Ray swung his paws off the bed, reaching back to shake his twin sister awake.
She mumbled complaints and dragged her feet as she got ready.
It was early, the sun only just up.
They had a few hours drive to the city where their father lived in the outskirts.
They could have left later but he had plans, wanted to make good time and arrive early.

He dropped the keys with the uninterested coyote behind the counter.

They climbed into the car and left the roof up.
Nikki almost immediately curled against the door and closed her eyes.

The few short minutes it took to arrive at the fast food place the skunk on the desk had pointed out the other night she was out again.

They ate in silence, a couple of other early starts and the skeleton staff filling the loudly decorated room with dawn silence.

The biggest coffee with four sugars and no milk lodged into the cupholder as they rumbled along near empty roads.
The occasional truck making deliveries, a lonely highway patrol car and a single pickup laden with tools were their company.

Ray broke the silence gently.

"Hay, err, sis, I. I been thinking about a couple'uh things you said the other day..."

Despite her muzzle being buried in the knees as she sat curled up, looking like a grey egg in her oversized hoodie, her tired murmur was clear.

"I said a lot of things yesterday"

"I know. I... I'm sorry, about some of what I said... But, I, was thinking, after the dinner. You,,, you talked about having pups before but never..." he was having difficulty finding the words. He'd spent a long time thinking about this, that, them, the future, everything, but he'd never been able to put it into words.
"You said about what if you wanted pups in the future. We wanted pups. I..."

He thought he caught the ghost of a sigh from the dull shape at the far end of the bench.

"I'd like cubs. One day. I'd like to settle down and give them everything we didn't. White picket fences and that shit." Her voice was muffled by fur and fabric, she hadn't moved from her curled up position.

"But... How... With... I ... I'm sorry. I don't know the words to ask" he felt like shit about a lot, but right now it was his future with his beloved sister.

"Go to college, get a good job far away from home and here. Start again where noone knows me. One of the big coastal cities, see the ocean... Maybe... Or a suburb near to one with parks and lakes. Good schools and nice shops. Where people buy clothes new all the time not just a treat, not from good will or the bulk outlets." She shifted. Resting her muzzle on her knees as she watched the road ahead.
Fuck.
He had no place in a life like that.
No future beyond his shit hometown and a mediocre job.

"Take them to art galleries, big fancy ones, the theatre. See Peter Pan fly away to Neverland..." She sounded wistful. As puppies every winter they'd go to the big city and see one of their fathers business partners who ran an art gallery and antiques shop then dress up to go to a cubs show at the big theatre.
She'd been spellbound the first time, the magic of theatre flying Peter Pan and his friends to the colourful Neverland.
The next year it was Jack And The Beanstalk, she sat transfixed as on stage a huge beanstalk grew and grew and grew! Right there in the theatre!
As she grew up she still kept the puppy like excitement and joy for their yearly pilgrimage to the city.
She dreamed in neon and floodlights.

Even after their father was arrested and carried off to prison.
Even when money was tight.
They made the trip.
The gallery closed with their fathers arrest, his friend being arrested at the same time, but they found a new one.
Even though he became a cynical teen and suspicious of all art and antiques, she was still in awe of the beauty in the galleries.
Which rubbed off on him enough to enjoy the show.

He thought back to the one time, so many years ago, when they couldn't get three seats together.
The twins mother had gone to sit far away on a balcony, leaving the duo together in the back of the stalls, hidden from view in the darkness.
It had been Cinderella that year.
She had held his hand, then cuddled up against him as they watched the bright and funny show.
He had bought her an ice-cream at the interval.
She had, in nervous tones, confessed her love for her brother, not simply as a brother, but as a lover.
He had asked her if she'd liked to go out with him.
That was their first date.

They had a photo pinned up in their room from that night, the two of them on the stage before the carriage, holding hands with big happy smiles on their muzzles.

It was the first time he felt genuinely happy after their father was taken away.

That was their first date.
So many years ago.

Was this road trip their last?
She was going to college a long way from home, from him.
He wasn't.
He wasn't even going to college.

He sagged as she spoke softly, muzzle poking out the shadows of her hoodie, legs curled up within the stretched out fabric.

"He’d be handsome, a good cook, able to... To put up with me, love me I  guess, love me despite all my ... Me. Gentle, kind... All of that mister right. We'd join a sports club, play tennis or badminton or squash. Drink wine."

"You hate wine and sports that aren't violent or water based and can't play tennis or badminton. I've seen you try during gym." He felt bad for saying it, the asshole knee jerk reaction was just him, he felt like shit, so he had to take her down a peg or two.

"That's not the point. That's what... What... What good people, nice people do. They have nice turf lawns and pretty flowers and drink wine with their neighbours. They ...they don't swill beer and get in fights ... They have lawns. He ... He'd understand it, understand me."

Fuck you too, he thought callously.

"He'd have a car in the garage, always be out with our pup fixing it. Tinkering and playing with it to get it perfect, but never managing to. A classic he'd call it, I'd say it's a hunk of junk. When he's done with the car he'd build a sailboat. In the summer we'd go to the cabin, he'd fish on the lake, in winter we'd skate on it. We'd go on holidays to interesting places with strange names. He'd teach our daughter to play catch and be strong and rough, I'd teach our son to be gentle and kind as we looked after the garden and baked..." she trailed off with a dreamy sigh.

