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Trapped.

Your name is Iris. You are a lithe, punkish possum who just wanted to enjoy a night on the town. And now you're naked, trussed, vulnerable. The plaything of someone whom you don't even know the name of. Everything you wore was taken; your clothes, your undergarments, even the piercing in your ear.

You shudder, body wracking, and even that little action is constrained. A tight, strong cord binds your arms to your torso. It's perhaps too tight; you can feel it biting into your flesh, making you wince with the mildest movement. You've long since given up any meaningful belief that you can wriggle free. Fears of circulation popcorn the back of your mind.

But you have far more pressing problems. A tight black cloth is wound about your face as a blindfold; the cloth is wet, stained with tears. The tear-dampened thing clings to your fur. Your muzzle is spread open by a gag, and any attempts to dislodge it result only in frustration. Saliva pools in your forced-open mouth, an uncomfortable burden against your gums and tongue, and some of it trickles out despite yourself.

It's not the only thing seeping out. The gag is a ring-gag made of metal with a rubber outer shell. Your heart had plunged when they'd pulled it out. You knew what that was for--something to shut you up and force your mouth open without giving an option to bite down. Your captors have made quite the use of it.

The feeling of a stranger's cum settles against your tongue. You moan, despite yourself--what from, part of you wonders? A feeling of helplessness? Desperation? Or maybe, just maybe, a sense of vulnerable enjoyment--your body liking what was done to it? The cum trickles back and you try to avoid swallowing it, though deep down you don't know why you bother. You've already been forced to gulp down a fair bit. Your throat is raw and sore from the fucking it received, and the fullness in your stomach is something you wish wasn't there.

A glop of warm cum tickles the base of your tongue, triggering your reflex. You swallow despite yourself, throat working as you gulp it down. You shudder, tears budding anew in your eyes. The taste of the cum, it's... it's tangy, salty against your tongue. No matter how you try, you can't seem to ignore it. It's a reminder of what you are now, someone's playtoy...

Rough paws settle against your thighs. You whimper in inarticulate protest, the sound sloppy and pathetic around the gag, as you're rolled over onto your back. For ease of access, you think, sharp with dread. You whip your long, hairless tail up between your legs, covering your womanhood in a vain attempt to stymie access. But it's for naught--one of the rough paws grips it tight by the base and yanks it out of the way. Fresh tears bud in your eyes, settling into the over-saturated blindfold. As paws position themselves near your pussy, you can feel more cum seeping out, none of it yours.

This is far from your first go of the night.

There isn't even a hint of foreplay. The one abusing you doesn't care if you have it easy or not. A second's presence of a firm cock at your entrance is all the warning you have before it thunders into you. Your voice shrieks pathetically as you are taken again. How many times was that this night? You've lost count...

Your past assaults have left you loose, and some of the lingering fluid acts like lube. Despite the roughness and size of your captor, it's not the most difficult thing you've had to endure this night--far from it. Perversely, you almost find yourself grateful for the previous rapes. The thought settles on your head and repulses you. How dare such a thought enter your brain... but you can't shake it, and that's perhaps the most harrowing thing of all.

He slams in and you buck against your own will against the hardwood floor. You don't need to see your body to know that parts of it are bruised, or to tell that this treatment will leave you with more by the time the night is done... The rough, mocking voice of your assailant is like a knife to the ears. He offers false platitudes, asks if you like it, aren't whores supposed to like it? Other voices, cruel and masculine, ring out alongside him.

And then there's another sound, one which is like a dart to your emotions. Mei. Your friend, your roommate... you can hear her, the panda's voice rising in a desperate sob over the sounds of rough action. She's being taken too. Your heart sinks at it. You would... you would surrender yourself to this fate forever, if only you could guarantee Mei's safety.

But it isn't to be. Neither of you have a chance at freedom now...

