Pet Breeding
_DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction, and intended as such. All characters are copyright of lpandbb and should be used with permission. As such, this story is also of adult content and should not be read or accessed by those younger than 18, or whatever your legal age limit of such things are (some places say 21). The author does not condone rape and intends this story for fantasy uses only. Thank you.
For those that don't know, because it might not be very clear, the story takes place in Colonial America, or a form of it, during the 18th century._
She had been born with a name. That was sort of silly to say. Everyone had been born with a name. But the name she knew now wasn't the name that she'd been born with. In fact, she could barely remember a time when she had heard that name. It had to have been years. The wolf scrubbed the stoop, the country home quiet in the serene clearing. One of many chores entrusted to her in exchange for her staying. Should a pet displease Master, she was sent away, never heard from again. Master watched her, his fierce golden eyes calm, his heavy mane well combed, styled in the current fashionable way, down to the black ribbon at the back. His hindpaws wrapped in dark, pristine black leather, shined to a gleaming finish, his trousers a deep blue, and his white shirt pressed to perfection, the waistcoat of the same hue, embroidered with gold thread. He was a wealthy lion, and he liked to show it. Not just in his dress, but also in his slaves. Such as the wolf at the stoop.
She had cost him a pretty penny, nearly £40 sterling. At first, he'd thought the price outrageous. She was untrained, savage, uneducated, and yet, he had been assured that the price was fair. Two years later, the lovely creature answered his every whim, and he was pleased. She was as cultured at the ladies of court, polite, delicate. Had she been of noble birth, lords, had she been a CAT, she would have made a fine Lady of the House. As such, she was canine, so she remained little more than a pet.
His gaze took in her form, knowing it well. At nearly fifteen years of age, she was small and lithe, slight. As if the barest wind would sweep her away. Her coat was patterned differently from other wolf slaves he'd seen. The cream underbelly and paws gave way to a heavy auburn, over which a rich sable traced against her spine, over her ears, down her full tail. Her eyes were a warm amber with more orange in their depths, unlike his own golden ones. Her honey to his brass. And yet, that lovely pelt was hidden under civilized clothing, a long gown of soft linen, cut to show her figure, yet still modest. Her headfur, long and black as the deepest pits of Hell, curled in soft waves in its confining, low tie at the nape of her neck. A few strands fell into those heart-stopping eyes, and she brushed them away absently.
The lion's gaze turned back to the letter in his hand, as if he had forgotten it. They had finally come to an agreement. Issac Dawton, the lynx vineyard owner, had aquired a stunning wolf himself not three months before. The slave, if he remembered, was a burly stud, fur black as his girl's headfur, and thick, the eyes a sharp green. He was as savage as they came, just barely allowed out of quarters, with a tendancy to bite. That was all that had held him back. The thought of breeding his little wolf, whom he had named Nora, had toyed with his mind for nearly a year now. But he was terribly picky. He wouldn't breed her to just any canine that wandered by. No, she would have a proper sire for her pup. But when he had first seen the male in question, he'd been taken aback. While he never had relations with his pets, like many of his peers, he still felt fondly for them, Nora in particular. He didn't want harm to befall her simply out of a desire to breed her. But Dawton had assured him that the male was tame enough to mind his manners.
She would be sent to the vineyard. He himself had to go to Charlestown for the night and into the next day, over her heat, so the lynx would see to her. The lion, called Samuel, set the letter down for the third time that week, checking the small pocket watch carefully. As if that was the cue they had been waiting for, the black buggy glided up his drive, the perfect grey carriage horse showing just enough spirit to be flashy. Samuel had to hold back a smile. He himself bred that little mare. Hence why Nora's breeding wasn't costing him a single pence. It had been a trade. The mare for a pup. Fair trade in his opinion. The mare's brother was already standing at his dam's side in the north pasture. He straightened, pulling on his tailored coat professionally, and striding for the door, just as Dawton himself stepped down. He didn't even look at the wolf kneeling by the stoop, his boots caked with mud as he walked right over her. He scraped them off and stepped inside to talk business, the door closing behind him. The little wolf sighed silently, and started to scrub again.
Inside, Samuel motioned for Issac to sit, and the lynx did so, his hat resting on his knee. "I was worried you wouldn't come," Samuel murmured, his voice rumbling from deep within his chest as he poured a glass of bourbon, glancing at his guest. Issac nodded in approval.
"We had a bit of a misshap," the lynx admitted, taking the offered glass. "Colt broke loose, and the toms were having trouble catching him."
