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Claire snarled as she kicked and swiped, using any opening she could take to land a hit on her captors. The doberwoman wasn't making it easy for the group of men as they forcefully dragged her down what she assumed to be a hallway. Even with the bag over her head she could feel her hits landing and took some satisfaction as she heard their pained snarls and yelps.

She'd been a scrappy pup long ago, and even at the age of thirty-seven she hadn't lost any of her fight or fierceness. If anything, she'd learned to become more aggressive when it became necessary, and being a cop sometimes meant that she had to get really fucking scrappy when her opponent was bigger than her.

But in this case, she was greatly outnumbered. All of them were bigger and stronger than her. Which meant that for every blow she inflicted on them, they could do just as much, or worse, back to her. Already they'd sucker punched her, knocking the wind out of her a few times. Some of them had clapped her across the back of her head hard enough to shake her brain and form sparks in her vision.

Despite the pain, those momentary lapses of awareness when they hit her just hard enough and the apparent hopelessness of her situation, she still refused to make this easy for any of them.

Suddenly the group stopped and she took the opportunity to try and break free from their grips. Despite the hood impairing her vision she could somewhat make out some shapes. She started punching and kicking again, felt it when she hit one of them square in the teeth and he was knocked back with a sharp grunt.

Even as she tried to escape she heard the sound of scrapping metal and something heavy being moved, was it a bunker door? Before she could think of anything else or try to figure out where she was, she felt a fist slam into the back of her head, knocking her forward and dazing her far worse than anything they'd done until now.

"Get her in! Now!" One of them snarled out, obviously trying to take advantage of the brief moment of opportunity they'd been presented with when her body went limp.

She was quickly dragged in, a bright light was directly in front of her that even she could see through the hood. Despite being completely dazed she realized they were dragging her over to the source of the light.

Suddenly she was tossed against something hard, smarting her back and stubby tail with the force of it. They kept a firm grip on her wrists and ankles, even as she recovered her wits enough to try breaking free again. She got one of her legs free and kicked one of her captors, possibly square in the nose. She felt four sets of paws on her kicking leg and then felt something soft and feathery, but still firm, wrapping around her ankle.

Shit, she was being tied down!

Even with this realization they quickly moved to her other leg. She tried kicking their paws away but with her left ankle bound they had one less limb to worry about, meaning more of them could focus on tying her down with ease.

She tried her hardest, even as her right leg was bound next, and up until both of her wrists were bound above her head she tried to free herself. She still screamed and snarled even while bound, thrashing wildly as she tried to break free of her bonds.

"God damn fucking bitch!" One of them spat out angrily. "Bitch nearly ripped my face off!"

"Jesus fuck, she's a feisty one! Still trying to break free and everything!" One of them said, clearly amused by Claire's efforts.

"Should we try and stop her? I mean, what if she does get free?" Another asked, clearly worried. No doubt he didn't want to have to go through the ordeal of pinning her down again.

"Whatever, that shit can hold a roided up tiger. Let the bitch tire herself out."

Claire snarled again and continued to thrash and twist her body around, trying to take any chance to break free. She tried for several long minutes but all it had accomplished was wearing herself out. She finally stopped before she completely exhausted herself. She was smart enough to know that she was only going to hurt herself at this point, her wrists and ankles already feeling raw from the effort.

She needed to conserve at least a little strength, in case she was freed and had another shot at any of these stupid fuckers.

Claire heard several sighs of relief from her captors as she finally calmed down, but no one said anything else beyond that. All she could hear was the sound of her own ragged panting and growling, as well as her captors. She definitely had not made this shit easy for any of them, and it showed with how quiet they were.

Now that she had forced herself to calm down she tried to analyze the situation. There were maybe seven or eight men here with her, maybe less. She could tell that much roughly by how many paws had grabbed her and the number of different inflections in their breathing.

Whatever she'd been bound to wasn't a table or chair, not exactly. It was a flat, hard surface, but it was almost vertical, she was leaning back into it at a slight angle, but it was still almost up right. Her wrists were bound together above her head, but not her ankles. They were spread apart, but only to about shoulder width.

It didn't tell her much, but it still gave her information about her situation. Information was good, you never knew what little details could turn out to be useful.

Trying to think about her situation made Claire think back to how all of this began. She'd been assigned to find out what the Deli' Coro crime family was up to. Word on the street was that they were manufacturing some kind of new drug, which was disturbing news by itself, the Deli's had never once dabbled in the drug trade in their entire fifty- seven year history.

It was enough for Chief Silvers, the new, idiotic Chief of police to launch a full-scale investigation... or, as full scale as any of their department's officers were willing to perform.

Any cop in this damn city, even the whole state, knew that you do not fuck with the Deli' Coro's.

But Silvers was new, recently transferred in from the other side of the country. He hadn't been here long enough to know anything, probably didn't even care about the potential danger an investigation would pose to his officers. All that fat fucking slob cared about was fame and recognition, and anything involving the Deli's was like a prime steak being dangled in front of the stupid mutt.

She didn't know if he was from legacy family, or if he held onto that pup like dream to "protect and serve" and "uphold justice" and all that stupid crap.

Claire's money was on him just being a fucking idiot.

Still, despite everyone's protesting, he started building a task force. Which had gone very fucking poorly at first. No one volunteered, nobody wanted to deal with whatever horrific bullshit it would entail by fucking with the crime family. The Deli' Coro's hadn't killed a cop, yet... but they'd found other ways to intimidate them.

Sending an officer a picture of his pups with their heads crossed out in red marker usually did the trick. Messing with their significant others or family members peace of mind also worked pretty well. If a cop still wasn't getting the hint, then they'd burn a freshly slaughtered pig wearing a cop uniform right on their front lawn for everyone to see.

It never usually went beyond that; everyone got the point pretty quickly by then.

Claire didn't have to be threatened when she joined the force, she was something of a... special case in regards to the Deli's.

But Silvers didn't care about the threats. He started assigning people by force when they weren't scrambling over themselves and volunteering to stroke his overly inflated ego over what only he saw as a fucking brilliant idea.

