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I don't normally attend malls. Too many people, not many shops catering to my interests, and my few times going were pretty awful. Thing is, my family can be a little pushy, and I can't really stand disappointing them more than I already do, so I went along with it.

It's worth pointing out that this is before my sisters had kids, otherwise the events probably would have happened a little differently. It's hard to imagine what that would have been like, but thankfully we don't do the mall thing anymore. That might be a given, after knowing this story.

So it was the seven of us, six Foxes and a Pedro the Sloth. While Suki and Saka had only been dating for two years when they got married, Fuji's boyfriend Pedro was a walking stereotype. In fact, he lagged behind the group so much... that he kept me company during most of the incusion.

So after several hours of hanging out in clothing shops as my sisters put on a would be fashion show (I was thankfully exempt from the practice by virtue of those stores not stocking my size), we finally loaded up the boys with a mountain of bags. Dad was buying, apparently, so there was no real limit.

It occurs to me that at this point, I haven't really went into detail about them. Mom's a professional golfer, and Dad's a CEO, or something like that, for a pachinko company. They have money, and with us, they're pretty loose with it. I try not to take advantage of that, but it's hard to argue with them. I somehow didn't inherit the foxy silver tongue.

During clothing store number six, I had grown exhausted of popular music... this was Texas, mind you, so that means country... so I steped out of the western wear store, dodging Saka trying to jokingly hat me, and plopped myself down on the nearest bench.

I checked my phone, we had just eaten breakfast before heading out, and it was already three. My stomach, on cue, told me that was unacceptable. I was suspicious of the food court, and didn't really want to abandon my family, so I decided to distract myself. No emails, and my favorite forum was down, so I sighed and slid my phone back into its pocket.

Looking up, apparently my father had stepped out too. He was on his phone with the deadly serious look of business. I hadn't seen him in years, so the sight didn't exactly sit well. It got worse as he hung up the phone, only after sighing with a scowl. His face straightened as he noticed me, his naturally narrow eyes growing soft in a wordless appology.

He approached to sit down next to me. We just sat there in relative silence, honestly the crowded mall was quite loud even without the country music, and we stared back at the shop. Mom was visible, sorting through button up shirts.

"When?" I finally had the gumption to ask.

Dad sighed, "Tomorrow morning," his pronunciation was almost always exact in spite of his thick accent.

I tried for words, but couldn't find any, so risking wrinkles in his five digit suit, I leaned up on his shoulder. He was taller, but not by much, always a little man, but his strength was always present... even when he wasn't.

"How ...long has it been since we've spoken?" He was nervous enough to have difficulty pronouncing his 'l'. Most wouldn't notice, but it was the only way I could ever tell.

"This morning, I think," I suggested.

That elicited a weak smile, "Just us."

I thought about that. It had been a while since I had seen him at all. Most of my visits were when everyone was together, and it is a big family so...

"The wedding?" He suggested. He wasn't refering to Suki's.

"I guess," I looked away.

I thought it was my imagination, but there were three rather tough figures watching us. Maybe. As soon as I spotted them, they each found something better to pay attention to. I decided that if that had happened, it was just a coincidence.

"I'm so sorry," my father continued, "If I had known," he stopped on that thought, "How are you doing?"

"Better," I admitted, "I'm doing cakes now. It's not my favorite meduim, but technically I'm getting paid for my art."

That managed to get a genuine smile out of him, but it didn't last long, "Whatever happened to the Shark?"

A pit welled up in my stomach, "Nothing."

His eyes grew distant, "?????" came out under his breath. I'm not super fluent, but it's not a good thing, "Wasn't there video evidence?"

"Yeah," I sighed, memories of a room with multiple officers watching it with me flooded my mind, "Apparently my... words... implied consent."

My father pushed up my glasses to wipe a tear from my eye, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I'll be fine," I protested.

"I could take you with me, a change of scenery could help you relax," he offered.

I tried for a smile, "My boss would have a fit."

Very rarely did I get to see it, but there was a bit of pride on his face after I said that. He looked up again and patted my shoulder before standing, "Looks like they're ready to check out. I think they'll be looking for me soon."

