It was dark and cold down in the bunker where Brittany sat huddled with dozens of other furs. Only a few dim shade light hanging from the ceiling provided any illumination to see. The shrill cries of children, the sobbing of other adults, and the hushed whispers panicked conversations filled the small concrete room, occasionally drowned out momentarily by an explosion from the battle above them. Brittany had been visiting the countryside village during one of her college breaks. The young fox wanted to get out of the city for a while and explore some of the wilderness nearby, maybe find a cute guy to have a little fun with on this break. Her parents had begged her not to go, they said it was too dangerous with international tensions rising. Brittany just shrugged off their concerns. Sure the village was near the boarder but it was well away from any other country's forts or cities and of no strategic value, so Brittany believed it was safe from attack. She now wished she'd listened. Brittany had just finished lunch at a local restaurant when she heard sirens blare a loud screech through the town. At first the entire village just seemed to freeze, everyone looking at the speakers as if not comprehending their warning for a moment. Then the entire town exploded into action, parents calling for children, people hastily packing things away, and everyone running for a shelter. Brittany had just stood in the middle of the chaos, her heart pounded in her ears and her breath came in quick gasps. Her vulpine fight-or-flight instincts were taking over and it was taking all of her self control not to just start running and not look back. It wasn't until a large male canine knocked into her rushing past that she realized she needed to find shelter, now. The vixen turned, following after the man who had bumped her as he seemed to know where he was going where many other people were still trying to find love ones or were rushing home to pack away the things they wanted to keep safe. Brittany had made it to the town square when she saw a couple of soldiers from the town militia ushering people into a public underground shelter. The fox breathed a sigh of relief and started forward when her ears twitched. Her keen ears could pick up a high pitch whistling above her head. She and several others stopped and followed the sound as it started to drop altitude until a building at the far end of the street suddenly exploded in a shower of bricks and broken glass as an artillery shell tore through it. Brittany stumbled and fell from the aftershock of the explosion. With a groan, she pushed herself back up to her hands and knees when another shot hit a building just up the street. Brittany screamed out in primal fear as she covered her head, feeling small bits of debris and dirt falling onto her. Brittany jumped to her feet as soon as she could, scrambling for the shelter like many others around her. She tried to ignore the unmoving bodies she passed on the way, reasoning that there was nothing she could do for them. Paramedics were already rushing to the scene and helping the wounded down into safety anyway. Brittany ran through the reinforced door and down a narrow hallway. There were a few hallways branching off but everyone was headed for the second reinforced door. Militia members rushed everyone inside, pushing them through the inner door. As soon as the room was full, they pushed the heavy door shut, sealing Brittany and the other terrified civilians inside. They could hear the soldiers run back up the hall and then the sound of the outer door closing as well. Then there was only the dull thud and rumblings of artillery striking the town. Brittany wasn't sure how long it remained that way, all sense of time lost in the dark bunker. The vixen found a corner to sit and bury her head in her hands, wishing it would be over, that she would be able to go home again soon. At some point as the adrenaline wore off and the poor girl drifted off to sleep. She was awoken by a sudden loud, and very near, boom that shook the bunker like no other. Several people screamed and sobbing started anew as some shouted they were hitting the Bunker's main door. Several minutes passed until another explosion and the sound of metal bending and breaking signaled the bunker had been breached. People within the room with Brittany began to panic, their noise intensifying, and all began to push back from the door as much as possible. Brittany was soon pressed back against the wall with no where to move. Soon enough Brittany could just make out the sound of people moving outside the door, some one shouting orders though she couldn't make them out over everyone else. Brittany held her breath until the door pushed open with a loud squeal of unoiled hinges. As soon as it did, about a dozen armed men in uniforms rushed in, each pointing an rifle at the screaming furs. Even from her position, Brittany could see these were not their men. These were human soldiers. Everyone's fears had been realized and the militia wasn't able to hold the enemy off. There was a lot of screaming and panicking until the leader of the squad pulled out a hand gun and fired it into the air. The room fell silent immediately as he stepped aside for another three men to enter the quickly becoming crowded room. These men didn't look much like soldiers to Brittany. They were wearing combat helmets but they didn't have any weapons. Their jumpsuits were black and covered with pockets but they didn't have any military gear or insignia. Without a word the one men began to shift through the crowd, grabbing a fur, giving them a quick look over, the shoving them to the other side of the room. Brittany's legs trembled as she watched him sort, a pit in her stomach forming as he worked his way toward her. Whatever the man was looking for, he found it in a young, grey furred feline girl not much younger than Brittany was. He grabbed the crying girls arm and pushed her to his two compatriots. They pushed her down onto the ground as an older male feline, likely her father by the look of him, let out a shout and tried to grab his daughter back. One of the soldiers stopped him and the two wrestled for a moment until a loud bang echoed through the concrete room. A moment later the male fell, dead from a gun shot wound to the chest. His daughter screamed and cried until a gag was shoved in her mouth. While her father had been fighting with the soldier her arms had been bound behind her with zip tie cuffs and attached to her ankles which were also bound. No one dared move as one of the jumpsuit men carried the struggling feline out, all eyes locked on the poor father and the fate that awaited anyone who resisted. The first jumpsuit man continued working through the crowd as if nothing happened. He pulled a fur every so often, pushing them to his associates who would bind then then carry them off to return a moment later. Parents and children sobbed and wailed when a loved one was chosen but no one fought back after the first time. Brittany whimpered fearfully when the inspector came to a stop in front of the trembling vixen. He glanced over her then, just as she feared, grabbed her arm and shoved her towards his the others. Brittany screamed and pleaded as she was pushed into the waiting arms of the humans. She didn't struggle but they weren't any gentler for it. The two of them roughly shoved her onto the ground on her stomach. Each of them took one of her arms and forced them behind her back. One of the men held them there while the other reached into a pocket and produced a pair of zip cuffs. They bound her wrists painfully tight then turned to her feet. They pulled her shoes off, throwing them in a corner, then pulled her legs back and bound her ankles together like her wrists. Once she was secure they took a long piece of zip tie and tied her wrist and ankle cuffs together to keep her in a tight hogtie. Lastly, Brittany felt protective leather gloves force themselves into her mouth and open it so a humiliating bone shaped gag could be forced into her mouth and secured. Brittany sobbed pitifully as one of the humans picked her up and hoisted her over his shoulder. He moved quickly as he walked down the hallway, now with a few human soldiers standing guard. He carried the vixen past the ruined door, blown open by powerful explosives, and outside to the town square. Brittany looked around and hardly recognized the town after the heavy fighting. Most buildings were destroyed or heavily damaged, likely the work of the artillery that had started the attack. Many soldiers and vehicles were moving through the square on their way through the town, searching the buildings and bringing any straggling survivors to the mostly intact ruins of the restaurant Brittany had eaten at earlier. In the middle of the square were several large, uncovered transport trucks. It was to one of these that Brittany was carried. She saw the other furs that the humans had removed from the bunker laying beside the trucks on their stomachs, facing out towards the town. Brittany joined them, wedged between the first cat girl and a red and white male husky. Brittany continued to cry softly as the human returned to the bunker, leaving the fox lying in the uncomfortable position. The vixen squirmed, testing her bonds but they cut painfully into her wrists and ankles and wouldn't budge. Instead she resigned herself to laying as she was for the time being, hoping that someone would come to rescue them, or that the army would launch a counter attack, before whatever these humans had planned for them was finished. The humans continued their work, bringing several more furs to join Brittany's group by the truck. The vixen couldn't help but notice that the furs they were bring over were all young and fairly attractive. Her pulse quickened and she tried her bonds