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Cub Market Story One: A Fox's Tale

Warning this story is very dark. It contains Cub, Torture, Vocal Cord Removal, Permanent Chastity, Sex Slavery, Bondage, Surgical Modifications, Plus other horrible things.

~Don't read any farther this is your only warning.~

*My story begins when my parents decicded they wanted another kit. I was but twelve and trusting then. We weren't poor but not well off either, it was on my birthday when they took me aside and told me they couldn't afford two kits. I was to be sold to the Cub Market. They striped me down and bathed me.

My possessions the next day were boxed up, I cried the whole time so they let me keep one of my favorite plushies. We got into the car, I was still naked and surrounded by the boxes that contained my short life. We first stopped at the thrift store where I was forced to watch all my worldly goods be donated.

Our next stop was a big white building, there were several other parents with crying naked kits heading to the as well. I had given up on crying shortly after getting in the car. I just walked quietly squeezing my raccoon plush hard as headed into what looked like a large doctor's office. I was lead up to the counter and was told to state my name. I did and the smiling rabbit behind the glass passed my parents some paperwork to fill out.

When they finished they were told to wait out here as I was led into the back. The rabbit's paw was so soft and warm as we entered a small examine room. The paper covered table crinkled as she softly patted to signal me to hop up. She then ruffled my head fur saying the doctor will be in shortly as she left. I sat there swinging my paws and nibbling on my raccoon's ear for what seemed an eternity.

To my surprise a portly raccoon wearing a white coat opened the door. He smiled at me and said I was a brave kit for taking this so well. He did all the typical tests; height, weight, blood pressure, he even huged me when I didn't cry when he took some blood. Some of the other tests were a bit strange. He used a small pear shaped device to test how far my mouth could open, I did cry when he stuck the same device up my tailhole and opened it as far as it would go.

He aslo fondled my balls, cock, and sheath; each test was concluded with him nodding, sratching something down on a notebook, and him calling me a good boy. When the tests were done he showed me a little tag that said ~SXL P1~, he told me to hold still. I whined softly as I felt a sharp pain in my left ear, shortly after the doctor held up a mirror and said I looked cute with the tag attached. I just looked softly down knowing fate was sealed now. The tag meant no going back now, I had been approved to be sold.

I was led back to the waiting room where the doctor talked with my parents briefly before he hand a small brown folder over to them. My dad laughed a little as he gently teased the tag in my ear. He commented that I was going to get more money for them then they orginally thought. Mom didn't look to happy about what the doctor said and she stayed silent the whole trip to the market.

I was taken to the back and shoved in with a couple other kits, mostly other vulpines like me. A tall deer inspected our tags as we were mached into the brightly light store and forced to stand on little podiums for display. I had several furs of all types look at me, feel my goods, and check my tag but none of them seemed intersted in what I had. I do remember my parents walking by, my did help up a huge wad of cash as my mom refused to make eye contact.

It was nearing closing time when a handsome skunk grabbed my paw and smiled as he led me to the register. He carried me to his car and softly set me down in the passengers seat. He buckled me in and off we drove. I was still holding onto that raccoon plush. We stopped in front of a familar white building.

My tail wagged happily as I was led back into the same office and little room I had been in ealier that day. The same raccoon doctor walked in, he looked abit sad as our eyes meet. I heard him and the skunk talk in hushed voices, the skunk shooked his head and the doctor sighed.

The skunk said just get it done already, he wanted to get me home as fast as he could. The doc just nodded and reached a small mask with a gas container attached. The skunk shook his head no and said he wanted me awake and able to feel everything. The doctor's tail drooped but he coplied and pulled out a small needle. He stuck it in my arm and patted my head when I didn't cry out.

Slowly my body froze and I paniced when a couldn't move. I was laid out and my plush was taken out of my stiff fingers. Carfully I was postioned in front of a mirror to watch. The doctor pulled out a scaple and I screamed. This couldn't be happening to me I thought. The doctor sliced all my fingers till they were little stubs that couldn't hold any thing.

The skunk, my owner stood there frowning. I heard the order to shut me up permently over my screams. The doc lowered the bloody tool to my throat and carfully cut deep inside. I screamed and screamed till I relized I couldn't hear my self any more. Nodding the skunk motioned the doc to hurry up and finish.

Next I was forced to watch as the doctor force a through penis plug into my hard kit cock. It burned as hell as he used no lube and it streched my hole wide. I tried to scream but nothing came out of my muzzle. I just watched with tears as he covered my cock with ice to force my cock to soften enough to slip back into my white sheath. He fixed a Sheath Locker on me and weilded it to the steel ring that locked to. I guess the was no need for a lock as this thing was never coming off now.

