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Kitsune Captured

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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It was no wonder that Kuruko was captured, considering her beauty. She had grown up amongst other kitsune, minding their lighter ways of life in the rural areas, far from the biggest of towns and cities. There, they could study and practice the ways of their kind, though Kuruko had always drawn a lot of attention to herself, even when things had been normal. In the rich, temperate forests with trees that reached all the way up to the sky, she was the only one with four fluffy tails that were as pure a white as hers, her large, triangular ears set nicely on the top of her head, tipped with black.

Kitsune, of course, did not have to always stay in a hybrid form, something that was more humanoid and comfortable for other anthro-like creatures to understand. Whereas she had soft, pale skin in that body and human-like features, she would never be a human, never something of that ilk. And there was no denying what or who she was either when she was in her full kitsune form, quadrupedal with all four of her majestic tails waving and curling in the air, fur covering her body from head to toe.

Still...maybe Kuruko should never have strayed so far from her village, however extensive it was. She'd just wanted to go out collecting flowers and herbs for the healer, on her own that time - and she'd never honestly thought that it would be as dire a situation as it turned out to be.

Light of nature and soft in her form, she had been crouched down, carefully separating a flower from the stem, to leave as much behind to be re-grown as possible, when the gnoll snatched her up.

"Aiiiiieeee!"

She would have been embarrassed at the high-pitched squeal that broke her lips if not for everything racing on around her, dragging her along with a path and storyline that she very much had not consented to. The gnoll lifted her high above his head with a carnal bellow, his huge hands wrapping around her thighs, though he was not quite large enough to get his entire hand and fingers around both of her legs at once.

Shrieking, she kicked and twisted - alas, but her powers were out of her reach! She couldn't draw on anything more than what little raw, bodily strength she had at play and that was frightfully little, as her fellow kitsune had been telling her for years. Kuruko gulped, heart pounding, suddenly a lot higher and farther from the ground than she would ever have liked to be, blood raging in her ears as her pulse pounded and pounded.

"No! What's going on? No - let me go! Put me down, right now!"

She tried to draw on every ounce of authority she had in her, but, alas, that was not as easy for her as mimicking the healer, who held such easy authority that Kuruko wished that she did too. Alas, she was much younger than them and did not yet either have the poise or experience to draw on that sense of energy too.

The gnolls surrounded her and the kitsune, even hefted up in the air, shrank away from them, flinching and gulping as some of them even leapt up, trying to grab at her hands, her hair, her feet. She kicked faintly, tails waving and tucking up as high as they could, but her body ached with the strain of asking her muscles to do even that much, heart pounding, lungs aching fervently as if she was not able to draw enough breath into her body.

"Let me go - I don't want anything to do with you! Let me gooooo! Help, someone help me!"

But Kuruko had gone off on her own and had not told anyone at all where she was going. No help was coming, even if it was automatic for her to ask for help. She had always had someone there for her, someone who would be able to come to her rescue - but the fact of the matter was that, as the breeze whistled around her ears, licking at her fur, the gnolls had their prize exactly where they wanted her.

They were huge, brutish with big manes of hair that stood up from the backs of their heads and stretched down their backs. They wore long, draping loincloths of some kind that covered their modesty, for every gnoll there seemed to be male, the kitsune rapidly trying to take stock of the situation as she was carted off, hoisted above the head of the gnoll who had snatched her up. With brown and tan fur, sometimes with richer red-orange notes struck through, they had fearsome, blocky jaws lined with chunkier, sharper teeth than a kitsune in their natural form.

She whimpered, though swallowed the sound, trying to hold onto her sensible frame of mind, to be calm, to find a way out. If only she thought through things enough, she would get free, she was sure of it.

One thing that was certain, however, as she was dragged into the middle of their village, a collection of huts and cooking areas (from what she could see as she was hoisted swiftly through) and that was that they did not speak the same language. There didn't seem to be an easy way for her to communicate with them, but they hadn't tied her up or hurt her in any way, even though they could have.

