Friend, Foe, or Slave

Introduction

Written by Omegawolf

Copyright © 2007 by Omegawolf, all rights reserved. Reproduction and distribution of this work by any means without the expressed written permission of the author, or hotlinking from another website without the expressed written permission of the author and BondoFox, is expressly forbidden. Similarity to any person, living or dead, is coincidental.

Author's Note: This story is short on purpose. It's the intro to a trilogy. This story contains M/f bondage and rape.

"Hey watch where you're going!"

"I.. I'm s..."

Tracy was in haste, and she couldn't lift her head. She was in a city of racoons, hiding her face under a cloth hood and her tail down her cheap, dirty dress. She made sure the cape piece of her hood covered the slit for her tail for fear someone would see through. She wasn't a racoon and knew she would be in serious trouble if she was found. She had to scan for feet in front of her before she could lift her head to find an inn; a small one. She gulped heavilly as she walked in, keeping her head down as she approached the innkeeper, offering three gold pieces with a shaking black paw, still keeping the rest of her arm hidden.

"A r-room please..."

Noticing the obvious fear in the voice of this one, the innkeeper didn't question her.

"Of course m'lady. Up the stairs and into the second door on the left."

Tracy quickly made her way up the stairs into the room she was directed to. As she entered the room, she closed the door and slid down it onto the floor breathing a huge sigh of relief. She removed the hood and pulled her tail back through the slit of her dress, a very relieved red fox. She couldn't expose herself to any of the racoons in their capital city. Her kind were at war with the racoons, and losing. She would have to hide here for the night, get some food, and set out to try and find a place to stay until the war calmed down.

As she stood up, the door started to open. She gasped and jumped behind it quickly.

"I'm not dressed! hold on!"

A female voice came from behind the door.

"Oh! Apologies, m'lady I thought the room was unoccupied. I was here to make the bed and clean. Here.."

A racoon paw reached around the door and took a tag from the handle, moving it to the front.

"There, now I'll know you're here. Good day."

As the door shut, the fox's pounding heart started to slow, and she let herself flop onto the bed. She tried hard to relax, to take a short nap, but the fear of being caught wasn't going away. Her eyes popped open as there was suddenly a pounding on the door.

"Open up! City guard!"

The vixen began to pant heavilly with fear again, scrambling for her hood while trying to pull the tail back into her dress.

"J-Just a moment!"

With a slight whimper, she placed her shaking paw onto the door handle and with much hesitation, she opened it, seeing the feet of the racoon guard at her door.

"You will remove your hood!"

"S-Sir I... My face is burnt, I must insist you don't make me show--"

"You WILL remove the hood!"

Tracy began to pant heavilly again, shaking harder now.

"N-No please... you can follow me anywhere... j-just don't--"

"Remove it NOW or I will remove it for you!"

With a cower and a whimper, she slowly moved her shakey paws to her hood, and slowly pulled it back, showing her terrified, vulpine face to the racoon guard, whose eyes narrow as he saw what she was hiding.

"A FOX!"

"I'm only here for the night! I won't be any trouble!"

"You're a SPY!"

"I'm not! I'm leaving in the morning! You have to believe me, I--"

"You're under arrest, fox spy!"

She yelped as the racoon's paw gripped her headfur, pulling and shoving her out of the room into a group of other guards. As frightened as she was, she didn't resist, but she had no idea what the racoons' laws were for spying. The walk out of the inn, past turned heads and whispers, and towards the castle was the longest walk of her life. Her eyes fell to the ground as she started to give up hope. She had no idea what would happen to her or her country. Her entire species' fate was in the paws of the racoons now.

She blinked and looked up as she noticed she wasn't in a prison area, but... a throne room. They were taking her to see the king. Her eyes brightened. She knew the king probably wouldn't listen, but now was her one chance to speak for her people. As they stop in front of the king, she kneeled before the king and lowered her head before the guard's paw was able to force her.

"We found a spy at the Growing Oak Inn, my lord."

She waited for a moment, not lifting her head, not knowing what was going on in front of her or around her. She heard whispers in front of her, probably the king's advisor. Finally, King Alex of the racoons broke the silence.

"You will tell us what you have learned and what you have reported. You will be kept here and released if what you say is found to be true. If it is false, then you will be executed. You may stand and speak."

Her eyes lit up even more. She stood up slowly and met the king's eyes.

"Y... Your grace... I... I am no spy.. I'm a simple peasant... I only wish to rest, buy some food, and return to my country."

The king looked to be pondering for a moment. The silence seemed horribly long to the still-frightened fox. Her heard pounded with each passing second. The room was filled with the scent of her fear, but could racoons sense that as a fox could? The king finally spoke again.

"Then how did you end up in my capital city, fox? Are you saying you are a refugee?"

She nodded

"Then why didn't you flee to another fox city?"

"I... was already in your country..."

"And you say you're not a spy?"

