Nothing but a fox slut.". I shuddered, pulling the quilt to one side. There had to be something in this room, after all my master and everyone here seemed to be as kinky as they came. I rolled over, pulling some draws open and looking through the bedside cabinet, and that's where I found it, a wand vibrator. I quickly rolled back into the warm embrace of the bed, allowing the covers to wrap around me as my mind resumed those lewd fantasies, fantasies that I had dreamed of being a part of for so, so long. I wiggled the cage around in my hand, pressing it against the sheets for stimulation before pressing the vibrator up against it. I went through each of the setting, burying my maw into the pillows to hide a moan, my legs spreading and tailhole twitching while my prostate was simulated by harsh vibrations. Slowly but surely, I mustered the nerved to lick my finger, getting it wet before pressing it against my tailhole, pushing it inside the ring, which was clearly used to such treatment, before pulling it out rapidly for extra stimulation. I gasped, my cock twitching, spasming rapidly against the cage before a spurt of cum flew out, hitting my across my shoulder before I had the sense to roll over and mess up the bed.

Rationality suddenly rushed back into my mind as my afterglow ended, my orgasm rather unsatisfying while locked in the cage. I panted for a few moments and realized that I had stained the sheets with my own cum. Shit. Someone would surely notice. But what could I do? Perhaps, if I won the fight then none of what just happened would matter anyway right? I hoped. Moving over to the bed, I pulled the covers over the wet stained sheets, moving to the bathroom to do the best I could to clean my shoulder before it started matting my fur and drying, hoping the smell wasn't too obvious, as it was always harder to detect one's own fragrance. Once I had calmed down, I looked to the clock to see it strike 4:30pm and my stomach sank. I had just wasted 30 minutes fantasizing over the very thing I was fighting to avoid. What was wrong with me? I shook my head, knowing I needed to get a move on and start training. I moved over to the door, but soon realized I was still naked. A quick search around the room showed nothing but exposing, frilly maid outfits similar too the one I was forced into back at the auction. And so, with no other option, I decided it would be best to go naked. Other than my collar and cage, which I couldn't get off anyway.

Opening the door slowly, I poked my head out, looking both ways to see if anyone was there. To my relief, the grand corridor was empty, and the training room was just a few steps away. I quickly moved over to the room marked as 'Training', my heart beating faster and faster hoping nobody spotted my skulking, panicked form until the door closed behind me. I leaned up against the door, my heart beating quickly and my chest taking great deep breaths while I slid down to my rear, pulling my legs in against my chest. Once I had gotten over my anxiety, I felt rather accomplished, and looked around at the training room. Though, it wasn't quiet what I expected. Honestly, I wasn't sure what to expect but as my eyes took in the 'equipment' the room had to offer, I started to think I was in the wrong place. The room was adorned in black and red, while most of the ground seemed to be covered in soft padding. In the centre of the room was a sawhorse, with a machine I instantly recognised as a fucking machine behind it, the attached ends on a shelf increasing in size with each row. To the right, there was a similar restraining sawhorse, though the toys were a little different, while a selection of ring gags increased in size next to the mechanical thruster, betraying the device's purpose. There were also a set of stocks, along with paddles of every shape and size. Buttplugs, muzzles, floggers and cuffs were in no short supply. Posters aligned the walls, showing lewd pictures and quotes such as "Sit and relax!" "I will work harder master!" And perhaps, most cheesy of all. "Any dildo is possible with enough determination!" By now, I had noticed that this room was clearly for a very 'different' kind of training, not the combat training room he was looking for. Yet, this was the room the horse had shown me before leaving me in my room.