I stood to follow, but as soon as I did, my groin screamed in agony.

"Something wrong?" My father asked.

"Bathroom," I gasped, "Just need to... uh... go to the bathroom."

This elicited a raised brow, "I... will send you a text when I find out where we are going next."

I nodded at him and hobbled off.

It was a struggle, but after only two visits to the directory, I eventually found the bathroom. In spite of the crowds, I was lucky enough to be alone, so I locked myself in a stall and sat down.

I know I normally don't go into detail, but the ugly truth about me is that I didn't need to relieve myself. Or well, I did, I absolutely did, just not my bladder.

You see, I have some hormone issues, it's why I sound like a boy and can't seem to get pregnant. But it also causes some other oddities. Like how I was growing patches of winter fur in the middle of summer, and unlike most Vixens who get it on around Christmas, I go into... I don't know if you can call it heat since I can't take, but it's like a heat if it isn't one... at any random time of the year. Some years I'll skip it entirely, that year it just kept coming back.

I don't carry a purse, so I didn't have any... tools... to help, so I unbuckled my pants, covered my muzzle with one paw, and slipped the other down below. I had to slip past... ungh, guys reading this might not even know what I'm talking about, but when your heat is real bad, they make these absorbant pads so you don't look like you wet your pants. They're not diapers, I swear... though one of the other options is very diaper like... please don't say you're into that.

It only took a light touch to send a shiver up my spine. The literal heat I was putting off was toasty on my fingers, and the pad was squishy with how much it had soaked up. My toes curled of their own accord as I pressed in. Despite my best efforts, I let out an audible gasp.

The clip clop of hooves against the bathroom tiles warned me I'd have to be more careful, but I couldn't stop myself from feeling around inside. I knew where it was, in fact I was a little too familiar with my own g-spot, but it still felt good to circle around it first. I triednot to flinch, and failed, when I finally gave in and pressed my button, just as the door closed on the adjacent stall.

That bitch!

Knowing full well she'd figure out what I was doing, I continued, this time rubbing my clit with my thumb as I slid my fingers in and out. It wasn't long before I really couldn't do both at once, as I picked up the pace, fucking myself with my own paw.

I grunted, like a man, and there was a surpised gasp from the next stall. She also had a deep voice it seemed. I couldn't let that distract me, but it did.

Thoughts of propositioning her to help me out flooded my lust addled brain. I imagined a cow, or better yet a gazzelle between my legs. I would be holding her by the horns as she licked me clean before making out with my wanting folds.

The thought drove me into a frenzy. If she found out and approached me, then that could only make things better. I fingered myself to thoughts of this unknown woman behind the wall to my right. Maybe after she ate me out, she'd strip and sit on my face. Maybe if I was real lucky, she was a wee bit trans and comfortable enough to stick her dick in me.

The imagination broke, and I was back to the reality of my fingers dipping in and out, angled so I could jiggle my clit. My ample rear lifted from its seat as I came close.

"What is?" the somewhat masculine woman whispered from the next stall.

As soon as I realized she caught me, I crossed the line. My hands were acting on their own, no longer muzzling myself, I had reached under my shirt to give my breast a solid squeeze. This wasn't ideal as seconds later, I came... loudly.

The other bathroom goer remained silent, possibly in shock. I waited for her to say something, and for my legs to stop wobbling, before I decided maybe I had get out before she raised an issue.

On shaky legs, I stepped out of the stall and stumbled to the sinks. I rinsed my hands, smelled them, and winced. As scent orient as I was, I had to assume at least one of my family was too. So I applied several dispenses of soap, and washed a few times.

A flushing sound alerted me, and I decided to get out of there before the other bathroom goer had a chance to make things more awkward than they already were. This notion however, was torn from my mind as I recieved a text just before leaving.

I glanced down at my phone, my father had sent a one word message, "Crunchbox" which must have been the store they were headed to. I hated that place. They always had the cutest shit that never fit me. I even tried to special order once, but they didn't even manufacture clothes in my size.