again, thoughts of what they might have planned ran through her head. After the last person joined Brittany by the truck, a new group was started by the next transport. This one had a lot men and older boys, strong looking furs. The process repeated like before, a single human running out a bound fur to set them next to the truck until that group was finished. After that a third group was started of women and older girls was started next to the third truck, and finally the last truck had children placed beside it until everyone in the bunker was sorted. Far from being over, however, the soldiers and jumpsuit men emerged and repeated the process with the other civilian survivors in the restaurant. None of the furs inside struggled like the father of the first girl had. Maybe they heard the gunshot or had seen the soldier's violence first-hand already. Brittany's group got a couple of new members before the sorting was finished but the entire civilian group was sorted like the bunker group. Lastly, to Brittany's surprise, a small number of captured militia members were marched to the square from elsewhere in town. All but one of these poor furs joined the men. A fiercely struggling border collie girl was half thrown, half dropped down in front of Brittany. The canine was thrashing like a worm on a hook and it made Brittany more nervous. Did she know something the rest of them didn't? It had been over an hour since the bunker had been breached and most of the initial panic had worn off to be replaced with worry and pain from laying hog-tied for so long. Many of the captives were getting restless, trying to find a comfortable position or seeking lost family among the other groups. Some began to seriously struggle, though those were quickly subdued by a kick or two from the watching guards. Brittany squirmed in her bonds and tried to look over the still struggling POW to see what was happening. Furs were being loaded onto the trucks one group at a time starting with the children. This caused a new wave of muffed cries and sobs as parents and children lost sight of each other. The humans worked uncaring for the pleading and mournful sounds around them. Under the direction of the inspector, they loaded the children he pointed out until the truck was full. The rest of the children they couldn't fit were moved away from the truck, placed back inside of the bunker still bound. This process repeated with the women, then the men. Both times the trucks were filled as much as they could be and the extras were placed inside of the bunker. When it came their turn, Brittany couldn't help but hope she might be spared, that they would run out of room. There was no such luck, however. The border collie was the first loaded, the soldiers nearby laughing as she was placed inside. Brittany was chosen next and the fox let out a whimper of desperation as she was loaded in the truck, pressed tightly against the collie girl. The feline teen was placed next to her, pushed against the vixen to maximize space. They continued to load as such, keeping the furs like sardines. Soon Brittany found herself nose to nose with the husky she had been laying next to before. Normally Brittany might have enjoyed being trussed up this close a good looking male but this many furs pressed this close together made it very hot and difficult to breathe. It continued like this until the truck was full of squirming, grumbling furs with no one left over this time. Several soldiers climbed over the sides of each truck and forced themselves in the already full beds to watch the prisoners. The sun was starting to set when the engines roared to life. Many fears began to plead or cry again as the trucks started to move, Brittany being one of them. Tears wetted her fur as she realized her only hope of escaping home was quickly diminishing. She squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered as the bumpy road rocked her and the others. One bump slammed her forward into the husky and left her there, pressed against him. Instead of trying to push her off, the vixen was surprised to feel the canine start to gently nuzzle her. Brittany had to admit that the gentle touch was comforting so she returned the gesture, rubbing her tear wetted muzzle against his soft muzzle, finding it wet as well. The trucks continued to drive well into the night without slowing. Just as Brittany was wondering if they would drive throughout the night, the trucks slowed, then stopped. All around them spotlights flashed on, flooding the trucks with light. The soldiers climbed out and could be heard speaking with someone. A few seconds later, several new soldiers climbed into the truck and started to off load the prisoners to waiting troops outside the truck. Brittany groaned as she was lifted again and passed over the side of the truck to another human who carried her over set her down until the truck was unloaded. Brittany looked around to see they were inside some kind of secret human military camp. As soon as each truck was unloaded, the soldiers they rode with left together to what smelled to be a mess hall, making the vixen's stomach growl. In groups of ten furs at a time, soldiers approached and cut the ankle ties for each fur before leading them off. Brittany moaned happily when she was finally able to stretch her stiff legs again. The private in charge of her didn't give her any time to recover, however. He dragged her over to a latrine as another fur left it. To her squealing objections, he yanked her shorts and panties down and pushed her inside, laughing as he did. After spending all day laying on her stomach, Brittany was in dire need of the facilities. When she was done relieving herself, she was redressed by the same soldier who then brought her over near to the mess hall. Sitting on a table outside were cases of bottled water and MREs. Brittany didn't have to dragged here. She was half dragging the human along so she could eat. Luckily the private just laughed at her enthusiasm rather than punish her. He forced her to sit on the ground and removed her gag, setting it on the table before he allowed her to drink from the bottle of water. The vixen moaned at the feeling of the cool water hitting her dry throat. With her arms tied behind her back, Brittany had to be fed by the soldier like a child. The fox ate eagerly, not caring how the food tasted. The human feeding her made no secret that he was also looking Brittany over as he fed her. He leaned forward to look down her shirt as he put food in her waiting mouth. As the vixen chewed he ran his hand along her leg, playing with her silky fur. It made her uncomfortable, but she didn't want to risk him cutting her dinner short so she allowed it. Not that she really could have stopped him anyway. After her last bite of food he allowed her one last drink of water before he grabbed her gag again. She got half way through begging him not to replace it before he was forcing it into her mouth again. Whimpering with defeat, she allowed herself to be marched to a large tent erected near the trucks. Inside, the furs were being put down for the night after having their ankles resecured once more. Brittany whined in protest as the plastic cut into her abused flesh once more. Thankfully at least her legs weren't attached to her arms this time so she could be a little more comfortable. She was taken to the end of her group where a spot in the tarp coving the ground waited for her. As she was laid down, the human reached around and groped her large chest. Brittany squealed and thrashed so he let her drop to the ground with a thud. He just laughed at her and gave her a kick to get her into place. Brittany groaned and squirmed from the pain in her side, glaring at the soldier walking away. At the same time the male husky from the truck was being carried in, a glare on his face mirroring the one on her own. Just as the soldier passed, the husky swing his legs out and caught the private across the face. Both the soldier he hit and the one carrying him fell and the three ended up in jumble on the ground. It didn't take long for the soldiers to get back to their feet and give the bound husky several harsh kicks. Luckily for him, the next soldier in line yelled for them to move along. The pair dragged the husky next to Brittany and slammed him down, walking away cursing. Brittany squirmed and flopped until she could turn over, ignoring the pain in her side now baring all of her weight. The husky was groaning as he tried to find a way to lay that didn't hurt. Brittany leaned in and touched her nose to his to get his attention. She couldn't speak but she hoped the look on her face conveyed her gratitude that he would do that for her. The husky just grinned around his gag, one eye swollen shut and chuckled. Brittany returned the smile and pressed herself against the canine, feeling better than she had all day as he nuzzled her gently. The two shared their affection until they drifted off to sleep. They were awoken the next morning by soldiers walking through the tent shouting and giving kicks to furs who weren't waking fast enough. Brittany was able to see that it was already morning outside and the soldiers were eager to arrive at the destination. Brittany and the husky were separated as they were carried off in a routine similar to the night before. Thankfully Brittany had a different soldier this time, a female who took her to the latrine and fed her. After she was fed, the vixen was forced to the ground again to have ankles tied to her wrists like the day before. As soon as she was secured she was returned to truck. Brittany waited but her male wasn't placed in front of her like before. Instead it was the teen cat from yesterday, looking like she hadn't stopped crying since and, as Brittany remembered what happened to the poor girl, she might not have. Brittany