I eventually pulled myself up onto two legs, a shudder going down my spine as I reached for the door handle, though as my hand pressed down on it, it remained static, before moving of it's own accord. Realizing what was about to happen, I took a step back but I wasn't quick enough for the full force of the door, which knocked against my nose, making me snort and making my head a little dizzy while I stumbled backwards a few feet. As I regained my balance, my ears lowered as I looked up to the Albino horse, recognising him as the guard from earlier, the one who had tricked me by directing me this very room. "I see you finally decided to do a bit of training. Though with all those hours snoozing away, I think you're going to have to make up for lost time, slut." He accused; his voice hoarse as he reached behind him to close the door, the handle making a 'click' sound and I knew instantly it was locked. I took a step back, a growl coming from my maw, while I raised my paws in a fighting motion. "Listen here, I-I'm a fighter, you hear? I'm not no sl-." Before I could even finish my sentence, a hand reached out to grab the collar still locked around my neck, cutting off whatever sound might come from my voice. "Listen here precious, until the fight is over, you're whatever the fuck I say you are." The horse grumbled, his eyes locking with mine. I waved a claw at his arm, trying to cause some damage, but before it connected, I felt my body being thrown across the room. Luckily, since the floor was covered in mats, my landing was rather soft, but before I could get up, I felt a foot stomp down on my chest, winding me and leaving me short of breath. He had clearly trained as a fighter, after all he was one of the mansion's bodyguards. While I was pinned and winded, he took a moment to grab a few items from the shelves around, and it wasn't long before I felt a metal wire muzzle slip around my maw, tight to the point where I could only just open my maw to let out a few mumbles of complaint. Catching my breath, I tried to swipe again, but the horse merely grabbed my arm and twisted it to near breaking point, forcing a whiny yelp from my maw, to which the horse chuckled. "There's not a chance in hell a wimp like you is going to win, you should give up while you're ahead." He mocked with a chuckle, and soon after I felt my hands being forced into fists and a restraining glove was fastened over it, sealing away any nasty claws and leaving me totally defenceless. Though, despite this I still rolled over and tried to attack the horse the moment he let go. Scrambling upright, I used all my anger and rage to flail my arms at the albino horse, but it was like hitting a wall of concrete, and the smug bastard merely stood there, his black suit absorbing every blow from my fists as though I was a child having a tantrum. Eventually I grew tired and out of breath, which is when the horse leaned down with a coy smile. "Are you quite finished yet?" He taunted, not waiting for a reply before sternly saying "Good."

I lowered my head and look around the room, and although I hated it as I averted my gaze, my ears also lowered in a sign of clear submission to the prey animal. I couldn't help but grit my teeth in annoyance, though the horse didn't wait long before grabbing my collar and bringing me over to the sawhorse in the middle of the room. I struggled and flailed, but his grip was harsh and firm, commanding my every movement, forcing me to either trip up for follow his movement. "Looks like this fox here is in need of some serious training, especially to take a horse like myself. But don't worry. I'll make sure you fit into your new role, I can't wait to see what the Master decides to turn you into." He teased, though I wasn't at all happy, mumbling a muffled 'let go of me' from within the constraining wire muzzle. Though, it did no good, and as my body was strapped to the sawhorse, I felt my sheath twitch once again. Damn? Already... Bondage was always a massive turn on, but now was not the time. I had to prepare for a fight after all, not be stuck in a room with a sexually deprived horse! I struggled, but as the metal buckles closed on the leather straps that made up the metal and wooden frame, I knew my fate was sealed. On an all fours position, I was fastened down tight, unable to do so much as to twitch, my legs spread apart either side of the breading mount like a needy mare, my cage pressed up against what little soft leather there was, providing only a modest degree of comfort for my chest while my muzzled maw dangled off the edge. That's when my ears first picked up on the sound of a metallic hydraulic piston coming to life as though it had a mind of its own.