The clicking of hooves had gone unnoticed until it was just behind me. My spine shot up, and I glanced over to the mirror without turning my head. Gods, she... he? He was huge.

Before I could scream, the man, a Longhorn I think, slipped some sort of device over my head and into my mouth. The taste of plastic alarmed me, but worse was the leather strap he tied around my head to keep it tight. I clawed at my gag on instinct, but that stopped as soon as I felt a distracting weight in the center of my back. I looked again at the mirror to confirm, he had a large dark sidearm pressed into my spine so that, if he pulled the trigger, I would likely be paralyzed from the waist down, assuming I survived at all.

"That's right, slut," he grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me hard enough to bend me back and look up at him, "You ain't gonna make a peep. Got plans for you."

I tried to think of a plan to get away, but the only thought that surfaced was that I needed to hide my phone and try to find a chance to call someone. As soon as he looked away, letting go of my hair, I tried to slip my phone stealthily back to its pocket. The Longhorn switched hands on his gun so he could snatch my phone out of my pants, slam it on the ground, and stomp on it.

I stared down at my faithful companion, hope draining from my face. I had so much data that I never managed to backup. Beyond that, I had grown quite fond of the thing.

Not giving me time to grieve, the Longhorn shoved me to the door, and reached over his shoulder to give it two sharp knocks. There was a murmur from the other side, but after a few seconds the Longhorn pushed me through the knobless door, which I guess I openned with my face.

Outside were two other men, all looking quite serious. They each nodded at the asshole who had a gun on me, and one grabbed the two "cleaning in progress standies and moved them closer to the mall's main area. The remaining two pressed tight behind me to force me, without actually laying a hand on me, to walk further down the hallway past the janitor's closet to the energency exit.

Even though the door clearly stated that an alarm would go off if openned, the front man, a... Wallabe? Kangaroo? Whatever he was, he managed to open the door unperturbed. They paraded me out into the hot summer air, to a van that was parked nearby. It was green, lacked windows in the back, and really made me wish for the simplier times when the worst thing I had to worry about were crappy whodunit cartoons eating up good shows' airtime.

The doors to the back of the van were openned from the inside, an Iguana from the van glanced down at me, scowled, and pulled out some handcuffs. The Longhorn pushed me forward before stepping back. Trusting the gun to still be trained on me, I climbed in. I looked back on instinct to see that there were, in fact, three guns on me at this point. The Iguana took that oppertunity to bind my hands behind my back and force me to sit down. He then did my seatbelt for me, the absolute gentleman, and the party took their seats. They drove off without so much as a peep from anyone, and there was a barrier set up so I couldn't see the driver or where we were going.

Several miles in, the Longhorn broke the silence with a devious chuckle. The Iguana gave him a stern glare, but another, a Ravin joined in for a laugh.

"Was pretty easy, wasn't it?" The Wallaby (let's just go with that) suggested.

"Not that," the Longhorn started bellowing a real guffaw, "Bitch was fucking herself!"

This caused everyone to stare at me. My face heated and I turned away. I didn't want to see if there was hunger in their eyes, but I could feel it somehow.

"We're here to get paid," the Iguana stated, "not laid."

"Nothing says we can't do both!" The Lornhorn continued to laugh.

After that died down, I got to enjoy a bit of silence. I tried to think. What was I going to do? Why was this happening? How was I going to get away from them? Had I remembered to take my meds that morning? Was I going to die?

A sharp thump on the back of my head stopped my panic. Apparently, the Iguana was unimpressed by my rapid breathing. Gagged as I was, I couldn't verbally protest, so I took a deep breath. It didn't help.

"Which one did we get?" the Wallaby asked.

The Iguana sighed, "The fat one."

The Wallabe sized me up, and moaned, "Right... why do you have to be such an ass?"

"Why do you have to fail to do your research?" the Iguana countered.

Research? This was planned?

"It's his middle daughter," the Iguana conceded, "The one with the tape. Mi... Mi-something, it's some sort of Chink name."

"Minami," the Raven offered... incorrectly, but his confidence went unquestioned, "and they're Japanese."

"Is that relevant?" The Iguana asked, you might think he was a Snake for all the venom in his voice.