lifted up and spotted the red furred male further down the truck bed, also looking around. They locked eyes and Brittany smiled sadly which he returned in kind before she lowered back down. The truck's engine roared back to life and they were off again. Brittany was left with her thoughts as they drove along, wondering what their fate would ultimately be. She had a long time to ponder as it was well past midday when there was a change. The captive furs could hear the hustle and bustle of a city, and they could see tall buildings over head. Many of the grew restless, squirming and murmuring at the new settings. The soldiers kept them in line however, ordering them to keep quiet or face the consequences. The trucks passed through the busy streets, not stopping for traffic or street lights. As they drove, Brittany's keen vulpine ears could hear that the other trucks in the convoy broke off, heading to different destinations than her own. The vixen's heart beat faster as the sounds of the city grew louder around her. The young fox started to squirm in her cuffs and whimper around her gag. She wanted out! Out of these cuffs, this truck, this city, all of it! She didn't even know where she was, or who had kidnapped them and any hopes she had of returning home were dying fast. She froze when the sky above her went dark. The truck had pulled into a large warehouse looking building. Brittany was trembling when the truck came to a stop, almost hyperventilating. She watched wide eyed as the furs in front of her were unloaded. When it was finally her turn, she let out a scream as she was picked up, earning laughs from the nearby humans. The vixen was carried off the truck and saw several waiting gurneys lined up. Rather than being cut free, Brittany was placed down on one of the gurneys, still on her belly. As soon as she was down a pair of human females, twins by the look of them, rushed over. Both were rather skinny with abnormally long fingers and large glasses that seemed eerily similar to bug eyes to the fox. The only way Brittany could tell them apart was that one twin had her short bob dyed red, the other had hers dark blue. The pair took hold of the gurney and wheeled the helpless vixen off deeper into building. They exited the loading bays where the truck was being unloaded down a long hallway lined with rooms. The pair found and empty room and wheeled Brittany inside. The room was lined with cabinets and drawers on two walls and a metal tub along the back with shower hoses hanging above it. In the middle of the room was a waist high table to which the two women transferred their charge. Brittany waited and whimpered softly as the two looked her over, feeling and pointing as they whispered to each other in a human language she didn't understand. After a few minutes, one of the women turned and opened a drawer behind the vixen. Brittany tried to look back but couldn't see what the first woman handed to the second. It wasn't until she felt something thin snd sharp slide under her shirt and shorts that she had her first clue. Brittany held her breath, afraid, until she heard two snips and both her shirt and shorts felt a little looser. With outraged shock, Brittany realized they were cutting her cloths off! With a mighty howl, the furious fox began to thrash and scream. The humans were surprised initially by her sudden resistance but they recovered quickly. One of the girls held Brittany down while the other continued to work. The vixen sobbed and continued to try and struggle as her shorts were cut loose from her body, then a couple of snips removed her panties. Her shirt met a similar fate as did her bra. Last, they removed her socks and rings from her fingers. They released Brittany but she didn't see the point in struggling anymore as the pair removed the scraps that had once been her cloths, leaving the sobbing girl naked on the table. The pair picked up the fox again, this time to set her into the tub. Brittany squealed as her unprotected nipples came into contact with the cold metal. The two girls giggled at her reaction before they turned on the water. Brittany was pleasantly surprised to feel warm water crashing over her furry body. The twins let the water soak her fur for a minute, speaking to each other as they considered her crimson pelt before they retreated to the cabinets. They returned a minute later each carrying bottles of shampoos and conditioners. Brittany moaned and arched her back as she felt cool shampoo poured onto her back. The girls set about working it into her fur, working around her hogtie as they swept up and down her back and flanks. The twins were gentle in their work, carefully working out any matted fur and tangles. In spite of herself, Brittany couldn't help but enjoy the delicate fingers working over her body, messaging her stiff back as they worked. Her eyes widened as she felt the the fingers moved lower, one giving just as much attention to her tail, carefully working through the bushy fur while the other worked on her rear. Brittany whimpered and squirmed as the hands kneaded her bum, ending with a playful swat and giggling from the humans toying with her. They didn't torment her for long before they set to work on her lovely long legs and her feet paws. Satisfied with their work on her back, her cleaners lifted the fox, resting Brittany back on her knees. With the hogtie, this forced her to bend her back, leaving her generous double D chest on prominent display. With mischievous grins, the pair poured more shampoo on her chest, much to the squirming vixen's displeasure. They wasted no time, each taking one of her massive mammaries and working the cleaner into the sensitive flesh. Brittany whimpered around her gag, her only method of voicing her objections. Her breathing was quickening as they worked her tits, squeezing and rubbing, letting their nails drag across her pink areola. The twins squealed and laughed as they saw her nipples grow hard and prominent. They took a few moments to torment their captive by flicking and rubbing the vixen's rock hard nubs. Brittany pleaded behind her gag, feeling humiliated to be toyed with like this, more embarrassed that she was enjoying it. The girls laughed, telling her what a naughty vixen she was, switching to a trade language most educated furs and humans understood. Finally they left her abused breasts alone, though their giggling continued. To Brittany's relief they moved on with cleaning her body, working over her arms. Brittany waited as they cleaned along her furry limbs, then up her neck and washing her face before moving lower to was her belly, finding the fox a little ticklish as they worked, much to their delight. Brittany started to squirm and fight again when she felt one if the hands make it's way lower. The twins were ready however, one held her still while the other worked on her thighs, brushing ever closer to what Brittany knew was inevitable. She wasn't sure if the human spent an inordinate amount of time working on her inner thighs but it seemed like she did, coming close but never actually touching Brittany's womanhood for the first few minutes. When those questing fingers finally brushed against her velvety folds, Brittany squealed and whimpered pleadingly as she tried to squirm away. The first twin held her fast, shushing her softly as the other worked shampoo into her pubic fur. They spoke to her as they worked, telling her to relax, that it would be over soon. Brittany could feel tears starting to mix with the shower water. Partly from the shame of having her last bit of intimacy stolen from her, but more because these two could do anything to her and she couldn't stop them, couldn't even beg. The pair seemed unconcerned as they continued their work, working the shampoo into every bit of her fur. Brittany felt they went over her nether lips a few more times than necessary, but they finished up much faster than they had with her lovely tits. They used the hoses to wash the rest of the fur cleaner off her body. One of the humans left to prepare something else while the other picked a different shampoo and worked it into her back length blonde hair. The human spoke softly as she worked, telling Brittany how beautiful she was now that she was clean, how she was being such a good girl with not fighting so much. The vulpine female felt her blood run hotter at being patronized, her tail swishing in agitation. If the other female noticed, she failed to respond. She was too busy rinsing the shampoo out of the fox's lovely hair. She repeated the process with a conditioner before she sat back and looked the vixen over. Satisfied with her work, she turned the shower off and waited. The first girl returned holding towels, handing one to her sister and they set about vigorously rubbing them over the fox. Brittany was glad for the drying before she got overly cold and this time at least, her beauticians didn't toy with her. When her fur was mostly dry they picked up the scissors again and kneeled down next to her. They told her they were going to cut her arms free so they could work. They also assured her that there we guards just out side that wouldn't hesitate to hurt her or put her down, regardless of how much she was worth. Brittany's head spun as they cut her wrists free. She didn't understand what they meant by 'how much she was worth,' or what that meant for her future. She remembered the furs in her group, all young and attractive. She wondered why they would bother cleaning them, but she had a sinking feeling she knew the reason. Her fears from yesterday came back and she knew she and the others weren't prisoners. They were product. She didn't have long to think about it before her hands were free and Brittany was pulled to her still bound feet. She was laid back on her stomach on the table with her arms at her sides, shivering a