A few of the guys had transferred departments or just out right quit on the spot. Some didn't even bother with the courtesy when they stopped showing up to work, packing up and moving out of town when they'd been strong-armed into the task force.

Hell, one of them had shot himself in the fucking foot to get out of even being associated with the task force! Claire couldn't blame him, it wasn't the smartest idea by far, but it was certainly a lot less painful by comparison.

And yet that stupid fucking idiot still didn't take the fucking hint!

Eventually Silvers came up with the idea to form the unit out of anyone who didn't have any strong attachments. No family, no kids, no real friends, no lovers, essentially the officers who were married to their jobs. And guess which "lucky" bitch fell into that category?

Claire was about to do the same as the others and just quit. Fuck Silvers and his dog shit brained ideas! She had a very good reason as to why she didn't fuck with the Deli's, but it was completely different from the others.

But Decker, one of the veteran cops, stopped her, and the others, when he came up with a brilliant idea.

They were going to pretend to do an investigation, half-ass the whole thing from start to finish and just claim that the Deli's were "too damn good at covering their tracks." They'd bring in a "witness" here and there, do some stakeouts wherever the hell they felt like and just make it look like they were doing their jobs while not doing anything to piss off the Deli's.

She had to admit, it sounded like a decent enough plan at the time.

And that's exactly what they'd been doing for the past three months. They'd pick some random location in the city and stake it out. Usually bringing a pack of cards or a gaming system along to kill time. They wrote up some fake reports, hit the streets in casual clothes, treating it as some free time on the clock. Claire had even managed to catch up on some shopping she'd been meaning to do.

All in all, it had been pretty casual.

But even if it was a "fake" investigation, it was still technically an investigation... her guess was that the Deli's had caught wind of it somehow. They'd jumped her when she least expected it while she was doing a "stake out." She hadn't heard about anything bad happening to the other's so either they were all hit at once.

... or she was the first of them to be captured.

Shit.

She ground her teeth at either possibility, neither one was good. She wanted to start kicking and screaming again as anger bubbled up in her stomach, ohhhh if she made it out of this alive, she was going to rip Silvers a brand-new fucking-

The sound of the heavy metal door scraping perked her ears. Someone new was joining them. By the sounds of the others scrambling to their feet that meant it was someone important and deserving of high respect. Maybe one of the underbosses?

Double Shit.

Nothing was said but Claire did hear the sharp snap of fingers. Her captors were quickly running around now, frantic to follow those silent orders. She heard the scrapping of metal on concrete as something was placed directly in front of her.

Someone had grabbed her hood and was undoing the tie around her neck. As soon as it came loose the hood was pulled off. Claire winced as the bright light shone down on her, her eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the hood and she was temporarily blinded by the light. Still, she was able to make out the blurred figure of someone sitting down in front of her.

She heard the sharp, disappointed clicking of a tongue. "My dearest Claire... Just what... the fuck... do you think you're doing?"

Claire's blood froze and her heart sank as she immediately recognized the voice. She rapidly blinked to clear her vision, praying that it was just a trick of her mind. Hoping beyond all hope that her head had been knocked around a few too many times and it wasn't who she dreaded it to be.

But as her vision cleared and the sight of the grizzled old wolf filled in with perfect clarity, she realized that her situation had gone from bad to royally fucked. Sitting there, in his sharp black three-piece suit, cane planted in front of him as he gave her a firm glare. There sat Robert Adriano Deli' Coro. The boss of the Deli' Coro crime family.

...As well as Claire's long time friend and mentor.

"R-Rob." Claire tried to speak, trying to keep her voice from shaking. "I can expl-"

The older wolf held up a paw to silence her. One look or gesture and he could silence her in an instant. Just like he'd been able to do it since she was nine. Despite nearing sixty, the old wolf still held a remarkably fierce presence. He was bigger and stronger than anyone else in the room, and even with his bad right leg there was no doubt he could floor all of them with little effort.

She'd met Robert when he was still learning under his grand dad, when she'd run away after her foster father had knocked her around that night. She'd been hiding behind a restaurant the Deli's owned when Robert came out for a smoke, no doubt surprised to see a crying dober pup with a bloody nose and black eye.

When Rob asked her what was wrong Claire bit his paw in response, he still had the scar to prove it. Even still, the much older wolf had remained calm and continued to ask her what happened, trying to calm her down. She didn't tell him, not for some time. Regardless, he still invited her into the back of the restaurant and had the head chef cook her up some food.

After that, he made sure that she left with a full belly and a better mood every time since that first encounter.

It took a few months, but eventually she'd told him everything. About being an orphan, her shitty foster family and the fact that her abusive, piece of shit, foster father beat the hell out of her every chance he could.

And, just like magic, the very next day her foster father had been put in the hospital's ICU, broken beyond all recognition. Of course, she'd been sent back into the system, but Robert had kept track of her. She even suspected that he'd pulled some strings to make sure she got into a better home while still being close by.

After that she learned everything she possibly could from him. Rob taught her every dirty trick she knew. How to pick pockets and locks. How to put on your most charming smile and scam whatever poor sap you decided to target out of every dollar he had on him. How to hit a fucker where it really hurt and made sure the hurt stuck, physically or psychologically.

Rob had taught her everything.

Hell, he'd even gotten her a job as a prep cook at that same restaurant when she was in high school and offered to pay the entirety of her college tuition! Yet the old wolf had no intention of bringing her into the family, telling Claire that she deserved a far better life than that. She respected his choice, and oddly enough he still respected hers when she decided to become a cop.

They both knew that it wasn't some grand calling or some bullshit like that. It was a decent paying job with benefits, simple as that. Besides, they both knew it would benefit the both of them in the long run. She wasn't going to be a dirty cop for him and told Robert as such, he understood. But that didn't mean they wouldn't help each other on occasion.

She needed to find a suspect with an arrest warrant, Robert found their location within the hour. Robert needed to know the states of other crime families for some dirt, Claire could dig up info from ongoing investigations. They were able to help each other as need be without crossing any serious lines that could jeopardize them.