"Maybe," squawked the Raven, "Means they're more likely to pay up."

I pondered for a second how he came to that conclusion, but decided such bigotry would just disturb me further. As it was, focusing on the conversation was the only thing keeping me from freaking out.

"You said not to say names," the Wallabe protested.

"Are you really that thick?" the Iguana returned, "We don't want her to know our names, she already knows her own."

I looked up to see the discontent the others had with the Iguana. If I was lucky...

He glared at me, and I cowered back down, staring at my toes. I felt something in my bowls, I assumed the stress and disgust at their banter must be making me sick... until my stomach audibly reminded me that I was hungry. It gave me a bit of grounding to realize that problem, minor as it was, was occupying just as much mind space as the handcuffs or gag.

I tried to relax my shoulders, as they were starting to ache, but that wasn't going to happen. Part of me wished they had come at me with chloroform or something, so I didn't have to feel their eyes on me. The jangle of my cuffs started to get louder, apparently my hands were shaking.

"Not much of a looker, is she?"

I looked up, not identifying the voice. They all stared at me, none reacting to the comment. I guessed they must all agree with it, so I bowed my head again and tried to think.

The Raven suggested someone was going to "pay up". Either that meant I was being sold or ransomed. While I didn't like the idea of someone using me to get to my parents' money, it was definitely better than the alternative. Was there anything I could do about it though? Doubtful.

After what seemed like an eternity, the van made its stop. There were several sighs of relief and indistinct growls of hunger, as they each unbuckled their seatbelts and strectched their legs. The act made them seem almost normal, but the illusion was stripped away by another thwack on the back of my head.

The Iguana got my attention, but didn't have anything to say it seemed. Instead, he reached up to pluck my glasses off my face. I tried to protest, nearly forgetting the gag, but it just earned me another thwack, this time on my snout.

The doors openned behind me, and I looked out to see what I could see. My eyesight was poor enough that I couldn't determine much. We were in a neighborhood, not sure if it was a nice one or not. Probably not.

One of them pulled me from my seat, and pushed me out the door. I fell. I tried to catch myself with my hands but the cuffs behind my back denied me thar, and my face collided with the asphalt. Bound like that, I just laid there as the men shuffled out of the van. One picked me up by the scruff on my neck, which hurts quite a lot when you're not a little bit, but I wasn't in any position to voice that.

Back on my feet, one of them roughly pushed me along, and I again tripped on the sidewalk. This time I landed on my shoulder, but it still caused me to bite down on the gag. The guy who picked me up, probably the Longhorn due to his size, threw me over his shoulder and carried me the rest of the way. I was too scared to kick or otherwise resist.

The gang pounded into a house, and took me through several rooms. I couldn't really see what was going on, but I could feel the doorframes as I was scrapped past them. I wound up in a bedroom in the back of the house. I could tell it was a bedroom because they threw me directly onto a bed before parading out and slamming the door behind them.

I struggled to sit up with my hands still bound, but eventually managed to see that the door was being guarded by someone due to the movement I could see in the blur. By his gruff breathing and shear mass, it must have been the very same guy who made my day.

I had no idea where I was, but it smelled of musk and cigarette smoke. I needed my glasses back, but doubted they'd give them to me. I couldn't even express that desire with the gag in my mouth.

I bit down and started to panic. My chest heaved as I curled into the fetal positiion. I tucked my tail in and started shivering. My mind raced on repeat. I was going to die, that was that. My father would cave, pay them what they were asking for, then they'd have no more use of me. That was how it was going to end.

"Finally setting in, ain't it?" The Longhorn taunted me.

He was right. I knew what they were going to do. They were going to slit my throat and abandon me somewhere. Guns are too loud. Then again they weren't afraid to wave firearms in my direction. Maybe they'll take me somewhere and execute me from behind, like in the movies.

My breath was getting so shallow and rapid that I had to gasp for air. Problem was, the gag was keeping me from getting the air that way, and my nose was getting too runny to breath through. Maybe I'd suffocate before they even got what they wanted from me.