"That sounds like a bad movie. No-one lives like that in reality."

She said nothing.
He knew he'd upset her, but it wasn't fair.
There was no space for him in this life.

They drove on in uncomfortable angry silence.

He was first to break.
He knew he had fucked up and actually upset her.

"I'm sorry sis. I... It's just there's no place for me in that life... I don't fit in with it. I don't... Where would I be in all of this? Swilling beer on the couch with mom in our crappy house with no yard... I ... I'm sorry..." He felt his ears dropped and tail curled with shame.

"But there is a place for you..." she eventually said softly. He could hear the slight catch. She was crying, not the normal tears he made her cry with pain fear in their fucked up kink play, but actual sad tears.

"How? As the washed up uncle who sits your cubs when you go on a cruise to ... Wherever people cruise to" he wanted to reach out and take her paw, reassure her, but she was so far away on the wide bench and curled in her hoodie.
The silence returned.

"Our cubs." She said after a couple of minutes.

"What?" He wasn't sure if he'd heard her correctly.

"Our cubs. They'd be our cubs. You are in my future plans... You are my plans." She said softly.

He didn't know what to say.
What could he say?

"But...I'm... But I'm not any of that..." He managed eventually, he was overjoyed to hear it but, he wasn't bad looking but he wasn't anything else from her list, he thought.

"Yes, you are. Ray... I love you, you are the kindest, nicest man I know. You put up with all of my fucked up things. You understand me in a way no other man does. You are my dream man. I love you big brother, I want you in my life." She uncurled as she spoke, turning to face him. "I want to spend my life with you. I want to have cubs and grow old with you."  She was so sincere.

"Cubs... With me...but... But what if they're... Fucked up... Like ... Because we're related fucked up... Like the ones the girl at school had with her older brother... Or father, I dunno?"

She let out a long sigh

"Then, I'd not keep it... I'd go to the doctor and... Get rid of it. They can test for all that now. She didn't know it was fucked up because they never looked. She didn't have an ultrasound or anything."

"Oh. But... What would you tell the doctors and stuff? I don't think you're allowed to keep cubs you have with your twin brother"

"The same we'd tell the wedding people and bank and stuff... I'd changed my name. I looked it up online. They don't look that hard really"  she had really thought about it all.
Then it hit him.

"Shit, wait... Did you just propose to me?!"

"I..." she stopped to think. "I guess I kinda did? ... Fuck" she flopped back, processing what had just happened.

"Aren't you meant to ask my father for permission or something?" He laughed, "and isn't it meant to be the guy proposing?"

"Well, I decided to try something different. Since we're both fucked up and planning an incestous future y'know..." she shrugged, laughing slightly.

"Ahh. Fuck. Sorry to break the mood but, that coffee needs to come out... I really gotta pee" why did his bladder decide to suddenly announce itself now!

"Mmm, that's ok. Just keep your hands on the wheel... I can handle that..." She crawled over the bench seat with an eager look.

All talk of marriage, incestous or otherwise, over he shifted sliding his his further forward in the seat to give her access she needed.
With practised fingers she unzipped his fly, rummaged briefly to find his cock and freeing it.
He was still soft, concentrating on the road paired with the sudden coffee fuelled need to piss was taking care of that.
She ducked under his arm, practically lying on the expansive seat, and oh so gently took his soft cock in her mouth.
Feeling her lips close around his red rocket he relaxed, warm piss flowing into his twin sister's mouth.
He felt her tongue, jaw and throat shift as she drank him down.
He knew he'd be strong, drinking pretty much only beer and soda would leave him tasting bad. She'd never complained though, not really. She may tease him, tell him to drink more on a hot day or whatever but never actually be disgusted by his taste.
His stream started to weaken to a trickle, then a few last squirts as he clenched to clear the pips.
She slurped loudly on him, sucking just a little more of his cock out his sandy sheath.
She broke the seal she had formed and shivered slightly. He'd not showered in a few days and was still in the same boxers he wore the day before after sleeping in them. He knew he was pretty ripe with crotch sweat.
She huffed him, enjoying his scent, enjoying his musk.

"If you're going to suck me off, do it. Stop being a fucking cock tease." He reached down to grab the back of her head and press her firmly into his crotch.
"Either take one last huff you filthy pervert of suck my fucking dick."

Her tongue slowly slid out and down his shaft, into the soft pliable and very sensitive flesh of his sheath.
She rolled her tongue around, tasting every inch she could get to as he hardened, his seven and a half inches of coyote cock starting to rise.

He returned his hand to the steering wheel as she bathed his cock with her tongue.

"Fuuuuck sis, you're good..."

She started to bob her head on his cock, years of experience knowing just how he liked it, how to get him off fast.

It wasn't even a couple of minutes of her sucking on him off before he felt the familiar feeling of orgasm approaching.

"Fuck sis, getting close. Gonna cum down your throat."

She hilted herself, reaching up to squeeze his knot with her hand.
With a grunt he painted her throat with his cum.