"Toms? I thought you were going to castrate your foxes."
"I will, but we've got several little vixens in, just hit their first heat. I thought I'd get some kits out of them first before I geld them." He drained the glass, setting it on the edge of the desk. "Now, to business. I am here to retrieve your bitch. You said there were some conditions, yes?"
Samuel nodded, sitting down as well. "I will not have her harmed, Issac. She is dear to me, as dear as a slave can be, and her well-being must be placed above anything else. Is that understood?"
The lynx arched his eyebrow. "Do you not trust me, Samuel?"
"I have seen some of the foxes from your vineyard. I will not have Nora in the same state."
"She's a canine. They're little more than animals."
The lion shook his head slightly, eyes narrowing. "All the same. Treat her with care. She is unbred, and will not understand what is going on. If you have to restrain her for the act, do so delicately. Comfort her."
Issac nodded slowly, but inside, he snorted in disgust. Comfort a dog? Never. If the breeding wasn't to her liking, she could live with it. Let her precious Master comfort her when he came home. "Alright," he said mildly. "Did she need to pack anything?"
Again, Samuel shook his head, standing as well. "She has already done so. Nora is aware that she is going somewhere, but she doesn't know where or to what purpose. She is an innocent."
In his mind, Issac gave a delightful shiver. He would have fun with this assignment. "We'll take care of her, Samuel. You worry about your horses in Charlestown."
He led the way back outside, and Samuel stopped long enough for another of his slaves, a gangly, half-grown coyote, pick up the bag they had packed for Nora, and the girl handed it to the slave in question as Samuel turned to her. "Nora, you will be staying with Master Dawton for the duration of my trip, understood? Obey him the same way you would obey me."
Her eyes narrowed slightly in confusion, but she gave a slight curtsy of acknowledgement before following the lynx to the buggy. He didn't help her up, but he did wait long enough for her to get settled on the back bench before he snapped the reins on the mare, and they trotted back down the lane.
The ride wasn't a long one. Nora knew the vineyard well, having run errands here before for Master. She never liked the place. Not one bit, but what could she do? This was what Master wanted.. and it wasn't as if she had to stay here permanently. It was just for a night. Master Dawton stopped the buggy at the main house, hopping out, and he strode inside. "John!" he yelled up the stairs. "Get the bitch set up in the breeding shed! Samuel said she came into season last night. I'll get the brute." John was the lynx's oldest son and as nasty as they came. There was no telling how many little lynx-fox hybrids were running through the county because of him. He made his way down the stairs as she finally slipped to the ground, holding her bag tightly to her, trembling. He grinned, his gaze dragging down her form, making no effort to hide it. "So, you're the lucky little bitch Sam wanted bred.."
Bred? Master hadn't said anything about being bred. Nora's ears pulled back, but she made no sound to the young lynx, her gaze dropping quickly out of respect, just like she was taught. John simply snickered, lunging, grabbing her arm. She started, tried to take a step back, but he was having none of that. He dragged her, throwing the bag from her arms, and it landed on the road, forgotten. Nora struggled, whining as his claws dug into her pelt, trying to stop him. He didn't even seem to notice.
The breeding shed, as Issac had called it, was little more than a root cellar, underground so that none could hear the screams from its occupants. The opening was in a shed, however, and he threw her down the wooden steps without ceremony before following her down, watching as she tried to scramble down. He could smell her heat from here, and she didn't even realize what it was. "This your first heat, bitch? Or your second?" Nora backed away from him, her heart hammering in her chest. "I asked you a question, slave. Were you not taught to mind your betters?" He grabbed a fistful of her hair, slapping her sharply, knocking her back to the ground.
The blow was enough to make her vision dim, and he took the opportunity to rip off the garments she wore, leaving her nude to his hungry gaze. His erection strained against his trousers, and he gave another of his wicked snickers. "Ol Roy's going to have fun with you, isn't he?" he said, yanking her back to her feet. She whimpered, trying to pull back, blood running from her slender muzzle. John pulled her to a strange contraption, a frame of some sort, and he pushed her to her knees next to it. Each leg went between two boards, wrapped in soft, padded leather, straps buckled over them so that she couldn't stand, and her paws were pressed to the wall, strapped there as well. It left her with her legs spread wide, bent over at the waist, and she couldn't move.
