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Apologies for my absence. I've written a story.

WARNING: This story contains rape and all manner of non-consensual acts.

The Aegean Isles

Sometime in the 1930s…

Bailey came upon the Mycenaean temple just as the moon cleared the far horizon. It was an impressive structure, made of carefully cut limestone slabs that had been pieced together like a puzzle, without a hint of mortar. Where the earth had not risen to swallow it, vines and flowering creepers festooned the ancient stonework, all but hiding it from view. Still, she could see traces of swirls and other arcane patterns cut into the stone, enduring the elements as best they could.

Taking off her pack, Bailey dug out her torch and checked her map, moving cautiously as she did so. She'd been hunting for this temple for quite some time, and felt strange having discovered it so clearly ahead of all her rivals.

Bailey had been, since her eighteenth birthday a little over a year before, a very accomplished treasure hunter. Unlike most of the other academics and adventurers who claimed that title, Bailey did not work for a museum or even a government. She had never seen much use in any of that, even if it did lend at least a thin veneer of legitimacy to plundering some poor country of its heritage. She worked directly for wealthy people instead, oligarchs and industrialists and other vultures who wished to own ancient and beautiful things.

It wasn't a very moral way to go about things, perhaps…but it did pay well.

And it let her move more quickly, zipping from place to place and freely stealing information from her rivals. Most of these were British, though she'd crossed the Germans on occasion (not too often though, as they'd recently become a bit too spooky for her tastes) and had even tangled with a Soviet team while hunting for gold in Tibet.

Bailey held it as a point of pride that she had admirers and enemies alike the entire length of the world. Of course, most of those attentions were simply background noise to her. She only paid special attention to a select few people, and what made her current adventure so fun was that her very favorite rival was hunting her.

His name was Hubble, and he was an agent for the British Museum. For the past three months Bailey had made a sport of tracking his movements and stealing his discoveries out from under his nose.

Hubble was a lion, and quite appropriately aristocratic…which only made it all the more enjoyable to ruin his prospects. He hadn't done anything to provoke her attention other than have a very proper Etonian accent, but Bailey was certain that he'd grown to hate her.

He had, after all, put a bomb in the trunk of her car back in Athens.

…Or maybe that had been the Germans.

She could never be sure.

Bailey was still musing over all of this even as she perused her map and the notes she'd made in the margins, all in her own cramped, excitable handwriting. The evening was pleasantly cool and clear, with only the vaguest hint of a breeze. Below her, at the very bottom of the hill she'd climbed up, a tiny scattering of lights glimmered like fireflies. Beyond them lay the restless dark of the sea, black but for the pale suggestions of white crests where waves rushed to a rocky shore.

Above, the sky teemed with a countless multitude of stars.

Bailey paid only partial attention to any of this, for her thoughts had begun to spiral ever more intensely towards what lay within the temple. It had already been discovered by people and explored thoroughly by locals and scientists alike, but none of them had ever managed to discover the hidden antechamber that lay in the very back, past a secret panel that would need to be cleverly opened so as not to break it.

Bailey wanted Hubble, when he finally arrived, to think that he had beaten her…right up to the final moment of dreadful realization.

She couldn't help but smile at the thought.

It occurred to Bailey that she could turn a small circuit around the temple's perimeter, just for the sake of safety, but the night was so quiet and still that she put the notion from her mind. Hubble was nowhere near. She had it on good authority that he was still in Athens, putting together travel papers and the like for the entourage he always traveled with.

Where other treasure hunters packed light (Bailey had once come across an American who carried nothing but a whip…for some reason) Hubble traveled in the manner of a Persian shah, with guards and secretaries and advance scouts. His presence in any town could be felt from miles away.

Checking her notes one last time, Bailey strapped her torch to the front of her blouse and slipped through the temple's crooked doorway, which had sagged badly to one side and was barely wide enough to admit her.

The space within was dark and musty, pale streamers of starlight admitted from gaps along the nearer edge of the roof. They illuminated the shattered remnants of old carvings and statues. The destruction provoked a pang in Bailey's center, for though she was something of a marauder, she still hated seeing artifacts needlessly destroyed.

The dust on the floor had been stirred by recent footsteps, but though Bailey examined the shape of the prints, they wee not familiar. A small heap of cigarette stubs lay scattered in a far corner and Bailey wrinkled her nose at the lingering scent.

Passing quietly to the back of the temple, past a pair of smaller rooms half filled with rubble and piles of stony earth, she came at last upon the row of carved panels that marked the rear of the temple. The one she wanted was second to the left, and thankfully the dust and sand before it was perfectly unmarked.

Nobody had been back here in a long time.

Bailey let out a slow breath and set her pack to one side. She was dressed lightly, in a beige blouse and matching short trousers that came down a little past her knees. It was a good outfit for crawling and scrambling.

Treasure hunting was not the sort of profession that most people dressed up for.

In order to open the panel, she'd need to apply pressure on two specific points, the old Mycenaean symbols that signified the sun. In the old times, priests had opened the antechamber only at dawn, and left it sealed the entire rest of the time.

Bailey was quite small, befitting a sleek brown furred mink, and had to stretch her arms out in order to reach both points. Tiny mechanisms depressed beneath her paws, and though she had her face and chest pressed up against cool, dusty stone, she still felt perfectly happy and at home. The thrill of discovering new things could only be surpassed by a select few things.

Then, suddenly, the panel was falling away, carried by grating stone hinges, and Bailey very nearly fell face first into the space behind it. The air felt dry and smelled like dust.

A wonderful, tickly feeling swept through her, the beam of her torch carrying across skeins of falling dust. It was very likely that she was first person to open the chamber in some three thousand years.

Which meant, more than likely, that there were some goodies stashed away in there.

