Vixen Becomes a Slave

Written by Captain Saicin

Copyright © 2006 by Captain Saicin, 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.

This is my very first attempt at creative writing or otherwise 'fiction' of any kind. It is a short story I wrote over the course of two nights. I spent over 7 hours on it in full - far less time than I had anticipated for such an undertaking. I am very proud of the results, not for how it turned out, but how I applied myself to it and finished it. Nevertheless, this is not only my first story, but it is very likely to be my last. This story may be refined or expanded on later in a second installment, but I doubt it.

This story is a tribute to Eisfuchs, whose stories (especially his Rey and Donya series) inspired me to try and write one of my own. Thank You, Eisfuchs, for the great writing and inspiration. =)

If anyone would like to draw accompanying illustrations to the story, or would otherwise like to depict scene of this writing, they are welcome to do so, provided that they inform me of it and allow me to see the results =)

Mid afternoon sun beat relentlessly down on the vixen as she walked down a back alley in the warehouse district of her hometown. It was summer, and the heat today was less forgiving than usual on her walk home from work. She stopped to pause in the shade of an open doorway, mentally thanking herself for choosing this new route home today, with its more plentiful shade in the lee of the larger buildings. Under her light garb, her fur was mostly a rich, dark red, and seemed to share more than color with the sun warmed bricks that now radiated heat at her from the building on the far side of the alley. Overcome by the welcome breeze of cool air from the building, she sat down on the concrete doorstep to rest.

Peering into the dark interior of the building, she wondered of its previous use. This section of the district seemed mostly abandoned. She sat at the edge of a lobby room of some kind, completely stripped of carpet, bare walls still showing where the previous owners had removed shelves from them. In the back of the room, a doorway stood leading to the main building, door partially ajar. Within, it resembled a small, low-ceilinged warehouse, though she could not see very far past the door. As her mind began to wander, she was suddenly startled by a slight noise emanating from somewhere within the building, penetrating the silence that until now she had scarcely noticed. Listening intently, she heard it again, resolving itself into a low moan coming from beyond the door – there was someone inside!

The vixen wanted to bolt out the doorway and back into the alley, but at the same time, her curiosity nagged at her. Swallowing her fear, she slowly rose and began to move quietly toward the door, having decided to investigate. Trying to stay out of view of whomever may be inside, she arrived at the doorway and pressed herself to the wall, listening. Somewhere beyond the door, the moan came again. Subconsciously, she licked her jowls - they sound like they're having fun! Although she would never admit it to anyone, she was somewhat aroused by the sounds coming from the other side. Sucking in a deep breath, she peered around the edge of the doorway into the other room. It was completely dark inside and she could not see anyone. Noting the conspicuous shadow she cast upon the floor in the darkened room, she quickly moved inside, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness.

Once she could see reasonably well, she glanced about to get her bearings. The room was indeed a warehouse, though smaller than she had imagined, and windowless. She did not see a light anywhere, and it occurred to her that there had not been switch on the way in either; if the room did have lighting, it must be controlled from another entrance somewhere. In spite of the darkness, she could make out the rough unfinished interior, which was divided up in places by support beams, pallets and shelving frames that prevented her from taking in the full depth of the warehouse from her point of view. She heard the moan again, this time louder, and spotted movement out of the corner of her eye to the right. Turning with a start, she strained her eyes to see what had moved, and made out what appeared to be a solid-based table of some kind, upon the surface of which a dark, shapeless form was slightly shifting. Her curiosity fully aroused now, she moved forward for a better view, sure that if anyone was going to notice her, he or she would have done so by now.

She was now standing directly over the table and her eyes - fully adjusted to the darkness now - took in a sight that made her heart race with excitement. More than her curiosity was aroused now, as she looked down upon the form of a feline, spread-eagled beneath a sheet of black latex, which conformed tightly to every inch of the feline's body. The feline, which appeared by form to be a leopardess, seemed to be struggling lightly beneath the shiny sheet which pinned her firmly to the table. A pair of cords ran from a point in the latex between the leopardess' thighs and disappeared over the edge of the table past her footpaws. From this close, the vixen could now tell that the table itself was making a quiet humming noise, and she deduced it must be working to keep the leopardess sealed within. The table was some kind of exotic vacuum bed, pumping all of the air out of the space below the latex to immobilize the creature inside. The vixen could see no controls or openings around the edge. Following the edge of the table from the leopardess' side, she made her way around past the leopardess' head, and on to the other side, the vixen searched for some kind of opening or control for the table. Still finding none, the vixen proceeded at last to the foot of the table, and glanced up between the leopardess' latex-encased legs to her mound, and then up to the muzzle, where a hose protruded from the latex. 'For breathing,' she thought. Glancing back down, the vixen followed the cord down, and reached out to grasp the device hanging from the end of it. Even in the darkness, she could see that it was some kind of controller. On one end, the controller sported a dial, and on the other, a small bulb pump.