But it was still an uneasy truce, their past never changed the fact that Robert was a crime boss and Claire was a cop. They both had their jobs to do, roles to play, and above all, they had their respective duties to fulfill.

And right now, Robert was fulfilling his duty.

At the moment, Robert was simply sitting there as their time together flashed through Claire's mind. Perhaps he was thinking the same and remembering those good old days? Or maybe the grizzled wolf was contemplating on how this would all play out.

She took the chance to actually get a good look at her captors, and was surprised by what she saw. All of them were... young. Not exactly teenagers, while some of them had decent muscle and height for their ages the majority still had some of the lanky, awkwardness of youth, that... and Robert would have never allowed pups into any official business. Which meant that they were probably young enough to have been out of high school for a year or two. Just barely adults.

The new blood of the Deli' Coro family.

The biggest of them was a german shepard, he didn't have the hardened look of a criminal, yet. None of them actually did. But he was well on his way, especially with the barely contained rage in his eyes... or rather, eye, since his left eye was closed, completely swollen shut. No doubt from one of her earlier attempts at fucking them up.

The next she saw was a dark furred lab dog of some kind, from the remains of dried blood on the front of his muzzle it was a safe bet that he was the one who's teeth she'd knocked in.

Beside him was a coyote that didn't look too worse for wear, although there was a pained look on his muzzle. She'd probably cracked him in the ribs or crotch at one point.

There was another coyote beside him that looked... rather amused by the whole situation, but it was clear that he was trying to keep himself in check. He didn't look to be pained at all so either she'd missed or he'd been smart enough to keep out of reach.

The shortest of them was a fox with ruddy red fur and a lanky build, which wasn't unexpected. One of his eyes was also swollen but it was nowhere near as bad as the shepherd's and he could probably still see out of it just fine.

The last of the younger ones was a jackal, and while he didn't look pained or visibly injured, he definitely looked pissed off. He must have been the one she kicked right in the jewels earlier, or bashed his nose when they were trying to tie her down.

There was one more, older than the rest but this wasn't a surprise to Claire. It would have been stupid to let a bunch of inexperienced pups try to kidnap a cop for their first big assignment without a veteran properly guiding them.

But the veteran in question still made her heart clench. Gray was a wolf, just like Robert. For as long as Claire had known them, Gray had been Rob's right-hand man and shadow, even as far back as when she first met them. If Robert needed something done without fail, it was Gray who got it done.

She often joked that he was the "Pennyworth" to Robert's "Wayne."

No wonder they'd been so successful, even if Gray was leading a bunch of scraggly runts, he'd be able to properly direct them and make sure they grabbed her properly without much fuss. It also occurred to her that the reason she wasn't more roughed up than her current state was because Gray had probably made sure she arrived in one piece.

He was a completely stoic, neutral faced mother fucker, and sometimes he creeped her out with how silent he could be, but she suspected that he did care about her to some small degree.

That, or Robert had simply told him to make sure she wasn't fucked up when she arrived. That was likely too.

"So... why the fuck am I hearing that there's an investigation?" Robert finally asked, voice thick and tense with barely concealed anger.

Claire snapped her attention back to the wolf when he spoke. Swallowing hard. "It-it's a misunderstanding!"

"A misunderstanding?" Robert said as he leaned forward, glare still hardened. "A unit of five police officers... specifically gathered to investigate the Deli' Coro's... and it's a fucking misunderstanding?"

"It's a fake investigation!" Claire quickly added. "We're not actually investigating the family, we know the rules Rob, we don't fuck with the Deli's!"

"That's right." Robert said as he stood up and approached her, leaning in close, close enough that his breathing rustled the fur around her muzzle. "You don't fuck with my family." He snarled.

Claire tried to stay calm, trying to keep herself from trembling and shaking. She knew that Robert would do anything for the family. Not to mention from his position this looked like the ultimate betrayal of his trust. Shit, she had to explain this properly!

"It's Silvers!" She snapped, trying to keep herself composed and rapid firing to explain before she lost her chance. "He heard that you guys were developing a drug or something! The stupid fuck-"

"Back up, Silvers?" Robert questioned, obviously confused by the random name, and somewhat distracted from his anger.

Right, Silvers was new, the word probably hadn't spread to Robert yet, that or he wasn't concerned. The police had never been a big concern for him.

"New chief of police, just transferred in." Claire explained. "He's a glory seeking idiot."

Robert seemed to lose some of the anger in his eyes as he patiently listened. "And?"

"When he caught wind of you guys dabbling with a drug, he decided it would be the perfect chance to make a big name for himself. He decided to put together a task force to investigate the Deli's and see what you guys were up to."

Robert nodded, seeming to ponder this for a moment. "And... you willingly joined this task force?"

"Fuck no!" Claire snapped angrily, despite her current position she was still damn offended that Robert would even think she'd stab him in the back! "That jackass made me join! No one volunteered so he started forcing people into it. Everyone skipped town, or transferred, or did literally anything fucking possible to avoid joining his stupid circle jerking fuck unit!"

Robert raised a brow at her, seemingly questioning her explanation with his expression alone. "And you didn't follow suit... why?"

Claire huffed, yep, she knew he was going to bring that up. "I was going to... until one of us came up with the idea to just... pretend we were investigating. File some fake reports, stakeout random locations and get paid to fuck around for a few hours. It got Silver's off our asses, mostly, and we were hoping he'd wise up that it's fucking pointless."

Robert nodded his head as he listened, but his eyes remained focused on her. The old wolf always did that when he wanted a straight answer from her, he could always see right through her lies as if they were made out of paper-thin glass.

After a moment of deliberation Robert finally asked. "I can still trust you?"

Claire knew he'd ask that question, but it still hurt to hear it all the same. Robert was one of the closest people she could even call family, and he still questioned her loyalty? But she understood, her current predicament did not shine her in the greatest light. "Robert, there is nothing in this universe that anyone could offer me that would make me turn on you."

"Can I really believe that?"

