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Major Cole Gunderson groaned as he skimmed the report, a tentatively written thing for his eyes only. What the actual report would say would depend on his opinion. Sitting in his office he regretted not having something simpler do deal with, like the desperate firefight following an enemy ambush. The informal report went into a lot of graphic detail, but he'd heard the rumors already. There was a video attached, he knew, that would paint an even clearer picture, and he wondered why he was going through the trouble of reading up on the incident in the first place.

He supposed he was trying to make his mind up without watching it. It was his professional opinion that things had already gone FUBAR and that what he was expected to do was less a matter of damage control than cleaning up someone else's mess. Well, there was also the fate of one Lt. Carlita Lopez to decide. Not the most likable person he'd ever met, but she served under him and he owed her to do his best. With that he decided to bite the bullet and skip the pages of military jargon, scrolling down to the attached clip and clicking “play".

*******

“Hey, where's the truck?" asked Diego, one of two particularly annoying brothers, making Carlita's heckles rise just a little. The meat-head couldn't remember to address people when he had something to say or ask, not to mention to address them properly. Small wonders that after years of active service he's still a private…

“If you're referring to the transport, Private Hernandez, I sent it away." She said, hoping that the mention of his rank would serve to remind the hot-headed wolf of his place, but knowing from experience that it probably wouldn't.

“But this is our extraction point, isn't it… Lieutenant?" asked Diego's brother, demonstrating his marginally higher intelligence by the fact that her remembered to address her properly, albeit after a pause.

“Yes it is, private. But since today's drill was so sloppy and took longer than the last time we did it, I decided you didn't deserve a limo-ride back to base."

“Lieutenant Lopez, we did manage to complete it in the allotted time." Said her sergeant, a wolf like the rest of her platoon but not a hot-head like the two even now doing their best not to fume at her, or the rest giving her dirty looks.

“Which is why I'm willing to call it a day. Good enough isn't the same as good. This isn't basic training – we're on the front lines and awaiting our first combat assignment. In other words – the absolutely worst fucking time to start slacking!" she said, raising her voice and glaring at the men around her.

She was very aware that they all had at least a head on her and greatly outweighed her. Even so she suspected that she could take most of them in a straight-up fight. That was the difference between them – the wolves had wound up in the Ground Corps, while she'd worked to get here. Coyotes like her were usually steered towards reconnaissance units if they couldn't hack it as pilots, but Carlita knew that the quickest way to the top would be to make a name for herself in a front-line outfit. And after graduating from the academy and passing basic training with flying colors she managed to get assigned to the 142nd Special Assault Unit.

And then she started hearing this shit about pack dynamics. About military order and a supposed natural order. Which boiled down to the fact that her men were uncomfortable both with taking orders from a coyote, and from a female. And despite her sergeant's private urgings that she should 'try and see things their way', as far as Carlita was concerned this was the wolves' problem. Somewhere down the line, just before she retired, she wanted to have colonels saluting her, and if she had to step on some egos to get there she didn't really care. They should all count themselves lucky to be merely figuratively emasculated.

“Now here's how I see it – the mess stops serving dinner in just under two hours. A quick march will get us back to base in about an hour and a half. Do this right and you'll just have enough time do get a decent meal. If not it's C-rations for everyone." She said, giving the sergeant a quick nod and watching as the wolf hesitantly ordered a double-time march.

Even though he'd given the order, the venomous stares weren't pointed at the sergeant. Carlita met the eyes with a cold glare, satisfied to see that the bigger canines flinched rather than holding her gaze. All of them but Scout, the Belgian Malinois and the platoons attack dog and unofficial mascot. The four-legged canine was exceptionally well behaved, considering that Private Marcus Hernandez was his handler.

The one whose stare lasted more than a second turned out to be Diego, possibly since as the platoon gunner he had a machinegun and several belts of ammo to lug back to basecamp. The wind kept the short side-swept hair away from her face so the force of both of her yellow eyes boring into his made him fall in line, but Carlita knew that it was only temporary. He struck her as the type that had been carrying a chip on his shoulder since before she was assigned as their CO, and he saw serving under a coyote bitch as a fresh outrage. Well, she didn't mind them thinking of her as a bitch, as long as it stayed clear that she was nobody's bitch…

*******

Carlita's first breaths as she woke up proved just a little fouler than usual. The coyote female didn't need a calendar to know what that signified. Her sense of smell got a little sharper just before she went into heat, something that had always been a nuisance but was a major pain in the ass when stationed on the front lines with nothing but males around. It was the pointlessness of it all that got on her nerves.

Her body could throw as much reproductive instincts and urges at her as it wanted, and it still wouldn't change the fact when a bitch in heat is concerned she'd rather have one than be one. Well, at least the meatheads I spend my days with aren't a temptation she thought to herself, noticing a slight damp patch on the crotch of her army-issue underwear, a reminder of a very pleasant dream indeed.

She'd been in an office with a bright gold oak leaf on her lapel and a striking young Dalmatian standing in front of her. The girl was her new aide, fresh out of basic with what promised to be a firm but feminine body under a clean new uniform, all eager to please and stressing how glad she was to serve under a female officer of such distinction.

Once her subconscious was done stroking her ego, other needs resurfaced. The young corporal was soon out of uniform while Carlita played connect the dots with the spotted canine. And soon enough the girl was bent over her desk, firm breasts pressed flat against the surface as she presented herself for her major. Her tail had been up but Carlita still remembered gripping it and giving it a little yank, showing the girl dominance and being rewarded with a wanton whimper. For a brief second she could almost taste the girl's fresh young sex as she pushed her pointed muzzle against the bared canine slit, her tongue parting the quivering pink lips and pushing past them into the Dalmatian's silkwen depths.

But her next inhale was heavy with the odor of fur still carrying the scent of male sweat even after a shower, not to mention the musk and powder burns clinging to the wolves' uniforms. It served to quickly dispel what was left of her little fantasy and leave her frustrated. The only female body she could get her paws on around here was her own and she was tempted to do just that. Looking down she could see the clear outlines of her nipples as they poked through the sports bra stretched tight over it. Being a coyote Carlita wasn't particularly curvy, but her specie's body type responded quite well to the rigorous training regimen required of her as a soldier in a front-line unit.

She didn't have bulk but the ochre-brown fur covering her couldn't hide the play of fine muscles that every movement revealed. The pectorals hidden under her breasts meant her mounds didn't need much support, but her bra served to save her nipples from chafing against her uniform, especially when her heat made them stick out like this. Her stomach was trim and hard under her palm and she had to stop her hand from drifting lower. She didn't have the time to relieve herself, and getting even more frustrated wouldn't do her any good. Until she made last night's dream a reality, she had a barracks of stubborn, pig-headed wolves to deal with, and their stupid pack was always enough to frustrate her…

*******

Supervising the morning drills did little to improve the lieutenant's spirits. For all their supposed killer instincts, the wolves under her command seemed to lack ambition. The 'every day you don't get your ass shot is a win' kind of mentality. Good enough for the army, but not enough for Carlita. Unlike the men under her command she had ambitions, which included being in command of commissioned officers rather than louts like these.

She was aware of her sergeant glancing her way every now and again, hoping the glare she wore had softened. The wolf was more disciplined than the rest of her men, but was full of that 'pack' bullshit and tried desperately to get his commanding officer on board. He urged her to try and be 'one of the guys', to win their respect as if her rank meant nothing! The men currently training weren't her pack, they were a stepping stone. She didn't care if they were fine with mediocrity, but she needed to get noticed by the top brass, and in order to do that she'd have to make her platoon stand out.

“Private Marcus Hernandez, get over here!" she barked out, glaring at the timber wolf coming her way.

“Ma'am." The wolf said, still out of breath but trying not to look like it as he stood at attention in front of the stern-faced coyote.

“Private, do you see me?"

“Yes ma'am." He replied. He still didn't know where this was going, but the bitch had obviously singled him out for some reason.