It was a quick and hurried orgasm, hardly worth it.
It felt good to have a quick release like this, but it wasn't satisfying.
He'd deal with that later.

She suckled and lapped every drop, keeping his cock in her muzzle for as long as possible, until it was fully soft.

Sitting up she grinning at him and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out to show him the strands of his cum dripping from her teeth and pooling on her tongue.
She closed her mouth, swallowed and opened it again.

"All gone" she chirped, wincing as she adjusted her position and pulled her phone out her short shorts back pocket.

"Good girl. How's the brand?" He glanced at her, she'd not curled up again, not just slouching in the large bench seat as the car wallowed along.

"Tender. You cooked by ass. It's going to be sore. Maybe you should try it one day!"

"I think I'll let you be the masochist of the family. More fun that way."

"Aww come oooooonnnn, have you even tried it? You might like it!" She teased him with a giggle

"I have, well, not branding, I burned myself once on the stove. Not my thing sis"

"Pfffh, that's not the same."

"Says the girl who was rushed to the emergency room after deliberately scalding herself while shoving a fuck off large dildo in both holes. Mom put a lock on the kitchen and fucking puppy proofed the place so you'd not do that shit again."

"Unsupervised asshole! It was so I didn't do it again unsupervised! Daddy branded me the next week, remember!"

"Yeah I do, and while watching that is fucking hot to me, having it done is not. Dad and I tried it nice and slow with the back of a fucking teaspoon. I'm not into that pain crap like you"

"Dad was good like that..." she dropped her tone from the playful argument to distance and contemplative.

"Yeah, didn't push us to stuff we didn't want to. I remember when we where just starting out, you hadn't even had sex yet I don't think. You had been out on the street with your friends, dad and I were sitting watching football, you walked in and announced"

"Misses Macormacs doggy has a really big willy and was having sex with her other doggy, he was going really fast. I want to have sex with the doggy" she recited with him in unison.
The story was well trodden way to illustrate how early the twins had expressed strange interests.
"Then mom brought him over the next night and we both watched him fuck her. Daddy said I'd have to wait, because he wanted to be the first one to have sex with me, but I was too small to take him, so I had to wait. Fucking urgh, it felt like ages I was watching him and playing with him but it's fingers and toys only for fucking ever"

"His dick was bigger than your arm, we were in kindergarten... He had a point."

"I could have taken him! I did a few months later! What was the difference!"

"We grew dumbass. I remember you being so excited because we stopped being the shortest in class, fucking hell how do you not remember that misses genius?"

"Fuck you, you know I don't remember shit like that!"

"You can quote from some dumb book, you did all those AP classes and know about the... Fuck I don't know... The economy inflating carbon in Tolstoy! But you don't remember mom's birthday or valentine's day or ... I don't know... Stuff like that!"

"A) that was complete nonsense dumbass. B) fuck you, that's what calendars are for, my phone remembers that shit, and it's what my asshole big brother is for. You remember who... Shit, I don't know, the ugly lady who smelt like an explosion in a perfume factory and thought I was a boy or... Or that creepy tiger guy with the glasses who was really fat and smelled like bananas."

"That's aunt Janice, mom's cousin, and Jamal, a guy dad knew, he's dead."

"I'm not surprised he's dead! Dude must have weighed a ton! They could probably fry a cow in the fat clogging his heart!" She chortled.

"He was stabbed in prison after another inmate recognised him as his abuser"

"Hah! Fuck yeah guy!" Nikki punched the air

"Not cool! He died! He had a family ! Cub! You shouldn't laugh at people dying!" He snapped

"Bull. Shit. The dude was a gross creep. Daddy didn't like to leave us alone with him, that's how much of a creep he was. He hardly tolerated when the sick fuck made me sit on his lap. The only reason daddy even let the guy come over was because sitting on his lap and pretending I was enjoying his "horsy rides" and couldn't feel his erection got daddy a lot of good business. He gave up a lot by not letting that fat fuck fuck me... Why did he always want me? I thought he liked boys? Whatever. And yeah he /had/ cubs, he wanted to /have/ me! Shit even I know he was a sad lonely creep without a family!"

"Ha! See you do remember that kind of shit! You remembered he didn't have a family and dad hated him! You have no excuse for not remembering birthdays or valentine's!"

"Fuck you I remember random shit like that sometimes! And what the fuck is so so special about a feast day for an epileptic bee keeper from Italy! What's that got to do with love!"

"How the fuck should I know any of that that but people celebrate it as a love thing!"

"And why does that matter!"

"Because I love you and want to celebrate that by going on a date and treating you right!" He yelled, running out of patience with his sister.

"Then why didn't you!" She yelled back

"I don't know! I was scared and worried you'd be snarky! We never do anything romantic really! I just want to know you love me like I do and do something special!" He felt tears roll down his muzzle as he hit the steering wheel.
Why the fuck was he getting emotional like this?!

"Oh."

"Oh?! Oh!? That's all you can say! Fuck you!"

She had the grace to look ashamed.

"I didn't know you felt that way... I... I thought you wanted to keep us... Y'know, secret... You didn't ask me to prom or any of the formals or dances..."

