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So much had happened in the last 24 hours that I was sure retaining information would be a huge challenge. I had always been good at remembering things, but I was in information overload from the moment I my hand only 'half' willingly signed the contract which had me whisked away onto the auction house conveyer belt and had me starting my life as a slave. A slave no less, under Master Dietrichson, a ruthless purebred timber wolf with piercing red eyes and fur darker and blacker than my own. A tycoonist, who had squandered his enormous wealth into creating a small secluded empire for himself, his own world which he controlled, along with everything in it, including me. That was evident by the collar which was locked forcibly around my neck by a firm padlock which I had never seen the key too since it was first locked around my neck. Another key I had yet to see again was the one for my humiliating chastity cage, which had been firmly secured back at the Auction house and never been removed since.

I didn't even have a friend. No, I squandered that opportunity too it seems. Elais was open and willing, but the moment the Fox-mix found out that unlike him, I signed up 'willingly', he had burst into a fit of rage. And now here we were, many hours later, preparing to fight each other, and maybe to the death. In an arena made what looked to be stone. And real stone too, not like the fake textured plastic stuff they had at amusement parks and such. This was real stone, that people had to drag underground, excavate and carve into magnificent pillars which kept the mansion above from collapsing in on the massive arena below.

Images of gladiators and arenas crossed my mind and made my spine shiver all the way down to my tail, and my throat let out a wince. As the stag continued to push me forward, he moved a hand to my rear, no doubt trying to get a feel of the mess that the horse bodyguard had left when he brutally fucked me. "Hmmm I think I know exactly how this fight is going to end. Never seen such a pathetic wolf." He said condescendingly, before wiping whatever bits of cum were still wet and sticky from my rear and wiping it along my head. I wondered if I could wipe it or clean it before the fight. But I doubted it. It strong pungently of the horses' seed, and the matted flakes were now engrained in my fur, something only another yet another hot shower would fix. No, I was stuck with the mark, and with my black fur it would surely stand out the moment I set foot into that arena. The worst part of all, my tailhole was still sore, red around the edges from the brutal stretching of the horse's cock.

"You have 5 minutes to choose a weapon." The horse told me, pressing a firm hand against my back and shoving me forward with force that had me landing face first into a low layer of sand which lined the floor of the arena. My ears flicked, and I heard a metal door lock and seal shut behind me. There was no way out. The only exit was through a large gate which opened up into the arena, and I could only imagine the amount of money and effort the construction works put in, the bring ancient Rome all the way to some rich guy's basement.

'I only have 5 minutes.' That thought clicked, and suddenly I pushed my paws against the ground, jumping upright so I could get a good view of the weaponry table. I took a sigh of relief as they were all blunt. Quaterstaffs of different sizes, wooden swords, shields and armour ranging from what you might expect a skateboarder to wear, all the way to full metal plate. Which even if I could move about in it, I doubted that I could get it on in 5 minutes. Quickly I grabbed a few shoulder pads and a crotch piece, hoping it might hide some of my rear a bit. I then grabbed the wooden sword, as it seemed the 'simplest', though I didn't really have much time to make an educated decision as the moment I grabbed the handle the gate opened, the metal chains which pulled against a counterweight clanking while the metal latticed gate lifted from the sand which had secured it neatly.

As the gate started to rise, and the dusty sand dispraised into the air, light from spotlights flooded into my little preparation area, along with the sound of cheers. Hesitantly, I made my way forward, knowing that refusal would just earn me yet another nasty shock. Like a mole emerging into sunlight, my eyes tightened as they stung, trying to adjust to the dazzling spotlights with shun down upon me just like at the Auction house all over again. But this time the sight I saw was simply breath-taking. Awe-inspiring. It was as though some chief engineers had combined a football stadium with a gladiator arena, though with a mere crowd of just 200 each spectator was given full luxury as they observed the fight from heightened balconies. Some being entertained and served by their slaves, but all intent on looking at the contestants. There was an array of species, and some looked familiar to those I saw this morning when riding on in Deitrichson's limo. On the other side of the arena, stood Elias, the fox-mix clearly ready as he glared at me. He opted for no armour at all and held nothing but a large quarterstaff in his hand, a smirk as confident as ever on his maw; he was basking in the fame and glory. Cameras and TV's lined the walls, projecting their take of the action on massive screens suspended in the centre, while a large booth surrounded by glass jutted out on the centre left. In that boxed booth, stood the demonic looking wolf himself, Dietrichson.