The skunk left as the doctor told him he could pick me up in a few days when every thing healed up. When my owner had left the doctor bent over me and whispered softly in my ear. "I'm sorry little one I tried to buy you twice. You're mom wasn't happy when your dad turned down my offer. Tried to save you from him to, you're in for alot of pain. His pets never last long"

With that he gave me another shot that let me move and thankfully killed all the pain. The next year was hell, my new master delighted in rapeing my rear and mouth every night. Once when I accidently hit his cock with one of my sharp teeth he grew very angery and beat my nearly to death. The next day I was taken in and had all my teeth painfully filed till they were smooth and round.

One of his favorite things was to tease me with my raccon plush. He would order me to pick it up with my paws, which he know I couldn't do. Every time he would threaten to tare it up right in front of me if I didn't. He never did though. He also enjoyed poking my young nuts with red hot needles for hours on end.

Finally one day in the spring, I remember it clearly it was pouring and very cold outside, he picked me up and just threw me outside by the gabage cans. He said he grew tired of me and I was nothing but trash now. As a final insult he ripped up my plush and scatted the wet bits over me as he turned around and walked back into his house.

I don't know how long I stayed there in the rain, my tears masked by the wetness all around. I finally got up and wandered off alone. I walked and walked till I was to weak to go on. I collasped in a puddle. The last thing I remember is two strong paws picking me up and holding me tight. I soothing voice telling me to sleep every thing will be alright.*

The fox sighed and and stopped typing, his little stubs of fingers ached badly. He leaned back in the chair, his eyes fell upon the broken form of his former master between his legs. His thoughts drifted back to a couple monthes ago. His new master; no he thought, his husband tracked down the skunk and brought him back to their little home.

He had snarled siently and savagely beat the liveing shit out of his old owner for hours. After he had tired himself out he showed his lover what he wanted done to the skunk. He had help holding an old jagged knife as he dug out the mephit's vocal cords. He had smirked as he looked down on the bloody mess he had made, the skunk was thrashing about in pain trying to scream.

Satisfied that his victum was just as mute as himself he proccedded to the next part as his lover patched up the wounds in the skunk's throat. Paiently he waited till his mate was finished as his stubby little paws were to small and damaged to tie the knots needed to hold the victum down. Once that was done with help again he raised a large hammer and smashed it down on the tied up mute's paws. All four of them were a bloody pulp minutes later. The skunk had mercifully passed out by then.

The fox and coyote were so bent on taking their revange they didn't care and continued, something the poor fox didn't get. Next the savage duo removed the skunks arms and legs right at the turso. Quickly the wounds were stiched up and presto instant skunk worm. They clicked off the lights and headed to bed exhuasted still covered in blood. The next morning they continued their work. The worm of a skunk was awake and mutely screaming in pain. The evil team just chuckled and procedded with the next phase.

They dumped out a bag of verious objects where thier victum had to watch. The fox propped up the worm so he was forced to look at his crotch. Even now it stood out hard and mocked it's owner's captor. The fox bared his fangs and made to bite off the thing that had abused and hurt him for so long. The coyote gave a light bop on the foxes nose and shook his head no. They had other more crul plans for it.

The coyote gave the fox another stern look causing a small silent whimper as he hold the skunk's head to watch. From the pile the coyote pulled a small portible furnase for melting metal. He plug it in and gently started to play with the cock to keep it hard. Finally after an hour or so it was time to really start the fun. In a small crusible he placed small ingots of metal and place it in to the furnase. From the pile he pulled out a thick hollow steel tube, he lubed it up and pressed the tappered end into the skunk's piss slit. Slowly the invader sank in deeper as the skunk tried to thrash limbs he no longer had.

Giving the the still rock hard cock a poke the coyote tied it off at the base to make sure it stayed hard. Checking he pulled on thick heat proof gloves and pulled out the crusible filled with molten red hot metal. He set it down on a heat proof tile and stood up. The coyote by far wasn't the most buff fur out there, but his strength was enough to lift the now lighter skunk. He postioned the strangled cock over the liquid metal and almost was about to plunge it in when he remembered something. He motioned his mate over and pointed to the hole in the plug that was buried inside that meat. Swiftly the fox threaded in one of the premade screws and sealed it off, hurrying he backed up to watch.

Even wiggling the skunk was no match for the canine's power as his cock was slowly lowed. His back arched as he felt the blistering heat at the tip of his pride and joy. Again he tried to scream as the whole thing was plunged in, sheath included. Slowly it was pulled out and dipped in cold water to cool and harden. When that was done the coyote untied the string so they wouldn't have to remove their trophy just yet. Next he took a small grinder a carefully cuut away the exxess metal, leavinge the screw exposed and able to be removed. He did so and picked up a polishing device and worked on that cock and sheath till it shined.