"I ... I wanted to, but,,, I was worried. I don't know. Fuck!"

They rolled on in an uncomfortable emotional silence.

"Are we so fucked up we can't even express that we love eachother like normal people" he though.
Maybe his plans were dumb.

From the corner of his eye he caught the subtle movement of his sister's hand on her arm.

"Stop that" his voice was monotonic.

"What?"

"You're doing it, that scratching thing. You'll bleed all over the leather."

"I don't drip, it just mats my fur and stains any sleeves I'm wearing."

"Don't care. My car. My rules. Anyway it's back for you. So just fucking stop it already."

"Fuck you asshole."

He served the car over.

"Fuck you" he scrambled out the car, grabbed partly empty six pack of beer from the back seat. He stormed off into the scrub a few yards before stopping at a rocky outcrop which he sat heavily on. He was hardly visible from the road.

They sulked like this for ages when a car rolled up.

The pickup rumbled in front of the twins' large car, partly blocking it in.

"You ok there darling?" An old hog climbed out "all alone out here? Need any help with a flat or something?" He approached the car, stopping by the open window and looking down at the yote girl.

"No. Now fuck off."

"That ain't very polite young lady. I was just tryna help you is all. Pretty thing like you shouldn't be out alone and rude to people like that. Get all sorts out here who may want to do harm to you."

"I know. I can see your erection and the zip tie cuffs you got there."

"Well then, you know how this is gonna go. We can do this the easy way or the fun way. Get out the car nice and quiet and I won't hurt you. If you don't get out, I'll drag you out by the scruff of the neck." He produced a vicious looking knife from his pocket.

"yeah yeah give me a minute" she calmly climbed out the car, she almost looked bored.

"You don't seem too much upset by all this... I don't mind much as screaming makes it more risky to be caught but, well, it's unnerving."

"This isn't my first rodeo asshole. This has happened before. The fuck do you think I'm doing in that car"

"So. What you're saying is we're saving you from one kidnapping by kidnapping you ourselves. Heh, we're practically heroes. Where is he anyway? Whoever took you?"

He eyes the surroundings suspiciously.

"He fucked off behind that rock do get drunk and have a nap. Maybe shoot up. I don't know."

"Well, can't see him an’ he ain't hollering so come on. Git!"

"Yeah yeah. I'm going. Front or back?"

"Well I'll make that decision when we get you where we're going. But for now you climb up in the cab there, next to my friend." He held the door open as the coyote girl climbed in next to the driver, a thickset bobcat who eyed her curiously.

"Says she was already kidnapped, so doesn't really give a shit we are. Whoever he is has fucked off. His loss." The hog explained as he climbed in, the battered pickup was already rolling before the door closed.

"Gonna cuff me?"

"Gonna run away?" She shrugged "No harm in it I guess. Make it easier later. Give me your hands." She held her wrist out and let him loop the plastic straps around and pulled them tight.

"She's awfully compliant. Hey, if you're well behaved, we may just keep you! Be nice to have a girlfriend again. Even if she ain't exactly able to leave." The feline mused

They rattled along the dirt roads of the farms until finally reaching their destination.
A dense cluster of farm buildings with a farmhouse front and centre.
Passing the house they pulled up to a big old barn, beside which lay a trio of shipping containers with junk lying around. Two lay side-by-side with a smaller one on top.

"Here we are. Home sweet home. Come on now. Let's get you settled in while we work out what t'do with you. Kinda killed the buzz being all compliant." The hog dropped from the pick-ups cabin and watched as Nikki followed.

He led her to the shipping containers, undid a sizable padlock and opened the heavy medal door.
They had put a lot of work into the space. The containers' walls had been cut away to form one large space, the roof of one and floor of the smallest had also been removed to give the space plenty of height in one area.

"Up there is where we'll keep you from time to time if we got company. If you're good we may introduce you. We play with friends here too. You'll spend most of your time here or in the house." He motioned to a frame made of scaffolding which surrounded a plastic wrapped foam mattress.

"Fans of David Parker Ray I guess?" She was utterly resigned. She was annoyed with herself; she couldn't muster any fight, she'd spent it all arguing with her brother during the roadtrip.
Now she didn't really care if she died.
She didn't normally but it was more if she died by the hand of someone she loved or in an accident. She didn't want to die because of some random pair of cunts who had grabbed her, she simply didn't have the energy to care.

The hog chuckled
"My pa met him once or twice. We didn't realise we was copying him until we was done and a friend told us. Nothing matter with that though. Anyway, should give you the tour."
The large man straightened himself and did his best impression of a real estate agent.
"Here we have the toys all stored on highest quality fibreboard peg-boards and workshop shelving and cabinets, we have a wide selection of dildos and vibrators in a range of materials and finishes. Over here we have the fully fitted toilet and a sink, with the cheapest bulk paper that isn't shit, pardon the pun. Then to cap it all off we have the furniture and hoist, all crafted expertly on site by skilled artisans" he seemed genuinely proud of the wood- and iron- work on display. Rightly so to Nikkis experienced eye, the rape rack, throne, St Andrews cross and other furniture where masterfully built.
When she escaped she'd have to get their details and commission them.
"Your accommodation is here, as you can see you will be chained to this long pole so you can move between the mattress and the toilet. When in the house you will be chained to the mattress and escorted to the washroom."

