Diary of a Sex Slave - My introduction
This is part one! Enjoy!
Diary of a Sex Slave - My Introduction
Not too long ago, a section of farmland just north of a major European city collapsed without warning. Upon inspecting the hole in the earth, the farmer and his wife were surprised to find a room. After long investigation, authorities declared that they had discovered a massive underground complex large enough to house thousands of individuals, although it had been deserted for decades. For the longest time they were puzzled as to what this massive structure was used for, not mention how it had existed for so long without their knowledge.
This ignorance continued until, amongst the withered, dead foliage in what once must have been a beautiful garden they discovered a small, ornate wooden box. Its opening revealed a collection of fragile pages bound together with string.
Written upon the pages in a tiny, spidery script was a tale that intrigued and amazed... It was the story of a single inhabitant of the mysterious structure that would later become known as the Household.
_My love, my dear, beautiful love...
How little time we had to spend together! If only we had met somewhere else, we could have been so happy. Despite all the hardships I went through, that we went through, my only regret is that we were not allowed to share more time with one another...
And that is why I write this diary. For you, so that you can understand better the woman that you fell in love with, and that fell in love with you also. I write also for others, those in the world that we were taken from, in the hope that something of our love will escape this place even if we do not.
I will start from my first moment of consciousness within the household. I will spare no detail, for I want to hide nothing from you. I want you to know me intimately, as my lover should, and I am not afraid to share this with you for I know that nothing I could write could make you love me any less._
_The fight towards consciousness was a long and hard one. It was as if I was on the floor of an endlessly deep sea, striving towards the light through inky black water. But for hours and hours the darkness enveloped me completely. I swam in this darkness for what seemed like forever, seeing nothing but the faintest of light through the dark waters, hearing nothing but the booming of the water in my ears.
Eventually I recognised a voice, echoing and distant as it seemed, one that seemed to be calling to me...
Then suddenly the darkness was expunged by a sharp, stinging pain on my cheek.
Raising my head slightly, I opened my eyes with a moan. The light was intense; forcing me to keep my eyelids almost completely closed. I felt drunk, my thoughts coming like treacle; my vision blurred the scene before me like an out of focus photograph.
I thought I could make out a figure standing before me.
The figure spoke. "Ah, finally awake I see. You've been keeping us waiting."
I blinked hard, trying to clear my vision. It improved, but only slightly, allowing me to make out that the figure before me was a tiger male, dressed simply in a black shirt and pants.
"Where am I?" I said, finding that the loudest voice I could muster was a barely audible whisper.
"It is not where you are that is important, but what you are." Came the reply. "You are a slave, you belong to the Master now."
I raised my head a little more, shaking my head. "What... What are you talking about...? I'm not a slave..."
In disbelief, I tried to step away from the man before me. I then discovered two things that disturbed me even more greatly than the tiger's strange words...
Firstly, I was unable to move.
I managed to bully my body into permitting me a quick glance to my left and right, seeing there that I was tied between two upright poles. Attached to the poles were four lengths of rope, two binding my wrists high above my head so that my arms were outstretched, two more pulling my ankles apart so that my limbs formed a cross.
The second revelation was that I was naked. During my drug induced (or so I assumed) slumber, someone had taken all my clothes from me. My stomach sank as I imagined an unknown stranger peeling away my clothes one by one, leering at my nakedness as he revealed it. Who knows what other indecencies he had inflicted upon me, as I lay unconscious?
The tiger stepped forwards, his powerful hand wrapping around my jaw and lifting my head roughly, making my head swim dizzily. His orange eyes burned into mine as he spoke to me in a low, rumbling voice.
"Do not pretend that this is not what you wanted. We know you, my dear, and we know that you craved a master... We know."
Dropping my jaw, he smiled to me, launching into a speech that chilled me to my very core. He knew everything about me, related my 22 year life story in such intimate detail...
He knew that I was born to a wolf father and a fox mother, he knew their names.
He knew that I had been an excellent student through primary school, though my teachers remarked that I seemed to lack self motivation and that in group projects I tended towards letting others take charge.
He knew that in high school the exoticness of my hybrid, my wolven build with reddish fur and fiery red hair made me popular.
He knew that though I'd had boyfriends, my relationships had been short and purely sexual in nature, dying out after the thrill of a new partner ended.
He knew that I'd been to college twice, each time dropping out in my second year as my interest in my chosen subject waned.
He knew how at the video rental store at which I was currently employed I allowed my boss use me as his sexual toy.
He even knew how I'd sneak bondage tapes out of the adult section at the end of my shift, and how I'd watch them alone in my apartment at night, a pillow over my mouth so the neighbors would not hear my cries of pleasure as my fingers worked my clit.
"You see..." He continued, smiling to me knowingly. "We know you. You had no direction of your own, you were crying out to have your freedom taken from you. Now someone else owns you, makes the decisions that you would not make for yourself, and you will be happy here... Welcome to the Household."
I was struck dumb. My body burned with shame... I knew that what he said was true. I had felt lost ever since high school ended. I had no idea where my life was going. I had worked in that video store for the past year with just the vague idea that it was just a stepping stone on my way to... where?
I was most ashamed of how I'd allowed myself to be used by my boss... Thought fat and sweaty, not to mention married, he was strong willed and forceful. I had reported to his office every morning and bent over his desk, allowing that overweight, sweating bull to fuck me like a piece of meat. I would have been there even without the threat of being fired if I refused him.
The tiger turned from me, apparently losing interest in me as he motioned to someone beyond the pool of light in which we were bathed. Light flooded the room gently, allowing me my first real look at the room in which I was restrained.
I saw that we were not alone. Far from it in fact. On each side of me were rows of seats packed with males and females of every species and race. They were beautifully dressed, the men in suits and tuxedos, the women in dresses and gowns of exquisite colour and texture. I flushed with embarrassment under their unrelenting, impersonal gazes, longing to fold myself up on the floor to hide my body from them. Restrained as I was though, this was impossible, and I could nothing but avert my gaze and endure their collective stares.
The tiger stood before them and bowed theatrically like an actor on a stage. Very much like one indeed, as I got the impression that this was a performance he knew well.
"Honourable Lords!" He called, "Honourable Ladies! The Master is pleased to present for your approval the newest of his acquisitions! The slave before you is a hybrid between wolf and fox of considerable sexual experience and skill, though at this time her talent extends only to males."
I started in surprise as the frame to which I was attached began to slowly revolve. The Lords and Ladies, as the Tiger had called them, began to applaud politely, as if I was a new art piece being unveiled.
The Tiger would pace around me as I turned, gesturing to me as he described me to his audience.
"The slave, as you can see, possesses a beautifully formed body, with a smooth, soft coat of a most exotic burnt red. Her breasts are of size 38C, and are firm and supple."
I shuddered inwardly at this... So he had touched me... Or someone had.
"The slave, Lords and Ladies, has a most pleasing form, in particular the swell of her hips. Should the Master wish to have her bred she will no doubt bear strong offspring."
He stopped at this, turning to the crowd with a sly grin. "In fact, I may just request that I be allowed to breed her myself!"
The crowd chuckled, bringing a pleased smile to the face of the Tiger as he continued.
"All in all the slave is, I feel, a wonderful addition to our collection, and will no doubt be bringing much pleasure and satisfaction to those of you who choose to use her."
He stopped then, that grin once more crossed his lips, and he looked into my eyes... "Now.... Would anyone like to sample her?"