She was crying now, trying to break the bonds, and John laughed, watching her. "What's the matter, bitch? Not in the mood? Oh, I'm sure we could change that, if you'd like." He knelt behind her, his finger finding her slit. It was true that she was in heat, very obviously in heat, but she must have been too stupid to realize it. He touched the puffy lips, scratching them, pinching them. Nora cried out, twisting her hips, trying to fight him off as he watched, his grin wicked. He did enjoy these little games. His fingers found her clit, and he pinched that as well, the scream that came to his ears as sweet as honey. "Why, whatever is the matter?" he asked pleasantly, two of his fingers shoving up into her with terrible force. God, she was tight...Too bad HE couldn't have at her.. Not until afterward, when Roy had had his fun.. Samuel wouldn't take kindly to a halfbreed coming from his bitch...
Nora trembled, still trying to fight the bonds as she sobbed desperately, his fingers skewring her lewdly. "Stop!" she begged. "Sir, please!"
He laughed at that, smacking her backside harshly, making her jump. "A talking bitch!" he exclaimed with obvious delight. "What a trick! Speak again, Queen of Fleas!"
"John, that's enough," Issac said in a bored tone, yanking the burly male wolf behind him. He'd been fitted with a muzzle for the transport, but that wouldn't stay on long. The female's scent would be enough to distract him from biting his master. Already, those sharp green eyes were on her quivering form, her netherlips wet from heat and the unwanted attention. John stood, moving past his father, just as Issac slipped off the muzzle and chain that kept Roy in line. Hurriedly, they both closed the heavy door, leaving the two alone.
They had left, but she knew she wasn't alone.. There was no way they would leave her alone. She could smell another male. A wolf, and her heart hammered in her chest as she struggled harder. "No!" she sobbed. "No, don't! Please!" Roy didn't seem to hear. Her scent was driving him wild. While he was still untrained, he wasn't the most stable of wolves in the first place. His instincts ruled him, and one was clearly out in the lead now for his attention. He moved to her, growling softly under his breath, going to one knee to press his nose right against her sex. The tiny female, dwarfed by the male, squealed at the feel, instantly clenching down on nothing. Roy chuckled in amusement, his tongue darting out. She was heaven. Honey on his tastebuds, and he strove deeper.
Nora let that squeal out again, trying to pull her hips forward as his tongue sank between her lips. She had never had anything inside her, not in this manner, and while her form trembled, the weight of her heat took hold, and she felt her walls clench on the invader. He growled, his paws catching her breasts now, squeezing them roughly, blunt claws digging in, even as he bit at her shoulder, quickly becoming aroused. His erection peeked through, hardening, growing as he knelt behind her, draping himself ove rher form. "No," she pleaded. "Please, don't...." She sobbed, tears streaking down her face, fighting for air as she continued to struggle. The male growled, running his paws through her hair now before smoothing down her sides to her hips, holding them for a moment as he tried to find her opening. He was wasting no time.
She wouldn't hold still. Every time he tried to thrust forward, her hips would move, and he would miss. Roy growled darkly. "Stop moving," he snarled, his accent thick.
"Don't.. please, don't hurt me."
"I won't if you hold still."
"I don't want this," Nora sobbed, shaking her head. The male grabbed her tail, pulling it up tightly, exposing her, holding her still at the same time, even as he leaned forward. "But I do," he whispered, even as he thrust forward. In that one movement, Nora was in pain. She screamed, trying to pull away. He was too big! She felt on the verge of tearing, and she twisted, howled, her voice hoarse from the force of her scream. Roy groaned tightly, holding her hips sealed to his now, clearly enjoying the feel of her spasming walls gripping his cock. He didn't wait for her to get adjusted to his girth. Pulling back, he slammed back home, and she let out another pain-filled cry. He found that he liked that sound very much. He pulled back, watching as his member became visible under her tail. Blood stained its already scarlet length, and he gave a dark chuckle before shoving back into her. "I'll make you mine," he growled, nipping at her neck.
The black wolf set a grueling pace, his hips slapping against hers roughly, his hands gripping her waist. And still, the tiny female fought him, her loins aching with the sheer size of his cock. She couldn't hold that much! Nora screamed, twisting as she continued to beg for mercy until he got tired of listening and grabbed her muzzle in his hand, clamping it shut, never slowing his thrusts. She sobbed as she knelt there, unable to do more than take the abuse. He couldn't get his entire length in. She was too shallow. He growled in frustration, pausing just long enough to move his knees a bit closer, placing them on the outside of hers, and he shoved harder into her with each thrust, trying to get as much in as he could.