"Please," comes Mei's broken voice. They haven't bothered to gag her. You can't see your friend because of this cursed blindfold, but you don't need to. Your devilish imagination betrays you and fills in all the details. You can all but see it now, Mei's plump, furry face stained with tears and desperation. "P-please, it's sore... I'll do it w-willingly, just give me time to rest, I... n-no, wait--auuugh, please wait! It hurts!"

More laughter rings out, the captors parroting the panda's pleas. "Wait, she says! Oh please, mister, please don't fuck my cunt so much! Heh, what a slut!" As you weep for your friend, you squeal despite yourself as another thick surge slams in. You can feel cum from previous trysts squelching around inside of you...

How had it come to this? You're a good person. Mei is a good person. The two of you were just supposed to be having a fun night out. It wasn't supposed to be this way...

---

Your tall black boots beat a pleasant tattoo against the sidewalk as you return home, Mei laughing at your side. The two of you are still pleasantly buzzed from a night out on the town. You'd danced, barhopped, flirted, made a fool of yourself, and laughed the entire time. One or two of the guys had insinuated that you might like to find him in a back room, but you declined. Maybe another day you'd have taken that offer, but tonight you were just pleased to have some fun. Life can be too much of a drudge, sometimes...

The shitty little house you and Mei rent is set back a little bit from the road. It's quiet and unobtrusive. The boards creak, the lights don't work half the time, and the hot water runs cold in ten minutes tops--but it's cheap enough for two working gals to afford, and that's all that matters. Besides, once you get home, it won't matter if you're staying here or in a 4-star hotel. A warm, safe bed is a warm, safe bed, right?

You unlock the front door, the key half-catching in the lock as always, and when you open the house expecting to be greeted by warmth, what you get is nothing in return.

"Aw man," Mei complains, "the heater busted again?"

You try not to grumble yourself, and only half pull it off. "I'll go check," you tell her, and you beat a familiar path to the back hallway. As you do so, you frown as you feel something playing against your fur--a breeze. What...? you think. Did I leave a window open?

The bedroom door is half-cracked and as you push it open, your heart sinks. The window isn't open, it's shattered, crunched bits of glass peppering the floor underneath it. Just from a cursory glance you can tell that some of the valuables--your jewelry, Mei's laptop--are missing.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. A break-in. A burglar! Your hand reaches for your phone and that's when it happens.

A dark shape lunges out of the closet and tackles you to the ground. Your phone flies out of your hand, your eyes widening in alarm as a rough paw claps itself over your mouth to muffle your scream, another one pinning your wrists down. Your heart hammering, you spy your captor: a grey-furred wolf with a mean glint to his eye.

From the front of the house you hear a kerfuffle and a startled shriek. The wolf grins. "Good thing I brought a buddy, huh?" he says. With a heavy grip, he drags you near your closet, fashioning a makeshift gag out of a pair of socks and some stockings, and then he roughly yanks you to your feet and frog-marches you to the living room.

A lone lamp, dim when you'd arrived, now fills the room with an orange-yellow glow. Mei is similarly tied up, her own shirt gagging her and her arms bound with a lamp cord. Her captor is a burly, slightly short crocodile.

The reptile's hands rip open Mei's chest wrap, throwing the bandages aside perfunctorily. The panda shudders, tears streaming down her cheeks, and she tries to inch away when the burglar reaches out to cop a feel.

"Uh-uh," he says, yanking the cord that's binding her. She yelps, the sound muffled by the shirt in her mouth. "None a'that." He reaches out to fondle her breast and she turns her head away desperately.

Anger rises inside of you. Mei... how dare they! These... these fuckers! They'll pay! You make as if to lunge for the croc, but the other burglar pulls you back almost lazily.

"Keep a good lid on that one!" laughs the crocodile. He pinches one of Mei's erect nipples between two fingers and the panda protests loudly. "Hey, call Devyn, would you? He'll like this haul..."

The wolf pulls out a phone--cheap and easily-disposable, unlike yours--and punches in a number. Your heart sinks as you listen to his end of the conversation. This Devyn, it... it seems he's a trafficker.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! Mei meets your eyes and you can read it in one another's gaze just how thoroughly in trouble the two of you really are.