Unlike other jobs where she had known exactly what she was looking for, the specifics on the temple had been fairly sketchy. This made sense, Bailey supposed, since not much was known about the Mycenaeans, other than that they had been uncommonly good at stonework and architecture.

The item she'd been asked to find, though, was a special divining rod, made of bronze and inset with gems. Her client, a Greek shipping magnate, had promised quite a lot of money if she could get the scepter to him before some foreign museum snatched it up.

She stepped cautiously into the antechamber, which was small and surprisingly cramped, more a storage room than anything else. It still held a certain grandeur, though, for there were copper sockets along the walls where bundles of burning reeds might once have been set. The ceiling was dark with soot.

A series of bronze lined cabinets had been set into the back wall, surrounded by symbols relating to the sun and the sea. Their doors had long since disintegrated, and Bailey could see places where bundles of scrolls had met with a similar fate.

Other items glinted from amidst the decay, and she approached these, moving carefully. A small face mask made of hammered gold. A rusty sword with a broad, triangular blade. There was a sapphire set into its hilt and Bailey reminded herself to come back for it.

Pots and urns were lined up in a neat row, marvelously intact. On the nearest was a scene of sacrifice, priests leading a line of placid cows to a place where flames rose like a pillar into the sky.

Then, much to her surprise, Bailey saw a glint of silver. A necklace, spotted with black corrosion but otherwise shockingly intact, lay between two char streaked pots. At its center, polished and shaped into a curious orb, lay a pale sphere of amber, filled with tiny shards of what looked to be glass. They glimmered invitingly in the light of Bailey's torch and she found that she couldn't take her eyes away from it.

A strange yearning sensation filled her chest and before she knew it, Bailey had picked up the necklace, its intricate silver links cool in her paw. It was a bit smaller than she had expected, and she realized that if she put it on, the amber would rest intimately against her throat, like a choker.

There was the scepter as well, wrapped in the shriveled remnants of a woven wool mat, but somehow it seemed entirely unimportant now. She would have to deliver it to someone else, but the necklace…

This was something she could keep for herself.

Bailey had never kept any of her treasure hunting trophies before, and the notion of wearing an ancient thing all but electrified her. Especially since it seemed to be unknown. Bailey had gone after necklaces and jewelry of all kinds before, but this was entirely different.

Even more intriguingly, it was definitely not Mycenaean. Perhaps some ancient king had traded for it. It might have come from Mesopotamia or even further afield.

Before she could think better of it (for it really wasn't a good idea to touch ancient artifacts with bare fur before they'd been specially cleaned and conditioned) Bailey put the necklace to her throat, delighting at the feel of it on her fur, and then clicked the little claps shut.

She definitely felt quite calm and self possessed with it on, and Bailey couldn't keep a smile from her face for the rest of her time in the temple, as she gathered the valuables together and placed them each into a little velvet lined carrying case.

Dragging the slab shut behind her was tough work, for she was barely five feet tall and definitely not suited for heavy work of any kind, but at last it clicked shut and the mechanisms whirred most agreeably as they reengaged.

Backtracking over her own footprints, Bailey swept the dust back to normalcy with her tail, then moved back to the front of the temple, feeling quite grand.

As she squeezed back out into the open air, something hard and cold came out of the darkness and pressed against the side of her neck.

“Don't move." A British accented voice said.

Immediately, all of Bailey's goodwill and excitement evaporated. Now, instead, she felt quite annoyed.

“Oh for fuck's sake…" She sighed.

Though she couldn't quite crane her neck back far enough to see who was holding her at gunpoint, she knew immediately that it wasn't Hubble. The gunman's accent was rougher, more working class. He had to be a guard of some kind, or maybe a hired goon. Hubble had started to employ rather more of them lately, to try and keep her away.

The gunman prodded her, and Bailey winced, paws held up as she walked out in front of the temple. All around her, shadows disengaged smoothly from the brush, men emerging from where they'd been patiently hiding.

Bailey thought back to her own arrogant insistence that she was well ahead of Hubble, that she didn't even need to bother with checking the temple's perimeter. She felt surprisingly calm going over all of this, even as the realization came that she was well and truly caught now.

This wasn't the sort of thing she could simply bolt from…at least not without catching a bullet or five.

A larger figure rose from behind a stunted olive tree and fastidiously brushed a trace of dust from the cream colored suit he wore. Even before his face lifted from the dark, Bailey could tell by the swell of mane that surrounded his head that she was looking at Hubble.

Hubble was fairly young for an imperialist treasure hunter, and built like an athlete. His fur was a burnished gold, but for the fiery red of his mane, and he looked very pleased with himself, amber eyes flashing as he beheld the success of his ambush.

He'd brought a half dozen men with him, four guards and another two civilian porters. They were disparate species; foxes and dogs and cats. The porters didn't even blink at the strange situation, only began to set up a large canvas tent, like something a hunter might bring on safari.

Even traveling with a fairly stripped down entourage, it seemed that Hubble could not bear anything less than luxury.

Bailey found that she could recognize a few of Hubble's guards, for she had run across them on previous adventures. There was a small black fox she had smacked with a cosh during a chase in Istanbul. He looked upon her with something less than fondness, one paw traveling self consciously to the side of his head. Next to him stood a tawny furred antelope with spiraling black horns, and a black and white collie, both of whom she had pushed into a canal in Venice.

She hadn't done anything especially terrible to the remaining guard, a calico cat who she'd only seen once before, but even he had to know very well the troubles she had caused Hubble and his entire operation.

“I feel that this is overdue," Hubble said, dusting his paws off as though he had just finished with some distasteful chore. There was an infuriatingly self satisfied smile tugging at one corner of his mouth, threatening to expose teeth. “You have been quite the thorn in my side, madam."