Nora was beyond screaming now. She stayed still, her mouth clamped around a silent cry of agony, her breath leaving her in deep, heaving gasps. He was determined, she knew. This wasn't going to be the worst of it. Not by far. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she felt something she hadn't thought of before. Her body was responding to the mindless mating. He didn't feel quite as large, it wasn't so difficult for him to thrust within her now, and a strange, lewd sound met her ears. She pulled them back sharply, wincing silently now as he continued, and the minutes dragged out.
He panted in her ear, concentrating on his movements, his need, She could feel something hitting her netherlips now, something bigger than his girth. What was that? She blinked, frowning in confusion, unaware of what her mate had in store for her. He was close, so terribly close.. With a sudden snarl, she felt his hips pull back even farther, and slam back up. Unlike with the other thrusts, though, once he had hit the end of her tunnel, he kept pushing. He let go of her muzzle, grabbing her hips with both paws, and she found herself screaming anew as he pushed deeper and deeper, his knot straining against her pussy lips. And finally, the head of his penis shoved through her cervix. He finally had the room to tie her, and he pushed one last time, growling loudly as he finally shoved himself in her completely.
Nora was screaming, the sound mingling with his howl as his ballsack constricted, the muscles in his abdomen clenching. Ribbons of his seed flooded her, burning as they coursed through her, looking for that special sanctuary hidden deep within her. And still, he kept trying to move, his thrusts shallow, and erratic, as if the movements would push the cum deeper. She felt much too full now, like she drank too much warm water. It was enough to make her sick. She swallowed at the bile that rose in her throat, coughing, trembling, memories of that pain forever etched in her brain.
Finally, the huge male slowed, panting, his knot still buried in her. He tested it, pulling at it gently, and she gave a soft moan, shaking her head. "Don't," she pleaded. He chuckled, but didn't do it again, letting his claws rake gently through the fur of her back, like a gentle petting that her Master would have given, as if she were a feral dog. Her tears still fell, but she felt comfort from the touch.
The cats were watching from the door, and after several moments, he was finally able to pull free from her, ignoring her soft cry of pain. Issac entered quickly, snapping the muzzle back in place, the chain around the thick neck. Roy growled darkly, trying to pull back, but Issac was having none of that, already yanking him up out of the cellar, and back to his own quarters.
John had his own job to do, and he found the special device his father had designed, a special pluglike tool. He wasted no time putting it to use, shoving it in, and the bitch whimpered again, wincing. "Can't have that leaking out, can we?" he murmured softly, his grin back as he lifted her tail, his finger tracing the outline of her tailhole before he attempted to press his claw in. She whined, twisting her hips, trying to pull her tail down to cover herself. He pulled harder, yanking it up straight, chuckling at the sound of her sudden yelp. "We're not done yet," he murmured. "You're only here for one night.. and while I can't have your little pussy, I'm sure I can find another use for you.." He pressed harder against her tailhole, and it finally slipped in. She whined, wincing.
The cat stood, dropping his trousers, his erection already exposed and throbbing, the barbs visible. He knelt behind her, and instantly thrust into her virgin hole. She screamed, arching against his hold. He grinned, already moving, making the movements slow, so that the barbs could drag across her flesh, making it as painful as possible for her. "I do believe that you are enjoying this..."
He tortured her all night, and the next morning, he hid all evidence of his abuse, washing her down, removing the plug. The padded restraints left no marks on her, so it seemed as if she was just traumatized by the event of the actual mating. Issac took her back to Samuel, arriving just after the lion had walked in the door. He turned, meeting them on the steps, but he blinked at the sight of his little Nora. She seemed shaken, more than shaken. She seemed broken.
Issac was apologetic. "He got away from us, Samuel, rushed her. I am terribly sorry.. We did try to hold him back, but the brute was having none of it. The mating was completed, however, and we did our best for her."
The lion frowned, stepping forward, and Nora instantly went to him, hugging him tightly. It was normally a taboo to show such affections toward a Master, but she needed the comfort, and he was glad to give it. Samuel sighed. "Thank you, Issac. I shall be sure to keep an eye on her. You are sure the mating took?"
"As sure as I can be, Samuel," the lynx said, his expression showing none of the evidence that he'd known exactly what had happened in his cellar that night. Oh, he knew about his son's actions, but Samuel didn't.
As the cat left, Samuel had Nora taken to her quarters, and she was allowed to rest. Her chores were given to other slaves, and her Master kept her company. The mating had been successful, and it wasn't very long before she was holding a beautiful daughter, her pelt slicked with sweat from the efforts of her labor. Samuel was proud of himself. It had been a good pairing, with a good offspring to show for it. He would have to remember this in the future, should he want to breed Nora back to Issac's Ol' Roy.