The thug at the door had approached without me noticing, and grabbed me by the scruff of the neck. He pulled my head back, and ran his fingers around my neck. He was going to strangle me. Of course, no blood, no noise, that's what he'd do. I closed my eyes and tried to thrash my bound arms about to deter him. I was going to fight...

There was a click behind my head, and soon the gag was removed from my mouth. A rush of air hit my throat, and I nearly choked on it. I coughed, writhed, and thrashed as much as I could with my hands bound and my neck held back. I kicked, but my position had me unable to put any force behind it. Finally, I gasped and was able to breath again.

"Crazy bitch," the man grabbing my neck swore, "Calm the fuck down!"

I tried to follow that order, honestly I did, but my sobbing continued to rise. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't find the breath. He could do anything to me at that moment, and I'd be unable to do anything about it. Maybe he'd make good on his word to have his way with me.

He dropped my neck. My face collided with the mattress, and I was rattled back to my senses. My breath was still too rapid, but I knew what I needed to do.

I held my breath for a moment, then released it. I took a deeper breath and exhaled. I repeated, I don't know, a dozen or so times, each time getting more calm. The whole process took what felt like an hour, but was probably around two or three minutes.

"Done blubbering?" the thug stepped away, "Fucking crazy bitch."

I squinted after him, almost overcoming the blur. I gained no new information, except to see that the room was fully furnished. Or at least it was at some point. The dresser had all its drawers removed, and so did the side table. The bookshelf had been emptied and turned on its side, and the closet door was blocked off by it. The fan above me was spinning slowly with the light on.

I picked up the faint smell of urine, and hoped that wasn't from me. My seat was already damp from the squishy heat pad, and on closer inspection, I could smell it. I guess I rarely consider my own scents, but it was pretty strong. I couldn't help but wonder if the Longhorn could smell it too... not that that would matter at this point.

The sound of a door slamming came from the distance. There were a couple of voices sounding particularly relieved nonverbals. The Longhorn stepped out of the room and started talking to his comrades.

"About fucking time," the Longhorn swore, "did he say how long he'd be gone?"

"He was heading up to see the boss," the Raven explained, "He'll probably be gone for a while."

The Wallabe added, "Yeah, Mr... uh... Boss is a bit of a talker."

There was near silence for a bit. I wondered if I could get away and sneak out the back. Better not let the opportunity die off.

I rolled onto my belly with my feet on the floor. It took a bit of struggling to stand with my arms bound behind my back, but I got there. I squinted at the door, no sign of anyone. I crept up to the doorframe as quietly as I could, the fur on my neck standing on end. I noticed my hands shaking by the rattle of the chain, so I pulled them apart to get rid of any slack. That didn't work, so I silently took a deep breath, calmed myself a little, and stepped forward.

The floor creeked under my toes. I froze, listening for anyone to notice. The clip clop of hooves on wood floor signaled the Longhorn's approach. I panicked and returned to the bed. I collided with the mattress and the thing creeked loudly. I was with my butt off the bed, when the thugs stepped into the room.

"Fucking Bitch," the Longhorn shouted, "What'd you think we wouldn't notice?"

Then the Wallabe mused, "How did she plan to open a door without making tons of noise bound up like that?"

I hadn't thought of that. I guessed I just wouldn't.

"Get comfy," squawked the Raven, "You aren't going anywhere."

The hours passed slowly, over time I got exhausted from being so anxious. I eventually passed out. I still remember my dream.

I was back in high school, but I was still nearly thirty and everyone knew that. I was being ridiculed by everyone, including the teacher. Then the teacher got a phone call, and interrupted class to answer it. It was for me. On the other end of the phone I could hear my own voice, screaming loud enough to break and crackle.

I woke to a pain in my wrists. I must have been pulling on the handcuffs all night... or as long as I was asleep. The window was blocked off, so I really didn't know if it was night or not.

There was talking in the other room, I squinted to notice my doorway wasn't directly guarded again. I thought for a second about trying again to get out of there, but doubted I could make it far, blind and clumsy as I was.