Somehow, out of everything that had happened so far, being referred to so formally felt the worst. Bailey sighed extravagantly even as the fox came forward and bound her paws behind her back with cord. Her legs were left alone, perhaps so they wouldn't have to drag her anywhere.

Bailey tested her bonds, but they were expertly done. The fox took her by the shoulder once he was finished, and though the thought came that she should stamp on his foot or try to shrug his grip off, the impulses fizzled.

She was caught.

At least they hadn't taken her necklace.

At Hubble's direction, the collie took her pack and quickly sorted through the artifacts she had taken, his grin growing wider and wider with each new item he found. When he came to the scepter, the collie held it aloft like a trophy.

Bailey rolled her eyes.

“Can we get this over with already?" She asked, just barely managing to suppress a cold tickle of fear. Despite everything, she really didn't know what Hubble was going to do with her. He was licensed by a prestigious institution and really wasn't supposed to break the law (at least not very egregiously), but at the same time, she had stolen an astronomical amount of money and fame out from under his nose.

It would be more than understandable if the lion wanted to leave her in a shallow grave somewhere.

Yet, curiously, Hubble seemed to be in relatively good spirits. There was vengeance in his gaze, but overshadowing it was an infuriating paternal benevolence. Like she was a wayward friend that he had just found and was about to correct.

Behind him, the tent had been erected and the two porters were rushing in and out, bearing collapsible furniture and boxes filled with god knew what.

For a moment the guards seemed a bit distracted, perhaps wondering what Hubble was about to do with her, and Bailey knew that this would probably be her best time to try and escape.

She tensed, ready to kick the fox in the knee and perhaps cripple him for a moment or two. From there she could see a little gully that was filled with shadow. She could run down it for a few meters, then dash up the shallow part of one side and be in amongst the boulders and scrub. Her arms would still be bound, but that wasn't the end of the world.

All in all, she gave herself odds of perhaps one in four.

Then, bizarrely, the strength evaporated from her limbs and she all but collapsed into the dust, legs gone wobbly and weak. She blinked hard, startled beyond words. Nothing had been done to her, yet even the idea of resistance, of doing anything counter to what her captors wished was…

Hubble glanced casually down to her and smiled, showing a great many teeth. The guards began to laugh.

For the first time, Bailey began to feel properly frightened.

“I think you can let her paws free," Hubble said. “Now that we know it works."

What?

Bailey again tried to struggle, even as the fox flipped her unceremoniously onto her front and then undid a complicated knot in her bindings. She tore free and made to catch him across the jaw with a wild haymaker, but again everything went strange and she collapsed onto her side, dust streaked and alarmed beyond words.

Still, she just barely managed to marshal her thoughts.

“What did you do?" She demanded, unable to keep a tremble from her voice.

“If I know one thing about you, Ms. Bailey, it is that you cannot resist displaying your talents. So, what better way of trapping you than offering up some beautiful thing that you could take as a trophy?"

Bailey touched the centerpiece of her necklace with trembling fingers. It seemed impossible, but there was really no other explanation behind what was happening to her. They hadn't injected her with anything, nor held a chloroformed rag over her nose. Aside from having a gun pointed at her (and she'd dealt with that plenty more times than just this) Hubble hadn't done anything.

“But that's…" She trailed off, eyes wide, entirely thrown off.

“I found this in Mosul last year, just before I met you," Hubble said, and Bailey realized that the lion was about to drop into a story. Quietly, she wished that the necklace had been of the regular poisoned type instead. That way she'd be too dead to deal with her rival's antics. Alas, Hubble continued. “I do not yet know how it works, but there is a property about the amber which makes its wearer perfectly docile to anyone. You could place that necklace upon the cruelest man in the world and he would instantly become harmless as a kitten. I suppose I could turn it over to Downing Street, for the sake of king and country…but to tell the truth, I have been imagining using it on you for quite some time."

Bailey curled her fingers around the amber and tried to rip the necklace off, but of course her paws fell slack and the necklace remained. Somehow, she knew that any attempt to remove it herself would be met with this same frustration.

She glared at Hubble, recovering a bit of her moxie.

“Because you couldn't beat me any other way." She snarled.

Hubble didn't seem offended. He shrugged, perfectly indifferent.

“So long as you are beaten," the lion said. “It makes no difference to me how."

With that he made a gesture, and Bailey found herself hoisted back to her feet by the fox, who held her by one elbow like a troublesome schoolgirl. Her cheeks burnt with shame at how easily he handled her…yet there really wasn't anything she could do about it.

The fox bore her into Hubble's tent, which had been freshly and fully set up. A comfortable looking cot sat in the righthand corner, a trunk at its foot and a collapsible writing desk arranged next to its head. Plush Arabic carpets had been laid down over the floor, and as Bailey watched, Hubble adjusted an electrical lantern, filling the tent with a warm, yellowy glow.

“Check the antechamber again," he said to his guards. “Take everything out and catalogue it."

“Yes sir," said the fox, who lingered at the doorway. There was a peculiar smile lingering at one corner of his mouth. “…Will there be anything else?"

“I will require some privacy." Hubble said, and Bailey was alarmed when the fox winked before departing. He clearly had his own ideas of what was about to happen.

Truth be told, Bailey hadn't considered that particular angle, and immediately moved to steel herself to it…even as the rest of her squirmed with shame and revulsion.

Hubble turned the chair from his writing desk and sat down, perfectly comfortable with leaving her back to the tent's entrance. He knew that she couldn't run.

“Again," Bailey said flatly, glaring at the lion with undisguised hatred. “Whatever you're gonna do, get it over with."

“I have a proposition for you," Hubble said, unruffled by the venom in her voice. “As much trouble as you've been to me…only a fool would overlook your talents."

“Oh fuck off…" Bailey began to say. A shade of warmth went out of Hubble's eyes.

