Chris, with her wrists and ankles shackled and her spirit too crushed to even attempt to run, was helpless as the large man dipped a brush in some sort of slick, herbal glaze, then ran it over her toned, nude flesh...Even she had to admit the stuff, combined with her slight natural scent and the smell of her sweat, made her smell quite good...To her embarrassment, the man was *very* thorough; not an inch of exposed flesh went uncovered, the brush dipping between her thighs and buttocks, and brushing over her breasts without hesitation. Soon, her entire body, from head to toe, glistened with a light brown sheen, flecked with darker herbs. The man then moved her towards the door, unshackled her wrists and ankles, and pushed her out, slamming the door behind her as she fell on her face on the grassy floor of the fox enclosure. High, concrete walls rose on all sides, and a few trees were planted to give it a more natural feel, an effect Chris really was in no position to appreciate.

With such a delicious scent wafting through the enclosure, it wasn't long before...