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"Bought"

Asyria was breathing erratically, feeling each exhale bounce back off of whatever material was in front of her. The warmth of her own breath giving a mysterious calming factor as the raccoon fought with an increasing panic rising inside of her chest. Over the course of what felt like hours the woman battled against her restraints she found herself in. Each scream met with a shocking pain as the gag wrapped around her snout extended to the deepest reaches of her throat, and the wrists painfully tugging at the chains attached to the inner side of what felt like a wooden box. Even though her eyes had adjusted to the darkness that wrapped around her, it had become increasingly difficult to focus on anything.

Tears fell from her eyes and ran down her cheeks as her mind raced trying to peace together broken memories. "What happened last night? What's happening to me?". The last concrete memory was of the celebrating cocktail party thrown in her honor with coworkers flooding around her congratulating after the news of a promotion spread through the office. The recalling of the happiness she felt re-lit a fire to struggle more against her restraints to no avail. Words of encouragement and appreciation of all of the hard work she had done that merited her nomination for the newly opened position. That feeling was gone now, replaced with uneven attempts at struggling as the natural fight or flight instinct kicked in. It was the sudden and ear deafening thud that had startled her back into reality. Ears capable of picking up the soft creak of wood as it seemed like the walls of her prison were being strained.

The sound of destruction startled her at first, but it was the sudden flash of light that had blinded her. Her eyes closing in pain as the light engulfed the familiar darkness with her body flailing against a now more lenient restraint system. The pain fading from her eyes as they adjusted to the new light source, her rediscovered capability to focus sending a wave of panic throughout her system as she was capable of understanding her surroundings. To her front stood a man in a dark masquerade ball mask flourished gold trimming and an intricate pattern she was incapable of making out. The stranger was holding a microphone and speaking to the large crowd in front of him, the hundreds of shadowy figures all focused on the spotlight focused on Asyria. The panic attack caused her to struggle again, a painful muffled scream escaping from her throat as she realized that she had been traveling in a wooden crate, metal rings screwed into the sides to hold the chains in place.

"Ah-ha. It would seem that our next property for sale has finally joined us.", the sound echoed through the small auditorium, overpowering the sound of scattered chuckles, "This raccoon comes to us special and will sadly be one of the higher priced auctions that we will be having tonight, and you'll need to trust me when I tell you that she'll be worth every penny."

Immediately her ears flattened against her head, the sound of the voice repeating in her ears as she struggled against the chains, the rattling of the her struggles once again giving way to the sound of chuckles throughout the audience. A painful throbbing in her throat persisted after she had exhausted her vocal cords, the rage subsiding inside as the raccoon sat there on the stage. If she was going to escape with her life, she was going to have to strategize a plan and wait for the best opportunity to execute it.

She had accepted that the best course of action would be to plan out an escape strategy, and being looked at by hundreds on stage while chained and muffled was not going to allow her a sustained chance of freedom. Rationality pushing past the panic as she sat there on the stage, her eyes locked on the man in the mask who seemed so familiar to her, she hoped to get a good look at him before the entire ordeal was over with. "I know it's my job to squeeze as much of your wallet that I possibly can, but it's with great assurance that I can tell you that the lovely specimen that you see in front of you is already halfway there to becoming the perfect whore to round out your collection. This little raccoon is capable of doing many things that you might desire; sexual training or favors, common house chores, or being put on display for your house guests. She comes to us untrained and against her will, which will put the starting bid just north of a quarter million."

The spotlight that had been focusing on her for so long split off into two, one still illuminating her place on the stage and the other moving above to a very dim and flat screen that seemed to hold now illumination. The distraction cause Asyria to turn her head as much as the restraints allowed, her eyes widening in fear as the price was incrementing on the screen above her every few seconds as the audience began putting in their bids. Everything had slowed down to a noticeable blur for her as every click and hum of the stage flushed through her ears, her eyes focused on the masked man hiding behind the golden trim as he barked compliments and updates through the microphone.

"Alright folks, it's been an incredible hour since we set the opening bid and with the rules of this organization in place, the maximum time limit has been reached. I can understand it's not every day you see such a beautiful raw piece of property on this stage, and only one of you will be enjoying this specimen for the rest of her life. I would love to congratulate number eighty four for their winning bid of three and a half million dollars with some change to spare of course. You'll be able to pick up your merchandise at the end of the show, if you will please wait a few more minutes so that we can prepare for the next auction."

A mixture of emotions swept over her as she trembled, unintentionally shaking the chains as the auctioneer approached. "Don't worry your little head too much, you are going to a very good home Asyria." A familiar chuckle came from his approach as Asyria felt a small prick in her neck. The syringe injecting the raccoon with a serum; making her feel faint, body shutting down, and blurring her vision. Hatred burned into her cheeks as the last imagine she consciously saw before going limp was that of her old boss, a sickening grin on his vulpine face as he removed the black masquerade mask.

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"Wake up"

Asyria jolted awake as the freezing water splashed against her fur seconds before a jolt of electricity was prodded against the side of her neck, just above the newly placed thick leather collar. An emotional ear-piercing scream echoing throughout the barn as her blurred vision began to take in her new surroundings. She was on her knees with her arms tied behind her back, each individual knot of rope looping around a support beam to keep the raccoon restrained. Before she had time to take in more of her whereabouts her vision went dark, the fabric of a bag covering her and pushing her ears against the side of her head.

She struggled, the ropes tightening around her with each frustrated attempt of strength, eventually tiring herself out as the grip holding her in place became too much for the raccoon to bear. It was in this exhausted state that she felt two overpowering arms grab her by the shoulders, thumbs pressing down on her collarbones. The ropes whined as she was lifted up slightly, the tight pressure painfully constricting her breathing as she felt an extremely cold metallic feeling enter inside of her, her body shivering from the contact as the foreign object penetrated deep inside of her uterus while the strong arms sat her back down on her knees. The object was barely touching her cervix when it began to vibrate in a very mundane slow pattern, her muscles twitching with uncertainty as she whined from the experience.

