Slave Camp - Carrots and Sticks
#5 of Slave Camp!
Slave Camp - Carrots and Sticks
Kerra stood still, her arms fastened to the overhead track. A thick leather hood covered her head, blocking out all sight, sound, and smell, save for the scent of the musky semen left to dry in her fur by Trigger before lunch that she wasn't permitted to clean up. The fitted hood was tight enough to keep her mouth clamped shut, and she could feel a stout spreader bar between her ankles.
She didn't know where she was; after the debacle of a lunch show and subsequent 'soothing', Master Spots had her put her wrists back to the track, pulled the hood over her head, and sent her on her way. When she'd stopped walking, the bar had been put onto her ankles. She could feel drying cum on her thigh and rear to go along with the numerous other splatters she'd been decorated with already - just barely past noon. But she couldn't deny that she was turned on; being tied up just did that to her.
She felt a hand with slender, delicate fingers rub between her legs, and she grunted into the hood. A finger stroked the cream from her privates and wiped it on her thigh, then nudged very lightly at her clitoris. She felt another hand on her side, then a third hand on the other side, and one more unzipping the earflap of the hood. She recognized the voice.
"Hello, my good little vixen," came the spider-Mistress who'd taught the bondage class earlier. "I saw your little problem at lunch. I think you need a little extra help learning to perform. To begin with, you won't need to do anything at all. Just stay right here and enjoy being tied up while I use you to demonstrate for that Advanced Masturbation make-up class I mentioned." Her breathy chuckle tickled the fox's sensitive ears. "Or perhaps there's no class and I'm just enjoying myself. As I said, normally a Mistress has no reason to lie to her slaves, but in this case... I think the uncertainty will help you."
Kerra gave a whine and a tremble, but her breath was already coming faster and shorter in a mix of lust and stage fright. Her nipples were starting to throb in the intense mix of feelings, and the spider-Mistress' hand was making her hips rock already. The zipper closed, ensuring she couldn't hear a thing again.
The sound of her ensuing repeated grunts and muffled whines of pleasure, however, was clearly audible, much to the delight of the trainer.
In another room entirely, Emerson pulled on a pair of gloves. His stomach was rumbling, his tailhole was distinctly sore, his headfur was matted with feminine fluids from the reptile-girl who'd been rubbing herself against him while she ate, and he was feeling decidedly disgruntled. After lunchtime had ended and he'd stubbornly refused to say the Meal Litany, he and the remainder of the class had been ordered to put their hands back into the overhead track to be taken to their next class of the day. They were now down to twenty-one, missing Kerra, the raccoon who'd spoken out of turn in bondage class, and the mousegirl, Lily, who'd done the same in Master Spots' class.
They'd been led through the over-bright corridors to a new room; this one was long and narrow, with large screens on the two long walls. A hulking elephant stood at the far end of the room, wearing tight shorts, a grey tank top with "Property of NO ONE" on it, and a whistle. The track led each slave into the room, splitting them up into two lines, one of twelve and one of nine, turning them to face away from each other, looking at the screen in front of them.
In front of each was a pile of straps, clips, and a pair of gloves, one long pole, a dong standing upright on a wide base, a socket fixed to the ground that looked about the right size for one end of the pole to fit into, and, of all things, a brown, somewhat crooked stick about eighteen inches long, and an oversized plastic carrot. The elephant at the end of the room blew his whistle, and all eyes turned to him. He held up one of the clips; it had a small speaker clearly on it, and he demonstrated silently putting it on his ear, then gestured at the class.
Emerson and the rest got the hint, locating their own earclip and putting it in place. He could see the reptile-girl over to the side; she lacked clippable exterior ears, but her clip appeared to have been supplied with an adhesive. Through the speaker, he heard a computerized voice talking to him.
"Face the screen in front of you. Unless otherwise directed, you will not look away from your own portion of the screen. You will place the straps and clips in front of you on yourself, following the visual instructions provided."
In front of each slave, a computerized image of him- or herself appeared, demonstrating how to put on the equipment. The straps were easy to put on, and weren't at all restraining; in fact, they were elastic and fairly comfortable. One wide one went around each elbow and each knee; thinner ones went around the wrists, shoulders, and ankles; another went around the neck, over the collars they all wore. Another clip went on the other ear, this one without a speaker in it, and they pulled on thin socks and gloves.