“Kneel," the lion said, voice clipped. “I find that you're impertinent when you stand."

Bailey tried to stand firm, but found the strength running from her legs. She all but collapsed onto her knees, hating how easily the necklace made her capitulate. She tried to focus upon it with her thoughts, but the amber orb remained but an object. Somehow, Bailey knew that the only way she'd ever beat it would be if she tricked someone into taking it off.

And that would be a tall order, seeing as how she was surrounded by people who already knew exactly how it worked.

“Good," Hubble said, mollified by her new, more submissive position. “I'll make this simple. I want you to come work for me. It would be more productive than throwing you in prison or…worse."

Bailey had been half expecting something like this, but still cocked her head, strangely suspicious.

“You'll have to take this fucking thing off." She said, and knew already that Hubble was about to say no.

Indeed, the lion shook his head.

“The moment I removed it, you'd be in the wind," he said gently, as though this were something she needed explained to her. “And then I'd really have no choice but to kill you the next time we crossed paths. The necklace remains on."

The logical forefront of Bailey's mind knew that this was likely the best deal she'd ever get, but seething behind it all was a torrent of anger and indignant shame that demanded retribution. She'd never been put in this kind of position before, and it reminded her of trying to swim in fast water, nothing but a terrible current and no solid ground anywhere to be seen.

She glowered, but again forced herself to remain calm. Perhaps if she bought herself some time, then…

Bailey wasn't sure what would happen, but it had to be better than this.

“When does the necklace come off?" She asked. “Assuming I do debase myself and accept this deal."

“The necklace comes off when I'm sure that I can trust you." Hubble said easily.

Bailey supposed she should have expected something like this. It was a vague, not entirely trustworthy type of answer.

“What does that mean?" She pressed.

Hubble contemplated, seeming to enjoy being the one in power for once. His eyes still hadn't left her, and it was all Bailey could do not to squirm. She felt, for perhaps the first time in her life, dangerously exposed.

“How about an exercise," the lion said at last. “If you do as I say, then perhaps I'll give you an exact timetable."

“If I take your deal." Bailey said, but realized even as the words came out that this was no longer a discussion.

“Unbutton your blouse," Hubble said. “It's covered with dust."

Bailey ground her teeth and hesitated, but the new logic of the situation, distasteful as it was, was becoming slowly apparent. A phrase leapt strangely into mind. Lay back and think of England.

She had bite back a wild snort of laughter.

Her paws, made clumsy with trembles, rose to the throat of her blouse and the row of brass buttons there. She wasn't dressed suggestively at all, but the intensity of Hubble's gaze made her feel like she might as well have been wearing a showgirl's outfit.

Bailey undid the buttons, one by one, her rounded ears pinned straight back. Her breasts were small, tiny swells beneath a soft ruff of cocoa shaded fur, but Hubble still smirked when they came into view.

She knew better than to demand that he look away, for she really had no leverage with which to press her demand, but Bailey still had to bite back a burst of profanity.

Shouting and carrying on would only make her look even weaker than she already was. Even if she had the necklace off, Hubble would still be able to pin her down and…

Bailey blinked hard, dismissing the thought. She couldn't think about that right now. Even if it was more than likely to happen. A curl of panic, shrill and sharp, swirled ominously in her center, but she had to ignore it. She couldn't show any weakness, any sign that she was about to give in.

Grimacing, she tossed her blouse atop Hubble's travel trunk, as though it meant nothing to her, and glared at the lion. It probably wasn't a good idea to do this, Bailey realized, but she couldn't bear to back down even a little bit. Even if her defiance would likely only spur her captor on.

“And now the rest of it." Hubble said cooly, and sat back to watch.

Bailey stripped quicker this time, taking care not to make the act even slightly sensual. Some men liked their women to be afraid, she knew, and if Hubble was of that sort, she wasn't about to indulge him his kicks.

Off came her trousers and the plain white bloomers beneath. Bailey was trim and toned, her figure slim and designed to run and swim. Her hips were slightly flared, playing host to a thick, fluffy tail that she could not keep from twitching and swishing anxiously behind her.

Her fur was brown from head to toe (though she did turn a rather striking shade of silver in the winter), all but for a few white speckles along her stomach. Bailey had to fight in order to keep from squirming, for she really wasn't used to displaying herself in such a manner. Treasure hunting was a time consuming profession, and did not leave a lot of room for intimacy.

“Better," Hubble said, voice oozing self satisfaction. “Alas, I do not think I have any proper clothes to replace yours. Do you mind staying like that?"

Bailey gritted her teeth and stared hard at the floor. In front of her, she heard a zipper being undone, then the shuffle of clothing. A coldness swept through her, but still Bailey forced herself not to look afraid. No matter what happened, she couldn't fully submit.

A steady hum of activity sounded from outside, Hubble's men busily excavating the temple. She still couldn't believe that they'd done to her almost exactly what she had been planning to do to them.

Hubble told her to come closer, and she shuffled forward on her knees like something out of a dream, her motions floaty and compelled. The necklace seemed to be throbbing at her throat, filled with an active malevolence…or perhaps that was just her imagination.

The lion's pants lay in a puddle around his ankles, and he casually kicked them away as he slipped a pair of fingers beneath Bailey's chin and forced her gaze up, to where a thick, barbed feline length throbbed barely an inch in front of her nose.

Bailey's first impulse was to jerk away, but resistance failed and she slumped forward against Hubble's groin. The lion felt warm and firm, his fur soft and cock hard and heated against her cheek. A shiver of disgust roiled within her, but Bailey was too exhausted to focus on it. Whenever she tried to resist, it seemed as though more and more or her energy was drained away.

…Perhaps that was how the necklace worked. The more a person fought it, the stronger it became.

The realization, while satisfying to have figured out, didn't leave her many options with how to proceed.

