"I... I don't want to." "Oh, it wasn't a question. I was just letting you know what's gonna happen." Mie backed up a step, bound hands doing their best to cover her. "You know, as a courtesy," Cedric winked at her, looping her lead over his hand a few more times. Mie stayed silent as the length of rope between them shortened, lifting up off the ground until it grew taut and began to pull on her neck. "Come on," he commanded surprisingly gently, but still with a firm tug of her lead, causing her to take a staggered step forward before regaining her composure and keeping pace with him. ---- They arrived at his mansion later that night, and he stepped out of the carriage first, gesturing for her to step out and walk in front. Once she had done so, he would shut the door behind her and give the lead a little flick, walking after Mie like one would with an untrained mutt. At the door, he handed her his keys, and again silently gestured for her to do the honors. She had been expecting a swanky place based on the outside, but his rather eclectic house came as a surprise to her - statues and taxidermy, shelves lined with books, jars, hats, picture frames, and knickknacks of all varieties. Rugs lined the main hall, along with tapestries, flags, trees in gigantic pots, and even a rather decadent couch. Clearly her expression gave away her thoughts, for as Cedric walked past her, he spoke with a gentle tug of the lead to keep her moving. "I like to collect things." His smile aimed directly at her didn't make her feel any better. He walked her up the stairs and flagged a maid as they crossed paths to drop her work and come with him instead, taking them both into the master bathroom. There, he unhooked Mie's collar, snapped the bind keeping her hands together, and pat her on the head. "Take all the time you need, I'll tell the chefs dinner waits for you tonight. Any preferences? Allergies?" More scared to make a request than anything, she shook her head no, which caused Cedric to run his hand from her hair down under her chin. The oddly warm smile he gave her then was unsettling, but she kept from drawing back, simply keeping eye contact. He gave a short chuckle, then walked out with her old equipment, shutting the door behind him. She took him up on his words quite literally, however, and spent almost three hours in the bathroom, lounging and chatting with the maid. Both because she was sure the opportunity to relax in her near future was slim-to-none, and to gossip about what life was like there. Once she decided it had been long enough and she felt she was just pissing off her new owner by this point, Mie stepped out of the tub and wrapped herself in one of the many luxurious towels he had hanging for maids, servants and slaves alike to use. The maid assigned to her helped her dry off, then lead her into the next room and tossed only a long, incredibly soft nightgown over her. Afterward, they went down and the maid traded her off to Cedric before making her own way to the kitchen to get dinner cooking. He rested his hands on her shoulders and slid them down onto her biceps, rubbing at her with his thumbs as he smiled down at her again. "Did you enjoy your bath?" He said with no hint of malice or agitation. Could it be he truly meant for her to take her time..? "Yes. I did," she hesitated. "... thanks." With a gentle squeeze of her arms, he beamed down at her, then turned, gesturing with one hand as he wrapped the other further around her arm to pull her along. "Shall I show you around while we wait for dinner? Or would you prefer to sit and wait?" "... I wouldn't mind seeing the place, I guess." "A tour it shall be!" ---- Once dinner was done, Cedric took Mie and retired back to the master bedroom. He wasted no time in stripping his shirt, then gestured for Mie to get on the bed. His pants followed quickly after, and within seconds of Mie sitting down, Cedric put a palm to her sternum and gently pushed her back, climbing over her and giving her a kiss as he grabbed at her breast. She knew it had been coming, but she hoped he would at least have given her a night to adjust. She was the one to break the kiss, but only turned her head away, frozen under his touch. Fear of what he would do kept her from running. He had been nice, and surprisingly lax about the rules so far, but that's precisely why she didn't trust him - the quiet, polite ones were always hiding something. She was sure he had guards around the place, or at minimum that none of the butlers were her friends. Either way, she knew bolting would only end in her demise. She only took solstice in the maid's company earlier because she had been a purchased slave as well. Cedric grabbed at her face and, with resistance, turned her to face forward again. No words were spoken, and still he smiled. He kissed her again, and while she was far from enthusiastic, she didn't turn away this time. "First," he said as he broke the kiss, cupping both her thighs in his comparatively big hands, "let's get you comfortable." He rolled her onto her back and slid his hands up over her body, drawing her nightgown up and off of her, flicking it towards the nightstand unceremoniously as he pressed her down into the bed with a heavy hand. "Now," he braced himself over her on his free arm, the other slowly sliding down from her chest to feel her curves, "time to put some kits in you, hm?" She tried her best to behave, knowing what was at stake, but the moment arriving way faster than she anticipated turned her stomach sour. He had told her what he was going to do, but she hadn't been allowed any time to come to terms with the idea - and not to mention he was... a touch larger than her, she couldn't help but struggle with her new lot in life. "I- I told you I *don't want to!