"Don't worry little one, we are very delicate in our training. You don't worry your pretty little head over anything now, just lose yourself to the vibrations.", a soft feminine voice spoke to her from somewhere in the barn, her knees shifting against the loose hay on the ground. The same set of strong-willed arms gently grabbed at her left breast, the masculine thumb rubbing an ointment over the nipple, and with how cold the liquid was when it came in contact it wasn't long before the nipple was capable of saluting whoever was passing by. Asyria was distracted by both the massaging of her breasts by what felt like a masculine figure and the vibrations emitting from the source inside of her, her breathing increasing slightly from all of the attention when the piercing pain attacked her senses, the needle pushing itself through the nipple swiftly as if the steady hands holding the breast in place had done this thousands of times before.

Sitting on her knees, Asyria shifted her weight to deal with the pain as she felt the same process repeating itself with her right breast, muffled screams turning to pleading as the piercing pain numbed her body yet again. "There there little one, the hard part is over with as long as you cooperate. We'll be back in a couple hours to check in on you, but you make sure that you get as much rest as you can. We have quite the busy day ahead of us." After the mysterious voice left and the barn doors closed and the raccoon was left with nothing but silence, she began to weep to herself.

That night was the most exhausting night that Asyria ever experienced, the vibrating inside of her made sure that she couldn't properly rest or sleep, and the vibrations never were enough to be considered pleasure. When the pain from her knees became too much to bear she shifted her weight enough to relieve the aches only temporarily, and the more that her hips swayed from side to side, the less relief was offered. By the time that the loud sounds of the doors opening came around, the raccoon was physically, mentally, and sexually exhausted. As the dark sack was forced off of her head and the light blinded her, Asyria was finally able to see the source of the feminine voice; A tall timber wolf wearing an extremely professional secretary outfit with an under bust corset over the top of a white dress shirt.

"Morning little one, did you have a good night?", She walked over to the exhausted raccoon, her heels very lightly tapping against the ground as she approached. "You look like you didn't sleep a wink! I told you that you better rest and you ignored my command, and that will just not do." The wolf gave a swift motion with her wrists and began to walk back towards the open barn doors. The servant holding the sack immediately tied a leash around the center ring on the collar around Asyria's neck, pulling it tightly before cutting the ropes that tied her to the support beam. "Bring her to room delta, I have a feeling this one will break easily."

Being able to fully stretch out her legs brought a rushing relief to the exhausted raccoon two fold; the metallic object that was trying it's hardest to vibrate her insides raw was removed from her vagina, and the ropes that were holding her in place and squeezing her entire frame finally allowed her to breathe properly. The moment of relief was short lived as the servant replaced the dark sack onto Asyria's head, tugging at her leash forcefully in guidance as the two walked in silence towards their destination. Incapable to fully understand where she was being led too, the passage of time seemed to decrease as it seemed to take forever to get to 'room delta'.

After numerous corridor twists and turns, the servant turned around and removed fabric from her head and motioned for her to walk into the room on her own will. As she entered the room, the freezing atmosphere immediately caused her nipples to throb in pain, the recently done piercing rubbing against the stiff nipples as she approached the figure at the center of the room. "Good girl, you came in here without an attempt to flee, which gets you a nice reward." The wolf moved from the center of the room towards Asyria, reaching into a pocket of her skirt to pull out a very small perfume bottle and immediately spraying the substance right at the raccoon's snout. A moan escaping from the throat of Asyria as she could feel a moist feeling in between her legs. "Every time you do something that exceeds my expectations, you'll get a nice spray from this bottle. I do have to warn you little one, I've heard that my pheromone's are quite addicting." Asyria's tongue was hanging out of her snout as her mind succumbed to the pleasure that she had been denied all of the night prior, her thighs rubbing against each other half in anticipation and half for pleasuring the poor girl's overly sensitive sex drive. The raccoon stood next to the stool, waiting for the next instruction as the servant left the two alone together.

"You will forever call me Mistress Nora and I want you to understand that the only time it's acceptable for you to emit that awful aroma of yours is when you are around my presence." Nora clipped at her skirt, moving the fabric down her legs as her hips twisted themselves to allow the raccoon a much better view of her crotch, which all of this time had been hiding a rather well-endowed hermaphrodite. "I understand the effects I have on women, and I want you to make the conscious decision to fall for me. This is your time to turn out of the room and go back to your life as a software engineer. Back to your position in that company, fully capable of bossing around everybody who sold you out to that market, my boss is perfectly okay with losing the money he spent on you. On the other hand, you can finally fulfill that itch that's been scratching at your vagina all night long little one, you can climb on top of this stool and ride me until you explode your cute little self all over my crotch, I'll even give you permission to stain the fabric of my clothes with your cute little moist cum. Live this life for as long as you can, and leave all responsibilities behind."

Asyria had already given up hope of escaping from this so-called-estate and the knowledge of the betrayal of her coworkers and peers didn't incite any form of revenge inside of her, she was exhausted and wanting to smell more of the hermaphrodite in front of her, wanting to be with her, wanting to be on top of her. With the admission building inside of her the raccoon moved swiftly towards the stool, raising herself up the timber wolf, and pressing her naked body against her mistress as she lowered her crotch onto the 9" cock, an orgasm washing over her immediately as the erection penetrated inside of her.

"You made the right choice little one" Nora said smiling, spraying the lust-filled raccoon once more with her little spray bottle.