Everything was happening so quick, but as Elias took a few steps out into the arena, reluctantly so did I, feeling the heated stares of a hundred eyes looking at me, some pointing, some laughed while others looked profusely annoyed in their choice of bet. I noticed that in the centre of the arena, was a table with two keys laid upon it. Instantly me and Elias recognised it as the key to our chastity cages. The symbolism was obvious. Right now were both equals as slaves, but the victor would surely get a decent place on the social hierarchy chart Dietrichson had shows us during our little orientation, while the other sank straight to the bottom. Destined to be the lowest class of citizen in their empire, having to do the worst tasks in vein hopes of earning their way back up to the top. I could only dread to imagine what such tasks were but knowing the demonic would they were most likely deviant in nature.

The screeching of speakers brought the arena to life, bouncing around the walls and encouraging Elias' showmanship. The black wolf overlooking the arena took a few steps forward in his enclosed surrounded observation booth, pressing his maw towards a microphone which seemed to be the source of the speaker's sudden eruption of ear-piercing static. "Ladies and gentleman, freemen and slaves. Today we bear witness to a fight deciding who will join the upper echelons of our grand society, and who will suffer the fate of dropping to the lowest of the low. Or Worse. The first to submit loses. Failing that, the first to fall unconscious. Or, die loses. And the one left standing will be crowned champion." And with that I felt a shudder creep down my spine and to my tail, my tail curling as I gazed onwards to my opponent, who looked poised and ready. "Slaves, prepare yourselves!" Deitrichson called out, in tune to the chanting of the audience while the screen above displayed a countdown clock. "3...2...1...FIGHT!" And with that, I saw Elias suddenly sprint forward, whereas stood perfectly still. My legs had seized up and begun to shake in fear, and I thought I might just wet myself in fear. He was about the same size as me yes, but here he was... With intent to kill me! I glanced to the audience, and it seemed most rolled their eyes in disgust. Disgust at me. That annoyed me more then anything, my lips peeling back to expose a row of teeth which rarely saw the light of day. I grasped the wooden sword firmly in my grip for a moment, before thinking what was the point? Tooth and claw would be far more effective. Of course, as a proper wolf should I often trimmed them blunt daily, and I had never used my teeth to cause harm. But this was different, and after a day of no trimming my claws might be sharp enough to cause damage real damage. More then a pathetic wooden sword would anyway.

As I tossed my sword aside, it clattered in the low level of sand below as the audience went silent. They knew what this meant, as did Elias who smirked and tossed the quarterstaff aside. "It looks as though the pups have decided to play rough!" Deitrichson announced through his tannoy. I took a good long stare at Elias, the fox wolf mix was clearly experienced in using his claws. Perhaps I had made the wrong decision. But at the same time, I was a wolf, we were 'known' for being superior fighters. I took a few steps forward, my claws upwards, bared ready for combat, waiting for him to make the first move. He was emotional, hasty. That's one thing I knew about him, and I knew he would express his emotions and intentions in his fight, if I kept eye contact. And yet, I blinked. The moment I blinked, Elias came forward like a flash, and my confident stance turned to useless arm flailing, which the fox-mix knocked aside with one push of his arm, while the other moved to punch me under the chin. My teeth sunk into my tongue, forcing a yelp, and my body fell to the floor while my chin landed on a soft piece of leather. It took my a second to realize what I had landed on... It was a cuff. Looking upwards, it seemed the audience was throwing all manner of bondage equipment at us. Just like how you see the audience throw in a chair or whatever a wrestling match, though obviously these items were... Rather difference. Though, as I took a good look at what was nearby and available to me, one in particular I thought would be very useful.

I reached out for a long and spindly looking bullwhip. I knew it certainly wouldn't kill or disable outright, but it was a range weapon I could use against Elais, who growled in response. "You cheating little..." But before he could finish another word, I threw lash after lash after lash. And despite opening clear welts along his pelt, it didn't seem to phase him. He walked towards me as if my blows were nothing but a light breeze. And, when close enough, he struck again, this time with his own claws, which ripped along my chest, causing a sharp burning, stinging pain. But he wasn't done with me yet. Just as I was about to hook him another blow, having dropped the whip and desperately resorted to using my claws, I felt the hefty kick of a foot pushing against my chest. Needless to say, I dropped to the floor, my chest winded for a moment, my ears hearing the faint echoes of a cheering audience.

