Femme without a Name

Story by Nameless on SoFurry

Nameless, Anal, Bisexual, Humiliation, Oral, Orgasm Denial, Rape, Slavery, Squirrel, Torture (moderate), Various Species

Femme without a Name

Part 1 - A Holiday in Hell: Morning

Part 2 - A Holiday in Hell: Midday

Part 3 - A Holiday in Hell: Afternoon

[Note:

I had not originally planned to expicitly specify the species of the viewpoint character, but for those who are interested, she is a Mexican Ground Squirrel.]

A Holiday in Hell: Morning

The first thing I notice as I slowly emerge from the depths of sleep is that I have a splitting headache. Moaning in pain and keeping my eyes tightly shut, I wait for it to subside. Which it does, if only a little. My mouth tastes as if something died in it. "Did I really drink that much yesterday?" I wonder "I can't really remember. I guess I must have..." I can barely suppress the urge to throw up.

Suddenly I notice that I'm not lying in my own bed. Or in any bed, for that matter. I'm lying on the floor. " Ugh!""What happened? I must have gotten royally pissed to pass out on the floor. I wonder where I am..."

I open my eyes. But it does not get noticeably brighter. I close my eyes again. When I open them once more, it is still pitch black. I can't see anything. Icy fear grips my heart. " What happened?!? Where am I!?!" I sit up for a moment, but my head starts spinning and I have to lie down again. As I lie there, panting hard, I notice that I am not wearing my clothes. I'm not wearing anything. Whimpering in distress, I pat myself down. Nothing. Not a single thing that I was not born with. Even my earrings are gone.

After a minute my head stops spinning and I manage to sit up, moving very carefully and slowly. My head hurts so badly I want to do nothing but curl up, but I have to find out where I am. Doing my best to suppress my panic, I feel around. My arm bumps into a wall and a moment later against the ceiling, which is only inches above my head. " Where am I!?!" My heart beats faster and I can barely suppress the urge to scream. I turn around and crawl forward, only to bump into another wall.

I scream in terror when I realize that I am in a small enclosed space. It is perhaps three by five foot and three foot high. The walls feel terrifyingly solid. I curl up in a fetal position, sobbing bitterly. " I'm trapped." When the worst of my panic has passed, I scream for help. Again and again. Until my throat hurts so much that I have to stop. But there is no answer. I am alone. Completely alone in the darkness.

After a long while I manage to suppress my panic enough to explore my prison a little more. The walls feel like plastic, but they are solid. And completely featureless. Nearly so, on one of the short ends I notice a few thin cracks. Following them with the tips of my fingers, I realize that they frame a rectangle about two feet wide and perhaps a foot and a half high. "That could be the door." But the wall there is as solid as anywhere else. If this is indeed the door then it can't be opened from my side. Sitting up, I examine the ceiling. There are several rectangular areas made of a slightly different material and a few small holes. I can feel a slight breeze.

Apparently I am really in some kind of prison cell, not just in a hole. I don't know whether to be glad or terrified of this. At least I can hope that someone knows that I am in here. But, given the fact that I am only wearing my fur, I am not so sure if I should be glad about this.

I curl up again. There is nothing else I can do, at least my head hurts less when I am lying down. Sobbing in terror, I cower on the floor, waiting for something to happen.

# # #

Suddenly there is a scraping sound. A moment later the door swings open and my little cell is flooded with light. Whimpering in pain, I shut my eyes tightly. Then I force them open a tiny crack, to let them adjust to the light. After a minute or so they stop hurting. I'm not sure if I want to crawl outside without being bidden. I wait for something to happen, but nothing does. Looking out, I can see only a featureless corridor, nothing else. I call out, "Hello! Anyone there?" but there is no answer. After a minute I crawl to the door. Crouching down, I approach the door carefully. When I can't see anything outside, I crawl on. Then my head clears the door and I crane my neck to see what is outside.

I scream in terror when strong paws grab me and haul me to my feet. Three huge canines surround me, two of them hold my arms. The third one slaps my muzzle so hard it takes my breath away.

My head swims and I would have fallen if they had not supported me. " Ouch! What?" *Smack* The canine slaps me again.

"Please!" *Slap* He hits me again. My muzzle burns as I fight for breath.

I open my muzzle to plead him not to hit me again. He raises his paw, threatening me. Whimpering a little, I realize that he does not want me to speak. Cowed, for the moment, at least, I close my muzzle again. He considers me for a moment, then he gives a slight smile. When his eyes drop down to examine me, I become painfully aware of the fact that I am completely nude. I try to cover myself, but the two other males hold my arms in a vice-like grip. Bringing my tail up between my legs, I can at least cover myself a little. My bushy tail allows me to cover my crotch and one of my breasts. For a moment I wish that I had a tree squirrel's tail, so that I could cover myself completely. My cheeks burn, both from the slaps the male gave me and from shame. And the gnomes in my head decide to call for reinforcements. Feeling utterly horrible and helpless, I lower my head in defeat.

The males surrounding me wear black suits and they exude a palpable aura of menace. They even wear shades, even though the light is rather dim. "Have I been abducted by the Men In Black?" I wonder.

But when the male standing in front of me holds an iron collar in front of my face and makes to fasten it around my neck, a brief surge of adrenaline curses through my body. I struggle to escape my captors and scream " No!" But they are too strong and the male slaps me again, hard enough to fill my vision with stars. Tears soak into my cheek fur. He waits until I recover a little and open my eyes again. Grinning widely, he puts the collar around my neck. This time I don't dare to protest. The collar snaps shut with a terrifying finality. " No! Please, God, let this be only a bad dream!" The collar fits tightly around my neck, unpleasantly so, but not tightly enough to choke me. Its weight crushes my will to resist.

Numbly I watch as the male shows me a set of shackles. Actually, there are three, two bigger ones, sized for my wrists and a smaller one, all connected together with a short chain. He walks around me and I hear a snap as he connects this to a ring set into the back of the collar. I don't try to struggle when they force my paws up behind my back and close the manacles around my wrists. I jump in surprise when he reaches down between my legs and grabs my tail. Before I can even try to resist, he has pulled it up along my back and shuts the third manacle around it.

My muzzle burns in shame when he steps back in front of me and regards my now totally nude body. I shudder when I notice the bulge in his pants. Cringing in horror, I can do nothing to evade his lewd gaze. I ball my paws in frustration, but if I even try to pull them away from where they rest against the middle of my back, the collar digs painfully into my throat.

After a minute or two he gets another object from the pouch he carries. At first I don't know what it is supposed to be. It looks a little like the bit for a horse but there is a ring instead of a bar. "_I'm supposed to put this into my muzzle? No way! _" As soon as he sees the realization dawn in my eyes, he reaches for my muzzle. I clamp it shut and do my best to evade his paw. Which is not nearly good enough. He tries to force my mouth open, but I can prevent it.

For a moment at least. One of the other males twists my right arm sharply. My eyes fill with tears and I howl in pain. By the time I realize what has happened, the other male is already closing the leather straps that hold the contraption in place. My muzzle is now half open and I can't move it at all. The ring that is wedged into the gap between my front teeth and my molars and prevents me from closing my mouth and the leather straps prevent me from opening it any further.

For a moment I wonder what the point of this is, why they don't just tie my muzzle shut if they don't want me to talk. Like this, I could still scream if I wanted to. I do feel like screaming, but the fear of further punishment keeps me silent. But I don't have to wonder long.

Grinning evilly, he gets another thing from his pouch and presents it to me. My eyes widen in horror when I realize what it is. A rubber replica of a male's privates. And a rather sizeable one at that. I don't have any doubt what he is going to do with it. " No!" I howl in disgust and turn my head away. Not that this helps any. He just grabs my muzzle and forces the loathsome thing in. There is nothing I can do! Two small hooks connect it to the muzzle, preventing me from spitting it out. It fills my mouth almost completely, forcing me to breathe through my nostrils. With growing disgust I notice that I find it almost impossible to keep my tongue from touching it. Or even to avoid sucking it! Tears of shame fill my eyes. "_ No!!! Oh, God! Please let me die! This is so horrible! I can't stand it!_" Unfortunately there is nothing I can do to avoid all this.

The male wolf in front of me keeps looking down at me, clearly pleased with the shame and distress he is inflicting on me. His grin leaves no doubt that he plans to do even worse things to me.

The two other males holding me don't allow me to move even an inch, when I try to evade his paw. It closes on my left breast and he begins to knead it. Not painfully, but unbelievably humiliatingly, driving home again and again that there is not a single thing I can do to prevent him from doing with me as he pleases.

Then his other paw reaches for my crotch. His eyes hold mine as he runs his fingers along my nether lips, spread them wide and invade my most private parts. What I would not give to be able to avoid feeling his fingers explore my body. Horrified but also fascinated I can't help but follow every bit of their quest into me. And with even worse horror I realize that my body is responding to the male's loathsome touch as a pleasantly warm feeling begins to radiate out from my crotch.

I shudder and my shoulders slump in defeat and humiliation. The male grins at me, brings his fingers up to his muzzle and noisily and with obvious pleasure licks off my juices. Once more his fingers invade me, this time he smears the juices of my sex all over my muzzle, filling my nose with the scent of my shame.

He regards me for several seconds, then he removes a leash from his pouch and attaches it to my collar. The other two males release my arms. When he turns around and starts walking, I try to resist. But only for a few moments. The small knobs on the inside of the collar dig painfully into my skin. They are not sharp enough to break my skin, but trying to resist his pull hurts a lot. He is also a lot stronger than I am. Tears fill my eyes and I stop struggling. Whimpering in pain and weeping bitterly, I blindly stumble after him.

# # #

For several minutes we walk down empty and nearly featureless corridors. My eyes dry a little and my surroundings begin to register again. I stare in shock when a male lion passes us. He is leading a nude rabbit femme on a leash. She is tied up and gagged, just like me. But she looks even more naked than me. Her breasts, her ass and the area around her sex have been shaved. The skin and large patches of her fur are glistening wet. The strong scent leaves no doubt that she is drenched in her own juices as well as those of several other furs, males as well as females. "Oh, God! What have I gotten into here?"

But before I can think about this too long, the wolf leads me through an automatic door. A dejected-looking cat femme kneels at the far end of the room. The only thing she wears is a collar. There are several curious pools in the room. The pools are about 3 foot square, there are two narrow beams set nearly two feet apart and a metal bar with a hook in the middle is set perpendicular to the beams, about two foot above the ground. For a moment I wonder if this is supposed to be a bath. But then the faint but unmistakable odor and unpleasant looking water tells me otherwise. These are the toilets, if rather odd-looking ones.

The wolf leads me around one of the toilets. With practiced ease he throws the leash over the bar, where the loop catches on the hook. I stare in horror as the bar starts turning, slowly reeling me in. I quickly realize that if I want to avoid falling into the loathsome water, I have to get close to the bar while keeping one of my feet on each of the beams. This works, as far as it goes. Unfortunately this leaves me crouching in a very humiliating position, with my feet spread painfully wide. "Am I supposed to do my business like this? Right in front of all those furs." Just as I think this, several more furs enter the room, several males and femmes, some of whom are promptly led to one of the other toilets.

But the gentle gurgling of the waters below me remind me just how much I have to do my business here in front of everybody, no matter how humiliating it is. The fur on my muzzle flares in shame as the waters below me are soiled even more. "How am I supposed to clean myself?" I wonder. A few moments later my question is answered. I almost jump out of my fur when I feel fingers wiping at my tailhole. "The cat femme!" With bare fingers! I shudder at the thought of wiping someone else's tailhole, let alone with my bare paws. "I would not do that! They can't make me!"

She finishes and the leash begins to unwind, allowing me to stand up and carefully scoot back to solid ground. The male grabs the leash before I can even think of trying to run away. As he leads me away, my eyes meet those of the cat femme who has just finished wiping the ass of another femme. The disgust and fear in her eyes are almost palpable. "What has she done to deserve such a punishment?"

With a shock I realize that my cheeks are still burning. And not only from shame, also from the slaps the wolf used to subdue me. I shudder as another thought hits me "Or do they just pick any femme at random for this job? What would I do if they picked me? I would not submit like this? Would I? They could not hurt me so badly that I would do this..." A shiver of fear runs down my spine as I remember the first slap the wolf gave me. I moan in distress and disgust when I realize that he could cow me into doing just about anything without working up a sweat.

When I look up again, wondering why we are still standing there, my eyes meet those of the wolf. I shudder because I can see in his smile that he knows. Then he yanks on the leash and I have no choice but to follow him meekly.

My headache has faded a little, but this only means that my empty stomach feels even worse. Even if the rubber cock in my mouth is absolutely disgusting, it has made me produce so much spit that the horrible taste in my mouth has lessened considerably. Still, I feel like I could drink a whole lake, I'm that thirsty.

