Author's Note: A strange little tale. First piece I've ever posted anywhere. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

It had been too simple. She had watched the scholar have his home built in her woods almost half a year ago, fists clenched in envy. The scholar's property was immense, high walls of stone and sprawling gardens of loam and lush that made her quiver. She had tried to put it out of her head. Finally, she gave in. She could eat from such a garden without such things drawing notice surely? Why should she not? It was her forest she smouldered and her tail tensed like a briar at the thought of some stranger eating rich fowl by a crackling fireplace as she huddled under a fir and gnawed on pinecones mournfully. It had been too simple. A single green-eyed jump from the overhanging willow into the stranger's gardens under the veil of moonlight. She picked herself up and stood suddenly weary. The walls startled her as they flickered and danced with bright shapes all around her like a constellation of fiery snowflakes. She covered her eyes with her arms just before the shapes flared like exploding stars in her eyes. She felt fine gravel greet her as she fell like a bird stunned by a thunderstorm.

The scholar brought the sleeping intruder inside slung over his shoulder, the forest dweller was a girl, mostly at least. Her pale slender figure was interrupted by a flowing fox tail sprouting an inch above her buttocks that reached down to her ankles. The pointed ears of a fox twitched atop her head, poking ridiculously out of her ruddy tangled waist length hair and he found four fang-like canines as long as his thumb was wide between her subtle lips. The stupid creature had triggered the wards surrounding the garden perimeter and had been rendered unconscious by the resulting magical discharge. He had jolted up from his evening reading after hearing the volatile enchantments activate with the sound of a thousand shattering icicles. He found the bizarre intruder sprawled unceremoniously in a heap, fingers curled in the gravel and half across the outer lawn.

If the fox girl was standing she would barely scrape five foot, her breasts were full but not out of place on her compact frame. She looked barely twenty years of age by the standards of more mundane folk and the scholar found himself transfixed by her demure fairy tale sweetness as he laid her limp form on the bed he had put together for uninvited guests. She was clean, soft and smelt of the forest like pine trees and berries. He propped her head upon the triple-stacked pillows and fitted her waifish wrists to the shackles mounted to the headboard. He took a stubby knife he used to open letters and cut away her loose trousers, leaving her in her lace up top and a pair of baggy cotton briefs. He parted her lips with a finger, pulled her tongue up and fastened a hardwood dowel bit gag between her teeth. After binding her ankles to separate bedposts with smooth cotton rope he went upstairs to fetch what he needed for what would be the first of many sessions with his new uninvited but not unwelcome guest.

By the time he returned his bestial captive was frenziedly struggling in an uncoordinated scramble against every restraint. He rolled in one of the waist-height wheeled tables he normally used to transport heavy books and equipment through the house on and set it by the bed. He watched her efforts for a few minutes and languidly drank in her wild look of abject terror before he could not take another moment waiting. Her frantic struggling reached its peak as he slipped off his night shirt and stood by the base of the bed, staring down at her with his manhood visibly standing full to attention under his loose silk shorts. She thrashed and bucked, protesting unintelligibly around her gag and rattling her shackles.

He broke out into a childish smug grin as he sat on the bed between her legs, he ran his fingers softly down her inner thigh as she writhed and took a black woven leather collar from the table in his hands. He rubbed her thigh and took pause to enjoy her desperate helplessness once again. He boiled inside with yearning as he took in her distress, her chest heaving with a pulsing heartrate and her struggling making him harder than he thought he ever could be. Straddling her lower half, he grasped her head with one hand behind her neck and he held the collar in his other hand, holding her to look at him and locked gazes with her. Her pupils massive with adrenaline and panicked exertion, she gazed up at him with a disorientated cocktail of terror, loathing, and confusion.

"Fox girl, listen and I will tell you how things will work from now on." He said slowly.

"Mmmmfffnmmnnnnrrr!!!" She exclaimed while looking all around with increasing desperation.