Abruptly the image on the screens stopped demonstrating, instead starting to mimic Emerson's own posture. The speaker informed him, "The straps contain miniature radio tags, which will be used to track your movement. Accuracy will be important, so if you have not adequately tightened your gear, you will not enjoy this class." There was a brief pause, and then the voice went on. "Good. If you had moved to tighten your equipment at that time, you would now be marked for punishment after class."
"This class is a combination of posture, grace, and exercise. A slave must know his proper bearing; posture. A slave must be able to adopt the proper bearing in visually pleasing manner; grace. A slave must be physically fit; exercise. To ensure rapid learning, a system of instant feedback is used for immediate pleasure or discomfort. Look down. You will observe the Stick. This is in fact a sophisticated device of chastisement. You will insert it into yourself rectally as far as it will go."
Emerson gritted his teeth, glaring at it. His backside was already feeling sore and stretched out, and now they wanted him to literally stuff a stick up his ass? The speaker interrupted his train of thought. "Your hesitation has earned one demerit, which will be applied to you and your mate at the end of class. Obey." He growled low in his throat, but knelt down, picked up the Stick (which turned out to be made of rough plastic, at least externally) and worked it up under his tail.
It was every bit as uncomfortable as it looked, rough and bent, forcing him to wriggle it into place, much of its length left sticking out. He clenched his teeth, waiting to see what they were going to make him do next, and was promptly surprised enough to yelp when the exposed end of the stick separated longitudinally, whipping four sections out in an X across his buttocks, sharp little hooks at the ends digging through his fur to prick at his skin!
"The Stick is capable of three punishment modes," the speaker informed Emerson while the object itself extended an arm upwards to latch around his tailbase, anchoring itself. "The first is an electrical shock, delivered via the electrodes at the end of the four arms. This can range in intensity from mildly uncomfortable to incapacitatingly painful.
"The second mode is a whipping action, wherein each arm will rotate to present its sharp edge to your backside and flex rapidly and firmly up and down, snapping against your body. This mode is intense enough to cause cuts and bruising. If you prove recalcitrant enough to receive this punishment multiple times, any protective fur or scales on your behind will be removed so as to make it more effective. If this happens, the skin is certain to be broken.
"The third mode is anal violation, in which the Stick will use the four arms and tail-anchor to drive itself back and forth in your rear. As you are aware, the Stick is not designed to make this comfortable. At low levels, discomfort and some degree of minor pain will be the extent of the punishment. The violence of the motion can be increased to the point of deliberately causing injury requiring medical attention. If you misbehave in such a manner as to merit this level of punishment, as by violence or other flagrant and extreme disobedience, you will be removed from the instructional camp upon your recuperation and placed into a parallel behavior-modification program."
Emerson shuddered slightly. That rather gruesome little image was clearly meant to both provide a warning and to frighten the slaves to keep them cowed, and he had to admit it was effective in its goals. He hadn't been seriously planning violence anyhow, but that spiel convinced him that, if he was going to try to escape, it'd have to be sneaky, unless he could get Kerra out with him... and he knew that she actually *wanted* to stay.
Kerra's lungs burned for lack of air as she howled through bound-shut jaws in climax. Two fingers were stroking each nipple, rolling and stroking it with a precision and gentleness that was purely unbelievable in its effect; a hand was stroking gently at her hip, feeling like a fond reassurance; another hand was massaging some sort of slick oil into her privates, making her netherlips feel aflame with lust and turning her clitoris into a veritable supernova of need.
She'd long lost track of how many times she'd been brought to cream herself, how long she'd been bound in place, even how many times she'd blacked out from howling out all her breath in orgasm. She was near it again, though. Fingers suddenly pinched at her electric-tingling clit, and a crashing wave of pleasure drove her under again.
Emerson looked at the screen, and the digital representation of himself held up the oversized plastic carrot, matching the one at his feet. The video version opened the toy lengthwise into two halves, lowered it to his groin, and slid it closed again. It appeared to have an opening in the side, letting it fit over his sheath and testes together, fastening shut again and holding in place, looking somewhat ridiculous. Emerson grunted, then promptly yipped and grabbed for the toy as the Stick sent a sharp sting through his rump.
