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Bondage and Discipline 7) Broken Pleasures (c) 2010 Kevin Foxboy, all rights reserved.

My ankles were loose-chained, and my wrists chained about a pawspan apart. The Tiger showed his power and domination by lifting me bodily off the Wolf. I giggled and enjoyed the ride. I still loved the scent of his fur. It was difficult for me to pretend to resist the Tiger.

But of course he commanded it to give the audience the fun of seeing me forced to my knees, my mouth still open with the ring gag, and my ears gripped by huge Tiger paws. He spoke, "Just *try* to fight me, beast!" It was both a threat and a command, and I had little strength left but did what I could.

Of course the Tiger overpowered the Fox easily, and pulled me to him. I tried to give them a good show, but frankly loved the Tiger's cock now. His barbs tickled my smooth Canine tongue as I licked the big kitty. Like all Cats, Tigers don't really have sheaths, not like us Canids, and the guard didn't usually bother with confining pants.

It was just in public like now he was covered so well. I had to use my teeth, *very carefully*, to lower his zipper and expose him. It was a show of his trust and my submission, and of course there were very swift conse- quences if it even *seemed* a slave would hurt a freefur.

I think I said I've been broken to the cock and become a slut. I licked the Tiger hesitantly, like I was trying to resist. Then I gave up and sucked, like I'd been overcome. It wasn't far from the truth of my slavery.

As I said. all the guards use chains and whips quite liberally to break the slaves; and when we learn to fear the pain we begin to obey. Then they force pleasure on us, and it's very humiliating when we start to respond as beasts. We degrade ourselves below our sapience when we're forced to choose, and it becomes so very hard to resist any command because we crave the pleasure.

Sure, every slave resists the whole time of their sentence, because the degradation isn't pleasant. But we're so broken we beg to be chained and whipped, or told to kneel for pleasure with our knees spread wide displaying our naughty bits for public enjoyment, and then made to fondle ourselves.

It's even terrifying at first, because we know soon we'll start enjoying it, and even to want it. It's one of the few times we're allowed to touch ourselves, and the degradation comes from the fact we're so starved for pleasure we want it, crave it; and our will to resist crumbles. Soon even our ability to resist crumbles, and our resistance becomes a shallow shell, a token.

And we're forced to learn the truth of our slavery. No matter how proud we were, or strong in will or muscle, steel chains are stronger. Our new masters are perfectly willing to chain us, hood and gag us, and leave us for hours until our bladders argue with us.

We're left in our own puddles, disgusting ourselves for days. Nofur can fight that for long. Even the guards sometimes make mistakes on the out- side, and get arrested and sentenced. Then they find out that they're no longer proud and free, and it makes them very frightened.

By the time a new captive is allowed out of the breaking chains, he or she puts up with obeying guards. Sure they resist again, as soon as they clean up, but they learn fear very quickly, because there's nothing to prevent them from being left alone again, longer, to totally break their will to fight.

Remember I'm owned, and Master told me to write down my humiliation and degradation. He stopped me and I told him more about the chains, and the utter humiliation of being treated as a dumb animal. He really enjoyed my despair when I began to accept it.

After I tortured Ned with pleasure and showed the audience my submis- sion to the Tiger, he had another need I'd been beaten and degraded into sat- isfying for him. If you shock easily, or got uncomfortable before, best skip ahead a few stars.

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Master Tiger had his lookout duties. I should probably mention that although slavery is a legal punishment, there are a large minority of furrs who think it's immoral to punish us until we kneel and suck and beg to be allowed to please.

And there are rich furrs we call collectors. They want us broken slaves to work in their homes as domestic servants, and work the grounds as field slaves. They pay bounty furrs to sneak into Slave Houses and steal slaves. Who cares which freefur owns a mere animal, what we've been forced to become?

The collectors don't care we've been sentenced to slavery for a lim- ited time. Instead, they intend to keep us until we age too much to be labor slaves or, ahem, please them in the bedroom. Some older furrs who've been broken so much they submit long after their sentences are over get to stay as valets or butlers.

They can even be put above the new slaves in the household. But of course they remain slaves themselves, just property, for the rest of their lives. The rich furrs hire lawyers who exploit vague language in the slave laws to allow their ownership papers of questionable origin to be accepted as legal.