Claire ground her teeth, she hated that he still questioned her and everything they'd been through over nearly three decades! "I'd shoot myself in the left tit before I'd ever fuck you over!"

This seemed to surprise the wolf, and he seemed to ponder it for a moment. "Alright."

Claire thought that meant this was the end of it, that is until Robert pulled a pistol out of his suit and aimed it towards the ceiling. Without any warning he let off a shot that rang through the concrete room, piercing her ears painfully, as well as the row of grunts behind him who were just as ill prepared for the surprise firing.

Gray was the only one unaffected, having plugged his ears with his fingers before Rob had fired off the gun, probably expecting it.

Robert unshackled her right wrist and then placed the gun in her paw. "Do it." He said.

Claire stared at the gun then back to Robert, no doubt giving him a disbelieving look. Was he seriously asking her to...

But the answer was obvious from his expectant stare. Robert was actually making her shoot herself, right here, right now, to prove her loyalty to him.

­She wanted to argue with him, wanted to beg him to reconsider... But she knew that those weren't her options. Robert had made it very clear what she needed to do and if she didn't then he'd consider her a traitor.

And that would be far more painful in the long run, for too many reasons...

Claire grit her teeth and took in a deep, calming breath before pressing the gun against the side of her left breast. She didn't have pornstar tits like the older wolf's many previous dates... she wasn't poorly endowed by any means, but they weren't exactly bigger than her head either.

Doing this would mean she'd probably lose a chunk of her tit...but that was nothing compared to losing Robert's trust in her. She kept her paw as steady as she could despite her shaking, kept the barrel firmly pressed against her chest. With this angle the shot wouldn't do any serious damage to her, it would hurt like a bitch and probably bleed a shit ton, but it wouldn't kill her.

She took one more breath to keep herself calm, just like Rob had taught her. Deep breath in... hold it... and let it out slowly. With that completed she shut her eyes tight and quickly pulled the trigger.

Click!

... What?

Claire opened her eyes and looked down at her chest. Her tit was still intact- but- wait a second, did that mean...

She caught a snicker from the wolf, looking up at him as his muzzle threatened to curl into a grin. She quickly realized what that meant and she felt a sharp spike of anger. This son of a-

"You fucking asshole!" Claire snarled as she angrily tossed the gun at his chest, bouncing off of the wolf harmlessly as he started laughing. The gun was empty!

"Apologies." Robert chuckled, tapering off the last of his little laughing fit and calming down. "I simply had to be sure."

Claire huffed as she glared at him. It was a test, a fucked-up test to make sure she wasn't going to fuck him over. Probably loaded it with a single shot or a blank to make her think it was fully loaded. She was pissed off that she had to go through all of this to prove that she was still on his side, but as much as she hated to admit it, she understood why he had to go to these lengths.

Words were cheap, but actions spoke volumes.

"Great, thanks for scaring me half to death, Rob. Want to untie me now?"

Robert smiled at her as he stepped forward. Taking her paw in his... before he pushed it back up and quickly strapped it back in before she could even process what he'd done. "Sorry... not just yet, I'm afraid."

Wait... what!? She looked between her re-shackled wrist and to Robert for a damn good explanation, but the wolf simply shook his head. "I'm sorry, sweet heart. But as it stands you did cross the line. You could have skipped town, transferred to another department... hell, you could have told me from the start that it was fake! We could have avoided this entire mess that way." Robert explained

She stared at him with her mouth agape, what the fuck!? If it was that easy she would have done any of that from the start! The reason she hadn't told him was because she wanted to avoid a fucked-up situation exactly like this!

"There's also the matter of my men here." Robert said as he swept his arm, gesturing to the row of her captors behind him. "You were quite rough with them, and I don't appreciate my new bloods having to deal with such behavior from a close associate of mine, especially one who knows better.

He paused to give her a meaningful look. "You of all people should know that you wouldn't have spoken with anyone else but me. You could have come quietly, simply sat down and expected a talk with me... Instead, you cracked some ribs, broke a few noses and I'm pretty sure a few of them now have shattered decorations where their balls should be... Which has now led us to our current situation."

Claire stared at him in disbelief, come quietly? She'd been ambushed and kidnapped! Who the fuck would stay calm in that situation!? Hell, it might not have been him coming after her! "B-but- You can't expect me to believe that-"

Before she could finish speaking something was roughly shoved into her open muzzle. With expert paws Robert wrapped something around her head before she could pull away, the gag secured. She tried biting down on it, trying to get an idea if she could break it. It was somewhat soft but held firm and there were... holes?

He'd muzzled her with a fucking kinky gag ball!? "The fuck Robert!?"

"Claire." Robert said warningly, snapping her back into the moment and forgetting her anger over the toy in her mouth. "...Every crime lord and their mothers in this city knows that you are off limits. Every family, and even my own, knows that I would decorate their front lawns with the heads of their closest friends and associates on pikes if even a single strand of your fur was plucked without your consent. There is no reason to believe that anyone else would have targeted you but me."

She wanted to argue, to protest, to say... anything! But the simple fact of the matter was that Robert was right. She knew that she'd been under his protection the whole time, but it simply wasn't in her nature to simply lie back and do nothing. She was scrappy, through and through, but this time it had come back to bite her in the ass.

Fuck...

But that left a dangerous question hanging in the air... what was Robert planning on doing with her?

Robert gave her a comforting look, as if reading her mind and the worry that plagued it. "Relax, we won't kill you. We aren't going to hurt you, the opposite, actually, and you'll be free to leave... eventually."

Eventually? And they were... going to do the opposite of hurting her? The fuck did any of that mean?

Robert gestured with his head towards her and Gray stepped forward. Rather than approaching her the other wolf went around her. Not very far though, he was simply standing right beside her and- A surprised jolt ran through Claire's body as she was suddenly lurched back a few inches.

She looked again and saw that Gray was turning a crank, which was lowering her down further and further until she was completely vertical. She had to squint her eyes as the bright light above was now shining directly down on her. The position also made it difficult to do much but turn her head left or right, she could barely lift it enough to give Robert a puzzled look.

Seriously, what the fuck was even happening right now?