Struggling impulsively, she managed to sit slightly more upright, only for the lion to slip one paw behind her left ear. She was about to be drawn forward, Bailey realized, for she could feel Hubble's thumb moving at the corner of her mouth, ready to force her lips open.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Bailey forced herself to relax. As dreadful as this was, it could only be endured. Again she couldn't help but think of some prim old aristocrat telling her very seriously to lay back and think of England, and she spluttered helplessly as Hubble slid his cock into her mouth, a trace of salty pre stinging her tongue.

His barbs were stiff but not sharp, and Bailey forced herself to think of this as a positive, even as she was forced to open her mouth wider and wider.

She hated to admit it, but Hubble was well endowed, his member thick and perhaps eight inches long. Still, Bailey was a member of a species long used to swallowing large things and carrying prey in their mouth, so she didn't choke, even as the lion pushed the full length of his cock down her throat.

It was uncomfortable, and Bailey squirmed, her paws coming up to brace against Hubble's thighs, but she was careful not to resist. Anything not to feed the damnable necklace.

Thin streamers of saliva drooled from the corners of her mouth, and Bailey felt tears spring to her eyes as the tip of Hubble's pointed cock tickled the back of her throat, but the lion was being relatively gentle and she could still breathe…a little.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," the lion breathed, then slowly pushed his hips forward, heavy leonine balls pressing against Bailey's chin, churning with unhidden need. Her nose was suddenly baffled by warm, golden fur. He laughed, the noise a little shaky. “Every taunting note you left, every treasure stolen from me…I knew I'd have you on your knees someday…right where you belong."

Bailey couldn't help but gag, the noise small and helpless, and another spontaneous rush of tears blurred her vision. She glared up at the lion, but the gesture was impotent and even as she made it, she was careful to keep herself perfectly relaxed.

The lion would have his fun and then that would be it, she told herself with near desperate fervor…knowing all the while that this was surely a lie.

Some of the activity outside had slackened a little, Hubble's guards no doubt keeping an ear out to try and divine what their boss was doing with her. Bailey burned with new shame at the thought of this, then forced the emotions down.

None of this was all that bad. So long as she was alive and thinking clearly then she still had the potential to escape and come back to get revenge.

Maybe she could give Hubble a taste of the necklace, though she thought that maybe she'd tell him to jump from a seaside cliff when it came her turn to give him orders.

The thought of that filled her with vengeful warmth and even nearly took some of the sting from her predicament.

Hubble took his time, lingering at the height of each thrust into her maw. His balls jerked against her chin and Bailey became used to the salty bitterness of pre with each new spurt that shot across her tongue. Though he seemed determined to preserve as much polish as possible, even in the middle of abusing her, the lion couldn't contain little growls and rumbling purrs each time her tongue twitched against his barbs, or she swallowed his pre to keep from choking.

After a few minutes he told her to massage his balls. She did so, though her movements were frustratingly gentle and she hated the way Hubble purred and jerked his hips when she did so, cramming ever more of his length down her throat.

“Keep going…" The lion panted, balanced right on the edge his seat. His fur had begun to rise and Bailey could hear an edge in his voice, a near constant drool of pre filling her mouth. The fur at the corners of her mouth had gone sticky with the stuff.

His cock throbbed in her mouth and then Bailey felt the lion's balls jerk upwards even as his paws tightened on the sides of her head. She squeezed her eyes shut as the first hot spurt of feline cum hit the back of her throat, Hubble gone ecstatically tense. He gasped and growled, thrusting into her mouth with short jerks of his hips, grinding the full length of his barbed cock into Bailey's tight throat.

Bailey squirmed, for now her air really was cut off, but she couldn't pull away or resist in any meaningful fashion. Dribbles of thick white cum ran from her mouth and spattered upon her breasts, hot and sticky.

Hubble's load was too large to swallow in a single gulp, and even as Bailey let it flow down her throat, she felt appalled at how easily she swallowed the stuff. At very least it didn't taste too bad, just salty and faintly bitter.

She groaned faintly, paws falling away to clutch into unhappy little fists. Hubble hardly seemed to notice, the lion panting as he enjoyed the onset of his afterglow, a last few weak spurts of seed pulsing across the back of Bailey's tongue.

“Good girl." Hubble said, stroking her fondly behind one ear.

Bailey bristled, a tiny snarl rumbling at the back of her throat, but Hubble only smiled at this trace of defiance, then ordered her to lick his shaft clean. She did so, feeling miserable and newly soiled, trying hard to ignore the fond way Hubble stroked her ears and guided her mouth to his balls when she was at last done with his cock.

“You look good like this," the lion purred, directing her to lick along his sheath. “…Of course, it goes without saying that you'll be doing a lot of this in the future."

Bailey nearly choked, a white hot burst of rage surfacing within her, but it quickly fizzled and she pushed her gaze downward, not wanting to enhance her own imprisonment any further.

She didn't know how long it would take to drain the necklace of its power (or if she even could…), but Bailey couldn't imagine it would take very long. Subverting a person's will, especially a person as independent as her, had to take a lot of effort.

At long last, Hubble let her go and Bailey wiped her mouth, glaring at him.

“I knew you were like this deep down," she said, voice thick and muffled. All she could taste was cum and him. It seemed an unbearable state of affairs, but she was far too proud to ask for water. “Just a sleazy little pimp."

Hubble quirked one brow at her, and smiled in the way a person did upon seeing an unexpected trick performed by a circus animal.

“Oh dear." He chided ever so gently, then rose and collected Bailey by the scruff of her neck. It didn't really hurt, for she was light and had a pinch of extra skin there for exactly this purpose, but it still filled her with a hot, miserable blush of shame.