The next thing I felt was a pair of cuffs against my wrists, and in response my eyes shot open. Quickly I squirmed onto two legs, jumping up and pulling away. To which Elias allowed me to, but now my wrists were tied together by a firm set of cuffs which made them impossible to separate, leaving my hands tied behind my back. And, when I looked around, I saw Elias with a leather muzzle. Simple and crude in design, and similar to what you might put on a criminal. It constated of a leather basket with straps meant to be secured around the wearer's head. Elia's now with a smirk on his maw took a few steps towards me. Quickly, I backpedalled, showing my teeth. But with the loose sand below my paws, and my hands tied behind my back unable to offer any balance, I tripped and landed on my still sore rear, giving Elias the perfect window to pounce and secure the muzzle to my maw. And though it was tight, unlike the wire muzzle it still left me with just about enough flexibility to talk. "I... I submit." I mumbled in a soft whine. The stinging pain in my chest the metallic taste of blood in my maw told me that it was time to give in. This had gone too far, and my survival instinct to not loose my life kicked in rather quickly, forcing the words out whether I wanted to or not.

Before I knew it, the fight was over. And here I was, muzzled and helpless yet again, an audience crying out all manner of lewd comments to us. "Ruin him!" "He's yours now!" "Teach him a lesson!" but they soon died down. Attaching a leash to the collar, Elias dragged me to the centre of the arena, my eyes wide as I looked at the sheer number of toys and bondage implements that lay scattered around. It was enough to fill an entire BDSM shop with whips, gags, electrical devices, cuffs, muzzles, gags and all the like. And that's when it clicked. Perhaps that's who he was, the owner of a chain of stores worldwide known for offering only the best sex toys and BDSM gear alike. It was a worrisome thought and there was certainly a lot of truth in the phrase 'sex sells'. "Congratulations Elias." The dark wolf spoke from his booth, that tannoy lighting up with his sophisticated tone once again. "You have proven yourself a worthy fighter. You handled the little fox like a mere pup. Welcome to our grand society." The audience went from making lewd comments to giving out rounds of applause. "Your collar will remain for now. But you will be granted residency, and the meek little fox your just asserted dominance over, as your first slave. Enjoy." And with my sentence given, Dietrichson casually strolled away from his booth. One could assume perhaps he was a busy man, or that he had just seen this whole show played out over and over again. Either way I felt even more alone and exposed, while I felt a familiar tug to my leash.

This was it, a death sentence to be sure. Elias hated me, the moment he found out that I had opted into being a slave somewhat willingly. And that was the truth, though my pent-up horny mind at the time imagined a far more glamorous and less painful future then this. Someone to meet up with on the weekends for kinky fun was totally different from a lifetime of forced servitude, sexual or not.

I nearly fell over from the force tugging my leash as Elias dragged me towards the table in the centre of the arena, where he took no time in slamming my head against it, it was clear he was not one for being gentle. The crowd begun to get rowdy, before proceeding any further Elias was determined to lock my paws in a set of mitts. And yes, I did mean lock. Unlike with the horse who had merely strapped them on, these mitts forced me to ball my hands into fists and then locked firmly around my wrist with a shiny steel padlock. I glanced at Elias, to see him casually tossing away the key with a coy smirk along his maw. "Whoops. Well. It wasn't as if you were 'ever' gonna use your claws again anyway. Or your hands. I might turn you into a proper pet. Get a bark collar... Mmm the choices."

"Elais... Please, stop. We can figure a way out... Please!" I begged, but my cries fell on deaf ears. Elias seemed to be having too much fun. He pushed my maw deep against the table, mushing it into the hard wood furniture until my maw drooled against it while pushing his caged up cock against my rear, making light work of the crotch piece I had hastily strapped around my waist for protection. "Even before I came here, you have no idea how long I've gone without a good bitch to breed. And now here you are. This is what you wanted isn't it?" He teased; his voice loud but pressed against my ear. As though, he was trying to put on a good show for the very eager audience who continued to cheer with each and every forceful and abusive move Elias made against my defenceless body. I struggled, starting to thrash, but it got me nowhere as the Fox-mix seemed to weigh more then his height and stature let on. Or perhaps I was simply just that soft. Soft enough to be so easily beaten by a half breed. I was starting to think I hardly deserved to call myself a wolf with how pathetic I was behaving. Sure, I was a cushy office worker, but I had fallen like a defenceless bunny to part fox tramp. Elias reached over for the key, making sure to swat my own key into the sand where it would be lost among all the other items of bondage before unlocking his own with a 'click'. He let out a gasp, and I can only imagine his cock growing already. The thought was already making my own caged cock sheath, adding to my humiliation and remind myself of the very issue which got me into this mess in the first place. "To be honest. I've never fucked a guy. But let's be real here, you're hardly a male." He said with a chuckle, before pressing his cock tip up against my rear. I could hardly disagree, I had never even used a masterbator, much less try it on with a female or even pound a guy's rear. The thought had always turned me off, not to mention I always had a bit of a kink for being called feminine names. A kink that resonated with my and gave my chest such a confused, fluttery fix of submissive emotions.