Drawing in a breath, the vixen giggled. This device was holding the leopardess immobile and helpless, and she felt completely in control. She would have fun with this, the vixen thought. Grasping the middle of the controller in one paw, the vixen gave the bulb a squeeze with the other, being rewarded with a muffled moan from the leopardess on the table, who immediately began to squirm. 'This is so hot!' The vixen could hardly contain herself. Giving the bulb another squeeze, she moved her other paw to the dial and turned it slightly. A second humming began at the base of the cord, and the vixen knew it must be a vibrator nestled deep within the leopardess' vagina. The bulb, she reasoned, must be some kind of inflatable plug, probably set in the leopardess' tailhole. As the vibrator started, the leopardess' moans became more audible, and her squirming increased. Chuckling to herself, the vixen turned the dial further, hearing the humming rise in pitch. The leopardess was now struggling furiously, yet the latex which bound her to the table was holding her fast, and the vixen knew there was no way she could escape.

The vixen tried to imagine how the leopardess must have been inwardly begging for release; being subjected to such treatment yet unable to bring herself to climax must be maddening for her. The vixen decided to tease and toy with the helpless leopardess some more. She turned the vibrator back down to the lowest setting – 'Don't want you to come… I've only started with you,' the vixen thought, smiling. She gave the bulb another few squeezes, listening to the leopardess' moans, and then returned it to dangle at the end of the cord. She strode around to the side of the table, and placed her ear near the latex-encased muzzle to listen to the leopardess' labored breathing amidst longing moans of unreleased arousal. The vixen found herself exploring her own sex in excitement, and pulled her paw away to tease instead the leopardess' clit through the layer of latex that encased it. Squirming, the leopardess tried to rub herself into the teasing paw harder, until the vixen withdrew it, grinning wickedly.

"I don't think I'm going to let you come," the vixen whispered to her helpless captive, "you just stay here and I'll be back."

Turning from the table, the vixen moved off to explore more of the room, hearing the muffled moans of protest emanating from the struggling leopardess on the table.

'What a sexy find this is,' thought the vixen. She wondered briefly who the leopardess was that lay in that bondage device, and what she was doing there. To the vixen, it really didn't matter; she was enjoying herself with the leopardess' predicament. The situation really turned the vixen on, and she found toying with the leopardess hot as hell. Yes, she would have much more fun with her before she left… she really didn't have anything to do this evening, and it wouldn't hurt to stay for a while. Her only real worry was if someone else showed up, though if that happened, she could always run – she was fast enough in the open, and confident that nobody would catch her in this darkness.

The vixen's thoughts were cut short as she rounded a corner and almost collided with a large wooden frame. From the end that faced her, she could see a stockade-like wooden yoke, from which protruded, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, a pair of paws, framing the hooded head of a canine creature. The hood itself was an intriguing device, as it held the entire head from the base of the neck to the tips of the ears and nose in a bloated embrace. The hood, which seemed to be locked on, as denoted by a single padlock at the neck, appeared to be inflated around the face, much like a beach ball. A pair of breathing hoses protruded from the black rubber of the hood below the nose. Suddenly, as if just noticing her presence, the creature let out a whine, muffled and barely audible through the hood it was wearing. Slightly startled, the vixen backed off a step as the creature began to squirm. Craning her neck to peer around the side of the yoke, the vixen took in the rest of the scene at a glance.

The creature – a wolfess – was stretched out, belly-down and spread-eagled across a padded wooden bench, slightly above chest height. The footpaws of the wolfess were restrained as her head and forepaws were, in padlock-secured wooden stocks on the far side of the bench. Her tail was also restrained, held down to the top of the stocks holding her footpaws by means of a cuff and a couple links of chain. Aside from a sturdy-looking harness of some kind locked with similar padlocks around her hips, the wolfess was wearing nothing on her body, and her mottled grey and white fur shone softly in the dark room. Immobilized as she was, the wolfess' position looked comfortable enough given the thick pads lining the bench where she lay as well as the inside of the stocks that held her paws. Satisfied that the wolfess was secure and helpless, the vixen returned her attention to the hood. Stepping forward again, she reached out and touched the cold metal of the lock that held it in place. As she did so, the wolfess whined again and tugged at the solid wood frame that held her. The vixen smiled. Tugging lightly on the collar of the hood, the vixen tested its purchase on the wolfess' head. The lock held it firmly, and it would not budge.