I stiffened, my eyes widening. This couldn't be happening! It was like a dream, or perhaps more like the fantastical settings of the videos I used to steal from work... But I heard the murmur from the crowd, saw them speak quietly to one another, leaning towards their companions and discussing me in low voices, their lustful gazes roaming my slowly revolving form.
My pulse raced as a few started to show interest, some even getting to their feet... No... This could not happen!_
"I will try her!"
_This powerful voice of command called from the far corner of the hall. Upon turning and identifying the owner of the voice those who had stood sat, grumbling quietly.
From the corner of the room a woman strode towards me... Her lovely form drawing admiring gazes from many in the crowd. She was a feline hybrid; tiger, leopard and even jaguar discernible in her, her walk conveying the agile strength of all those breeds. She wore a floor length silk dress that I envied her for even in my current predicament. It was coloured light blue to match her fur, exotic black markings spotting her bare arms and shoulders. Her body was uniformly this light blue, though it paled in a lighter patch that began from the top of her chest just below her collarbones and extended down over an impressive bust. I imagined this pale patch continued all the way to her stomach, though slits in the dress revealed to me that this light patch did not reach as far as her thighs.
"Lady Corliss!" The Tiger called to her respectfully. "You wish to sample this slave?"
The lady strode up to me confidently... My eyes were drawn to her paws, in which she held a long black whip, coiled up tightly.
She was staring into my eyes, a small smile on her face, and I found myself looking back into her ice green eyes, framed as they were by hair of a deep blue. I was searching her eyes for her intentions towards me, though I feared that I knew all to well what was to be done to me.
Without warning she took my jaw in her paw as the Tiger had done, pressing her lips to mine.
I drew back, disgusted. I had never found another woman attractive, never so much as considered the slightest experimentation with my own sex, even during the wildest days of my college and high school years. Her unwanted kiss sent a shudder of revulsion through me, giving me a strong urge to wipe my lips on the back of my arm.
She broke the kiss, dropped my jaw and struck me across the cheek with a slap that echoed through the hall, snapping my head to the side. My cheek instantly bloomed with pain, bringing tears to my eyes and making me gasp. Grabbing my jaw once again she brought her lovely face inches from mine, eyes burning fiercely.
"Don't you dare deny me whore, you understand?"
She pressed her lips to mine once more, kissing me so hard it hurt. I did not pull away this time, but I did not return her kiss either, shuddering inwardly. My inaction earned me another resounding slap, this time on the other cheek, and I found that face before me once more.
"Return my kiss whore!" She cried angrily, her eyes burning. I was afraid of those eyes...
I dared not allow her anger to continue to build.
She kissed me again with a fierce roughness, making me moan uncomfortably, tears in my eyes. My cheeks burning with the memory of the pain she'd inflicted upon me, I returned her kiss. Though my kiss was full of reluctance and empty of passion this seemed to satisfy her, and when she pulled away there was a little blood on my lip, and she was smiling.
"Good, you're learning." She murmured, stroking my cheek almost affectionately with one paw.
I could not meet her gaze... My body burned with humiliation and I could feel the gaze of each and every person in the crowd crawling over my skin like spiders. I hated them all then, but I was afraid. I had never had much of a tolerance for pain, and I didn't want to feel another of those stinging slaps across my cheeks.
Lady Corliss stepped back, uncoiling the whip, letting it dangle across her shin, smiling to me coolly. My eyes were locked on the tail of that wicked looking instrument. I couldn't look away, for I knew what was going to happen next.
Lady Corliss spoke, both to the Tiger and I as she slowly moved around behind me, taking her time, tormenting me with anticipation.
"Let's see how she reacts to punishment, shall we?"
Looking over my shoulder I could see her excitement as her finger found a hidden button on the handle of her whip. From the end of it came the familiar crackle of electricity, a sound that made me start to pull at my bonds, my eyes wide.
"No, please!" I cried, but no amount of begging would have caused this woman to hesitate even a moment, and I knew it. Her eyes burned bright with excitement as she brought back the whip in an easy, practised movement, and struck me for the first time.
The whip was a wonderfully constructed instrument, designed to provide a stinging pain without causing any real damage and to arouse rather than injure. And so it did with me. I felt the leather bite into the flesh of my back, felt the tip strike me a split second later, sending a jolt of electricity through me that made my whole body spasm. I cried out, tears springing to my eyes once again.
Another stroke would hit me, this time across the soft flesh of my rump, the jolt surging through me, jolting the tears from my eyes to roll down my cheeks.
All at once I felt the softness of silk against my back, felt Lady Corliss reach around my body to grope at my breast, squeezing at it roughly, the slight pinch she gave my erect nipple sending a shiver right down to my clit.
"Mm, she's so responsive..." She purred huskily, her breath hot against my neck. "I adore the way she squeals."
The tiger, who had been watching my abuse with a grin, moved to the frame as Lady Corliss released me. As she struck my rumpcheeks with her whip over and over again he threw a tiny switch on the frame. It bent in the middle, forcing me to do the same, only stopping when my upper body was bent parallel to the floor.
Lady Corliss whipped me at an unrelenting pace, the whip biting into my ass, my back, my thighs. Over and over and over she struck me, making me cry out in pain with each harsh stroke. I thought it would never end...
Hoped it would never end.
Another stroke, another jolt of power made me squeal once more, and then the Lady's paws were on my rump. She was stroking me almost lovingly, admiring the red welts that she had made across my cheeks.
"Oh my you are a true delight my girl..." She said, moving a paw between my legs, making me attempt to writhe away from her. "And you're so wet!"
I realised with a start that she was right... I was horny. Hornier than I had ever been in my life. Though the humiliation I felt at being so humiliated and abused in front of so many people came an exhilarating excitement... Though I hated it, I loved it at the same time. Tied to that frame I tasted the same sweet submission that had me eagerly bent over my Boss's desk each morning, had me on my knees before any male who would treat me roughly... Though I would never have admitted it to myself if it had it not been forced upon me, I was born to submit, born to be the plaything of others and I knew that I had found my place.
Suddenly my body was gripped by a pleasure so intense it was painful. The Lady had taken the end of her whip and was rubbing its electrified tip directly against my clit! I writhed and bucked in an attempt to escape the needle-like tingle on my clit that was quickly overpowering me. Soon I was unable to fight, able only to hang there, my whole body shuddering, listening to my juices spatter quietly on the floor beneath me as they leaked from me, feeling the pleasure build and build and build....
And then she stopped.
I looked over my shoulder to see her grinning to me, stroking my sore rump as she spoke. "You want more don't you little slut?"
I did not reply, only blushed, my gaze falling again... I was so ashamed of myself, but I wanted more... More punishment, more pleasure, more pain.
She slapped my ass, making me squeal. "I said, you want more don't you, you fucking slut?"
"Yes..." I replied in a murmur.
She slapped my ass again. "Louder."
"Yes..." I said, tears of shame running down my cheeks.
She slapped again. "Louder!"
"YES!" I cried, knowing that everyone in the room had heard me, sobbing quietly to myself, so ashamed of what I'd been reduced to in front of all these strangers.
Lady Corliss placed her paw on my rump again, caressing me softly. "Every slave here is given a name." She murmured softly. "Your name will be Soumis, because you submit to me so readily and fully..."