The orange Carrot opened up easily, and he set his erect shaft along the inside, which turned out to be soft and warm. He closed it carefully, and found that the side opening adjusted itself for a tight fit, hugging to his crotch closely without pinching. It was quite light, easily staying in place around his shaft. He had to murr despite himself; the warm, tight fit felt like being balls-deep in a tight vixen. Not Kerra; he was quite familiar with exactly how *she* felt, but a vixen nonetheless.
The screen gave him a moment to adjust, then the image of him began going through some stretching exercises, fluidly loosening out his muscles. The Stick gave him another buzz under the tail, while the Carrot cooled slightly to a more neutral feel, and Emerson tried to follow along. The two toys were demanding; at first simply going through the movements was sufficient to earn a pleasant warm caress on his cock and balls, but it slowly eased back until he started really getting stretched out in earnest, reaching until he could feel a pull.
He found he was enjoying the stretching, murring and relaxing. His erection was throbbing very nicely, and the Stick was staying quiescent in his rear. The computer voice spoke to him again. "As today is your first day, we will concentrate on learning your exercises and positions. After this, you will begin learning how to perform each of them with proper grace and fluidity, and will have to demonstrate continuous improvement."
The screen image stood upright, heels together, then bent down, gripping his ankles, wagged his tail four times, then stood up again. The Stick gave a small wriggle in his backside, switching to a light application of the third mode, and he quickly joined in, bending down in time with the image, grabbing his ankles, and wagging his tail. He moaned softly as the Carrot rewarded him immediately, squeezing gently on his length.
When he stood up again, Emerson's face burned. The video image had been joined by an image of Master Spots - and when the digital tod bent over, the dalmatian stepped forward and took advantage of the upthrust rear! "This is both an exercise and a position you will learn. As an exercise, you will adopt the position, hold it, then return to standing upright. As a position, you will adopt it at the command 'grab your ankles' or 'bend over.' Master Spots has noted this as one of his preferred positions, along with Belly Up and Belly Down."
Emerson's cheeks were crimson, thankfully hidden by his matching fur. Bad enough that he was the flamboyant trainer's chosen pet and kept getting reminders of it, but... why the hell did watching that get him so hot? Back in the hot tub, that cheetah trainer had made him lick at Trigger's balls while the stallion rode Kerra's rear, and while it had been pretty kinky, it was watching her hot little ass get pumped from that vantage point he'd really enjoyed. And at lunch, those lions and the dragon had pinned him down and done him hard, and he hadn't enjoyed that much at all - so why was it his cock throbbed at the thought of Master Spots doing it?
His ears perked, hearing a purr coming from across the room, but he wisely didn't turn to look. A moan came from somewhere else, and soon the room was a cacophony of slaves in pleasure, punctuated by yelps, yips, and a few squeals. He realized he was a part of it, murring in desire as he bent over and wagged his tail. His fingers clenched tight as his tip erupted inside the plastic shell and soft lining of the Carrot, pouring out his musky seed; his hips gave a wriggle and he stood up, panting. He was still moaning in pleasure when he followed the image to bend back down and do it all over again.
He was well on the way to a second orgasm, his tail wagging in thoughtless enthusiasm each time he bent over, when the image on the screen switched to a different movement.
"This position is 'Belly Up.' You will adopt this position when Master Spots wishes to make use of your penis. As an exercise, when standing up from it, you will do a sit-up, then come to your feet before laying back down and repeating."
Emerson followed suit, first kneeling, then leaning back until his head was against the ground, then straightening his legs. He did the sit-up and started to stand, then paused in a flare of embarrassment at the sight that greeted him on the screen. The Stick jiggled in his rear again, warningly, and the speaker stated, "Continue performing the exercise without following the screen image. This will demonstrate your ability to do the exercise without the reminder."
Emerson got to his feet, facing forward still, cheeks hot. He knelt back down, then laid back, then did the next sit-up, all while forced to which his virtual self staying on his back in a lusty sixty-nine with Master Spots... with the canine's swaying balls prominent in the picture, bouncing off of a vulpine nose. He couldn't help himself. He came again.