He smiled wickedly, released her head and began to undo the lacing of her top. "But first let's see what you have for me little fox, shall we?" He grinned as she thrashed like a beast possessed. He pulled the lace free and pulled the top off before hanging it on the rail of the table. The fox girl's breasts spilled out before him, crowned with neat pink nipples like spring flower buds. He took her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger as she squirmed and mewled with displeasure.

"This is MY house little fox. You are in my house. You are mine now little fox. You will come to understand that. You will learn to be obedient."

She writhed and tried to pull away what little inches she could. The scholar pinched her nipple until it stiffened in his fingers and pulled until she howled. He released the nipple and pulled the collar around her throat despite her efforts before locking it shut. "Save your energy little fox. You are going to need it." He laughed before pulling on her green cotton briefs. She fought him, thrashing against her bonds as he pulled them down to her ankles and ripped them away. He ran his hand up her thigh and discarded his shorts. He gripped her wrists and straddled her as she pleaded and cried through the dowel between her teeth. She arched and convulsed as he played with her breasts and wiggled two fingers into her neat hairless womanhood. He played with his struggling captive until she was wet against her best efforts and straddled her waist biting her breasts as she moaned miserably. Yanking on her shackles and screaming as her tormentor grabbed her hips and she felt him thrust inside her. The fox girl went wild as he fucked her, twisting and shrieking as he thrust into her.

He dragged her close to him and gripped her collar staring at her huge eyes filled with fear and hate in equal measure as lost himself in her tight warmth. His fingers hooked in her collar and her shuddering breath on his knuckles as the warmth of her pallid thighs built with the steam he was gathering. As he neared his orgasm he leaned into her face, pulled on her nipples and gave it all his strength. She screamed as he yanked her nipples and he thrust harder and harder until she thought she would break. He orgasmed sooner than he had wanted, wrapping himself around her as he shuddered and squirted into her. The fox girl had gone limp at some point and he pulled out of her and sat by the side of the bed catching his breath as she lay panting.

He stroked her drum flat belly and retrieved his bed shorts and shirt. She tried to strike him with her foot as he untied her ankles but he sat on her as he worked. The scholar pulled a pillowcase over her head and she struggled once again as he took her wrists out of the biting manacles and rebound them in front of her with strong rope. The pillowcase was pulled off and as he dragged her to her feet she collapsed before making a step. Laughing he tugged her to her feet by her collar.

He dragged her out of the room and down a long hall to a truly enormous lounge with two fingers hooked through the ring on her collar. The lounge lacked any windows and was basked in the glow of a fireplace that a horse could stand in and not have to stoop. Carefully dusted bookcases lined all four walls that reached to the ceiling overloaded with a honeycomb of grimoires and tomes. Five lavish high-backed armchairs stood on a sprawling pale fur rug in the centre of the room accompanied by two copper frame and glass topped coffee tables set with books and an assortment of ornate drinking glasses.

A polished steel cage sat among the chairs glinting in the light of the towering fireplace, was almost twice as tall as she was and wider than the king-sized bed she had been bound to. Inside lay furs piled up to cover the entire floor of the cage and a mound of crimson velvet pillows. She stopped and stared at it all in bewilderment before being roughly shoved to her knees and bundled into the cage with an indignant hiss and a flurry of curses. She scrambled to right herself as he locked her in, then kicking the door and screamed threats after him as she watched him leave.

"Goodnight little fox."

The forest dweller struck the cage door with both feet over and over, shrieking and yelling until she could taste blood and her knees ached. She shuffled herself along despite her bonds and flopped onto the pillows before curling up in a ball, her eyes welling up. She played with the tip of her tail gently and let herself cry heartily until her eyes hurt and she had to turn the sodden pillow around. She breathed slowly and closed her eyes blinking tearfully at the glow of the hearth. Gathering her pride, she propped herself up and tried to discern her surroundings. Marvelling at the wealth and time that it must have taken to put the room together. She wiped a tear sniffling and grinned stupidly in spite of it all at the fireplace bigger than anything she could ever imagine out in the cold of the woods.

