That evening, while peering anxiously into the dark kitchen of John's apartment, Charlie happened to overhear John having a conversation over the phone. "I wanted to thank you for the recommendation," he spoke into the reciever. "Charlie's been a sweet boy. A little ill-mannered, but that can easily be fixed." Charlie could hear a deep voice from the other end, but he was too far away to discern any of it. Yet, he was too afraid to get any closer. "Is that so? I suppose you pick up a few things when you've been in the industry as long as you have." John chuckled and paced the kitchen as he spoke. "You're an interesting guy, Ryan." Charlie squinted and turned his ears towards the kitchen, trying to glean some information from the voice that came over the phone. Who the hell was Ryan? ----------------------- "John, I'm glad you like your new toy, but I'm a little busy at the moment. Can I call you back later?" From the inside of a pitch-black sedan, a strange individual spoke to John over the phone, his voice deep, dark, and deliberate. He held the phone up to one of his fuzzy, pointed ears as he drove. "Alright, then," he chuckled. "You have a good evening, now. Goodbye." The wolf known as Ryan peered out over the darkening city road as he hung up his phone. Unlike John, Ryan was a beast of ambitions. A working wolf. There was much to be done late at night, especially when he had so many eager patrons waiting. He glanced over his shoulder at the back seat, and he saw the streetlights cascade over the adorable face of the eleven year-old kitty girl tied up in his car. The tag on her collar said 'Harley', and she was certainly pretty for a girl her age. So pretty, in fact, that she went for quite a high price - Ryan was very nearly outbid by a senator who happened to be skulking around incognito on the night of her auction. It was easy enough to tell why, simply by taking one look at her: the kitty had a beautiful pair of budding breasts and a soft set of legs that were simply begging to be spread open. Perhaps Ryan would have had a go at her himself before taking her to work, but the wolf liked to keep things professional, even if she did have a blindfold wrapped tight around her cute little head. "Wh...where are you taking me?" She mewled. "I-I'm sick of being dragged around..." Ryan chuckled and shook his head. "You'd better get used to it. I hate to keep you up past your bedtime, but you're going to meet some patrons today." "Wh-what does that mean?" "Don't worry about it, kiddo. Just try to get some rest...while you still can." -------------------------- Ryan parked his sedan behind a dilapidated building, on the outskirts of the downtown area. He unbuckled the girl from the backseat and pulled her out of the vehicle. She'd been hogtied with her wrists behind her back; coupled with her small size, it made her easier to transport. She didn't offer much resistance as the wolf scooped her up into his arms; after all, there was little she could do when she was tied up like she was. She couldn't even see what was going on. All she could do was rely on her little nose and her sensitive, pointed ears, to hopefully smell or hear the details of what was going on around her. At first, all she could smell was the alleyway, which stank of trash. She could hear cars far off in the distance. But as she was carried further, the stench of the alleyway subsided, and the sound of distant automobiles faded away. All she could hear now were the footsteps of her captor as he carried her. She could only guess that she was being carried into a building, and a cold one at that. She might have shivered, were she not covered in calico-colored fur. "Where are we?" Her small voice echoed through the air, and Ryan glanced over his shoulder to address her. "Not your business, my dear," he said. The words were cold and smooth, like ice, and Harley wondered how Ryan could be as calm and collected as he was under these circumstances. She felt her stomach twist in anticipation, wondering what exactly Ryan intended to do with her. She jumped a little when she heard Ryan bang on a metal door. "Who is it?" called a voice from the other side. "Pizza delivery," answered Ryan. "You ordered pepperoni?" "Ryan? Is that you?" "Yes, it's me, knucklehead. Open the damn door." There was a long creak, and a sudden draft. Ryan entered the room and was greeted by about a dozen men. The vast majority of them were canines - wolves, dogs, and the like - and they had their eyes trained on the kitty that Ryan had brought into the room. "Set her down on the mattress," said one of the wolves. Ryan set Harley down gently, with her face down in the mattress and her rear end up in the air. A number of the predators stepped forward and sniffed the bound kitty, intrigued by her scent. The feline mewled defiantly as she felt several wet noses press against her fur. "Settle down, gentlemen," barked Ryan. "I'm going to have to ask you boys to form a line. She's new to this, and I don't want her breaking just yet." "B-breaking?" squeaked Harley. The men growled with laughter. "Relax, kid. No one's gonna hurt you." Ryan chuckled and scratched the kitty behind the ears before turning to address the canines in the room. "Alright, let's get started." A canine snorted and stepped forward. "How much?" "Seventy for five minutes. You aren't allowed to hit her, knot her, or put it in her ass." "P-put what in my...what?" the kitten stammered. "P-please, what are