Robert approached her again, standing to her left so he could look down at her. He pulled something out of his front pocket and held it up for her to see. It was a little plastic bag, filled with a fine pink powder. Her heart stopped, holy shit, was he actually in the drug business now? That wasn't just some bullshit?

Before she could even begin to express her disgust and disappointment, Robert cut her off. "Well, you were sort of right, about us. We have been manufacturing a drug but... not what you'd usually expect. You already know the story about my grandfather, when he broke away from his own family when he saw the horrific damage that the drug trade caused. How he swore his children and their children's children would never get involved in this shit."

Of course she remembered, she'd asked about it when she was twelve and he told her the story of how Aldin Deli' Coro broke away from the last remnants of the old and broken Deli's, rebuilding them into the force they were today. How they had special members in place, shadows who would see to it that a head of the Deli crime family never got involved in the drug trade, unless he wanted to be murdered by his closest friend.

But if that was the case, then why wasn't Robert dead? Gray should have shot him the moment the old wolf even began entertaining the idea!

She gave Robert a curious look as he inspected the little baggie, as if pondering how to explain its contents. "But you see... this is a very special case. It's not smack, or dope, or cocaine, clearly. Actually, it's not even an illegal substance at all."

It isn't illegal? Then why would- "The funny thing is we've been doing this one by the books. Proper labs and pharmaceutical companies and shit, even getting the proper FDA approval, we're almost ready to put it on the market. Not in back alleyways or street corners, but in actual shops all over the world."

Claire's eyes widened at the shocking revelation, this shit was going worldwide!?

"I'll keep it simple. This shit is pretty potent, very powerful stuff. However, all the ingredients are organic, so no messy chemicals fucking with your body, you can't even overdose either. But the real kicker here... it's one hundred percent non addictive."

By Claire's no doubt shocked expression it was clear to the wolf that she didn't believe him, so he continued. "We've been doing trial runs for seven months now. We've been paying people to take it casually or regularly. Between someone who uses it once a month and someone who uses it daily, there is absolutely no difference whatsoever. No serious changes to their health, or negative side effects. And even the ones who use it regularly don't develop any sort of dependency on it. They can stop at any time. No withdrawal, nothing."

No addiction or negative side effects? At all? It was simply impossible to believe. What could possibly be so potentially non lethal but potent that it could actually get through FDA approval?

Robert opened the plastic baggie and dipped his fingers in, taking out a small pinch of the finely powdered drug. "I could just tell you what it is..." He paused for a moment, before giving her an almost cruel grin. "But where's the fun in that? I think a presentation is much more appealing."

Claire quickly realized what he meant, but before she could even turn her head away Gray had wrapped his paw around her muzzle, keeping it in a painfully fierce grip as her muzzle was pointed straight up. She was helpless to do anything as Robert started sprinkling the stuff from above.

It tickled her nose and she tried to keep from breathing the stuff in, but it was no use. Even as she snorted and tried to expel it, something sweet was invading her sense of smell. As soon as that was done Robert brought a smaller pinch of the powder to his own nose and inhaled deeply.

"Doesn't give you a kick right off the bat, takes a minute to work. But when it does..." He simply smiled down at her again, that discomforting, almost cruel smile that he'd never shown her before.

Gray released his hold on her muzzle, and they simply stood there, waiting.

Claire's heart was pounding, whether from the drug or the fear of what it would potentially do to her, she wasn't sure. Either way she was fucking terrified. Robert had actually fucking drugged her with... something!

She tried to calm down, tried to keep her breathing steady. But as time passed the effects of the drug became apparent. It started off small, she felt a little flushed beneath her fur, felt a little antsy and restless, but soon enough she felt hot enough that her clothes felt uncomfortable, like she was wearing too many layers.

But that wasn't the only effect, her clothes felt too snug, too tight on her. Every breath she took she could feel the shifting of her shirt against her fur. Her jeans actually were tight and their presence was almost un-fucking-bearable now!

Maybe the worst part was the feeling in the pit of her stomach, a strange warm and fuzzy sensation that radiated out, but not towards the rest of her body, its sole focus appeared to be right between her legs. Every movement, every little bit of friction was setting her off until she was groaning and writhing on the table, trying in vain to pull at her restraints once again.

"Figured it out yet?" Robert asked, clearly amused by the effect his drug was having on her. "I told you, it's very potent... One hell of an aphrodisiac, ain't it?"

Claire's eyes widened at the revelation. Robert... had drugged her with an aphrodisiac!? But then- that meant-

It clicked into place, what his punishment towards her would be.

The doberwoman started snarling through her gag and trying to break free once again with renewed energy. The effects of the drug were strong, and the constant movement caused her shifting clothes to snag and tug in the worst possible places at the moment, sending unwanted pleasurable ripples through her body, but she didn't care.

She needed to break free!

She was briefly distracted as she felt her knees bending upward. She thought she'd been tied down to a solid square plank but was proven wrong as she looked down, her ankles had been fastened to separate, smaller planks, and the part that she was laying on only went to about the edge of her rear.

Her legs were being pushed forward by Robert before he started spreading them, showing that the planks were very maneuverable. She saw him moving to adjust something below the board out of her sight and heard a metallic "click." She tried to kick her legs but found that the planks were locked into place.

She tried to struggle once again as Gray came around, standing between her legs but froze as he flicked out his curved knife. She'd never actually seen him use his knife before, but he'd explained it to her and even found out for herself how sharp it was when she'd mishandled it once. She knew what it was capable of.

Fur, flesh, and sometimes even bones, all were warm butter to that curved steel.

Which was why she froze, she didn't move or even so much as twitch as he started slicing away at her jeans. He started just below the belt line, moving down her thighs. He paused as he circled back, one paw lifting her hips up so he could continue cutting around her rear. He didn't stop until there was a sizable hole in the crotch of her jeans.

Gray's knife rested on her now soaked black panties, deliberating for a second what he was going to do. Rather than cut them off he left them be and instead started working on her shirt. It was easy to slice them open from hem to collar, revealing the doberwoman's matching black bra. Which the wolf did cut open with a quick flick of his wrist, revealing her breasts.