Kerra was trembling; her entire weight was hanging from her arms, as her knees couldn't possibly support a thing. The unending waves of pleasure and climax and the resultant muscle spasms had finally driven her hyperstimulated body to develop a case of the cramps, and her thighs and abdominal muscles were very slowly relaxing under the firm squeeze of the spider-Mistress's fingers. A thick plug had been wedged at some point under her tail; she wasn't sure when. It was perfectly sized, big enough to feel overwhelming, but small enough not to actually hurt.
Her chest was pounding, but her heartbeat was beginning to slow and the ache in her lungs had receded. Her shoulders were sore, but she didn't care. A hand left her thigh, and she heard a zipper open one earflap. The arachnid mistress' voice murmured through, "Tell me how you feel. Beg for mercy. Beg for more. Beg me to take you and bind you and pleasure you as my prey until I can't wring another mewl from your throat."
Kerra felt something be clipped to her ear, and then the zipper closed up again. From the little device, she heard a recording - her own moans and whimpers and whines and howls, playing into her ear. Another zipper opened, and her tongue fell out to pant. She gathered her strength and began to beg, still not knowing if she was abjecting herself alone in a private room, or before an entire class.
"Mistress, please, my legs are weak, my head is ringing, my pussy burns... Please, Mistress, I can't bear any more! Please, please, don't stop, don't let me stop, push your weak vixen beyond her will!"
Kerra continued seeking and finding the words to say as the hand returned to between her legs. She continued begging plaintively, feeling herself responding rapidly despite the ache of her muscles. A full-throated cry came from her lips - and then the hand left her cleft to zip her jaws shut again, stifling her once more.
Emerson moaned, his lips wrapped around the dildo on the floor in front of him. The exercise had changed again, this time to 'Belly Down.' The position was simple enough, laid flat on his stomach with his hands at his sides. The exercise was driving him bonkers, though; simple pushups with his mouth over the dong, yes, but the screen!
On the image, the virtual fox was atop a naked Kerra, thrusting down into her and pulling back with each repetition, while the dildo was replaced by the lap of Master Spots. Emerson could swear he could feel a phantom hand patting him on the back of the head, as the electronic dog was doing to his own avatar.
The Carrot was working hotly at his member, milking him vigorously, and he'd orgasmed at least twice more since the exercise started. Kerra-assisted push-ups were one of his *favorite* exercises, and when combined with the chemicals in his bloodstream and what he was reluctantly coming to admit was a distinct fascination with obeying Master Spots, they were positively blowing his mind!
Kerra almost sobbed to feel the spider-Mistress' hands leave her privates. Her body ached all over from the constant writhing, and her crotch was unbearably sensitive, responding wildly to every twitch of a finger against her - or was the trainer simply that good at manipulating her? She couldn't tell; she could hardly breathe. She heard the flap over her ear being opened again, over the sound of her own wild pleadings and passionate wails being played by the mini-speaker.
"I think my little vixen needs a rest. At least... if she's going to make it to her second day at camp without breaking. I'll make you mine later, hmmm? Just for a little while, then I'll put you back to being your Emmy's." Kerra's heart pounded, and she grunted into the hood over her head. She was starting to believe it could happen, that she just might be able to pull off a trick like that.
She heard a soft chuckle in her ear. "Oh, I've done it before. You're a good, loyal pet and mate, but I'll break that for a day or so, make you mine... then put you back together, stronger for it, like a broken bone. Three days, I think. Three days in my clutches, screaming in pleasure and begging for mercy, and you'd succumb... and another day to turn you back. But that will come later.
"Today, only a while longer, more's the pity. And you need a break or I might rub you raw, poor thing. Fortunately, I've an alternative. Be brave, my good little vixen... this will hurt a moment, and then you'll come to enjoy it." The flap zipped shut again.
Kerra shivered, wondering what was about to happen and just what sort of hurting was going to be involved. She squirmed, muscles protesting at the attempted movement, feeling warm breath against her belly and four hands stroking her sides and thighs. Her fingers clenched, and then she screamed as a sharp nip came down on her aroused, sensitive clit!