Maybe that boded well for her...

And then the ground was rushing up to meet her.

"Oof!"

Dumped on the ground in the midst of their tribe, huts and fires and bodies barricading any escape route that Kuruko may have been able to dredge up, she panted heavily, propped up on her hands, her backside and tails smarting from how heavily she had been dropped there. It was as if she was just a body to them, something that they had hunted or gathered, yet Kuruko didn't like at all how they were looking at her, the narrowing of their eyes, how they grunted and conversed with one another in their own, more rudimentary language.

"Please..." She said, slowly and cautiously, not wanting to enrage or anger the gnolls, for she did not know how they would react to her. "Please, let me go. I mean you no harm, I promise."

They grunted and chattered in short bursts of what she thought had to be a conversation, though Kuruko desperately wished that she could follow it. Wracking her brain, she took a deep breath as something lightly herbal tickled at her nose, though the kitsune could not quite work out where the aroma was coming from. It made her feel a little dizzy, however, as she shook her head back and forth, ears flopping lightly, trying to clear it again.

The gnolls, however, were fascinated by her, towering and leaning over her, so bulky and dominant, though that was merely by way of their species. They prodded and poked at her even as she flinched away from them, taken by how slim and lithe she was, so different from their own kind. There was no bigger contrast between them than what the kitsune and the gnolls could present, though they had more in mind for the fox-girl than even she could have dreamed of.

It seemed that she was going to end up having her first time whether she was ready for it or not...

A smoking bowl with pink smoke curling as it unfurled from the surface of some unknown liquid was brought to her, the gnoll's jaws hanging open as his tongue lolled wetly forth. She reeled and wrinkled up her muzzle, shaking her head, holding her hands up as if that would be enough to keep the big brute away from her. Though maybe that was part of Kuruko's problem: even though she had never met a gnoll before, she still saw them as a lower class of being. Their intelligence and feral natures were only due to having a different evolution, of course, than kitsune, but no one had ever explained it like that to her before.

There was no going back, however...

"No, please... No, I don't want this..."

But her head was forced over the smoking bowl anyway, held there while her lungs burned and she closed her eyes. Whereas the gnolls could not force her to open her eyes, they could still hold her there until she was forced to take a breath, the smoke slipping into her lungs.

Oh, but the kitsune could never have known that she should have fought harder, that she should have done more to break free from the grip of the gnolls. For the tribe was by no means so primitive that they did not know how to dig into the forest and work with hallucinogenic compounds, things to increase the fertility of a partner, mushrooms that could relax her body. They knew well enough to avoid anything poisonous too, having learned and had such knowledge passed down through the tribe.

"Unff..."

One of the gnolls pulled his loincloth aside as her pupils dilated, her mind suddenly feeling very set back from the scene that was playing out before her, as if she was no longer an active participant in her own life anymore. It was a strange feeling, a very strange feeling, blinking at the gnoll as fear clawed at her heart, a giant cock coming in closer and closer to her.

For every last one of the males, who had not had the females that they needed in their pack, were eager to have her add to their limited breeding stock, one the first fertile female of breeding age that they had managed to snatch up and bring back to their village. Of course, the gnolls had found other females, but they were picky about who they brought home. Some of their favoured females, broken to their will through various hallucinogenic substances and more. An elf, a deer and a dragon all moved among them, serving the gnolls, but the kitsune's eyes raked over them, fear clawing at her.

The gnolls were different... They did not need the softness and fineries of kitsune, easily finding their way in life and the world, all with the pack to guide them, and they most certainly didn't need to be elevated to any less feral ways of being.

No... No, they were fine with their lot in life and, as long as they were content, who was to shame them?

Or perhaps they could not have taken the kitsune against her will, a huge length of cock grinding up against her lips as she shivered and tried to pull back from it. Though it was simply as if she was no longer in control of her body, everything drifting and shifting around her, floating and wavering. She licked her lips, shaking her head lightly, though Kuruko barely even managed to get her head from the left to the right and back again, only moving an inch, maybe two.