you going to do to me?" The dog at the front of the line chuckled and pushed a fat stack of cash into Ryan's open paw. Then, he approached Harley, a hungry grin forming at the edges of his maw. "Well, aren't you a cutie," he growled in Harley's ear. His hot breath made the girl's skin crawl. Of course, that was nothing compared to the shock that travelled up her spine when she felt a cold, slick fluid drip onto her exposed pussy. "C-c-cold! W-w-what is tha - OH!" "It's called lube, sweetheart," explained Ryan. "By the time we're done here, you'll be glad for it." Warm, thick paws massaged the fluid into Harley's exposed labia, and then a single digit pushed it inside. The kitten let out a squeal as she felt a thick finger intruding her body. Her daddy had told her never to let strangers touch her there. Now, she could do nothing but squirm and cry as a stranger smeared cold, wet lubricant across the inside of her pussy, coating her walls with the strange liquid. "P...Please...Don't...don't do that..." The blindfold soaked up all of her tears, and her face was beginning to sting. Her eyes continued to water as she felt the hot, tapered tip of the stranger's cock press against the lips of her underage pussy. Without warning, it slipped inside of her, and the girl began to sob as she was robbed of her virginity. The man grunted and pressed the kitty down against the bed. Even with lubrication, Harley's young cunny resisted the canine's size. He was having a hard time getting an extra inch into her little body. "Y-you're hurting me," pleaded Harley. Panic set in as another inch of the stranger's cock finally sank into her body, but she couldn't move away. She was completely immobile. "Why are you doing this?!" Her cries were muffled by the mattress, though they still managed to attract the attention of the other predators. A couple of them growled, licking their chops hungrily, while a few others simply laughed at her futile resistance. The slick lubricant seemed to be the only thing keeping Harley's pussy from tearing as she was brutally fucked. She could feel the dog's balls slapping against her tender thighs as he plunged in and out of her tight body, taking no pity on her inexperience. "Mmmmmnnn!" whimpered Harley. She could feel the stranger's hips slamming into her rear end again and again, and her little body surged back and forth with each thrust. She didn't understand what was happening, but the sensation was overwhelming. Whatever was inside of her was so thick and warm that it felt like her insides were on fire. "I-I...! Please, n-no!!" Horny growls filled the air, echoing loud across the room. However, the sound of Harley being fucked - of colliding, sticky flesh - was even louder. It was impossible to ignore. The puppy felt the stranger's paws grip her waist, and her little body jumped as she felt him buck his hips off of hers. She felt like she might split in two. With a final, powerful thrust, the stranger's full weight fell upon Harley's back, and the canine grunted, consumed with ecstasy as he climaxed. The girl burst into tears again as she felt a strange sensation fill her pussy - a thick, sticky warmth flooding her tiny belly. Her impotent claws came out as she clenched every muscle in her body. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt. And then, it was over. The stranger growled with satisfaction as he pulled out, and Harley felt the strange, sticky liquid drip out of her pussy and onto the mattress. She panted, her mouth hanging open as she struggled to catch her breath. "I-is it over?" she whimpered. "No." Ryan chuckled, and Harley's ears twitched as she heard the unmistakable sound of a zippo lighter, and the smoky aroma of a lit cigar filled the girl's nose. "Next." "Nnnnnn..." One of the predators stepped forward, and Harley closed her mouth and shuddered as she heard him approach. His paw brushed against her backside, and Harley whimpered slightly in response. "Oh, fuck," he muttered, drawing closer until his dick was poised against her cunt. Her pussy was still dripping with the last patron's cum, but it seemed that this guy didn't care; he rubbed the tip of his cock against her opening, smearing it with warm seed before he pushed inside of her. Harley gasped as she was penetrated again. She didn't know exactly how many there were, but she did know that there were a lot of them, and if every predator in the room planned on doing this to her, then she wasn't sure she'd survive the night. "Ooh, fuck," the predator grunted, and Harley felt something rub against her clit. She tried to speak, and the words caught in her throat as she was roughly pushed down onto the mattress. The predator moved behind her, and Harley could hear his heavy panting, smell his hot breath. She couldn't see him, and that was possibly the worst part of it all. She could never tell what was going to happen, or when. It was terrifying. "That's it," someone moaned, pressing the tip of his cock against Harley's entrance. Her pussy flexed as the tip of his shaft rubbed against her sensitive, slick lips, and she heard the male grunt with approval as he entered her. He was big and hard, and Harley could feel his thick, rigid shaft sliding inside of her body. The feeling was no less intense the second time, but this time, it didn't...seem to hurt as much. It was still overwhelming, sure, but Harley wept a little less as her cunny finally started to adjust. At the very least, there was