Sitting up with her legs folded and ears pricked she watched the flames dance and listened to the wind howling outside. She felt her chest grow tight and howled back longingly, pausing to hear her own cries echo back to her and she giggled through her tears. To pass the time she swayed with the enormous timepiece she spied on a corner bookcase and jumped out of her skin when it clanged on the hour. Finally, after re-arranging the pillows to give her head and shoulders the most elevated position she could she let sleep take her.

After her dreamless and lengthy sleep the scholar woke her with a firm slap to her rear, she yelped and spun around glaring at him teeth bared. He withdrew his arm from the bars and brought a rough pinewood bowl and mug over to the coffee table nearest to the cage before sitting in a chair opposite her cage. Taking in her reality once more she glowered at him and sat among the pillows ears twitching and her tail curled around her.

"Good afternoon little fox. Are we hungry?" He yawned.

"No." She lied with teeth bared. "Go die in a fire."

He smirked but slid the bowl and mug through regardless.

He left briskly after picking up a book with notes crammed between its pages from the table. Making certain the scholar was gone she wolfed down the bread and water he had left her, hearing his footsteps she jolted upright. She spat fresh insults at him as he unlocked her cage and pulled her out onto the rug by her collar ring. They struggled briefly for a moment before he managed to pin her down shrieking under him. He rebound her hands in tighter leather cuffs behind to her back and linked them to the back of her collar. He pulled her upright on her knees and she spat at him hissing.

"I think we've had enough conversation for now little fox." He laughed wiping his shirt.

Her captor held the bit gag from the day before and took her hair in his hand but she clamped her mouth shut and glared at him defiantly. So, he held her nose, watched her turn crimson and crammed the bit between her teeth when she gasped for air before slipping a leather lead onto the ring on her collar. She tried to headbutt him but she was rewarded with a headlock and he wound the leash around his free hand. He dragged her by her lead stumbling after him through the house down to the cellar, shackles clinking, protesting through her bit and her tail lashing behind her. An extensive array of barrelled wines lay about the new expansive series of rooms she found herself in, a collection of candles lit the space warmly. She was led to a space with only a few barrels, a huge bookcase, a large ornate bed and just a few meters away from it all were a pair of wall mounted cuffs dangling from chains no longer than a handspan.

The cuffs were polished steel, mounted on the wall at standing height and less than a meter apart. He wasted no time pushing her back against the wall, uncuffing her wrists one at time from her collar and securing them either side slightly above her head to the new cuffs. The significant strength and speed difference between them was obvious as he playfully caught her wrist as she attempted to swing at him. He wrangled her other wrist into its cuff and fending off a failed kick. After checking the cuffs were fully locked and secure the scholar wheeled in two small tables like the one he had kept at the bedside yesterday. He positioned them either side of her and locked the wheels of both to prevent them moving. She stared at him balefully as he lifted each of her thrashing legs in turn and strapped them tightly to each table at the lower thigh and the ankle. She could only manage wriggling her toes in defiance as he ran his hands up both her legs testing the straps. Last, he took her frantically swinging tail in his hands and bound it with a coil of strong cord to the handle of the table on her left. She sat bound, her parted legs secured at forty-five degree angles either side, her arms secured above her and her undercarriage sat in the gap between the two tables exposed. He unclipped her lead, forcing her face to him by the ring on her collar and licked her face as she tried to pull away, mewling in disgust before releasing her and stroking her head as she smouldered with resentment.

Finally, he brought back in the table of 'tools' festooned with a dozen linen towels and a fresh assortment of accessories glittering in a porcelain tray. The fox girl's heart hammered in her chest as she tried to imagine what such things were for and her fear rushed to unseat her tattered pride. Her tormentor arranged the towels below her and leaned in close, kneading her ample breasts while she glared at him hatefully.

"Little fox who owns you?" He asked evenly as he pinched her nipples, pulling on them until she was clenching her fists and grimacing around the bit.

"Uck 'ou!" She growled back at him and strained against the cuffs.