bit under her still damp fur. She reached up for the plastic bone gag in her mouth but one of the twins caught her hand. When the fox didn't struggle, the twin gently placed her arm back down, telling her the gag had to stay in for now and to keep her arms by her side unless she was otherwise told. The pair picked up brushes and set to work on Brittany's soft red fur, working the brush through her pelt like experts. They gently worked any remaining tangles out of her fur, using combs in more sensitive areas. Brittany couldn't help but moan pleasurably as they worked, her back arching and limbs flexing as she was pampered. After her ordeal, she wanted to enjoy this little bit of special treatment. The twins were pleased with her cooperation, telling her again what a good girl she was, how beautiful her fur was, how lovely she looked. Pleased with how the fur on her back side looked, one sister pulled a filing nail from nearby and set to work on the claws of her hands. The other sister picked up a bottle of scented oil. She poured some on her hands and started to stroke Brittany's brushed fur, brushing the lavender scent in so the vixen smelt as good as she looked. The pair continued their work mostly in silence, occasionally breaking the quiet by giving the vixen another compliment or teasing her. They would give her rear a playful swat or rub the scented oil in between the cheeks of her ass, giggling when the vixen squealed or jumped. A while after they started, Brittany was flipped over for her front side. The sisters continued their work, picking up the brushes from before and straightening out her fur. Risking the promised punishment, Brittany lifted her hand to her face. Both sisters started to jumped up to stop her but paused when Brittany examined her finger claws. They were beautifully done, uniform in length and no longer sharp. She couldn't help but murr at the impressive work. Her arm was gently pulled back down, but by the look on the human's faces it was clear they were pleased with Brittany's reaction. Brittany grew nervous as the brushes neared her sensitive melons. She whimpered her concerns and received a condescending pat on the head in response. They switched out for soft bristle brushes and continued their work over her chest. Brittany couldn't help but moan and squirm when those soft brushes crossed over her teats but if the twins minded they didn't show it. They switched again to combs for the fur on her neck and face, being careful not to cause Brittany any pain from poking or pulling tangles. After a few last touch ups over her entire body, the twins stepped back and spoke between themselves again, in that human language again. The twins picked up the nail file and lavender oil again, one starting on her foot paws while the other worked the pleasant smelling oil into the fur of her arms. She knew it was inevitable, if only because these humans liked to see her squirm in discomfort, but as the oil moved to her belly she grew more apprehensive. Instead of moving straight up, the girl skipped the obvious target of Brittany's heaving bosom and instead spread the oil over her neck, filling Brittany's every breath with the lavender sent. The human winked at the vixen then let her hands steadily slip down. Brittany whined and squeezed her eyes closed as those slender fingers slid down along her breasts, careful to avoid her nipples. The twin continued to brush her fingers along every inch of the wonderfully soft mounds, pausing occasionally to apply more oil. As she mapped out the vixen's sensitive chest she was careful to avoid the pink areola, working around them. Brittany bit her lip, uncomfortable with the intimate touch and hating that this human did as she pleased with her body, but unable to deny how nice it felt. The pleasurable torture continued for a few minutes, the twin clearly enjoying herself, but as the other sister finished with Brittany's lower claws, they had to move along. Reoiling her hand one last time she dipped her hand between the squealing vixen's legs, letting the oiled hand bush up her lower lips. Thankfully just once. The pair had Brittany sit up on the table before taking her wrists. Against the whining vixen's muffled complaints they resecured her wrists with fresh zip ties in front this time. They warned her not to scream or beg, then the removed her gag, setting it aside. They gave the vixen a minute work the kinks out of her aching jaw, even letting her reach up and rub it with her bound hands. Afterwords they set about cleaning up her face. One sister worked on brushing her long blonde hair while the other brought out a tooth brush and floss. Ignoring Brittany's insistence that she could brush her own teeth, the twin was soon vigorously scrubbing away at the vixen's sharp fangs. Once the brushing was done the first twin pulled a piece of floss and set to work again while the other worked various fast drying products into her hair. The pair worked in silence for several minutes until they were satisfied with their vulpine canvas. Stepping back, they stood silent for a moment, then both exploded with happy human jitter. Brittany wasn't sure what was happening until they stood her up and closed the door to the room. On the back was a tall mirror so Brittany could see herself. All she could do was gasp as she saw her reflection. She was the same as she always was, long lovely legs, wide hips, thin waist, her pride and joy double Ds, pretty face and bright blue eyes. She had rarely looked this good before however. Her red fur was sleek and shiny, and it felt softer than it had in days. Her hair had been styled and looked just as good as her fur, the lovely blonde locks framing her bright green eyes quite well. Even her tail looked bushy and healthy. This was catwalk quality work and Brittany couldn't remember the last time she looked so good. Her eyes watering, Brittany turned and thanked the girls for their work and for being gentle. They just giggled and told her it was their job. The moved the gurney behind her and had her lie down again. Brittany wondered what was next when the bone that had been the bane of her mouth suddenly filled her vision. Eyes watering again for a very different reason, Brittany opened her mouth as slowly as she dared. The twins were patient in replacing the gag, but firm about securing it. Once Brittany was gagged and bound again, they set off back into the hallway. The trip moved further away from the loading bay Brittany arrived in before turning down another hallway. This one only had a few doors on each side and several furs left standing in a line against one wall with several guards armed with tasers and night sticks watching them along the other. Brittany whined, uncomfortable being only fur clad in front of so many strangers but the twins just set about sitting her up and cutting her ankle ties so she could stand. Brittany noticed they seemed nervous about the guards too. Brittany was stood in the line and her handlers left back down the hall. The fox was grateful they tied her hands in front of her so she could use them to hide her nipples and her tail to cover herself. It seemed only some of the furs had received similar privileges as many had their arms bound behind their backs and some even had their feet still bound. There was nothing to do but wait and try to avoid the gaze of the surly looking guards watching over them. It wasn't long until one of the doors opened and the gray feline from before was led out, muzzle wet with tears. Brittany noticed the teen looked like she'd received similar treatment to the fox, looking beautiful. Soon after the feline had been released, a pair of humans arrived, on male the other female. They must have been her handlers because they led her off fussing over her appearance the whole way. As they did, a man in a doctor's coat pulled one of the furs from the line inside the room. Soon after the door closed, someone nudged the vixen's arm, having arrived while Brittany was distracted. She looked over and squealed happily. It was the red furred husky again! Without thinking, she nestled up against him, burying her face in his chest. Brittany murred at his scent mixed with lilacs and she buried her nose in his chest fur. She could hear the husky chuckle and press himself against her too. She could feel certain parts of their anatomy rub against the other but Brittany ignored their nudity and just enjoyed the moment until she heard a powerful male voice call out. She looked up to see one of the guards approaching shouting at them in the same language the twins had used, the one she didn't understand. It was clear from his motions, however, that he wanted the two to separate and he wasn't asking. The guard was on them before they could separate so instead the husky quickly turned his body so the human reached him first. The guard roughly shoved the canine back against the wall away from Brittany before shouting what sounded like warnings to the pair of them. Glowering at them he returned to his post, arms crossed. Brittany and the canine locked eyes and she whimpered her thanks and apologies. The male just smiled and shook his head, short black head fur swishing as he did. He slid closer, watching the human out of the corner of his eye, until the two were brushing arms together again. Brittany was grateful for the contact and it was then that she noticed that the husky's arms were behind his back. Brittany wondered if he had resisted during his grooming more than she had. She laid her head against his arm, wishing her gag was out so she could talk to him! At least ask his name. He'd protected her twice already now and she didn't even know his name. Before she could ponder further she felt him rest his head on top of hers, mashing one of her ears flat but she ignored it. As another fur left and another took his