I head the 'pop' of a bottle, and shortly after the cold feeling of lube invaded my tailhole, as if scouting ahead ready for the main event. "Stretchy. Feels like you taken quiet a few things up here already. Might as well start mid-sized then. Such a slut, I bet you're one of the sick bastards who signed up to slavery willingly. Not all you expected it to be? Having second thoughts and think you can fight your way out? Psh, your paws are soft." At this point, I noticed the horse had started to wander around, allowing the machine to thrust into nothingness for the moment. "You've probably never worked an honest day's labour in your life. Why don't you just accept your place already. Tsk... thinking you can just change your mind like a precious..." And that's when I heard the woosh of air, followed by the smack of a studied paddle, making me yelp as best I could through the muzzle. "Little..." And then came another blow, harsher then the first. "Princess..." And with the final blow, my eyes watered in slight pain. After that, he continued to paddle my rear, telling me that I had misbehaved, and that I should never raise a finger to my betters. And in that moment, I felt my will break, my chest fluttering with the familiar feeling of submission, my tail trying to tuck though the horse held it up sadistically, roughly applying a fresh coat of lube before the previous dried up. Though eventually the paddling stopped, and I shuddered in place of my restraints, while a harsh firm hand rubbed against me sore rear, admiring the cute blushed shade of pink. "Mmmm that red works well with your fur. Maybe I should have you attend your little fight dressed in all shades of pink too. Go in there looking like the slutty little princess you are. Have everyone laugh at the lady trying to fight." His voice came out in a few guttural growls, as by now he had pulled down his suit pants and was nursing an erection I couldn't yet see. Though, looking at the time, the horse finally decided he'd better hurry and get on with the training, and tapped a few buttons on the machine.

The firm mass of silicone which started to spread my anal ring. It wasn't the biggest thing I had taken, and the lube certainly helped ease it in without much discomfort, but it was still rather large, equine in shape and at home I would have worked up to the larger toy with a smaller one first. A slight wince came from my maw, as the machine thrust deep and slow, spreading me open and making my cage twitch all the more against the bench, reminding me that perhaps deep inside, I was a slut who needed this kind of treatment. My eyes closed and I whined softly in various levels of discomfort. But with my hands fastened down to the sawhorse, it wasn't as though I could touch myself right now anyway, and so I relaxed, trying to loosen up as the machine picked up pace, thrusting into the toy into me, my body barely able to move with each thrust. Eventually the machine stopped, but I already knew what was coming next. The flared tip of the larger toy struggled to get in this time, the horse moving over to stroke my head and neck fur slowly. "There, there princess. Relax or this will hurt. We don't have much time left, and I'd hate to see your ass all stretched and ruined beyond repair so early." The horse warned with a smirk, which only made me tense up even more. Perhaps, if I stayed tense, then I could deny the horse exactly what he wanted! It was worth a try, and so try I did, tensing up my rear. Though, it was no match for the fucking machine, which increased in power with every unsuccessful thrust, eventually splitting my ass and gaining access to my rear. This time, I yelped from the forcefulness. Or at least tried, the muzzle making my yelps come out as muffled cries, the metal starting to bruise my maw every time I opened it wide in such a cry. I was truly trapped and helpless, becoming a broken fucktoy. "Tsssk. When are you going to learn, the sooner you obey, the better things will turn out for you?" He asked, his voice mocking and condescending. But he was right, I had only made matters worse for myself, my rear now sore with every thrust, the medial ring of the 10 inch horse cock vanishing inside my rear with a wince this time, before thrusting back out.

One again, the machine got faster as I relaxed to the new length and girth, my cock starting to twitch again, leaving a clear fluid against the sawhorse before the machine was turned off. "I would have liked to use another toy, but it looks like we don't have much time. Not like you deserve it anyway, princess." He mocked with another slap to my still stinging ass cheek, which seemed to sting with renewed fury when his hand made contact with it. A hand brushed along my spine, as the horse took me in, enjoying every bump and crevice along my black furred body. I was then, I dared to take a glance at his crotch, whining as his cock was already at least a foot long, certainly longer then any cock I had taken. At some point between tying me down, he had also taken his shirt off, exposing the ripped body of a working stud. No wonder my punches did nothing, no wonder he was so easily able to overpower me. Moving the machine aside, the Albino horse, now naked took his place behind me, the flared tip of his cock pressing up against my tailhole. I closed my eyes, trying to relax, thinking of waterfalls, comfort... clean sheets. But it didn't help. I yelped once more as that flared tip pushed into my tailhole, my eyes closing tight and maw aching, my yelps coming out as squeals as the horse buried his footlong cock into my quivering tailhole, the feeling of helplessness totally consuming me.