# # #

The wolf leads me down the corridor, around a corner and through another automatic door. When I take in the scene on the other side, I stop in shock. But only for a moment, an insistent tug on the leash nearly trips me up. Howling into the gag, I stumble after him. After a few steps he slows down. Deliberately, to give me time to make sense of my surroundings. I am in a huge mall-like area. There are dozens, no, hundreds of furs around us. Quite a few heads turn in my direction, only to look away after a moment. My head is spinning as I numbly follow the wolf and try to make sense of all this. I quickly realize that the furs here can be easily divided into three distinct groups.

The smallest group is made up mostly canines and other predatory species, they all wear black suits or similar attire. Most of them are large males, but there are also quite a few females. I can't help but think of them as guards. Some of them also seem to serve as hosts and organizers. The wolf leading me along apparently also belongs to this group. Their presence is a little frightening and every time one of them looks at me, a shiver runs down my spine. Very frightening, actually, considering how helpless I am.

The next larger group is also the most diverse. Lots of furs of all species, wearing whatever they please. Most, but not all, of them are males. They range in age from the early twenties upward, with furs in their forties to sixties making up the largest part. I think I recognize a few of them, but I can't really get a good view, most of them are too far away. (I'm a little shortsighted, not enough to really need glasses, but I have to be rather close to another fur to actually recognize him.) If they are who I think they are, then they are big shots. Rich furs, famous furs, powerful furs. I'd have to label them the customers.

Then there is the third group, the largest. All of them are attractive furs in the late teens or early twenties. Most of them are females, but there are quite a few males as well. They are almost uniformly thin but well built. Their uniform, if it can be called that, consists only of a collar. Various restraints and other bondage gear are also evident. A very few wear anything that could actually be called clothing. But only if one is not too bothered about stretching the meaning of the word. Correction, there are also a few femmes sporting a very generous figure and rather impressive bust lines. If one wants to label them, one could use... performers, servants... slaves... or merchandise.

I shudder at the thought that my attire puts me squarely into the third group. Then the scent registers on my senses. It is not overwhelming, but unavoidable. The scent of sex, of hundreds of furs in heat. It is not difficult to see where it is coming from. Slaves sucking off their masters, slaves being raped right in front of a cheering audience, slaves fucking each other or masturbating for the enjoyment of their masters. It is difficult not to see some fur performing sexual acts without closing my eyes. I shudder in disgust at the sight. "What have I gotten into? Some kind of Entertainment Park where the upper class can indulge in their most depraved fantasies?" Apparently.

But... as much as all this horrifies me, what is even worse is how much it fascinates me. I can't stop staring at all the furs performing all kinds of sexual acts, some of them very kinky and rather unpleasant looking, at the command of some fur they don't know. I can't help wondering what it would feel like to...

Suddenly I slam into the back of the male wolf who has stopped unexpectedly. He turns to me and watches me as I stagger and try to find my balance again. For a moment I cringe in fear, afraid that he will punish me for not paying attention. But he does not look angry at all, he is actually grinning. For a moment I wonder why, until I notice where he is looking. Looking down, I am mortified to find that my breasts are perking up and that my nipples are poking out of my fur. "No! What is happening to me?!? This is so embarrassing!" My cheeks must be hot enough to melt lead. His gaze drops down further and he sniffs the air with a calculated exaggeration. "I'm not that wet that he could actually smell me?" The gentle warmth in my crotch argues otherwise, as does the grin on the wolf's muzzle "Or am I?" I wonder, wishing the ground would just open up and swallow me.

He gives me another knowing grin that says clearly "I know that you enjoy all this, slut! Don't be coy, admit that you want to know how my malehood feels like inside you." He turns and walks on, forcing me to stumble after him. My thoughts are spinning "Did they drug me while I slept? Or am I really turned on at being some fur's sexual plaything?"

I'm still wrestling with that question when the wolf stops once more. This time I manage to avoid running into him. Looking up, I see a grinning weasel in a horribly colorful Hawaii shirt standing next to him. When the weasel reaches for my chest, I take an involuntary step back. But a sharp and painful tug on the leash forces me to stand still and endure the weasel's attention. I can't shake the feeling that I have seen him on TV. Not that I really remember where, he was either a two-bit actor or some congress-critter or something like that. Knowing this does not make enduring his groping any less unpleasant. He tweaks my nipples for a while, then his right paw invades my sex. By the time he pulls his fingers out again, there is no question that no matter how loathsome I find him, my body welcomes his touch. His fingers are glistening with my juices. He licks them off with obvious pleasure, turns around and walks away. I stare at his retreating back, panting heavily. I am glad that the weasel has stopped fondling me, but a small part of me feels hurt at his casual dismissal. I feel like... an object, not a person.

A moment later another tug on the leash forces me to stumble after the wolf again. Somehow my mind feels as if it was smashed into pieces. We walk for another minute, then the wolf walks down a short stair. A few moments later we end up in a circular area. It is not an enclosed room, just an area defined by a circle of potted plants. Inside the plants are several posts, forming another circle. Twelve, to be exact. Furs are standing next to several of them. I count eight femmes and one male. The wolf leads me to one of the free posts. He presses a button and a short bar extends from the post. Pressing a few more buttons, he adjusts it until it is at the same height as my collar. He forces me to stand next to the post and removes the leash from my collar. A moment later he connects my collar to the short chain at the end of the bar.

He steps back and considers me, then he kicks my legs apart. I feel terribly exposed standing like this, but I am too afraid of him to try to resist. Then he crouches down and shackles my feet. A momentary urge to kick him is quickly squashed my fear of his punishment. Then he stands up again and admires his handiwork. I am completely exposed and there is nothing I could do about it, even if I was not already cowed into submission.

His gaze makes me aware of how drafty it suddenly feels between my legs. The wolf looks at his watch for a few moments, then back at me. His grin says it all "I have a little more time to spend with you." He steps closer, licks my nose and puts his paws on my breasts. He kneads them gently, then he slowly runs his paws down my back, his claws gently scratching my skin. He cups my ass and licks me once more as one of his claws dips into my tailhole for a moment. I stare at him wide-eyed, not able to breathe for a moment. Then his paws circle round my hips, his thumbs close on my sex. For a long moment they massage my nether lips, then they spread them wide, enter me and slowly massage the inside of my sex. Very soon a warm glow begins to spread from my crotch. He lowers his head and licks my breasts.

Very soon I am panting heavily. Or, rather, I would be if I could breathe normally. Moaning lustily, I struggle to draw in enough air through my nostrils. My body is heating up more and more, my eyes are filled with tears. Again and again the collar digs into my throat as I involuntarily flex my paws and tail. "What's happening to me? I can't be enjoying this! Why am I so horny? Am I such a slut?!?" I feel even more shamed when I realize that I have been sucking like crazy on the rubber cock in my muzzle. I have to endure several minutes of this.

Trembling from the feelings coursing through my excited body, barely able to keep standing, moaning into the gag, I finally stop fighting against what is happening to me. As I near climax, I stop caring that other furs are watching me, that I utterly despise the male whose paws are raping my body so deliciously. For a moment I revel in the feelings. But then he suddenly stands up, licks my muzzle a last time and pulls away from me. When he withdraws his paw from my pulsing sex, I thrust my hips forward automatically. Suddenly I feel painfully empty. I moan into the gag in frustration and disappointed desire. It takes me a few moments to come back to my senses, to really realize what is happening.

[Note: This scene (and others) are described a bit more analytically than the viewpoint character would experience them at the time, more like how she would think of them afterwards.]

The wolf's eyes meet mine and hold them. Staring at him I realize that he knows exactly what is happening to me, how much my body is enjoying his touch. How helpless I am. Grinning, he brings his paw to his nose and sniffs it. And suddenly I notice the strong scent surrounding me. Betraying how much I was a slave to my body's pleasure. My cheek fur fluffs out even further as a powerful wave of humiliation washes over me. I follow his gaze as it moves down my body and find out to my utter mortification that the fur on my thighs is slick with the juices of my sex.

He wipes his paws on my breasts, covering them in my juices. My body shudders and a wave of pleasure washes through me as his fingers enter my sex once more. When he pulls them out a moment later, it takes all of my willpower to stop myself from thrusting my hips after them. He covers my nose and cheeks with my juices. Again and again he pokes his fingers into my sex, putting me through a roller coaster of frustrated desire, scooping up my juices and liberally dabbing them all over my helpless body, on my breasts, my ears, my throat, everywhere.

With an evil grin, he invades my wet sex one last time and licks the juices off his fingers. Then he turns around and walks away. I stare after him in frustration, totally humiliated, my eyes wet with tears of shame.

# # #

The pleasant but frustratingly unfulfilled glow in my belly fades slowly. Very slowly, the scent in my nose constantly reminds me of how close to an orgasm I had been. And I can't avoid looking at the other naked furs around me, especially the male rabbit across the room. His member is almost fully erect, the tip pokes out of its sheath. No matter how much I try to look elsewhere, time and again my eyes return to him. "What has become of me?" Much as it shames me to admit it, even to myself, I keep wondering how he would feel inside me, keep wishing I could find out. When our eyes meet, I can see that he shares this wish and I remember how intently he watched me before. But there is nothing we can do about it, of course, we are both tied up and helpless.

But soon other sensations, less pleasant ones, intrude on my senses. I'm hungry and thirsty. More like ravenous and dying of thirst. And these sensations are slowly moving from 'unpleasant' to 'painful'. Once I become aware of these, they quickly reduce my horniness to a manageable level. Looking around, I study the other femmes who are also tied up. To my surprise I find that only two of them are tied up as completely as I am, the collars of three more are tied to the post, similar to mine, but they are not otherwise tied. And three of them are not tied up in any way that I can see. All except one do wear some sort of muzzle or gag. But they all stand still, their legs spread and their paws at their side or held behind the back. For a moment I wonder why they keep standing like this, but when my eyes meet those of the skunk femme next to me, the fear I see in them tells me why she does not dare to move or cover her nudeness. Whatever they have done to her has broken her will to resist.

Nothing else happens for a long time. I find it very difficult to tell how quickly time is passing, there are no clues. The mall, or whatever it is, seems to be underground, or at least it is lit only by artificial lights. There is no clock that I can see. As the raging hormones in my body subside, I slowly manage to pick up the pieces of my mind and try to make sense of my situation. On the upside, I have plenty of time to think in relative peace. On the downside, I have plenty of time to think. Plenty of time to experience a whole new world of sensations and feelings. Sensations I had not known existed. Feelings I could have well done without knowing about. Time to listen to the growling of my empty stomach. Time to be thirstier than I have ever been in my life. Time to try to produce some spit to moisten my increasingly sore throat, preferably without sucking on the loathsome rubber cock that fills my mouth. Every time my tongue touches it, it reminds me of the even more unpleasant possibility that it would soon be replaced be a real cock. That I would not have any way of preventing a male from forcing his member into my muzzle. I vow that, whatever happens, I would not give a male the satisfaction of sucking him off.

I realize that none of the males have spoken a single word to me. I have overheard some of the customers give their... slaves orders when we walked by, but those had been short, one or two words only. "Why are they doing all this to me?" My best guess is that they are trying to break my will. Thinking about it, I can easily see how. But I cannot see any way to avoid it. Everything they have done to me has been designed to hammer home the fact that there is no way I can resist them. That anything I might try to resist will only get me punished until I give in. Everything here is designed to make sure that I have not the slightest chance to resist, that there is no possibility to avoid doing what they want me to. That they can do with me whatever they want. A crushing wave of despair presses down on me and I hang my head in defeat.

I stand like this for several minutes, slumped in defeat. After a while the fear and despair passes and I get bored, standing there looking only at the floor. I just can't accept the fact that there is nothing I can do. "I can't do anything at the moment, but I'd better keep my eyes open and find out as much as possible about this place. Maybe at some point I'll have a chance to flee." What I can see is not very encouraging. I can see several guards strolling around, they don't look extremely attentive, but neither do I get the feeling that they are only going through the motions. All of them look rather threatening, I don't have any illusions about being able to best one of them in combat "Maybe, if I can kick him where it hurts a male most. Maybe."

I am standing at a right angle to the main corridor, so I can see that it goes on for some length in both directions, but plants, painted walls and other furniture on the ground level make it difficult to make out what happens further away. When the wolf led me here, I saw a side corridor branching off. It is now right behind my back. Twisting around as much as I can, I turn my head to examine it.

I have not done so for more than a few seconds, when a paw slaps my cheek hard, swinging my head forward. I nearly jump out of my fur and squeal in fright, my eyes fill with tears of pain and I start sobbing. I had not noticed that anyone was standing behind me. Panting hard, my heart beats like a jackhammer.

For a minute nothing happens and my heart rate returns to a more or less normal value. Now that I know he is there, I can hear him breathing, right behind my neck. Even though my field of vision is pretty wide, I can't see him and this frightens me. Turning my head a little, I try to get a look at his face. But I get only a momentary glimpse before his paw slaps my cheek and swings my head forward once more.