For an instant, the pain was maddening - and then she gasped as her loins suddenly burned with a level of desire even heat had never induced in her before. She struggled abruptly in her cuffs, trying to bend over and get her tail in the air, thought of anything but slaking the burning in her sex leaving her mind.
As quickly as it hit, the urge departed, and Kerra moaned at the sensation of a silken rope sliding between her legs. That, too, transformed itself, making a tight pinching feel on her labia, only to then become an impossibly deep genital kiss, then morphing into a sharp tingle that made her whine. She was starting to feel slightly lightheaded and euphoric when she heard her earflap open again.
"Pleasant, isn't it, Kerra? A tiny, tiny bit of my poison, right to that delicious stub of red flesh, and the effect concentrates itself right there. Not wholly, certainly. Blood will circulate. But I believe you'll find that the most intense sensations come from that area." A hand ran down her chest, and she murred, then shivered at an icy feel between her thighs.
"This, too, Kerra, is a form of bondage. Chemical bondage, helplessness before your own body's reactions. I can feel your desire, girl... You recognize it. You covet it. You're a very good girl, Kerra, and I'm going to enjoy you."
Kerra screamed again into the zipped-shut muzzle of the hood, time seeming to slow down to a crawl as impossible waves of pleasure crested through her sex. The spider-Mistress bent and pressed her mandibles to Kerra's left nipple.
Emerson was starting to feel weak in the knees. His arms were holding out from the push-ups, but that feeling of a tight snatch around his cock was making it hard to not let his muscles relax in surges of afterglow. He was murring on the canine-shaped dildo in his mouth, tail wagging above his rear, when finally the earpiece buzzed again with new orders.
"Set up the pole in the socket on the floor. Pick up the dildo and place it in your mouth, holding it there with lips and tongue only. Place your back against the pole and cross your arms behind it as though bound to it. This position is Kneeling Suck. The exercise is for your lips and tongue. You will carefully let the phallus slide out of your mouth, then pull it back in. You will treat the sex toy as you would your own Master's penis; any use of teeth will be punished harshly.
"If you drop the toy, you may bend down and retrieve it. Until it is back in your mouth and has been successfully worked back and forth five times, the Stick will stay in whipping mode. You must move the base of the toy at least two inches on each movement to count."
Emerson found the pole simple to put up; the socket was deep enough to simply put the metal rod upright and it then stayed in place, unless he pulled it up again. Still facing the screen, he pushed the dildo back into his mouth, holding it there. His ears flicked and his cheeks heated again as the screen's display showed him a smiling version of himself bound with cuffs to a pole, sucking on a lion standing before him, with Master Spots standing to the side collecting money.
The tod fox grunted, carefully trying to push the plastic toy out with his tongue a short ways, then tip his head to slide it back. The Stick snapped down one gripping arm on his rear and he yelped. The earpiece informed him, "You must keep your head down, retaining the appropriate posture. Your Master will not be so flexible as to permit you tip tilt your head upward while he remains erect."
Emerson mrmmphed, somehow managing to hold onto the toy, and lowered his chin, angling his face down again. With a combination of suction and working with his lips, he managed to pull the dong back up. It was quickly tiring to lips and tongue, but he persisted, concentrating on the toy; it couldn't be *that* hard! He'd seen Kerra do the trick dozens of times when she wanted to be flirtatious at him - the vixen was a positively evil witch when it came to making him envy a popsicle when she got horny.
To say *nothing* of when she decided to suck the filling out of a Twinkie...
He gasped in startlement as he came, hips jerking and a barrage of pleasure blasting him. The toy fell from his mouth, and he promptly yelped and dove for it as the Stick set to whipping his backside rapidly, snapping thin stiff arms across his fuzzy behind. He'd been so busy concentrating on doing it right, he'd not even realized he was so close to orgasm!
He tried too fast to get the five strokes in to rescue his backside from the sharp snappings of the Stick's legs and dropped the shaft again. He groaned and grabbed for it, rocking in discomfort but knowing far better than to reach back and try to protect his poor caned behind. Sliding the warm, saliva-slick dildo into his mouth, he carefully worked it back and forth again five times. One last snap, and then the stiff arms simply gripped at his rear again.