“So you aren't blind. And have you seen me watching you?" Carlita continued. She could see the wolf in front of her bristle a little, his ears flicking back just a little as he tried and hide the aggressive impulse. Considering he stood more than a foot taller than she did, most people would have either balked or tried to deescalate the situation, but Carlita wasn't fazed.

“Yes ma'am."

“So you don't think I saw you half-assing your way through another drill?" she accused, and the whiskers on one side of the lupine's muzzle twitched for a second as he stopped himself just short of baring his teeth at a superior officer. “You know what, I don't need an answer to that. Everyone back to your starting positions. You're running the whole thing again thanks to Private Hernandez here." She announced, to a chorus of quickly suppressed groans. But she found herself the target of their venomous stares rather than the wolf in front of her.

“With all due respect, cut the crap el-tee!" Marcus said, raising his voice as everyone else froze at the impending confrontation. “I'm sorry it's 'that time of the month' for you and your frigid little dyke-brain can't deal with the sudden need to see males grunt and sweat, but watching me jump through hoops should be enough, so quit shitting all over everyone's day. Or better yet…" he said with a change in his tone as a sneer spread across his muzzle “…let one of us scratch that itch that's making you-nNNghhh!"

He stopped dead in his sentence, his tail bristling behind him as Carlita's hand shot out faster than the eye could follow. And her look was still cold, her yellow eyes fixed on the lupine's pair that was rapidly tearing up.

“I wonder how I could prove to you just how uninterested I am to have someone like you 'scratching my itch'. To demonstrate just how little I value that part of you that's currently in my paw. I can think of one way private, would you like me to try?" she said, giving the wolf's pride and joy an even harder squeeze.

“Nnngghhhh-no…" Marcus whimpered out and Carlita decided to forgive him for not addressing her properly since he seemed to have barely gathered enough breath for that 'no'.

“I didn't think so." She said, releasing the lupine family jewels and trying to hide her satisfaction at the sight of the larger canine dropping to his knees with his paws between his legs. “If one person fucks up in the field, everyone's left paying the price. So I want you all to think about that while you're running the drill. Again…"

*******

It had all happened too fast for Carlita to react. She'd been leaving the restroom cubicle when an arm was suddenly wrapped around her throat, her air cut off as she was lifted off the ground. A rush of adrenaline did wonders to chase away the mid-night drowsiness, but did little to help her focus. Before she could do anything some rags were stuffed into her mouth and her muzzle was quickly and efficiently taped shut around them.

She couldn't cry out, and could barely breathe through her nose as the arm remained fastened around her throat, two large dark shapes quickly carrying her down the empty hall. She was dragged into some sort of storage/utility room by the looks of things and quickly pushed down to the floor. She tried to struggle, to at least get back on her feet but the two wolves were bigger than her and had little trouble getting her paws behind her back and tightening a zip-tie until she could feel the plastic bite into her wrists.

“All right, let's see what we've got here…" said a voice from behind her, and Carlita's eyes went wide as she recognized Diego Hernandez, meaning the wolf still standing in front of her was his brother Marcus. Before she could process what was happening she felt her tail being yanked up, realizing she'd flagged it down to preserve what little modestly she still had with her face pressed against the tiles and her rear in the air.

“Ha! Told ya it would be army-issue right down to her undies. Now let's get this crap out of the way and see what's hidden away under it…"

Diego's words were followed by a sharp pain and the sound of tearing fabric as he ripped the plain boxer-briefs off her with one yank. Her tail was still in his fist and she found herself growling into her gag at the thought of her most intimate parts being exposed to the no doubt leering meathead.

“Oooh, now there's a pretty bitch!" the voice behind her gloated, and the coyote femme's ears flicked at the disturbing tone.

“I don't think she likes you lookin'…" the wolf called Marcus said, the meaty paw he had on her back easily holding her down while his bother stared at the part of her Carlita had never wanted them to so much as glimpse.

“Like I give a fuck! She's going to get a lot more than looked at tonight." He said, and before the words had fully sunk in the bound coyote heard a slow, long sniff from back there.

“Think the little bitch is in heat?"

“Not yet, but she's not far off. Fuck me, she smells pretty!" the wolf behind her gloated, making Carlita fold her ears back. A moment later she felt clawed thumbs grip her lips just before they were spread open as wide as they would go, the pink insides of her sex now on full display to the degenerate male. “Let's get a taste…"

When she felt a tongue Carlita's ears shot up, her eyes went wide and she started to struggle. She was trained in hand-to-hand combat and knew that there was no way out of her current situation, but a sudden panic gripped her and made her thrash around in a desperate attempt to get away. She could no longer hope that the two wolves would be satisfied with a humiliating peep-show.

“Whoa, there she goes!" said the wolf in front of her, putting both paws on her shoulders to keep her pinned.

She kept growling through her bound muzzle and her wild kicks had only served to drop her lower half to the floor. Diego must have gotten out of the way and her paws connected with nothing but empty air until she once again felt a grip on her tail a moment before she way yanked up by it. It was painful, and thrashing around would have made it worse, so the coyote femme got her knees back under her to at least ease the pain caused by her rear being hoisted up by her bushy appendage. But as soon as that pain was relieved a fresh one hit her when Diego's paw landed on her exposed sex with a loud smack.

“Bad girl!" he said, the sneering tone of his voice clear to the coyote's sharp ears. Against her better judgment Carlita growled again, only for the noise to be cut off by a muffled yelp when the wolf's paw once again struck her unprotected slit. “Now listen carefully cunt – you aren't going to have a lot of choices tonight, but the one you do have is whether or not you want me to spank this pretty little cunny of yours until it's pink and swollen as if you were already in heat. In fact…" he said, and before he finished the sentence a fresh stab of pain blossomed between Carlita's legs “…the more I think about it, the more I like the idea…"

The coyote's mind was still whirling with the implications of what the wolf was saying, but she could almost hear him raising his hand again. She braced herself for fresh pain, but still wound up yelping into her gag when the hand landed with a meaty smack. She folded her ears and bit down as hard as she could on the rags as blow after blow struck her unprotected sex, the wolf behind her waiting a little between each one for some sign of surrender.

“I think it's going to take more than a spanking to train this bitch bro…" Marcus said, and from her vantage point Carlita could see the bulge in the kneeling wolf's pants. She had little doubt at this point what was going to happen, but if these creeps thought they could break her with what they had between their legs, she'd show them just how wrong they were. But the sound of a belt being undone behind her told her she wouldn't wait much longer for the worst…

“Yeah, but you should see how nice and rosy that little puppy-pussy looks now. And after all that I bet the knot's going to feel real nice." He said, and Carlita could feel his grip on her tail change just a little, could hear hum shuffling closer… “What's that you told us earlier, lieutenant? How when one person fucks up we all pay the price? Well here's another saying for you – you fuck with the pack, the pack fucks back!"

Before he even finished, Carlita could feel something hard and hot poke between her sore lips. As the last word left his muzzle, the length speared into her, inches of what could only be the wolf's cock sinking into her sex as fresh pain blossomed from her loins. She struggled a little but there was no point. With one hand gripping her tail and the other under her hip she could do nothing but squirm on the male's disgusting cock as he bucked his hips, pushing even further into her straining sex.

“Fuck, that's a tight little bitch!" the male behind her groaned, and Carlita folded her ears in a futile attempt to block out the gloating narration of her impending rape.

“You didn't break her cherry, did you?" Marcus asked, never once loosening his grip on her shoulders and giving the trapped coyote some hope of turning this around. Even with her arms tied behind her back she could still kick, and she already knew where those kicks would be aimed.

“Nah, the little dyke probably lost that to a rubber cock. Still, this is going to be the first proper fucking this pussy's gonna to get." He gloated, grunting as he did his best to push more of himself in.

In truth, a young Carlita had taken her own virginity as a high school freshman. She got an older girl to get her a dildo from an adult store in change for a quick lick, but she'd gotten very little use out of it. Penetration wasn't as unpleasant, but the idea of letting someone else put something in her other than a few fingers or a dexterous tongue always seemed too demeaning and submissive. It was the same reason she enjoyed strapping on something long and heavy and slowly pushing it into an eager girl, savoring the power and dominance she had over the gasping female as she rutted her silly.