"I guess that's not coming off," the vixen said aloud to herself.

The wolfess whined again. There were no keys in sight, so the hood would stay on. 'It will be more fun this way anyway,' the vixen reasoned. Circling around to the side of the bench, she took a closer look at the harness encircling the wolfess' hips and grinned. Whoever had made this knew what they were doing, and the harness wrapped snugly around her form, holding firmly inside her a pair of toys. Pressed into the wolfess were a large vibrator and an inflatable anal toy. Judging by the harness, without the key, she would not have been able to remove either, even if she wanted to. The telltale cords ran from points at the base of the harness and over the far edge of the bench. Pulling on them, the vixen drew the familiar remote up onto the bench. Reaching across the bench to retrieve it, she noticed a metal-lined hole recessed into the bench pad directly below the wolfess' sex – a pipe, running down into the bench. She puzzled as to its use, and figured that it served to mount some kind of apparatus not present here, and so decided to disregard it for the time being.

Picking up the remote, the vixen gave the bulb a slow squeeze. The wolfess responded with a low moan.

"So you like that, do you? Well, there's more where that came from," the vixen cackled.

Smiling, she gave the bulb a few more squeezes, rapidly this time. The wolfess moaned more loudly and began to struggle and strain against her bonds.

"It's useless," the vixen said, "you're not going anywhere, so you might as well try and enjoy it."

Giving the bulb another squeeze, she watched in amusement as the wolfess reacted to the plug widening in her tailhole, stretching her out further. Turning the dial, she heard the dildo come to life with a hum and watched the wolfess, overcome with lust, straining furiously in her bonds, her longing moans rising to mingle with the hum of the vibrator stuck deeply inside her.

Setting the remote down on the bench, dildo still active, the vixen started to run her paws along the prone figure. Stroking the wolfess' fur, the vixen worked her paws up one thigh, and reaching beneath the wolfess' tail, she played her paws around the edges of the harness, teasing her captive's rump. Giving her ass a light swat, the vixen felt the wolfess shudder as the plug moved inside her. Retracting her paw, the vixen circled back around to the wolfess' head, where it remained held between her forepaws. The vixen ran her paw down the front of the inflated hood to the tip of the wolfess' nose. Then the vixen reached to the end of the breathing tubes, and covered them both with her paw pads, cutting off the flow of air. The wolfess began to struggle wildly, unable to breathe or stop her tormentor. The vixen waited a few moments, watching as the wolfess' futile struggles increased in energy and desperation before finally releasing the tubes and hearing the wolfess suck in air greedily. Just then, the vixen heard the quiet groans of frustration in the distance, reminding her of the leopardess whom she had left to her torment of arousal and denial. Without turning the wolfess' vibrator back off or releasing the pressure of the plug, the vixen spoke jokingly to her.
"Now don't you go anywhere! I'll be back to play with you more later… We have aaall night."
Turning from the muted whines of the wolfess, the vixen headed back in the direction from which she had come.

She did not get far, however, before something else caught her eye. It was a box – or more correctly, a cube-shaped frame – about waist-high. She had not noticed it coming from the other direction, but now she went to it for a closer look, the exasperated moans of the leopardess momentarily forgotten.

It was of metal construction, the bottom side a solid metal panel, at the center of which rested a padded block of about 10 inches in height. Over the block was stretched a sheet of thick, clear latex with two small circular holes in it near the center. The latex tapered down to meet with the metal panel around the edges. At each corner of the square panel, a steel pipe ran upwards, forming the vertical sides of the frame and terminating in a second set of four pipes, which ran from front to back and side to side conjoining them a torso's height from the top of the padded block. Each of the pipes had holes drilled every couple of inches along their length, facing the center of the frame, and each of the vertical pipes had also a metal anchoring loop near the bottom, facing the same direction of the holes. Atop of the pipes was affixed a second metal panel, this one with a padded hole in the center and three seams running front to back, one through the center of the hole, and the others near the edges. Between the tops of the pipes and the bottom of the upper metal plate, a second clear latex sheet was stretched, with a matching hole in its center. A latch adorned the center seam without a lock to hold it closed. Flipping the latch open, the vixen gave the panel a tug. Confirming her suspicion, the panel opened up at the center, the seams along the side pivoting the center split-panel upward on well-concealed hinges. Closing the top again, she stood back to take the whole thing in.