She continued to speak, but I did not hear, for she had pressed the tip of her whip against my clit and I was instantly brought back to the throes of ecstasy. I was dimly aware of the fact that some members of the crowd were masturbating openly as they watched my humiliation. One female rabbit in the front row had her beautiful red dress hitched up around her waist, her legs opened wide as the middle fingers plunged roughly inside her over and over again. Her thighs shone with wetness and her eyes were half closed, locked on my nakedness.
We orgasmed together, that woman and I.
My body shuddered and jerked as she did, my breasts swinging below me as that sharp tingle brought me to climax, my juices flowing out of me to pool on the floor between my open legs. Lady Corliss never removed the whip from my spasming clit, perhaps intending to give me a second orgasm, but I was far too sensitive. I screamed and squealed at the unbearable sensation, writhing in my bonds until something seemed to snap inside my mind, and as I came again, blackness swallowed my mind once more._
_It must not have been long before I came to, probably only a minute or two, for when I opened my eyes little had changed.
Lady Corliss was standing before the crowd, turning to face each side of the room as she spoke. The upper part of her dress was pushed down around her waist, exposing her breasts to the crowd, yet she seemed to show none of the embarrassment that I had felt... Still felt.
"My fellow Lords and Ladies," She called to the assembled crowd. "It is obvious to me that this slave is far too precious to be sent to the Common Quarter! With your permission, I move that she be sent to the Lord's Quarter for the pleasure of The Master and for our pleasure too! All those in favour?"
The crowd erupted in a chorus of ayes, and with that my fate was sealed...
I was straightened, untied. I let my arms fall to my side and stood meekly awaiting direction... I was still far too scared to do anything but follow orders... And besides, my orgasm had left my body so weak that I was shaking on my paws.
Presently a Fennec fox came to me. She was a slave as I was, naked as I was, though she wore a white collar around her neck, holding one identical to it in her paws. She slipped it around my neck and secured it, giving me neither a glance nor flicker of emotion as she did so. She turned then and started to walk away from me.
"Come." She said as she walked.
I looked around the room hesitantly. Lady Corliss had her back to me, her dress restored, chatting to a pair of other women, and no one else seemed the least bit interested in me now.
I followed the fox, running a little until I caught up to her.
She led me from the hall into a long passageway of bare stone. At its end was an ornately carved door, decorated in gold leaf with a pattern of trees and vines. On either side stood two large males who were dressed identically to the Tiger that had displayed me to my new masters and mistresses. They both held rifles in their paws and had pistols on their hips. My guide told me that they were known amongst the slaves as Blackshirts, and they served as guards throughout the entire of the Household.
We passed through the doors and I was led inside the Lord's Quarter, the most affluent part of the household where the furres who owned and operated the household lived, and where I was to remain as their slave.
The hall into which we emerged was truly beautiful. It was expensively decorated with dark woods and shining brass, floors covered with a thick red carpet that felt wonderful against my paws as we walked. Through the hall walked the Lords and Ladies, as beautifully dressed as the ones who'd enjoyed my humiliation at the hands of Lady Corliss. They were always followed by at least one slave in collars of varying colours. My guide told me that the colour of a slave's collar denoted their duties within the Household and that a white collar such as the ones both she and I wore indicated that we were pleasure slaves. Apparently, though every slave was expected to serve sexually on demand, the white collars were the only ones who were solely intended for that purpose, and had no other duty within the Household other than to maintain their bodies for use.
The Fennec made her way down another long hallway and I followed, looking about curiously. We passed many other slaves this way, some in green collars, though most in black. All the black collars seemed to be performing some sort of menial task or another, so I assumed that a black collar indicated that the one wearing it acted as a kind of maid.
I watched as a Lord who sat in a comfortable chair leapt up suddenly as a tabby cat in a black collar who could not have been more than sixteen passed him, grabbing her around her waist. The tray she was carrying clattered to the carpet as she was forced against a wall, spreading her legs without a moment of hesitation. A moment later he was inside of her, fucking her with long, strong strokes that made her mewl and clutch him to her, and made my thighs quiver and burn hot. I longed to stay and watch them, but my Fennec guide motioned irritably to me, and I scurried after her, stepping carefully over the girl's fallen tray.
We walked on for a time, passing a great many Lords, Ladies and slaves, all who ignored me, eventually coming to another large, decorated door. This one was not guarded however, and my guide opened both doors wide after checking to ensure I was still following._
That was the first time I saw you.
_The doors opened to reveal a room full of plants and flowers, even trees, all bathed in the warm glow of artificial sunlight. It was colder in here that the rest of the house thanks to a clever artificial environment system that simulated a breeze and my nipples hardened at the sudden chill.
I knew that this was to become one of my favourite rooms in the entire house.
You were luxuriously laid out on the grass in front of the tall stone fountain, where a cherub endlessly spat water into a pool around its feet. You wore the white collar, same as me, and your yellow fur seemed almost golden in the false sunlight. You had the slender, agile form that all cheetahs enjoyed, and I felt a little envy as my eyes took in the sight of your breasts.
Though I was at least a cup size larger than you were, yours were undeniably beautiful. They were pert and firm with small, pretty nipples that emanated sensuality... Later I would discover how to nibble them in a way that made your back arch and your breath catch in your throat...
I was attracted to you even in that first glance, though at the time I thought it was simply because your kindness and warmth were obvious in your face. At that time I thought that I wanted you as a friend, but I know now that that was the first shift of balance that would topple my heart into a fast, yet deep fall into love...
I remember that as my guide pulled me after her you looked up at me and smiled.
I remember that when you did, my heart leapt into my throat._
But then I was being led away, and I lost sight of you as we made our way out of the room...
_Linked to the Garden by a short hallway was the dormitory. It was a lovely, much nicer than any apartment I had ever lived in. It was a long room decorated with the same wood and brass as the rest of the Quarter, lined with rows and rows of beds where slaves lay, sleeping, chatting, and laughing... Though all kept a chaste distance from one another. As my guide explained to me, relationships between slaves, even ones that were purely sexual, were expressly forbidden, with dire consequences should any be caught breaking this rule.
This barely registered with me, as I was straight then, or at least, I thought I was... I still don't consider myself a lesbian even now. I fell in love with you, that is all... The fact that you and I are both women is not important to me at all.
My guide led me to a bed, and I was told it was mine. There was no furniture around it, no place to store anything, since slaves did not have possessions, but the bed was warm and comfortable. I sat down on it, turning to thank my guide only to be greeted with her retreating back. I shrugged, looking around me instead.
The hall was full of chattering women of a variety of ages. There were middle-aged women as well as girls who looked to be just starting to develop into women. I was glad to learn later that slaves were not used sexually until their 16th birthday, but at the time their presence alarmed me.
Even here the Blackshirts were numerous, standing stoically up against the wall or marching slowly in the aisles between the rows of beds, inspecting us critically. I would later learn that there was no place save for the Lords and Ladies bedrooms where the Blackshirts did not watch us... It unsettled me at first, but eventually I would come to accept and even find comfort from their continued vigil over us.
As I sat and watched the other women around me I became aware that I was being watched in turn. A few beds away a tall grey leopardess stood with her arms folded across her breasts, glaring at me with outright anger, her tail swishing dangerously behind her.
She was beautiful certainly, at first glance. Those high cheekbones, that raven black ponytail, her body toned and sensually curved... But her violet eyes and the set of her lips were full of a cold cruelty that reduced her beauty to mere good looks.