My rear was still sore from when the horse had practically ripped me open. Ideally, I would have liked more time to heal and recover from the last brutal ass-fucking. But didn't have a choice, my cries and pleas fell on deaf ears while the fox mix pushed his tapered cock into my tailhole. Raw. No lube. I was starting to think he really was a cruel owner. "Phew, you hadn't told me someone else had gotten to this tailhole before your master. I think that deserves some punishment too." He threatened, my eyes clenching tight from the rough lube-less insertion which stretched my walls apart through sheer force and painful friction. The audience started making cries, telling Elias to speed up, do more. To use me. Mark me. Rape me and claim me as his property. It was all about doing the unthinkable to me, defiling my body in a manner of creative ways I never thought possible. I whined through it all, my ears laid flat against my head while the canine cock continued to grow in my rear, mind painfully trapped against the cage that had been attached for days. Here I thought I was Deitrichson's slave, but now, I belonged to someone else. And all because I tried to pretend I was some kind of fighter. My eyes watered, though, as I expected my cock continued to push against my cage, reminding me that these were the fantasies I had dreamed of and fapped over, but never expected to be a reality. And not it was a reality, a terrifying irreversible one, but a reality that still made my cock strain so hard against the chastity device that my balls started to ache, those soft orbs not doing well over the constant abuse and strain that my pushing cock provided.

As if that wasn't painful enough, I soon felt a clawed grip around those sensitive orbs, followed my a tight squeeze as Elias started bucking his hips, spreading my tailhole with each thrust. I opened my maw as wide as I could to let out a muffled yelp in shear pain, my eyes watering all the more while the audience cheered in sheer delight of my suffering. My body begun to tremble, Elia's grip now moving towards my hips. "Is this what you wanted slut? Is that what you dreamed about in you little privileged gated, eccentric fucking community? Well you're getting what you wanted. You're a slut, a slave... An object for me and everyone here." He growled fiercely, starting to grind his knot up against my tailhole. He moved forward to get a closer grip around my waste, his claws gripping my thighs and digging in, making me wince as my arms gave a token struggle, but I made sure not to anger the fox-mix. After all he proved he was more than willing to dish out pain. "You should be fucking loving it. But even this isn't good enough for you is it? Greedy bitch. Don't worry, I'll give you what you deserve. Maybe remove those claws and teeth, dye your fur, pump you full of hormones and let every male for miles around use you for what you are. Is that what you need?" His voice was not a fierce guttural growl, and although I shook my head slightly, my eyes still watering, it didn't matter to him. He was in a lustful frenzy, his knot pressing up against my tailhole with each thrust, trying to push it in. But without any lube, it wouldn't be easy. "Stop. Fucking. Resisting!" He yelled, slamming a paw down against my rear. I could do nothing but clench my teeth and whine about it, as he tried his best to shove his knot against my tight rear, which refused to give in.

A firm paw grabbed the leash around my neck, pulling back firmly to the point where I thought I might choke. I was lacking oxygen, my maw starting to turn blue as I gasped for breath, my head starting to feel dizzy, but the sudden pain of a knot stretching my rear brought me back to reality. I felt his knot sink into my tailhole raw, unlubed and creating so much friction I'm sure I was bleeding from my rear. I had to be, but it wasn't over. His knot soon expanded while inside me, his grip on the collar choking me more and more while his thrusts became more vigeruos but shorter, my abused tailhole doing a good job of keeping his knot locked inside his new bitch while my muscles massaged and pleasured his cock into sudden release. Adding to the horse's load, I felt another blast of warm cum, and with the collar still cutting my air, that's the last feeling I felt before my broken and abused body surrendered to merciful unconsciousness.