"Y-Yes... I was delivering food to a unit that was camped two days away from this city. It was night... most of them were asleep... and... then we were attacked. Me and the other peasants scattered... s-some were killed... When they left, I tried to gather some food to go back home... but some racoon soldiers came back... they didn't see me, so I just took a purse of gold from one of our..... and I came here..."

Silence filled the room once more. The king stood up and walked towards Tracy. She immediately kneeled and lowered her head again, hoping he believed her story.

"To your feet. Let me see your eyes."

She slowly looked up into the king's eyes, her own filled with fear. If racoons couldn't sense fear, the king could certainly see it in her eyes.

"What do you know of this war?"

"Your grace, the unit I was delivering food to was our only chance of winning. Once our king knows of their defeat, he will surely surrender... M... May I ask a question...?"

"Speak."

"Wh... what will become of my people once the war is over?"

"I intend to take some of your land, either by treaty or by force. Once that is done, we will talk peace agreements with your king if he wishes to do so. As for your people, they will be allowed to leave the cities we take."

"So you're not going to take over our country? We... we remain free? W... we thought you meant to enslave us."

"No, that was never my intent."

Her eyes fogged up as he said that, her mind filled with relief and hope of peace. The king smirked and walked back to his throne.

"This fox is no spy."

Her eyes lit up and she had to stop herself from screaming with joy, only a heavy, relieved breath escaped her, but then she noticed the advisor, a taller-than-average racoon with mild muscular outlines on his arms and around his neck, wasn't satisfied.

"Sire wait. You can't trust this fox so easilly. We are at war with her kind. Yes she acts innocent, but remember foxes have a certain skill with fooling people."

Tracy's spirits faded. Her fear returned. Just the right words would shatter her hope of getting out of the city alive. The king turned to look at Tracy again.

"I don't think she's fooling. Her eyes don't have the look of someone who's fooling. If you remember I interrogated spies before I became king."

"Then what will you do?"

"I'll keep her in a room in the castle for the night. Tomorrow morning, if she wishes to stay longer, we will give her a room in the Soaring Griff-Inn."

"GIVE her a room? Your highness I must protest to--"

"Now, Ian, if she were a spy, she would have known better than to go hiding her face in an inn that our guards frequent more often than others."

"But she..."

The advisor paused, his eyes meeting that of Tracy's. Something suddenly shifted his thoughts. He looked at her for a moment, her only reaction being to timidly look away.

"Hmm... you know, you're probably right, my lord."

She looked up at him again, eyes lighting up once more, but something just wasn't right about the way he was looking at her. The king spoke again.

"Good, then it's settled. Guards, show her to a room, and Ian, send out the word. I want an inn cleared out in every town to take in any more refugees that might turn up."

Tracy suddenly spoke up again.

"S-Sire..."

The king turned and extended his paw to motion the young vixen to speak.

"You are, indeed, a merciful king. If you would permit me to kiss your majesty's foot, I would be honored and greatful."

"You want to... kiss my foot?"

"Y.. yes it's how we show respect to our king in my country..."

The racoon king pauses for a moment and then walks towards Tracy, who kneels and lowers her head again.

"W... with your majesty's permission."

"As you wish."

She dipped her head to the racoon king's foot and closed her eyes as she kissed it as she would her own king, all the while not noticing Ian attempting to sneak a look down the vixen's dress.

"Thank you, sir..."

Rest came easily for Tracy now. Her mind was freed of worry, and she would be able to brag at home about her meeting with King Alex of the racoons. She slept pretty well considering all she'd been through. The bed was soft and comfortable, and it looked absolutely wonderful. She wondered how she would ever be able to sleep on the floor or in a peasant bed ever again. She didn't even mind the guard standing outside her room at the inn the whole time she'd be there. She had also gotten a bite to eat in the morning.

She was just getting ready to leave for her own country later that morning when there was a knock at the door. As soon as she opened the door, Ian, the king's advisor, slowly, but firmly pushed her aside as he entered the room and closed the door, causing her to gasp in suprise as she backed up.

"Good morning, fox. Oh, let's not call you 'fox' anymore. What's you're real name?"

"T... Tracy, sir."

"Tracy... a cute name. Fitting enough for a cute vixen."

He reached out to scratch her chin, but she quickly backed up, her eyes not leaving his.

"What.. are you here for, sir?"

Ian chuckled and moved slowly towards her, licking his lips. Her breathing quickened as she backed away just as slowly, uneasy about the larger racoon's actions.

"My good word to the king comes with a price, Tracy."

"L-Look you can have all the gold I have, but if you don't mind me saying, sir, you're making me uncomfortable."

"Oh, I don't mind... but I don't care either."

With that, his paw gripped the young fox's wrist tightly, keeping her from backing up any farther. She screamed in horror as she tried to pull away from him, but his grip was too firm, and her strength couldn't possibly compare to his.

"G... Guard!!"

Gripping her other wrist, he spun around to force her back against the bed, then forcing her down onto it as she screamed out for the guard again. He crawled quickly on top of her, holding her wrists down as his body pinned the rest of her, making sure to keep his body out of biting range, even though she didn't think to do so.