"Oh, that looks like fun!" came a chipper voice from behind Emerson, a hand reaching in to scritch his ears. His eyes widened and his back stiffened; Master Spots had to be seeing the same picture on the screen, seeing his digital self pimping out Emerson's electronic image's mouth. Emerson whimpered slightly as spotted fingers reached down to tug the dildo from his jaws.
A pair of spotted-fur thighs came forward, with a red, erect shaft above their intersection. "Keep going, Emmy!" giggled the dalmatian, and with a resigned groan, Emerson took his tip into his mouth. It tasted of his musky pre and of a female's taste - evidently he'd been busy. Two gentle hands came down to pet Emerson's ears, reinforcing his fur-shrouded blush.
"You're not even tied up," the excitable canine murmured to him. "You're such a good boy, doing all this just because you're told to. You learn very fast. You should get a reward for that!" Emerson whined again, but his balls were drawn up tight and his cock was throbbing; he couldn't pretend that he wasn't getting off on it.
His head bobbed slowly up and down, and Master Spots cooed to him, "None of that, now! Just like you were doing in the exercise! Tongue and lips, all tongue and lips!" Emerson grunted, but began doing what he'd done before. The other male rocked his hips with Emerson's tugging, thrusting cooperatively, going deeper than Emerson had willingly brought the toy.
Emerson closed his eyes and moaned as his tip erupted in another sharp spray of his musky fox-seed, dripping back down his length inside the bright orange Carrot's warm grip. Master Spots giggled and abruptly withdrew himself from his fox's mouth. "Well! You *are* a good boy!" he praised him, stiff member waggling freely. "Let's go take you to that reward right now!"
Emerson rose to his feet, pulled by the collar, and came stumbling after Master Spots on tired legs. A whistle-blast stopped them both, though, and they turned back to look at the elephant at the front of the room. Emerson suddenly realized why he hadn't said a word - he was mute! The pachyderm gestured at Emerson's arms and Master Spots giggled. "Oh! Of course! Emmy, be a dear and pull off all Master Trunks' gear before we go. I'll help!"
Emerson wasn't able to react fast enough - by the time he was reaching to do it himself, Master Spots was groping him gleefully, tugging off the straps and clips. Emerson couldn't help groaning; somehow every casual brush of Master Spots' hands was making his pulse pound in his ears. Master Spots laughed aloud when he pulled open the Carrot, dripping inside with Emerson's spunk, just in time for the fox to emit a further surge.
"Have a taste!" teased Master Spots, holding the opened toy up to Emerson's muzzle. He hesitated, and Master Spots promptly prodded, "Big lick, or I keep this for your dinner tonight!" Emerson groaned again, but stuck out his tongue and ran it through the hollow in the middle of the toy, tasting his musky spooge. Master Spots winked, lifted it up, and proceeded to take three matching licks of his own before setting it down and taking Emerson by the collar again.
"All right, now we go!" he declared, pulling Emerson from the room. He shut his eyes before going into the hallway, too; evidently the bright lights were a constant and the trainers simply knew the layout. That, or they had sunglasses nobody ever saw, or secret back routes. They stopped at one point and Emerson found himself outfitted with a large ball gag, then headed into another classroom.
Inside, Kerra was standing at the front of the room, wearing a heavy leather hood over her head. Her arms were bound to the overhead track, a spreader bar was holding her legs apart, and her thighs were wet with her own vaginal fluids. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her knees were shaking, and the air was rich with the scent of her pleasure. Emerson's breath went out and his shaft pounded.
The spider-Mistress was strolling through the rest of the class while the remainder of the poison did its work on Kerra, keeping her bucking and whimpering. A dozen slaves were kneeling on the floor, facing each other in pairs. They were clearly the ones from the Advanced Masturbation class earlier, but not all of them - these, then, would be the ones who had to take remedial lessons.
Master Spots sat down on a chair at the back of the room and pulled Emerson into his lap, rubbing his erection against the fox's tail. "Cute little Kerra's been putting on quite a show," he said cheerfully, hugging around Emerson's waist to grip his cum-slick shaft. "For a grand finale, everyone in the room is going to fingerbang her one more time, and then after all the others leave, we'll let her watch you do her last!"