"That's roughly the answer I was hoping for you little vixen slut." He giggled and released her nipples before taking two metal clips from the table the towels had come in on. She watched in horror as he pinched her right nipple again and held the clamp open a hair's breath away from it. She pulled away the inch and a half she could to no avail and mewled as she felt the clamp bite down on her nipple like icy teeth. He watched the heavy discomfort on her face as he clamped her other nipple and returned to table. She fought against her bonds, she had to get the biting things off and her melting pride wrestled with the urge to scream. She battled to find a calm place in her mind to escape. The lazy sunlit glade she was struggling to form in her mind's eye was snapped away as her captor brandished two lead pendants in front of her, each attached to a fine silver chain and no bigger than a small pebble.

"Who owns you little fox?" He asked once more, clipping the weights to the clamps smirking.

"Uck 'ou! 'ake i' off! 'ake i' off!" She cried and her eyes watered.

"What a slut you are little fox. We are going to play a lot of games together you and I."

The scholar remarked softly and took a dull silver sphere the size of a small apple from the table with a ring set in its surface. A black leather cord as long as a man's arm was attached to the ring and it was by this her captor dangled it in front of her. She stared at it fighting back tears and glaring at him with as much defiance as she could muster. He rolled the sphere in a pale blue fluid in a dish on the table that smelt of fresh sap and then put a hand on her thigh while holding it menacingly in the other. She tensed her thighs against the thick leather straps that held them and thrashed against the wall as he worked the ball into her ass. She pulled on her cuffs and curled her toes howling as the fist-sized ball was forced inside her. The ice-cold intruder filled her where she never thought anything could be pushed and the enormous thing bulged against her insides even as she strained to escape it. Violated beyond anything she could previously imagine and in renewed discomfort she threw her head back as this fresh humiliation overwhelmed her and howled and howled with her tears finally streaming down her cheeks. He laughed and wrapped the ball's cord around his knuckles before pinching her clit with his other hand.

The fox girl howled again and shuddered violently against the wall, shaking the weighted clamps tormenting her nipples. The pinched bud of her womanhood began to swell between his fingers and he tugged on the cord as she screamed around the bit in her mouth. He smiled viciously and pulled firmly on the cord dragging the steel ball out another half inch while pinching her swollen bud ever harder.

"Again, little fox, WHO owns you?"

She strained against every binding and her slender hands formed shaking fists in their cuffs as she shrieked: "Oooouuu dduuuu!!!"

"I can't hear you little fox, you must speak up when asked such important questions." He taunted and pulled again.

"OOOOOUUUU DDDOOOOOO!!!!! OOOUUU DOOO!!!! OOOOOUUUU DDOOOO!!!" She cried out behind her gag, shaking her head in desperate protest as the unwelcome insertion tugged inside her.

He wrenched the ball out of her rear as she convulsed against her restraints shrieking like an animal trapped in a snare as the cold metal sphere shuddered out of her before landing on the towels with a thud. She gasped painfully and hung her head panting, the anal ball shining back at her in the damp patch of aroused fluids that had been steadily forming on the towel beneath her dripping spread legs. The fox girl's soaking womanhood had filled the bedroom with her scent mixed with sweat in a heady musk that excited him further. He unclipped the teardrop weights from each of her aching nipples eliciting sharp moans and a shudder. She trembled and tried to catch her breath in short shuddering snorts as drool dripped from her gag onto her heaving breasts.

"You've made quite the mess, haven't you? You did that on purpose, didn't you? You naughty little fox." He chided toyingly, circling a finger in the wet lips between her spread legs.

His prisoner turned bright red and moaned: "No! Reag I 'idnt!".

"I'm sorry my little fox we cannot have you being so messy. There are rules in my house and I will have to punish a naughty little fox who makes a mess." He grinned like a demon and slipped his fingers deeper into her squirming womanhood.