He set the passed out skunk back down and stood back admiring his work. Its wasn't a crud attempt at permanent chasity liked his fox still had, it was a work of art. That cock would remain forever hard and alive but never have any feeling again. He hummed to himself and thought something was not yet done. He whispered in his fox's ear, who eagerly nodded and grinned at the idea.

The coyote took a small scapal and slit the skunk's sack open right down the middle. Two large and plump nuts spilled out and jerked on their cords. The coyote grabbed them and dipped them into the slightly cooler liquid metal.. He pulled them out and dipped them in the water to cool.

Once again the skunk passed from the pain, as his metal nuts were polished till they gleamed. The sack was sewn back up leaving the metal nuts dangling outside. The last final mod was every last one of the skunk's teeth were smashed out. They left the bloody mess to a blissful sleep as they went to clean up and go about their day.

That was three months ago. For the first frw weeks the fox beat and savegly abused his new slave. He even ripped his former tomenter's ass wide open with a massive strap on. As the weeks passed the abuse slowed the stopped. He didn't even notice now as his pet was sucking on small furry sack. The fox sighed and pushed the skunk away from his crotch and started to type once again.

*I can't go on like this any more. I've become no better then the bastard who bought me. I'm nothing but a monster now. I love you hun but this is goodbye. Maybe we'll meet in the next life.*

The fox saved his work and left the file open for his love to read. He gently picked up the skunk and carried the much older fur to the bed and set him down. He grabbed a plastic bag and wordsly whispered I'm sorry to the skunk on the bed before slipping the bag over his head and through his collar. He laid back down to slowly pass out from the lack of air.

Sounds of a door opening and closing could be heard from downstairs. Shouts of I've home rang through the silent house. Sounds of worry and the thuds heay paws running up stairs echoed loudly. The coyote was in a panic, his lover never failed to run up and hug him when he walked in the door. The bedroom door flew open and he shrieked as the sight of his lover with a bag over his head and was very still. The skunk worm was next to him trying to pull the bag off with his gums.

The coyote ran up and pushed the creature away and ripped the bag off, craddling the fox he called 911 and gently hugged the still form tight till he heard the sounds of sirens pulling up to his door.

~Flash three weeks later~

A small foxed and stired letting out a cry of pain as he flexed his fingers. Wait fingers? The cry of pain was cut off as a look of puzzlement crossed the face of the fox. Slowly he raised his arm. There they were two perfectly normal paws. He let out a small sound of amazement and once again looked puzzled, sound? He tested and tried to speak. It took some effort as he hadn't tried to speak in a long time.

"Hello?" it was a small whisper but he heard it, he tried again and it was a bit louder. Stopping when it started to hurt he rolled over and felt something brush across his groin. He reached his paw down under the sheets expecting to touch cold metal. He gasped as his paw touched a tender sheath covered in bandages.

He felt all around, there was no sign of the metal cage he had carried with him for the past two years. He was about to shout in glee when a tender paw tapped his muzzle.

"Don't try to speak yet my love. Your new vocal cords need a little more time to heal." The fox looked up into the teary eyes of his lover. His now normal fingers reached up and brushed that wonderful face. Those eye became hard as the coyote gave one of his famous stern looks.

"YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO DO THAT!" the coyote raised his voice angerly. "IF THE SKUNK HADN"T MADE A SMALL HOLE IN THAT BAG YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD!" The coyote sighed and calmed himself down as he saw he was scareing is recovering love. "I'm sorry hun, you just really scared me." He spoke lightly. "I had a surprise for you that day but you already found it. I was able to save enough to get you some new cybernetic paws and vocal cords. We manged to finnaly free your crotch." he hugged the fox softly and nodded over to the bed next to him.

The fox looked of and saw the skunk laying there still sleeping. "We managed to replace his limbs but his vocal cords were to damaged to. We also for his heath removed his genitals. If you look closly you can see them haning around his neck." He walked over and lightly stoked the skunk's head fur. "If it was't for him I would have lost you."

The fox just cried his victum saved his life. He shuffled out of bed and with help from his love bent over the skunk's ear. He whispered softly. "I love you and forgave you a long time ago. I hope you can forgive me for what I did to you." Still teary eyed he laid back down and fell a sleep.

~Flash three years later~

A fox, a skunk, and a coyote sat around a table, this had become a tradition for them on the day a fox tried to kill himself. The coyote was nude save for the metal cock and balls hanging around his neck hiding the large white jagged scar. He was still mute but he prefered it that way. Last year as a preasent the replace the dentures he had been using with a trip to the dentist. They had replaced all of his lost teeth with implants. The fox was also nude save for a small scar over his neck. Together the three held paws and just cried glad they were together and plan on being so for many many more. This day would be spent in complete silence in the memory of the past.