The frame was elevated above the floor by several inches, resting on – or more accurately, bolted to - metal blocks at the corners, which were attached solidly to the cement floor. Both the top and bottom panels had one side of a heavy zipper around the perimeter. From the looks of it, it was meant as some kind of bondage frame, which someone could sit in and close the top panel around their neck. The padded block was apparently meant for the occupant to sit upon while in the device. Noticing a glint of metal on the floor beneath the frame, the vixen lowered herself, pressing her white belly fur against the cold floor get a better view of the object. It was a small padlock, a key still in its keyhole. Withdrawing it from under the frame, she discovered it was attached to a hood, virtually identical to the one the wolfess was wearing. She made up her mind to try it on, but first lowered herself to the floor again to see if the frame hid anything else beneath it. She could see a metal-lined hole in the floor, similar to the one on the wolfess' bench, and above it a trap door of some kind in the bottom of the bottom plate. It looked to be about the right size to fit through it the padded sitting block which rested just above, but she could see no way of opening it. Testing the sitting block with her full weight, it did not move, so it must be safe. Stripping off her clothes, the vixen decided to try it out.

Opening the top panel of the frame again, she sat upon the latex-covered block and pushed her head up through the stretchable hole in the upper sheet of latex. Next, she lowered the top panel, closing it about her neck. It fit snugly, holding her in place. Still holding the hood, she reopened the panel and withdrew herself so she could put it on. The hood opened in the back once the lock was removed. She set the lock and key down within reach and looked at the hood. It had an inflation pump attached to the front of its neck – something she had not seen on the wolfess. Pulling on the hose, she discovered why, as the hose and pump disconnected from the hood with a click. Replacing the hose over the metal connector on the front of the hood neck, she pushed it home, hearing it secure with another click. Now looking inside the hood, it tapered toward a point where it would hold her muzzle shut, and at the end, a long air bladder protruded into the cavity, with the two breathing hoses sticking from the end. Once the hood was on and inflated, this must expand to fill the jaws and hold the breathing tubes in place near the back of the throat. 'But why two tubes?' She hadn't had that one figured out… Giggling excitedly, and now completely ignoring the mingling moans of the leopardess and wolfess whom she had left unattended, she started to slide into the hood.

It took a few tries for her to get it on right, but eventually she learned that by tilting her head back, she could get the air bladder to fall into place neatly between her jaws. Giving it a final adjustment, the vixen pulled it closed around the back of her head, and reached down to retrieve the lock. Cinching the hood tight, she lifted the lock to the buckle and closed it, securing the hood in place. She turned around, and by sense of touch placed the key on the corner of the top panel of the frame before proceeding to pump the hood up. The first thing she noticed as she started pumping up the hood, was that it began to mute all the sounds of moaning and struggling coming from her two captives as it expanded into the insides of her ears. The second was that the hood expanded both around and inside her jaws, holding her muzzle securely shut and exerting pressure on her tongue and the inside of her mouth. She could breathe through the tubes, but the hood felt very confining, in an erotic way. She gave an experimental yip into the hood as best she could, and discovered that it very efficiently gagged her, hardly allowing her to make a sound. Furthermore, she could not see anything through the dark material that muted all her senses. This was exciting!

Carefully, the vixen turned, picking up the key from the corner of the top frame panel, she placed it on the floor directly in front of the frame where she would be able to find it again. Then, removing the pump and hose from the hood with a click, she placed them beside it, and lifting the top plate, climbed back into the frame. With some difficulty, she managed to get her hooded head through the hole in the latex, and then closed the top frame panel about her neck, securing herself once again.

Situating herself comfortably on the padded sitting block, the vixen quickly dove into her fantasies. The erotic sensations of the hood were almost too much for her, and she had to fight hard with herself to keep from masturbating. For several minutes, she sat in the frame, toying with herself and indulging in her senses.

The sound of a light click brought her abruptly out of her fantasy. She immediately pushed up on the plate, but it would not budge. Suddenly frantic, she pushed harder on the plate, but it still would not yield. Then her heart missed a beat as she heard a sinuous male voice.
"Comfortable my dear? Don't bother with the opening, I've locked it," the cold voice intoned, muted by the hood.