"Reag no!" She protested as he began unlacing the top of his baggy breeches looking at her hungrily. Deaf to her protests he slipped off his breeches and put both hands on her bound thighs. He rubbed them as she trembled and the fox girl shook her head, staring back at him with her face a mess of sweat, tears, drool and mucus.

"Reag no muh reag!" The fox girl begged as he pulled her head back by her hair and rubbed his rigid manhood between her spread legs.

"Fuck...your struggling makes me bloody hard little fox."

He gripped her thighs and positioned himself to enter his bound prisoner.

"Reeeeaaaagggg!!!" She screamed, whimpering and trying to shake the bit out of her jaws like a dog. She was half-choking on her gag as she implored him wide-eyed and squirming.

"I own you little fox remember?" He taunted as the tip of manhood pushed into her. "And right now, I want to fuck you and I want hear what a little fox sounds like when you make her scream."

He thrust into her all at once, she was so saturated he filled her completely as she gritted her teeth around the wooden bit. Her captor held inside her for a second as she whimpered to play with her nipples and then began pounding her against the wall ignoring her cries. She moaned and frantically pulled on every restraint, writhing like a hooked fish as he pumped into her, his hands gripping her thighs so hard his knuckles were white. She felt the wetness and arousal his cruel torments had been building inside her consume any rational thought she might try to form as the climax neared between her strapped legs. He doubled his pace and thrust harder while squeezing her breasts, her cries turned to muffled howls and he unfastened her bit gag.

"Scream while I cum in you little fox!" He roared as his captive thrashed against her cuffs. As the bit left her mouth she arched with his hammering thrusts and screamed. Her breasts in his vice like grip and her pussy filled with her captor's rampant pounding, she screamed in terror and unwanted pleasure as she burst into a deep shuddering orgasm. He climaxed with her and pulled her by her waist

against him as he came inside her. Breathless he pulled out and patted her right thigh, smirking at her as she took huge gulping breaths and hung limp from her cuffs. He took advantage of her exhaustion and secured her arms with little resistance behind her back with leather chain-linked cuffs. As she regained her breath he re-attached her lead to her collar and slipped his breeches back on. The scholar returned the anal ball to the tray and gathered up the towels before taking the lot out of the room while she sat bound on the tables, arms behind her back. She watched his seed drip down her left buttock lazily and hung her head fighting a whimper, waiting for him to return.

As she peered around the cellars she began to wonder which was worse: her captor leaving her for a while or coming straight back. She could barely feel her legs and she wanted desperately to lie down but whatever torment he had planned for her next could easily not involve assisting with either problem. As she wrestled with the buckles and links of her cuffed wrists she heard the rhythmic slap of her torturer's feet approaching. She managed a groan as he unbuckled the straps holding her legs, the lack of feeling from her thighs down to her ankles tingling unbearably. The leash jerked once again as he led her off the tables. She collapsed immediately into a heap with a small yelp as her numbed legs gave way under her. Face squashed against the grey stone of the floor she shuddered away urgent tears and bit her trembling lip. Unable to even feel her toes she didn't budge waiting for another tug at her lead. Instead her captor deftly picked her up into his arms and carried her upstairs, down a hall leading out from the living room to a new room.

Slumped in his arms as he brought her into the new space, tail curling as she blinked at her new surroundings. A large marble-walled brass bath stood in the centre of the room, as big as a king-sized bed and filled to the overflow with steaming water. The cavernous tub was set in the surface of a marble counter as tall as her shoulder and beneath the water she could pick out etchings of fanning leaves upon the brass surface. He brought her up to the water and promptly dumped her in like a sack of vegetables into a boiling pot. Suddenly alert the fox girl scrambled as she fell into the bath, she went under and with her hands bound she flailed to stand on the smooth metal. A strong hand hauled her up by her collar and she gasped for breath as the scholar dragged her above the surface. With a firm yank he pulled her onto one of the bath's stepped sides and she sat with the water up to her ribs, catching her breath and shaking water from her dripping fringe.

"You look a drowned rat!" He giggled and hitched the lead to the bath's towel rail.