Emerson murred. Master Spots laughed. "You're a good little sharer, aren't you? Or just a voyeur. I can't blame you! She's a hot little thing. Lift up, sweetie, I'm going to see if you're still all loose!" Emerson mrmmphed, but pushing himself up slightly.
Master Spots adjusted himself, then pulled Emerson back down, driving his shaft up into Emerson's rather sore, loosened rear end. He giggled. "Oh, dear! You'll have to train hard if *that's* how much you got stretched out just from your first day! Don't worry, honey, we'll teach you to relax first so you can get all tight again when you're done!"
Emerson murred into the ball gag. Master Spots' thumb stroked his tip, making him arch his back, and then he groaned again as the grip shifted to rub at his balls. The first slave stood to go practice on Kerra.
Kerra was starting to sag again, the tiny dose of venom having spent its force inside her. The slave, a mare, reached down, and Kerra could tell the fingers were less sure of themselves, not to mention distinctly blunter than the spider's. She moaned, arousal pumping still through her at the understanding that she didn't know who was playing with her, couldn't do anything about it anyhow, and probably would never find out just who it was who was perpetrating such wonderful delicacies upon her body.
Emerson almost came on the spot, watching his favorite vixen so visibly responding, pressing herself into the mare's touch. His breath wheezed around the gag as he shook, seeing her so clearly lost to her pleasure in front of the class. His groin hurt, he was so stiff, and he bucked into Master Spots' grip.
Master Spots stiffened behind Emerson, then moaned softly in his ear, but the fox felt no tell-tale surge inside himself. "I teach control too, Emmy," came the pleased whisper in his ear. "When you get good at it, you know how to orgasm without ejaculation if you want to, so you stay ready." Emerson couldn't reply, a miniscule movement of Master Spots' finger taking his breath away even if he could speak.
The mare's fingers made Kerra buck twice before the spider-Mistress gestured. She knelt and kissed the vixen between the legs warmly, and Kerra's head rolled in pleasure. The equine rose and put her hands into the overhead track and was walked from the room, leaving Kerra wet and breathing hard, alone again.
A tiger followed next; he, too, easily worked two climaxes from the chemically-supported, overstimulated vixen, then knelt to kiss her privates. He stayed there much longer than the mare had, though, and Kerra's head tossed far more wildly. His sandpapery, strong tongue ground across her netherlips in slow, teasing strokes, and he tasted her flow fresh before he rose to be taken away. Emerson came so hard he almost jerked himself out of Master Spots' lap.
A dalmatian girl stepped to the front of the classroom next. Master Spots giggled in Emerson's ear. "That's my girl! That's my Ellie! She's learning to be a good slave-girl for her 18th birthday present. When she's twenty-one, she gets to learn to be a proper domme!" Emerson grunted, ears flicking - Master Spots was getting off watching his own naked daughter? He then grunted again as the grip on his shaft tightened and a hot spill splashed inside his rear, giving a very conclusive yes to that question.
Kerra moaned into the hood as the next hands stroked at her stretched belly. The first two had been irresistible, but she'd noticed that they did exactly the same thing. And while she was absolutely going to demand Emmy learn the trick, she was wondering how many times it was going to be done to her in a row. She was therefore surprised when Ellie changed tactics; Kerra squealed at the sudden intrusion of two fingers under her tail!
Emerson rocked in Master Spots' lap, groaning in lust. Kerra squirmed as Ellie set her hand between the vixen's legs and began working her fingers inside together. All class long, the main activity had been to Kerra's exposed bits; she moaned anew as Ellie started stretching her out with a fisting, complete with those two fingers working her ass.
Ellie worked three shaking orgasms from Kerra's bound form before rising; rather than taste the fruits of her labors, she took the vixen's nipple in her teeth and lightly sucked on it. Only then did she, without a backward glance, turn and lift her arms to be taken from the room. "She's a good girl, too," Emerson heard. "She makes a proud slave, though, always showing off."
Three more students of the advanced class stepped forward and proved to an exhausted Kerra, each time, that she had one more climax left in her, then another. Her head was swimming and her stomach was cramped from convulsing so much, but the pleasure just kept coming and coming. It was with profound relief she sucked on the straw that was inserted into the corner of her mouth, the hood opened just a crack to allow it while giving her a brief respite.
