Rhiannon's breath curled before her as she jaggedly inhaled. The room was cold, cold enough to make her bruised but otherwise milky white skin blossom with goose pimples. She choked back a sob, as the gravity of her situation became all the more apparent when she heard voices outside the barren concrete cell she was held in.
"So you can confirm that the bitch is in heat?"
The first voice, asked gruffly
"Without a doubt, I tested her this evening. "
The second, familiar voice replied.
Rhiannon winced as she remembered the events prior to this moment. She had been walking home from the train station, at her usual time but she had forgotten to factor in day light savings and it was much darker than she had anticipated. She wasn't really that worried though as her journey included walking through a restaurant strip that was well-lit and filled with patrons. She hadn't been worried that was, until she felt as though she was not walking through un-noticed. At first she put it down to the fact that she was feeling a little horny and that the idea was a nice one to entertain...but she could have sworn that men's heads were being turned by her all along the street as she walked. Rhiannon was pretty cute, a brunette with mid-length hair and slightly on the chubby side everything jiggled deliciously a little as she walked. Her chest was her greatest asset a size 14 DD, two puppies sitting snuggly in her lacey bra and slightly straining the fabric of her t-shirt. It wasn't until a man sitting on a table outside a coffee shop looked her in the eye and licked his lips that she started to feel uncomfortable. She hurried on a little faster; cursing how sometimes men could be such creeps. She came to the end of the restaurant strip and stood at the pedestrian crossing. A large park stood between her and the safety of her house. She glanced back nervously, her breasts quivering to the beat of her heart. But she could see no one. She exhaled a little as the light turned green to walk...maybe she'd just been imagining things?
It became obvious that she hadn't been as soon as she stepped into the darkness of the unlit park. Several hands reached out to grab her from all directions. She went to scream but a strong hand shot across her face making alarming contact. Rhiannon's eyes widened on the impact of the slap but she let out no noise. She found herself being held on either side by two large men and facing an even larger one, the one who had licked his lips at her previously. They reeked of sweat, the kind that's full of testosterone and power. Despite her situation Rhiannon couldn't help but feel herself getting a little wet at the smell; the smell of dominance.
The larger of the men, the one who had slapped her reached for her chin and brought her face upwards. He had a strong jawline, shaven head and tanned skin accented with coarse dark hair on his arms and chest. He was extremely muscular and his muscles seemed to hum beneath the skin as he stared at her with a look of serious anticipation. She stared up, somehow bewitched by him, her face still smarting from his blow. She watched as he scanned her body, her heaving chest slick with sweat, her little belly quivering slightly and then down to her soaked crotch. His eyes locked on her pussy, only shielded by the thin fabric of her tights. He then took his other hand not holding her chin and pushed two fingers almost violently against her cunt. She gasped out of surprise but also a little out of pleasure. The henchmen on either side of her heard it and laughed slowly looking to the man in front of her for approval. He silenced them with a burning glare and then bought the two fingers to his nose. He inhaled slowly, and as he did a grin spread across his face. He could smell her arousal.
What happened next, happened fast. With a nod from the large man she was hoisted off her feet and slung over one of the henchmen's shoulders. She was then carried into the bushes where a ute was parked engine revving and lights highlighting the trees in front casting crazy fragments of shadows all around. She felt her hands and feet be roughly tied by the second henchmen before she was lugged heavily into the tray of the ute. The smell of stale blood rose to meet her nostrils from the wooden floor of the tray. She lay on her front unable to move due to her bindings, she tried to crane her neck to look around and see what was happening only to see the looming figure of the large man behind standing over her. He began slowly leaning down to her ear; she could feel his hot breath on her neck.
"Seems to me like you're gonna make the perfect horny little bitch."
He growled before slapping her violently on the ass.
"Let's get the fuck outta here!"
He yelled jumping off the back of the ute and into the drivers seat, swinging the door shut behind him. The sound of the henchmen whooping joined the sound of the motor roaring into gear as the vehicle pulled away out of the grass of the park and onto the road.
Rhiannon's journey had not been a pleasant one. Un secured to the tray as she was she would roll helplessly back and forth bumping into the sides and catching her skin and clothes on protruding nails. By the time she felt the ute come to a stop she was almost beaten senseless only able to take in a vague picture of her surroundings. They had taken her to the woods that much was clear by the density of the tree's and shrubbery but none of it was recognizable to her. She was carried in the arms of the large man into an underground bunker disguised from the outside with moss and undergrowth. She was then roughly placed into the cell like room in which she now found herself.
Rhiannon struggled against her bonds as she heard the voices conversing outside. They had stripped her completely naked before putting her in the cell, her nipples were hard due to the cold and the odd sense of constant arousal she had felt since she had first come into contact with her captors. She bit her lip, unable to stop feeling the pleasurable burn in the pussy from where the large man had shoved his fingers. She squirmed wanting desperately to touch herself and relieve some of the tension. These movements did not go unnoticed by the audience outside.
Looking into the cell where Rhiannon was held captive were two figures. The large man who kidnapped her stood arms crossed smirking at her obvious arousal. The second was a man of similar stature but less obviously muscular. He was leaner somehow but still emanated strength. His hair was dark and well groomed with two-day growth smattering his strong chin. His clothing was also well kept, a dress shirt and fitted black jeans. He turned away from Rhiannon and turned to his companion.
"Yes, Lyon I think i'll breed this one"
he growled softly a yellow flash glinting in his otherwise dark eyes as he smiled revealing larger than average canines.
Rhiannon was treated very differently from then on. Once the two figures had left she was joined in the cell shortly after by a slightly plump woman aged in her early thirties. She was tan skinned and dark haired. She walked over to Rhiannon who was squatting in the corner glaring at the intruder mistrustfully. The woman smiled down at her.
"I'm sorry my brothers have shown you such poor hospitality thus far. Please let me help you get cleaned up in preparation. My name is Valencia."