* Anything! Anything else! Please!" she pleaded, hoping for literally any other job than what was being asked of her. And still he smiled. "No arguing with me, Mie." "Y-you're huge! You're *going* to *hurt me!*" "I promise I'll treat you well, darling. Roll over." She fought him as he grabbed her arm and flipped her onto her stomach, twisting it behind her back to keep her from squirming too much. "Please!" He ignored her cries, and simply pushed her face down into the pillows to muffle her, then let go of her arm to lift her hips and try aligning himself as best he could. He sighed as she continued to struggle, then let go of her head and laid himself down over top of her, reaching around in front of her to rub at her clit as he slowly put his weight down on her. "Cedric! ***Please!***" At her utterance of his name, he seethed quietly to himself, then snapped his jaws around her nape, sinking his teeth in as he tugged on her. If she wasn't going to behave, he'd simply have to *make her*. Mie screamed, and despite herself, arched her back hard and twisted, giving Cedric the opening he needed to grab her tail out from under him and pull it. His free hand pulled at her thigh, wrenching her legs apart as best he could as he prodded blindly for her opening. Eventually finding it, he drove himself into her with a little more force than necessary to make sure it stuck. A second thrust got another cry from Mie, which made him finally let go of her tail and brace both hands against the bed. He adjusted his grip on her neck, getting more of her skin between his teeth and again pulling back, causing her to arch her back just as hard. She gasped for breath as her body betrayed her, her hips rotating to make the most room they can for him as he started pumping her. Her hands were tight fists, gripping the pillows for dear life as he took advantage of not only her but her scruffing reflex. He had intentionally bought her because she was having her heat cycle, and while she wasn't keen on having kits herself, her libido had other ideas. He thrashed his head a little here and there, biting to get a better grip as it slipped, to keep her body working for him. Even if she struggled against it, he just needed her obedient enough for it to take. Finally managing to ease her enough that his full length (barely) fit, he shoved her legs further apart with his own knees, wrapped his arms around her, and dropped his grip on her nape to let her muscles relax for him. He licked at the back of her neck to comfort her while he waited for her to loosen up, then started slowly thrusting again. Her panting turned to pained groaning as he picked up speed, and eventually he couldn't handle it, adjusted his knees against her's once again, then took to pounding her as hard as he could. She yelped under him, scratching at his bed, his pillows, trying in vain to reach back and grab at his arm and pry him off, until finally he bit down on her whole neck as hard as he could, pulled back as far as her skin allowed, and thrust himself as deep as he could go. She cried as his comparatively enormous cock throbbed deep in her, inevitably filling her womb with the exact thing she never wanted. Tears streaked down her face as she was immobile, forced into an accommodating arch for him by her own biology. She sobbed as he gnawed on her neck as his climax petered out, until he carefully dropped himself down on her, supported her with his arms best he could, and rolled onto his own back. He wrapped one arm under her chest to keep her pulled close to him, then started thrusting again as his other hand snaked down to play with her clit. He wasn't satisfied until he felt her tense up on his cock, wailing in a note so high as to be inaudible. Eventually she came down from her own climax, gasping between sobs as he took to licking her neck again. "Now, Mie," he whispered into her ear as he played with her breasts, "I promised to take care of you, and I will. You'll see." ---- Mie screamed as her contractions continued on at full strength, as they had all damn day. In the few months she had been here, she never once got time to come to terms with her situation, always following someone else's schedule, and now it was her due date and she was still just as furious and scared. Cedric's other girl, Alani, had her kits in the meantime, and having already had a few litters of her own, it was a breeze. Uncomfortable, but not too much so that it could've even been called enjoyable for her. Mie however had not only kept to her own species previously, but had also never been pregnant before. Her litter was already proving to be way more difficult than Alani's, due to both it being her first time and having much larger kits than she should've been having. Mie wailed between sobs, claws tearing into the carpet as she writhed, trying to get comfortable unsuccessfully. She had other servants in the room in place of Cedric for now, as he was busy on a work trip. She both wished he had been there for her first so she could kill him, and was glad he was gone. They had been keeping their distance, since she seemed highly volatile and wanted no one to touch her yet, but with each contraction as strong as the last, they were starting to grow concerned about her getting tired before she could even deliver. Hours passed, and even when she gave up and didn't push, her womb