I looked over my shoulder, sure that her anger must be directed at someone else, but there was no one. As I turned to face her she strode over to me, arms still folded, her hips swinging in what would have been a sexy way if her eyes hadn't been so full of hate.
She stopped in front of me, looking down at me as I sat on the edge of my bed as if I was an insect.... One that she was preparing to squash. I felt the fur start to rise on the back of my neck, and saw hers do the same, her tail puffing.
"So I suppose ya think ya hot stuff, do ya darlin'?" She drawled in a heavy accent that I couldn't quite place... It sounded American for sure, but I couldn't place it to a state.
I shook my head, a little confused... As far as I knew I had done nothing that could have offended even the most sensitive of furres since I entered the room. "No... I..."
She cut me off. "I was watching ya in the entrance hall... Actin' all miss innocent to put on a show for the Gentry," She sneered down at me, her nostrils flaring. "Gawd you need a shower girl, you stink of cunt."
I was shocked... No one had ever spoken to me this way! Well, no one but my ex-boyfriend. As well as a penchant for fucking me in the ass now and then he had loved to use the kind of dirty talk with me that would have earned him a slap from any other girl.
I had been pretty popular in high school, so I was never bullied. This kind of intimidation was completely new to me.
As I was trying to form a response, the leopardess leaned down, taking a pawful of my fiery red hair and pulling my head back roughly, so her snarling face was mere inches from mine. The room around us fell deathly silent as the other women turned to watch.
"Understand me ya pretty lil' bitch!" She growled to me. "No one begins in the Lord's Quarter. No one! We all came up through the Common Quarter, and that's where a common whore like you belongs!"
Her free paw reared back, coming down on my cheek with a forceful blow that knocked me to my side across the bed. The pain was excruciating! My cheek was already sore from my encounter with Lady Corliss just fifteen minutes before, and this leopardess had a slap like a prize fighter has a right hook.
I felt the mattress sag with our combined weight as she climbed onto the mattress with me, and then her paws were on my hips, pulling me to my knees. One paw slammed into the back of my head as she once again took a pawful of hair and pulled, causing me to cry out and tears to spring my eyes. She was pulling on my hair to force my rump back against her crotch, which she was grinding against me roughly in a feminine display of dominance.
As she humped her hips against mine she leant down, growling to me once again. "You're a common whore darlin', and I'm gonna be makin' sure ya know it until you're sent to where ya belong!"
I felt her weight shift once more, and, expecting another slap, I cringed beneath her with a whimper.
But the blow never came! When I looked up, Blackshirts surrounded the bed.
I felt the pressure on me from behind fall away as their arms wrapped under her armpits and she was lifted off the bed. When I turned onto my back they were dragging her off along the aisle between the beds..._
And then I saw you.
_You were standing by my bed, a genuine expression of concern on your pretty face. You sat down carefully on the edge of my bed, your paw resting on my shoulder. "Are you alright?"
I sat up, trying to appear as all right as I could, wiping the tears from my eyes on my forearm. "Y...Yeah." I stammered as I raised a paw to the back of my head, rubbing where the woman had so viciously pulled at my hair. "I'm fine... Who was that anyway?"
You grimaced, turning to watch the leopardess as the Blackshirts dragged her kicking and screaming towards the dorm entrance. "Her name's Candice. That's her slave name of course. She likes to tell people it's because she's sweet as candy on the inside and cold as ice on the inside..."
You hesitated here for a moment, a smile forming on your lips. "But I heard that it was just because the Lord that named her thought she looked like a stripper he once knew."
We both giggled then, and I felt myself relax a little for the first time that day. However, my eyes kept wandering the dormitory door, my brow furrowing in concern. I could hear Candice screaming abuse at the men that held her even from my bed on the other side of the hall.
You saw my expression and smiled softly. "Oh, she'll be punished. But don't worry about it, she's a favourite of the Master... She'll barely be punished at all," You said in your warm voice. "Honestly, if she wasn't so liked by the Master she'd have been disowned long ago."
I looked to you, puzzled. "Disowned?" I asked, immediately wishing I hadn't asked as you frowned.
"Disowned...," You said in a murmur, as if you didn't want anyone else to hear. "Well... We are all property of the Master... You should know that by now. So we enjoy a lot of protection as his property. If anyone 'damages' us, then they must answer to the Master."
You hesitated once more, those pretty hazel eyes taking on a distant look. "But, if we're disowned, then we are no-one's property... And if anything happens to us... There's nothing... No one..."
You broke off here, shaking your head slightly. "Well now, I don't want to terrify you on your first day here..." You giggled a little nervously, and I found myself joining in.
There was a pause here as our eyes found each other.
I found myself looking into your eyes, seeing the warmth and kindness that attracted people to you in them, seeing your lips curl into a slightly embarrassed smile as you realised I was staring...
I dropped my eyes, blushing beneath my fur. You seemed bemused, which made me feel even more self-conscious... But you were kind enough to try not to let me embarrass myself further.
You extended a paw to me, giving me that heart-warming smile that I'd come to adore. "My name's Amber. Because of-"
"Because of the way your fur shines in the sun." I cut in, embarrassing myself once again despite your best efforts.
I was relieved to see a pleased smile light up your face as you nodded. "Well... Yes! I'm flattered you noticed." You giggled again, taking my paw in yours since I had still not accepted yours. "And your name is Soumis I hear."
I nodded, shaking your paw a couple of times before I let it drop. "That's what Lady Corliss told me."
You nodded too, mming wisely. "Yes, well, if Lady Corliss says it's so, it's usually so."
I remember that I was looking at your back, watching the muscles move beneath your skin...For some reason the curve of your spine and the smooth flatness of your back fascinates me endlessly, and I'd spend hours sometimes admiring the way the muscles moved, tracing your spine from neck to waist with my fingertip as you slept.
I jumped as you turned around suddenly, climbing onto my bed.
Sitting on your knees you locked eyes with me and said. "Turn over."
I looked up at you questioningly, staying where I was.
You laughed, putting a gentle pressure on one of my shoulders. "Come on, trust me."
I did not resist, turning over to lie on my front, my shoulders tense and wary. It had not been a day that enforced trust in strangers. Even you were suspect, though only just so.
You ran your fingertips delicately over my back, sighing as you felt the welts beneath my fur that Lady Corliss's whip had raised. "Oh my, my, my..." You muttered... "She must have really taken a liking to you...."
I saw you motion to a bobcat across the hall in a red collar.... She nodded and made her way over, delivering to you a vial of liquid that you accepted from her with thanks.
You turned your attention back to me then, running your fingertips over the welts you'd found, murmuring gently to me as the sting made me tense.
"Sugar here is a nurse... She makes this wonderful ointment here... It should make your wounds sting a little less."
I hissed quietly as you poured some of the clear liquid onto my back. It stung badly, but thankfully it only lasted a few moments. We must have been there for half an hour, you chattering in your musical voice to me as you worked on my wounds even though I rarely spoke, finding myself inexplicably shy around you.
I will not say that you ministering to me so tenderly aroused me, because that would be a lie, but there was an energy that flowed through me when you were close to me that I couldn't explain. This little mystery kept me awake that night as I attempted to puzzle out why exactly I found myself blushing like a schoolgirl around you when I normally found conversation with others so easy.
Before you were finished, a Blackshirt found you. He did not speak, simply motioned to you with a jerk of his head, and you sighed, though you still smiled. You always smiled.
