Clara snarled lowering the gun to his muzzle, lifting it with the barrel of her gun, â€œYou belong to me now....you are my bitch! You do as I say when I say it! If you have to take a piss, take a shit or even fucking jerk off you have to get my permission first....â€ she jabbed him with the barrel, â€œUnderstand?â€ the threat was clear in her voice as she stared into his eyes, wanting to see the submission as it took over in his mind.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">The coyote stared up at her with fear filled eyes wet with tears, he did not want to die. He couldn't do anything with his legs shot and her fire stick poking at his muzzle... He had no choice. He barely hesitated, nodding almost hysterically as he whined for forgiveness. </span><br/><br/>Shouldering rifle she snapped her fingers at him, â€œCome!â€ she commanded as she pointed in front of her, wanting him to go first so that she could keep an eye on him. She did not care about his wounds, or that he was hurt or that is pained him to walk. If he wanted to live, then he was going to have to move his ass and do as she said. She pointed to one of the near by buildings, one of the ones that looked rather sound and would hold out in an attack. If he moved too slow she was not opposed to kicking him in the ass to spurn him along, until they were both in the building. Once there she would close and lock the door before seeking a means of binding him up.<br/><br/>â€œYou were the one who locked me in here and fucked up the door with your cum! Right?!â€ she asked as she took a length of cord to bind up his hands and feet.