"Unnnggghhh..."

She could see his cock coming, though the caress of his paw, so much thicker than her hand and fingers, which were so much lighter and more delicate, was gentle as he stroked her hair, tickling back behind her ear. Something inside Kuruko screamed at her to run, to escape, to fight back, though her mouth too was soft and pliable as the gnoll opened her maw for him, sliding his fingers inside and against her teeth.

She didn't know what he was doing, not until the gnoll's cock slid into her mouth, over her loose, limp tongue. Kuruko reeled mentally, yet there was nowhere for her to physically go even as a little strength and energy returned to her limbs, the gnoll's paw heavy on the back of her head. His short, sharp claws dug into her skin past her hair a little, though she could not even get out a grunt at the brief pain, not with his cock sliding into her mouth. He trapped her tongue against the bottom of her mouth, though she wished, however faintly, that she had her kitsune jaws and muzzle at that time. The sharp teeth, rather than the gentler human-like ones, would have been an asset.

If she could have snapped her jaws closed, that was, though she would never know if she could have forced the gnoll back and away from her. His slick cock, with a rounded tip, pumped back and forth within her mouth, forcing her to take him, but it was as if he was testing her, possessing more than enough capacity to be able to tell just how deep he could thrust. After all, the gnolls would never have wanted to break their newest breeding stock, of course, even if she was the first of many more females that they would bring into the back.

"Nnngghhh..."

She could, however, groan around them, drooling as his cock ploughed deeper and deeper, the gnoll working up to a good pace as he fucked her face. Her lips parted wide for him, his finger hooked into the corner of her lips to make sure she kept her mouth open, though her lips still drifted closer and closer. It hurt her jaw to hold it open that widely for that long, eventually folding her lips around him.

"Unff..."

The gnoll liked that, eyes gleaming with arousal as his cock drooled thick pre-cum into her mouth, so heady that it was a struggle for it to even slip down her throat, as much as she gulped and tried to get rid of it. Spitting it out, after all, was not an option, not as he worked the length of his dick that was not in her mouth with his paw, the thick fingers curling around, though they were better used for handling tools and weapons than masturbating.

She tried to shake her head, blinking as her fingers twitched and a little more life returned to her limbs. Yet she could not get her hands up high enough to push at his thighs, even if it would have been a weak touch, something that came as if it was lacking any manner of strength or muscle behind it.

And there was something else too, something that struck a shudder of terror into her heart as her tongue flicked anxiously up against the fearsome length of meat in her mouth. For something was coating his cock, something slick, something that wasn't from his cock.

But Kuruko was not to know that it was another hallucinogenic, softening her reality, making her wet between her thighs. When had she gotten so turned on? It was not the gnolls, surely, no... And yet she had no reason to believe that there was another reason, not yet, for that manner of curling, twisting need to be pushing its way up inside her, demanding that, one way or the other, the kitsune pay attention to it.

Not that it mattered, not really. Kuruko was going to be taken by the gnolls either way, the fox-girl helpless. There were no other words for it, not truly, for that was just the way it was going to be, her virginity soon to be taken, everything that she had held dear ripped from her.

She tried to fight it, even as her body instinctively leaned forward after his cock when it finally retreated from her lips. Kuruko moaned against her will, hardly able to believe that it was her making those noises, her eyes half-lidded, everything around her taking on a strange dream-like quality.

What... What was happening to her? She groaned, lying on her back, drops of pre-cum soaking her long dress in the moments before it was torn. Claws dug into it, ripping it from her shoulders, rending it in two right down the front, though they were careful, even then, to not harm her. They didn't want to break that beautiful, pale skin, what resembled her white fur, though the ability to push, even then, into her full kitsune form evaded her.