"The toilet is a novelty I wasn't expecting."

"Yeah, we was renovating the barn and putting plumbing into it, thought since we're laying all that already it's easier to just fit a toilet here. Hated emptying shit buckets or washing off sheets, whatever you're into, but that ain't our thing, and it would save our guests having to walk to the house to go. We just put up some privacy walls when they're over" the duo were very proud of their dungeon, and fully deserved it.
Nikki was impressed, she’d been expecting a quick rape in a barn and that was it. This pair had plans. Ok they'd not see them all the way through with her but still. It was a change of pace.

"Now, we got work to do today so we'll come visit later. For now you strip." He roughly grabbed the cuffs and cut them off with his vicious looking knife.

Nikki complied, shedding her hoodie and t-shirt in one.
Revealing her nipples were twice pierced in an X shape, adding more metal to her already well pierced ears and cunt.

"Look at that, she's already got a collar on for us." The bobcat leaned in to inspect the smart leather collar the yote bitch had on, previously hidden by the baggy hoodie.

"mighty pretty too." He inspected the band of black leather backed with a rich azure fabric, back, accented with lighter turquoise stitching. When she'd first tried it on her brother said it looked like a canal or river running around the sand of her neck. A small padlock held it closed at the front.

"Heh, be a shame to ruin such a pretty thing as that. Just use the ankle irons." The hog admired the workmanship, running a calloused finger against the soft fabric.
"You're still not naked girl. Keep going" he stepped back and watched as she tugged her filthy sneakers off, somewhat thankful the blood had dried to brown stains.

She wriggled out of her short shorts and panties on one movement too.

"What the is that... " the hog crouched down to inspect the corset-like piercings Nik had up her vulva and the belly ring.

"Ain't seen that before... I like it!"

"What... What is it?" The feline squinted as he tried to work out what he was looking at.

"Someone dun sealed up her pussy with piercings"

"Is it permanent? How can we use her properly if we can't get at it?" Both men looked to the coyote for more information.

"I can take them out if you want. Give me a clean box to put them in. I can leave the rings and take out the chain. Except the bell. That's on one of them."

"That's a bell?! I thought it was a lock! I'll get a box." The hog wandered over to a shelf and picked up a small plastic parts tub
"This ok?"

"Sure." She took the box and sat heavily on the floor, legs spread, she slowly and carefully started to remove the rings and chain. She could do it faster but why rush. Her asshole brother hadn't shown up yet or tried to call her so he was probably still in the scrub getting drunk and masturbating to his own self pity.
"How's that?"
She motioned to the ladder like hoops and spread her lips, dropping the chain into the pot and the ring with the bell on too.

"I like it. Stay there. Gonna fit this to yah ankles." The feline, as she worked and wasn't paying attention, had grabbed a pair of heavy looking ankle irons, joined to the rail which ran between the "bed" and "bathroom".

She held a leg up to make it easier.

"Heh. Whoever it was got you mighty well trained.  Shame cos I like breaking ‘em in but, I'm sure I can think of something. Wait, what have we got here?" He finally noticed the raw burn on her ass and bald spot surrounding it.

"Looks like the last guy who had you marked you as his property like cattle! Why'd he shave you though? Dun need to do that"

"We were in a motel room, he didn't want to stink the room out with burnt fur"

"Heh, smart move that. Stupid move to leave it property unattended. I suppose that we should do that too, get the branding irons out and claim you are ours so if you run off we can tell you're ours.  Well, that's you secured for now. Don't go running off or nothing, we got work to do. Have fun"

Once secured they simply left and closed the door, she could hear the rattle of a padlock on the outside, not that there was much point as once the outer handles where worked the doors couldn't be opened from inside anyway.

At least they left a light on.
It was a pathetic set of LED lamp things stuck on the ceiling, but it was enough for her to see by.
She could wander around a reasonable amount of the space, she couldn't get near the doors, but could get too much of the play equipment and furniture, which at least meant she had something to do to pass the time when she felt like masturbating.
She could just about make out the faint reflection of camera lenses hidden about the place, so if she did have a wank at least they'd see and have fun, which was rather hot.

She inspected the shelves of toys.
Most were commercial sets you'd see advertised as "anal training kit! Get from pinky to fist with these ten toys!", which was fair enough, the way they spoke they clearly operated this as a rental dungeon and playroom from time to time, so the ability to have a selection for guests made sense.
Most of the more exotic, expensive and high quality toys she recognised and didn't need to have a look at.
After you've seen ten life casts of a stud or bull you've seen them all.

The torture tools where all kept out of reach or in locked cabinets and drawers, which was boring.
She wanted to get a look at a wicked looking flogger which looked to be made of barbed wire (although experience taught her sometimes it was a wire core with rubber barbs. Which was frankly cheating in her book).

There were a few speculums and other tools for gaping, some knives and ropes, a few things in the shadowy corners she could just about make out and wanted a good look at.
Especially one which seemed to be a hand drill with a bunch of toys adapted to be used with it. The toy she wanted to see looked like a toilet brush which would fit into the drill.