enough cum and lube dripping from her pussy that the stranger's cock slipped inside of her without too much difficulty. The first one had only lasted a couple of minutes, but this one, while somewhat smaller, seemed to last a lot longer. The fucking went on for an even greater amount of time, pushing her body forward with each violent thrust. She'd given up resisting at this point; all she had the energy to do was cry and hope it would end soon. "Yeah, that's it," someone whispered close to her ear. "You like that, don't you sweetheart?" "Nnnn..." Harley whimpered in response, biting back a sob, trying to keep quiet. No, she didn't like it. She was scared, and each time the tip of the stranger's cock pounded her cervix, the kitty felt a twinge of pain deep in her groin. It wasn't as bad as before, but she was still incredibly uncomfortable. "That's right, take it," he rumbled. "Stupid pussy. I know you're enjoying this. Harley shook her head. At this rate, Harley was worried that he was just going to keep fucking her for hours. Hours upon hours of being violated, forced to take the stranger's massive cock until she was sore. Hell, she was already sore, and this was only her second patron. But, eventually, she heard something - a beeping noise, coming from a watch. She heard Ryan - the one that brought her here in the first place - stand up and approach the mattress where she lay. "Time's up, boy." But the predator that was fucking her did not cease. Then, she heard an abrupt slap, and suddenly the stranger yelped and pulled out of her. "What did I tell you? Go on, get lost." Ryan sighed and took another puff of his cigar. "Next." There were a few seconds of shuffling, and then, the sound of a zipper, right next to her face. Harley whimpered as she caught the distinctive scent of a musky canine groin. The whole room reeked of it, sure, but this was mere inches from her face. "Harley, open your mouth. Our friend here is gonna put something inside, and you need to keep your mouth open, or I'm going to fucking slap you." She heard Ryan's voice, deep and commanding, not far from the mattress. "Do you understand?" "Y-yes, sir..." Harley whimpered, but in the interest of sparing herself Ryan's wrath, she hesitantly opened up her maw, which was lined with cute, pearly white teeth. Her tongue flicked briefly across her lips, licking her salty tears. The musky smell drew closer, and something warm pressed against the girl's little barbed tongue. She squeaked in surprise, but her sounds were soon drowned out by a cock shoved deep into her open mouth. She had never even been kissed before, but she could tell by the smell and the shape alone that this must be a cock that was now sliding past her teeth. "Good girl," the man grunted. "Now, suck it..." He began to fuck her mouth, thrusting his hips violently, shoving himself down her throat. The kitten gagged almost immediately on the sudden intrusion. "Slow down, moron," scolded Ryan. "She's a kid. Her mouth is only so big." Much to Harley's relief, the stranger slowed his onslaught, and the tip of his member slipped back out of her throat to settle on her barbed tongue. After giving her a moment to cough and catch her breath, the predator resumed, this time with a little more tact. Her nose brushed against his crotch, and each shaky breath filled her lungs with hot musk. The man started to slowly push himself deeper, and Harley tried her best not to choke. She made an attempt to get used to the sensation, but there was little she could do but wiggle her tongue around against the stranger's dick. His pace increased, bit by bit, as she started to take more of him into her mouth. Sticky precum dribbled onto her tongue, and the taste was difficult to endure. She managed to spit some of it out, but the rest she swallowed, as she was suddenly forced to take the entire length down her gullet. "That's good," the predator grunted. Harley found herself choking on more and more of the man's cock. She tried pushing him away, but she was too weak to do anything more than squirm, and the man continued to force his dick down her little throat. She cried and gasped with every thrust, but the beast did not relent. Harley's jaw began to hurt, aching with the effort of remaining open for so long. It was a struggle just to breathe. Then, abruptly, the watch beeped, and the man stopped. He removed his cock from between her lips, and Harley coughed wildly. "Time's up," barked Ryan. He chuckled and blew a thick cloud of smoke directly into Harley's face. "Next!" It took Harley a good thirty seconds of hacking and wheezing to regain control over her breathing. Between the soreness of her throat and the smoke filling her lungs, the kitty very nearly passed out. But, much to her dismay, she remained conscious. Ryan was now staring at her with a sadistic gleam in his eyes. "Do you need a break?" Harley's knees felt like they were about to give out under her. Her pussy was on fire, throbbing painfully after being raped twice. A break sounded heavenly to her, all things considered. "Yes please..." she wheezed. "Aww. That's too bad, kiddo." Ryan took one last puff of his cigar and then flicked it onto the cold conrete floor. "Next!" ---------------------------- Harley could barely feel her legs anymore. She'd been bound in the same position for so long that her entire body ached. Of course, none of that was quite as bad as what she felt inside of her underage pussy. One by one, the