place in the room, Brittany felt a pit of sadness forming in her stomach. She knew this could be the last time she saw her husky. She wasn't so foolish to think they were going to be prisoners or ransomed back to their families anymore. She knew why they were brought to the city and prettied up, even if she didn't want to admit it to herself. She didn't really know this male but she knew that more than anything she didn't want to lose him. She glanced up and saw the same serious look on his face. She wondered if he was thinking the same thing as her. He pushed closer to her and nuzzled her hair, giving her a nervous moan. At first she wasn't sure why until she felt someone grab her other arm. She looked over to see one of the doctors dragging her into one of the exam rooms. She cast one last longing glance back as the door closed. Inside the room was rather cold and busy. A desk covered with files and books about anthro health with a computer where the doctor was typing something was pressed against the wall by the door. An exam chair on the opposite wall with various medical devices and charts on the wall around it. Even a phoropter for eye exams hung from the ceiling. Brittany shivered in the cold room air as she waited, unsure what to do. After a few moments the doctor stood and pulled her to the center of the room. He looked her in the eye for a moment, a look of disinterest and disgust on his face as he told her he had some tests to run on her and they could do them the easy way or the hard way. He roughly removed Brittany's gag and she quickly assured him she wanted the easy way. He just grunted for her to sit down on the chair so he could remove the ties and they could begin. The doctor performed a through examination if her entire body, looking for any defects or health problems. He took down her hight and weight, blood pressure and then checked her lungs. These were followed by having her stand and perform a series of stretches, having her pause during so he could feel her muscles and test her coordination. He examined her ears and tested her hearing then moved on to her eyes, roughly turning her head this way and that as he shined a light directly into her eyes. He had her look through the phoropter, disinterestedly putting her responses into the computer. After a few more examinations, the doctor had Brittany sit down again so he could draw some blood. The vixen nervously held her arm out, yelping cutely as the needle stuck her. As the process started the doctor returned to the computer to finish his filing, asking various questions like her age and medical history as he worked. He returned a few moments later to collect the sample and remove the needle. As he worked Brittany noticed he was staring at her chest, but not with any sort of lust, which made her more nervous. Out of the blue he asked her if she was lactating, lifting one of her heavy breasts and examining it. Caught off guard by the question and touching, Brittany sputtered for a moment before she was able to answer she wasn't. Without pausing he asked her if she had ever lactated. Again she answered no, uncomfortable with these questions more than most things since her time here. The doctor either didn't notice her tone or ignored it as he returned to the computer and started typing. He then asked if she was a mother. A little more upset Brittany indignantly answered no and asked if she looked like it. The doctor snapped at her to keep quiet and only answer his questions. He asked her if she knew if there were any medical issues that might prevent her from having children. Brittany swallowed hard, fearing the implications behind the question as she answered no. The doctor didn't ask her anymore questions, just kept typing away at his computer. Brittany looked over her shoulder to see a picture of herself above a file the doctor was filling out. She noticed that no where on the file was her name, just a series of numbers to identify her. She felt tears sting her eyes again at the sight. Seeing her name just removed by these people stabbed her right in the heart. What right did they have? Gathering her courage, Brittany cleared her throat and told the doctor her name, Brittany Sharpe. She had expected to be ignored at best, but to her surprise the doctor stopped and turned, a look of bewilderment on his face. Unsure of what to do, Brittany started to repeat herself but she was cut off by the doctor who angrily told her that her name was whatever the hell they told her it was. He reached into a drawer, the vixen fearing what he could be bringing against her, but it turned out to be another pair of zip cuffs. With a groan of resignation, Brittany held out her wrists for the doctor to tie, which he did, tighter than necessary. Next he grabbed her gag and forcefully shoved it into her muzzle, locking it in place. Brittany was forced to sit in silence until the grumbling doctor was finished. After he closed the file he picked up a phone on the desk and made a quick call, presumably to Brittany's handlers because they showed up a few minutes later. Without a word they each took hold of one of the vixen's arms and led her out of the room. They kept going once they were out, heading in the same direction as the teen and her handlers from before, fixing various things about her appearance like the others had. As she walked away Brittany looked back over her shoulder but didn't see her canine. He must have been taken back already. Brittany turned back and allowed herself to be led and fussed over. The pair led her down down another hall to a set of large heavy double doors. When they opened Brittany blinked in surprise. She was in a large wide room, the size of a wearhouse. Gone were the cold tile floors and concrete walls. Inside the floor was covered in burgundy red carpet with black patterns running across the rug that was soft and plush under Brittany's foot paws. At the far end was an empty wooden stage. The walls were decorated in expensive looking art with another set of double doors in each wall. All through the middle of the room were booths created by waist high cloth barriers with a single telescoping pole in the middle. Several of them were already occupied by furs standing or sitting in them nervously, most of them eating food. The twins ushered her inside, stopping to pick up a chalkboard sign sitting by the double doors in front of every booth. The booth was barely large enough to contain all three women. Along with the pole, a small box was also hidden inside the both behind the cloth barricade One of the twins had the vixen stand in the booth by the pole and produced measuring tape from her pocket. The other pulled out a piece of chalk and prepared to write. The first had Brittany stand and wrapped it around the vixen's bust, pulling it tight and calling out the number to her sister. She took Brittany's body measurements while the other copied them down onto the board. When they were finished they complimented Brittany on her impressive numbers, making the vixen beam with pride. The twins sat Brittany down of the floor, turning and opening the box on the floor, returning a moment later with something for the fox to eat. The other released Brittany's gag, but this time she didn't set it aside for later. She opened the box and set it inside before closing it again before Brittany could see inside. Instead Brittany of fulfilling her curiosity she settled for filling her hungry belly. She took the ham sandwich and water from the first twin and contentedly ate away. The twins busied themselves with the chalk board, adding new information and changing what they had while the fox finished her food. As she was finishing up, Brittany watched the twins, waiting for a moment when they were busy and not paying attention to quickly raise up and look around. She could see the booths filling up with furs and the noise around them was getting louder. Brittany bit her lip looking until she spotted red fur across the huge room. She groaned to see the male from before so far away, getting measured in a booth next to the young feline. She sank back down and waited for whatever was going to come next. About an hour later, after Brittany had been given a bathroom trip and the last of the furs had arrived and eaten, an announcement came over the PA system. It announced that public viewing would soon begin so all handlers should make final preparations. Brittany's heart began to beat faster and she started to tremble. Strangers, likely many strangers, were going to be allowed to look at her at their pleasure, possibly more than look. The vixen started to panic, her instincts taking over. In a flash she was on her feet, eyes scanning the room for an escape route. She started forward but barely made it more than three steps before the twins caught hold of her. The two had a little difficulty holding the young woman back, but between them they were able to hold her and calm her before any of the patrolling guards noticed. Brittany pleaded, tears rolling down her muzzle, to be released. She knew it wouldn't be up to her handlers but stress and depression overwhelmed her. She told them her parents had money, they would ransom her back if they'd let them. She went about how it wasn't right or fair what happened to all of these people until she broke down into sobs. The twins listened quietly, keeping eyes out in case Brittany's outburst drew attention. When the vixen stopped talking, the pair swooped in and comforted the vulpine. They told her they understood that it must be terrible for her but that this was the way things turned out. The government wasn't interested in ransoming or money, they wanted to shock and terrify their enemies. Furthermore, there was no point resisting now, it would only make things worse for herself. Brittany wanted to yell at them that they didn't