"Oh well..." You said, putting the cap back on the almost empty bottle. "Time for me to perform my duties it seems."
You slide off the bed, and I like to think that your paw lingered on me for a moment.
I turned onto my side, noticing that my wounds barely stung as I lay watching you walk away from me, suddenly feeling loneliness open up in me like a yawning chasm. This I did not puzzle over. The reason was clear... You were the first friend I had made since arriving in the household, and now you were gone.
I suddenly missed my parents, my sister, my ex-boyfriends... I even missed my Boss.
I found myself smiling as I wondered if he'd fired me yet. Oh well, he would be fine. I knew I wasn't the only employee he'd screwed upon that cheap, wobbly desk. In fact I'd often sat listening as my workmate and friend Becky, a human girl, gagged and spluttered as she earned her employee of the week bonus, had often stood just looking at the indelible stain that hundreds of combined fuckings between us had left on the chipboard.
Becki and I had only 'worked' together once in the year I'd been working there.
The disgusting old pervert had been so excited at the sight of both of us bent over his desk for him, hip to hip, our skirts raised and our underwear around our ankles as we surrendered our tender young pussies to his short, fat dick that he'd shot his load over the back of Becky's smooth, furless thighs in a couple of heartbeats.
Becky and I had sucked his cock clean and nonchalantly returned to work, but he had been so embarrassed that he'd never asked us to do it again. Becky and I had spent the evening at the coffee shop we always visited after work mocking his 'prowess' that evening, reduced to stitches as Becky mimed the horrified expression on his face as he had spurted his load onto her thighs._
_I smiled as I lay there... Those were good times. But now a new life had been thrust upon me and despite everything, I was excited about it.
I sighed, turning onto my side, burying my face into the pillow and closing my eyes. The dorm had quietened as I had daydreamed, and many of the beds were full with sleeping women.
I let my eyes wander over to the back wall. The Blackshirts were still there, watching over us as we slept.
As you sat on my bed with me you'd told me how the Blackshirts were forbidden from any sexual contact with the slaves of the Lord's Quarter, since we belonged exclusively to the Lords and Ladies. And to the Master of course. All slaves belonged to him. You had told me that the Common slaves weren't so privileged, and that they often awoke in the night to find a Blackshirt slipping into bed with them. I was glad to not have to worry about that.
I turned over again, rolling onto my front and turning the pillow so that it pressed against my body. Despite doctors telling me that sleeping on my front was bad for my back, I had never been able to fall asleep in any other position, and tonight did not seem like the night to change that.
I closed my eyes, the breaths of the other women in the beds around me strangely soothing. Though my mind raced, you chief among my thoughts, I felt relaxed and oddly at home with myself.
The Tiger's words in the entrance hall rang true with me... This was that life I was supposed to lead. I had no freedom, it was true, but I would have none of the responsibilities I had spent my life avoiding either...
Eventually my thoughts started to blur into nonsense and I slipped into sleep amongst the hundred or so women in the dorm, as you probably slept in the bed of one of the Lords or Ladies... Or were you still serving them then?
It makes me so jealous now to think of you with anyone but me, but that was the life we led. Neither of us chose it, but both of us loved it, for a time...
I slept soundly that night, and the morning would bring the start of my new life.
My life as an object... a thing... a piece of property... A precious piece of property, but property all the same.
The morning would begin my life of slavery._
_My second day as a sex slave was simple and uneventful compared to my first. The other women and I were awoken by the Blackshirts at 8 am, as we would be every morning to follow. I watched the others collect themselves before they went about their business and I, not knowing what I should be doing, attached myself to the largest group.
They led me into a long shower room covered in blue tiles, showerheads puncturing the walls at regular intervals. A sachet of gel was thrust into my paws by a nervous looking pantheress in a black collar, and I joined a few of my fellow slaves under one of the showerheads.
Watching them I learned that when exposed to water, the gel turned into thick, soapy foam, and I bathed myself then, listening to the others chatter around me. Every so often someone would speak politely to me, but getting up before my customary time of noon had left me in a sour mood, so I mostly bathed in silence.
It wasn't long before I noticed that most of the other slaves were leaving, so I hurried after, not wanting to be left behind. At the other end of the shower room was a long, narrow corridor that seemed to emanate heat from its very walls. Though I gasped as I first entered I found the warmth to be quite pleasant, and though the corridor could only have been 100 feet long or so, I was completely dry by the time I exited.
Upon leaving the heated hallway I turned back, watching as others walked through, shaking my head, amazed. I had heard that some rich furres on the outside had rooms such as these, but I never dreamed I would be using them... Not even in these extreme circumstances.
The pantheress from the shower room surprised me by stepping right across my field of vision. In one long stream of speech she informed me that she had been assigned to show me around the complex and demanded that I follow her... Before I could breathe, let alone talk, a guiding paw in the small of my back was sweeping me along!
I was taken on a whirlwind tour through the Lord's Quarter... I was shown the mess hall, where most of the women were already having breakfast. I managed to grab a sandwich before my restless guide swept me on and I ate it as we walked.
I was shown the exercise rooms, the kitchens, and the bedrooms of the Lords and Ladies, even the entrance (since we weren't allowed inside) to the part of the complex where the green collared slaves grew the food and collected the water that the whole Household lived on.
I was propelled through the rooms and hallways at a dizzying pace, and then all of a sudden I was brought back to the now almost empty mess hall and unceremoniously dumped by my guide. She explained in a mumbling flurry of words that she had more important things to do and that I should find everything else on my own.
I sat down at a table, feeling rather dejected... It seemed that the other slaves saw me as a nuisance, and were all too eager to be rid of me. All except that awful Candice... I had been trying to keep my mind off her jealousy filled attack, but I often found myself puzzling over why she felt so slighted by me. I had found out that it was not so rare for new slaves to be brought to the Lord's Quarter without ever being placed in the Common Quarter... So why me?
Having nothing better to do as far as I knew I began to inspect those few of my fellow slaves that were still in the mess hall. They were all white collars, which made sense, as white collars only duty was sex, and they were allowed to do as they pleased while they weren't performing this sole duty. Slaves of the other colours would already be about their tasks.
All the women here were undeniably beautiful. I envied some of them for their bodies... I knew that I was attractive but it was so easy to feel inadequate when surrounded by so many beautiful women.
My eyes lingered on one woman who stood with her back to me, casually leaning over the table as she chatted to her friends. She was human, her furless skin olive and tanned, thick brown hair tumbling over her back in curls that seemed... oddly familiar!
I let my eyes wander over her body, curious. She had a lovely ass, pert and firm looking, and I let my eyes wander over it until they dropped to those smooth, furless thighs...
Smooth, furless thighs that I'd seen once before, covered in my boss's thick, milky cum...
I stood up suddenly, amazed, the room falling silent at the loud clatter I made.
"Becky?!"
She straightened and spun around at the sound of my voice, her mouth agape in disbelief. She stood there for a moment, blinking her green eyes hard as if to see if I was some sort of illusion...
We started moving at the same moment, both making our way to each other in a half run, throwing her arms around each other and embracing, both of us sobbing like little schoolgirls.
I clutched my friend too me so tightly... If I had been forced to choose one other person to bring with me to this place, it would have been the very person who's shoulder I was wetting with my happy tears. Eventually she pushed me away from her, smiling to me happily as she wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Get off me you, your fur tickles like crazy..." she said.