The group of new bloods behind the wolf snickered and let out appreciative growls as they saw her body being bared to them. Watching as her pride and dignity were stripped away as easily as her clothes had been.

Claire was trembling with fear and anger as Gray stepped away and Robert took his place. The wolf shrugged off his coat and handed it off to Gray, as well as his vest. Next, he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt but didn't bother taking either off.

Despite the unwanted pleasant effects of the drug Claire still managed to feel physically ill as the older wolf stripped in front of her. She still couldn't believe it, that one of her closest friends, her confidant and mentor was actually going to do something like this to her!

Claire hoped and prayed that this was a prank, just some way to scare her off from doing something like this again. Over the twenty odd years they'd known each other there had never once been the possibility in her mind that Robert would ever attempt to rape her! But that dim, glimmer of hope was quickly snuffed out, and that possibility became more firmly cemented when the wolf undid his belt and casually dropped both his underwear and pants.

The sight of the wolf's massive erection and half formed knot put some struggle into her. She tugged on the shackles and tried to scream but the effect was muted due to the gag. There was no way that would fit inside of her, it would break her in two!

The doberwoman flinched and writhed as Robert pressed his thumb against her covered clit, slowly circling the digit against the sensitive nub There was no way for Claire to resist, she couldn't even close her legs to thwart any of the wolf's attentions.

That meant there was no stopping him when he pulled her panties aside, slipping in a pair of fingers that made Claire sob from the unwanted pleasure. She was heaving in lungful's of air as Robert slowly pumped those thick fingers of his inside of her clenching pussy. She stared in horror as the wolf's muzzle curled into a pleased grin.

"Look at that. All nice and slick for me, bet I could slip right in." The wolf growled before removing his soaked fingers, using the same paw to rub and coat his cock in her juices before he was tapping it against her pussy, rubbing the tip through her lips in preparation.

Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh shit, oh fuck!

The horror rose in Claire's chest, half thoughts formed and died as she tried to remain calm. But there was no possible way for her to stop herself from trembling as the wolf pressed his cock forward and buried the first few inches inside of her without warning.

Claire threw her head back and screamed around the gag in dismay. She thrashed around and tried to throw the wolf off as horror and pleasure rippled through her body. But it was impossible. Robert simply gripped her waist and started pumping into her with disappointing ease. The drug not only left her soaking wet, but it also made her pliable enough for someone of even Robert's size to slide in with almost no resistance.

"Fuuuck." The wolf breathed out as he gripped her tighter, pumping into her at a steady pace. "Tight, soaked little pussy you have."

Her pointed ears pinned to her skull and all she could do was let out a whimper. This wasn't the man that had taught her, this wasn't the man who had cared for her and looked after her for almost thirty years. This was a dirty old fucking wolf who'd drugged her, bent her body to his will and was using her like some kind of fuck toy.

Claire squeezed her eyes shut, unable to look at the pleasured face of the wolf as he panted above her. The humiliation and disgust was too much for her to bear. But it did nothing to eliminate the feeling of his cock as he rutted into her, stretching her out with his tapered length with every thrust.

Maybe even worse, beyond the shattered remains of her dignity still being smashed, beyond the horrific humiliation and betrayal by Robert, there was the twinge of something else. She wanted to deny it, refused to believe that it was actually happening. But it was impossible to ignore the pressure that was building up deep in her belly, growing with every ripple of unwanted pleasure.

She knew what it was, knew what was about to happen. She desperately hoped that she could hold it off, that she could simply will the building pressure to vanish, because it would be the worst possibility that could happen in this moment, as far as she was concerned.

Forget getting jumped and ambushed, forget getting bound to this stupid fucking plank table, forget being drugged and raped by her closest friend and mentor! The humiliation and betrayal she'd suffer at the hands of her own body would no doubt haunt her for years to come if it happened.

Maybe I can hold out. He's old, he probably can't keep this up for long. If I just think of something else in the meantime I can- Her thoughts shattered into a millions pieces as she felt the first slap of Robert's massive knot against her lips and clit.

It hit her so suddenly that Claire couldn't even hold back the howling scream that was torn out of her around the gag. She couldn't stop her body from convulsing and thrashing wildly even if she could try, her legs were trying to kick out without realizing that they were still bound.

Her mind was a white-hot explosion of pleasure and sensation that flooded her very being. She felt every ridge and curve and vein of Roberts terrifyingly impressive cock as her cunt clenched and spasmed around him. She could feel the wolf's paws trying to pin her down, trying to keep her properly in place.

It took her some time before she was able to settle down again, her body twitching erratically in the after shock of such an intense orgasm. The space between her legs felt much slicker and undeniably soaking wet, she didn't even need to look down to know the fur between her thighs was drenched.

But whether out of sick curiosity or the need for confirmation, Claire still lifted her head and looked at the damage. Her ears pinned and it took everything she had to hold back the ragged sob building in her chest as she saw what she'd done.

Not only was the dark fur of her thighs absolutely soaked but so was the crotch of the wolf still hilted in her. The fur of his stomach was glistening and dripping droplets of her arousal from her forced orgasm. Rob's stomach fur clearly shining from the bright light above.

Claire laid her head back down and couldn't stop the quiet sob that escaped her or the tears flowing out of the corners of her eyes. She came. Not only that, she came all over the wolf's cock and absolutely drenched him, something she'd never done before!

It was too much, this was the worst humiliation she could possibly endure. But from the wolf's dark chuckling and the way he patted her thighs before he started to slowly pump into her again, she knew that it was far from over.

"Told ya, potent stuff." He laughed, joined by the group of younger canids behind him.

Her pointed ears folded down and she whimpered as she was forced to endure their joint amused laughter over her body's horrific betrayal and defilement.

The wolf didn't give her long to recover or to prepare herself as he started pounding into her again. Grunting over her as he filled her with inch after inch of wolf cock. Jolts rippled through her and she let out a terrified gasp every time he hilted himself, afraid that the next slap of his knot would set her off again.