When I woke up, my body was in agony. All over, aches and pains tortured my nerves from head to toe. I felt like I had been through hell. And in a way I had. I tried to open my eyes, but as I looked up to the ceiling they stung rather sharply, and I had to close them with a wince. Through feeling around with my paws, I felt the floor nearby. Though the restive mitts that formed my paws into a permanent fist had now gone, which made me breathe a sigh of relief. But, as I opened my maw, I noticed the muzzle was still rather firmly attached. I lifted my paws up to rub my eyes, relieved at the freedom I had and after just a few moments of adjusting, I finally got a view of my surroundings. I was laid on some sort of sleeping pad, in what looked like a standard living room. TV, chairs. All the rest. Nothing too special, a TV that was a few years old, nothing screamed super expensive. Just comfortable. There was a door which looked as through it led to the outside world, metal in construction but with various machines and dials, as though it had come straight out of Japan. There was a familiar sight of hooks and various restraining 'options' in this room, showing that it was clearly something Dietrichson had designed. Though what caught my gaze the most was a rather uncomfortable looking cage in the side of the room, and by it a set of doggy bowls. But there was no dog here. Flashing back to the images of the slaves I saw forced to walk on their knees and elbows, my stomach dropped with sudden dread at what might by my fate.

A more plain and simple wooden door on the other side of the room creaked open bit by bit, exposing the shape of a familiar fox mix. I panicked the moment I saw Elias, whining and pushing my body up to the wall. My heart was beating fast in dread, as here I was with the one 'enemy' I had made in this world, who now suddenly had free reign over me. He could decide what happened to my fate, my body... Everything. If he wanted me to look like one of those sick, restrained less-then-a-person fucktoys then he could. In this world he had the right to do whatever the fuck he wanted to me and it terrified me. I kept my ears low and my tail tucked, my submissive nature taking over as right now, I just didn't want to be hurt anymore then I was. I would do anything, for anyone for just a bit of comfort and a hug.

"Sorry about that. 'ad to make it look convincing." I blinked. Was this a trick, some sort of confusion? A trap? "What...?" I murmured, my voice a soft whisper under that leather muzzle. "Had to look real. Escape will be easier if it looks like I want to stay." He spoke so casually that it pissed me off. I couldn't help but grumble in annoyance. My tailhole felt like it had been ripped apart, and I had been raped and humiliated in front of an audience... To put on a convincing show? Though, before I could muster a growl, I yelped, feeling a familiar shock around my neck. "Put a sock in it, wimp." He said with a slight roll of his eyes, forcing me to glare up at him in annoyance and frustration. "If you're wanting to escape, why are you treating me li-" Once again, before I could continue, the sharp electrical pain surged through my body. Far stronger this time, forcing me to go limp up against the wall, my body sagging in the sleep sack which I now realised was meant to resemble a 'doggy bed'. "Just 'cuz we both wonna escape, doesn't mean I like or respect you. You're still a spoiled silver spoon piece'o'shit who at least in part choose this life." He said coldly, slapping a paw against my cheek. "But two heads are better than one. Plus, that bastard Deitrichson needs to be exposed. Proper world-news and all." As I was convinced it was no longer a trap, I got a little bit more comfortable, leaning up against the wall and trying to look somewhat dignified. I was quiet shocked at what Elias had turned into. He had adjusted to the situation well, obviously far better than me and he was no longer that timid shy ginger furred fox-mix I saw at the auction house. No, his wolven side had come out and I couldn't help but in part look up to him for leadership, as though he wasn't my master, but a natural Alpha. Leader of the pack. "So what's the plan?" I asked, to which Elias responded confidently. "I've hotwired cars plenty. In the cover of night, we cut off the collars, take a car. And drive. That cock-cage might take some pliers though."

"Drive until what?" I questioned, I needed more details, with no idea where we were going it seemed destined to fail. My image of the smart, confident alpha seemingly crumbling with the stupidity of the plan. "Until we find some fuckin' normal people." He replied scornfully, my question seeming to annoy him. "Do you wonna come along or not? Or perhaps you are a sick fuck who'd love to stay here and be everyone's fucktoy." I shook my head quickly with a wince. No, this had gone too far. My body hurt, and I had a life more then this. I hadn't gone through education and started a career to end up here, and this whole time I never even thought about what family and friends must be thinking! "No, I'm coming with you." I tried to sound confident. Even though the plan felt utterly flawed. Hours away up the road was the auction house, and who knew what was beyond it? Though, I had fallen asleep. And in stark realization, I realized that perhaps I underestimated Elias. Maybe he was looking away all the time back in the Limo because he was constantly looking for turning points... A way of escape. Elias regarded me for a moment and then nodded his head. "Good. You're in. You'll be the driver."