I giggled happily, wiping away my own tears onto the back of my paw.
"I'm sorry I'm... Just so happy to see someone that I know..." I said, my voice wobbling, on the point of another little sobfest.
Becky smiled to me, placing her hand on my shoulder and rubbing affectionately.
"I already knew you were here." She said. "But... Well it's still so good to see you, you know?"
We hugged again, giving each others cheeks a sisterly kiss. I was so happy to see my friend again. Though I'd been in the Household less that two days, the massive change that had swept through my life in that short time made it seem like months since we'd last met.
We found a table to sit at alone, Becky's friends forgotten as we lost ourselves in the past, sharing memories with one another and laughing away the first hour like it was a minute. Even though we were sitting with each other naked, with matching white collars around our necks we chatted and teased each other just like we had on the outside, in our old lives. It was so good to see her!
Finally though, my curiosity got the better of me and I asked the question that I had been avoiding for the past hour.
"How on earth did you get here Becky?" I asked.
She grinned at this. "I'm not Becky anymore. We're forbidden to use our real names here, remember?" she said, folding one leg over the other, clasping her hands together over her uppermost knee. "My name's Silk now."
I wrinkled my nose, grinning. "Silk? Why?" I asked, giggling.
"Haven't you noticed?" She said. "It's because of my beyootyful smooth skin." She giggled, running a fingertip across the top of her chest in a display of comically overdone sexuality that made me giggle.
"Alright, I think I've seen enough of that...," I said, still grinning. "They call me Soumis here."
"Soumis?" She replied. "Suits you... It's French for submissive."
I raised my eyebrow... I hadn't known that, but the new knowledge sent a little tingle through me. So that's what Lady Corliss had meant back in the entrance hall!
Becky... or Silk as she was now known, continued, unfolding her legs and leaning back a little, folding her arms over her chest.
"Anyway... How I got here. It was our boss, Marc. I think he's some kind of like... recruiter or whatever."
My eyes widened. Now this was news... I hadn't thought of my boss as more than a slovenly pervert with a penchant for girls much younger than him. I didn't interrupt my friend though. This was a tale I wanted to hear in full.
"So, yeah, anyway. I was like, in his office... It was lunchtime," She rolled her eyes. "Usually he just hitches up my skirt and like, ploughs me on his desk... Did he do that with you?"
I nodded. He did it every time, without fail.
"Yeah I thought so... So anyway." She leaned towards me then, resting her elbows on the table, and I copied her so we were huddled together like sisters sharing secrets. Which in a way was exactly what we were.
"So, this time he like, makes me strip naked. And he's sitting in his chair as I get naked all like... Well you know how he is, all drooling and perving over me. Then when I'm naked, he gets his dick out and had me ride him as he sat right there in his chair."
I bit my lower lip... That was a sexy thought. I felt a little jealous... Why hadn't he ever had me do that?
"So I'm riding him, and just as I feel him cream inside me he sticks this needle into my ass!" Silk shrugged, smiling a little sadly. "I went out in like, a second..."
I nodded... The syringe that knocked out Silk must have been the same stuff that was in my coffee... I had taken one sip and passed out cold on the floor of the store.
She raised her arms, gesturing around the room with a grin. " And when I woke up I was in this fine place! I woke up in the entrance hall, got whipped like hell and taken to a dorm. Wham-bam, just like that, I'm a sex slave."
I smiled to my old friend, nodding. "Sounds almost the same as what happened to me... Although I think it was something in my coffee..."
Silk shrugged, pulling away from me, getting to her feet. "Mm, yeah..." She said, stretching as she rose. "Well I'm sorry sweetheart, but I've got a little work to do... You gonna be okay on your own?"
I smiled to her, nodding. "Of course... You go and do what you need to do." I looked up at her, hiding my disappointment behind my smile. Yet I could not be too glum. I was happy that Becky... no, Silk, was here with me. We had been such good friends on the outside, and I knew that I would be hard pressed to find a better person to help me through this jarring experience.
She touched my shoulder and walked out of the room. I watched her go with a little smile... I couldn't think of anyone better suited to a life of sex than her... With the exception of myself it seemed.
The rest of that day I spent in quiet relaxation. It seemed like nobody had much use for me at that time, so I spent most of the day lounging in the garden or in the dormitory, becoming gradually bored... Thankfully Silk's tasks, whatever they had been, were completed by the evening. We sat on her bed and told each other nostalgic tales of the outside world... It seemed to have been months since we'd been taken to the Household, rather than two short days... Though my time With Silk was as entertaining as ever, I found myself distracted...
For as I was wandering, I came upon a sight that disturbed and puzzled me greatly._
_As I aimlessly walked down one of the Households many long hallways, the sound of grunting came to my ears. Investigating I found that one of the doors that led to the barrack-like rooms where the Blackshirts slept was open slightly, and it was from beyond this door that the sounds emanated.
The Blackshirts all seemed to be large breeds... Horses, rhinos, Tigers... And a group of them were gathered around a single bed, naked to a man. Three of them were on the bed, all three grunting and groaning as their hips rose and fell, sweat pouring down their muscular backs and chests. It was only when a rhino with his back to me shifted position slightly that I could see the grey leopardess that was between them.
She was as sweaty as the men, lying on top of a large bull and taking his massive member deep inside her tailhole. He and the Rhino that filled her pussy were thrusting in and out of her alternately, and from the sounds she was making she adored every second. A massive Shire horse was at the head of the bed and the woman had her head thrown backwards. I could see him thrust his cock into her mouth, could see the bulge move up and down her throat as he facefucked her brutally. Others surrounded the bed, their members hard in their hands, masturbating steadily as they waited their turn. The femme's fur was sticky and wet on her chest, breasts and stomach where a few of the men had already left their seed, and it looked as though the horse in her throat was about to do the same.
He pulled out of her with a groan, moving himself so that his sac rested on the leopardess's face, preventing her from raising her head. He stroked himself firmly until thick ropes of horsecum spurted from him, spattering faintly against the already wet fur of her breasts.
As the Shire moved to make way for the next man, the leopardess lifted her head, revealing her face... A deep shock shuddered through my body... It was Candice!
Somehow she knew I was there... She was looking directly at me, her body rocking, breasts bouncing from the force with which she was being fucked... Two more men had taken positions either side of her, and she raised her paws to take each of their cocks her paws, stroking them firmly.
Then, with a smile that sent cold shivers down my spine, she winked to me...
I moved away from the door, rocked to my very core at what I had seen... It was forbidden for Blackshirts to have any sexual contact with slaves from the Lord's Quarter! What possible reason could they have for breaking this rule? And for what would Candice allow herself to be so brutally gangbanged? She knew the rules, she knew it was forbidden!
And that wink... Oh that wink... What could it mean?
I stepped away from the door and ran, drawing more than a few puzzled glances. I didn't care, I just wanted to be away from that oddly chilling scene. Eventually I found myself in the Garden once more and I thankfully collapsed on the cool grass, my chest heaving as I fought to regain my breath...
What could it mean?
I lay there mulling this over in my mind for a long while, but eventually the Blackshirts called for us to return to our beds, and the rest of my second day ended rather uneventfully compared to the hectic activity of my first.