canines took turns raping her. Some dogs, but mostly wolves. It mattered little; before long, it all felt the same: an unbearable, throbbing warmth permeating her entire groin. She didn't remember exactly when it started to feel good, but it did, and now her insides quivered with each thrust. In spite of the suffering she endured, Harley held her tail high, giving her rapists full access to her slick, ruined cunt. Each time she thought it was over, another predator came and picked up where the last one had left off. Rarely did they even bother to clean up the cum dripping from Harley's pussy before sticking their cock inside of her. Eager paws slid all over her naked body, gripping at her little ass and spreading her wide open. She counted each patron - each time she was raped, she kept a tally. However, she stopped counting at four. It was difficult to keep track of anything when she was being fucked so hard. By the seventh time, her voice had jumped a couple octaves. She was yowling now, moaning like she was in heat. She didn't understand why, and she was too broken to care. The overwhelming heat inside of her - the stimulation of one adult cock after another, ruining her little underaged body - was building quickly. Her desperate mewling only motivated her wolf rapist to fuck her harder, and when he finally blew his load inside of her, she hit her climax. For the first time in her life, Harley's hips buckled, and every muscle in her body contracted violently. Her vision blurred, and she lost all control of herself. She shook helplessly as the wolf pulled out of her, and when patron number eight plunged his cock inside of her little body, she started moaning again. She couldn't keep count of how many times she came all over a thick, red wolf cock. By the end of it, her senses were so overloaded that they had all but stopped working. The kitten stared off into open space, and her chest heaved, struggling to draw breath. Her cunny gaped, utterly ruined and dripping with cum. Tears soaked her blindfold. She was too broken to even cry anymore, or to process the reality of what those dozen or so predators had done to her. What Ryan had done to her. --------------------------- "Alright, gentlemen," sighed Ryan, as he finished counting over two grand in bills. Some of the men had paid a second time, in order to have a second go at her. But now, Harley was exhausted, and Ryan wasn't willing to let her get any more brutalized than she already was. "That about wraps things up. I hope you enjoyed yourselves." "It was good, Ryan," chuckled one of the wolves. "Same time next week, yeah Ryan?" called another. "Yeah, sure. Whatever." Ryan rolled his eyes as he put the cash into a secure, padlocked briefcase. "Have a good night." When all the predators had left, Ryan walked over to the mattress where Harley lay and crouched next to her. "Are you going to run if I cut you loose?" he growled. Harley could feel his hot breath on her cheek, and his hands on her wrists. "N-no," she whispered, her breath shaky and strained. "You know what I'll do to you if you do, right?" "Wh-what'll you do?" she choked out, barely able to speak. His presence frightened her. His voice made her wary. Most of all, though, it made her a little wet. "I'll catch you," answered Ryan. He gave her a gentle scratch behind the ears. "And then I'll cut you up into a million adorable little pieces. Starting with that cute, fuzzy tail. Do you want that?" Harley whined softly. Her legs quivered, and she shook her head rapidly. "I'm going to cut you loose, then. You're to sit here like a good little girl. Understand?" Harley nodded again. She didn't dare say anything against him. She just sat there, whimpering in her blindfold. "Good girl," he cooed. She felt the blade of a knife touch her naked body. The edge grazed precariously against her thighs, and her breath hitched. But, much to her relief, he merely used the blade to cut the ropes that bound her ankles and wrists. Once she was free, she reached up and pulled the tear-soaked blindfold off of her face, finally taking a moment to look around at her surroundings. It was a giant, abandoned warehouse. There wasn't much in the massive room except for the mattress, and some things on the shelves that lined the walls. She saw what appeared to be a bedsheet and a few towels in one corner of the room. There was also Ryan, standing near her, and she was shocked by the sight of him. He was a dark, gray wolf, and as he stood over her, tall and imposing, she couldn't help but feel like she recognized him from somewhere. His eyes were wide and wild, the color of storm clouds, and they were staring down at her, unblinking. She gulped nervously. "How many times do you think you came, sweetheart? Four, five times? I'm sure I'm lowballing it." Ryan crouched down to Harley's level and pet her behind the ears again. "W-what...?" "It doesn't matter. You're a lot tougher than you look, huh?" Harley sniffled and averted her gaze. She didn't want to answer him. "Look at me." Ryan grabbed her chin, forcing her to look deep into his dark gray eyes. "I'll be frank. I'm going to reward you for your suffering. If you work with me here, I'll make it worth your while. You won't even wanna go back to your parents again." The kitten's eyes quivered, fearful of his words, and what they might entail. "What...what do you mean?" "You'll see, Harley." The wolf laughed, an ember of malice flickering in his gaze. "In due time."