The next hour crawls like a glacier, rough and desperate. The burglars take turns pawing at you and Mei, the other keeping watch. Every time one of them grabs you, you find yourself terrified that this is it--the time when you're going to be forced to yield to them. But thus far they're only interested in grabbing at you, nibbling cruelly at your ear, playing with your tits or the base of your tail. The wolf sticks a finger knuckle-deep inside of you and that's as far as it goes. You don't like the way it glistens when he pulls it out, smirking. "Worked up, are we?" he asks mockingly, waving his digit in front of your face. "And here I thought you didn't want it..."

When Devyn arrives, it's all trouble.

Devyn is a tall, brown-furred rat, and he comes with helpers. They're carrying real equipment--proper gags, cords that aren't improvised. Mei squeals and tries to back away and you kick vainly at the men before one catches your hindpaws. When they rip the makeshift gag out of your mouth you have a few seconds to scream:

"You fuckers! I'm gonna make you pay, get your fucking hands off me, don't you touch her--"

And then a sweet-smelling rag is pressed to your snout and all is oblivion.

When you wake, someone is already inside of you.

The sensation is foreign, alien, unwanted. Your mouth is unobstructed and you scream--scream every obscenity known under the sun, scream everything you can think of. You threaten his livelihood, his life, his mother, and it doesn't stop as he keeps on fucking you. You can feel other things squelching around your raw, sore pussy. Oh god, this wasn't the first one, was it?

You have no idea where you are. Some kind of garage, if garages had floors of hardwood and sparse furniture and glowing lamps set high into the ceiling. Mei is on the other end of the room, and you blow up at her mistreatment.

"GET THE FUCK OUTTA HER, YOU PRICK! YOU SON OF A BITCH, WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOUR THROAT YOU'LL FUCKING DIE, DO YOU HEAR ME?!"

The noise makes her raise her head. She's ungagged, like you, but quiet, tears streaming down eyes with a thousand-yard stare. You see her mouth the phrase 'Iris, I'm so sorry' as the fellow fucking her bucks in and snorts.

"Damn, the pink-haired chick woke up. Got a fucking mouth, doesn't she?" He bucks in again and Mei moans. Her hair is done up in a bun atop her head, same as always. Weirdly, you find yourself wishing it wasn't. It would be less real, somehow, if it wasn't. "Someone wanna shut her up?"

You hurl obscenities at him, but not for long--Devyn approaches with the ring-gag and forced it in. Then, smirking, the rat lines up his cock--

And for the first time in your life, you're being spitroasted.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmgggghhh!" you protest as the cocks raw into you. You try to bite down around the trafficker's cock and wince as the rubber-coated metal fails to yield. Devyn's cock presses against the base of your throat and then goes even farther despite your best desires. Your eyes water and unconsciousness threatens to creep on you again as your throat tries to expel the new object. Instead you swallow fruitlessly, the rat sighing with bliss as you unwittingly massage his cock, and the failure to yield makes you want to arch your back and scream.

The cock in your pussy is little better, roughly surging in and out of you without abandon, further abusing your sore walls. He's big and you wince as you feel the tip of his cock smash up against your cervix.

The two traffickers take turns bouncing you back and forth; you can feel yourself sliding down Devyn's cock, the rat's member resting on your tongue, as you hilt yourself on his compatriot; then you buck back up, an emptiness settling in your womanhood as you deepthroat Devyn.

And so it goes.

The one in your cunt is the first to cum and you hate the feeling of it, hot and flushing as it splashes against your sore walls. Devyn doesn't last much longer and your throat works as you gulp down his cum.

The two of them withdraw and you can imagine how you look, naked and bound and gagged, seeping cum from both ends, tears budding your eyes. Your pink hair must be mussed up, your carefully-applied makeup staining your face...

"God, she's tight but feisty," the one who'd fucked your pussy says. He retrieves his pants and drapes them over his arm.

