Breeding Gangbang

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Rutting a Vixen with Pups

The vixen squirmed, tied to the breeding bench with her heart racing. On her back, she licked her lips, the spotlight encasing her, caressing her fur with a red glow that was deeper and more sensual than even her russet hues. The tip of her tail had been dipped, figuratively, in white paint and the white-cream of her belly stretched all the way up to the underside of her narrow, elegant jaw.

Of course, there was little elegant about her as she panted there, the dark room around the spotlight not allowing her to see further, blinded by the lust of her position. She whimpered and squirmed, twisting first one way and then the other, but there was no escape to be hand, not when the latex cuffs were tight and even locked into place along her wrists and ankles, even her thighs too to make quite sure that there was no way for her to twist out of position.

Her name? Her head swam, drifting, fading. No... Not then. Not ever. In the breeding closet...she had no name. She didn't need a name, not when she was "the breeder", the randy slut who was only there to get her pussy ploughed full of cock again and again.

She shivered. What more could a vixen hope for? Her legs were spread, lashed down tightly, the bench set with the bottom parted in a downward-pointing "V", the midsection straight under her back and the top allowing her hand to easily be bound over her head. Her breasts rose heavy and full, tugged apart by gravity so that she had no cleavage but the size of them was drawn attention to, nipples perking to pink points through the divinely pure white fur of her chest. As she took in breath after breath, shuddering in place, the only other sound to cut through the chamber was the creak of the door opening.

Stiffening, she listened intently. Paw-steps. Closer...and closer.

"Evening, my red-haired beauty."

She whimpered. The dog had come prepared, clad only in a leather harness that went down his torso and looped around his hips, the points of the leather crossing marked by high-quality O-rings, the placing of each and every one skilfully deliberate. His lower half was completely bare, his hard cock out and ready. He seemed to be a bloodhound of some kind with long, flat ears dropping on either side of his head, but his expression was youthful, eyes gleaming with a kind of feral glee that tried to set her hackles up.

Alas, she knew what she was there for, the hound pushing a finger into her cunt, only bringing it to his lips after collecting a more than adequate sample of her deliciousness, suckling it clean.

"Mmm... It's been a while since I had a fresh bitch to breed."

He grinned as he moved between her legs, briefly adjusting the height of the bench to put her cunt on a better level for him, but the dog did not even pause to introduce himself, not properly, before spearing into her. The vixen cried out, hips trying to rise, but she was too firmly lashed down, those that had led her there, helped her up onto the bondage bench, having done far too good a job to let her be released that easily. No, her sodden pussy was to be bred and bred again, the dog howling with his head thrown back as he slammed into her, the slurp of her cunt tugging and pulling at his cock filling the room.

"Yes, oh, yes..."

Her head rolled, twisting, trying to contain the pleasure. There was nothing like being fucked when she was in heat and, already, she could feel it heightening, the prickle of urgent fire that felt quite as if she was being burned up from the inside out. It clawed at her like a feral creature straining for release and she gasped, throat contracting, struggling for breath that should have been hers to take under any circumstance at all. Yet she was there, lusting and moaning, taking all that she was given even then as if she had any choice in the matter anymore to say no.

Well, she'd had the choice earlier... But that very choice in her breeding had been one that the fox had wanted taken away from her. Thus, she'd been given exactly what she'd asked for.

"Mmm, is this the bitch?"

She jumped, not having heard the second dog enter, but she didn't get a chance to get a good look at him as her head was laid back all the way, the malamute (at least, she thought he was a malamute) thrusting into her maw. Sucking his dick upside-down, all the vulpine could do was groan around him, her tongue pressed over the top side of his cock, lapping and swirling, instinctively doing what was needed for her breeding lust.

"Unff... Good mouth on her."

"Good cunt too."

She shuddered. Could they talk to her like that? Oh, but why did it make her so hot, so wet? Her pussy drooled so thickly and over-productively that she could barely believe that all of it was hers, his cock pounding her viciously. Something thick bumped into her pussy-lips and the hound grunted heavily, a paw closing around his growing not so as not to sink it inside her, tying them together, just yet. There were more, after all, that would want to savour her body and partake in all of the pleasure that that part of her could bring forth.

He didn't tell her that he was about to cum, heralding that only with a grunt and the deeper spearing of his cock into her wanton, soaked folds. Ropes of cum flowed forth, spurt after spurt filling her, his cream drooling out along the length of his cock as her pussy clamped down on him. Her head spun, caught up in an orgasm of her own, yet she could not drag her focus from the cock in her mouth, sucking and lapping, grunting softly with her hanging tail wagging and wagging.

"Huh, such a bitch in heat, hm?"

Yes, yes, she was... Her vision hazed over even when she did open her eyes all the way, that cock sliding from her cunt. Yet she needed it, oh: she needed it so badly! How could she possibly want a cock that much? It made no sense, no sense at all, gasping and grunting, her chest heaving as the malamute filling her muzzle moved. The door opened, welcoming another dog in, but she knew nothing more than his smell and the feel of his dick as it ploughed straight into her mouth, warming up on her tongue, in her maw, while the malamute took her pussy.

"Mmmph, you were right, so fucking tight!"

He threw his head back in a howl, hot and ready, a thicker length than the first hound's slamming in over and over again. There was no need for any of them to be gentle with her, after all, not even as she hacked and gagged and gulped around that monstrously delicious length plundering her muzzle. As much as the vixen twisted her head back and forth, all it took as a bearing down of the other dog's hips to keep her there, her pussy wrapped around a cock so fat that it set her head spinning.

More, she had to have more, so much more! Breeding lust set her skin tingling with illicit heat and the reason for her bondage was pulled into the light as she yanked and wrenched at it, eyes trying to strain, as much as her position did not allow her to see much of what was happening to her. If she could have wrenched herself free, ripping to escape, she would only have attacked the dogs for their lustful breeding rods, wanting more, craving it all. Yet they were there to satisfy her, even if the breeding passion of a vulpine was so legendary that to restrain her was merely the sensible course of action at such a time.

"Unff... Can't...hold back..."

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