Diego's knot was still small, a slight swelling unable to get past her lips because the tip of the wolf's cock had seemingly bottomed out, but from her own experience in pushing big things into tight little slits she knew it was only temporary. A woman's sex could do a lot of stretching, and she'd spent many pleasant minutes slowly grinding and bucking away into a whimpering partner until her hips were flush with hers. Diego was giving her no such consideration, settling for short, sharp bucks that hurt her like someone was punching her from the inside.

But painful as it was, it served to do the trick. Carlita could first feel the still slim ball of flesh splaying her lips even further until it sunk into her and the wolf mounting her behind gave a long, triumphant groan. The coyote could feel bile in the back of her throat as the disgusting organ throbbed within her, the wolf's heartbeat pulsing inside her sex as he savored his triumph. She knew from experience the sensation of power that finally hilting yourself inside a lover brought and it disgusted her to think that anyone had that sort of control over her, especially the loathsome son of a bitch even now gripping her tail.

“Fuck! This is the reason to send a little coyote bitch to a front-line unit. Instead of having her bark orders at us, they should have just made her the official platoon cock-sleeve." Diego said, his tone making it clear just how having Carlita's tight sex wrapped around him felt. “Now lieutenant, I could take things slow and just hump away until I bust a nut in that snug little cunt of yours. But that's not what you want, is it? You always push us for maximum effort, always timing us and bitching if we take too long. So now I'm going to rail this pussy so hard that if I see you actually walking around tomorrow I'll be the first one to salute you!"

Once the last word had left his mouth Carlita could feel the cock leave her, a momentary sensation relief even though she knew it was a false one. The hard, slick length slipped out but was driven back in with a sadistic buck of the wolf's hips, one that made the coyote glad her muzzle was gagged. He repeated the motion, and apparently satisfied with it settled into a brutal rhythm – drawing most of his swollen cock out of her before driving the whole thing back in with such force that it would have knocked her over if her face wasn't already flat against the floor.

The son of a bitch hadn't been kidding when he promised to fuck her with all he had and Carlita could hear the smacks of his hips against her behind as he rutted her like an animal. The sharp stabs of pain as the tip of his cock battered against her cervix were made worse by the pain of her aching lips being stretched over and over around his knot after the beating he'd given her.

But pain alone she could handle. What hurt more was the sheer humiliation, and the feeling of helplessness. She was the commander of these two degenerates. How dare they treat her like their personal slut? And to make matters worse, she was sure the two were taking satisfaction from seeing her reduced to this – her ass in the air and a lupine cock slamming away at her slit.

The one silver lining was that she wasn't in heat yet. Diego wasn't wearing a condom, and she doubted he'd do her the courtesy of pulling out. Her ears flattened against her head at the thought of a male climaxing inside her, but without estrus to worry about she'd just wash his slime from out of her and be done with this.

“You sure you're doing that right? I don't think she's enjoying herself…" Marcus teased and at those words she looked up at him with an unmistakably vicious glare. “Yeah, just look at that face – the same cranky bitch as always."

“Yeah? Well we'll – ungh!- see if you can do better!"

The wolf's words made the coyote femme wince, a clear confirmation that the other bastard intended to have a go at her as well. The thought made her stomach turn and she was almost glad that her muzzle was still bound. At least this way she didn't have the option of begging for mercy or pleading with them to stop, something she suspected the wolves would have loved to see – a fragile little coyote bitch in way over her head.

Marcus knelt in front of her and she could see him undoing his zipper and fishing his cock out. The red rod was almost all the way out of its sheath and it took one stroke for the lupine male to pull the furry skin down and reveal a still slender knot. He maneuvered himself unit the red organ was inches from her face and Carlita tried to wriggle away from the thing, but was stopped dead when the wolf easily grabbed her scruff and kept her in place.

“Awwww, look at the little dyke – scared of the real thing!" he said with a leer as he brought the dripping length closer to the struggling coyote's muzzle. While Carlita knew she wasn't scared, the sight of the throbbing length was distressing to say the least. She could only imagine what her sex must look like splayed around the other wolf's cock, her lips now burning as the lupine knot battered them when Diego pushed in and tugged painfully when he pulled out, all at a jack-hammer pace. “Fuck, I wish we could trust her not to scream. I'd love to see this cunt suckle me…"

“You're better off waiting for your –nhh!- turn than risking those teeth…" Diego replied, his voice strained but his body showing no signs of tiring despite the punishing pace he'd set.

“Yeah, you're probably right…" his brother replied, holding Carlita's head firmly as he tapped the leaking red length against her muzzle.

The humiliating gesture was enough to take her attention away from what her rear was being subjected to, and after a particularly powerful thrust a fresh stab of pain took the prone coyote by surprise. She could feel her whole body tense at what would prove to be exactly the wrong moment. There was a tug, as painful as the ones before but one that didn't end with the thick, throbbing knot being yanked out of her abused sex.

“Ungggh, fuck!" she heard the male behind her growl, no doubt overwhelmed by the sensation of his knot swelling inside a female too small to take it.

“Did you… get that thing the fuck out! I'm supposed to sit here with my junk in my paw while you tie this little cunt!?"

“Sorry bro, I'm not going anywhere! Shit, I can't believe how hard this bitch is clamping down on me…"

The words reached her ears but barely registered. Stars were dancing in front of Carlita's eyes as the abused walls of her sex burned, forced to stretch around the bulbous part of the wolf's cock that was growing with every twitch and throb. As much as she'd tried to fight it she could hear herself whimpering around the gag in her mouth, a sound she was sure wouldn't be missed by the sharp canine ears of the two bastards abusing her.

*******

Major Gunderson had known what he'd wind up seeing, but watching the video was proving more… intense than he'd expected. The camera had been set up to catch the most revealing angle of Lt. Lopez's degradation and his eyes didn't miss the flash of red as one of the Hernandez brothers bred her hatefully. He felt some sympathy for the coyote, even though she didn't leave much of a first impression on him

Lt. Lopez had been polite, but he knew the type – smiles for the brass and snarls for their subordinates. Ambitious and impatient, and convinced that the lieutenant's bar was all the authority she needed to lead a combat platoon. He wondered if she'd realized just how wrong she'd been when her tail had been pulled out of the way and her slit penetrated by a hard lupine cock with a lot of anger behind it.

This promised to be a shitstorm of epic proportions, and he was trying to figure out how to deal with it. It wasn't unheard of for men to 'informally discipline' a soldier they served with who they thought was weighing the rest down. In fact, most commanders relied on that kind of thing and made good use of this sort of peer pressure in the guise of instilling 'group responsibility'. But the punishments were rarely this bestial and were never meted out on superior officers.

He could have told the top brass that something like this was bound to happen if any of them had bothered to listen. But they were all thrilled with the PR potential of someone like Lt. Lopez leading an assault platoon and didn't want to consider the drawbacks. A male coyote would have had a hard time getting a handle on his men but he could have done it. So could have a female wolf. But Carlita Lopez was the wrong species, the wrong sex and to top it off she had the wrong attitude!

The army had never purged the pack mentality from wolves. They didn't see the need to. If you put lupines together, it worked out quite well – an instinctive hierarchy that went deeper than the chain of command. But if Lt. Lopez had any chance of becoming an alpha of her pack, it was gone now. Even if the others under her command haven't seen this clip, they'd know what happened.

The lack of action on her part was worrisome. She hadn't brought charges against the Hernandez brothers, and he could understand why. After that hit the fan she'd never get a posting commanding front line troops again. The major had thought at first that she intended to deal with the two herself, something that might have restored her credibility with her men if it had been fast and decisive. But a few days had gone by and nothing happened. In the eyes of her pack, she'd been challenged and dominated, and any lack of retribution would be seen as submission by the platoon.