"Guard! HELP!"

"Save your breath, girl. The guard is under my command. He won't save you."

She gasped as he dipped his head to nibble on her neck, struggling futilly against the larger racoon's strength.

"Stop! Please! Let me go!!"

Ian said no more as he reached into his gold pouch and retrieved, not gold, but seceral lengths of rope. As much as he would have loved to hear her screams and cries for help, he wraps the first length around her muzzle.

"NO! NOO--MMPH!"

A tight knot is tied, preventing any possible biting. His next length of rope was used to tightly bind both her wrists together and to the bed. Two more were tightly knotted onto her ankles, then to the bedposts, leaving her helpless and spread for the highly aroused racoon to play with. Muffled protests and whimpers filled the room as she tried to free herself with no success. The racoon then stood up, undressing himself with a chuckle, his thick, hard shaft slapping against his abdomen as he freed it from his trousers.

"Heheh, go ahead and squirm, bitch. It won't matter. You're all mine now, until I'm done with you."

She screamed out again as he approached, her eyes widening as his paw slid through the fur of her inner-leg, slowly up her cheap dress. She shook her head in protest, trembling as she tried to pull herself away from Ian's paw as he aproached her vulnerable slit. She clenched her labia tight as she felt his finger touch her, squealing and desperately trying to move her hips away from the questing finger as it penetrated her.

With this unwelcome invasion, tears started to drip down the sides of her face as she squealed and squirmed with terror, much to Ian's delight. He removed his finger to climb back onto the bed, looking with a smirk down at the horrified eyes of the helpless vixen, grabbing her dress and ripping it down the middle, exposing her white, fuzzy breasts, and all the way down, ripping it from her now naked body.

She shook her head wildly as she continued to struggle against the ropes as the racoon lowered his body onto her, rubbing his paw through the fur of her breasts and down her abdomen, feeling the muscles inside her tense at his touch as she screamed out in terror, feeling his body press down onto her and his cock press firmly against her slit, placing both paws on her hips to hold them still long enough to get his cock past those lips as she shrieked and jerked, her eyes wide from the feeling of the thick, hot flesh sliding into her body. Ian let out a groan of pleasure as he began rocking his hips back and forth, feeling the pleasure begin to course through him as his frightened victim continued to make futile attempts to stop him.

Ian gladly took his time, knowing he has all the time he needs to play with the young female, and no one would be allowed in to interrupt him. He continued slowly rocking his hips, grabbing her head to keep it still while he issued light kisses to her lips, chuckling as he felt her try so hard to move her head away, protesting muffledly as he uses her helpless body for his own pleasure, fulfilling his lust for the frightened vixen. He murred loudly with extended pleasure as she couldn't help but tighten her cunt around his invading cock, wanting it out of her, but powerless to stop it.

It never got any less painful either. The racoon soon picked up his thrusts, rocking the bed to smack against the wall with more powerful thrusts, growling and murring as the vixen shrieked again and again, eyes wide as she was more violently raped, her female parts being abused for the racoon's own desires, pounding his cock deep into her stretched cunt, continuing to make her shriek both in fear and pain as the thrusts became even harder. The racoon clenched his teeth, continuing to violently pound into the helpless fox as his cock grew harder and then began to throb and spurt his racoon seed into his new toy, panting and groaning as he felt his cock pulsing against the tight walls of his victim's cunt. She couldn't help but sob as the racoon finished her off.

Slowly, with gasps and grints, he pulled his wet shaft from her abused hole, panting and wiping the remaining cum on her inner thighs as she squirmed and sobbed from the experience.

"Ah... Mmmm... so good... you... are one hot bitch..."

He paused to finish panting, letting out a murr as he slowly stood up and started dressing himself again, watching the cum drip from the pounded hole of the trembling, sobbing vixen. He licked his lips as he lowered himself onto her again, loving the way she squirmed and squealed from his touch once again as he pressed his body to her, leaning down to her ear, grabbing her muzzle to keep her head still.

"You will stay here until the war is over, and possibly longer. Until you leave, you are my slave. My..."

...rubbing his paw against her inner-thigh, causing her to squirm and shake with fear again...

"...pleasure slave, my fuck toy, my bitch. You will also keep it a secret, not for me, but for yourself. See, if you were to speak up against me, it would make it so easy to make the king believe you really were a spy and have you beheaded."

Her eyes widened with this. For the first time during this whole experience, she went silent with terror, realising that the racoon was right. As the king's appointed advisor, she couldn't possibly get the king to take her side of it. She was trapped. Trapped as a slave with no way out except being forced to endure whatever the racoon would do to her.

"I suppose that means you understand then? Good. I'll send you a new dress soon. Remember, you keep your mouth shut, and you'll go home alive."

With that, he slightly loosened the ropes around her wrists as he walked to the door, murring at the thought of what all he would do with his new toy.