Apparently the male behind me is a cat of some sort, I can hear him purring. One of paws touches my back and he runs his fingers through my fur, claws extended slightly. A shiver of fear and excitement runs through me. I want to look at him, but I am too afraid. For the moment, at least. When both of his paws fondle my backside, I try again. For a moment my eye meets his and I can see the irritation and anger rise up in it. For a moment, then he hits me again, harder still, snapping my head forward.

My blurred vision is just starting to clear when I feel him step closer to me and his paws enclose my breasts, squeezing them roughly but not especially painfully. A moment later a wave of pure, primal terror washes over me as his jaws close around my neck. My heart skips several beats, then I try to escape. But, of course, I don't have any chance, I can barely move a few inches in any direction. The primal terror of a prey animal caught by a predator fills me as I wait for him to snap my neck. A small voice tries to tell me that he won't really kill me, but for the moment that voice is drowned out by irresistible instinctive panic. Totally defeated and afraid for my life, I stand limply, barely able to stay on my feet. My neck hurts and for a moment I can feel a trickle of blood run down my back. I think I got the wound when I struggled, since while his teeth hold me tightly, they are not so tight to actually break my skin. Then I feel his tongue lap up the blood.

I become aware of his paws again, his left paw massages my breasts while his right paw has wandered south. And I find that my body responds to his touch. I am totally frightened and at the same time excited almost beyond measure. Sobbing in terror and mewing in pleasure at the same time. I start panting hard, suddenly close to a climax. The male thrusts his fingers deep into my wet and throbbing pussy, almost setting me off "_Yes! A little more, just a little more! Yes! Yes!!! _"

He releases me as suddenly as he grabbed me, leaving me just this side of relief. Frustrated, I scream into my gag. The male cat suddenly stands in front of me and lifts my head, forcing me to look him in the eye. Grinning, he licks his my juices off his fingers. He does not speak, but then he does not have to, I know that there is nothing I could do to resist him. We both know that I would beg him to give me release, if only I could speak. Then he turns around and walks away. Leaving me totally exhausted and frustrated. Something in side of me feels broken. For several minutes I stand there, unable to do anything.

But soon I get bored again. I want to find out what is happening around me, but I'm too afraid to turn my head far enough to be able to look behind me. I can hear furs walk behind me, some close, some further away, sometimes I can see them for a moment. A voice in my head seems to say "What's the point of trying to resist at all, girl? You're such a coward, a few slaps on the ass and you'll do whatever they want from you. If you don't just kiss the males' Asses on your own, begging for their touch. Begging them to pleasure you, horny slut!"

After a while a male with two bound and gagged femmes in tow walks past us. He looks at me for only a second. "I am so bored!" My stomach hurts worse and worse, my throat feels so dry and rubbery. And there is not even anything happening to take my mind off these unpleasant things. Some of my muscles start hurting as well, not badly yet, but since I can't move enough to relieve them, it gets worse and worse. Another male walks by without even looking at me.

I must have been standing there for at least half an hour or so when a fox male leads a gagged rabbit femme to the empty post opposite from mine and ties her collar to it. She stands with her legs spread and her paws at her side, even though she is not otherwise tied up. He steps back, considers her for a moment and pads to the femme next to her. I can't really see what he is doing, but I am quite sure that he is feeling her out. After a minute he moves to the next femme in the circle and fondles her for a while before he moves on to the next one.

I can't help watching him as his paws examine the weasel femme next to me. Shivering with anticipation and disgust, I try to evade his paws when he reaches for me. Of course I can't, I can't move more than a few inches in any direction anyway. Helpless I can only endure his paws, disgusted and aroused by his touch, his fingers already sticky with the other femmes' juices. His examination of my private parts takes forever. And yet it ends all too soon. My heart beats a mile a minute as I watch him move on to the next femme.

A few minutes later he finishes his round and walks into the middle of the circle. Standing there, he slowly turns in a circle, obviously considering whom to choose for his next entertainment. I hope he won't choose me. And yet a small part of me wants to find out what he is going to do to whichever femme he selects. A small part of me craves his touch, wants to find out how his member would feel inside my body.

I am glad and disappointed at the same time when he picks the weasel femme next to me. He unhooks her collar from the post and leads her away. A few moments later they leave my field of vision.

Nothing much happens for some time. A few more males with female slaves walk past, then a female leads a male past us, her leash is tied to his privates. I can't help staring at his erect member. Then a male canine, I can't quite decide if he is a wolf or a coyote or maybe a mixed breed, picks one of the females, an otteress, and leads her away. I feel worse and worse, I wish I could get something to eat and drink. Or that I could at least lie down and sleep. Whatever happened last night, it left me less than properly rested. But, of course, I can't even rest my strained muscles. If I put any kind of weight on my collar, the knobs on the inside dig into my flesh painfully, forcing me to keep my position.

Another male leads away the skunk femme. Some more time passes, then an attractive mink femme wearing an expensive looking tight black dress leads a male squirrel into the circle of tied up slaves. She ties him to the post next to me and turns away from him, obviously looking for more entertainment. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I think I have seen her somewhere. She pads up to the male rabbit. I can't quite see what she is doing to him, but the way he is suddenly panting heavily does not leave a lot of room for speculation. As does the slightly pained look in his wide-open eyes. I am rather surprised when she turns away from him and picks the female rabbit instead. The one the fox male deposited there not long ago. She attaches a long leash to the rabbit doe's collar and points at the floor. The doe kneels with spread legs and when the mink femme turns around and walks away, she follows, crawling on all four paws.

All this happened without anyone speaking a single word. I wonder what they have done to the other slaves to make them so obedient. I shudder, fearing that I will soon find out. Wondering if I will be able to resist or if they will break my will to turn me into yet another obedient sex toy. Wondering how much they will hurt me before I give in. Some part of me is sure that I will and... I blush at the thought, but... a small part of me is almost... eager to find out. I can't quite deny the warmth that is radiating from my crotch at the thought of submitting to someone so totally.

And I find that while I have been thinking about this, I have been staring at the rabbit's cock. Which has grown even larger since the mink femme examined it. Again I am reminded of how much I would like to feel it inside me. "Slut! Can't you think about anything else?" I ask myself as I force myself to look away. To look at the floor, at the ceiling, anywhere but the other nude furs around me. But not too long afterwards I find myself staring again, this time at the squirrel male.

More time passes, time for me to reflect on my situation. Plenty of time to 'enjoy' my position. One of the 'Men in Black' leads a femme mouse to our circle. I'm surprised when he does not tie her to a post, but stops just outside our area. He points at me and the mouse pads up to me. Interestingly, in addition to her collar she is wearing a belt with a pouch. I wonder what is in it. She stops in front of me and considers me, then she opens her bag and dips one of her paws into it. I gasp in shock when her other paw grabs my right breast and squeezes it. I try to shake her paw off, but I can't, of course. The fingers of her other paw are covered with some kind of greasy substance. A pleasant minty smell fills the air as she spreads the grease over my breast and rubs it into my fur. Shame fills me when I realize just how good her touch feels. After an initial pleasant coolness passes, exciting warmth spreads from my nipple. When she moves on to my other breast, I realize that she has only put the grease on the area around the nipple. Looking down, I see that my nipple is showing prominently, that the fur right around it is sticking to the skin. My muzzle fluffs in embarrassment as I realize "This looks almost as if the fur there was shaved!" Ashamed and humiliated, I whimper in distress, wanting her to stop. And yet, I am disappointed when she finishes and her paws stop touching my breast.

Then she kneels down. " No!" I try to scream, but nothing more than a muffled grunt comes from my muzzle. And then her fingers touch me, rubbing the grease into the fur around my sex. Ashamed, I realize that I want her to go on touching me. That I want her to touch me inside my most private parts. I can't believe how hot and wet I feel. All too soon she is finished and stands up. She takes a mirror out of the pouch and holds it in front of my crotch to allow me to see her handiwork. I don't want to look, yet I can't look away. Fascinated and horrified, I see that my sex is now clearly visible to all and sundry, no more hidden by my fur. I feel more naked than I ever thought possible.

Then she moves on to the next femme. And then I realize that the guard is staring at me. Staring at my now fully visible privates. I close my eyes in shame, but I know that he is still staring at me. It almost feels as if he was touching me. I want nothing more than to cover myself, but I can't. There is nothing I can do, except wait until he looks somewhere else. What I hate most of all is the warm feeling that begins to spread between my legs. He is still staring at me when I open my eyes again, but when the femme finishes with the next bound slave, his gaze moves on. Only to return to me from time to time. Finally the femme has finished treating all the furs in the circle and the guard leads her away. I feel a little better, maybe because now I'm at least no more naked than the others. Unfortunately it gets even harder to ignore their nudeness, now that their private parts are displayed so prominently.

Part 2 - A Holiday in Hell: Midday

More time passes. Plenty of time for me to ponder how unpleasant my situation really is. How much I hate being here, wherever that is. And how little I can do about it. Another male fondles me, then he leaves with one of the other femmes in tow. A spotted feline male ties a mouse femme to the empty post next to me and leaves with the male rabbit. A ferret fondles me for quite some time, but when he finally makes his selection, he chooses a skunk femme. It is strange, but I am somehow getting used to having my private parts examined by other furs. By complete foreigners. It does not really get any less humiliating, but after a the first few times it becomes just something to be endured, not really something to be feared any more. "At least none of the males has hit me or hurt me." Other than hurting my pride. What hurts most in that respect is how pleasant their paws feel. How much I want them not to stop touching me. How hot and wet my pussy feels. How much I crave release, not just more teasing.

Then a male black bear leading a wolf femme catches attracts my attention. Because he doesn't lead her on a leash, but because he walks behind her. If she hadn't been nude and collared, I might have thought that she was leading him, rather than the other way around. Then I see that his paw holds her tail at the base. The wolf has her wrists crossed behind her neck and is arching her back, thrusting her breasts out in front. "And girl, does she have a lot to thrust out!" I wonder if her breasts are natural, they are really big. She is walking funny, a little bowlegged, as if it hurt to keep her thighs close together. "What did they do to her? Gang-rape her?"

The bear leads her to one of the free posts, not quite directly opposite mind. He commands "Assume your position and don't move." Surprised, almost shocked, I stare at him, this is the first time in a long while that anyone spoke within my hearing range. The wolf femme spreads her legs. When he moves sideways a little, I see that her back is arched even more than before and her breasts thrust out even more. For a moment she closes her eyes, only to open them again. Then they meet mine and hold them. Wondering what she is going through, I can't look away. A shiver runs through her body when bear reaches down and fondles her crotch... and then her tailhole as well. He steps back and regards her for a minute, then he turns and walks away. When he walks past me, his wet fingers tweak my left nipple for a moment. I jump in surprise and shock when he scritches the base of my tail. I can hear him chuckle, then he walks away.

I hear a slight scraping sound not far behind me. I want to turn my head to have a look, but a shiver of fear runs down my spine and suddenly I am too afraid of punishment to actually do it. Tears of shame and frustration fill my eyes for a moment. I think that the male sat down, I can hear someone breathing behind me. But after a few moments my attention returns to the wolf femme.

She is standing straight, not moving at all. Then a shiver runs through her. A few moments later another one. "What's going on with her? The way she is standing can't be too comfortable, but it can't be that bad." Our eyes meet again. The expression in them should tell me something, but for the moment I can't figure it out. Another shiver runs through her and then I notice that she is breathing hard, almost panting. My ears catch a tiny buzzing noise, but I can't make any sense of it. The noise is too low to even make out where it is coming from. "Are her breasts perking up? Even more than they already are?" I wonder.

When her muzzle opens a crack and lets a tiny groan escape, the pieces fall into place. My muzzle suddenly feels hot enough to burn. "She's almost having an orgasm!" Her bowlegged walk and the buzzing noise makes sense suddenly, I realize that her master must have put a vibrator into her sex! Then I notice how wet the insides of her thighs are.

As much as I want to, I simply can't bring myself to look away from her. I can almost feel the vibrator in my own sex, just from watching the effects is has on her. "This is so humiliating! But also so arousing." Her breathing gets more and more ragged, her muzzle has opened far enough for her tongue to loll out, letting her ever louder groans of pleasure escape. She is swaying from side to side, struggling to keep her position. I can even catch her scent, if only a little. The fur on her inner thighs glistens, I can even make out drops of her juices as they snake down over the wet fur. Our eyes meet again and a wave of excitement washes over me. When I manage to tear my eyes from her for a moment, I see that all the other furs are watching her as well. As far as I can tell, they are aroused just as much as I am.

I wonder how long it is taking her to climax, she has been moaning for several minutes now. If not longer, I find it difficult to concentrate, let alone tell how much time passes. Then the realization that she won't have an orgasm slowly dawns on me. Her master must have set the vibrator at a level that does not allow her release. I shudder at the thought of going through that. Of course, what I am feeling is not much less, but I am not not nearly that close to coming.