What he needed now was a clear head, to try and puzzle out what to do with this until it inevitably reached the media. But the events on screen made clear-headed thinking impossible, as the sights and sounds of the near-feral rutting derailed any sentient thought. As frigid as the lieutenant came off, without any clothes on she was quite a sight, her slim figure accentuated by the size of the wolves using her. Just the thought of how tight she must feel around a lupine cock was enough for his own shaft to throb, having long sense left its sheath. With a sigh, the major began to unbutton his pants. After all the door was locked and he needed to clear his mind, the only way he knew how…

*******

“Awwww, what's the matter girl? You feel like you're way in over your head? Feeling like you shouldn't have run us ragged just for kicks?" he said, still grinding his hips against her and causing the disgusting length now stuck inside her to shift around. “Was this fast enough for you? Or do I need to do it all over again?"

“Quit gloating and seed the bitch already. Just the sight of her knotted and whimpering is turning my balls blue…" replied Diego's brother, still rubbing his cock over the agonized coyote's muzzle and occasionally slapping her with it to get her attention.

Carlita couldn't focus on the humiliation, especially when the wolf behind her acquiesced and started moving again. He was tugging and pushing with enough force that she could feel her whole body being moved back and forth, her breasts pressed flat against the cold tiles while her rear was held in the air by the grip the wolf had on her tail. Not that he needed it. His knot had started growing but it was bigger than anything the coyote bitch had ever had inside her and she was surprised by the fact that her body could apparently take it.

The initial searing pain had dulled to a throbbing ache, and it would have been bearable if the wolf had stood still. And as painful as his grinding and humping was, she could feel the engorged lump of flesh rubbing against a spot she knew well, the little patch that was so very responsive to either a finger or a tongue. She was almost grateful to the son of a bitch tied to her for his abusive rhythm, since the pain of her rutting was the only thing keeping her from a shameful climax.

“Aaarrhhhghh, FUCK!" the wolf growled out, smacking the coyote's firm ass with full force and making her yelp into her gag.

As the pain in her cheek faded, she became aware of an alien sensation inside her. She folded her ears in disgust as warm wetness swelled within her, the warm rush impossible to ignore no matter how hard she tried to. Carlita had a fondness for using strap-ons that could pump out a cum-like lube and knew full well what a rush it was to stand or lean over a moaning and squeaking female as thick white goo leaked around the pseudo-cock, and the sheer delight of pulling out and admiring the mess she'd made.

She knew how effective it was at asserting dominance, which was why she'd never allowed anyone to do it to her, and why it disgusted her that the wolf behind her was even now (and still!) emptying himself inside her with that fat knot forcing her body to accept every drop. And if that wasn't enough she had the pull-out to look forward to, the embarrassment of having that mess leak and gush out of her once the knot was yanked out. And then another one she thought as Marcus slapped her muzzle with his length again, a reminder that she wasn't half-way done with this nightmare.

“Mmmh, now there's a good bitch…" she heard Diego say as his cock continued to twitch, the pent up male releasing a torrent of warm lupine spunk inside her.

“Hey, I got an idea. Can you lay down with her sitting on your lap?" Marcus asked, and Carlita found herself wondering what fresh humiliation she'd be subjected to.

“Sure. The way she's gripping me, I'm not popping out of that little coyote cunt any time soon."

He hadn't even finished and Carlita felt the tugs on what was indeed a very secure tie as the big wolf positioned himself a little better before grabbing her by the scruff and pulling her upright. She saw the other brother's face light up at the sight of her firm mounds but soon his leering face disappeared from sight as the wolf she was tied to lowered himself on to his back. Every little movement sent jolts of pain as the monstrously swollen knot tugged on her sex, without so much as a drop of lupine cum leaking out, and lying on Diego's chase she still wasn't sure what Marcus's plans were.

“Now what, smartass?"

“Now we get her head between your knees and I get under her tail…" he said, and once it dawned on the coyote what he meant she spent the last few ounces of strength she had in futile struggle. “Whoa, I don't think she likes the idea…"

“Yeah, I'm not crazy about it either. That means that while you're plowing her ass I've got yours bouncing a few feet away from my face…"

“All right, here's what we'll do…" the other wolf said, obviously too worked up by what he'd seen to wait his turn. Carlita soon found herself being pulled into a sitting position, before Marcus grabbed her ankles with one paw and her shoulder in the other. She whimpered as she was spun on Diego's crotch, the sensation of the wolf's swollen knot rubbing against her as she did more intense than painful. But pain, she knew, would be coming soon.

Once she was turned around, Marcus wasted little time pushing her down on his brother's chest and gripping the base of her tail. Carlita had flagged it down on reflex but the wolf behind her had little trouble yanking it out of the way, revealing both her distended lips and the little pink pucker no doubt clearly visible in the expanse of creamy fur. She felt sick to her stomach even before she felt something wet press against her pucker and then push in despite her clenching.

“Trying to loosen her up?" she heard Diego ask, teasing his sibling and sounding a good deal more relaxed now that he'd spent himself inside her.

“Nah, just looking for the stick. Fuck, I can't believe after all that she still has the energy to fight me." he said as Carlita's body struggled in vain to push the intruding digit out.

“Yeah, you should see her face. Man, she does not want this!"

“Well tough shit…" she heard Marcus say as the finger was pulled out of her ass, only to be replaced a moment later by something hard and hot that was drooling against the pink ring. “All right bitch, this is going to happen. But if you show me you can be a good girl and push that pretty ass back a little, I might get sentimental and go easy on you…"

Carlita knew it had been pointless. Even if they didn't try and hold her she was still stuck firm to Diego with both her muzzle and her arms bound. But this fresh insult to what remained of her dignity was enough to make her snarl and thrash round until the wolf wedged in her sex grabbed her by the scruff and held her still.

“You got your answer?" he asked his sibling.

“Yeah, now she's about to get hers…"

There had been no attempt to lube her up apart from the pre Marcus' cock had squirted against her pucker, but that didn't stop the wolf from bucking his hips and pushing most of the red length in. The coyote femme felt her entire body tense, her eyes going wide as her rear was penetrated for the first time in her life. As bad as taking a lupine cock up her slit had been, the sensation of a monster like that pushing mercilessly under her tail was worse than she'd imagined.

The gag in her muzzle failed to muffle whimpering noises she hadn't made since she was a pup, embarrassing sounds that the wolf's satisfied groan failed to muffle. Both pain and indignation overwhelmed her as the lupine mounting her ass wasted little time, struggling to push more of himself in without any regard for her pain or safety.

The constant leaking of his shaft within her behind was making his progress easier, but the whining coyote couldn't see that as a good thing. She knew she should try to relax, that clenching only made things worse but her body insisted on desperately trying to stop the wolf from going any further. But with his fist wrapped around her tail, he had all the leverage he needed, and Carlita was almost startled when she felt what could only be the wolf's knot press against her straining ring.

“Ungghhh…"

“Too tight for you?" Diego teased his brother while the wolf just ground his knot against her. The coyote's one comfort was knowing that the wolf had played around with his cock too much, and the mass of hard lupine flesh even now rubbing up against her tail-hole was too swollen to enter her.

“Damn near. Fuck, this tight ass of hers is going to look so pretty once it's been bred…" he said, and for a moment Carlita felt the relief of that steely rod being pulled out of her aching behind.

It lasted less than a second, as she knew it would. Watching his brother had gotten Marcus pent up, and his thrusts were short and savage, the mess his cock had already made doing little to ease the pain of the coyote's first taste of anal sex. It was all she could do not to whimper like the bitch they thought she was. She felt defeated, completely powerless for the first time in her life as the two males used her however they pleased, but she was damned if she was going to let them see it. She tried to focus on what she'd do after – get cleaned, get her head straight, get revenge… Anything to keep her from thinking about the thick piece of wolf-meat pistoning in and out of her ass, rubbing against the disgusting length still stuck in her sex.

“C'mon girl, be a good bitch and take that knot…" the wolf sodomizing her said, and Carlita realized he was serious about his intention of tying her while she still had his brother's cock stuck in her sex.

“Need a little help?"

“Yeah, see if you can spread this bitch open for me…" Marcus growled out, the fat bulb still bumping against the coyote's tail-hole without any indication of going in.