"Nothing wrong with that," Devyn says. His eyes gleam with insatiable hunger. "I know some folks who'd pay big money to break someone in like that. And it works, too. One time I brought 'em a girl and the other was in the corner, quiet and meek as could be. She was even more of a firebrand than this one... and they molded her into a perfect little doll."

Your heart hammers in your chest and you protest wordlessly. You... you won't let that happen to you. You won't!

But what choice do you have, a fearful little whisper nibbles at your ear, your spine, your soul. It doesn't matter what you want. They have you now, and then the highest bidder will get you forever and ever, just a fun little toy, and there's nothing you can do about it...

You shake the fear out, but a little pebble lingers in the chamber of you mind, refusing to go away...

On the other end of the room Mei is now getting double-teamed herself, the panda's throat bulging around cock even as another man cums with a happy smile on his face. She meets your eyes for a moment and then looks away, ashamed, and it hits you that you failed her, that this is your fault, it must be, all your fault...

A shape blocks her from view as another man steps in, cock erect, and he forces you onto your stomach...

And all you can do is take it.

---

The recollections spin in your head. It's been perhaps a day or two, tops, since your captivity began, but it feels like months... Endless rapes, sore bodies, being painted with cum. You snatch sleep in fitful one or two hour bursts before rough paws wake you up and you are made to take it again.

Your willfulness is why they blindfolded you, why they left the gag in. God, but you've had so much cum in you; in your stomach, down your throat, painting your womb. You don't know if you'll ever be free of the scent.

Once it's not paws that wake you but a sniffling sound. Mei. Her voice is small on the other side of the room. "I'm so sorry, Iris. I made you go in the back room... you could have got away and called for help, o-or even just escaped on your own... I'm sorry, this is my fault..."

You want to tell her that she's wrong, that it'll be alright, that you can get out of this--but you can only make incoherent, articulate noises.

"I heard what they said." She continues. Her voice is small. "About taking you to someone who'll b-break you. I... I don't..." She breaks down, weeping. "Iris, I'm scared, I don't want you to be broken, I... I don't want to be someone's pet, what are we going to do?"

You murmur something in response, hoping it soothes her fears, but all you get is:

"I don't think we're ever going to see each other again..."

And that breaks you and your sobs meet hers, the two of them filling that room.

Somehow, you manage to force yourself to sleep despite the despair in your heart. You stir fitfully, trying to steel yourself--alternately preparing to break you and Mei out somehow or simply getting ready for your new life. Yet despite all this, at some point you wake to rough hands on your hips.

You squeal and fight, as you often have recently, though you know there is little real change to effect. But your measure of the situation changes drastically when you feel pressure not on your pussy as you've grown accustomed to, but on your ass.

A split second's realization is all you have before someone is surging in, and you're howling in agony.

The rough, uncompromising anal is like fire, burning through your body, and you can feel everything seeming to orbit around you as this new intrusion demands everything from you. Your body wants the invader out and you find yourself clenching tight and trying to fight it, a foolish move as the man raping you simply laughs and mutters something about your tightness and doubles his efforts. And you have no option but to yield, inch by inch, as he ravages your asshole, drawing tears to your eyes and making you weep with stimulation. He finally gets it all in and you feel like you're being split apart, and then he just starts fucking you nonstop, the pressure of it all threatening to consume you. On the other end of the room, you can hear Mei crying out in protestation, the panda begging them to stop and leave you alone.

"Please," she weeps, "just--just come f-fuck me instead, I'm ready! Please, let her rest, I'm--I'm b-begging you!"

The man fucking you just laughs, and when he finally cums inside your ass, the hot splash feels foreign. It fills you with fire. You curl against yourself as he withdraws, leaking cum from an abused asshole. Even as the minutes crawl and the fire fades, what's left is a throbbing soreness that seems impossible to come back from.