I scream into my gag when a paw suddenly grabs my butt roughly. Before I can even try to move, the bear licks my nose, then he brushes his fingers over my wet sex. Grinning, he licks them off. Enjoying my humiliation, he stares into my eyes for a long moment before he makes his way to the wolf femme. He stops if front of her. I can't quite see what he does to her, but her moans grow even more insistent. After a minute or two he reaches down, between her legs and into her sex. He pulls out the vibrating and dripping wet joymaker and examines it, showing it off to all the furs around them in the process. I feel so dirty, watching them, but I just can't look away. Or even close my eyes. The bear licks the vibrating joymaker, tasting her juices, then he moves behind her. I can feel the vibrations deep inside me and a part of me craves to find out what it feels like to have such a toy inside me. Suddenly the buzzing of the vibrator increase, the bear must have turned it all the way up. Then he sticks it into the wolfette's cleavage. She gives a frustrated moan.

I can relate to her frustration. The bear nips at her neck for several minutes while his paws are busy examining her breasts and pussy. "God! I feel so hot!" Watching this turns me on so much, I can almost feel his paws on my own body.

Then the bear reaches down and pulls another buzzing toy from her... anus. "Yuck!" He sniffs it and turns it up as well. He offers it to the wolf femme. " Yeurgh!" She opens her muzzle obediently and he puts the buzzing butt plug in. I retch when I see her grimace in disgust at the taste. For a moment I am glad that my stomach is completely empty, otherwise I would have thrown up (and probably suffocated in the process). As it is, I only have to suffer the taste of my stomach fluids.

The bear takes a step back and drops his pants. A moment later he takes the wolf femme from behind. My ears are burning, my eyes are glued to his male parts as he pumps into her. A wave of envy washes over me when I hear the femme's moan of pleasure. The disgust in her face has been replaced by ecstasy. And she is sucking the butt plug like crazy. For a moment horror and shame fills me when I notice that I am sucking on the rubber cock that fills my mouth. After a few moments I stop caring, totally focused on the pair of mating furs in front of me. I only wish that someone would do the same to me and give me release, that a male would fulfill the raging desire in me.

She groans in frustration when he pulls out again. His cock glistens with her juices. For a terribly long moment nothing happens, then she screams, nearly dropping her gag as he rams his cock into her again, this time into her... tailhole. Looking at her, I realize that the scream was more one of surprise than one of real pain. He pumps into her. A minute later convulsions shake her body when she finally climaxes. I don't know how she manages to stay upright. A moment later he grunts in pleasure as well. He keeps pumping her, slows down and finally pulls out.

I stare at them, totally frustrated, suddenly almost painfully aware of the emptiness inside my wet sex. I groan in frustration "What is happening to me? No one mated with me, why do I almost feel like someone did? God, I'm horny!" I am sure that I would beg the bear to fuck me, if only I was not gagged.

The bear takes a few steps away from the wolf femme and stops in front of the femme to her left. A rabbit femme who is not restrained in any way. At least none that I can see. He points at his now flaccid member. I retch in disgust when she kneels down and begins to lick it, cleaning it with her tongue. When our eyes meet for a moment, I can see how much this disgusts her. "What have they done to her, to make her that obedient?" A shiver of fear runs down my spine. "What will it take to make me behave like that?" Horrified yet fascinated I watch the rabbit's head bob up and down as she cleans the bear's shaft. After a minute the bear is apparently satisfied and steps back, not bothering to thank her in any way. Ignoring the rabbit femme, he pads back to the wolf femme. The rabbit femme licks her lips and swallows several times, then she stands up again and resumes her former position.

By now the wolf has regained her composure somewhat. The bear picks the butt plus from her muzzle and walks around her. He slaps her on the back of the head. She bends over obediently and he rams the still angrily buzzing dildo into her anus, making her wince in pain. He steps back to her front and motions her to stand up again. He plucks the other vibrator from its resting place between her breasts and rams it into her cunt. Then he steps back and watches her. She begins to tremble almost immediately, then she starts to pant. She does not quite manage to suppress her moans of pleasure. Within seconds I am panting as well, watching her turns me on.

The bear walks around her again. She winces in pain when he grabs the base of her tail roughly and pushes her forward, forcing her to walk back the way they had come. She has not taken more than a few steps when an orgasm hits her. Her barely suppressed scream of pleasure and pain sends a shiver of lust and envy through my body. She stumbles for a moment, but the bear keeps pushing her and she manages to keep on her feet. Through all this she has somehow managed to keep her wrists crossed behind her neck. She stumbles on, then another orgasm hits her right before they vanish from my line of sight.

Staring after them, I wonder how a male can be that cruel, to put a femme through this. I am terribly hot, with my muzzle blocked, I can't cool my body properly and I barely get enough air breathing only through my nostrils. Slowly, ever so slowly my body cools. I feel more frustrated than ever. "What have they done to me?" I wonder "They must have drugged me, I can't be that horny on my own. Or can I?" As much as the whole thing disgusted me, a small part of me resents the fact that the bear did not choose to fuck me. As much as it shames me to admit, I know that if he had asked me to, I would have spread my legs for him in an instant. Figuratively speaking, that is. The way I am tied up, it is rather impossible to unspread my legs for anyone.

As I wait, the frustrated but still pleasant glow in my belly fades and all the small and big unpleasantnesses of my situation make themselves known again. My thirst and hunger has grown even worse. My jaws are starting to hurt, as do my thigh muscles. Again I have plenty of time to think about my situation. Plenty of time to feel sorry for myself.

# # #

Every now and then male customers (and a few femmale ones) come by, sometimes picking up one of the other slaves, sometimes returning one. Some of them ignore me, most others fondle me for a bit. A cat femme gives me a totally humiliating examination that must have been more careful than any my gynecologist ever gave me. She stops just moments before I climax, leaving me drained and more frustrated than ever. I am sure that I have seen her somewhere, TV or something, but I can't quite place her. She steps back and regards me with a grin that tells me that she knows exactly what she is putting me through. She waits for a minute until I have my breathing under control again, then she plucks the plug from my mouth. I try to beg her to release me, but I don't get past a barely understandable "Please." She slaps me several times, shutting me up. She examins the cock-shaped plug for a bit, then she rams it into my wet pussy. I scream in surprise and pain, earning a few more slaps. Then she grabs my muzzle and examines my teeth for at least a minute. By now I am too scared to even try to avoid her and she keeps jogging the... dildo in my sex, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. Then she examines my breasts once more. Again she brings me almost to a climax, when she pulls the plug out of my pussy I teeter on the edge for a moment. Groaning in frustration, I stare at her, angry with her and begging her for release at the same time. "Close, but no cigar." I wonder where that thought came from. She grins, enjoying my discomfort, then she puts the rubber cock back into my muzzle, turns around and walks away. I stare at her, frustrated and humiliated beyond measure. And now my muzzle is filled with the taste of my own juices, reminding me of my body's betrayal.

Again, I have plenty of time alone. Time to be frustrated and incredibly horny. Time to cool down, to feel how the pleasant feelings in my body recede slowly and are replaced by the ever-increasing pains. Every now and then another male comes by and reminds me what a horny slut I am. If I could I would beg every one of them to fuck me, to finally give me release, but I can't. And not a single one of them talks to me, not a single word. In some way that is more humiliating than anything else. Knowing that it is probably useless, I nevertheless vow not to do anything to give them pleasure, at least not until they ask for it. Until they speak to me, at least.

# # #

I am not sure how much time has passed, but I have been standing here for several hours at least. My best guess is that it is now afternoon. When a rabbit male with a female cat in tow walks up to me, a shiver runs through me. Somehow I know right from the start that he will do more to me than just finger my privates. I am scared... but a part of me is also excited. He is at least a head taller than I am and quite well built. The femme is a house cat, her fur is mostly white with a few colored spots, mostly orange and dark brown. For a moment I think that the fur around her sex is shaved, but then I see that it is almost flesh-colored there. I'm not quite sure if this is natural or if they have dyed it like this. In any case she is well trained. She walks a step behind her master, not restrained in any way, but she keeps her paws at her side, her tail high and her eyes downcast. When he stops in front of me, she kneels at his left side, her knees spread wide and her head lowered.

He considers me for a long moment, then he reaches down and rubs the fur on my thighs. He did not even touch my sex, yet his fingers are wet with my juices when he brings them up again. The fur on my muzzle fluffs out when he licks them with obvious pleasure.

Not looking away from me, he commands "Fetch some water!" The cat bows her head, gets up and walks away.

"Is he actually going to give me something to drink?" I wonder. I want to beg so much, but of course I can't "Please! I'm so thirsty!" I can see in his eyes that he knows just how much I hope that he will let me drink, but I'm not sure if he actually plans to let me, or if he is only going to use it to torture me. He plays with my breasts for a minute or so and scratches the fur around my nether lips without actually touching them. Still I feel the heat in my sex increase. He knows this, of course, and enjoys it.

Then he steps around me and begins to run his fingers through the fur on my back. "What is he doing?" I wonder. I want to look at him, but I don't dare to turn my head. "I think... I think he's tracing the dots and stripes on my back." This is actually not that unpleasant. After a few minutes the cat femme returns and stops in front of me, holding a bowl of water. She is still looking down and does not meet my eyes. The bowl actually looks like those used for pets, complete with the inscription "Kitty's drink." on it. My chops start to water (or, they would, if my mouth was not so dry), I can smell the water. "Please let me drink, I'm so terribly thirsty." The rabbit points at the floor right in front of me and the cat puts the bowl down and kneels. The rabbit runs his fingers through my fur for several more minutes.

I am disappointed for a moment when he stops, then I see him examine the post to which I am tied. He grins and presses some buttons on the control panel. A bar detaches from the post and swings out in front of my legs, rising until it is parallel to the floor a few inches below my crotch. A second bar follows it, also in front of my legs, but this one is lowered to just below my knees. I look at the rabbit, wondering what the point of this is, and afraid that I won't like it.

The rabbit moves to stand in front of me, grabs my muzzle and removes the plug in my muzzle. For a moment I can breathe freely and move my tongue without touching the loathsome thing. I wonder if I should try to beg to be released, or at least to be allowed to drink, but my fear of being punished is too strong. He drops the rubber cock between the cat femme's legs. When she looks up at him, he briefly touches his crotch. She lowers her head again, picks up the rubber thing and puts it into her sex. When I look back at the rabbit, he holds a rubber contraption in his paws. For a moment I wonder what it is. It looks a bit like a mask. "Will he put that on my muzzle?" My question is answered a moment later when he grabs my muzzle. I struggle for a moment, but give up quickly, he is much stronger than I am. The mask links up with the ring that holds my muzzle immobile. It covers my mouth, but leaves my nostrils free. I am a bit surprised that I can still breathe through my mouth, though. When the rabbit pokes one of his fingers into my mouth, I realize that the rubber membrane has a hole in the middle. And that I can't breathe through my mouth any more. A moment later I groan when I realize what it is for, the rabbit grins widely, confirming my suspicions. He licks my nose, making me sneeze, then he releases my muzzle and steps around me. He grabs my headfur, bunches it up and ties it in place with a rubber band. Then he steps back to the post.

He presses some more buttons and suddenly the bar to which my collar is attached (with a short chain) begins to descend. The rabbit steps behind me and puts his paws on my ass cheeks, one of his fingers is on my tailhole, another one touches the edge of my sex. Soon my head is pulled down. I try to resist for a moment, but the knobs on the inside of the collar hurt too much and I quickly realize that it would be useless in any case, that I am not anywhere close to being strong enough to resist. First I bow my head and lean forward. When that is not enough, I try to bend my knees, but the bars in front of my legs prevent me from doing this. My only choice if to lean forward while pushing against the rabbit's paws with my posterior. Which is exactly what he wants, of course. The bar descends slowly, ever so slowly. It takes at least two minutes before it stops. I am now bent double, my nose is a few inches above the bowl. I can smell the water, my thirst hurts even more, but I can't quite reach it. I think that I could reach it with my tongue if my muzzle was not covered with the rubber mask. Desperately, I try to reach it, but my tongue is not quite strong enough to push out through the hole in the mask. Tears of frustration and anger fill my eyes. "So close and yet so far. Bastard!"

His paws feel out my posterior, ruffling my fur, scritching the base of my tail, rubbing my nether lips. Soon I begin to pant as rage and lust fills my body. He commands "Drink." For a moment I wonder how I am supposed to do that. But then the cat leans forward and begins to lap at the water. Only inches from my eyes. "No!" I want to scream. I can almost taste the water, can feel it cool and moisten my rubbery tongue. "I can't stand this!" I close my eyes, trying to ignore the cat, but unfortunately I can't close my ears. The noises of her lapping fill my ears, somehow this is even worse. And suddenly I remember that I have not used the toilet in quite a long time. Even if I have not drunken anything during all that time, it has been several hours. When the rabbit stops rubbing my sex, I breathe a sigh of relief. But the relief lasts only for a few moments, then he begins to drum his fingers. On my backside. And on my exposed lips, sending small shocks of pleasure through my body. I want to scream "I hate you, bastard!", but I can only sob in frustration, in impotent rage. And in lust.

