Your Lord

You're making your way up a grassy hillside when you hear the sound of pressurized air. Near-immediately you feel rope binding itself around your legs, tripping you and sending you to the ground. Hoof steps come from behind you, and then the sound of someone dismounting a horse. Your Lord has caught you himself.

You pull your knees underneath yourself, raising your ass into the air with your tails wagging happily as you listen to your Lord's footsteps approaching your prone form. Hands run over your rear, caressing you, and one runs up your tail sending a shiver of delight down your spine. A thumb traces near your pussy, making you yip in delight, and then you feel your Lord's cock push inside you. You howl in pleasure.

Your Lord fucks you hard and rough, just how you like it. You are nothing more than an animal, a bitch in heat to be used for pleasure, and that is exactly how you want to be treated. Your breasts dig into the ground as his thrusts push you back and forth, and you do your best to focus on staying tight and pleasing him as frissons of pleasure race through your body. You say nothing except animalistic yips, barks, and moans, just as you have never said anything since your Lord first properly broke you in.

You cum, clawing at the ground with your hands, and for a bare moment the sensations coupled with the exhaustion from your run cause you to loosen - and then a hand smacks into your ass, and the mixture of pain and pleasure causes you to tighten up again. Your Lord continues to spank you as he fucks you, turning your ass red and sore. And then he thrusts deep inside you and holds, before he starts to cum. And the feeling of his semen inside you drives you over the edge again.

For a while you both remain in place, panting in the aftermath. Then your Lord pulls himself free of your cunt, removing the bindings around your legs as he stands. You push yourself into a kneeling position, legs spread as always, and wait obediently as your Lord fetches a leash and attaches it to your collar. Then you stand as he remounts his horse, and he sets it trotting back to the manor with you walking alongside him. Once you return you will be placed back into your cage, which will be returned to its room until your Lord decides to go hunting again.

This is the life you chose, the life of a Fuck-Fox. And you couldn't be happier.