Perhaps half a day later, you stir and snuffle as someone grabs you by your pink hair, dragging you to the center of the room. You don't even bother to fight back. Somehow, you've internalized the rough anal as being the result of your invectiveness. Perhaps this time, they'll be gentle...

You have no idea what they're doing as rough paws drag you into a sitting position, and you can only whimper as you feel a brute of a man drag you over his cock, your pussy waiting for it to spear up. There's other activity in the room.

And then, surprisingly close to you, Mei's voice trickles out, frightened: "I-Iris?"

You blink and curse this stupid blindfold. She sounds perhaps a reach away. You moan incoherently around the gag in your muzzle, the moan spiking as the man slams you down onto his cock. A squeal from Mei a moment later tells you she's undergoing the same treatment.

The two of you are bounced up and down on strangers' cocks for a few minutes, and the sensation is enough to, if not completely hide the pained throbbing from your ass, at least morph it into something you can tolerate. You can feel an orgasm budding down in your loins, hating every moment from it.

With a cruel laugh, the main bucking into you scoots forward, and you hear a similar sound from nearby--

And you're suddenly being pressed against something warm, something soft, something familiar. Mei.

"Iris," Mei says. Her voice is shaky as she is fucked, and you can feel her body bouncing up and down. "Iris, I..."

Your two captors push you into each other even more, stomach to stomach, and you can feel your breasts mush up against hers. The sensation should be uncomfortable, yet you cry a bit just from the nearness of it, of getting to touch her again. You want to raise a paw to cradle her cheek and tell her she'll be okay, but the bindings prevent you.

With a brutish shove, the man fucking you slams you forward as he hilts into you and your muzzle meets Mei's and then suddenly the two of you are both weeping as you make out, tongues sloppily entwining. Around you hear the hoot and holler of various men.

"Looks like they like it, hah!" "The sluts! Look at 'em go at it!" "Damn, they're really getting messy!"

You hate their words but you can't help but go onward, more and more, your tongue wrapping around Mei's, pressing against her teeth and the roof of her mouth, both of you moaning pathetically as your bodies bounce up and down in disparate tempos.

The men hoot again and you swear you hear a recording device snap on and somewhere in the back of your mind you realize even this kindness is only for their benefit. You and Mei exist only for them, now; and they'll let you make out to get them hard and sell the vid later, but in a second your lives will go back to what they really are, just a pair of playthings. And even your love has been reduced to this lewd thing, the two of you sloppily, desperately making out for their benefit. The man in you hilts and cums and drags you away from Mei and your tongue desperately misses hers and you snuffle, wanting nothing more than to cuddle with her, and his voice is hot against your ear as he whispers:

"Guess that should do as a goodbye, huh? You and your friend there've been bought n'sold and you're both gonna get packaged up for some new lives. I betcha can't wait, you whore..."

Your heart plunges. So this is really it. You're both bought, like property... you're going to get sent to households to get used, abused, and who knows what else. It's about to be the end.

Mei whimpers as it sounds like the man with her cums inside, and you give up on anything. There's no point. They took everything from you, and now you can only wait to be shipped off...

It happens perhaps an hour later. A trampling of men come into the room, you can hear them, and several rough sets of hands grab and hoist you up and carry you off. And you can hear them doing the same to Mei--but she's being taken somewhere else.

"Iris!" the panda shrieks. "Iris, no, I--wait, please! Just let me say goodbye to her!" It's pointless to try to move, but you do it anyway. The men carrying you off to your destiny barely seem to notice.

"Please, Iris!" Mei's voice is getting smaller and smaller. "I'm sorry--I'm so sorry! Iris, I--I love you!"

And with that farewell, Mei is gone forever, gone to whomever purchased her. And as for you? You're chucked into what feels like the back of a van, and you can barely stir before that sweet smell returns. As the cloth is pressed against your nose, you give in, defeated.

Mei is gone. She's not coming back? And you? This helplessness, this quiet desperation, the soreness in your cunt, that's what your life is going to be from now on.

And there's nothing you can do about it.