If she had thought of that earlier... Oh, but the thought did not linger in her mind for as long as it should have. It was just so hard to hold on to any thoughts as another gnoll pushed over her. Or was it the first one? It might have been rude for her to say in any other situation, but the gnolls all looked the same to her. Some had darker tips to their ears, different spots over the rough brown fur...but she still could not tell.

They all blurred into one fearsome entity as the gnoll bore into her, driving his cock into her vulnerable sex, stretching open her pussy. Dimly, she was aware of crying out, though, even then, Kuruko could not be sure whether it was lust or fear that made her shriek like that.

Maybe it was both.

Maybe it was okay.

Maybe it didn't even matter anymore.

It was as if her mind was still in there but set back from the scene, cut off from the action. As much as she squirmed inwardly and flinched, all she could focus on was how good it felt to have him stretching out her pussy. Her lips moved, squealing, yet not even Kuruko could tell why she was making those cries.

If they had been kitsune and not gnolls...would she have liked it then? Would her mind have then been in agreement with her body?

She didn't know, could not know, not as the immense stretch pulled through her virgin passage, lips parted as her head fell back against something soft. Kuruko did not know that they had put a soft, wadded-up bundle of furs, likely from their hunts, under her head, but her neck appreciated it nonetheless. For she was a breeding female to them, the most attractive new addition to their breeding harem, even if they didn't want to see her come to any harm, of course...

The gnoll slavered over her, her eyes roaming over those jacking off around her, their huge paws working brutishly along the fat, throbbing lengths of their dicks. Pre-cum drooled and bubbled up from their shafts, a wide slit at the tip of each dark enough for her to imagine the passage beyond it, and she gasped, even as pain-pleasure blistered through her.

"Ohhhhhh!"

She heard her cry that time, even if it did not sound at all like anything that should ever have come from her lips, no. It was a moan, so long and so low that it could only have come from lust, that huge length powering into her.

She didn't want it, no... Oh, but it felt so good! Her pussy tightened around him, rippling in a tight clench, yet she couldn't keep it up, not as she huffed and heaved, trying to drag as much breath as she could into her lungs. Yet Kuruko's body ached all over, as if every muscle in her body was contracting, all at once, and she couldn't breathe easily, not as the fertility potion, a combination of herbs and tinctures, seeped down her throat from the cock that had been ground into her muzzle.

Of course, there were other ways to get her to take the stimulants too, the world shifting around her, the gnolls seeming to double, perhaps even multiplying, even if there were still the same number around her. it was just the kitsune's grip on reality that was faded, the heady slop of his cock powering into her, drooling thick cum, the only grounding force at a time when everything seemed to be spinning so very wildly out of control.

"Ohhh... Yeshh... Pleasthh..."

Her words were slurred and her heart leapt. No, no... No, that wasn't her, her body trying to rebel, her hands up, straining to shove the gnoll off her. The brute had heaved over her body, panting heavily in hot, heaving breaths as he took her, the bulge of his cock very lightly showing through her lower abdomen as he fucked her. Yet he wasn't stopping, not as something tightened more and more deep within her body, demanding that she pay attention to it even if that was the last thing that Kuruko wanted to do.

What... What was happening to her? Why did it feel so good? His paws closed around her shoulders as he howled, throwing his head back like a wild animal, even if she knew, truly, that the gnolls were more than that. Yet his cock raked in a little deeper to her, the fur of his crotch flush with her pussy, and she gasped as something hot flooded her.

She should not have been able to feel that, not as a sense of softness and lightness flowed through her body again, something slipped under her tongue to dissolve, though she was not to know that it was another hallucinogenic. They could sense that she was becoming less amenable and pliable to their whims, seeking to coerce and control her, for they did not care how Kuruko submitted to them, only that she did.

He climaxed inside her, staying deep and giving little shuddery shoves of his hips to make sure that every drop of cum poured up inside her, right where the gnolls thought that it belonged. As if from a great distance away, she heard them bellowing, cheering, beating on the ground, hammering their fists into it. Well, those gnolls that weren't so turned on that they couldn't get their paws away from their dicks...