The wolf didn't care, he didn't care that he'd just destroyed what little dignity she had left, or that he'd forced the most intense and unwanted orgasm of her life out of her. All he cared about was burying himself deeper into her body over and over and over again.

Horror filled her, radiating through her chest as she felt that familiar build up again- wait, no, no, no, no! It was too soon! She'd just came! She couldn't endure another one, not right now, not this quickly after the first!

Robert seemed to notice her despair, realized that she was hyperventilating and it probably clued him in. Rather than slow down or ease her back into managable pace he simply smiled down at her, slowly pulled out of clenching cunt until just the tip was inside of her before he slammed himself in as deep as he possibly could.

Claire arched her back and sobbed through the gag as she felt the wolf's cock prodding at the entrance of her womb, his knot pressing insistently against her lips. Then he pulled back and slammed into her again, keeping up a fierce tempo as he rutted into her with purposefully hard thrusts.

She gasped and choked and cried out with every hard clap of his hips. Shit, shit! the wolf was going to make her cum again! Please, please, please! Not again! Please! Robert, don't!- Her silent pleading was cut short as her mind once again went white as another orgasm tore through her.

Her body's reaction was no less violent than before but Robert found that he could keep her properly pinned just by leaning over her and laying his body over top of hers. This time he didn't stop, he fucked her through her peak, clutching her possessively as the lewd slap of wet hips meeting and juices dripping to the floor echoed throughout the room.

Before she'd even come down from the second one she was forced to orgasm again. Her mind raced in the constant maelstrom of pleasure, horror, humiliation and terror. Fuck, he wasn't going to stop, he was going to fuck her from one orgasm to the next without giving her the chance to recover!

This continued for- Claire didn't even know how long, she'd long since lost track of time, lost track of her thoughts and the number of orgasms she'd been forced to endure. She was barely aware of anything else at this point, just the constant sounds of lewd, squelching noises from her soaked crotch as the wolf pumped into her and the ripples that left her body weak and limp underneath the him.

After what seemed like an eternity the wolf finally slowed his pace down. Either to allow her time to recover or because he was getting tired, she didn't know.

Claire's mind was slowly coming back to her, more than just the feeling of the wolf pinning her down and filling her became evident. Her muzzle and face were completely soaked in her own fluids, drool spilled liberally from the gag ball and tears streaked down the sides of her face.

The right side of her face and neck felt particularly wet, even a little slimy. Through tear blurred eyes she could see the wolf panting above her, drool streaming down from his open muzzle and coating her fur with the stuff.

She closed her eyes and tried to look away, but the wolf grabbed her by the scruff and turned her head forward.

"Claire. Look at me." She stubbornly kept her eyes shut, shaking her head as she refused. "Look at me!" He snarled to her.

She flinched and reluctantly opened her eyes to look at Robert. His head was pressed against hers, they were nose to nose, all she could see were the yellow's of his eyes, filled with sick delight over his conquest.

He was smiling, she could tell that much from his eyes. He gave her a hard thrust that forced an ugly grunt from her and made her eyes go unfocused. He wasn't pulling back, instead he was grinding his hips determinedly against hers. Like he was trying to bury himself deep, like he was trying to force even more of himself in her, like he was-

Claire's eyes widened as panicked screams escaped her, she struggled and violently shook her head despite his grip on her as she realized what the wolf was trying to do.

The wolf chuckled down at her. "What's wrong hun? What? You not on the pill or something?"

No! She wasn't! She hadn't needed it, she'd been single for the last five fucking years!

She nodded her head desperately to confirm, praying that Robert would reconsider, he had to! He couldn't- he wouldn't do that to her!

...Would he?

The momentary shock on the wolf's face at her admittance quickly dissolved as a deep rumble escaped through gritted teeth. "Well then..." He hilted himself as deep as possible, grinding his knot right against her abused pussy and swollen clit. "Let's get you a one-way ticket outta that investigation team... maternity leave should do the trick."

Claire's eyes bulged and she tried to shake herself free with everything she had. She couldn't just lie there and take it, she had to stop him, no matter what!

The wolf didn't appreciate her struggling as he roughly shoved her back down, hard. Hard enough that the shock to her head and spine dazed Claire for a moment. But it was all the wolf needed as pinned her down with his larger, heavier body once again.

The wolf was determined now, he was pumping into her with all the strength his legs could muster. He was gripping at her body so tightly that there wasn't a chance that she could possibly squirm away. She whimpered and arched her back as she felt his teeth latching around her neck in a firm, painful mating bite.

Shit, holy shit! Robert was actually going to do it, he was going to tie her!

As if to make the situation worse, the wolfs determined, rough fucking and firm bite around her neck set Claire off once again, the already excessive and added lubricant was more than enough for the wolf as he easily slipped the full girth of that massive knot into her cunt.

Claire was screaming, she had to be screaming right now, right? Her throat was completely raw from the strain, she could feel muscles and vocal cords flexing against the wolf's teeth. When she was able to focus her eyes again she saw the wolf's ears had pinned to his skull. But it was all muted, a total white noise all around her. Her body was experiencing shock from the sudden, massive tie.

It didn't last for long though, soon she was forced back into reality as the wolf, released his harsh bite around her neck and pushed himself off of her, confident that she wasn't going to squirm away now that they were tied. Pumping into her with rough, short, hard thrusts. Coaxing his knot to grow even thicker inside of her.

Claire had stopped screaming and was hyperventilating again, heaving in massive breaths at the barrage of overstimulation to her poor, abused folds that coursed through her weakened body. The wolf's cock was stretching her out completely, his tip was battering against her womb like he was trying to make sure that the first ropes would flood her, and that knot was sawing so roughly through her lips that she was shocked that it simply hadn't popped out of her despite its size.

It was enough to set her off again, and unfortunately it worked to set the wolf off as well. The convulsing of Claire's spasming folds milking his cock simply had to be too much. The wolf hilted himself as deep as he possibly could, held himself in place as he let out a fierce ragged snarl above her.