The restful day and peaceful night would serve me well however, as tomorrow I would start my sexual training..._
_The sexual instruction room was a large, square hall with white walls devoid of feature, save for a large whiteboard hung on the wall nearest the door. The floors were covered with thick, blue matting of the type that could be found in any high school gym class, and it was upon those that we knelt. There were roughly 20 slaves there, Silk and myself amongst them. We were all white collars, and we were all kneeling before the whiteboard, in front of which our tutor stood.
Our tutor was an older male, a lynx, and a man with a definite air of authority. He was clothed in the simple black shirt and pants that the Blackshirts wore, though it was obvious that his station in the Household was much higher than theirs.
He walked steadily up and down in front of us, peering at us over his glasses, speaking to us in a voice that suggested that we were far from the first to receive instruction from him and that we would certainly not be the last.
"Greetings slaves, I am your tutor, Master DiMoss... welcome to my class." He began; stopping and standing before us ramrod straight with his paws behind his back, letting his gaze fall over each of us in turn. "You are all here to learn to perform your duties to the utmost of your ability! After all, you are white collars, chosen solely to serve sexually... We cannot have you performing as amateurs can we?"
"No!" He cried, making us all start in surprise. "You must be masters of the act of sex, you must be as to sex what Beethoven was to music, what Van Gogh was to art!"
At this point, a slender young zebra femme stood. She walked silently before DiMoss, getting to her knees before him. I was sure I could detect a hint of admiration as she gazed up at him, but before I had a chance to think on that, DiMoss continued.
He began to unbuckle his belt, looking down at the Zebra as he did so, smiling faintly. "We begin with an art that all of you should perfect, the art of fellatio." He said simply as those black pants dropped, revealing his flaccid member to us all.
I blushed deeply... There was something in the way he stood there exposed to us completely unashamed... The way he could do so without losing even a tiny part of that authoritative air that struck an erotic chord deep inside me.
"Lily, you may begin." Said DiMoss to the Zebra before him.
Without a moment of hesitation Lily obeyed. She began to nuzzle at that soft member, both hands rising to our tutor's crotch. I watched enthralled as she began to tease the flaccid member with soft kisses and licks, one hand caressing the Lynx's balls within his sac as the other roamed his thigh. DiMoss would soon be firming rapidly, though he showed no outward signs of excitement and would comment upon the Zebra's actions quite casually.
"Notice here..." he said, brushing some of Lily's hair away from his crotch so we could more clearly watch how she teased him. "Notice here how the slave builds her master up slowly, using gentle caresses and kisses to excite him."
I watched as Lily's lips parted and she took DiMoss's hard cock into her mouth, watched how she closed her eyes with a soft sigh, how she began to suckle on him softly... I watched the bulge move back and forth along her jaw as she let his cockhead rub against the inside of her cheeks...
She was incredible.
Up to that point, I had thought I was good at giving head. I had had plenty of practise after all.
My thoughts flashed briefly to my sister's eighteenth birthday party... I had enraged my sister by gathering a group of her male friends and taking them into my bedroom. There I had sat them in a row on the end of my bed and, one by one, I had drunkenly sucked each of their cocks in turn until all seven of them had blown their loads inside my warm, wet mouth. My sister had screamed at me afterwards, calling me a slut, a whore... I did not notice. I was far too pleased with my perceived skill.
Now, as I watched Lily as she started to suck in earnest, I knew I was a mere amateur.
I watched, my mouth open as that feline member slipped in and out of Lily's mouth, my thighs growing hot as I saw the bulge in her neck as she took him into her throat.
Panting heavily, squeezing my thighs together in excitement I watched as Lily pulled him from her mouth and took him in her hand, her lips parted wide, his cockhead an inch from her lips. I could not suppress a lusty groan as I saw spurt after spurt of creamy semen jet from that spasming cock into Lily's mouth, one thought running endlessly through my mind... I had to be that good. I had to be that good!
DiMoss was looking down at the Zebra, nodding in satisfaction. Lily was waiting there on her knees, her mouth open wide, her head tilted towards our tutor. Inside her mouth we could see DiMoss's seed on her tongue in a white pool, a tiny bubble slowly rising from the depths of the creamy liquid.
DiMoss had turned to us now, motioning to Lily. "Lily here is showing correct protocol, and you must all take note! If your Master chooses to cum inside your mouth, then you must wait for his permission before you may swallow!"
He turned to Lily and nodded to her, dismissing her with the words. "Very good Lily, you may swallow, then you may return to your other tasks."
Lily swallowed it all in one gulp, making me shudder... I couldn't wait to be used as she had been used, couldn't wait to serve as nothing more than a sex toy. I think it was then that I truly accepted my fate, and fully admitted to myself that I loved my new life...
As Lily left, a row of males entered. They were all naked and most of them were already erect... They filed in, grinning at us lecherously as they laid back on the mats behind us, sitting up to ogle our bodies from behind. I could feel their eyes on my rump and my back, could feel their eyes searching between my legs for a glimpse of my pussy. I was panting now, so aroused was I...
DiMoss, clothed once more, walked around us towards the young men, motioning for us to turn around and face them. Now I could see the gazes I could only feel before. Each pair of eyes that I noticed wandering over me sent a pang of need through me. My hips were moving, bucking softly of their own accord, my thighs squeezing together in an effort to bring some relief to my aching sex...
"These are the sons of Lords and Ladies throughout the Quarter." Called DiMoss. " They have volunteered to allow you slaves to practise your arts upon them."
My eyes were locked on the man directly in front of me. He was a stallion, so dark brown he was almost black... and he had a wonderful cock. It must have been ten inches long at least, ebony black with veins bulging on its throbbing shaft. My nostrils flared... I could smell its musky scent from where I was, the slightly bitter tang of maleness doubling my lust in a heartbeat.
DiMoss called for us to begin, and I found myself crawling towards the stallion on all fours, my breasts swinging beneath my chest as I moved. He was looking up at me, grinning excitedly, though I doubted it was possible that he could have been as aroused as I was in that moment. Trembling, I wrapped both paws around his shaft, squeezing it gently from base to tip, squeezing a clear bead of precum from the slit onto of his flared cockhead.
It was almost as though I was watching myself from afar, for I had very little control of my body as I pressed my tongue to that bead, moaning at the tasty sweetness on my tongue. I let my wet muscle roam all over that flat head, making my partner shudder beneath me as his member twitched, bringing me more sweet pre.
It was clear that we were both too excited to continue to tease. I wrapped my lips around that flare, working his shaft with both hands as I welcomed his cock into my mouth, moaning loudly at the taste of him. I pushed myself down on him until he hit the back of my throat, moving my uppermost hand to his sac, squeezing and caressing him as I had watched Lily do moments before.
As I began to work his shaft with my tongue, sucking him with lustfilled intensity, I opened my eyes...
Around me was an orgy of oral sex, the room full with moans, gasps and the wet sounds of cocksucking. Every single one of us had a dick in her mouth, suckling, slurping and licking at our assigned partner's members, each one of us focused completely on performing our duty as well as we could.
I noticed my friend Silk, as I had come to know her. She was leaning over a massively built bull, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a sexual gasp as he spurted his seed upwards onto her face, his spend dribbling quickly down over her smooth skin to drip back onto his stomach. The sight made my pussy quiver, and I returned my full attention to the Stallion just as I felt his veiny flesh start to tense.
"Over your face!" he called huskily, and I happily obliged. I pulled him from my throat, resting his shaft against my breasts, stroking his shaft firmly with both paws. I looked right into his eyes, barely able to wait the few seconds it took to bring him to climax.