For a moment I want to pee at him, but something holds me back. Even in my rage a part of me realizes that doing this will get me punished, punished badly. But how much I want to! It would really serve him right. Besides, considering the position I am in, a good part of it would end up in my own fur. I don't relish the thought of feeling my pee run down my stomach, over my breasts and muzzle. "Let alone the rabbit's!"

I have to endure several minutes of this, listening to the cat lick at the water, feeling every little jolt as the rabbit's paws have their way with my body, fighting the rapidly growing urge to relieve myself. Trembling in rage and lust, I have to submit to all this.

After a few agonizing minutes the cat has finally finished the water, moves back and resumes her kneeling position. At least I don't have to listen to the sounds of her lapping any more. Which means that I can now concentrate fully on the fingers probing my nether region. "Oh joy!" I think. After a minute or so, he commands "Fetch more water." The cat bows her head, picks up the bowl and leaves "Will he force me to endure more of this or will he finally let me drink as well?" I wonder, hoping that it is the latter.

He moves to my front side (my front, if I was still standing, that is) and crouches down. His crotch is only a few inches from my eyes "At least he's wearing his pants and I don't have to look at his privates. Not yet, at any rate." He runs his claws through the fur on my back and tail, rubbing me the wrong way more often than not. Then he puts his paws on my breasts and plays with them for a long while, squeezing them, unpleasantly if not really painful. From time to time he chuckles appreciatively and smiles at me in an absolutely infuriating way. If I were not tied up, I would have clawed out his eyes several times by now. But as it is, I can only growl and tremble in impotent rage. The fact that he clearly knows and enjoys this only enrages me further. I have to suffer through this for several minutes until the cat femme returns with the refilled bowl. The rabbit stands up and she puts the bowl down in the same spot as before. Right in front of my nose, but out of reach.

For several long moments nothing happens. Suddenly something pokes into my sex, causing me to squeak in surprise. Twisting my head and looking up, I see the rabbit remove the object again. "Another of those rubber cocks!" He pushes it in and pulls it out again, sending a humiliatingly pleasant shiver through my body. He does it again and again, falling into an easy rythm. My breath is just beginning to become more than a little ragged when he stops. He waits a bit, then he crouches down, grabs my muzzle and forces the thing into my mouth, forcing me to taste the juices of my own sex. I am just about to spit it out again (or at least try to), when I notice that it has a hole through the middle. I realize that it is sticking out far enough that it would allow me to drink from the bowl below my head. The grin the rabbit gives me when I look up at him tells me that he has planned this. My ears and muzzle start burning as I realize that I can either spit it out again and stay thirsty or use it to drink from the bowl. And I'll probably have to listen to the cat lap it up. Or I can swallow what little is left of my pride and suck cock, if only a rubber one. It does not take me long to decide, I dip the end into the water and start sucking. "Hmmm! This feels so good!" I don't think I have ever drunken anything better. Anything that tasted better than this clear water. Spiced with the juices of my wet sex.

I jerk in surprise and spill a little of the water when the rabbit pokes another such toy into my sex, but after a moment I relax again. For the moment drinking the water feels so good, I don't really care about anything else. For the first time in hours I feel good, even the lazy movements of the rubber cock as the rabbit uses it to explore my sex feel good. Of course, this does not last. All too soon I finish the water. My throat is not dry any more, but I am still thirsty, if much less than before.

And now the shame is twice as bad. If only a little, but I have given in to my tormentors. I have submitted to their will on my own decision, to lessen my pain. I know that every time I do so, it will be harder to resist. Rage and self-loathing fills me. As does the waves of pleasure radiating from my pulsing pussy. I howl in anger and loss at the sudden empty feeling in my pussy when the rabbit pulls the toy out it. Suddenly I feel totally wrung out. Nothing happens for nearly a minute as I hang there limply, still panting, my mind filled with swirling emotions, barely able to think coherently.

I scream in pain and surprise, finally spitting out the rubber cock in my muzzle when my tailhole suddenly explodes in pain. I trash around in my bonds, howling in pain. It takes me several moments to realize what has happened. "He rammed that rubber cock up my ass!" Screaming in anger, I push and actually manage to shove it back out of my ass. With a plop it lands on the floor not far from my head and bounces a few times. I stare at the loathsome thing for a few moments, then I lower my head far enough to look at the rabbit. "Uh, oh! He looks kind of angry!" He crouches down, picks up the rubber toy and gives me a "If that's the way you want..." kind of look. He grabs my muzzle and holds the loathsome thing right in front of my nose, threatening to put it into my mouth. For a moment I struggle against his grip, but then I give up. Grinning at me, he puts the tip of the soiled rubber cock into my mouth. I try, but I can't quite avoid tasting it. " Yuck!"

I breathe a sigh of relief when he pulls it out again. He stands up once more and presses the tip against my tailhole. Resigned, I don't struggle when he slowly pushes it in, stretching my ass painfully. When it is all the way in, he gives me a playful swat, humiliating me further. A few moments later his paws encircle my waist and he ties a piece of string around it. He takes another piece of string from his bag and ties it to the other one next to my bellybutton. When he pulls it tight to tie it to the back as well, it cuts into my cunt. It does not really hurt, but it is very unpleasant. The string also pushes the dildo deeper into my ass and holds it in place. He slaps my ass once more.

A few moments later the bar to which my collar is attached begins to rise again and I have no choice but to follow it. When I stand upright again, the two bars in front of my legs retract. "It seems the rabbit is finished with me. I hope so, at least." He stands in front of me. He waves his paw in front of the cat's face (as far as I can tell, she kept her head downcast during all this) and gestures. She pulls the rubber cock from her pussy and paws it to the rabbit. My nose is filled with the scent of her sex when he holds it in front of my nose. A moment later my mouth is filled with her taste. " Yuck!" I scream in anger at the indignity. Unfortunately, that is all I can do, and the scream is pretty well muffled. He pats my head, unties my headfur and spends some time ruffling it. When he finally steps back, I breathe a sigh of relief "Please, let this be over."

But then he removes a leash from his bag and attaches it to my collar. He presses a few buttons on the post and the shackles holding my legs open. A moment later he detaches the chain that connects my collar to the post. I have barely enough time to get my bearings before he starts walking away, forcing me to follow. The cat gets up and falls into step next to me. My eyes fill with tears when I realize that my ordeal is not over, that it has just begun.

Part 3 - A Holiday in Hell: Afternoon

I follow the rabbit male. Not meekly, I'm rather angry, but I have no choice. The cat femme to my right walks next to me, her head lowered. My mouth is still filled with the taste of her sex. The rubber cock in my ass feels very unpleasant and makes me walk a little funny. It moves around inside me with every step I take, sending humiliatingly pleasant sensations up my spine. We have not walked more than a few steps when the rabbit suddenly stops and looks at me. He slaps me hard, twice. My cheeks burn as I stare at him, unsure why he did that. He puts a claw on my nose and pushes my head down, until my chin nearly touches my chest. "I'm supposes to keep my head down like that? No!" Determined to fight back, I raise my head again and stare him in the eyes defiantly. I enjoy the incredulous look in his eyes. For a moment, then he slaps my cheeks several times more. My eyes fill with tears of pain and a barely audible sob escapes my lips. He waits for a few moments, then he slaps me again. Since he is holding the leash, I can't evade his hits. After a short pause he hits me again. Finally, the pain is too much for me and I lower my head, sobbing in defeat. He gives me a condescending pat on the head and turns around. A sharp tug on the leash forces me to stumble after him blindly, my eyes are filled with tears of shame and hurt. "Why do I even try to fight back? I'm such a wuss! A little pain and I give in anyway. Why do I even bother?"

My head is still lowered when the rabbit leads us into a toilet room. I'm quite sure that it is not the same one I was taken to in the morning, even if it looks the same. My unpleasantly full bladder redoubles its efforts to convince me to empty it. I sigh in relief when the rabbit walks us straight to one of the pits. But then he stops in front of it, jerks my leash downwards and points at the floor. "What's this? Am I supposed to kneel here? I don't want to do that, I have to relieve myself." I want to ask him.

He jerks the leash again, harder this time. I give in and kneel. He kicks my legs apart, again and again, until my thighs are almost parallel, stretching my pussy wide and squeezing my ass, making the rubber cock in it seem even larger. A slap on the nose reminds me to keep my head lowered. Then he kicks my bottom (not very hard), forcing me to move forward until my knees are right at the edge of the pit. Miserable and angry (both at the rabbit and myself), I kneel there, staring at the soiled water below me. At least the disinfectants hide most of the smell. Then the rabbit gestures at the cat. She walks around the pit, steps on the beams and walks forward. Then she crouches down until her collar touches the bar across the pit. Her legs are spread almost as wide as mine and her sex is not much more than a foot from my nose. I have to watch her as she relieves herself. The urgency of the signals from my bladder increases by several levels. After what seems like an eternity, she is finally finished. I wait for her to get up again, praying that I will be allowed to use the facilities soon. "Please, don't make me walk out of here without allowing me to relieve myself!" The waiting slave, a canine of some kind, cleans her with her bare fingers, then the rabbit gestures and the cat femme stands up and rejoins us. I wait for the rabbit to tell me to get up, but he takes his time, idly playing with the cat's breasts.

I wait for his command, and yet he manages to surprise me with a sudden tug on the leash. Momentarily surprises, I stumble to my feet. I am greatly relieved when he leads me around the pit and throws my leash over the bar. A moment later, it begins to turn and reel me in. I don't even try to fight it, I just assume my position, crouching with my legs spread widely. Sighing in pleasure, I can finally relieve myself. Then I am finished and I wait to be cleaned and released. Again, the rabbit takes his time, playing with the cat while he stares at me. Soon my legs start to hurt. By the time he finally releases me, they are trembling with fatigue. I barely have the strength to stand up again and I nearly slip and fall into the pit. But I make it and for a moment I stand at the edge of the pit, trembling with fatigue and fear. The rabbit grabs my leash and sets off at a brisk pace. I have no choice but to stumble after him on trembling legs. The cat falls into step next to me.

We walk through the "mall" for several minutes before we reach what looks like the entrance hall of a five-star hotel. We enter one of the elevators. It starts to move up without any action by the rabbit, at least without any that I can see. The elevator stops soon, I'd guess that we went up three levels and the door opens. The rabbit leads us down a short corridor. He puts his paw on a small pad next to the second door and we enter his apartment.

He closes the door and motions me to turn around, to face the door. I hesitate for a second, but when he starts to raise his paw, I quickly obey. Then he makes me kneel, facing the door and kicks at my legs until I have spread them wide enough to suit him. The cat knees next to me, also facing the door. He hangs my leash on a hook and leaves the room, walking further into the apartment. I want to know what he is doing, but I don't dare to turn around.

He returns a few minutes later and leads us into the living room. The chair in front of the TV catches my eye immediately. It is a comfortable looking easy chair. What is unusual, is the fact that it is unusually high and has four legs, not the usual enclosed space for the reclining action. And it has a semicircular cutout in the seat. For a moment I wonder what this is for. A shiver runs down my spine when I realize it "A fur can kneel there and service the one sitting in the chair. Tied in place, he... she would have no choice but do that."

A moment later my observation is confirmed when the rabbit grins at me and points at the chair. At the floor below the chair. " No! I won't do that!" I scream (not that anyone would be able to understand any of it, with the possible exception of the "No!") and back away from the chair. The rabbit tugs on the leash, trying to make me go there. I resist him with all my strength, so intent on fleeing, that I don't even feel the pain the collar is causing me. I even succeed in getting almost all the way to the door.

But then the rabbit grabs the leash with both paws and pulls me off my feet. I fly through the air for a good two yards before I crash into the ground. My left elbow explodes in pain. My head is ringing and my eyes are full of tears as I lie on the floor, trying to get my breath back. I can barely see the rabbit when he jostles my head as he attaches something to my collar. When my eyes clear enough for me to make him out, he is standing over me, my leash in his paws. "It's not connected to my collar any more? Why? Will he let me go now?" I wonder.

My head is turned around by an irresistible pull on the collar and I realize that the rabbit connected something else to it. "_A steel cable. Where does it go? No! _" It leads to the chair, pulling my collar right to the seat. " No!" I howl and try to resist, but only for a moment. The pull is slow but irresistible. Sobbing in pain, I have no choice but to crawl closer.

Grinning at me, the rabbit takes off his pants and sits down. Closer and closer. I have no way to avoid it. Sobbing in pain and anger, my muzzle is pulled ever closer to his male parts.