Locating the nearest camera she made wide waves at it to show the desire to communicate

"I don't know if you assholes can hear me, but I want to see something up close" she spoke loud and slow, doing her best to enunciate clearly with every word while gesticulating expansively to try and get her point across.
"In that cabinet there is a drill. Next to it is a toilet brush looking thing. Is it a toy or for cleaning?!"

She had no idea if they heard or where even watching
But it was worth a try.

After finishing attempting to communicate she went back to exploring the space.
She wondered around the bondage/torture furniture, inspecting it closely. It was really well made, the fit and finish was exquisite! She would definitely have to commission some items from them, the detail they paid attention to was remarkable.
The most interesting was a medical play device. It looked like it was part dentist chair, part barbour chair and all kinky. She couldn't reach the gynaecologist bench because of her chain, but could sit on this strange chair.
Sitting in was actually very comfortable once she wriggled around a bit.
Picking up the remote she tentatively presses one of the buttons. With an electric whirr the back started to recline. Another button raised the legs, the knees another folding it. The arms could move.

"Holey fuck did you guys make this or buy it? Maybe modify it? This is so fucking cool!" She asked the room and any cameras/microphones which may be listening.

She fiddled with the buttons until she got it comfortable and lay back staring at the ceiling.
She could just see up into the void above where the smaller container provided a second story. A frame of scaffolding and attachment points extended up into the space. A few ropes extended down to anchor points which must have been permanently rigged ties for popular suspension and such play.
There was a ledge with doors at one end, big electrical warnings on.
That was probably where they referenced keeping her when they had guests. The stickers and lock probably helped to keep people from questioning.

She lay there for who knows how long before getting board.
She poked around the "bed" area, finding the heavy metal collar they'd chosen not to fit her with.
It was heavy and awkward, the chain linking it to the bar along the back of the space shorter than her leg cuffs, which was weird. Maybe it was a privilege thing? Start with the heavy neck collar and ankle cuffs, which really hampered movement. Then if good undo the chain to the collar before eventually removing it leaving the still awkward, but easier to deal with, ankle irons.

With nothing else to do she returned to the strange chair and sat.

"You could have at least left a book, or crossword or some cards. Maybe one of those erotic colouring books?" She informed the cameras.
She knew that most occupants of the space who had been "invited" to say in the manner she had been would probably be panicking and crying, maybe begging and pleading, and as they'd probably have the collar on, restricted in movement. Oh, and raped. They guys had basically told her without saying that her indifferent compliance had been a turn off. So any other occupant would have had plenty to occupy themselves, and then fallen asleep from all that.
As such it was reasonable to not have anything to pass the time to hand. After the initial fear and rape they'd probably deal with recovering from whatever their two captors did to them in a way Nikki no longer required as much.

It was fucked up she didn't need much aftercare anymore.
Though she still liked it. Curling up with her brother the other night had been nice. The simple acts of gentleness and calm after that day.
It was even more fucked she wasn't scared.
Objectively they'd just dumped her clothes in a pile near the door, her phone still on and in them. Her collar had a small GPS and cell chip in which mapped her location and logged data for war walking (she was a nerd, but a kinky one so had built it on to her collar). She wore it only on occasion, the charge lasted a day or two. Her brother, if he'd looked at his phone, would know where she was. Or at least until she was in the containers he would.
Plus he had her shotgun, his pistol and the various knives, bottles of alcohol and bondage equipment, all to hand if he couldn't talk her free.
But, she was utterly at peace with that she may just die here.
It pissed her off that it would be these two.
She figured if she was going to get snuffed out her brother or father would do it. It was so much hotter that way.
This was just boring.
She'd just be some entry on another true crime podcast by a bunch of dogs who fetishized the killers and said basically nothing about the victims.
They weren't even attractive killers.
She didn't have a "type", but a hog and overweight bobcat were definitely not her type.

She could have seen the hog off, told him Ray was just going for a piss and everything was fine and stuff.
But no, she had let herself get taken as some kind of stupid tantrum.
And, she had to admit, to run away from the Pandora's box she'd opened that morning admitting she had worked out how to marry her twin brother and that she wanted to.

Fuck she was messed up.

Eventually she got bored of self reflection and self pity.
She also realised she'd been scratching at her arm and was leaking quite a lot more than just matting her fur.
She didn't care but it made a mess and annoyed people.
So she wiped her hand on her thigh, and sucked on her bloody forearm for a bit until she was pretty sure she wasn't actively leaking, and smeared the spit and blood on her other thigh, which only really achieved moving the blood around and covering herself in it more.

She swore at herself for doing it again.

She could feel her fur matting as tears dried.

She'd been thinking about their argument.

About that first date at Peter Pan all those years ago.

How they'd "dated" but not.
They'd tell eachother they were going on a date.
Even tell their parents they were dating!
Then just go to one of the abandoned factories, hang out with friends at the mall, see a movie, or something. Their "dates” were no different to what they did when they just hung out.
They didn't get food anywhere special, if they saw a movie they might cuddle up in the back row, but they couldn't tell their friends about it. Couldn't be seen in public holding hands or making out or anything.
Shit they'd not even talked about prom or formals or anything. They’d just assumed they weren't going together.