have a clue how terrible it was for her, that she didn't give a shit what their government, her government, or any other wanted, she just wanted to go home! Most of all she didn't care how much worse it got, she didn't want to just give up! She wanted to, but she couldn't deny they were right. With a final sob she nodded her head to signal she was ready. The twins stood her up and placed her bound hands above her head. The pole behind her was raised and her wrists were attached to a hook on the top of the pole. It rose again until Brittany couldn't left her wrists off of it. The twins turned to the box and pulled out more equipment as the vixen squirmed like a work on a hook. Looking around and seeing the same thing happening all over the room, Brittany asked what exactly was going to happen to her. The twins returned with a long bar, a towel, and a metal ring before they answered. They explained that later tonight there would be an auction. They didn't need to explain what would be auctioned. Before that, potential customers would be allowed to come in and view the stock for sell, examining each fur up close before the bidding. They also warned the vixen that the customers were allowed to get hands on with their examinations. Brittany started to panic again until they assured her that the guards around the room would step in if there was anything more going on. As they explained they attached a spreader bar to her ankles, forcing her legs apart. The vixen whimpered and squirmed again, trying to cover herself with her tail but one of the twins grabbed that bushy saviour. She pulled it down, exposing Brittany's womanhood to the room, and used a cuff attached to the spreader to keep the fox from covering up with it. More tears escaped the vixen's eyes as she lost her only protection. Last, the twins had Brittany open her mouth wide so they could fit the metal ring into her mouth, using the harness to secure it. The ring held her mouth open and allowed anyone to see inside. Once Brittany was secured the twins approached with the towels and dried the poor girls fur. They told her gently that she needed to impress these people for her own good. The people coming in early were rich men and woman looking for house maids, personal servants, or an impressive pet to show off. Brittany couldn't help but shoot back a nasty look. She didn't want to impress the people who were going to buy her like a animal! She didn't give a damn if they liked her at all! To her surprise the twins just nodded understandingly. They assured her they understood the fox probably didn't want to perform for buyers, but there were far worse fates than ending up as some billionaire's trophy pet. In response to Brittany's quizzical look they nodded to the booth across from Brittany. The vixen noticed the pretty border collie from the militia hanging from her hook, sobbing hard and occasionally struggling half-heartedly against her bonds. Her handlers were missing, though the chalk board outside of her booth had all of her information written on it. Around her neck was a sign that read 'sold,' on a simple white card. Brittany wondered how she could already be sold before the auction but the twins explained. They told Brittany that an officer who delivered them all to the auction house told them that she was property of the military office of morale and welfare. The POW was only here for her medical exam and holding until she was delivered to a military base for the troops to use for their entertainment. They assured Brittany that now that the war was starting furs would be treated especially harsh, more so by the soldiers, and even more so for an enemy soldier turned slave. The twins hoped things wouldn't be too bad for the poor thing, but it wasn't likely. They told Brittany that the military would be claiming all unsold stock after the auction but even if they didn't get her one of the brothels sending representatives would. Things in a whore house would likely be just as bad for the fox. Dozens of men a night who didn't care if she got hurt or sick was far worse than one master who would care for her if only because he would be the one out a lot of money if something happened to her. Brittany whimpered, but nodded in understanding, trying to put on a happier face. Besides, she thought to herself, perhaps a single master would be interested in the money from ransoming her. The twins pated down her fur once more and told her they had to go but they would see her again after the viewing. With a smile they told Brittany she was pretty enough to make every potential owner come running with leash in hand. They left after one last wish for luck and Brittany was left to wait alone. She tried to crane around to see how her husky was doing, but he was behind her and she couldn't see him anymore. Defeated she leaned back against her pole and waited. Waiting was the worse part so far. Each minute felt like a small eternity to the frightened fox. She tried to calm her self by closing her eyes and focusing on her sense of smell. Every fur had been covered in scented oil and she smiled as she smelled lilacs on someone nearby. She wondered if he could smell lavender. Her thoughts were interrupted when the doors on the right side of the room opened and the sound of laughing and conversation filled the room. Several furs screamed, others struggled, many like Brittany just whimpered and waited. Dozens of well dressed humans walked in, some alone, others as couples, some as large groups. Some wore business suits and others wore causal clothing, some even wore outrageous outfits in offensive colors like neon fuschia. Brittany's pulse quickened and her breath came faster, tinged with the taste of copper as her instincts told her to run and hide. Trapped as she was, however, all she could do twitch and pull against the hook. As the first of the humans reached her booth, likely drawn by the sound of the still struggling collie across from her, Brittany fought against her instincts and forced herself to stand still. Remembering what the twins said, she tried to smile around her gag and stand tall despite her nudity. At first they just passed by, checking her board and looking her over as they passed. Soon however some of the bolder humans stepped into the both with her. She ended up having many visitors before she was done but only a few really stood out. One middle aged, large bellied man with a round face in a sharp suite walked around her several times, pointing and shouting at a man outside hurriedly taking notes like an assistant. His short dark hair was styled so well it almost didn't look real and his mustache looked as if he cut it with a ruler it was so straight. He felt her sides and belly, even letting his hands roam over her firm rear. He gripped the vixen's chin to turn her heard and even checked inside of her mouth. Whether or not he was pleased Brittany wasn't sure. She couldn't understand him and his face didn't reveal much emotion. Next up came a trio of giggling girls in expensive looking dresses. They honestly seemed less interested in Brittany and more in whomever did her hair from the way they kept pointing and making comments about it. However one of them, evidently the leader, was seriously evaluating Brittany. The girl wore a bright pink dress with her blonde hair hanging in ringlets around her shoulders. She was certainly a beautiful girl but there was something cruel in those blue eyes Brittany didn't like. The girl walked out of the booth, checking the board with the fox's measurements then walking over to the vixen to try and eyeball them herself. Before the others dragged her away she reached up and squeezed the vixen's breasts harshly to see if they were real. Brittany squealed but the girl was satisfied. She walked away but Brittany could have sworn she saw jealousy in her eyes. Shortly after the girls left a couple approached and entered. Brittany was surprised because they didn't seem nearly as well off as the other humans here. The two of them walked around the bound woman, speaking to each other. The man was tall and lean with messy brown hair carrying a business jacket over his shoulder. He seemed quiet excited about the vixen but the woman he was with didn't seem to keen. She was shorter than the man and more plump, with jet black hair piled neatly into a tight bun. The two spoke quietly to each other, ignoring the fox until the woman suddenly turned and and spoke poorly in Brittany's own language. She asked if Brittany could do chores to which the vixen eagerly nodded yes. The woman frowned and asked if Brittany could take kids. It took the vixen a minute to realize she was asking if Brittany could take care of kids. Again she enthusiastically nodded her head. The husband was very pleased as he spoke to his wife again, sounding like he was trying to convince her as they walked away. The last visitor Brittany had came as the events were winding down and the crowd was thin. A lone man, young and well built with handsome, windswept blonde hair was wandering through the floor looking over every female he came across. When he reached the vulpine woman he came to a stop, staring at her. With twinkling eyes he stepped inside and began pacing around Brittany. He said nothing but the look he was giving her said it all. Brittany knew what he was after and couldn't help but shiver under his stare. He came to a stop in front of her before placing his hand on her hip. The vixen murred softly, his hand feeling hit against her fur as he moved it up and down, stroking her luscious fur. His hand snuck behind her and squeezed and toyed with her bum, letting a single finger glide along her crack. Chuckling he pulled his hand away and started back, much to Brittany's disappointment. Seeing the look on her face the man paused. He turned back again with a mischievous