"Better that than whatever you are." She glowered.

"Clearly not little fox. It looks pretty shit being you right now."

"When does this end?" She whispered.

The fox girl stared at him with her ears down, hair hanging wet over her brow and her pale kneeling nakedness lit up amongst the dark brass under the steaming water. They sat in silence for a second but for the ready dripping of her sodden tresses, before he took a seat on counter of the bath and swirled the water at the edge with two fingers. The two shorter front locks of her mane that framed her fringe plastered her breasts like seaweed as she sat among the rising steam.

"It ends when I decide it ends. You are mine, do we have to go over this again?"

She sat in silence for a moment, tail brushing the etched brass and stirring up bubbles as she chewed her lip before looking back at him.

"I am sorry." She whimpered.

"What?" He frowned at her puzzled.

"I should not have trespassed in your gardens and I am sorry for that."

He laughed and ruffled her ears at her sombre apology as she stared at blankly.

"Oh that, honestly I am glad for the distraction. It's got really dull here these last few weeks." He smirked withdrawing his hand.

"Then why all this!" She growled at him, ears upright and glaring.

"I just told you, because I'm bored."

"You are sick and this is sick!" She hissed in her haughty tone.

"And...?" He giggled at her mounting distress.

"I-I...I can amuse you without all this!"

"I'm sure you can little fox and when I want you to I will make sure you do. But that's enough for now."

He grabbed her collar and fished the bit gag out of his pocket. There was a brief wrestle as his firm hands gripped her shaking head and wrangled the wooden bit back into place between her protesting lips.

"Reag!" She cried as he retrieved a wooden bucket from the floor and filled it from the bath. He took her by the collar again and as she shut her eyes tight he poured the bucket over her. Shaking her head violently, spluttering around the bit and blinking she moaned dolefully as he set the bucket down and sighed.

"I'm washing you, you ridiculous creature. Do you want to be dirty all night? Is that what you do out there in the woods?" He asked with a hand on the edge of the bath.

She shook her head glowering and squeezed her left eye shut as he began to lather her sodden hair and ears with a nutty smelling soap. He rubbed the soap bar between his hands as she glared at him with her hair full of froth and her tail curled tightly about her waist. He grinned at her before working more soap into her two front locks and messing it into her fringe as she scowled.

"Back at the academy, I've washed dogs who took their baths better than you do!" He laughed as she sulked and squirmed.

"I 'ut a dog!" She hissed.

He ruffled her matted soapy hair as she grimaced and chuckled: "Whatever you say, you dumb furball. We will train you up to be a good little fox."

Before pulling her around to face away from him and pulling her back to best work soap into her longest locks that reached to her slight waist. Still glaring up at him as he held her with her back against the side of the bath as he slid his lathered hands under her bound arms and began to massage her breasts. She thrashed and wriggled in her pinned state as he fondled her nipples playfully. He giggled at her snarl of frustration before pushing her back from him and snatching her tail like a hunter would seize a fish with his hands in a stream. After some brief splashing she properly righted herself and he soaped her tail directly with the soap bar smiling at her smouldering look of indignation. Her captor released her tail afterwards and watched her whip it away under the water with a splash and a crown of bubbles. He filled the bucket again as his captive sat stewing and poured it over her loathful scowl. She shook like a dog as he upturned another bucketful on her and spat water from her mouth. Watching him deposit towels by the base of the bath, she sat and twitched her ears in the rising steam, enjoying the warmth in spite the humiliation she found herself in.

He let her soak in the bath as he peeled an apple from a fruit bowl in the hall. As he crunched on it she gnawed on the bit, tensed against the cuffs with her idle wrists and flogged her tail back and forth with her pointed ears standing angrily. Louring at him, she sat stewing until he finished and threw the remains of his apple out the window into the flower beds below and lounged back to her. Putting both hands on the side of the counter and locked her stare with his own and wry smile. His firm fingers curled around her collar and lifted her up and sat her on the marble counter of the bath. The chill of the evening creeping through the open window sending her into shivering as she sat dripping and kicking her feet in the bath. Cloaking her in a huge thin white towel, he put an arm under her trembling thighs and carried her across the bathroom despite her sudden renewed struggling.