The din surrounded her, a clamour of noise, bright colours flashing across her vision as, unwittingly, the kitsune arched up into the gnoll's touch. Oh, her body wanted more, aching for it, even as he dragged his dripping cock from her stretched pussy, the folds of her body left open in a light gape in the absence of him.

Yet her soreness was not to be soothed, not yet, not even as something in Kuruko pulled for more, desperate for it. If she wasn't being fucked... She needed it! Her mind battled with itself, back and forth, knowing that it was against her will and yet her body burned for it, ached for the driving, pounding force of yet another cock slamming up inside her pussy, breeding her, taking her...

Her mind drifted, though Kuruko still grunted as she was flipped around onto all fours. The dragon slipped by with a washcloth, ready to assist and clean off those that needed her attention. But the beauty of those that had been brought into the harem was that they weren't noticed - except when they were needed. Even for Kuruko... She hadn't even realised that two more gnolls had come in close to her, though she roared like a feral as her needy cunny, dripping with more than merely the gnoll's cum, was filled once more.

"Ohhhhhhh!"

Such a sweet filling, a cock that was just as big as the first, the perfect size to stretch out her pussy and take her. He set up a pounding pace from the start, hips slamming into her lightly jiggling buttocks with every thrust, for she boasted a soft layer of feminine padding over her backside. Kuruko had never given it much consideration before, but she felt it all the more keenly as his breeding spire ground into her G-spot in a way that Kuruko had never even considered could be possible.

She groaned, the kitsune trying to grind back, but...was that really what she wanted to do? It was hard to ignore the overwhelming pleasure, how it throbbed through her, though Kuruko was sure too that she should not have been there. She had a family and a life to get back to, somewhere else to be, even as she heaved and grunted, eyes half-closed.

"Unfff... Yesh..."

But, no! No, no, no - she didn't want that! But she could only focus on the heated spear of meat, how it ground into her, how sparks of pleasure shot through her. It spread her open, raking over that special patch of nerves inside, what was so very sensitive, her body still trying to clench around his meat.

She clawed at the ground, rolling her shoulders and hunching forward, but Kuruko should have known already that there was nowhere for her to go. She couldn't get away but that did not mean that it was easy for her mind to give in and let go, to accept the pleasure however it came.

Yet her muscles... She slumped, unable to hold herself up any longer, yet her rump remained lifted in the air, the thick spear of breeding meat slamming into her bare, nothing between her flesh and his cock. Kuruko moaned, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, yet the kitsune found that she was not even able to draw it back into her mouth after letting it out, as if even that tiny measure of control over her own body was fading.

Oh, but it felt good, so very good, panting, heaving, grunting. Her mind swirled and she found it easier when orgasm crashed through her. It was not welcomed but it claimed her all the same, pounding through, her cunt contracting around his dick, gripping him, as if her body was more engaged with the moment than her mind was. All she wanted was to grip him, to milk him, to feel the hot, wet splatter of his seed flooding her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh!"

She groaned, panting heavily, his cock hammering inside her. Dimly, Kuruko was aware of someone hitching up her head, though her arms were not strong enough to hold up her torso.

A cock was rammed into her mouth, someone interested in using her for pleasure and not breeding, as they kept her there. Half-suspended between two bodies, she was nothing more than a breeding toy and tool, two cocks ploughing into her, roughly, crudely, dominantly.

There was nothing there for her... Nothing other than pleasure. Oh, she had to have it, grunting her tongue lashing out around the cock in her mouth, though she didn't quite know what she was doing. It was as if Kuruko was not quite present there, following the whims of her body even as she was used to please the whims of others.

It was all she could do, letting it swim through. Was there any other option, when she was down there, pinned, fucked, her throat raw with the force of a cock driving into it?

She gulped, but the kitsune could not hope to get away, could not hope to get anywhere, no... No, she was there to stay and stuck too, her body filled as another hot splattering of seed pounded up into her pussy. She moaned around the dick in her mouth, a little more of herself fading away again even then, though she had to hold onto the moment.