We slaves have no say in the matter! If we try, we can be punished, because no slave may speak without permission from his or her owner. In the Slave Houses, the House Master or Mistress owns us, and lets the guards break and train us. If we're stolen, the collector refuses permission, and even if it's shown he doesn't legally own us, we remain slaves.

Since the House Mistress isn't there to give us permission to speak, we must remain silent! We can't even beg the policefurs to protect us, and our Master by capture punishes us for trying. Sometimes they hurt us anyway, just because they have power over us.

By now you're probably wondering how I know this, because I left you at the last star sucking Tiger. I said I was a broken slutty boy, and I didn't say how. In point of fact, I was thanking Master Tiger for recovering me, and I did it by sucking him dry both ways.

This is the part I warned you to skip if yer easily offended. I said Ned was a new slave and I punished him with pleasure, and I said some guards made mistakes and so were sentenced. Ned was one of those guards.

It wasn't really his fault I was stolen; the bounty furrs are just that good at sneaking in. He was new at Mistress Monica's, and they took ad- vantage of his naivety. He didn't know all the other guards by sight or scent, and he was tricked when they rubbed up Mistress Monica and he knew her scent.

The bounty furrs hit Ned over the head, then took his keys and rifled the kennel where I was chained. They took all six of us, smacked us around so we begged to submit and crawl, and simply chained the three sluts and three guys in a coffle, and led us outside!

I forgot to even pull at the coffle chains as I saw the yummy skunk slut ahead of me. Skunks like it rough, and she'd been forced through the operation that damaged the muscles of her scent glands. They weren't removed, but it was a bit difficult to reverse the duct closure.

Sabrina Skunk was descented, in effect. I got to look at her sexy vulva, all puffy from the slut drugs; and she responded as the slut she was to the strong rough bounty furrs we all thought were simply guards we didn't know. As I said, it's not a slave's place to ask.

The Bear who pulled us noticed her scent, and I saw his pants bulge. He'd surely use her roughly when we got wherever they were pulling us. None of the slaves had the will to resist, and none of the males had the balls left to respond. We knew the sluts were hot, but we male slaves stayed cold.

We looked like any other few guards pulling a coffle around, so none of the inside guards bothered to check. The freefurs looked like they knew what they were doing, so they were left alone. We were led outside and ordered to stay quiet, so of course all six obeyed. We were slaves, and we knew to obey any order from any freefur.

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We were also scared of their roughness. Even Sabrina moaned and gasped as they pulled us by the chains. The two big Kodiaks were all it took to control six furry slaves. We went to the van meekly and stepped up inside, to be chained to the central beam and hooded. All this was normal for us.

I was still a bit foggy in the mind from crawling behind Sabrina. As the van moved away, I could scent her hot furry body pressed up against mine, a black Skunk with white stripe down her back and tail with a drab russet-fur todd. All six of us were naked of course, and before the hood left me in dark- ness I checked myself and the others. The sluts were all wet and the guys limp.

We were banged around pretty good. We must have been driving off-road. I enjoyed Sabrina banging into me on the right, and the Weasel boy on the left. I'm straight, but we were slaves and we learned quickly to take what- ever pleasure was offered us before it was taken away. Besides, Rupert and I were caged next to each other, and since our paws were chained we learned to rub each other for, ahem, relief.

The two kitties were Vlad and Selma. Vlad was a black-furred shorthair something, he was vague about his species, and Selma was a white Persian from down South somewhere. I didn't know the Otter slut, only that she'd tried to fight her slavery until they took her to the closed room.

After the whirring noise stopped, a very limp and truly naked slut was dragged out. They'd shaved all her fur off! It was obscene seeing her webbed feet, ankles, shins, calves, knees, thighs. I stared at her naked thighs for quite awhile and I knew if I'd still been a real male I'd be hard.

As she was dragged by I looked between those furless thighs. Her vulva was wet, but a triangle of fur surrounded it. I wonder what they did to her to make her so wet and limp? In the van, I was surrounded by wet female slut odor and noted the lack of male scent. The Kodiaks had left the six slaves chained alone in the back. And none of the guys had the maleness to use the sluts.

The slave hoods didn't block our mouths, but we'd been told to be quiet and slaves obey any freefur. Our mouths would be filled soon enough. After quite a while of jostling up against each other, I wondered how Otter- slut felt. I think I mentioned that Canids like lots of sex, and I'm a Fox, so I'm always ready and have good recovery.