She tried to say something, but the gag was far too effective, and hardly a mumble issued forth. She was trapped!
Reaching forward, she felt the edge of the plate. Confirming her worst fears, she felt the cold metal of a padlock adorning the latch, and she was powerless to remove it. The voice continued.

"I'm quite impressed! You certainly wasted no time in trying on the hood. You're quite a catch!"

Suddenly the vixen felt the owner of the voice seize her forepaws. She tried to pull away, but her captor had no trouble overpowering her. She felt him secure cuffs to her wrists. He then pulled her forepaws roughly behind her back and she felt more than heard the click as they were latched to the loops she had observed on the pipes earlier. She tried to scream, but only a muffled groan escaped her self-imposed gag.

"Making noise won't get you anywhere, dear, there's nobody around to hear you, and even if there was, you can't make much noise with that hood on."

She was filled with dread as her captor spoke, moving on to cuff and secure her footpaws to the loops in the forward pipes in a the same fashion. What was he going to do? Was she to be sold into slavery? Raped and murdered? Or perhaps she would just be kept here as an addition to the room? The vixen did not know which would be worse. Her captor spoke again.

"Since you liked the toy harness so much, here's one of your own."

Horrified, she felt the padded block fall away, leaving her suspended over the bottom plate. She tried to cover her exposed sex with her tail, but discovered it had been secured up and out of the way behind her, useless. Soon after, she felt the cold wet touch of a lubed plug to the pucker of her tailhole. The vixen moaned loudly as he slowly pushed it home. The large plug felt strange and foreign as it filled her. Unable to resist with her forepaws secured behind her and her footpaws in front to the frame, the vixen could only wait in terror as a second object was introduced to her nether regions, slowly and deliberately penetrating her. The dildo was large enough to generate great discomfort as it finished its invasion of her love tunnel and took up residence, her captor securing it in place with the same kind of locking harness she had seen on the wolfess. The vixen sobbed into her gag, fully penetrated and aroused, but unable to escape or touch herself as she felt the padded block replaced beneath her.

"You just hang tight," the voice of her captor intoned, "I'll be right back."

The vixen was left to her own thoughts, struggling and crying into the gag, she contemplated the possibilities of her most assuredly horrific fate. She tested her bonds, tugging in different directions. All four paws and her tail were well secured, and she had very little room to move them at all. To compound matters, the more she struggled, the more the dildos moved inside her and the more uncomfortable and aroused she became, yet she could not escape, and she couldn't even give herself sexual release. This kind of torment was unimaginable! She did not have long to wait however, before her captor returned, announcing himself with the sound of zippers closing. As the sounds continued, she wondered in fear as to what he was doing. Yet, just as suddenly as the noise started, it stopped.

Moments later, she heard a humming noise begin. After a few seconds, she felt the latex floor of the frame creeping up on her footpaws and the curve of her buttocks. A similar closing in of the walls and ceiling of her prison soon followed. 'Walls??' Immediately she knew what those noises had been – her captor had been attaching latex walls to the frame, and now the air was being sucked out and they were closing in! The vixen struggled with renewed vigor as the latex closed in, conforming tightly to her body, her fur being pressed in by the total embrace. The flexible material filled every crevasse of her exposed body. Not only was she immobilized, but squeezed tightly by the thick latex as the pump evacuated the last of the air, its humming rising in pitch as it sought to maintain the now complete seal around her body. She had never felt so helpless or afraid in her life.

The vixen soon learned that she would be spending a very LONG time in this state. By the end of the day, she had discovered the second breathing tube's use, as a feeding tube. She also learned that with the block beneath her removed, her captor could access her through the trap door below; he could remove her anal plug to allow her to expel her waste into the collection pipe below without fully removing her harness or dildo, which allowed fluid waste to pass. Her master, as she would come to think of him, could do all this without releasing the seal of the latex, which she soon began to regard as a second skin.

Days turned to weeks, and weeks to months, until the vixen lost all track of time. Completely defeated, her only reprieve from her daily captivity and sobs of regret was an occasional visitor to the room, who would play with and tease her, using the controlled dildos and feeling over her, tormenting her with arousal and denial. She knew all these visitors would soon share her fate, but she in her position was always powerless to stop or warn them. Thus, the vixen spent each day in her personal torment of arousal, begging inwardly for the sexual release that was forever denied her.