The lion placed her face first on the cot, which was wide and rather sturdier than she had expected. Bailey tried to squirm around, but Hubble was already on top of her, the hot swell of his sheath pressing under her tail. Even if she hadn't been incapacitated by the necklace, Bailey knew she wouldn't have had a hope of overpowering Hubble, who had to weigh twice what she did. She snarled, deep in her throat, but the lion only chuckled and pushed his hips firmly against the round swell of her ass, the slick tip of his cock poking out once more.

He'd gotten a good look between her legs, Bailey knew, and felt sick as she imagined the lion perusing her holes, tiny and slick and rimmed with velvety ebony skin. Her pussy in particular would be especially vulnerable, for that was where her captor's cock seemed correctly angled to plunge into.

Bailey felt a confused squirm of revulsion and relief at this, for she hated the idea of being despoiled, but also knew that it would hurt less than the lion trying to push past the virgin pucker of her tail-hole.

Hubble leaned down, mounting her more fully, and Bailey groaned weakly as she felt the heat of his breath against the side of her neck. The lion nibbled gently at the base of her left ear, provoking a curious shiver that ran down the center of Bailey's spine. It felt curiously as though he'd just held a blade there.

“I'm having trouble deciding," he breathed, voice husky with renewed lust. “Which hole do you want me to fuck?"

“Fuck you." Bailey hissed, but knew even as she spoke that Hubble wouldn't accept anything less than some form of humiliation before he finally got it all over with. She could feel him hardening against her ass, the wet heat of his cock throbbing at the base of her tail. His weight was suffocating, but somehow she knew that he was being careful not to smother her entirely, even as he slipped an arm around her front and stroked her throat with a pair of fingers.

“I might just assume you want me to take your tail-hole…" Hubble said, terribly teasing, and perfectly on cue the pointed tip of his cock pressed lightly against her pucker, hard enough to inspire a tiny tingle of pain. Bailey jerked and ground her teeth, helpless tears welling in her eyes.

“Not there!" She blurted, voice strangled and so full of fright that she barely recognized it as her own.

“Where, then?" Hubble asked, though he knew perfectly well what her oblique request was pointing to. He sounded infuriatingly polite, a malevolent edge barely present at the back of his voice. Again, Bailey could feel a needy lust pulsing between his legs. A slick spurt of pre heated her tail-hole and she suddenly knew that the lion would press forward on his next thrust if she didn't answer quickly.

She swallowed her dignity and took a deep breath.

“My pussy," she managed, speaking through gritted teeth. “F…fuck my pussy."

“Please?" Hubble taunted, again pushing his cock forward to threaten her tail-hole.

Bailey barely managed to suppress a whimper.

“Please." She whispered.

Hubble leaned forward, his paw coming up to squeeze her throat, and then Bailey could feel the tip of his cock sliding along her dainty little slit, wetting its velvet folds with another hot squirt of pre. She squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth, hating that she had been lowered to this, that she had been captured in the first place…that all of this was her fault in the first place.

Had she left the necklace alone then Hubble might have still captured her and violated her…but at least she would still be in control of her own body. Now, more than anything, she was trapped.

Hubble pushed forward and for a moment there was an elastic sort of resistance between her legs. Bailey entertained a split second of hope that perhaps the lion would be baffled, or that he would cum early and leave her unspoiled…but of course Hubble had aimed true, and he was far too large and strong to be so easily dissuaded, even by the unparalleled tightness of a near virgin mink.

His cock sank into her, the lion being careful not to thrust too fast. Still, sparkles of red hot pain stung her and Bailey whimpered, hating how small and pitiful she sounded. She clutched at Hubble's arm and hated how she did that as well, for the lion seemed to enjoy her subservient helplessness as he pushed fully into her, stretching the ebony lips of her pre sodden snatch.

He let out a slow breath that ruffled the fur on the side of her neck, then pinched her ear between his teeth, just hard enough to barely sting, and began to pump into her. Unlike when he'd used her mouth, Hubble was rougher now, a bit less caring. He knew that she was slinky and stretchy enough to accommodate his length, for minks were unusually resilient compared to their typically diminutive size.

Bailey squeaked and whimpered, the noises forced out of her by the pounding she was receiving. Hubble seemed to press nearly his entire weight onto her with the height of each new thrust, and she couldn't breath but for jagged little sips of air. Black spots began to gather at the corners of her vision, but she couldn't tell whether it was genuine suffocation or simple despair that drove them.

The lion's cock felt huge and thick and burned like a heated bar of iron, his barbs rubbing against the walls of her conquered hole. Bailey's nose rubbed against the blankets of Hubble's cot and she was aware that the entire construction was swaying under them. Distantly, she hoped it might collapse and distract her assailant for even a few moments, but somehow she knew that Hubble was enamored enough with his conquest of her that he probably wouldn't even stop.

He was breathing hard, still nipping at her ear, and Bailey badly wished that she could will herself to tug away, even if it might tear her flesh. Then Hubble pushed an especially deep thrust into her, an enthusiastic squirt of pre splashing into her womb, and she couldn't keep from gasping, the air forced from her lungs.

It was all but impossible to focus like this, her senses so completely overloaded, thoughts in chaos and everything muddled but for a keen sense of shame that she had been brought to such a state.

Beneath her, Bailey felt Hubble's paw leave her throat and travel across her chest and to her stomach, which was as flat and sleek as the rest of her. He stroked it, a bit clumsily, a lustful growl rising from the bottom of his throat.

“The only way I'll trust you," the lion panted, thrusts growing jagged and short. “Is if you're mine."

For a moment Bailey couldn't understand what her captor meant, then he sank down atop her and seized the fur on the side of her neck between his teeth, balls tightening as he hilted himself into her. He was treating her like a mate, she realized sickly, but couldn't even think about trying to pull away before she felt liquid heat expand within her, a syrupy spurt of leonine seed overflowing her womb.

