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As a hansom cab arrived to the curbside with a clatter of hooves and iron rimmed wheels, the russet furred woman turned back around and stepped down the small flight of sweeping stairs to the curb. Her crimson tail swinging side to side along with the sway of her deep red skirt. Just before she could reach the horse drawn vehicle, the single door swung open on oiled hinges, and the canine was granted a warm greeting in a thick Russian accent.

“Good evening Miss Jenna, it’s a fine night to be out, niet?”

The goose that stepped from the carriage wore a heavy vest and coat that filled his plump form and made his chest seem to puff out before him. But his twinkling eyes and thick beak could not hide his kind and wise nature. He kicked the door to the carriage shut and the surrey clattered away down the cobblestone streets. The many streetlamps already were lit and casting pulsing glows of orange light that etched jagged shadows along the carved stonework.

“Hello Boris,” Jenna tipped her head in a return greeting. “We just finished up all of the day’s work. All that left is balances and a few odds and ends for the night.”

Jenna was enjoying a bright career as the bank manager. A transplant from the cold northern regens of Russian Alaska, she had moved south with her family as a young pup and made her home in the little mountain towns. Married to the railroad’s general manager, and with her two pups now grown enough to be on their own, the town life gave her ample opportunity to settle down.

“Excellent! It won’t be silent, not forrr long.” Boris remarked, tapping the side of his beak with a feathery finger. “Have you seen the newspapers?”

Jenna’s eyebrows arched as the goose held out that morning’s copy of the Main Street Gazette. The front page had the word “Gold” emblazoned across its top three times. With her tail flicking side to side in curiosity, the husky took the newspaper and started to read. “Well, wouldn’t you know. Someone back home struck it finally.”

“A gold rush will bring us good business. Gold from the north will no doubt be minted and used to bring wealth to our city. If young Balto wasn’t already intrenched in the railroad here, it might do the two of you some good to return back north? No?” The goose commented wistfully. “Nome won’t be the same again.”

“Oh, no. We couldn’t.” Jenna smiled, waving a hand to the setting sun. “Leave that work for younger dogs.”

“They have trains in Nome, you know?” Boris chuckled, watching as Jenna held an air out to wave one of the hansom cabs down. “Well, be careful at the least. Whenever these rushes happen, the need for strong dogs with good breeding is always paramount. You and the young man would do best to keep your wits about you should anyone fancy snatching you off the streets for a one-way trip!”

Jenna rolled her eyes in a playful yet tolerant manner. A jet-black hansom cab was clattering up to the sidewalk. It’s driver motioning to a spot just down the sidewalk where he could swing over to the side of the road. “Oh, Boris. This isn’t the old country. I don’t think either of us have much to worry about.”

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She opened the door to the gloomy interior of the cab, and looked up at the driver. Opening her mouth to call out the street name where her and Balto had made their home. Before a word could be uttered, a strong hand wrapped around her face and clamped a rag against her open mouth. Someone, far larger then her, wrapped his other arm around Jenna’s torso and pinned her against themselves, the whole of the while bracing against the woman’s squirms and twists.

Jenna clamped her eyes shut and stomped a foot, twisting her shoulders in an attempt to get away. However, when she drew air to scream, she instead pulled in the sweet aroma of rose and filled her senses with a heavy numbing sensation. Her vision swam and her struggling grew less and less, before she fell limp in her captor’s arms. Her last cognitive thought was the sight of the floorboards inside the cab as her body was gently laid inside, and the door slammed shut behind her.

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Whatever had been in that cloth, it was pretty potent. Jenna tried to sit up, only to find that none of her limbs responded as she expected. She raised her head and discovered in quick succession that her body had been tightly bound. Ankles, knees, torso, arms, wrists, all were restrained with heavy rope and intricate knots. The woman was also utterly naked. Her ample sized bust spilling out between the ropes that tightly framed them.

Her grunts were silenced by a thick bit gag that was tightly secured between her teeth. The heavy rubber cylinder filled her mouth and dug into her cheeks. She rolled over onto her side, really the only movement that she could accomplish as bound as she was, and even that was with great effort. Raising her head, Jenna peered around her prison.

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