Claire felt it, the first throb of the wolf cock inside of her. It broke through her orgasmic daze enough for her to lift her head up and see it. There was a bulge around her pussy, the wolf's knot, she realized. She watched, almost transfixed as she saw her own petite body forced to flex from the wolf's throbbing cock.

Then she felt it, the shocking, sudden rush of searing heat that pelted at her insides. Then another intense throb, another rope of thick, virile seed pelting her insides and filling her womb. And then another, and another, and another.

She gasped and shrieked in time with the load being pumped into fertile and unprotected body, her mind suddenly overwhelmed and unable to process the sudden sensation she was experiencing as the wolf continued to fill her with his essence, flooding her womb and soaking her folds in his seed.

Claire wasn't sure if she was cumming anymore, if she'd even stopped. All she could even focus on was watching her body flexing in time with Robert's knot as it continued throbbing and the continuous growing heat that was starting to spread deep within her belly.

The wolf's cock eventually settled, trickles of cum were still being added to the mess he'd made inside of her, but no longer a torrent of wolf cum. But Claire was still heaving in shaky breaths. The horrific reality was slowly settling into her mind as that heat, burning with dreadful potential, settled in her belly.

Robert had tied her... and then he'd forcefully bred her.

Her closest friend, her mentor, the one person in this world that she trusted more than anyone else... And he'd filled her with his fucking pups like she was just some cheap whore.

She was shaking, trembling. The distant rippling of pleasure was still there, he was still tied with her, his cock was stretching her poor folds to their limits, what should have been painful was made to be pleasant due to the drug coursing through her veins.

The gravity of the situation hit her all at once and made her go limp. She was exhausted, too tired to be hurt, or humiliated, or even horrified. But not enough to keep the anger from swelling in her chest. She didn't care if this was Robert's duty, or if he had to punish her for whatever wrong she'd committed.

This was too far.

She lifted her head and tried to snarl at the wolf but the only thing she could muster was a groan as he pulled his cock free from her freshly bred pussy. He'd... he'd deflated already? She almost thought her cunt had been loosened but catching sight of Robert's shaft clearly showed that his knot had gone down.

That left her with a horrible realization, she'd lost all track of time. How long had they been down here? How long had he fucked her? How long had he even been tied to her? Time had shifted around all night, some moments felt like small eternities, while several minutes passed by within seconds.

She was broken from her jumbled thoughts as Robert let out a satisfied huff, he was putting on the last of his clothes before looking down at Claire. Despite everything she found it in herself to glare at him.

He gave her something close to an apologetic, maybe even remorseful smile. "Sorry, kid. This is just how it goes. No hard feelings."

She wanted to snarl at him but she was stopped as she made another horrifying discovery. All of the new bloods that had been watching her defilement had stripped. There wasn't a single strip of clothing on them.

And all of them were stroking their own massive, rigid cocks.

She turned to Robert for an explanation but was shocked to see that Gray was stripping down beside him.

"Remember, no matter what, she doesn't walk away with any long-lasting injuries. She's still my girl, alright? Robert said as he wrapped an arm around the other wolf, who simply nodded his head. Satisfied, Robert clapped him across the shoulder. "Good! I'll be back to pick her up later. You've got her till tomorrow night... And make sure they put those cameras on the table to good use."

Tomorrow night! _?_ She was going to be stuck here for a full twenty-four hours!?

Wait... what did he say about cameras?

She looked around desperately until her eyes finally locked into place. On a wooden table off in the corner was a row of digital video cameras, neatly spread out. Eight of them in total. There was also a few duffle baga, sticking out of one of the partially opened zippers seemed to be...costumes? And... sexy toys? wait- were those anal beads?

She snapped her head in Robert's direction and found a burst of energy as she growled and screamed through the now slimy gag. He walked over to her and leaned down. "I'm sorry sweetie. I told you, you can't be fucking up my new bloods like this. They need their... pound of flesh, so to speak. And Gray here has to babysit them, so it's only fair that he gets a bite too!"

Despite everything that had happened Claire was still shocked. Robert wasn't serious, he couldn't be, there was no fucking way he was leaving her to these... thugs!

Robert leaned down, almost nuzzling his muzzle into her ear. "Sorry, sweet heart...But lessons need to be learned about crossing the line and breaking my trust." With that he pulled back, gently kissed the side of her head and walked away.

"Remember boys! Not a fucking scratch on her or it's your balls on a shishkebob!" Robert called out before he opened the metal door and walked away.

Claire's heart was pounding in her chest as the energy in the room had drastically changed to a borderline frenzy. With Robert gone they were free to do whatever they wanted now. She saw one of them, the fox, hastily grabbing the cameras, passing them around with unrestrained delight.

Numerous digital pings rang throughout the room as the cameras were turned on and the new bloods started to approach her, the malicious energy radiating off them and in their cruel smiles was almost physical enough for her to feel it crawling across the skin beneath her pelt.

Gray had slipped out of the last of his clothes. She saw him with a little packet of the drug. He did what Robert had done, wetting a finger before dipping it in, pulling it out and inhaling a small dose of powder. Not that he really needed it, he was already rock hard and dripping copious amounts pre.

Claire couldn't find the energy to struggle, to fight or do... anything as Gray lined his tip up with her freshly bred slit and was pushing in with a satisfied growl, hilting his cock instantly. "Wanted to knock this little bitch up for years." He snarled.

Well, at least she knew what he really thought about her now.

She simply closed her eyes and clenched her fists as she was jolted in place from the other wolf's brutal thrusts, trying to ignore the unwanted pleasure that was being forced on her yet again that further dazed and weakened her limp body. She was desperately trying to hold onto the fragmented pieces of her mind as her heart threatened to burst from her chest.

She couldn't even find the energy to move, could barely flinch as the new bloods surrounded her and started groping every inch of her body. Feeling their paws on her chest, her rear, her stomach, her neck. What could she even do at this point?

They were laughing at her, mocking her, telling her about all the sick and devious things they were going to do to her and what they would make her do. Reminding her that they had plenty of time to break her.

This was going to be a long, long night...