As anxiety started taking over, I decided to focus on trying to get what information I could. Maybe I'd be able to point the police at them once I was free... if I got free.

"So when are we making the call?" The Wallabe asked. He sounded antsy, like he doubted they were going to get away with the kidnapping.

"In the morning," the Iguana spoke as if annoyed, "I," big emphasis, "will be making the call."

"Give him something to think about all day," the Longhorn laughed.

"How much are we asking for?" squawked the Raven.

"Don't worry about that," the Iguana sounded rather satisfied, "Your cuts will be substantial."

"How substantial?" the Raven pushed.

"We find out tomorrow," the Iguana stated, "I'm headed out. I want a sharp mind when I negotiate with Mr Hibishi tomorrow. I suggest you sleep in shifts."

There was a round muttering from the other three, before a voice I didn't recognize added, "You sure we can leave these idiots to not screw things up?" I don't know why, but she sounded familiar.

One of the thugs blew sharply out of his nose in deviance.

"Oh, calm down, Pisshorn," the new voice chided.

"No names," the Iguana stated. "Not even petulant nicknames."

There was a noticable pause before the new voice responded, "Okay, sure," in a defiant tone.

Part of me hoped this one would be reckless enough for me to get some identifiers on the group, but before I got anything the Iguana spoke, "Alright, let's go. You three should set up shifts. I don't want you all sleeping at once."

The Iguana and one of the others left the house, the door slammed behind them. I took a deep breath and realized that my hopes of sneaking out during the night may have deminished before I realized I had them. I tried to sit up, but it was difficult without my arms, so I settled for laying on my side.

"What an asshole," the Wallabe spoke into the room.

"Mhm," the Longhorn confirmed, then added, "I've got first shift."

"Last shift," the Raven called.

"What?" the Wallabe moaned, "yall are making me take middle?"

"Wanna cry about it, Wimpy?" The Longhorn taunted.

"Hey," the Wallabe said, "No names."

Was that his actual name? I doubted it, but I could keep it in mind if I get asked for descriptions. Either way, I doubted it.

There were a couple clops of hoof on wood floor before the Raven spoke, "You're not actually thinking about fucking her, are you?"

The fur on my back stood on end.

"Yeah," the Longhorn casually stated, "Have you seen that ass?"

I rolled onto my back, for what little that would do, especially with my wrists propping me up. I needed to resist any way I could. Even if that wasn't much.

"Yeah," squawked the Raven, "I've also seen the rest of her."

Somehow despite the topic they were discussing, I felt a little pit in my stomach when he said that. However, I couldn't help but hope... somehow... that was enough to convince the big thug to change his mind.

"Thing is," the Longhorn laughed, "You don't have to look at the rest of em if you're fucking em from behind."

I started to panic, rolled off the bed to my feet, struggled to find my balance, then rushed to the back corner of the room. I huddled up half hidded by the turned over shelf, and sat down. Maybe if I got myself in a position that would be a pain to move me out of, he'd decide it wasn't worth the effort.

I could hear the Longhorn walking to the room they were keeping me in. I started to panic again. He openned the door. I closed my eyes tight. He stepped around to where I was somewhat hiding. I pulled on my handcuffs. He stopped above me. I held my breath. He hovered over me for a long minute.

"I'll scream," I threatened through a shaky voice.

"I'd like that," the Longhorn taunted.

I considered my options. If I fought back, he might just crush me. If I somehow managed to get away, the other two goons would likely catch me on my way out, and I doubted my ability to fend off one, so two was even more dubious. I could try to stay in this corner all night and...

He reached down and grabbed the scruff of my neck. It took seemingly no effort to pull me up to my feet... and while it hurt a bit, the reaction in my loins was more alarming. My heat chose that time to remind me that it was still lurking and wanting. I huched over from the reaction, but the Longhorn pulled me back up immediately. He dragged me by my scruff back over to the bed and threw me over the side, my legs still dangling to the floor.