contracted with just as much force, apparently wanting this over with worse than she did. Eventually, a contraction tore through her that had her twisting her hips as one of her legs lifted almost on its own. She bore down with it for almost a solid ten seconds, before it let up. She only got a single breath back in her before it came right back, her leg still having been in the air and everything. She grit her teeth and pressed her face into the floor, claws pulling up shards of the wood flooring under the carpet she had been destroying as her nethers slowly, finally, started to bulge. Her leg dropped the second the contraction ended, and she panted for breath for a mere three seconds before she clenched her teeth and had to ride out a third contraction. Her firstborn was arriving quickly, and her body stretching to accommodate it resulted in her screaming through locked jaws. Another momentary breather let her get a few pants in, and yet again she was back to pushing. With a gush of fluids, the head of her firstborn slid into position and pressed her open immediately to her limit. She screamed, thrashed, punched the floor, then panted. She closed her legs to force her firstborn back even slightly, to give her nethers a moments rest, but again a contraction hit and she went right back into wailing and shredding the floor. Her lips couldn't even pretend to stretch anymore than they already had - Cedric was a mustelid a few magnitudes larger than she, and it was already a miracle their offspring even fit through the opening in her pelvis. She had no clue what to do, but adamantly refused to be touched by the waitstaff even as another half hour of contractions ran her voice hoarse. She eventually managed to get herself standing before a contraction from hell, and with her hands tearing through the wallpaper, she squat as best she could on shaky legs, thrusting her hips forward to open them as she pushed. Finally, something gave, and the head slowly slid out as she pushed. Her womb must've been excited at the progress, as the breaks between contractions became but a fraction of a second after the head was delivered, causing Mie to push for several seconds at a time, pausing only to grab a fraction of a breath. With each screaming contraction, Mie finally made progress, but with a kit this big, she felt every agonizing second of it - until finally it unceremoniously dropped a foot to the floor below her, squeaking on impact. The waitstaff took this opportunity to move in and help her care for it, since they wouldn't be directly touching her, and she was grateful for the help there as the next kit definitely wasn't waiting. Immediately spread back to her limit within seconds of the first kit being born, Mie couldn't help but punch at the wall again before trying to bend her knees to squat, but with her legs so tense she ended up pushing her claws back through the carpet as she slowly leaned forward into the wall, tail arched almost to her back. Thankfully, the second kit came out relatively smooth, only requiring a pause or two for breaths before being born. The third got stuck for a few minutes at the shoulders, and she ended up pushing so hard she slid herself down onto her stomach on accident, too sore to get back up, but able to roll onto her back and pull her own knees up to her chest. She hugged her legs as tight as she could, shaking from the effort it took to keep them spread, until finally the third kit dislodged itself and was born. Her gut was thankfully *much* smaller, but still obviously had more for her. She took the momentary break from all the pressure the kits caused to rest her hands on her stomach, feeling around to see if she could count what was left with no success. A contraction unsurprisingly tore through her eventually, though no visible progress happened. When it came to an end, she gasped for air, wrapping an arm around one of her legs again to hoist it back up. Her panting turning into groans, she pulled on her leg as hard as she could as she bore down, her nethers slowly bulging once again. She took one big gulp of air when given the chance, when went right back to bearing down with the next contraction, abruptly stopping with a yelp when a sharp jolt of pain surprised her. She figured she was just sore by this point, and therefore kept pushing, but the new ring of fire that startled her remained. Swearing to herself, she took to laying completely on her back again and pulled her other leg up as well, arching her back as best she could as her womb seized. The pain escalated until she couldn't take it anymore and quit pushing mid-contraction, resulting in her dropping her legs and raking her claws through the floorboard again. Panting once she could breathe again, she shakily sat herself up on one arm and reached down to feel herself, touching the fuzzy little head of the bastard causing her all this new trouble. A contraction caused her to seize momentarily as she sat awkwardly through it groaning, but once it was over she ran her hand in a circle trying to find out what was going on, only to realize... her lips were bulging out *quite* a ways, the head of her fourth not coming out of her so much it was pushing her along with it. Able to accurately visualize *how much more of the head was still in her* as it was so nicely silhouetted by her cunt, Mie's stomach turned, almost causing her to throw up. This was a sick fucking joke. She couldn't do this. She didn't want to do this. She never *wanted* to do this. Cedric was absolutely *fucked* for doing this. To her, especially - a mustelid several sizes smaller than his species... she shakily, gingerly placed her hands on either side of her opening and tugged, immediately regretting as just then a contraction caused her to push. With tense legs, she struggled but finally backed herself up to the wall, slamming her weight back into it the moment she felt it behind her, and waited out her next contraction. Once it was done, she rolled her hips forward and placed a hand over her kit's head, gently-yet-painfully shoving him back up inside her a few inches so she could get her thumbs under her lips, futilely attempting to coax herself into opening wider for her marten-sized kit. After several contractions, she gave up on making progress and instead threw herself back into pushing up on her hands and knees. Her legs spread wide and she arched her back, squatting low with each contraction, and shaking throughout her whole body. She couldn't bear to scream or yell anymore, but each push was accompanied by low, deep growls she couldn't control the volume of. Twenty-ish minutes passed like this, each minute more agonizing than the last, when finally Mie was seized by a contraction so strong she *threw* her pelvis forward and bolted upright, wildly swinging an arm to brace against the wall behind her to prevent falling, and once again screamed as she pushed. With an audible splash of fluids, her kit's head was instantly delivered all at once, and she stopped to gasp for breath, both arms braced against the wall behind her and trembling in every limb. "No, no no *no no n-**nnnNNNGH***." was all she managed to get out before her stomach tightened and she threw her head back, cracking it against the wall but not realizing - or possibly just not caring - as she wailed, a hand reflexively reaching for the kit and trying to scruff and pull it out. Her contraction ended with her practically choking, trying to gulp down air, but failing to do so before she abruptly slapped her hand back against the wall and thrust her hips out for the next. It was, at least, finally being forced from her - though at an **excruciatingly** slow pace, even compared to her first. She couldn't even pause to enjoy her progress, as she soon realized the second she wasn't pushing it would try to backslide, resulting in her needing to hold her push even without contractions. It took several minutes and a couple awkward positions, but Mie was finally at a point she was able to reach down and grab her kit under its arms, tugging a bit rougher than she probably should've with the next contraction. If nothing else it was nice being able to grab a single breath between contractions without worrying about ruined progress. She alternated between tugging and pushing and tugging and pushing until with a final tug she popped her fourth kit's hips from her, spilling tons of fluid forth from her aching nethers. She immediately buckled forward, barely stopping herself from landing face-first on the floor with a weak, shaking arm, before she forced herself to roll over, unceremoniously dropping her kit on her chest. An arm laid over her squeaking monster, already nosing at her for a teat, and she laid there trembling, completely sapped, and eyes closed. She wouldn't have minded dying right then, just quietly opting out of everything that just happened, but unfortunately for her Cedric did keep to his word even if he couldn't be there - and the waitstaff finally approached to take the kit from her and provide care for her, too, now that they weren't at risk of being attacked. One of the maids went to check her, rubbing her stomach as she did so, before frowning and giving Mie a few gentle pats against her hip. "I'm 'fraid you aren't quite done yet, Miss Mie." Mie grimaced, and with energy she didn't truly have to spare, she simply pushed right then without waiting for a contraction, reaching for her leg but stopping short when she felt one of the other staff hold it up for her. A whine came from her throat without her even realizing it, and with a few shaky, tentative pushes, the maid was able to slip a hand around the (thankfully much smaller) kit's neck and gently pull along with each push. A much more tolerable delivery for Mie, and once she felt her fifth kit slip free from her she once again collapsed. ---- She didn't quite blackout, but she hadn't been *entirely* coherent either for them to clean her off or stitch up her massive tear, and once she felt even slightly better and could interact with her surroundings again, she found herself laying in the very bed she conceived, with the kits from their copulation being rotated in and out for nursing by her maids. The four smaller kits had ranged from eight to twelve pounds - already respectable enough weights for a least weasel - but the largest had been a whopping *twenty-four pounds*, and despite having already torn once to deliver her first three kits, her fourth one ripped her further something fierce. She hadn't even realized she lost some blood along with all the birthing fluid once the fourth one was born, but she sure was feeling it now. No one tried to talk to her after the first few attempts got nothing out of her, so she laid there, gently wrapping an arm around each kit as it was laid on her to nurse. She never wanted kits, and especially not from a marten - but she would be lying if she said she didn't feel a fondness for them after everything she went through for them. Unlike with Cedric, she couldn't find it within herself to blame them. They were simply more victims in his sick game, like their poor mother.