Bailey forced herself to be silent, as though she hadn't heard any of what Hubble had said, but each new jet of cum seemed to hammer it even further into the center of her mind.

Even worse was the possessive presence of his paws on her stomach, stroking the fur there with eager anticipation. Bailey swallowed hard, tasted cum and simply shut her eyes instead.

Hubble enjoyed the heat and supple tightness of her cunt for another few minutes, then at last pulled out and rolled onto his side, clasping her fondly around the middle. Bailey bit back a whimper and tried to pretend that she couldn't feel the warmth of her assailant's cum rolling down the insides of her thighs.

“You really are a treat to have around." Hubble purred, practically into her ear. Bailey wished suddenly that she could sink through the ground and keep going until she hit the other side of the world…but of course she remained exactly where she was, bound into unhappy apathy.

“Pathetic," she muttered, forcing her thoughts elsewhere. “No wonder you need to trap your women with this stupid necklace."

Hubble blinked, caught off guard by her continued defiance, but then smiled (a bit more coldly now) and moved one paw up to frame the underside of her muzzle. Slowly, he pushed a pair of fingers into her mouth and made her suckle. Bailey practically vibrated with angry shame, but couldn't do a thing to resist.

“This is exactly why I can't let you go," the lion chided, forcing his fingers deeper into her mouth, stilling her tongue even as the rest of her squirmed. “How could I ever trust someone who lies through her teeth?"

As badly as Bailey wanted to thrash and shout and make clear her displeasure, all she could do was lie still instead, reduced to naught but a plaything.

…But only for the moment. She had to remind herself of that, for eventually Hubble would let his guard down and she'd be able to get the necklace off.

Bailey had never killed anyone before, and generally took pains to keep too much blood from her paws, but now she was beginning to feel properly murderous.

“Fuck you." She hissed before she could stop herself, and Hubble clicked his tongue between his teeth.

“Alas," he said. “Were you a bit more polite, I might have let you sleep in bed with me."

Not being in bed with Hubble sounded perfectly fine to Bailey, but it was only when the lion rose and took her by one arm that she realized what the alternative was about to be. Before she could say anything or react in any meaningful way, Hubble had taken her to the doorway of the tent. He opened the flap and thrust her out, leaving her to wobble on alarmingly weak legs. She didn't feel hurt exactly, for she was made of sterner stuff than that, but the rough fucking had definitely taken something out of her.

Hubble's guards had built a small fire in front of the temple and had laid out their things there, for it was a cloudless, temperate night and there were no bugs. Were she on her own, Bailey supposed that she might have slept beneath the stars as well.

They rose, identical expressions of eager delight animating their faces. The porters had disappeared, and Bailey felt distantly relieved that she wouldn't have to be subjected to their attentions as well.

Of course, the guards were still bad news. She'd had a hard enough time with Hubble alone…

“I'm turning in for the night," the lion said from where he stood casually at the mouth of the tent. “I want to see Ms. Bailey unhurt and in pristine condition tomorrow morning, is that understood?"

The guards nodded as one, but their eyes had gone crafty and though Bailey had entertained a moment of optimism at Hubble's words, she knew that the lion wasn't really expecting his men to leave her alone.

This was a punishment after all.

She tried to step away from the men as they approached, but the antelope easily caught her left arm, and the dog took her right, grinning a broad canine grin as he helped bring her towards the fire.

The guards sat her down upon the nearest roll of blankets and as Bailey watched the fox picked up a bottle of scotch, uncorking it with his teeth. He was grinning now. All of them were.

She felt very, very alone.

“The necklace…does it make her do what we say?" The collie asked after an agonizingly silent moment had passed. He'd begun to massage his groin with one paw, almost absentmindedly.

The fox and the antelope exchanged an excited look, and then suddenly the antelope was right in front of her, grabbing the back of her head with one hoof, his groin right in front of her face.

Bailey held very still, teeth clenched together as the antelope undid his pants, exposing a thick tapered shaft that dripped with pre. His balls, each the size of a fist, hung heavy and full. The fox laughed and the dog reached out to press Bailey's face forward, so her nose was pressed against the antelope's sheath.

“Suck it." The antelope demanded, and Bailey had just begun to feel the slow, swoony tug of the necklace's influence when she reluctantly opened her mouth and let the antelope push his cock down her throat. He was even bigger than Hubble, even if his girth was thankfully not as thick, and this time Bailey actively gagged even as he thrust, squirming against his unwelcome onslaught.

Behind her, she felt rough paws on her hips and knew that the fox was positioning her onto all fours. Bailey went along with this, hating herself for each conciliatory move she made, and then heard the fox shuffling his pants down. The staff heat of a knotted erection fell against her ass and the fox thrust a few times against the soft fur at the base of her tail before lining himself up more fully with her sodden slit.

Bailey winced as the fox shoved himself in, hilting his cock into her match with a single hard thrust. The throbbing swell of the fox's knot, already beginning to inflate, pressed at the entrance to her pussy, then mercifully withdrew. His paws were tight around her waist, but thankfully did not fall to caress her stomach. As terrible as everything else was, Bailey didn't think she could bear feeling such helplessness again.

The other two guards, the collie and calico, crowded in close, and out of the corner of her eye Bailey could see the dog stroking an intimidating canine length, pointed and with a swollen knot that she couldn't imagine being able to take. The cat was being slightly less needy but still watched with open interest and a predatory, feline grin. His own cock was nothing special, but Bailey knew that she'd have to service it all the same…maybe even more than once.

Something inside of her curdled at the thought of that, but she couldn't spare the attention to focus on the future.