If only Kuruko could hold onto her sense of self and who she was... Maybe that would keep her rooted in her reality, yes, maybe...

But the kitsune was not ready, not ready at all, not as another cock exploded inside her and yet another dose of seed erupted down her throat.

She drank it down like the finest elixir. There had been drinks, back in her home, that they had had at feasts and celebrations, yet their cum... Oh, it was far more intoxicating than that. It swamped her senses, making her moan and grunt around his cock, wanting more, falling and fading.

Maybe Kuruko had never been meant to fight back against the gnolls, not truly, no. She was just there to serve a purpose, to help their species, to be a breeding hole and vessel.

Kuruko didn't know anything about that. The kitsune didn't have to. Not as she was ploughed full and a cock jerked in her pussy, even though the fox-girl was hardly even aware of which gnoll was fucking her at that time.

The chief took her, after she had been duly warmed up, the leader of the pack. He rose strong and muscled and something in the kitsune pulled towards him, as if an invisible cord was connecting them and jerked her towards the gnoll. She had been on her hind paws - when had that happened? When had she staggered up? Oh, everything was so confusing, twisting and turning into one another, but she needed it, aching, moaning, whimpering.

She tried to catch fragments of words, but her head spun and spun as the biggest of the gnolls with meaty, broad shoulders hefted her up in his arms with a grunt. She may not have understood his language, but she understood very much the lust in the leader's eyes, her legs wrapping around his waist to hold herself up, not wanting to drop or fall, gasping.

"Ohhhh..."

His muzzle dropped to her tits - but that wasn't what she needed! No! She needed his cock, her mind and her body in conflict with one another, panting, heaving, even as his tongue lashed her tits and carved her nipples into taut peaks of desire. She moaned and bucked against him, but she just didn't seem able to get his cock into her wet pussy, dripping with her arousal and a slick mixture of cum.

The leader, however, was ready for her, feeding his cock into her with one, huge paw, claws digging lightly into her buttocks as he held her up in place. She panted heavily, his fat length stretching her open, though she had already been easily broken in for him. She had needed that, yes, to be stuffed.

Her mind was still there, though Kuruko could not even feel horrified that she was falling so heavily into their debauchery, her tails whipping back and forth. She didn't bat them against the gnolls, no longer even fighting back at all, though their drugs had cut to the quick of her being, hitting on her deepest needs and darkest desires.

It was easier to go with it, after all, with the world floating and wavering around her, panting, whimpering, letting him plough her full, the whole pack able to get a good view of her pussy behind stuffed and stretched. His cock dragged and pulled at her folds as he fucked her roughly, crudely, her pleasure coming right along with every stroke of his cock, even though the gnoll leader was not doing it for her.

No... The gnolls were only doing it for themselves, the wet slop of his bone burying itself, again and again, deep into her stretched-out pussy. Of course, she could have taken more than that, though she groaned still, her head spilling back, though the gnoll was passionate as he nipped and lapped at her bare, exposed throat, quivering with desire.

She was so vulnerable there, but, truly...there was only so much she could do. Wasn't it better, so very much, to give in to it? She didn't want to be there...yet Kuruko could not leave, not ever again. For that was where she belonged as his cock ground beautifully over that sensitive spot inside her, stroking her need, sending her spiralling into rippling, clenching orgasm, the desires of her body something that only the gnolls could give her.

At least, that was what her lust and drug-addled mind told her. Only time would tell whether Kuruko was correct in her assumption there.

Yet it did not matter, not as he fucked her harder and faster, cum splattering from her pussy as he even forced out the seed of those that had fucked her before him. There would be more to take her later, of course, but no one had any doubt as to how the leader's cum would win out, the gnoll snarling and grunting as he slavered over her. And the rest of the pack got a good view, even in the bright lick of sunshine, of her backside rising and falling, bouncing on his dick.

