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Unnamed Mousie - Part 2: On the Job Training - Chapter 9: Village Fair

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The next day started much as the previous day had. We were released from our bonds, stowed them away and converted the wagon to its day setup. Then we started with warm up and stretching exercises. This time there was no clear separation between this part and the position training. To be honest, there wasn't a whole lot of difference between the stretching and position training anyway, at least for some of the positions. Then we had a short 'rest' period. To make up for the brevity it was a lot more unpleasant than before. We assembled the rod with two leather cuffs, only this time we tied the rope to one of the cuffs, as we had the day before. I put on the hood and then I waited for the guards to lock me into the rest of the bonds. A leather cuff around my left wrist was connected to the collar. Then my right wrist and ankle were locked into the cuffs at the ends of the rod and pulled up until I stood precariously balanced on the toes of my left foot. After an indeterminable time we were released. Next we had another language lesson. Today we were not tied up or blindfolded, mostly so we could practice positions at the same time. Then we were asked to 'volunteer' to thank our Hessan 'hosts'. I did, as did all the others. The mention of breakfast and a short look at the wand that controlled our collars was enough to ensure our cooperation. I lapped up the watery gruel in my almost full bowl eagerly. After that we had another 'rest' period, tied up the same way as before, only the sides were switched, so my left arm and leg were pulled up while I balanced on the toes of my right foot. By now my bladder was full, going from distracting to unpleasant and then painful. The wagons stopped and we were released from our bonds. We left the wagon and lined up to finally relieve ourselves. As before, we had to beg. With a little shock I realized that it bothered me a little less, each time it seemed more and more normal to go down on my knees and lick somebody's shoes or feet. Today the sun was out and the air was crisp but promised to warm up quickly. The lunch break was rather short, we performed our positions and 'played' for the amusement of the soldiers, then I sucked one of them off.

We were tied into a coffle once more. Much like the day before, our paws were tied in back and connected to the collar of the next fur. They didn't blindfold us but we were hobbled. The chain between the ankle cuffs was long enough not to impede us much. Then we were off. The march was pleasant, it was warm and sunny. Soon the trees became smaller and less dense. Blackberry bushes began to line the road, heavy with delicious ripe berries. It was almost a torture to walk past them and not be allowed to taste them. After two days with nothing to eat but mostly tasteless gruel the mere sight of the ripe berries made my mouth water. The Hessans and even the humans stopped occasionally to pick some. Needless to say, nobody nonestly asked if wanted some as well, though I could hardly count the times when one of the Hessan who asked if we wanted some only to laugh evilly a few moments later and declare that he would rather feed the berries to pigs than Arnie bitches. After a while, maybe half a bell, we left the woods. Meadows quickly gave way to fields. The furs working in the fields stopped to watch us pass. More than one stopped the work and followed the caravan, walking at the side where he could see our naked bodies easily. It did not take long before we reached the village. As best as I could tell, about a hundred furs lived there. At first they looked at us with pity, but not for long. Once they saw the brands, and especially once the Hessan soldiers told them we were from Arno the catcalls and worse started. I had gotten somewhat used to display my body to the humans and furs in our caravan but doing the same in front of so many strangers was still very embarrassing and humiliating. We passed through the village and then the wagons stopped on on the village green at the far side. The assistant told us in a quiet but very serious voice that we had better participate willingly in the festivities to follow. Then we were untied and led to the center of the village green. We had to stand in two lines, facing away from each other. And then we had to practice positions while dozens of villagers watched, their eyes full of lust and worse. After a short while guards led two of us away. One by one (well, in pairs) the others followed.