The antelope pushed his cock down her throat again and again, mindless of how she gagged and squirmed, tears cutting dark tracks into her fur. Dealing with the fox was more bearable, if only because Bailey knew that he was drawing close. His thrusts had become quicker and she could feel his breath on the back of her neck as he leaned in to get more leverage. Bailey forced herself to relax, for the fox was trying hard to get his knot into her and she knew that he wouldn't stop no matter how much she tensed up.

One of his paws stroked along her back to grab the base of her tail and she just barely managed to quiet a tangled yelp as he used it to pump ever harder into her, white furred balls slapping against the wet fur between her legs.

“Fuck…" The antelope huffed, and then was fountaining cum down her throat without so much as a moment's warning. His balls slapped wetly against her chin and Bailey jerked in place, feeling suffocated, smothered on all sides. She felt the antelope's cock slip from her mouth and then caught a warm splash of cum across the face when she tried to pull away. Her fur had to be badly stained, an errant thought insisted, but she couldn't focus.

The fox, taking advantage of his new monopoly over her, pressed both paws between her shoulder blades and forced her onto her front. Bailey wheezed as the breath was forced from her lungs, then whimpered as the fox shoved hard into her, nearly lifting her knees from the ground. His knot slipped into her with a pop and then the fox hugged her tightly to him and was grunting, pumping a heavy load of vulpine seed into her depths. The sensation of being so thoroughly dominated was beginning to grow uncomfortably familiar now, but still Bailey managed to grimace and roll her eyes.

“Worthless." She growled.

The fox didn't seem to hear her, but the antelope, who'd fallen back onto his haunches and was panting, still stroking the base of his flagging, cum smeared cock, rolled his eyes.

None of them were taking her even slightly seriously.

Indeed, the collie whined low in his throat, staring at the fox.

“You knotted her?" He asked, voice high with displeasure. “Come on…"

“Fuck off," the fox growled, then quickly elected to be more constructive. “…She's still got a mouth, doesn't she?"

They were staying away from her tail-hole for the time being, Bailey noted, and couldn't help but feel relieved, even as the fox flipped onto his back, both to reposition her so she was sitting atop his knot, and to give his friends better access to her mouth. Bailey groaned as she sank further down onto the fox's cock, which was still shooting slow spurts of hot seed into her plugged snatch. She felt uncomfortably full now, even more so than after Hubble had bred her.

The dog and cat wasted no time in crowding around her front, and Bailey let them force her into compliance, then take turns fucking her maw. The calico was just as leaky as the antelope had been, and made little growly noises each time he stained her fur or filled her mouth.

The dog, a bit more enterprising, took her paw and put her to work stroking his knot, which was wet with pre and throbbed incessantly.

“God," he sighed, humping helplessly against her paw, tail wagging so hard it was nearly a blur. “She's done this before."

“How do you think she gets her information?" The fox teased, and Bailey stiffened, inadvertently squeezing down on his knotted cock. Another warm spurt of seed drenched her womb and the fox reached up to pinch her nipples.

“I'm gonna cum…" The dog panted, and then pushed his cock into Bailey's mouth, plugging her lips with the massive swell of his knot. His cum was thin and almost intolerably bitter, but Bailey still swallowed as she knew she was supposed to. Trickles of canine seed dappled her front, and when the dog withdrew, the cat was right behind him, humping her face with near feral desperation before filling her maw with a few spurts of warm seed that tasted nearly pleasant by comparison.

With both of his companions finished, the fox rolled Bailey over to her front and then slowly tested his knot, which had begun to flag. He pulled out slowly, cock flopping free with a wet pop and a small flood of alabaster seed. Bailey lay where she was, panting into the blankets, but was only left alone for a few moments before a terrible weight settled upon her, the antelope poking the tip of his tapered shaft against her used pussy.

“I'll show you worthless." He breathed, then slid in and fucked her until she whimpered.

The antelope pulled out when he came, drenching her ass and back with what felt like a pint of sticky seed. The fox and dog made small noises of disapproval at this, but it didn't stop them from flipping her onto her back, spreading her legs, and taking their own turns with her cunt.

Bailey was breathing hard when they finished, a dull ache radiating from between her legs. The cat was the last to use her, lying back while she licked obediently at his cock, lapping up every drop of pre he could produce.

“I hope the boss keeps her around," the fox sighed fondly, watching as the cat panted, trying hard to stave off his latest climax. “I could get used to this sort of thing."

“I think we're just here to be the stick." Said the dog from where he was putting his pants back on.

“The stick?" The fox asked.

“For when she disobeys the boss."

The fox made a contemplative noise, then laughed.

Bailey barely heard the conversation, it was all she could do to focus on her current task. Her jaw and tongue felt sore and even the thought of swallowing more cum made her feel ill. The cat made a small, pleased noise and jerked his hips up against her face, a hot splash of feline cum wetting her cheek. Bailey let him guide his spurting member between her lips and swallowed each new pulse that came, her stomach knotting.

“Break some more rules and I'll make you cum next time." The fox said, reaching out to tug on Bailey's tail.

She shut her eyes. The cat sighed, perfectly contented, and sat up.

“I guess we gotta clean her up now." He said with a tiny hint of regret.

The guards gathered her up and with surprising speed organized her a lukewarm bath. Bailey scrubbed herself, feeling stiff and sore. Every so often one of the guards reached in to clean some spot that she'd missed; more often than not her breasts or ass, but for the most part she was left alone.

Bailey looked up at the stars and tried to summon some resolve. It would only be this until she could break free from the necklace.

But the plan felt hollow and when the guards came to bring her back to the fire, she didn't even glare at them.

The fox and the antelope stayed up for a while longer, but the others fell swiftly asleep, and though Bailey entertained thoughts of waiting them out so she might sneak away in the darkness, she was simply too exhausted to manage it. She fell into a deep and dreamless slumber, the world and all its troubles swirled away. At least for the moment.