It only lasted a few minutes, though, and then the last six slaves had their turns. It was almost anticlimactic; Ellie was the only one who dared to deviate from the day's lesson and try something different, so Kerra went through six straight repetitions of the same sequence of caresses, with subtly varying degrees of proficiency. She was sufficiently beyond control, though, that each was able to wring exhausted mewls from her throat and at least a cursory buck.
Finally, though, the last of the Advanced Masturbation students had filed from the room. Master Spots gave Emerson a firm push. "Up you go! Now you go up there and give her one more," he ordered. Emerson had fallen to the ground, wincing and rubbing his rear; once again, Master Spots had roughly pulled out without letting his knot subside enough, and his poor tailhole was screaming at him.
His face flushed as Master Spots giggled, watching him walk bowleggedly up to the front of the room, but he kept going. The spider-Mistress folded her arms to watch. His hands reached out and gently ran down his mate's sides, feeling her soft fur with splatters of cum hardening in it. He carefully flexed his fingers, crumbling some of it away, knowing her vanity.
He loved the way she looked. Clean or coated, it didn't matter. He bent, nuzzling her just beneath the breasts, letting his ears brush at her nipples, and heard her murr inside her hood, recognizing his touch. He kissed her stomach softly, then reached up and opened the hood, sliding it from her head entirely.
"Hey, babe," he murmured to her, kissing her lips. "Still having fun?" She craned her neck to kiss back, her lips left with some reserve of strength still. "Yes, Emmy," she wheezed out.
He kissed her again. "These two want to see one more, babe. You did great." He shifted his hands, reaching up to gently run his fingertips along the rim of her ears, and she murred tiredly into his cheek, nuzzling close. "Attagirl..."
Kerra felt like she'd run a marathon; she knew she'd never had so many orgasms before so quickly. She was pretty sure she *couldn't* have had so many before, not without the aid of the drugs they'd all been given to keep them impossibly randy. She could barely get her tail to twitch, but she was still wet.
Keeping one hand at her ear, Emerson began slowly stroking at her with two fingers, just barely nudging into her worked-loose folds. She purred quietly, the attention to her ears washing away her thoughts and aches, letting her simply enjoy the moment's pure physical pleasure. He knew her body well and knew how to wring reactions from her; in more relaxed circumstances, he would have enjoyed building her up and taking her to the edge of release several times before finishing her off, but with her so spent, he was afraid she'd pass out before he finished.
He felt her body twitch and withdrew his hands, taking her against him in a loving hug, murring against her cheek. She moaned softly and nuzzled him.
"Stay just like that," came the command from the spider-Mistress. Emerson mrmmed and looked up, while Kerra kept her cheek pressed in exhaustion to his shoulder. "You two have a demerit to work off. That pose will do nicely. Hold still." She produced a two-foot length of tightly-woven web and gave it a flick, letting it snap against her palm.
Master Spots giggled and called out, "Can I have one, honey? I'm afraid I didn't bring anything with me." The spider-Mistress shook her head, but in amusement. "That's Mistress Silk, not honey. If you're hoping I'll tie you up and punish you again, you know full well you've built up too much immunity to my venom. A dose enough for you to notice would be too much." But she tossed him a matching length of silk.
Kerra hardly noticed; she was beginning to fade in and out. But Emerson wasn't nearly as overworked, so he was fully aware of Master Spots pulling his tail up in one hand, carefully lining up, and... Emerson yelped, while Kerra barely moaned as the two lashes snapped down simultaneously on a pair of bared vulpine rears!
"One! Two! Three! Four! Five!" counted the two trainers together - though they lost synchronicity at the end, when Master Spots bent down to plant a firm smooch on Emerson's sore, striped behind and added, "And a kiss to make it all better! Now, hands up, Emmy, time to head off to the next class!"
Emerson lifted his arms, fitting them with growing familiarity into the cuffs on the overhead track; Kerra was already hanging from hers. Mistress Silk removed the spreader bar from the vixen's legs, letting her hang limply, and the track drew them from the room. Kerra's feet slid along the floor, unable to get them under her, while Emerson walked.
Listening hard in the overlit hallway, over the sound of her dragging feet and his footsteps, Emerson could hear the ghost of a murr from Kerra.