That was before Carlita felt strong paws land on her cheeks, digging into her firm buns before they spread her as wide as they would go. It served to pry her pucker just a little wider, but when the wolf's next thrust got a little bit past the straining ring, she knew it would be enough. Marcus's next jab failed to sink the knot in, as did the next one, and the next. The coyote had allowed herself a brief glimmer of hope before Marcus gave a buck vicious enough that it broke past what little resistance she had left.

The pain of her second knotting put the prior agony to shame, and it was all Carlita could do to cling to consciousness. She heard Diego chuckle as his brother almost howled, pulling on the tie a few times as his knot swelled within her. Their voices sounded like she was under water, but the sensation of a hot rush of lupine cum surging into her knotted ass was disgustingly vivid. She tried to console herself that the worst was over with, and that she needed to keep her wits about her.

Without anything better to do the two wolves rested and gloated, savoring their revenge and the afterglow of the vicious rutting they'd subjected the smaller female to. Diego's knot was the first to shrink, the slimy bulb slipping out of her followed by loud squirts and finally a gush of lupine cum once the red shaft slipped back into its thick sheath. The sharp smell of cum filled the little storage room and made the coyote's nose crinkle with every inhale, the sensation of the thick white goo soaking into her fur making her feel more soiled than those days in basic training when the drill instructor forced them to go through the obstacle course in pouring rain and ankle-deep mud.

The member stuck in her ass didn't seem to be going down any time soon, even after the lupine length had finished twitching and pumping her so full that she felt bloated. Diego spread her cheeks again and Marcus used is rough fingers to pry her further, digging his still bulbous organ out as his brother urged him to hurry up. Even after the knot popped out her pucker was wrapped tight enough around the shaft to keep the mess in, but once the tip left her so did a torrent of lupine spunk, to the delight of the two males.

Diego cut the zip-tie from around her wrists and removed the duct tape from her muzzle. Carlita winced as the tape pulled quite a lot of her fur off and spat the drool-soaked rags out, taking deep lungfuls of the foul air. The two obviously weren't worried about her either jumping them or calling out, and with good reason. Carlita felt drained, and she knew it would take a few minutes until she was confident enough to try and stand. As for calling for help, just the thought of other people seeing her in this state was enough to tighten her throat.

“All right, let's get out of here." Diego said, pulling his pants back up and carefully checking if the way was clear.

“Yeah, let me just get one last shot…" she heard Marcus say, and for a second her stomach roiled at the thought that the wolf might want to have another go. It certainly didn't settle when she saw the male retrieve a phone from one of the shelves, and bring the camera up to her face. The camera, she realized, that must have been filming the whole god-damned time they were using her!

“Yeah – muzzle open, tongue out, eyes blank. That's what a well-bred bitch looks like…" he said before getting up and following his brother out of the room. Finally alone, Carlita just curled up and tried to gather her strength while the seed of the two wolves drooled from her abused holes. But while her body ached, her mind seethed.

She had no intention of reporting the two. That's probably what they expected her to do – a weak coyote bitch running and crying to the top brass. She'd underestimated just how stupid those dickheads were and she had no intention of making the same mistake. She'd be on her guard, and wait for her opportunity. After all, she was still their commander, and they were bound to get sent into combat soon enough, and in the chaos of a firefight a lot could happen…

*******

After the video was done Major Gunderson had a wad of wet paper towels in his wastebasket but still no solution. After watching the clip to the end, he was amazed the Lieutenant was walking around normally. A tough bitch, to be sure, but he knew her authority wouldn't recover as easily as her body. With a growl of irritation, he typed up a quick reply. The video was classified, and any talk of this was to be suppressed. Either Lt. Lopez would deal with this, or she'd break, but for now it was important that this doesn't see the light of day. He didn't even want to imagine the shit-storm that would erupt if the media got the footage of their star female officer getting double-teamed by the two wolves. Make or break, it was the Lieutenant's call now…

*******

“Private Daniels, drop and give me fifty." Carlita said, craning her neck back a little so that she could look the taller wolf in the face.

“What?"

“On second thought, make it seventy for not addressing a superior officer properly. The fifty's because you still aren't checking your corners when entering." She said, keeping her voice firm.

They'd just finished another drill, and she couldn't help but be irked that they still haven't been sent on an actual mission. She couldn't think of a reason, but suspected that rumors of what had happened had reached her superiors. As far as she knew, the Hernandez brothers had kept the video they'd made private, no doubt using it as leverage.

The coyote hadn't pressed charges, and had no intention to. For one, what they did to her had been personal, and she wanted to keep it that way, right down to the retribution. Apart from that, the first thing she'd done since leaving that utility closet was to drag herself to the shower and clean her insides out as thoroughly as she could. After she'd done that, the only real evidence of what happened was the recording, and she got sick at the thought of that video being showed, even if it was as part of a court-martial. She'd been sure she'd get a chance for payback once they got sent into a combat zone where the lives of the two sons of bitches would be hers to spend as she wished.

But they were still in reserves, and to make matters worse she was now fully in heat. The last time that had happened her men had the good sense to ignore it, but things had changed. Nobody had said anything, but even corporals now suddenly seemed to defer to the two wolves who hadn't budged from the rank of private since they got out of boot camp. And when she passed the wolves and her back was turned she could hear them sniffing, just loud enough for her ears to pick up but not loud enough that she could call them out on it. And now this!

“Fuck this! I'm not taking orders from someone's bitch…"

“What did y-“ she began, but the asshole actually cut her off.

“You heard me! You want me to get down there? Fine, but you have to get under me, lift that tail, and give the platoon a crack at that swollen little cunt of yours…"

Carlita had been tensed for a fight the moment the wolf had cut her off, and wasn't caught entirely off guard by the hand that dropped from above. Before it could wrap around her neck, she managed to get her paws under it just as her attacker pulled her back against his chest. Daniels made the mistake of moving in and the coyote used the hold some unseen wolf had on her to brace herself. She took some satisfaction from kicking the wolf in front of her hard enough in the chest to send him sprawling back, the force making her assailant stager but not enough for him to fall over or let go of her. The hold still wasn't secure enough to make her pass out and Carlita was confident she could wriggle free. The others closed in and she was sure they were going to break up the fight until she felt lupine paws grabbing her arms and legs.

Even though they outweighed her, Carlita had been confident about her odds against two wolves as long as they didn't ambush her, but this was more than she could hope to handle. She struggled anyway, barking orders and insults to no effect. They carried her to the bombed-out building they'd been running the drills in, holding her down near spot clear of debris. One of the wolves pushed his hand under her collar and grabbed her forcefully by the scruff, obviously making sure that she couldn't twist her neck and bite her assailants.

With him and the ones holding her arms and legs she had a total of five wolves holding her upright with her legs spread and her arms stretched out. Diego stepped up and Carlita caught the glint of his combat knife as he leered at her openly without saying a word. If he was expecting her to break down in tears for plead for her life, he was in for a disappointment. She knew that they didn't have the inclination nor the guts to kill her, and even if they did she'd sooner spit at them than beg.

“All right, let's bust this bitch down…" he said, grabbing first one of her lapels and then the other.

She caught on to their game, and knew that the loss of her insignia was merely the first humiliation. The knife continued down, popping her buttons one by one before the wolf slowly opened her shirt. Her heckles rose as the gathered lupines leered openly, nearly salivating at the sight of the sports bra stretched taught around her heaving chest.

The wolf behind her also had his knife out and she could feel him running it along the back of her uniform. The sound of steel cutting through cloth was like nails on a chalkboard, since she knew that the wolves wouldn't stop until there wasn't a scrap left on her. Once her back was open her sleeves were sliced and the whole thing was pulled off.

Diego was about to slice her belt off when his brother suggested they leave her something to walk back to base in, so the grinning imbecile in front of her merely unbuckled it and tossed it aside. When he placed the tip of her knife just under the beltline on her belly, the rest were actually howling, eager to see more of her revealed. The wolf behind her mirrored Diego, slipping the tip under her tail and trailing it down the middle of the seat of her pants. And when she was in nothing but her underwear, the salivating crowd couldn't hold back any longer.