After several humiliating minutes, my collar connects to the chair with a loud 'click' that sends a shiver down my spine. Only by twisting my head sideways can I avoid touching the rabbit's male parts with my nose. But I can't avoid touching his thighs or breathing his male scent. The rabbit commands "Lock her in place!" I feel the cat grab my left ankle and snap a shackle around it, then my right ankle. Suddenly my legs are pulled apart, until my ankles touch the chair's feet. The cat puts shackles on my lower legs, right below my knees and my knees are pulled apart as well, until my lower legs are almost parallel to the sides of the chair, spreading me painfully wide. My legs and hips start hurting. Tied into place like this, I can't see much except for the rabbit's thighs and his stomach. Apparently using some controls in the chair, the rabbit moves my collar away from the seat a bit. He reaches down and connects my muzzle to the mechanism holding my collar. Now I can't even turn my head sideways or up and down. "I am completely at his mercy! I won't be able to resist him in any way."

He grins at me in his infuriating way, pats my head and ruffles my headfur. "No! I won't give you satisfaction. I won't lick you! You can't make me do that!" He reaches for my muzzle and removes the rubber cock. He waves it and the cat comes into view. When he paws it to her, she puts it into her pussy, then she kneels down beside him (I think so, at least, I can't really see her).

Fiddling with the controls, he moves my head around until he is satisfied with my position. I sob in anger and humiliation when he positions the tip of his semi-erect cock right in front of my muzzle. Then he slowly moves my head closer, forcing his cock into my mouth. He does not stop until my nostrils touch his belly and I can barely breathe. His cock almost touches the back of my mouth and I have to fight the urge to gag. After a few moments he moves my head back a little, allowing me to breathe more easily. His male scent fills my nose, his taste fills my mouth. I have to fight the reflex to try to remove this disgusting foreign object with my tongue. "I won't give you the satisfaction of sucking you off!" He really knows how to set me off. I want to howl in rage, but I know that every movement will only serve to excite him. That makes me even angrier.

He commands "Bring me a beer and popcorn!" The cat gets up and walks away. He turns on the TV. I can't see it, of course, I can only listen. The cat returns and puts the beer down on the small table next to the chair, then she heads back to the kitchen. It seems there is a ball game on. The rabbit picks up the bottle, looks down at me and says "Cheers!" Then he takes a deep draught. I'm not quite as thirsty as I was a while ago, but the water he gave me was not nearly enough and I could really use some more drink. But I don't think I'll get any more anytime soon. Unless... "No!" I stare at him, my eyes suddenly wide "He won't do that..." His grin widens and he takes another drink "... will he? No!" I gag at the thought.

A few minutes later the cat returns and places a bowl of popcorn on the table, next to the beer. The smell fills my nose and makes my stomach growl and grumble. I have to watch the rabbit eat, have to listen to him, have to smell everything. And all the while he keeps ruffling my headfur and scratching my ears. "I can't take this any more!" I close my eyes, desperately trying to shut out at least a little of the horrible things happening to me, trying desperately to keep a little of my composure.

Not looking at him helps, if only a little. I'm still angry as hell, but I can get my breathing under control a little. The way his cock stays relatively limp in my mouth feels good. Unfortunately, it is just about the only thing about my situation that gives me any pleasure. His fingers scratch my snot and then they suddenly close off my nostrils. I try to breathe, but I can't. His cock blocks my muzzle, his fingers my nostrils. My eyes fly open and I stare at him in shock. He looks down at me, grinning at my discomfort and yet he manages to look angry. He wags his finger at me in a "Bad Girl" gesture. I can't breathe, he keeps blocking my nostrils. I lose control as I get desperate and fight for air. Twisting my head (with very little effect) and trying to unblock my mouth, I can't avoid brushing my tongue over the penis blocking my mouth, exciting him. A part of me knows that I'm not yet in danger of suffocating, but I'm terribly afraid. All this happened so suddenly. After what seems like forever, but was probably not more than half a minute, he removes his fingers from my nostrils. "Sweet air!" I breathe deeply, I don't mind that the air is heavy with his scent. For the moment I don't mind that the taste of his precum fills my mouth. I'm just happy to be able to breathe again. He still looks down at me, angry and delighted at the same time. He makes the "Bad Girl, don't do that again!" gesture once more. Without wanting to, I lower my eyes for a moment, acknowledging him. Shame fills me when I realize what I have just done. He pats my head in that infuriating way and turns his attention back to the game. Anger fills me, anger at him for putting me through this and anger at myself for yielding so easily. I want to close my eyes and fight down the anger, but I don't dare to do that any more. Still, after a while I manage to control my anger. With a little pleasure I realize that his penis is shrinking once more, that I am not giving him the pleasure he wants.

Suddenly I feel a vibration in my body. It takes me a few moments to realize that the dildo in my ass has started to vibrate softly. Very softly, so softly that it is difficult to pin down. Yet, once I become aware of it, it fills my whole body, it seems to travel up my spine and down my legs. And back to the depths of my belly. Somehow the reflections seem to focus on the depths of my vagina. I can almost feel it vibrating in tandem. I try to ignore it, but I can't. I feel myself get wet. The rabbit keeps scratching my head, ruffling my headfur, sometimes even drumming his fingers on my snot. He keeps my anger at a boil and make it much more difficult to ignore the vibrator in my ass. Keeping in control becomes more and more difficult. "I'm so hungry!" Somehow the rumbling of my stomach adds to the vibrations, making me even hornier. He looks down at me every now and then, clearly not happy with me. Determined to hold out as long as I can, I wonder if he will try to force me to suck him off by suffocating me (or threatening to).

He finishes his beer and commands the cat to bring him another. He toasts me and gives me a look that somehow manages to say "Want some? You'll get your drink soon enough!" I shudder as he takes a deep drink, then he turns his attention back to the game. I have to endure his absent-minded scratching for several minutes. Being scratched behind the ears actually feels kind of good, if only it was not so humiliating. And if only it did not add to the vibrations and excite me further.

The rabbit finishes the bottle with a rumbling belch. Grinning down at me, he uses the controls to move my head back until his cock is less than halfway inside my mouth. " Yuck!" A gurgling scream comes from my muzzle as it is suddenly filled with a foul tasting liquid. I try to spit it out, but I can't, my mouth is sealed tightly. I even try to stem the flood with my tongue, but it is hopeless. After a moment I realize that my only choices are to keep his piss in my mouth or to swallow it. And rather quickly option one becomes increasingly unfeasible. I have no choice but to swallow. I want to scream "I hate you!" at the satisfied smirk on his muzzle as he relieves himself. My eyes fill with tears of rage and humiliation as I have to swallow again and again. The flood goes on and on. I tremble in impotent rage as I have to endure this humiliation. Somehow it feels horrible and good at the same time, I am so thirsty. That humiliates me even more. I breathe a sigh of relief when he finally stops. Only to start once more, if only for a short while. Again and again he squeezes out a few more drops, mainly to anger and humiliate me more. He moves my head closer again, until he is all the way in, until my lips touch the base of his cock and his fur tickles my nose. He squeezes a few more drops down my throat. Some of it gets into my lungs, setting off a horrible coughing fit. By the time I can breathe freely again, my struggles have excited him so much that his cock completely fills my mouth and presses against the back of my throat. I am thankful that he moves my head backward a little to allow me to breathe. Still, when I have my breathing back under control, I am determined not to give him the pleasure of sucking him off.

A part of me knows that he will wear me down sooner or later, but I am determined to fight it with all my willpower. It is a small victory for me to feel his cock shrink again. He taps my brow angrily, but I keep myself under control and manage not to lick him.

After a few minutes he turns to the cat and commands "Stand up!" She stands and when he holds out his right paw, she leans forward until her sex touches his paw. Disgusted, yet unable to look away, I watch as he fondles her for a few moments, then he plucks the rubber cock from her pussy. It glistens with her juices. He sniffs and licks it, making appreciative noises. Then he paws it to her, points at the floor and commands "Put it back! But make sure it does not fall out!" When she kneels down, I realize that he did not point at the floor, but rather at my sex. A moment later the tip touches my nether lips. Instinctively, I try to press my legs together to protect my sex, but it is useless, of course. My legs are spread painfully wide. I can only moan in humiliation and pleasure as she slowly slides the rubber cock into my wet cunt. Her fingers tease my nether lips and send waves of pleasure through my body as she ties the rubber cock to the strings already holding the dildo in my ass. I'm breathing heavily and close to a climax when she finishes and stands up again. The rabbit grins down at me, his cock nearly fully erect now. My facial fur fluffs out in embarrassment as I realize how well I sucked him. His expression says it all "Why don't you give in, girl? We both know that you will suck me off eventually."

Slowly I regain my composure. I glare at him, angrier than ever. He stares back at me. After a minute I lower my gaze. My only consolation is the fact that his cock is shrinking again.

He turns to the cat and gestures her to turn around. He makes her sit on one of the armrests, her back to me. Then he leans her back until she lies flat, suspended above his thighs, supported by the armrests. And by my head. The small of her back rests on my head. I hate this, but there is nothing I can do about it. To make things even worse, he wraps her tail around my throat and leaves the tip dangling between my breasts. Her scent fills my nose. I can even feel her heartbeat and the soft waves running through her body as she breathes. For a few moments nothing else happens, then a shiver runs through her, then another. The rabbit's cock begins to grow again and her scent intensifies. Suddenly she begins to vibrate softly. It takes me a moment to realize what is happening "He fondles her and she's purring!" Somehow that angers me. "Whore!" I want to scream " Whore!" Suddenly I am sobbing in anger as I realize that he is playing with her private parts and that she is enjoying it. Enjoying it so much that she is purring! "And her scent!" She must be dripping wet, after barely a minute of this!

Then I become aware of the vibrations originating from the dildo in my ass. Shame fills me as I realize that I am nearly as wet as the cat. That I wish... that the other dildo would vibrate as well. That... our places were reversed. I can remember how pleasant the rabbit's paws felt on my body, that I can almost feel them on me. That I wish he would touch me. Sobbing in anger and humiliation I have to endure this for what seems an endless time. It becomes even worse when I realize that I can barely suppress the urge to lick his cock. That his taste becomes more pleasant by the minute. And the tip of cat femme's tail flicks back and forth, brushing over my breasts, exciting me. I can feel how hard my nipples are. Probably no more than a few minutes have passed when the cat femme stands up again.

Ashamed of my reaction, I keep my eyes lowered. But when the rabbit taps me on the nose, I look up involuntarily and our eyes meet. I look away after a second, but it is enough for me to want to bury myself in shame. I know that he knows exactly what went on inside me. How much my body craves his touch. How wet and horny I am. He commands "Get the extensions for the chair!" I wonder what this is going to be. The cat disappears for a minute. When she returns, she carries a large piece of furniture. I can't really see what she is doing, but I realize that this thing extends the armrests of the chair by at least two foot. She locks this thing in place and stands behind me.

After a minute the rabbit gives her a sign and she climbs up on this contraption. She is suddenly kneeling right above me, her legs spread as wide as mine, the lower legs parallel to the armrests. Her wet pussy is a few inches above my eyes. A shiver runs through me as her scent hits me. It excites me. I want to lick her, I want close my eyes in shame, but I don't dare, I can't look away. Also, I can't avoid looking at her tailhole. The rabbit reaches behind her, grabs her tail and slowly pulls it forward, dragging it through her wet cunt. Then he pulls it back again and lays it on my head, around my neck and leaves the tip dangling between my breasts. Like before, only now it is sticky with her juices. It disgusts me and excites me at the same time. She moans in pleasure suddenly, then one of the rabbit's paws reaches between her legs and begins to explore her sex. He spreads her lips wide, allowing me to look into her. Disgusted and fascinated at the same time, I try to look away, but I can't. I have to watch as he pleasures the cat femme lazily.

Her sharp intakes of breath as she suppresses yet another moan and her purring excite me. The tip of her tail is flicking back and forth as well, brushing over my belly and my breasts. I can't help but stare at the rabbit's fingers, glistening with her juices. Again and again I have to stop myself from sucking his cock. I can tell that I am not particularly successful at it, it must be fully erect. At least I hope so, if it gets any bigger, I won't be able to breathe. "I hate you!" I sob, frustrated, angry and aroused. "I hate myself!" I want so much to be in the cat's place, to feel his paws in my pussy. I sob again "Why can't he do that to me?" Of course I know the answer to that, because I did not pleasure him. I hate myself for wanting this so much, for enjoying his taste and his male scent. I'm even enjoying her scent.

His paw disappears from my sight for a moment, then it reaches around her back, cupping a cheek of her ass. He pokes one of his fingers into her tailhole. Her whole body shudders and tenses and then she comes with a barely suppresses meow. Her juices drip down, soaking the fur on my nose. One drop hits one of my nostrils, engulfing me in her scent. It disgusts me and turns me on at the same time. For several minutes she keeps kneeling there, trembling and purring. The rabbit runs his claws through the fur on her back and (I think, I can't see it very well) licks her breasts and face.

My arousal has died down a little and I have finally brought my tongue under control again and stopped licking the cock in my muzzle. Suddenly my head is moved back again, this time until the cock escapes with a loud 'plop'. I am glad that it does not fill my mouth any more... and yet, a part of me feels robbed of something precious. The sudden emptiness in my mouth feels unnatural somehow. The rabbit puts a plug into my mouth, it does not fill it in any way, but it blocks the hole in the membrane and forces me to breathe through my nose, making sure I can't avoid his scent. And the scent of that cat femme. Then he moves my head forward again, until my nose touches the base of his manhood. I cringe at how much I enjoy his scent.