He'd had normal fucking girlfriends the whole time! He'd only just broken up with his last girlfriend a few weeks earlier as she was going to college in the city.

She hadn't had a boyfriend (or girlfriend).
An official boyfriend or girlfriend at least.
She had "dated" an older guy, but that was more a sugar daddy arrangement. She let him fuck her and touch her. He'd buy her nice things. Yeah sometimes they'd go to the movies as "dates" but they didn't really care about each other - he was just some greasy rich cub fiddler.

The only boyfriend she actually had was her brother.

She had brought a lot on herself.
She wasn't good with people.
She was always studying, doing extra credit and AP stuff, which meant she met lots of people, but choir and theatre... Not many straight guys it turned out.
She did take comfort that the boys in those groups were comfortable enough with her to come out to her. Often the only person they'd tell, being a small conservative town.

She'd fooled around with lots boys, and girls, but mostly in the getting grabbed and shoved into the back of a car and raped kind of way, never actually dating. Excluding when she fucked her daddy, mom, “uncle” Billy, Ray and the people they invited over.
It had gotten to the point were she had an unspoken reputation, not for being an easy slut, but a good fuck who didn't resist or tell people what you did to her (nomatter what).
She had a list of every morph she'd ever been with.
Every feral too.
It was a collection of small notebooks in one of those fake book safes.
She recorded every act she could remember, times and places too.
Some she gave a rating
"Weds 23rd, Jimmy R, football team guy, under the bleachers at school when walking home over football pitch. Grabbed, gagged with his boxers, fucked ass. Tiny dick quick fire bad quality"

Thankfully she was wrenched from her wallowing in self pity by her captors entering.

"Take the rest of them rings out while we get ready, nipples too." The hog commanded as he went to one of the locked drawers under a cabinet full of medical equipment. She blinked as the rest of the lights came on, casting the room back into sterile white light.
"When you done that, get in the gyno chair. You ok to strap her in and get the rest all done?" He asked his companion.

Doing as she was told she took the rest of her piercings out, dropping the metal work into the plastic pot they'd provided.
The bobcat undid her ankle cuffs so she could get to the gyno chair.
Sitting on it the large male strapped her down; thighs, ankles, wrists, stomach were all strapped down with practised ease.
The hog was holding a large surgical tray with an open pack of acupuncture needles on.

The feline pushed a small voltage control box closer as the swine sat heavily on a wheeled stool between the bound bitches legs. He'd put on a pair of glasses.
Content the equipment was all in place the bobcat fetched a camcorder and tripod from one of the cupboards.

With great care the hog slowly dragged a cold alcohol wipe over her sex, inner thighs and nipples.
She flinched at the cold as it pressed against her sensitive flesh.

Taking one of the long fone needles he carefully felt around the top of her sex, before selecting a spot. With practised ease he slid the needle onto her. Just next to her clits external glands, but right into the internal body of the sensitive nerve bundle.
She hissed and gasped at the sensation.

"Atta girl, don't hold back. There's a lot more to come of this"

He slid another needle in opposite the first. Another pair slightly further down. A pair onto her inner thighs. He selected his points thoughtfully, occasionally consulting a book of anatomical diagrams he'd set with his needles.
Standing he walked up and cupped her breast giving it a firm squeeze. He took her nipple and slid one of the fine rods into the pinprick opening to her milk ducts, then around her areolae.

She whimpered and whined as he turned her onto a living pin cushion.
She'd done needle play before.

The pain was exquisite.

The artful way he'd covered her would, she was sure, look beautiful on film.
Why they'd trussed her up for this she was sure... Then he touched the contacts to the needles in her nipples.

The sensation was new, she certainly couldn't remember ever doing e-stim like this.
It was a sharp shock, it was a strange burning warmth radiating between the needles.
Her eyes began to water as her heart started to pound.

He moved the contacts around.

Sending the same strange burn through different points over her body.
In some places it was like standing too close to a heater, where more nerve endings were, like her nipples, it was like the heater was in her.

Then he contacted her thigh.
Her leg tensed and tried to kick, rattling the bonds which held her still.
It didn't hurt, it was just weird.
As if he was recreating Galvanis' experiments over two hundred years later.
He sniggered at this and did it on the other side before returning to causing pain.

For a man his size and appearance he was surprisingly dexterous.
He left the contacts just long enough, she'd start to sob and whimper before moving on, slowly building up the pain, bit by bit.

He had yet to connect to her cunt yet.
The wait for him to do so was almost as excruciating as the electricity flowing through her body.

The duo spoke in hushed tones as the camera was set up for the best angle.

The circuit was made right through her clitoris.

She started to pant, eyes streaming, it felt like someone was cooking her sex from the inside out!
She expected him to stop, he had done so far!
It was getting worse and worse.
She couldn't keep it in
She howled in masochistic bliss.
It caught her two captors off guard while she spasmed in place, a sudden gush of feminine juices flowing from her burning cunt.