He moved forward, grabbing my collar with a strong arm, pushing his cock further passed the medial ring, his cock bulging out my belly to the point where I'm sure I felt it touch against the sawhorse below. I had never been stretched out so far in my life, and my tailhole was still burning from the last dildo which had pushed its way into my tensed rear. My fists clenched from within the mitts, and I let out a renewed struggle, but I didn't budge against those firm restraints, they kept me pinned like stone as the horse rutted me, starting to pull back before thrusting again with a gasp, grunting while pulling back against my collar, cutting off my air ever so slightly. "Mmmm, I love it when their new and fresh." He commented deviously, his body nearly laying on top of mine as his trusts got faster and more savage. I felt his breath on my neck, while my tailhole gradually relaxed to accept his cock, my cage twitching but I knew there wouldn't be enough stimulation to make me cum after I had already done so just over an hour ago.

The horse didn't last long, but was clearly pent up, letting out one last thrust before laying on my back, groaning while his cock twitched, and the stallion's cum filled me. Though every time I expected it to stop, it carried on, making my belly start to feel warm from the stallion's steed. I knew horses were know for being virile, but this was ridiculous. Yet even when he was finished, he laid over me, possessively burring his face into my fur, sniffing it over as if I belonged to him and then dragging his tongue from my cheek to my ear, forcing a squealed whine from my trapped maw. I had to wonder if this was acceptable, I thought I had belonged to the black wolf, not this... Horse. My brain struggled over the rules of the new world I was mercilessly thrown into, but the only sense I could make from it all was I was a toy, and anyone above me could use me how they saw fit. Which meant if a stallion wanted to use me as a cocksleeve and dump their load in my tailhole, there was nothing I could do about it. I was helpless and had to allow them to use me however they wanted, like nothing more than the bed, chairs and other objects that made up the mansion. Though eventually, the horse looked to the time and with slight panic he pulled out, leaving a sloppy trail of cum down my legs. "Well Princess, it's 7pm already. I suppose they'll be looking for you!" There was a slight ring of urgency to his voice, as he started unbuckling the straps, and removing the paw mitts. The moment he took the muzzle off, I was ready to yell at him, but he quickly grabbed it with a firm hand. "Shhhh Princess, I know you want to thank me, and you want to be dressed up, but there's no time." And with that, his grip still on my maw, he dragged me to the door, opening it and without grace, pushing me outside.

I fell down on the corridor with a bump, the door soon locking behind me. I was a mess, my rear was coated in white horse semen, while my blue chastity cage glistened from my own dripping. I knew I had to get back to my room and clean up, if I were to look presentable for the fight. Taking a second to catch me breath, I pulled myself up with a groan, my rear and tailhole both stinging from the recent abuse, the scent of horse semen and pungent as ever. Leaning against the wall, I found my way back to my room, but just as I moved me hand to the door handle, I heard a yell of. "There he is!" And within moments, a tanned stag dressed in similar attire to the horse, and of similar stature grabbed my arm. "I don't think so slave, you're not wiggling your way out of this fight." Quickly, I shook my head back and forth. "I... I was just going to clean, I swear! Please, just a second!" I begged, my voice a pathetic whine, which just made the stag grab my arm even tighter. "No way slut, there's no escape from this fight. Found him!" He called down the corridor, dragging me off down the mansion, a few guards and slaves all looking, smelling the scent of horse cum and some chuckling at the sorry state of my rear, a mix of black fur, red marks and white cum. My ears lowered in shame, my cheeks blushing, but with what I at the time assumed to be a stadium awaiting, I knew my humiliation was just about to start. Was it too late to just give up and crawl into a hole?

The strong stag dragged my reluctant body through the corridors, heading down into a deep basement where I noticed the air felt uncomfortably chilly to my naked and exposed fur. Partway down the steps, there was a line. A picture of myself, my weight, fighting skills (Or lack thereof) and odds were posted up, along with a picture of Elias as the furs in line placed their bets on either one of us. I still didn't know what kind of fight it would be, and in that moment the thought of death made my stomach sink to my tailhole. Could it be a fight to the death? The words of the wolf back at the slave action rang aloud in my ear, about how Dietrichson often came back to buy more and more slaves, with little to no information as to what happened to the previous slaves he bought. The thought that the passed few hours could be the last hours of my life dawned on me, as the Stag dragged me past the line of furs which whistled and commented on my appearance, as I was hauled through to a separate room. The room in which I would be briefed for the upcoming fight ahead.