I was close to the far end of the line, but eventuality it was my turn. One of the human guards led me away, together with the male whose tag came before mine. He led us into one of the houses where we had to stand facing the wall. I had seen that we were at the barber's but I had not been able to see what he was doing to the slaves he was currently working on. In a village this size barbering would not be his main job, but he had the equipment and, hopefully, the skills. I waited while the barber finished the fur he was working on, and then some more while he started on the male before it was my turn. They did not tie me up, but I had to stand with my legs a little apart and my wrists crossed behind my neck. In that pose both my rump and chest were easily accessible. The barber's assistant began to cut the fur on my breasts with strange scissors, one of the blades was replaced with what looked like a comb. It was a little hard to see, but soon I realized that he did not cut the fur completely but only thinned it out. The sparse fur that was left let the bare skin below shine through. Furs generally don't mind nudity much and it is common to go at least mostly nude during the summer when it is hot outside. Males will usually wear short pants or a loincloth, while females commonly wear a very breezy one-piece shirt. At least common furs (un)clothe themselves like this, nobles will usually still wear clothes that identify them and their station, but even those can be pretty revealing when the weather is right. After all, the fur usually hides the naughty bits unless you're aroused or deliberately trying to show them off. The assistant finished with my breasts and moved on to my rump, presumably thinning out the fur there as well. But to be honest, I didn't pay all that much attention to what the assistant was doing to me. Almost right in front of me stood the male. The fur on his buttocks had been thinned out, showing his delicious ass clearly. More than that, the fur around his tailhole had been shaved off completely in a circle maybe three inches across, making it stand out. Almost like any archery target and a clear indication on where to aim. His back was to me, so I could not see what the barber was doing, but the general area he was working on was clear enough: the privates. The idea of having the fur around my slit shaved off scared me a little, but it also aroused me and soon enough I was wet and hot. Thinking of that male's family jewels being on display like that also fanned my ardor. And then he turned around and for a moment I couldn't breathe. His balls and large hard cock had been completely shaved and they stood out so clearly from the fur around they almost seemed to jump in my face. The barber grinned at me and asked, "Can't wait to get a hard cock in you, can you, Arnie slut?" I nodded mutely, suddenly extremely embarrassed as well as horny. He chuckled. Then he held up a hand mirror to let the male see his shaved junk. A guard led the male away and the barber turned his attention to me. He walked around to my rear and touched my tailhole. Not with a finger, I quickly realized that he was lathering up the fur around it. Then he commanded, "Hold still." and began to shave the fur around my tailhole. The scraping of the razor excited me a lot. It didn't take him long to finish. The assistant wiped away the suds. The barber turned his attention to my breasts, lathered the fur around my nipples and shaved it. That turned me on even more, I was panting heavily by the time he finished. It got worse still. The barber made me stand with my legs spread even further and leaning back, supporting my weight by holding onto the back of a chair. He sat down on a stool which put his head only a little above my hips. He lathered up the fur around my slit. Then he looked up at me, grinned and said, "I suggest you hold very still. It's such a bother to clean blood off a wooden floor." Holding still was really hard. The scraping of the razor, the slight tingle of fear at having a sharp razor so close to my most sensitive parts and the humiliation turned me on like crazy. I had to struggle not to come. And then he showed me the mirror. First the tailhole, then my breasts and finally my slit. Fuck! I looked hot! No, really! And like a total slut, but at that moment I didn't care about that. My sex looked like an archery target. The buff fur on my stomach, then a strip of the slightly darker, reddish gray fur, a strip of pink skin and then my (currently) dark pink lips. I giggled at a sudden thought: I hoped that the males would shoot a lot of arrows at me, I doubted that many would miss the bulls-eye. Arrows, no, hopefully ballista bolts. One of the human guards led me away. At first I almost skipped, I felt so naughty and sexy I barely could wait to show all the males. But soon reality asserted itself and I realized that this had not been done so I could feel sexy and desirable, it was meant to expose me and humiliate me. I didn't have to try to seduce males, they would use me if and when they felt like it. Well, it wasn't all bad, even for a slave, at least when a male wanted to mate with me, he would hopefully be slightly more eager to do fun things with me and less likely to do unpleasant things with and to me.

We ended up at in the central plaza (really not much more than a wider section of the road) where the big houses and the temple stood. I joined the other slaves already there. We had to entertain the villagers with our positions once more. I had not realized it before, but before the barber we had used less revealing positions (not that this meant much) but now we had to use the most revealing and lewd positions. And we had to 'play' a lot. With my freshly trimmed fur I felt ten times as exposed as before. There was clearly a celebration in the making. Tables and benches were being set up around the plaza, not long after I came here a barrel of ale was set up. Several furs hammered stakes into the ground. The posts were arranged in two rows. A little later they lashed long thin tree-trunks to the posts, one close to the ground, one a little higher up. It was mid-afternoon when the celebration began in earnest. Practicing our positions had not been all that tiring (we didn't change positions as often as we did during the training and we rarely had to hold the strenuous positions for long) but it had been extremely arousing, particularly as we had to 'play' a lot. The lewd and derogatory comments from all around had not helped either. The assistants told us to stop and led us away. We used one of the midden heaps at the back of one of the houses that lined the plaza. Then we returned to the plaza, where we knelt in the center.