She howled and writhed in agonising joy as her fluids helped conduct the electricity over her sex, as the clenching of muscles pulled and pushed the needles covering her.
They took moments to collect themselves.
The hog thought she'd pissed on him until the bobcat pointed out she was moaning.
She'd cum! She'd come hard after their torture!

The hog shut down the power supply, finally relieving the bound coyote from the hellish overstimulation she had been dealing with.
The duo stood in shocked silence, only the heavy panting of the blissed out yote breaking it.

"Well fuck." The bobcat rarely swore. This felt like an appropriate time to.

"Good idea" the hog pulled the pins from the girls sex, not for her sake but his own, he removed a few others too, stood between the girls legs and pulled out his turgid cock.
He didn't have a traditional spiralled swine cock, but a common morph cock - five inches of flesh with an uncut tip.
Although shorter than her twins, and significantly smaller than the wolf who had assaulted her the previous night, he was very thick, probably thicker than her brother's shaft.

He didn't bother with any manners and simply shoved himself in.
Nikki cried out, not from pain so much as overstimulation.
She was still on a high from cumming so hard, the pig fucking her was too much.
Tears ran freely down her muzzle as she whimpered and moaned. The hogs thrusting causing the fine needles still in her to wiggle and shift.

"Stohhohohohpitttiitttt" the abused coyote moaned, gasping and panting as the man fucked her.

"Not until we're good an’ ready. Here, I got an idea." Leaning back the hog grabbed the terminals again and made some adjustments to the power supply.
"Let's see how you like this" he remained hilted as he poked both electrodes against her clit.

She howled.
The sound echoing around the metal boxes.

"I'm gonna need some ear plugs if you do that again" the feline was wincing from the volume as he complained.

"Naww just gag her, go get one, I want to do that again. You should try it when it's your turn"

The feline set the camera down before hurrying off to find a gag.
He took his time selecting the correct one, eventually going for her panties in the bag on the floor and a small soft ball gag.
His friend still humping her the bobcat made quick work of wrapping her panties around the gag, shoving the slightly squishy ball in then securing it.
The girl could hardly focus on him, let alone resist.

"Try again?" The bobcat prompted.

The two tips of the electric wires were pressed to her clit again.
She howled around the gag, choking and coughing as she failed to properly get air back.
It was still loud but at least bearable.

"Mmmrrrr that's a pretty sound she makes now it's quieter." The feline observed.

"Yup." The hog paused. "Here, pass me some tape. I got an idea."

The feline tossed a roll of medical tape to the hog, who secured the two clips in place with several strips of it.

"Now, you or me can work the power, I don't have to think about holding them" he reached down to hold her hips, groaning as he got a better angle into her.

The feline gave the power supply an experimental pulse.
She howled again, but was still winded from the last one.
He adjusted the machine and tried again, she screamed into the gag, her muzzle soaked with tears which had long since run out. She was drooling slightly, eyes unfocused and wild.
It was too much. Too much pain. Too much pleasure. It was too many new things at once. To much to process. Her argument with her brother, being kidnapped, held and tortured by these two men. Her fear of rejection when seeing her daddy for the first time in years.
It was heaven.

The feline kept playing with the power supply, bringing out all kinds of sounds from the bound yote.
The swine soon gave up on trying to not finish, a couple of quick rough thrusts he hilted, holding still as he fired several ropes of pig cum into her with a grunt.

"Hot damn she's good." The swine dropped onto his stool, panting hard. "She's all yours." He scooted round on the stool, swapping places with the taller feline.

The feline adjusted the chair to bring the dripping yote bitches cunt up to a more comfortable height as he unzipped himself.
He wasn't huge, but certainly large, and sporting the common feline barbs.
He was much slower, resting his glands against Nikkis dripping sex before slowly easing in.
The once hilted the hog flicked the power on, causing her to raggedly howl into the gag. She clenched hard around the feline cock in her, the barbs digging in as he started to drag them though her as he pulled back.
Fresh tears welled up as his barbs raked though her grasping vaginal passage, her click ablaze as electricity surged through it.

She really hoped it didn't do lasting nerve damage. She rather liked her clit.

Reaching the maximum he could withdraw within falling out he slid back in, the hog changing the power to be just a pulsing sting every so often as the large feline slowly sheathed himself within the agonised coyote.

The barbs catching and scraping her aching sex.
She writhed and sobbed, bucked and howled.
The bindings rattled and gyno chair shook as he fucked the yote bitch hard.
The hog made good use of the electrodes, eventually deciding to connect up more, taping a pair to each nipple.
The first jolting surge through her breasts helped her find renewed strength in her lungs as she howled in pain.
The constant movement of the needles and electrical flow through her set her nerves ablaze.
Everything hurt in new and interesting ways.
Her body was on fire as her mind failed to process anything but the masochistic pleasure she was experiencing.

"Gonna... Getting close... Crank it up!" The feline roared, the hog obeyed.
They'd not turned the power up so high yet.
She couldn’t scream, couldn't make a noise.
All the air was forced out her lungs as her body surged. She couldn't see, couldn't hear.
She could only feel the transcendent bliss of everything.
Jupiter and Zeus, Thor and Taranis danced on her nerves as their power surged through her.

She didn't pass out.
She simply lost all meaningful awareness.