Maybe later, more would plug her mouth while her pussy was fucked raw, until she passed out, unable to even walk from the lust and sexual passion coursing through her. But that didn't matter to her, not as the gnoll leader bellowed a dull roar, erupting inside her. She climaxed again, not knowing who she was, where she was, not caring either - only that his thick length remained right where it was, buried inside her, keeping all worrisome thoughts from her mind.

Non-consent and giving in, ah... She was failing to find the line between them anymore, a forcibly taken yet willing toy for the gnolls, ultimately, to use as they pleased.

And it was there she would remain, passed around the pack, submitted to every last one of them as fresh breeding stock, her pussy dripping and drooling. Night fell and she didn't even notice, not even with the fire leaping and crackling, lighting the way as so many strange paws groped her, her bare form splattered in cum.

She was taken on her side, spooning, her upper leg raised so that the gnoll could plough into her pussy crudely, a wet slap splattering forth with every slam of his hips. Another fucked her on her back, pinning her into a mating press with his thighs spreading hers down and apart, holding her tightly in place. And yet another hitched her up onto a log so that he could fuck her while he was on his knees, all, seemingly, for a better angle as he slammed in, her pussy sore and raw and yet the kitsune still, brokenly, howling for more.

For she was lost to anything more, tongue hanging out, eyes half-closed, only knowing the passion and the pleasure that they gave her. In the heat of the moment with arousal pounding through her, every orgasm satisfying - yet only for a moment... Yes, that was it, that was key. Though she loved every climax that came to her form, her body aching and arching wonderfully to allow the rippling pulses to course through her, it just wasn't enough. Every climax left her aching for more, whimpering and whining, as if nothing was ever going to be good enough for her ever again.

So it was that her life with the gnolls began...

Even though the gnolls had paused in their capturing of breeding captives, slaves for their harem, before Kuruko, she had changed all of that for them. They would seek out more females for their harem, adding to their collection, though those that were drugged and taken would still find some pleasure in their lives, of course. They would be well taken care of, but perhaps not quite in the way that they would have wanted to live their lives.

The ones that had been broken to their will, seeing no more to their lives, wore paint markings on their bodies to denote their status, in a tradition from the western isles, where the gnolls had originated from. So it was that tradition was continued.

When the newest slut was broken in, which took several days, the gnolls had gathered more breeding females for their sick whims and twisted turns. Bound in shibari bondage, which should not have surprised her that they were skilled at, the detail and intricate knots, she was strung up between two posts, suspended, her knees apart so that her pussy was accessible at all times.

She moaned, barely aware of who or what was around her. If Kuruko had been at all in her own mind, plied with so many hallucinogenic matters, constantly, by that time that she didn't even know what reality she was living in, she would have counted six. But there would soon be a seventh to add to the harem of sluts, forced into submission, taken over and over again.

They had started off not wanting it, even if every last one of their other needs would be met, not wanting for food or water or even company. But their moans as they were ploughed over and over again, fucked full of splattering, heaving loads of cum, certainly said otherwise.

It was just one of many times where what their bodies said did not match up with what their minds truly wanted, every last one of them taken from their lives and families and worlds and forced to submit. But who was to stand up against such substances, truly?

All Kuruko knew was that everything felt good. That she was near enough always horny, always orgasming... She didn't know that her stomach was swelling with the offspring of a gnoll, at least in the weeks to come. For that did not matter to her, regardless of what form she was in. she was just so horny that she would have done absolutely anything to get her sexual needs met, often fucked by the pack leader, his thick mane braided intricately with tokens of the pack.

Moaning for more, a subject of erotic lust and no more than that, all she could do was drool in lust, her body aching, her pussy gaping for more, always more. She needed more, so much more, and the gnolls would give it to her, everything that she ached for and beyond.

Kuruko wasn't just a kitsune anymore.

She was also the favoured breeding slave of the gnolls.

And so it would be, forevermore.