grin. Sauntering up again he boldly reached up and took ahold of one if her prodigious mounds, firmly squeezing the soft tit between his fingers. Brittany moaned and pushed her chest closer into his hand, pressing her tit against his palm. He was clearly surprised by her eagerness and brought his other hand to her exposed snatch. Brittany squealed as she felt his fingers rubbing her then sliding between her nether lips. Her breath quickened as he brushed across her opening, agonizingly slow as he teased her. Brittany squirmed and whimpered in need until the male finally pushed two of his fingers into her waiting hole. She threw her head back around the pole as he worked his fingers through her tight cunt, occasionally using his thumb to stroke her clit. The male enjoyed the sounds she made as he finger fucked her, speeding up or slowing his fingers to change her pitch, rubbing in different spots to see her reaction. At the same time he began to pull and twist her hard nipple to add to his vulpine's song of pleasure. Brittany's groans and cries grew louder as she stopped caring who was around her to hear. A part of her mind buried under the pleasure was mortified that a complete stranger was touching her in her most intimate places, expertly bring the vixen to a climax with nothing but his wonderful digits. It was also upset that she was moaning like a whore in heat, drawing stares from nearby. Brittany couldn't bring herself to care at the moment, however. She just wanted to grind her hips closer to the human, let him play with her forever, but the hook and spreader bar prevented her. She felt a pressure in her lower belly, like a coiled spring ready to snap. Her body began to tremble and she smiled around her gag, eyes half closed as her climax prepared to hit her like a train. Then the pleasure suddenly stopped, the fingers pulled away and the vixen was left alone. Her head snapped up to see a guard speaking firmly to her lover, pointing the man out of the booth. The human walked, wiping his fingers in his shirt as Brittany cried out in protest, thrashing on her hook and trying desperately to find some way to release the pressure between her legs. The blonde human looked back at the needy vixen, pleading with him not to go, and he laughed, winking an eye at her as he left. Brittany continued to struggle in vain for a few minutes before she collapsed, exhausted. Trying to catch her breath she glanced up to see the collie in the booth across from her watching the vixen. Her muzzle was soaked with tears and she looked at Brittany with a look of disgust around her gag. The fox felt uncomfortable under the canine's judgemental stare and Brittany quickly looked away in guilt. Brittany knew that given the black and white furred collie's fate, and the fact that just yesterday she'd been risking her life fighting humans, seeing Brittany so eagerly submit to a human like she had might be seen as a betrayal. It wasn't as if Brittany had any choice though, was it? It wasn't like she wanted to be here right now. Who was that canine to judge her? Brittany tried to put it out of her mind and avoided eye contact with the collie for the rest of the night. She didn't have to try for long as soon another announcement sounded over the PA and the guards escorted the straggling guests out of the show room. At the same time handlers began to filter back into the hall, each team finding their respective furs. Soon after Brittany was met by the twins entering into the booth with her again. They let the pole down to release her wrists from the hook as they excitedly told her how well she'd done. They assured her that several interested buyers had approached them to inquire about the lovely vixen. Brittany had to admit she was amused by their enthusiasm. At the same time her nerves flared up again wondering who exactly had inquired and what they wanted her for. Brittany was quickly freed from from the pole and bar though her gag was left on and her hands remained bound as she had come to expect by now. Each taking an arm, the twins led Brittany to the double doors on the left side from where they arrived from, as did every other fur and their handler. As they walked the twins explained the hall needed to be cleared and seating set up before the auction. Brittany and the others would be fed and allowed to use the facilities one last time before they went up on the stage. Brittany stumbled at these words, her knees shaking as she crossed the threshold back into a cold, dim, featureless hall. She was brought down another set of winding halls but she was aware they were making there way around the building until they were definitely behind the stage. She and the others were told to sit down in the hallway patrolled by the guards from before and stay until told otherwise. Once they were all settled in the handlers left again, leaving the furs alone with only each other and the guards for company. Brittany sat in silence, looking around at the other furs around her. Many didn't seem to have fared as well as she had. Most were shaken but several were still sobbing loudly, pleading and begging around their gags. Brittany sympathized but knew what the twins told her was true. If she wanted to avoid being sold to a brothel or the army she needed to stay strong. Within the hour the handlers returned, each carrying food. Under direction of the the guards half of the teams escorted their charges away while the others released the harsh gags from their mouths. Brittany found herself in the later group and she was glad to spit the offending ring out. To her very pleasant surprise, Brittany was handed a doggie bag of food from a banquet that the guests had just finished up. Brittany couldn't stop her tail from wagging as she picked out still warm fish, pork, bread and other such food. It felt like it had been ages since she had a warm meal and it did wonders against the cold in this dank hallway. Brittany ate her food without any concerns for anything around her and was taken by surprise when, just as she was finishing up, the twins pulled her food away and had her stand. They told her the guards wanted the last batch to ready up before the auction started so this would be her last chance for a restroom break. As they walked Brittany caught sight the red furred husky. Immediately she tried to pull away, begging for just one second to talk to him but the twins wouldn't hear of it. They reminded her that guards were watching now and she wouldn't be able to get more than three words in before they subdued her. Brittany tried to argue but it was too late. They rounded the corner and the male was out of sight again. Giving up for now, Brittany let herself be led to the restrooms, grateful for the chance to relieve herself. Once she was finished and cleaned up she had to wait with the twins while the others took care of their business. Brittany impatiently tapped her foot, wanting to go back right away. She hoped that she could find away to catch her paramour's attention on the way back. The twins noticed and smiled sadly to each other. They pulled the vixen close and warned her that it might be better for her to forget about the husky. She likely wouldn't see him again after today and she'd only break her own heart. Brittany didn't get a chance to counter before the guards shouted for the group to head back. As she walked she shivered, knowing that the twins were right again, there really was no point. Still, he had protected her twice and if nothing else, she wanted to know his name. As they walked she pleaded her case to the twins, telling them about the soldier had touched her and how the husky had defended her. She also confided about the guard outside the medical room and how the canine had stepped in front of her to take the blow. The twins discussed in their human language, debating before coming to an agreement. They told Brittany to be patient and they would do their best. Brittany felt much better hearing those words as she walked back. She looked over but unfortunately her plan would have to wait. He was busy eating his own food and wasn't looking her direction. The vixen sat back down in her spot as they all waited for the auction to start. It wasn't long before the waiting got to her like it had before the viewing. She started to squirm and whimper, worry filling her mind as tears filled her eyes. Thankfully this time she had the twins there to comfort her. She knew they were helping in this horrible endeavor but Brittany couldn't deny how much better they made her feel right now. Before too long the guards walked down the hall, having the furs stand and get ready. Brittany had to be pulled to her feet, the fox quietly begging for her life, promising anything if she could be spared. The twins hushed her as the guards pulled the first fur down the hall and up a set of stairs at the end. A few seconds later they could hear the booming voice of someone talking on the PA, officially beginning the auction. Brittany could hear the man talking quickly, describing the poor person in stage and taking bids. The process went on for a couple of minutes with cries of a thousand, five thousand, ten, and so on before he cried out, 'sold,' and the hallway went quiet again. The process repeated over and over again as the hallway slowly emptied. Some furs marched along quietly with the guards, their faces blank with grim acceptance. Others cried and begged to no avail as they were half dragged down the hall to their fate. Some still had fight left in them, biting, kicking, and struggling as best they could until they were restrained and had to be carried away. As the hallway started to get dangerously low, Brittany asked the twins again about the husky. He was sitting further down and occasionally gave the vixen nervous glances. From the way he kept speaking to his handlers, it