I made my decision, to try to get the attention of any neighbors. I drew in a deep breath, and he slapped my butt. My scream instead released as a small "eep". The thug laughed a bit at my reaction and spanked me a second time. My body responded strongly. I grit my teeth as to not signal my burning loins to him. The Longhorn reached around me to unfasten my pants. I wanted to kick, to fight, to do something, but the fluttering in my stomach stopped me. He slid my pants off, which took a bit of effort.

"Did you piss yourself?" He asked.

I wasn't sure how to answer that, I tried to look back at him, but he pushed me back down with one hand. Even that open palm in the middle of my back made my skin tingle. A single digit pressed against my heat pad, and my knees buckled.

"The fuck is this?" the Longhorn tested the pad a couple more times with his probing finger. He then audibly sniffed the air, which I tried to do though my clogged nose.

"You're in heat?" he laughed, "Shit, you're gonna enjoy this more than me."

I tried to deny that, to tell him I wouldn't. My words died in my throat as the bull peeled back my damp undergarment. Despite my clogged nose, I could tell my scent filled the room, the Longhorn whistled upon the release. I tried to struggle, really I did, but the way he probed me with his fingers left my body wanting. I hated it, but my tail curled up for him. I couldn't bear the thought of him continuing, but I needed him to do so.

The sound of an unfastening belt played in my ears so loud, I could be deafened if it wasn't all in my head. I struggled as much as I could, a half hearted squeal escaping my lungs. I tried to kick and thrash, but my knees buckled and even if my wrists weren't bound I likely wouldn't have resisted. The heat was so bad, I needed relief, I needed it more than I wanted to get away.

Another deafening sound, his pants hitting the floor behind me. My panic started to fight back against my heat. The Longhorn then placed an object on the bed in front of my face. When his hand fell back, I realized it was his handgun, and my panic lost the will to fight. He pulled me back a bit to better access my assests, and I just let him do it.

My last bit of fight squeaked out of me, I pleaded, "please," but I didn't manage the 'don't'.

The bull laughed, I wasn't sure how prepared he was until he was lining up with my wanting passage. I felt him brush against my thigh, and my stomach fluttered. My muscles tensed up as his manhood touched the outside of my wetness. I closed my useless eyes and gritted my teeth, as he grabbed hold of each side of my waist. I took a deep breath...

He pushed in. He was going agonizingly slow as he entered. He was so big, it stretched me, but it was still smooth with how wet I was. I held my breath as he neared halfway. I knew it couldn't take as long as it felt, but my world was nothing but his entry. His grip tightened a bit as he came near. My toes curled into the dirty carpet. He bottomed out and I released my breath, little electric tingles running through my whole body.

He didn't give me much time to breath, he started pumping into me, hilting fully into me again and again. I was twisting in sweet bliss as he sped up with each thrust. He gripped my sides to a painful degree, but I wanted more. He gave it to me, pounding me harder and harder still.

I don't know how long he had been going. An hour? Ten minutes? Forty seconds? Whatever it was was enough to take me over the edge. I came hard, moaning shamelessly, spraying all my juices over his groin. He could tell, I think, as he let go of my hips to pull on the chain to my shackles, and press his opposite thumb into my asshole. The digit probing in and out with each of his thrusts.

"Scream, bitch," my bull snarled, "Scream for me."

I did, completely unable to control myself, ready to let him do whatever he wanted to me. My voice was shrill and wild, broken up by his pounding into my eager pussy. He pulled his thumb out my ass to lean forward and grab me around the neck. He pulled my head back and I drooled onto the bedsheets, my moans sounding into the night despite how he muffled me.

His thrusts became more shallow, and his chest pressed my tail into my back. He kept bucking into me for another minute, before he gave a hard deep thrust, lights spining in my blurry vision. He pulled back for another hard thrust, then another. One last push, fully hilted into me and his dick pulsed inside of me, releasing his seed deep into my womb. For a brief second I wished desperately that I could carry his calves, the cruel fate of my disfunctional pussy tormented me. I came anyways, calling out loud again, letting the whole world know of his conquest.

He collapsed atop me and let out strong breaths. He then stood and laughed at me. I was a mess, breathing erratically, tail wagging mindlessly, semen seeping out of me. I didn't know exactly how it played out as an image, but it made him chuckle, so it must have been good.