The rabbit's paws cup the cat femme's ass cheeks and fondle them, one of his fingers pokes into her tailhole. Then he lifts her up and pulls her close. She squeals in surprise when he drops her a moment later, impaling her on his hard shaft. Her bottom slams into my head, her tailhole hits me right between my eyes. My head spins a little. Then the rabbit starts fucking her, hard. And I can do nothing but watch and smell and endure this. Their scents fill my nostrils, again and again his cock or his testicles hit my nose, again and again I have to close my eyes as her bottom connects with my head. I'm utterly disgusted, yet somehow I can't keep my eyes closed. Something forces me to stare at his cock, at her pussy, at her tailhole. I want to bury myself in the floor, I want to get away from this... even more I want to trade places with the cat. I'm totally aroused, the vibrations from the toy in my tailhole fill my body, I'm almost sure that I am so wet that my juices must have formed a pool below my sex. I groan in frustration at each yip of pleasure, almost in time with the rabbit's thrusts.

I have been forced to watch them fuck for several minutes. My body vibrates in arousal, a frustrated arousal, one I know won't be satisfied. But I can't stop myself, as much as it disgusts me to watch them, as much as it disgusts me to feel their private parts slap against my nose and head, it turns me on so much more. Their scent repels and excites me. I know that if my muzzle was not blocked, I would lick the rabbit's testicles, his shaft, even the cat femme's public lips. But I can't, as much as it frustrates me, I am also glad that I am at least spared this humiliation.

With a ragged, barely suppressed howl the cat comes, trembling uncontrollably, her tail flexing around my neck, the tip flicking back and forth between my breasts. Copious amounts of her juices cover the rabbit's male parts and fill my nostrils with her scent, almost clogging them. I am so close to having an orgasm myself, but yet so far. If I could only touch myself a little, if only someone gave me a little help. A moment later the rabbit comes as well. I can almost feel it, but there is only the unresponsive rubber cock in my wet sex, not his hot and pulsing one. For a moment the scent of his seed almost drives me wild, my tongue pushes against the rubber mask and the plug that blocks the hole, but I can't push it out. I groan in frustration and humiliation when I realize what I was doing. "What is happening to me? I'm not like this! They must have drugged me! I'm not a whore! Am I?" There is no answer, only the growing frustration as I have to watch them continue to fuck, the rabbit thrusting idly into the cat's sex. Their scents fill me with a desperate desire, one I know will not be fulfilled. At least not any time soon.

As I slowly come to my senses again, I begin to wonder how much of my frustration is my own fault. "Would he have fucked me if I had sucked him off? If I had pleased him?" I groan in frustration, torn between the desire to get my fill the next time and wanting to get revenge, to get at least a little respect, even if I submit in the end. I want to be treated like a person, not like a piece of furniture "I wish he would talk to me. If only to command me to pleasure him rather than tying me in place and expecting me to do it."

Suddenly my head is forced back again, this time very far, more than a foot and a half. My back is arched back and my thighs are stretched painfully. More than they already are. The rabbit commands "Kneel!" and the cat obeys, kneeling on the armrests. "Turn around and stand!" She does so, standing between my legs and the armrests. Her thighs are only a few inches in front of my face, I cannot help but stare at her wet fur, at her dripping wet pussy. At her swollen lips, dark red and glistening. Envy fills me when I look up at her perky breasts, her hard nipples, at the satisfied smile on her lips.

The rabbit commands "Clean yourself!" For a moment I wonder how she is supposed to do that. "No!" I scream when I find out. She squats and begins to rub her fur against my face. She uses my cheeks to clean her thighs, then she rubs her wet sex over my snot, for a moment she even forces my nose into her. My facial fur fluffs out in embarrassment. Actually, my cheeks burn and my fur would fluff out, if it were not so sticky, if it was not soaked with her juices. I have to close my eyes as to avoid getting her juices into them. For an endless minute she uses my face to clean her sex. I breathe a sigh of relief when I notice her stand up again. Only to groan in humiliation when she grabs a pawful of my headfur and uses it to dry herself off. When she is finished with it, she just drops it, leaving the sticky hairs draped all over my face. And I can't even shake my head enough to dislodge it. Not that it would be easy, considering how sticky my face and headfur are. The rabbit slaps her ass and she steps over me, then she turns around and kneels next to me.

The rabbit taps my chin, making me look up at him. My cheeks burn in shame when our eyes meet. Grinning down at me, he enjoys the sight of my total humiliation. He leans forward and plucks the plug from my mouth. Then he moves my head back towards him. When I am close enough, he holds his partially erect cock so that it is forced into my mouth. The mingled tastes of their juices fill my mouth. "No! What's happening to me!" I can barely keep myself from licking him, his seed tastes so good. "What have they done to me?" He is not the first male whose cock and seed I have tasted and while the taste has never disgusted me, it did not particularly excite me or anything. "Why do I suddenly crave his taste so much?" It is a struggle, but I am still determined not to give him any pleasure, no matter how much a part of me wants to give in, hoping to be rewarded.

He turns to the cat next to me "Get the little toy and put it back into your hole." A few moments later I feel her fingers on my sex. A tap on the nose makes me look up. Something in the rabbit's expression tells me not to look away. By the time the cat has finally freed the rubber dick from my sex, I am panting in arousal. My cheeks burn in shame, even more when I realize that I have involuntarily licked the cock in my mouth several times and that it is now quite a bit bigger than it was before. The rabbit pats my head and somehow his expression manages to say "Good girl! I knew you'd see things my way." He scratches my ears and pats me again, humiliating me even more. My body is still vibrating in pleasure, but at least I have brought my tongue back under my control.

For a moment I wonder how the rabbit could get hard again so quickly after fucking the cat only a few minutes ago. The next sniff reminds me "Of course! That whore of a cat is giving off enough pheromones to turn a monk into a sex fiend." The next sniff reminds me of another very humiliating face "Like I'm the one to talk. I'm at least as bad as she is, if not worse! I hate this!"

The rabbit taps my snot, obviously not well pleased with my performance, or the lack thereof. This gives me a little bit of pleasure. He looks thoughtful for a moment, then "Uh, oh!" his grin becomes rather diabolical. A shiver runs down my spine as I realize that he has just found a way to punish me for what I am doing.

He turns to the cat, pats her head and says "You have been a good little pussy. So nicely hot and wet. Why don't you have a little candy?" I cringe at his tone and at the way she leans into his paw, obviously enjoying this degrading praise. "She's even purring!" He addresses her as if he sees her if she was a vagina with legs (for easy transport) and a muzzle and a tailhole (for variety), not a person. "And she enjoys this 'praise', or at least she gives every indication of doing do!" My stomach grumbles at the mention of food. Envy fills me as I watch him ruffle her headfur. Then he sends her off by shoving her nose away. A moment later she vanishes from my field of vision.

" Hey!" She shoves my thighs and brushes past my wet sex. " What?!?" Her hot breath on my wet nether lips sends a shiver down my spine. "Candy?!?" Shocked, I scream " No! Not that! Not a femme! I'm not gay!" Or, rather, I scream, even if it is less than understandable. The rabbit grins down at me, enjoying my mortification and the fact that he has tricked me into pleasing him. "No! She is supposed to eat me out!" Not for the first time today, I wonder if I have reached the pinnacle of shame or if there is something more. I want to close my eyes, but I don't dare. If only I did not have to look at him. I wish I could just die.

The cat wraps her arms around my hip, places her thumbs next to my lips and pulls them apart. I shiver and moan when she blows into me, arousing me. Her breath is so hot and cool at the same time. I groan " No!" She is not even touching my sex and I'm already panting and moaning in pleasure. And I'm sucking at the rabbit's cock, what little control I had over my tongue is dissipating quickly.

Her hot breath feels as if it travels all the way up to my heart. I moan helplessly, totally aroused, not caring any more that it is a femme who is pleasures me. Suddenly all that matters is that I want more of it. Suddenly the juices on the rabbit's cock stop disgusting me, they taste like the nectar of the gods. I suck and lick him greedily, wanting him to come. The cat runs her tongue along my lips, then she kisses them. When she pulls away, I thrust my hips forward, desperate for her touch. Her rough tongue excites me as it teases the inside of my wet sex. Again and again, she pulls out, frustrating me, only to thrust into me a little further. My whole body vibrates with pleasure and I am this close to coming. "Yes!" I scream into my throbbing gag. "Yes!" I'm so close to a climax, my whole body is ready for this. "Just a little more." But the cat pulls out her tongue again, teasing me further.

Suddenly my head is moved back, pulling the cock from my mouth. I try to lean forward, to keep it in me, sucking it as hard as I can. The rabbit groans and comes just as he pulls out of my muzzle. Some of his seed fills my mouth with his heavenly taste, but most of it splashes my face and nose. "No!" I feel so used, robbed of my price. His scent fills my nose, teasing and frustrating me. The cat pokes her tongue into my throbbing sex once more, brushing it over my clit, almost bringing me to the climax I have been craving so much.

But she stops just short of that, still leaving me unsatisfied. Her hot breath feels so good, but it is not enough. I groan in frustration. She licks and kisses my sex, teasing me while the rabbit rubs his cock over my face. It feels good but totally humiliating as I slowly realize that he has no intention of giving me satisfaction as well, that he has forced me to pleasure him. I have to close my eyes and he covers my eyelids with his sticky seed. I don't know how, but in a way this is another new peak of humiliation.

The cat continues to kiss and lick my sex, teasing me while making sure I don't get enough to make me climax. The rabbit pats my head and pushes his mostly flaccid cock into my mouth again. It shames me, but I just can't stop myself from licking it, his cum just tastes too good.

And then he robs me of even that. A tap on the nose forces me to look up at him. A shiver runs through me when I see his evil grin. A moment later the yucky taste of his piss fills my mouth. As shaming as that sounds, the taste of his cum was the best thing about this whole affair. Now even that is washed away by the horrid taste of his piss. He says "I think you have had enough candy." The cat femme licks and kisses my sex one last time, sending one last shiver of pleasure through me, then she crawls out from under me. A few moments later she kneels next to me. She grins at me and licks her lips. "She is enjoyed this, she enjoyed the taste of my juices!" Her muzzle is soaked, but she looks happy, like she does not mind this at all. She really looks like the proverbial cat that got the cannary. For several minutes the rabbit toys with me, again and again squeezing a little more of his piss into my muzzle. I feel totally drained, I don't even have the energy to feel angry about it, I just endure it. It's not as if I had any choice.

I barely have the energy to breathe a sigh of relief when he pulls his cock out of my mouth and stands up. He walks away, leaving me kneeling there. I feel horrible, my legs hurt, my stomach hurts from hunger, my jaws hurt and mouth tastes terrible. The vibrator in my ass does not let me forget for a second that I crave release, that I crave a fuck. The cat kneels next to me, her eyes downcast again, not meeting mine. I can only wait for the rabbit to return. Wait for the next indignity to be inflicted on me.

He returns a few minutes later, washed and clothed. He sits down once more and considers us. He reaches for my muzzle and removes the rubber mask. I stare at him, hoping that my ordeal will be over soon. He turns to the cat and commands "Get up!", then he waves her closer and plucks the rubber cock from her pussy. He sniffs the dripping wet object and licks it. I'm sure that he will return it to my muzzle and that this will be over soon. But he has one more way to punish me, he commands "Turn around and bend over!" She does, gripping her ankles. "No!" I think, even too tired to protest. He shoves the rubber cock into her tailhole. She grunts in pain, but does not show any more reaction than breathing hard, even when he wriggles it around inside her. Then he pulls it out and turns to me. Grinning down at me, he shoves it into my muzzle and locks it in place. " Yuck!" I gag at the taste and nearly throw up, not that there is anything left in my stomach. He stands up again. " Yuck!" My eyes fill with tears once more as I realize that there is nothing I can do about the shitty taste in my mouth. That my best option is to lick it off as quickly as I can. At least that is my best option if the rabbit does not decide to 'flavor' it again. The cat femme is still standing bent over, she has not moved since the rabbit commanded her to assume this position. Then I notice that the rabbit is watching me, and that he has noticed that I am licking it off. He gives me a look that I don't like at all, I just can't decide if it is supposed to say "Well, since you obviously like that taste, I'd be happy to let you have some more..." or "Well, seems you do know how to do suck properly, I'll have to think some more about motivating you properly..."