“Holy shit! For such a scrawny little thing she's got a nice set of tits."

“C'mon Diego, finish unwrapping her already! Can't you see the lady's impatient?" called out another, pointing out the slightly damp patch between Carlita's spread legs, to another round of howls from the rest.

Diego took sadistic glee in hooking the tip of his knife at the bottom of her bra, just under her breasts and gently sliding it up. The taut fabric strained and when there was only an inch or so finally gave way, tearing apart and letting her bare breasts bounce free. A few more cuts and her panties were pulled off the two scraps of clothing tossed to the crowd who began to fight over it. They ended up in shreds that the wolves seemed to intend to keep as souvenirs, with the one that got the damp patch of her panties declaring himself the winner.

“Let me go you sons of bitches or I'll see you all lined up against a wall for this!" she snarled, but it didn't even slow the wolves down. They moved closer with obvious hunger in their eyes, a look that would have stirred nothing but revulsion in Carlita's brain, had she not been in heat.

“Fuck, she acts mean but she sure smells pretty…" she heard someone from behind her say just before she felt a rush of air across her bared slit as the canine in question took a sniff.

“If you don't release me this second I'll…"

“You'll what? Scream? Well go ahead. I'm sure we'd like to hear you, and there's nobody else in ten clicks of here. Or did you want to use the radio? Hey Marcus, how's the signal?" the male that had been sniffing her asked and she could hear him grinning.

“Yeah, sorry. Nothing but static…" the wolf that had raped her a week ago responded without bothering to turn his machine on.

“Or maybe you want us to let you go? Well, we might do that, if you asked nice enough. It's a long march back to the barracks, and we'd love to watch you run in nothing but your fur. I bet those tits of yours look pretty nice when you're bouncing, but a female in heat running around naked might give folks the wrong idea…" he said, and Carlita folded her ears. He was right, of course, and she doubted there was a scrap of her uniform length that was big enough for her to even try and wrap it around her chest and hips.

“On the other hand…" said Diego Hernandez, squatting just a little so that his face was level with hers. “…we did bring along a spare set of fatigues. But you'll have to earn those. Think you can be a good girl for us?" he asked, and she spat at him in reply.

“Fair 'nough. C'mon fellas, let's get this bitch into position."

As soon as he said that they descended on her, groping, pinching and squeezing whatever they could get their hands on. Part of her was betraying her by responding to the physical contact and the increasingly strong scent of aroused males, while her mind recoiled t her situation, knowing it would get much worse very soon.

After they'd all had a grope she was pushed down so that her chest resting against the ground while her rear remained raised. They had a firm hold on her legs and arms, with one of them holding her scruff and scratching her behind the ears. Other's had pulled her tail up and were sticking their fingers in the last place where she wanted them touching her, all the while commenting on her appearance, smell and taste. She felt calloused paw-pads on her lips just before they were pulled wide open, and Marcus spoke up.

“Hey guys, check this out – the perfect recruitment poster! Let the folks back home know they have a nice wet bitch like this waiting for them in the corps, and you can forget about the manpower shortage!"

“Fuck you!" she snarled, even though she knew it wasn't the smart thing to do.

“Yeah, I will. And once we've all had a turn with you, you might change your mind. Bro, you got contestant number one ready?"

“He was ready the moment he smelled her." She heard Diego's brother reply. “Scout, here!" The moment the command left the wolf's mouth, Carlita's ears picked up the scrabble of claws on concrete as the well trained Belgian Malinois obeyed his handler without hesitation. “Here boy, have a taste…" she heard Marcus say as two rough fingers pried her heat-swollen lips apart.

The dog didn't need any more urging than that, and without a gag in her mouth Carlita found herself stifling herself as the broad, velvety tongue made two swipes across the bare patch of flesh between her thighs, before the canine decided he wanted more and plunged the thing into her. The coyote femme was a connoisseur of cunnilingus and even though the shepherd had no technique he had enthusiasm going for him, as well as the sheer size of the organ now delving her depths.

Ever since being assigned to this unit she hadn't had the opportunity for a little diversion, and the bestial appendage licking away at her sex brought to mind pleasant moments of pushing a lover's face against her slit or just straddling a pretty face and grinding herself all over a busy muzzle. She actually gasped when the tongue pulled out and the brief illusion was shattered. The smell of aroused males quickly washed over her again, offensive enough to her senses and sensibilities that it washed her mind of the visions of inexperienced but eager girls and housewives curious for something different.

“Aww, you liked that, huh boy? C'mon then, up you go! Just don't fall in love, this bitch isn't worth it…"

“Wha… you son of a bitch, you can't mean… I'm in heat you degenerate!" she began to snarl as a weight settled on her back and a pair of forelegs wrapped themselves around her slender waist.

“You think we don't know? You reek of it, el-tee. And since you aren't taking your suppressants, what are we supposed to think?"

Carlita was about to reply that she didn't take them because they acted as mild sedatives, and she'd rather be frustrated than have her abilities impaired for even a few days. She was about to say that, but a poke against one of her firm cheeks suddenly made the reality of her situation sink in. She was fertile, and there was a male trying to shove his cock in her. A feral male!

“G-get him off me! I swear to god if he… I can't…" she stammered out, her attempts to formulate a sentence made all the harder by Scout's humping. The pokes still weren't landing on target, but they were getting to close for comfort.

“Yeah, we know – you're a dyke. And we understand – we all love pussy here, don't we fellas?" Diego asked and the rest agreed. Even the NCOs! They were acting like the two assholes who'd assaulted her were now commanding the platoon. “But you should have understood that once a month that slinky little body of yours needs a cock to keep you from getting cranky. So we're just going to make you take your medicine. Regularly. And don't worry – back at base we'll do the work, hell, we'll even salute you in front of the brass, but from now on you're our bitch.

“But you can't let Scout…" she said, still shocked by the calm tone in the wolf's voice. It's all that 'pack' bullshit again! The moment they got back to base, she'd make sure to drive that crap right out of their thick… “Aaaahhhh!"

“Whoops, too late for that. You see, we'd been talking, and none of us really liked the idea of his kid having a sadistic bitch like you for a mom. But who doesn't like puppies? So we figured we'd let Scout here take the first crack at you."

Carlita had barely heard Diego's gloating words. Scout had managed to find her slit with one of his pokes, and the moment he felt something wet and warm part around his tip he sheathed everything he had inside her. Even her rape at the hands of the Hernandez brothers hadn't prepared her for the sheer speed and ferocity of a feral canine's rutting. She could feel him shuffle forward until his hind legs were flush with her thighs, his hips slamming into her rear over and over as every inch of his cock began to piston in and out of her sex.

The dog had no notion of restraint and he was even pumping his knot in and out of her slit. To her horror she could hear squelches coming from behind her very time the ball of flesh slipped in or out of her sex. Having a feral male on her back felt no better than one of the two bastard wolves, but now that she was in heat her body was responding regardless of her feelings on the matter.

She folded her ears against her skull, but it wasn't enough to block out the sounds of the gathered lupines, cheering the dog on as he bred her. She supposed that to him she was just a bitch in heat who'd raised her tail and didn't try to bite him when he jumped on her back. And to her shame she had to admit that if it had happened in private the whole thing might have been easier to endure. But it was the humiliation that hurt, not the violence of the feral mating.

She was aware of the eyes of sex-deprived males roaming her body and they didn't have any qualms about expressing their delight at what they saw. They commented on the way her tight ass rippled with Scout's savage thrusts, the way her firm breasts shook under her chest and how her hard nipples were proof that 'she just needed some good dicking'.

“All right fellas – have at it. You know how Lieutenant Lopez hates it when we stand around idle and just slack off…" came Marcus's voice behind her, and soon enough she could hear zippers being undone. One of the wolves knelt in front of her and it took her only a second to notice Daniels leering down at her with his cock in his hand.