His cum shot from him like a fountain, spurt after spurt landing on my cheeks, lips and throat. I moaned with delight, arching my back, my paws working his dick even as he shot his load onto my willing body. His last few spurts landed on my chest and breasts and there the flow ended... He gasped, looking up at me as I continued to work his shaft, though I did so more gently, nuzzling his cockhead.
I wanted to fuck him so badly. If not him...Anybody! I had worked myself into a sexual frenzy, and I needed relief!
I jumped as the lean figure of DiMoss appeared beside me, looking up at him to see him towering over me, looking down at my handiwork with a pleased smile.
"Excellent work Soumis, though a little... Rushed." He said, adjusting his glasses with one finger. "Good use of your breasts at the climax. Now, move on."
I was pushed away by the Stallion as he stood, all interest in me lost... Moments later a new male was before me, with a fresh cock, hard and waiting for me to hone my talents upon it's meaty flesh...
I moved forward eagerly, and took him in my mouth too._
_I sucked and screwed countless men in that classroom over the following month, learning to pleasure in every way imaginable. We fucked in every position imaginable, and I took men in my pussy, my mouth, my tailhole, between my breasts... I felt and tasted the seed of so many men whose names I never knew and whose faces I soon forgot, allowed strangers to do things to me that I would not have done with the closest of lovers...And I loved every second of it.
As we learned, DiMoss would occasionally come to us, slipping his cock between our lips or inside our pussies, giving a few quick thrusts before pulling out, criticising or applauding us on the skill with which we used our bodies. When we weren't fucking, we were learning to fuck, or doing repetitive exercises in order to strengthen muscles that we would use to bring even greater pleasure to our Masters and Mistresses.
It was in that classroom that I leaned to appreciate the unique delights of lesbian sex.
We practised on each other in our female sessions, pairing off and taking it in turns to bring each other to orgasm with our fingers, tongues or even toys.
My first partner was Silk. At first, it was awkward. After all, we had been friends for so long, and now we were performing the most intimate of sexual acts upon each other... By the end of our first session however we were both revelling in the ecstasies we brought to one another, and when we had finished for the day we found that our friendship had deepened somewhat, both of us admitting to a new sense of openness with each other. I even gained a liking for the smooth, furless flesh of the human girl.
As so often happens in these things, I found a group of women who I would regularly go to as my practise partners, and these women and I soon became friends as we sat and chatted during the short breaks we were occasionally allowed.
The first girl I befriended was the youngest in our group. She was a seventeen-year-old cat with short, smooth fur of a brilliant, pure white that had earned her the name Cream. That white fur and her blue eyes, always widened in a cutesy kittenish expression suggested an innocence that was totally false. This girl had a terribly dirty mind, one that even Silk and I were surprised by. We often found ourselves giggling in amazement as Cream would come out with shockingly inappropriate comments in response to the most mundane of topics.
The next woman was a rather taciturn lop-eared rabbit with a smoky grey coat and deep, brown eyes. She was called Kelly, apparently due to the fact that one of the Ladies who had 'welcomed' her to the household had owned a pet rabbit in her childhood of the same name and colour. She rarely spoke, but she smiled often and seemed to enjoy our company. We felt a sort of kinship right away, as it emerged that where I was straight and being forced to have sex with other females, she was gay, and forced to accept males as lovers. She was my most experienced of my partners, and she taught me to nibble, kiss, lick and even gently tug on a woman's netherlips in a way that would have even the pickiest femme begging for more. The sex we shared was always the most intense, her talented tongue bringing me orgasms of such torturous pleasure that even the best of the males could not match.
Last was Mishar, a wolfess who had been slow to warm up to me at first. Once we got talking however, we discovered that against all odds, we'd actually gone to the same high school, though she had been in the year above me. This tiny little revelation seemed to open up the gates of friendship between us, and DiMoss had been forced to give us a cuff about the ears to get us to stop chattering and return to our studies. Her body was covered in tribal tattoos, which she told me were the female variant of her pack's markings, though the rule against us revealing our true names kept her from telling me which pack she was a part of. Her pack had taught her to play flutes and she'd made one herself from bits she'd found around the Household. Though possessions were forbidden to slaves she had managed to keep hold of it, even though she often played to us in front of the Blackshirts. It seemed that after hearing her play none of them had the heart to take it from her.
So it came to be that Soumis, Silk, Cream, Kelly and Mishar would be a regular fivesome whenever we were given a break, or after our lessons were over. Even after a week of knowing each other we had been chatting like sisters, and after our months of lessons were finished, we'd be tighter still.
Finally though, our lessons had to come to an end._
_I walked into the shower room, finding myself at ease amongst the other women now, much more so than the first time. I joined a small group of them under a showerhead and chatted amicably to them as we showered together. I told them all about the 'graduation ceremony' that we'd had just a couple of hours before.
Since it was our last lesson, DiMoss had decided to celebrate by holding an orgy. All the men that we'd practised on in the past month joined the other women and I in a passionate feast of debaucherous sex that lasted for hours. I found that I could not remember much of the day, most of my memory seeming to be a haze of hot, sweaty bodies, both male and female, ebbing and flowing like a sexual tide against me. I did remember one particularly enjoyable moment where Silk, Cream, Kelly, Mishar, two other women, three men and Myself had formed an oral daisy chain that had been particularly satisfying to all involved. I had found my place slurping happily on the cock of some Fox as the white feline, Cream, had delighted me with her rough tongue. I also vaguely remembered looking up to see Lady Corliss watching us from the doorway, dressed in another of her beautiful silk dresses. It had seemed at the time that she had been watching me in particular, but I could not be sure.
The other women giggled, telling me tales of their own Graduations. It seemed that the end of school orgy (as the women called it) was a tradition of DiMoss' that they had all enjoyed.
After a while I had said goodbye to the women and found an unoccupied showerhead under which I could be alone with my thoughts. Something had been bugging me ever since I had entered the room, but I could not put a finger on what it was... The uneasy feeling had grown until it was gnawing at me like a worm in a rotten apple.
As my paws wandered my body, the gel turning to thick, soapy foam, I tried to puzzle out this apprehension. So lost in my thoughts was I that I never noticed that the other women were hurriedly slipping away.
Then I realised what it was... Everywhere in the Household, the Blackshirts kept watch over us. There was no place in the Household where we were not being watched, not one...
So where were the Blackshirts now?
I looked around, fear filling my belly, almost in a panic. The shower room was empty, no women or Blackshirts remained... I spun around, my back pressed to the tiled wall... What could this mean? The Blackshirts were normally so vigilant! What possibly could have called them all from her posts, and why had the other left too?!_
An image flashed into my mind, seemingly from nowhere...
A single bed...
A mass of powerful male bodies...
A grey leopardess, stained with sweat and cum...
A sinister grin and a wink devoid of mirth...
Oh no...
In walked Candice, flanked on either side by two women. She moved along the long room with an easy, graceful saunter that carried a sensual swing of the hips. She was excited, it was obvious. I could hear her singing to herself as she walked towards me, her voice echoing eerily off the tiles...
I was still pressed back against the tiles.
I couldn't run. I was too scared. I suspect now that even if I had, the exit door would have been closed.
She slowed as she came closer to me. Her song stopped. She grinned. She had something in her paws.
A gleaming pair of scissors.
"Soumis, dahlin'! It have been just dyin' to talk to ya..."