I jump in surprise when my collar detaches from the chair with a loud 'click'. There is a second click a few seconds later as the rabbit attaches the leash to my collar. Then several more clicks as the shackles on my legs open. A tug on the leash signals me to stand up. I try, but fail, my legs hurt so much and they don't respond to my commands. Panting and whimpering in pain, I try again, when the rabbit tugs the leash a second time. I manage to get up on one knee, before I collapse again with a howl of pain. I lie on the ground for several seconds, trying to get my breath back, sobbing in pain. I want to lie still for hours, but another tug, one strong enough to hurt, tells me that I had better get up. My legs tremble so badly, I barely make it into a kneeling position. A few sobbing breaths later I try to stand up once more. It would be much easier if I could use my arms, but they have been tied to my back since this morning. I almost make it, before my legs fail one more.

But this time I don't get to fall down. The rabbit holds onto the leash. I scream in pain as my whole weight is only supported by my collar, driving the knobs into my throat. Blinded by tears, almost passing out from the pain, I finally manage to bring my feet under my body. Panting and crying, I finally stand. The rabbit even gives me a minute to recover, amusing himself by fondling the cat's sex and buttocks.

He slaps her, signaling her to stand up, then he starts walking towards the door, dragging me with him. The cat falls in step next to me as I try to keep up with him on my trembling legs. Every step hurts terribly. We leave his suite. The short wait for the elevator gives me a much-needed rest, as does the short ride. Then we walk back the way we have come. My legs still hurt, but much less than before. And slowly the vibrator in my tailhole impinges on my awareness again. And I realize just what an impression I'm going to make on any fur who sees me. Some of my headfur still hangs in front of my eyes, and I can't even shake it loose, the sticky and partially dried juices hold it in place. And I have enough of those (and the pheromones that they give off) to make anyone who comes within a few yards want to yiff. Or someone anyone who stands downwind of me. "Fuck it! I want to have a good fuck! I'm horny enough to masturbate right here, in front of all the other furs. If only I could..."

When we pass one of the guards, a badger, he loudly sniffs the air and gives me a look that says "Wow! That must have been a hell of a party!" I lower my eyes in shame. And then I realize that I have my head lowered, without even having been commanded to. For a moment I wonder if I should stop doing it, but I decide that I am too tired to even risk defying the rabbit.

We walk for several minutes until we return to the area where I was tied to the post. The post I was tied to is still free and the rabbit leads me there. He makes me stand there. When he points at my feet, the cat femme kneels and locks the shackles on my feet. I realize that I spread my legs automatically, without any command. "I'm really starting to give in." The rabbit detaches the leash and attaches the chain from the post, tying me in place.

He looks me up and down, sniffs the air and pokes a finger into my wet sex. He licks off my juices with obvious pleasure and pats my head. I don't feel angry with him, just relieved that he seems not to want to hurt me further. Then he leans close and whispers into my ear "See you." I stare at him, shocked. At the back of his head, actually, he walks away, the cat following meekly. "He talked to me?" My thoughts are spinning, wondering why he did that. Wondering if I should be happy about it, or afraid. Afraid of going through this again. "What if he just keeps on forcing me to do this until I please him? If he uses me like this tomorrow, will I resist again, knowing that I don't have the strength of will to deny him his pleasure? Or will I do my best to please him, hoping to be rewarded?" I can't decide. A part of me screams in rage, wanting to make him pay, wanting to fight no matter what. Another part wants to give in, to make things as easy for me as I can.

I close my eyes, trying to relax. But it is difficult, much more difficult than before. Too much has happened. My body hurts and the vibrating toy in my tailhole keeps distracting me. It does not let me forget the needs of my body.

I stand there for quite a long time, probably another hour or two, it is difficult to tell. Not much happens, a few times a male fondles me, but otherwise they ignore me. They ignore the pleading look in my eyes.

The sudden click as a leash is attached to my collar snaps me out of a light doze I had fallen into from boredom. It is one of the guards, a male badger. A moment later my legs are released as well. He turns around and starts walking, forcing me to follow him. We walk through the mall area for a minute or two, then he turns into one of the side corridors. A minute later he opens a door and walks into a small room, forcing me to follow. A rack holds a collection of goggles. They look like swimming goggles, except that they are completely black. He selects one of them and puts it on my head, finally brushing my headfur out of my eyes. Everything goes dark, the goggles blindfold me completely. I feel even more helpless than I have before. He removes the gag from my muzzle, letting me breathe freely. I don't dare to speak.

He opens the door in front of me. A rushing sound fills my ears. "That sounds like a shower! Maybe they will finally wash away all the gunk in my fur!" I stumble after him, glad that the floor is level. We stop after a few meters and he removes the leash from my collar. A moment later another leash is attached. I wonder what the point of this was. I can hear him walk away, back the way we came. Suddenly I can make out breathing in front of me, a moment later a tug on the leash forces me to take a few steps forward. And I run into the back of the fur before me, nearly bowling him or her over. The annoyed grunt as the fur in front of me staggers and fights to stay on her feet tells me that she is a female. "He connected me to the end of a coffle!" I take a few cautious steps forward when there is another tug on the chain, this time I stop in time to avoid bowling over the femme in front of me. I sniff the air, trying to scent what species the femme in front of me is, but the scents are too confusing, a mix of too many different ones. Too many pheromones as well. The door behind me opens and a few clicks indicate that another fur has been attached to the coffle behind me. The air is warm and wet, but not very much. The sound of water is a little louder, but it is still muted. For a moment it increases in volume. I think there is a curtain between where I am and the actual showers. There is a clicking noise in front of me, one I heard before, but it is closer now. I wonder what it is. Probably the sound of restraints being opened and closed again. Probably, it would be a little difficult to clean myself properly, tied up as I am. "Hmmm... I wonder if I am supposed to wash myself... considering how things have been going up to now, I guess someone else is going to wash me. But even that would be easier if my arms were not tied as tightly behind my back." I shrug my shoulders "I'll find out soon enough."

It is scary to be so helpless, not even knowing what is about to happen. A part of me has resigned somewhat and relaxed. "If there is nothing I can do about it, maybe I should not worry either. I'd better relax and just hope for the best." Still, that is easier thought than done, my body hurts and the vibrating toy keeps my cravings alive.

There is a series of clicks in front of me as the femme's restraints are changed. A few more steps forward and it is my turn. Paws grab my legs and pull them apart. "Feminine paws. Another slave girl." They don't pull strongly enough that I could not resist them, but since there is no point in trying, I go along and spread my legs. Shackles are attached to my feet, keeping them wide apart. When another tug on the leash forces me to go forward again, I find out that the shackles move forward and backwards easily, apparently they run on rails. There is a wave of hot wet air and the rushing of water is much louder for a few moments, apparently a fur in front of me went through the curtain. I take a few steps forward. It feels strange to walk with my legs spread widely and I have to make lots of small steps.

When I stop once more, the leash is detached from my collar, then the shackles holding my paws are detached from the collar. The muscles in my arms protest, they have not moved in hours. I want to rub my arms to make the blood flow, but before I can do it, a manacle is snapped shut around my left wrist.

I squeak in surprise when my arm is pulled up, earning a light slap on the cheek. Not a painful slap, just a reminder that I am to be silent. A moment later my right paw is also cuffed and pulled up. Then I stand spread-eagled, my legs and arms spread wide. Even my tail is cuffed and pulled up and behind me. The string tied around my waist is untied and the vibrator is finally pulled out of my ass. For a moment I feel strangely and disappointingly empty, but mostly I am relieved that it is gone. My arm cuffs are pulled forward, forcing me to walk in step with them. After a yard or so, they stop moving for a short while, then they pull me forward once more. Hot and wet air meets me when the curtain is pulled aside and I enter the shower area. A light spray begins to dampen my fur. A few more meters and I enter the actual shower.

I sigh in pleasure as warm water soaks into my fur. It feels good, it even helps to relieve my aching muscles. For a minute or so I simply stand there, enjoying the hot water. Then I have to move forward once more. I barely manage to suppress another yip of surprise when paws suddenly start ruffling my fur. The scent of soap fills the air as two furs work it into my fur. They work quickly and thoroughly. They even put soap into my sex and tailhole. When my whole body is shampooed, including my headfur and my face, my handcuffs pull me forward once more. Back into another shower of pleasantly hot water. "This feels good, yet... Somehow I can't shake the feeling that I am in a carwash, rather than a regular shower. " I turne my head too far upward and get some soap into my mouth " Yuck!" A minute later I have leave the shower again. A fur uses a showerhead to wash the soap out of those places where the spray did not. It feels good, a little humiliating, but also comforting when the fur rinses my sex and then my headfur.

I finally identify the roaring sound in front of me as a fur dryer. A few yards of walking take me there. The hot air quickly dries my fur and then someone with a hand held fur dryer takes care of my headfur and the areas that have not been dried properly yet. A few more yards of walking and suddenly two furs brush my fur. They work quickly, not as carefully as I would like, but not too roughly either. Mostly, it feels good to be cared for. It feels so good to be clean once more, not to have my fur stained by all these... juices. Soon they are finished and I have to move forward again.

" Eeep!" I squeal in surprise when someone grabs my muzzle and begins to brush my teeth. When she is finished (I'm pretty certain that the fur doing it is a femme, but I can't really say why I think so), I have to move forward once more.

And then they are finished with cleaning me. My tail is freed from the cuff, only to be attached to my collar once more, then my left arm and my right arm. I don't try to fight the fur doing it, I could not run since my feet are still shackled, and somehow I don't feel like struggling uselessly, when the only difference it would make would be to get me beaten or something. A leash is attached to my collar and my feet are freed from the shackles. All that happened so quickly and without the least chance for me to resist or escape. A tug on the leash forces me to stumble forwards.

We don't walk far, just a few dozen steps, before we stop once more. A gag is shoved into my mouth and the goggles are removed. I squeeze my eyes shut, the sudden light hurts. Opening them a slit and then slowly a little more, I find that I am in another small room. A canine male of some type, probably some mixed breed, holds my leash.

He waits a moment to allow me to get my bearings, then he opens the door and starts walking, forcing me to follow him. We walk down another featureless corridor. But not very far, then he takes me to one of the toilet rooms. There is a short queue of femmes waiting for their turn. Disgusted yet fascinated, I can't help but watch the femmes use the two pits to relieve themselves. And the femme that kneels there and cleans them afterwards, using only her fingers. She does have a paper roll that she uses to wipe her fingers afterwards. I shudder at the thought of having to do that. I don't really wonder any more how they can make a fur do something like that, I just pray that I won't have to do it. A part of me knows that I don't have the strength of will to resist their punishments for long before I would give in. A larger part of me wants to try anyway, if only to show them that I have not given in completely.

Then it is my turn and the fox leads me to the pit and throws the leash over the bar. As I am slowly reeled in, I assume the position I have to, the only once that I can assume without falling into the soiled waters below. My collar touches the bar and I crouch with my legs spread as wide as they will go. And I relieve myself in full view of at least a dozen furs. Not all of them are watching me, but several are. I feel shame, but there is no point in trying to hold back. It feels so humiliating to have my tailhole cleaned by someone else, by a femme's bare fingers, yet it also feels good. Then I am finished and the bar unreels my leash, allowing me to stand up again.

The fox grabs the leash and starts walking as soon as my feet are on solid ground again. I hurry after him, not wanting to hurt my neck any further. For several minutes we walk down featureless corridors, every now and then passing another fur or a guard with a slave in tow. Not all of the slaves are tied up. "Probably once they have trained me until I obey them properly, I will be led like this as well." He turns into a side corridor. My eyes widen when I see the small doors in the walls "Cells for slaves! Like the one I woke in today." He stops in front of one and presses a button to open it. I can't see any marking to differentiate it from the others, not even a number.

He turns to me and removes the gag from my muzzle. I wait for him to tell me what to do, but he just looks at me expectantly, as if he expects me to know what to do. After a few second his face show disappointment and dissatisfaction and he points at the door. It is barely more than a foot high, I would have to crawl in on my stomach. When I don't move, he kicks my legs out from under me. I crash to the floor and howl in pain. He grabs my collar, drags me to the door and shoves my head inside. When I don't crawl quickly enough to suit him, he kicks my backside. Sobbing in pain, I crawl as quickly as possible. The door slams shut behind me.

The room (if one can call it such) is dimly illuminated. It is a different cell from the one I was in earlier, but the differences are hardly noticeable. One obvious difference is that this cell is illuminated, if only dimly. What interests me more than what the cell looks like is what is in the two bowls on the floor. There are even inscriptions on them, "Slave's food." and "Slave's water.", and that is what they contain, a paste-like gruel and water. I hesitate for a moment before I start eating, given the inscriptions, it feels like acknowledging my status, like giving in. But my stomach grumbles so loudly for me to resist. I kneel and lean forward. Eating is difficult with my muzzle held immobile by the ring gag. I can only lap up the food and swallowing is difficult. Still, I manage somehow. The food is a neatly tasteless flour paste. Lapping up the water is not a lot easier.

All too soon I have eaten all the food and licked out the bowl. The day must have been more tiring than I thought, my eyelids start to feel very heavy. Exhausted, I curl up as well as I can, which is not very well. Or maybe they put some drug into the food. I don't really care any more.

Then my eyes close and I am out like a light.

The End

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