The celebration began with short speeches from the village headman, the local priest, the officer of the cavalry troop and finally our master. The officer broached the ale barrel, officially starting the celebration. Of course we were the main attraction. I found out quickly what the construction project was for: The lower tree-trunk was at ankle height, each set of two posts was just far enough apart to keep a fur's legs spread wide if her ankles were tied up with the end of the rope that had been used to tie the posts together. The upper trunk was about mid-thigh for me, knee high for the taller males. My wrists were tied to the upper trunk, which let me lift my head about belly high. This left me completely helpless and fully exposed, all my orifices easily accessible. There were was space for five and another five at the second construction. I was barely tied up when the first of the villagers started using me. He felt me up, and exclaimed, "What a slut! That Arnie bitch is wetter than sow in the mud!" and so on. At least one other male and a female had to check me out as well. Their attention was extremely embarrassing but the touching felt good. I think I was lucky with that first male. He dipped his wick into my cunt before using my tailhole. And it was a wick only, not a full candle. Still, I came before he did, squealing in pleasure. I'm a little hazy on how many times they used me before I was untied a while later. By my best guess each of my holes had been used at least half a dozen times. Not really counting the times I had to use my tongue to get a male hard or clean him up after he had used my cunt or tailhole. Doing the last hardly bothered me any more. And it wasn't just the males that used me. Kits enjoyed smacking my rear with their paws or the tongues. I also had to lick a few females to an orgasm. And the females especially enjoyed getting me off with their fingers and mocking me for the weakness of my body, calling me slut and worse. They especially enjoyed to get me off by fingering my tailhole, and I always had to clean the fingers afterwards. Every now and then another slave cleaned me up a little when my holes (either or both) got too slimy for their enjoyment, sucking the juices out of me. A special kind of torture were the smells. The wonderful smells of roasted meat, marinated and grilled vegetables and all the other things that were consumed all around us. And it had been more than a half day since we had eaten anything, days since I had eaten anything I would have described as tasty. My stomach grumbled almost the whole time. The villagers did what they could to make it worse, eating right in front of us, letting or making us lick the juices from their fingers or smearing the fragrant juices into the fur on my muzzle.

I was untied and had barely started crawling away before another slave was led to the currently empty spot and tied up there. Being as one of the farmers called it a 'free range bitch', was no more fun than being tied up and used repeatedly. It was a lot worse, at least in one respect, I didn't get off anywhere as often. Mostly it was an orgy of humiliation and no little pain. The Hessans, villagers and soldiers both, seemed to get a real kick out of having us beg, and lick their feet or boots. Preferably while 'licking' my rear or, in a few cases, getting me off (another fur did that, using a finger or two) and mocking me for it. At least one of the Assistants was around all the time, 'encouraging' all of us to participate willing, no matter what was asked of us. Mostly reminding us was enough, sometimes it took a few vigorous 'licks', but at least one male had to be choked into submission. Of course I had to clean out cunts or tailholes when they got too full of cum. It didn't take long until someone got the idea of using our mouths rather than retire to relieve himself. My queasy stomach sloshed, full of mostly unpleasant liquids. I was allowed to relieve myself at least five times and each time my bladder was full, almost to the point of bursting. At least my stomach was too full for me to feel hunger. Probably the least humiliating and painful episode the whole evening was when a gaggle of kits played 'fetch' with me. I had to pretend to be a pet dog and fetch the stick they threw. Later I was tied up once more, then a third time. By the end it got more and more unpleasant. My tailhole, and to a lesser degree, my cunt was sore by the time I started my third shift. By the end of the shift it was pure torture, but no matter how bad the pain got, I climaxed at least once each time I was used.

The celebration wound down with the setting sun. We were finally fed. Fed like pets or animals, we got the scraps, sometimes we got to eat them from some kit's paw, sometimes they just dumped the scraps on the ground and let us lap them up. The scraps were not all that good, burned bits or grizzle and the like, but after days of watery gruel I ate them eagerly, hardly minding the dirt at all. We were taken to the midden heap for a final piss. Then we were led back to the wagons, given a little drink and strapped in for the night. Well, about half of us, the others stayed behind. I didn't know what happened to the others, but I assumed that they had been lent to some of the more prominent villagers for the night. Most of them were females, but at least one male was among them. The drink I had just been given must have been a sleeping potion of some kind, because I fell asleep very quickly and did not wake until the next morning.