Author's note: This is a Furry BDSM story. Let me know if you like and I will post more!
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Mike Brush's eyes furrowed as he stared at the eighteen year old human female soundly sleeping in his son's bed. Containing the growl rising from his throat the forty-two year old brown bear almost jumped when his wife placed a paw on his shoulder. He let out a soft sigh and turned to Ella, anger clearly showing on his face.
"This shit has got to stop," Mr. Brush whispered.
"I know Papa," Mrs. Brush, the thirty-nine year old lady bear, whispered back. "This time she got into my toys, using two of my favorite vibrators. Is it time to set the plan into motion?"
"Yea," Their nineteen year old son Davic said from the wall he was leaning on behind them. "She had her eighteenth birthday last week. Got toasted and trashed her father's brand new car."
"She's even getting on her parent's bad side," Mike smiled. "This will be easier than I thought. Have the preparations been made?"
"All the necessary people have been informed," Ella said with a nod. "The cops are on their way. There will be no way she will be able to avoid jail this time."
"All the time we've been planning this, I sure hope it's worth it," Mike said.
"Don't worry dad," Davic said with a smile. "According to the rumors she's the biggest slut on campus. She'll break very quickly."
"Just because she's a slut, doesn't mean she'll submit," Mrs. Brush said.
"Head to the living room and wait for the cops both of you," Papa Bear said. "Greet the cops. I'll wake the little princess and give her the ultimatum."
Mike waited until they left and silently closed the door. He growled walking over to the bed and quickly grabbed the young human by her hair, which quickly woke her. He roared, which made her in turn scream, before pulling her little hundred and twenty-five pound frame from the bed and tossing her to the floor on her stomach. The human tried to get up but Papa got on top of her pinning her down with a knee. His right hand gripped her right wrist, twisting and pulling the arm so that it was pinned behind her. Finally he grabbed a paw full of hair and pushed her face into the floor.
"Mr. Brush?!" The human screamed. "What are you doing?!"
"Shut up Goldie!!" Papa roared. "I only have a few moments before the cops arrive so listen very closely."
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Two weeks later:
Gwen, Goldie to her friends, sat in the visitation room waiting for whoever had come to see her. She shifted in the orange inmate shirt and pants, freeing a lock of her golden blond hair that had slide down the back. The young woman looked at her wrists, cuffed to chains that were attached to the table. It had been a few weeks since she had been arrested. Her parents had refused to bail her out, refused to get her a proper lawyer, even refused to come and see her. The free lawyers the state had provided her with kept saying there was only one choice. Make a plea deal.
But Goldie had resisted. Surely daddy wouldn't let her sit in this awful place. He could pull some strings and get her out couldn't he? But two weeks later, she had lost all hope. She didn't like the way some of the girls were starting to look at her and cringed at becoming one of these buff girl's bitch. Her thoughts drifted to what Mr. Brush had said to her while he had pinned down on his floor.
"This time little girl, when the cops take you away I wouldn't expect any help from mommy and daddy. No lawyers will help you. Nothing is going to help you. You are going to be in jail for a very long time. I'm going to give you a while to think about it before coming to see you."
Just like he was reading her mind, the door opened and in walked Mike. The lioness guard nodded at him before leaving. He was dressed in a blue three-piece suit. He was in his late forties, muscular, dark black fur that was starting to show streaks of gray. He carried a black duffle bag with a folder, the former he sat on the floor next to him, the latter he placed on the table. He sat down in a chair on the opposite side of the table.
"Umm, I think I should have a lawyer..." Gwen started but got cut off.
"Shut up girl," the single command came as a bark and silenced her and pulled a piece of paper from the folder before sliding it to her. "Here is a copy of the lawsuit that I have threatened to file against your father. I basically told him that if he did anything to interfere with the proceedings of this arrest, I would not only be able to obtain proof of the bribes that he gives people, but also turn over the evidence that he is embezzling from his company. You father is not the only one with connections."
"What do you..." Goldie started to ask but a finger held up by Papa silenced her again.
"I told you to keep that trap shut," Papa growled as he pulled out another piece paper sliding that one to her too. "Now I've given you a few weeks to think about how it will be in here before presenting you with this. This is an indentured contract, set for one year. Basically you will willingly become my little slave for all intents and purposes, we can go over the details of it when you start. You sign this, I drop the charges, the lawsuit and after your year you can go back to your happy go lucky life. However, if within that year you violate or terminate your contract it's back to jail you go, and lawsuit will be back on the table."
"You have got to be kidding me," Goldie said looking at the paper, shaking as she did.
"I am dead serious about this bitch," the name shocked her so much it forced her to look up and see his face as he took back both papers, placing them back in the folder. "Obviously I haven't given you enough time to think about it. So you can take so more time."
Before Goldie could stop him he was up with items in hand and walking out the door.
***
The next week was tough for Goldie. That first night four girls, three anthro pigs and an anthro wolfess, had gotten into her cell during lights out. They had grabbed her, torn her clothes off her, and made her do disgusting things to herself. They made her get the wolfess off, smacked her around, pinched and pulled on parts of her body and shoved different objects into her pussy. They ended the night with the wolfess peeing on her, saying she was marked and belonged to her now.
Two days later she had been grabbed again. This time she was standing in line for lunch. It was the same girls. They had quickly pulled her in a closet before guards could see and the four used her again. Once again it was only the wolfess she had to pleasure but the other's seemed to enjoy it. She had been left in the closet by herself afterwards and by the time she had made it out lunch had been over.
Three more times the girls had there way with her, by the last time she had stopped fighting it. When she sat in the visitation room one week from Mike's last visit she showed a deep purple and black bruise over her left eye. The wolfess didn't think she had put enough effort in rimming her asshole, so she had clocked the human.
"I see that you've had a rough week," Mike said as he walked into the room carrying the duffle bag along with the folder. "For what it's worth I really wish things didn't have to be this way but you really needed to be taught a lesson."