seemed he wanted a meeting as well. The twins said nothing until another fur started fighting. As the guards all rushed over the twins suddenly grabbed the vixen's arms and carried her as fast as they could down the hall. Just as the guards brought the angry fur under control, the twins sat the vixen back down. A split second later another furry form landed next to her. Brittany's heart skipped a beat as she looked into the familiar furry face again. The pair embraced as best they could with their bound hands, both of their tails wagging furiously. As the pair nuzzled affectionately Brittany thanked him profusely, tears spilling from her eyes as she was finally able to speak those words. He just chuckled and told her he was happy to do it. He'd do it again if he had too. The pair remained like that, ignoring the giggling and remarks from their handlers, for sometime, just enjoying each other's company. Brittany reluctantly pulled away to look him in the eye and asked him his name. Alex. Brittany. They both finally had a name to put to their affection. Brittany was pleased to know it, even at this late hour. The thought made her take a quick glance around and she was dismayed to see almost all of the furs gone. She turned back to find Alex's eyes wandering downward over the beautiful vixen before him. He quickly looked away, embarrassed, and apologized. Brittany was touched that he thought she was lovely enough to sneak a peek and that he was still enough of a gentleman now to apologise for it. Before she could speak, however, she could see the guards behind the husky point at the male and start towards them. Brittany felt the panic raising but she knew it was time, that there was nothing she could do. She wanted at least to show her gratitude and make sure Alex remembered her. She quickly grabbed Alex's arms as she leaned in and kissed him deeply. He was surprised at first but quickly returned the affection, even playfully groping the willing vixen's soft orbs as their tongues played. Before they could enjoy the moment any longer, guards grabbed Alex's arms and dragged the canine away. Brittany called after him as the twins held her down. That was it. He was gone. She would never see him again. Brittany broke down into sobbing as she heard his bidding begin. The twins rubbed her back as she mourned, not bothering to tell the fox they told her so. She remained like that for sometime before she was able to pull herself away from her grief. Brittany listened as a few more furs were led up to the stage, the bidding, and the brief pause until the next unfortunate soul was chosen. She knew her time was coming and she didn't even have Alex to help her this time. She tried to calm herself, wiping her eyes and borrowing a rag from the twins to dry her muzzle. She repeated to herself that she was ready, that she could do this. At least until the guards finally came for her. The twins hugged her one final time as they wished her luck and advised her to stand straight, look beautiful, and smile if she could bring herself to do so. The guard took hold of her arm and brought her down the hall. The vixen didn't struggle and hurried to keep pace with the guard. At least until they reached the bottom step. Brittany felt her vulpine instincts again and she froze, her body refusing to go any further. The guard was impatient and dragged the poor girl along despite her pleas for just one more minute. At the top of the stairs waited another man in a flashy red and black suit. He took Brittany from the guard and marched her out onto the stage. Brittany had never been more terrified in her life. The noise of the crowed, muffled down below now sounded like a dull roar and she shuddered at the thought of how many people were out there. Just knowing that so many people were now looking at her would have given her stage fright already but being stark naked made it a thousand times worse. Brittany tried to look out to see just what kind of people could see her shamefully exposed body but the front of the stage was lined with lights pointing directly at her. The stage lights made it impossible to anything specific, just a writhing mass of shadows beyond. She wondered briefly if it was built intentionally that way. The auctioneer dragged her along, hissing at her that if she wouldn't start cooperating then they'd have the guards hold her up for the bidding. The auctioneer kept a firm hold on her arm as he spoke into a microphone, his voice booming all around them on the PA system. He spoke in the same trade language as Brittany as he started of by listing some basic facts about the fox. Her age, species, weight, hight, and he happily declared her a healthy and fit fox! He spun the vixen slowly as he spoke so everyone could see her young body. Brittany was too frightened to resist, her instincts working in over time. They screamed at her to run but couldn't decide a direction. Forward led into the crowd but back led to the hallway and guards. After a few rotations the auctioneer started in earnest. He started taking a few bids to test the waters and see how high he could work her price. Brittany was surprised at the prices being called out, some of the highest she'd heard all night. The auctioneer also seemed surprised and very pleased with the numbers. He jerked the vixen closer to the front of the stage so the crowd could see her better. His voice rang in Brittany's pointed ears as he told the cheering humans that she was young and beautiful, perfect for a night time companion for the busy male with no time for courting, or she could be a welcome new addition to any bordello or call house. With practiced expertise, the dealer spun Brittany around and bent her over at the waist to show off her shapely rear and womanhood. Several males cheered louder and the bids sky rocketed as tears started to fall from Brittany's eyes. She quickly tried to tuck her tail between her legs but the auctioneer caught it fast as a frog tongue and held it up. Practically giddy, the auction agent pulled her back upright and turned her back to the crowd. Once the bidding started to slow he spoke up again. He told the buyers that lovely as she maybe, just using her as a whore or pleasure slave would be a waste! The girl could make a wonderful maid or house servant. She could clean, cook, and she was even educated, a college girl! There were happy murmurs in the crowd as he went on to assure the crowd the vulpine was a clever canine in need of only learning a decent human language to complete the necessary education for a good pet. Brittany sniffled as the prices rose once more, glad that the only people trying to buy her weren't just the ones who wanted to fuck her. It was a tiny comfort, but a comfort none the less. For the finale, the announcer promised he had something for the more savvy buyer. For those more interested in the big picture and long term investments, he assured the crowd the vixen was fertile and ready for copulation or insemination immediately. Brittany cried out as she stared dumbfounded at the man but it went ignored by him and unheard by the crowd. Her heart pounded against her chest as she imagined herself chained down in some dark room, an unknown male pounding load after load of warm cum into her fertile womb until she swelled with child only to have the whole process repeated as soon as she gave birth. The auctioneer ignored her panic, lifting and showing off her large breasts. He assured they would be able to provide copious amounts of milk for any kits she produced with plenty left over should her owner want to sample themselves after the kits were sold. Tears rolled through the vixen's muzzle as the thought of raising her child, loving and caring for it, until they were old enough for her master to sell. She knew she couldn't bare the heartbreak. The male was too busy pointing out her wide, childbaring hips and informing everyone that at age twenty, Brittany was perfect to start conceiving to notice how upset she was. The human pulled the now openly sobbing vixen back to the center of the stage, hissing at her stop crying. Brittany wanted to ignore him but tried to keep herself quiet. It was apparently good enough for the auctioneer who turned back to the crowd and called for final bids. Brittany squeezed her eyes shut as the crowd started to call out offers, bidding on her like an animal. She caught the bidding going over a hundred thousand. She was nothing but a piece of meat to these people. Two hundred thousand. She just wanted to wake up, for all of this to just be a bad dream. Three hundred. She didn't want this to be her life! She had dreams and plans for her future! Four hundred. She wanted to see her family again! Her friends, her school, her home! Sold! The auctioneer's announcement brought the crowd to another roar. Four hundred and fifty three thousand. That's how much she was worth. By far the most expensive fur sold at the auction house. Brittany might have been flattered had she not just been sold as a slave for the rest of her life. The auctioneer dragged her to the opposite side of the stage she had entered from and handed the vixen to a waiting guard. The guard dragged Brittany down another set of stairs and started to lead her down an empty hallway until the fox suddenly fell to her knees. Brittany threw her head back and keened her misery, the sound echoing off the walls. The human was caught off guard and didn't seem sure what to do with the wailing fox. Brittany didn't care. She didn't care if the guard beat her to within an inch of her life. She couldn't hold back her grief anymore. She knew it was true but until now she'd been trying to deny it in her mind. Now she couldn't escape the simple fact that from here on would dominate her life. Her life before that auctioneer said 'sold' was, for all intents and purposes, over forever.