Setting the writhing fox girl down on the bench next to the towel cupboard and reattaching the lead to a bench leg before stripping off his now soaked shirt. The scholar threw another towel over her head as she kicked at him. He found amusement in the flailing efforts of his captive and after a short struggle bound her ankles together with a cord from a night robe. Standing behind the more restrained creature he began to dry her off. She snarled as he roughly kneaded her hair with the towel covering her head. He worked the water out of her hair and rubbed her pallid slender back with the smooth cotton towel he had wrapped around her. Satisfied he stripped her of her towel and bundled up those on the floor before hauling the mass into the wicker wash basket next to her. With barely a pause he unhitched her lead, freed her ankles and once more dragged her back out into the hallway. After changing himself, dressed her in a spare white shirt of his, done up with a single tin button just below her breasts and a pair of his navy boxer shorts. He walked her back to the cellars with her cuffed wrists sticking out behind her from the shirt he had draped around her like a cloak. As she recognised the stairs she yanked away from him and howled mournfully as he dragged her down the steps in a headlock.

She found herself in the dimly lit cellars once more and soon stood staring at the huge crimson velvet bed that had sat by her during her torment earlier. The wall mounted cuffs still hung nearby and she trembled in the chill of the cavernous series of open rooms. The bed was enormous, big enough for four, stacked with a heap of huge patterned pillows and framed by a blackwood headboard with bars sculpted to resemble interlocking branches in a forest canopy. The top of her head barely reaching his shoulder as she glared at the man holding her leash. He ignored her hostile countenance and reached behind her head, releasing the buckle of the bit gag before retrieving it from between her teeth. She worked some feeling back into her jaw as he chucked the gag onto one of iron-ringed barrels that sat by the bed and turned back to her. With a playful shove, he sent her sprawling back on the bed, struggling to sit up as he fastened the leash to the headboard. She sat on the edge of the bed, her drying locks hanging with her stooped head before she felt his cool palm on her forehead, lifting her head to look up at him.

"Bite me and you will lose those fangs of yours little fox." He told her firmly, standing over her as she nodded weakly.

He roughly pushed her back to lie against the nest of pillows at the bed's head and she flopped back without protest. Then to her confusion, he walked away from the bed, across the cellars and she heard him ascending the stairs leaving her to try and grasp the complex knot that bound it to the headboard. Her fingers could find no purchase on the knot to loosen it, nor could she grip the leash effectively, so she returned to her place among the pillows and waiting for his inevitable reappearance. After a brief while he returned with a small smile and wrangled her into two softer pairs of leather cuffs for both her wrists and ankles with longer chains to allow a more comfortable range of movement. He whistled and patted the space on the bed next to him as she sulked defiantly. She ignored him and stared out into cellars until he hauled her back by her collar and mashed her face into the pillows playfully. Snarling at him and swinging her tail at him, he wrestled with her and dragged her into bed.

"Goodnight little fox."

He told her as she wriggled away from him and smouldered on the other side of the bed as far as the lead would allow. She remained silent and slumped her head on the pillow. She felt a firm slap on her rear and squeezed her eyes tightly shut and searched for sleep.

She woke to the clink of metal and blearily opened her eyes to find him atop her and that she was lying on her back. With a start, she thrashed under him and discovered her cuffs had been secured to a bar of the headboard. He was shirtless and looked down at her smiling joyfully.

"Morning, little fox. I thought I'd let you lie in for a bit while I did my morning studies."

What's going on!?" She yelled as he hooked a finger around the solitary fastened button of her borrowed shirt.