“Ooh, she's a feisty lookin' little slut! Now are you gonna be a good bitch and open wide?" he said, gripping Carlita's hair with one hand as the other rubbed the red length all over the muzzle she was keeping firmly shut. “Yeah, though as much. Diego, you mind?"

“You know I don't!" the large lupine replied from somewhere to her left and a second later Carlita was crying out in pain as he grabbed her stiff nipples and gave the nubs a vicious twist. His friend was ready for it, and the moment her muzzle had opened she found the angry-looking red length invading it.

“There we go! Now just be a good girl. If I feel teeth on my cock, you're gonna feel pliers on your teeth, got it?"

Carlita wasn't sure how he expected her to respond. With him yanking her hair she couldn't nod, and she couldn't say a thing with the canine cock stuffed in her muzzle. She wasn't even sure if he was bluffing, but considering that this had already gone further than she'd expected it to, she didn't want to push them. Swallowing her pride along with the wolf's pre, she opened her mouth a little wider and stuck her tongue out past her lower lip, giving the lupine more room.

“Atta girl! Now I know you don't know how to suck a cock yet, but don't worry. Just keep that pretty little muzzle open wide, I'll do all the work, and before you know it you'll get a little treat!"

No sooner than he said that than Carlita found both hands on her head, gripping her behind the ears as the lupine in front of her began fucking her muzzle. And with Scout using her other end, it was all she could do to catch her breath and keep her teeth away from the throbbing length sliding across her tongue.

But as repulsed as she was by the taste of a male and the sounds of the rest of the 'pack' jeering as they waited her turn, it was the length sawing in and out of her dripping sex that concerned her. The dog's initial thrust had hurt, and so had the brutal rutting he began subjecting her to the moment he was sure he'd hit his mark. But as her sex adjusted to the bestial mating she could feel instinct overriding preference.

The idea of coupling with a male was still as unappealing as ever and the thought of getting pregnant with a feral dog's litter was nothing short of terrifying. But the physical sensations were something else entirely. With her heat fogging her reason, feeling a cock stuff her so completely every time it bottomed out felt right, the vicious rhythm now merely vigorous, the painful movement of the knot in and out of her sex now filling her with a strange anticipation.

The smell of a male filled her nostrils even as Scout's doggy-dick repeatedly filled her every inch, the movement of the red rod now audible as they both made a mess. He was a machine, drilling her without any sign of growing tired, with a desperate rhythm that had only one purpose – to breed, to fill the fertile bitch under him with his seed and leave her with a belly full of puppies. She knew the one slim hope she had was that the rapidly swelling knot would grow too big while it was outside forcing the dog to cum inside her without a tie. She'd seen the heavy sack swinging between Scouts legs every now and again and knew there was no avoiding a heavy batch of puppy-spunk, but without a knot most of the mess would squirt right out.

Pain came back as the knot grew large enough to tug on her swollen lips every time the shepherd yanked it out and even as she was muzzle-fucked Carlita found herself hoping the bulbous thing wouldn't sink inside her on the next thrust. But as big as it got Scout kept ramming it in, until one of his pulls strained her lips but failed to get the lump of flesh out of her.

The dog on her back was driven by instinct, and once he felt a bitch holding his cock inside her nature took its course. Rage and terror gripped Carlita as the dog became still and the cock began to twitch inside her and despite her predicament she tried to struggle and get free, with no success. Her efforts only got her laughed at by the leering lupines.

“Calm down girl, you're not going anywhere until both Scout and the rest of us are done with you…" said the wolf ramming his meat in and out of her muzzle, his voice tense as he leered down at her. His own knot was hitting her in the nose and she was glad that it at least was too big to go in. When the first spray of canine seed was released into her other end she actually cried out around the lupine shaft fucking her mouth, feeling more disgusted with herself with every warm, wet squirt the happy dog on her back was dumping into what he thought was an eager bitch.

“Come now, girl, be a good little 'yote bitch and cum while your stud's breeding you…" Marcus said from behind her, and a moment later she felt a paw-pad on her clit.

The touch made her whole lower body tense up, which only served to make the feeling of fullness more acute as Scout continued pumping her full of his puppy batter. The wolf had a deft touch, although he wouldn't have needed one. With that massive knot swollen just inside her sex, her clit was pressed tight against the throbbing bulge, the gentle rubs and brushes causing her sex to clench around the invading beast.

She was still doing her best to fight nature and preserve some dignity when the wolf in front of her slammed his hips forward and pulled her head against him. She could see his knot ballooning up as it was pressed against her nose-pad, the smell of the wolf's cock filling her every breath as the tip pushing against the back of her throat erupted. She could feel the male's growl as he began to blast warm, slimy cum down her throat, holding her against him and forcing her to do her best and not choke on the thick pearly deluge.

She managed to swallow the first few jets, but the next few wound up filling her mouth as she coughed and sputtered around the lupine meat. She was sure she'd pass out and it was only when he saw cum fly from her nostrils that the male released her head and pulled his shaft out. She heard someone call for a camera, and only then realized that all of the ones waiting their turns had their phones out.

“Mhhh, fuck yeah. You should see how pretty you look now you little bitch – streaks of cum all over your face, and your tongue hanging out. A panting slut just begging for more…"

“Ah…I…" Carlita tried to speak, but that was the best she could do. She was still coughing up the male's cum and desperately trying to get her breath back. Worse yet, she could feel her control slipping, the diligent pressure of a lupine finger on her joy-buzzer urging her body to seek the sweet release that was hers for the taking.

Her vision was blurry from the lack of air, her throat sore from having been jabbed by the tip of the wolf's cock and burning with the bitter cum he'd shot down her gullet. And before she could get her senses back they were knocked out of her by her climax, her stuffed sex instinctively clamping down on Scout's cock and milking the last of the feral seed from the happy shepherd. She caught herself whimpering but it was too late. The wolves had heard it, caught it on tape – the first female lieutenant to get an assault command whimpering and panting with cum all over her face and a feral dog on her back. She'd barely gotten her breath back when a fresh shaft was pushed against her face.

“C'mon girl, open up. Let's see if you like the taste of mine better." Said the newcomer, and Carlita didn't even bother looking up to see who it was. When she got back, she wasn't going to spare a single one of the bastards, so why take names?

“Fuck, just look at her! What made them send some little coyote bitch to command us?" someone asked from the sidelines, and Carlita found just enough spiteful energy to answer him.

“Because the only fucking things wolves are good for is cannon fodder!" she barked, but it was too late. They just laughed at her and the one kneeling in front slapped her face with his shaft.

“C'mon now, let's put that filthy little muzzle to better use. Now are you going to open up like a good little slut, or do you need Diego to twist your tits again?" the wolf in front asked, and with some reluctance Carlita opened her muzzle. Her nipples still felt sore after the brutal pinch the wolf had given her, and she was hesitant to make things worse for herself.

“Will you look at that? I wish Scout had been as easy to train as the lieutenant is!" Marcus said from behind her, followed by a fresh round of laughter from his pack mates.

The large lupine began muzzle-fucking her without delay, either too horned-up from watching the show or considerate of the others waiting their turn. When the dog on her back began to dismount she allowed herself a brief glimmer of hope that at least Scout was finished, but a tug on her lips told her he was still too big to slip out. Instead they were ass-to-ass, something she first thought was just fresh humiliation, but soon turned out to be even worse.

Without the dog on her back the waiting wolves had more access, and the moment her tail was yanked up, Carlita knew what was coming. Whoever it was had been considerate enough to spit on her pink pucker and loosen her up with a finger, before the rest of them urged him to hurry up. It was all she could do not to bite down on the cock rutting her mouth when the unseen lupine hunched over her, slowly applying pressure until his tip sank past her pucker and into her ass.

Her only consolation was that the bastard sodomizing her didn't have the same leverage Marcus did when he'd shoved himself into her rear while his degenerate brother was still tied to her. But without the pain of a hard fucking, the sensation of a something slick and hard sliding in and out of her behind and rubbing against the one still lodged in her pussy felt strangely pleasant. It was then that Carlita realized that this time would be much worse.