"Are you nuts?" squawked the Raven from the doorway, "the whole neighborhood could hear that! When did you take her gag off?"

The Longhorn just chuckled, "Who's gonna care. As far as anybody knows-"

Hw was interrupted by a loud crash in the other room. Several booted feet pounded inside with military like percision. Both thugs grabbed their guns, but the Raven was too late, several shots were fired taking him down instantly.

The Longhorn reached down and grabbed my neck, pulling me up to my feet and pressed his gun into my ear. The feeling of cold steel brought me out of my bliss and back into panic. He had to lift me off the floor to get me to cover much of him, but I quickly became the anthro shield, as two men in full body armor and masks rushed into the doorway.

The men paused, pointing their assault rifles at us. One of them gave some sort of handsign ro the other but they kept their guns ready. The Longhorn shook me, causing our mixed juices to slosh out of me. Then they all froze as if no one was sure was was going to happen next.

"I'll shoot her!" The Longhorn shouted, "Don't fuck with-"

His head exploded into visceral before he could finish his words. Blood, bone shards, and grey matter collided with the side of my head before I stumbed to the floor. The body landed atop me and I panicked to get it off me. It was too heavy and still bleeding onto me. I started hyperventilating, stuggling to get free.

Several calls of "Clear!" Sounded from around the house, and the men relaxed their weapons. The whole process took less than a minute.

One of the masked men pulled the body off of me, and helped me up. It took me a moment to find my feet, and I nearly tripped over the body. My stomach churned as I looked down at my kidnapper. I tried to wipe some of the gunk off my face, but then saw my bloody paw. I was suddenly so dizzy I fell to my knees and vomitted.

Apparently having all that blood on my face meant I had to go into the ER. They had to run some tests to make sure I didn't catch anything. Then they let me get a shower and gave me some paper clothes to change into. It was nearing morning when I arrived, and someone called me a ride. I really wasn't sure who'd come for me.

It was a while, and they gave me a bag lunch to occupy me. It was a balogna sandwich and an orange. Even though I was really hungry, it was hard to force myself to eat. I had some time alone with my thought, something I wasn't sure if I wanted.

One of the three thugs at the house, the Wallabe, was taken into custody. The other two were shot down. I was briefly questioned before being carted off. The thugs were right not to use names, as that was one of the first things I was asked. When I admitted I didn't hear any, they asked if I had heard of a Mr Chomp Biggs. I promised them I would answer any questions they had after I got cleaned up. They decided that was acceptable.

Someone pulled the sheet hiding me from the other paitents back. It was one of the nurses and... my dad. He was wearing a pajama top with his slacks, and his hair was messy like he'd never go out with. His face read of supreme relief.

"????," he pronounced my name all proper like.

"?????," I responded, I know a little bit.

He walked over to me, probably careful not to cause me any more stress. I stood out of the hospital bed. We hugged, tightly. We both even cried a little.

"I already called your job," he said, "They told me you could take off as much time as you needed, just keep them informed."

A little weight left my shoulders, I guess I hadn't even realized I was worried about that. We released from the hug, and the nurse who was still watching was giving us a patient smile. He then explained that I was ready for discharge. We followed him out so that the next patient could be brought in.

I did rnd up going to Japan after that. Spent a lot of time with my grandmother who barely speaks any English but cooked some intense noodles. My Dad worked most of the time, but it was nice. I didn't really do much city exploring, a little shaken up for that.

My sister Suki went with me. She spent some vacation days, and wanted to make sure I wasn't alone ever. Apparently she was pregnant, just not far enough along for me to notice. I tried not to express my jealousy... but I would be happy to be an aunt if anything.

I later found out the police had already been watching the crew who kidnapped me. They were associated with a criminal organization they were trying to take down. Dad said he would have been prepared to pay whatever they asked for, and was pretty upset that they risked that shot over my shoulder.

I don't know if I ever fully recovered from the event. I spoke to a therapist a couple of times, but my manager resisted giving me a schedule that allowed me to continue doing so. I'm not the type to raise a stink about much, so I sort of just let her have her way.