"I thought we'd start the day with a bit of fun." He said cheerfully as he undid the shirt and took her breasts in his hands. The forest dweller went wild and threw a fit, protesting frantically as he worked her nipples until they stiffened to his attentions. Lastly, he tugged off her briefs, climbed off her and checked her ankle cuffs were secure before leaving her to her distress. Panicking and suddenly naked she watched him walk out of view across the cellars and turned back to her trapped wrists. Laying on her side, face half submerged in the huge pillows, she took a firm grip on the chain links of her leather cuffs and pulled until her wrists burned. She whimpered as she heard her tormentor return and gave a final tug as he entered the bedroom. Joining her on the bed, he saddled up to her on his side, seizing her hungrily like a cat with a mouse and squeezed her breasts roughly from behind.

"PLEASE!" She cried desperately. "Anything else! Just tell me!"

He smirked and patted her rear laughing. "I want to fuck you little fox, I want to hear you howl and watch you squirm while I do it. But, I will let you know if anything else comes to mind afterwards."

"PLEASE! DON'T DO THIS AGAIN! PLEASE LET ME DO SOMETHING ELSE FOR YOU!" She pleaded as he unlaced his silks and dragged her close.

The fox girl gave long moan of despair as his invading fingers pushed her buttock aside to stroke between legs, shaking her cuffs and squirming in protest. Her captor held her around her waist with one arm and pushed two rough fingers into her as she writhed in his embrace.

"Say 'Master, I want you to fuck my wet little fox pussy'." He whispered inches behind her, while his fingers danced inside her.

"NO! PLEASE NO MORE! I'M SORRY!" She pleaded and tensed her tail against him in an attempt to push away.

His fingers slid out of her and pulled her back against him by a handful of her ruddy mane. She felt his stiff manhood pressed between the curves of her rear as he told her more firmly: "You either say it or I'll take you in the ass little fox. Which is it to be?"

The fox girl groaned pitifully and gave her cuffs a final futile shake before burying her face in the pillow and shrieking: "I WANT YOU TO FUCK MY WET LITTLE FOX PUSSY MASTER!"

"All you had to do was ask my little fox." He purred, gripping the base of tail and pulling her up against him.

After letting her struggle and beg for a few more satisfying moments, he took her by collar and mounted his shrieking captive. Taking his time and giving pause to enjoy her distress, he felt the morning breeze on his face as he screwed his uninvited guest. Howling at the top of her lungs and heat rising within her with the rutting of her unwanted mate, the fox girl could barely breathe with her collar drawn tight around her throat. In the tangle of crimson sheets, they fought, her pallid form wriggling in her bonds, her cascade of foxy hair nestled among the pillows and her tormentor thumping against her hindquarters as she wailed. On their sides and in a perverse spooning embrace, he panted heavily as he neared the conclusion to their one-sided battle and pulled her tightly into his chest. The fox girl's head rolled with fear and pleasure alike as he dove into her, her legs jelly from his sturdy grip around her waist and his eager pounding. Gripping her breasts and biting her shoulder, he finished in his captive with a breathless sigh. He caught his breath and rubbed her milky back affectionately as she lay spent from their battle.

"It's good for you that you're a tight little fox." He chuckled, lacing up his breeches.

She remained motionless, letting the cool of the cellars take the heat from her exhausted body. Slowly she picked her head off the pillows and turned as much as her cuffs would allow to stare back at him. With her huge amber eyes wobbling at him and her lip trembling, she glowered at him as he sat at the edge of the bed slipping on his boots. He reached back and smacked her rear with a giggle at her sullen disposition. Snarling at her captor, she tried to strike him with her bound feet before returning her attention to the chains that secured her to the headboard. She wrestled with the locked leather bands that trapped her wrists and howled her frustration. He got up from the bed and yawned as he headed for upstairs.

"I would save it you little vixen. You have a busy day ahead of you." He threw back at her as he took his leave.

"What?!" She whimpered, turning to look back at him in horror.

"That was to warm you up on this cold morning little fox. We'll get to training you in an hour, you lucky little thing. Just let me freshen up a bit and sort out the training room for you."

She shrieked and howled, violently thrashing and doubling her efforts as the scholar's footsteps continued up the stairs.