When the two wolves had jumped and raped her, she was still in control of her faculties, but with estrus upon her, her body was threatening to betray her with another humiliating display. Knowing there was a video out there of her being violated was one thing, but anyone watching it would have little doubt that she didn't want that to happen. But footage of her cumming like a literal bitch in heat while getting gang-raped by the whole goddamned pack would be far worse.

Scout wound up pulling out before either of the wolves came, and she knew there were at least three phones being pushed under her to catch the glimpse of his cock leaving her slit. The wolves lusty howls failed to mask the wet sound of watery canine cum hitting concrete, and more was pumped out of her every time the wolf mounting her ass sheathed himself between her cheeks.

When the male abusing her muzzle reached his climax the coyote was ready, gulping down every jet as quickly as she could to avoid choking on the bitter slime, but all that earned her were howls as the males remarked how quickly she'd developed a taste for wolf-milk. And despite the fact that she could have swallowed his whole load, the male wound up pulling out before he was done and shooting his last few ropes over her muzzle and across one eye.

The wolf mounting her ass was trying to force a swollen knot in until the rest persuaded him to just finish up. Gripping her tail the lupine resigned himself to just that, railing her mercilessly until he bottomed out and kept grinding that lump of flesh against her pucker. She could feel the hot rush of his seed shoot inside her, but after several jets her body couldn't take any more, and the excess began to squirt loudly around the red length shoved as deep as it would go under her tail.

After he pulled out there was some talk, the paws that had been holding her down released their grip on her limbs. Carlita knew there was nothing she could do, but she knew she needed to try. The moment she was free to stand she got up and tried to swing for the nearest wolf. But after what she'd been through her legs were still to shaky and the momentum of the punch wound up knocking her off balance until she crashed face-first into the muscular male.

The worst part was that her attempt to assault one of them hadn't made the wolves angry. It had amused them and they kept chuckling as someone from behind grabbed the coyote's wrists and pulled them over her head. Paws reached out to fondle her breasts and ass, a few of them dipping into the mess leaking from her lower half as the bastards brought cum-drenched fingers up to her muzzle. She thrashed and snarled, calling the wolves' mothers whores who should have been spayed before their first heat, but none of them even got offended.

She felt rope tighten around her wrists and a second later her bound arms were thrown around the neck of yet another wolf, a sick parody of a hug. The same wolf bent over and gripped her thighs in his strong hands, and when he rose back up he swept the coyote off her feet. After that her struggles couldn't stop him from lifting her a little higher, carefully maneuvering himself until his tip was just under her drooling slit before dropping her down.

The feeling of a male slipping into her sloppy sex had been almost pleasant, and Carlita was forced to shut her muzzle again, worried that her snarls would turn to yips and moans as her body surrendered to base instincts. When the wolf's strong paws moved to cup her cheeks she didn't think much of it at first, until she felt them being pried open to reveal a gooey unprotected pucker. She clenched her teeth as a wolf positioned himself behind her and penetrated her rear in one smooth, stroke, his predecessor's load easing his passage into the coyote femme's sore rump.

This time it had been the one in her ass that managed to tie, but the wolf that had just emptied himself in her sore sex managed to slip out and let another take his place. Carlita had lost count, and possibly her consciousness a few times, so she wasn't sure how many she'd taken. She was sure that by the time darkness finally took her every goddamned wolf had had a turn, but she doubted they'd stopped just because she'd passed out.

*******

Carlita Lopez had never thought of herself as having maternal instincts, and would still be hesitant to admit she had, even with two pups nursing from her heavy teats. She didn't really feel like a mother to the dogs even though she knew that she was, as evidenced by the milk flowing from her swollen breasts into their little muzzles. But she'd have to admit this was hardly the worst part of her life.

The wolves had gone too far in the end, but the irony was that they'd gotten in trouble too late, at least as far as she was concerned. The videos got out. All of them, including several different clips of her being bred by a feral and then gang-raped by her own men. She got taken here almost immediately, even though she didn't know exactly where here was. She figured she was back home, since this place was too quiet and out of the way to be near the front.

It was all for her own good, so she'd been told. They'd been very sensitive at first and kept insisting they were being considerate of her 'condition', even though she hadn't even been showing at the time. The news she got were filtered, she knew, but she got a clear picture. The goddamned videos had gotten everywhere! Even network TV stations had aired them, although heavily blurred to mask her voice and image while showing what had happened, all under the guise of concern for the females serving on the front lines.

Bullshit, as far as Carlita was concerned. That was the last nail in the coffin that her career had been laid in. Nobody could tell who the unfortunate female in the videos was, but anyone with half a brain would remembered the media pomp about 'The Changed Military' and 'The Future of the Armed Forces'. They might dig up the photos of a certain coyote lieutenant and notice that the colors under all that mosaic censoring matched hers.

Her sole consolation was that the bastards under her command had fared worse. Court-martialed in secret and sent away for a good long time. She hoped that they got sent to hard labor alongside horses. Or even rhinos. She wondered how the pack would hold up against the herd. Even her commander had been replaced, at the president's instance no less. A spectacular knee-jerk reaction that no doubt had the enemy celebrating.

So she'd been kept in this remote cabin, with 'attendants' that to her eyes looked too much like guards. She knew what the real problem was. If she got back to the world and started talking, it would be a nightmare not only for people in the army, but politicians who'd insisted on the new reforms. They were worried the current president's political opponents would sway her, get her in front of the cameras telling her story and sealing the fate of a lot of big-wigs.

Showed how much they knew her! There was no amount of money, nothing they could offer her that would make Carlita Lopez weep in front of the cameras and wail about being a victim of abuse. If she didn't do it for those goddamned wolves, why on Earth would she do it for reporters?

So she'd been kept here. Had her first litter. After that, she hoped for a chance to talk to someone. Maybe a new assignment once this all died down a little. She'd even settle for some rear-echelon posting if it meant getting her life back on track. Her first two pups had been very healthy and robust, so much so that the army sent them to their vets and trainers. And then their reports had started coming in, and sealed her fate.

The pups seemed feral, and had favored their sire to the point that they looked just like pure-breeds. More to the point, it had taken them weeks to learn things most dogs managed after months of intensive training. That had made them wonder just how well they could be trained, and how much of an asset they could be. Certainly a bigger one than one soiled Lieutenant.

She wasn't sure what the army had done, but one day the behavior of the personnel stationed at the cottage with her changed. And a few days later, so had the personnel. She wasn't sure if the new people were really army. There was nothing on their uniforms – no rank, no insignia of any kind. But as far as they were concerned, they outranked her. A perimeter had been set up around the cabin and she'd been told that she was to stay within fifty feet of it and do what she was told.

When her next heat came she'd been restrained and bred by force – another Belgian Malinois. And once they were sure it had taken, the little night-time visits began. It would be one of her guards, climbing on top of her and holding her down as he quickly used her and left her to go back to sleep. Then after a while they decided not to bother with the secrecy, and just took her whenever they felt like it.

“C'mon girl, time to take your temperature…" said a Labrador in a white coat, her physician and occasional rapist.

She knew better than to resist at this point. There was nothing she could do. The cabin was in the middle of nowhere, and even if she did manage to get away she wouldn't get far. There were dogs here that knew her scent all too well, and would have little trouble tracking her down. Besides, her guess was that the army had faked her death, so nobody would wonder where she went. And if they did, then they'd rather see her actually die then live to tell the world about what happened. After a few seconds the thermometer beeped and the slim probe was withdrawn from between her lips.

“She in heat?" asked a Doberman, one the others seemed to defer to.

“Just startin'. That means her cunt's off limits until the latest pregnancy test comes back positive."

“God-damn! I thought it was still too early…"

“It's not uncommon. She's in her prime and a bitch can go into heat while she's still nursing a litter. I'll let them know and we should get the latest stud here sometime tomorrow." The doctor (or quite possibly a vet) said, completely ignoring his patient.

“Another Belgian?"

“I think they're going for an Alsatian this time."

“Then after she's done feeding her pups I'll get the rest of the guys in here. Let her do some suckling and call it a night. After all, our girl's got a big day tomorrow…"