The road changed to regular bumps. There was an echoing sound, and we all knew we were in a stone tunnel. Hooded slaves learn to listen to avoid the whip. When the van stopped, the Kodiaks got out and opened the back. Vlad was pulled out first, since he'd been last in the coffle so he was nearest the door. Otter, Selma, Rupert, Tim, Sabrina padded out in order as the coffle chains pulled us.

We were getting nervous. We'd all been moved around the dungeons, of course, just to confuse us and keep us from getting comfort from knowing other slaves. But we'd never been taken out of the Slave House before, never driven somewhere mysterious. We were used to being commanded to obey, and neither Kodiak had permitted us to submit to them.

Now was the time. We were pushed down, and we all knew to kneel and spread our legs to show our naked slave flesh to freefurs. The floor felt like hard stone padded with a merciful amount of straw. But it didn't smell fresh, and we all cringed under the slave hoods, imagining what we were kneeling on. The wet slut smell grew stronger, but we guys were too frightened and ball- broken to respond.

There was a feminine chuckle, and I felt a gentle poke between my legs. I was surprised, and couldn't help jerking closed, but I recovered quickly and spread myself again. The hood was unbuckled and removed, and I blinked in the sudden light. It seemed bright to my eyes, but there were only a few torches.

A female Lion stared at me. I quickly dropped my eyes, as a slave isn't allowed to look a freefur in the eyes. But I'd never seen her before, and I got more scared. Who had us six slaves, and where was Mistress Monica?

She was of course a Mistress too, just not the one who owned the Slave House where we were broken and trained. I stared at Mistress Lion's sandals as she moved down the coffle, to poke Rupert the Weasel and Vlad the kitty-some- species. She spoke sharply to Vlad and ordered him to expose himself.

Vlad had been rather stuck-up, and lost a gambling debt. The price was his freedom, and he resented it. At the Slave House all us guys were forced to endure metal links around our balls, which reduced the bloodflow and held them up and out. Vlad still had his on, to take his maleness and force his to amuse the guards.

Mistress Lion poked Vlad's trapped balls. He flinched, and tried to protect himself, so she gripped his collar chain in one big paw and slapped him hard across his short snout with the other. We all whimpered and opened wider to avoid her attention. She pulled Vlad back up and poked him again. This time he took the pain, left his knees spread, and only closed his eyes.

It was time to pay the guards. Yes, even though they'd taken us here, it's always slaves who pay freefurs. Mistress Lion had poked all six of us, but the sluts had been forced to become used to any freefur poking them any- where. Rupert had managed to move his legs only slightly, and the Weasel was allowed to submit without further punishment.

But Tim the todd had moved, and although I recovered quickly, I was a resisting Fox slave. Vlad had angered Mistress Lion, and it was time to punish him. Maybe he hadn't been completely broken to the cock yet. So the Kodiaks helped him learn.

The ring gag they forced into his short muzzle was a punishment ring. That meant it had steel spikes on it; it would hurt the slave's mouth, and he'd have to work at keeping open wide enough. He hated it, but he'd just been slapped hard by Mistress Lion, and he let her put it in him.

Then a Kodiak came up and showed Vlad the front of his pants. He smelled very male, and Vlad had been beaten enough to know what he had to do. It was better than another rough slap. Vlad put out his tongue and licked the Bear's crotch gently. He was rewarded with a gentle paw covering his ear. The Bear's paw was big, and Vlad paled. He was afraid of *that* paw slapping him, because males are often stronger than females.

Vlad's fear stopped his resistance. His slave training took over, and Vlad used his right-side canines to *very gently* hold the Bear's zipper and pull it down. The Bear was a bit surprised, since everyfur knows a slave never uses his dominant side, but Vlad was left-pawed, and Mistress Lion nodded to the Bear, because she'd seen his left paw flutter earlier.

None of the guards wear underwear. In fact, almost nofur does, because we have thick fur and none of us really cares for the confining feeling. Heck, even most freefurs wear nothing at all, just a little loose cover to satisfy the prudes, and all slaves are kept nude.

So Vlad had a close-up view of the bare Bear. It's hard to focus close, so we slaves just close our eyes and let scent guide us. Master Bear's male scent filled the kitty slave's nostrils, and he licked the big cock very care- fully. He didn't want his rough tongue to hurt the freefur, because he really wanted to keep his tongue!