I woke up with a start, my head feeling heavier than it should. I lifted my hand to my temple only to feel a tight tug around my wrist.
'I've been bound, but why? What is going on?'
I try to open my eyes only to feel my lashes brush against a thick fabric. Heart leaping into my throat, I tried to pull and wriggle from my restraints. I felt sluggish, tingly, and as I tried to pull my legs up I discovered not only were my ankles bound, but I was in fact naked, stripped of all my clothing. I began to tremble fearful of where I was and why I was being held captive.
In this world women like me still had to earn our place. The pros and cons of being part feline, or a mixed blood. I was just an ordinary woman, late 20's, a little on the heavy side, but still, I worked a normal 9-5 job for a living.
My body shivered from the cool air and I tried to sit comfortably, and in the least provocative way possible while bound. With a shaky breath, I tried to calm my nerves and give a listen to my surroundings. My velvet ears twitched and turned toward any semblance of noise. All I could hear was the hum of the air conditioner.
'Why am I here?'
I thought turning my head back and forth. Everything felt so stiff and heavy. All I could think was that this was all just a bad dream or a cruel prank by some coworkers, but this was too far even for them.
Suddenly I heard a muffled voice, or was it several? The more I focused on the voices the harder my head hurt. I didn't have to wait long until the sound of the door unlocking with a beep echoed through the room, followed by low toned voices. It was more than one voice that I could hear now, in fact it was four. The smells of booze, cologne, and the very strong smell of arousal caused me to gag. I swallowed hard and tried to keep my cool when their footsteps stopped a mere few feet from me.
"Welcome gentlemen to tonight's gathering." A low voice with a hint of sarcasm boomed. My ears twitched from his voice to another when they spoke with a baritone voice oozing lust and sarcasm.
"Such a curious little pet you've found Finn, look at her ears twitch about." I felt the warm heat of his calloused hand pet my ear and that's when I growled trying to shake him away when he didn't move I lifted my head to bite him. "Mmm a little spitfire aren't we?" He chided gripping my face in his hand, when I tried pulling away from him, his fingers clenched my jaw tighter, lifting my face to 'look' at him. "Such a feisty little one," he growled licking along my cheek.
I felt another pair of hands rub at my thighs before gripping them to spread me open. I refused with a growl and clamped my legs closed the best I could with how much give the restraints had.
"Oh a strong one isn't she? She has some nice meat on her bones as well!" The voice sounded foreign, Scottish or Irish descent? I couldn't tell, but he stunk strongly of booze. The first gentleman spoke up again quieting the others.
"Gentleman this one comes from a strong bloodline, more beast than human. She may be wild now, but I'm sure we can tame her, she is very capable of bearing you healthy heirs. My heart pounded away in my chest my blood rushing to my face.
'They plan to breed me?! N-no, I have to get out of here!'
My thoughts were cut off by the feeling of a strong body coming up behind me,his hands cupping and squeezing my breasts. I wriggled and tugged at my restraints trying to move away from him, but it only served to arouse him more. I felt a thick heat through his slacks pressing into the middle of my back. His scent was overwhelmingly familiar,
'Where do I know this man from?!'
The man squeezing and holding my face tightly, tilted my head back and ran his tongue down the curve of my neck.
"This one tastes pure, I'm already addicted."
I felt his nose against mine and I spat at him, earning a slap across my face. It burned but only fueled my anger and fear.
"Oh-ohh, I think you pissed her off Cole,"
it was the man fondling my breasts that laughed.
"I want to break her, I gave you the tip Finn, so her virginity should damn well be mine to take."
"You did give me the tip-off Eric, and by all means you can break our little spitfire first."
The voice known to me now as Finn spoke up with a chuckle. My body froze as I heard the name Eric. I knew who he was, he owned the company I worked for, I have only come in contact with him a couple of times, during meetings and holiday parties. I struggled and pulled away from them.
"No one is going to claim me! I am not a trophy, get your hands off of me!"
The man that was trying to pry my thighs open, let go. For a moment I felt relief, but my ears twitched as I heard fabric and leather hit the floor. He was undressing in front of me!
"This pussycat needs to be gagged, and I have just the thing to do it."
His smell was overwhelming and I felt my belly warm slightly.
'No we do not want this, we want to run,'
I tried to quell this need my body was feeling, it was wrong. Next I felt something warm and hot against my lips as a hand rested in my hair, gripping it slightly. I pinched my lips closed biting my lower lip, once again refusing their advances.
"Zander she refused your advances, what will you do now?"
The man cupping my face laughed. Zander growled and pushed his top against my mouth.
"Open her mouth Cole, I will not be denied."
He gripped my hair tighter causing me to yelp in pain, cole put pressure on my cheeks, forcing me to keep my mouth open. In an instant that head that pressed so roughly against my lips was now thrust up against my tonsils, I nearly gagged at the force of him inside my mouth. When I cried out around him, it only seemed to pleasure him more.
"Always the first one to make your move eh Zander?"
Finn quipped I. The process of undressing himself. I felt his hands grip my ankles and pull my legs wide fitting his body between them. His fingers started to rub at my folds and I trembled in response.
"How can you deny us when I can smell how needy you are pet?"
