Tales of an enslaved foxytaur chapter 1
#1 of Tales of enslaved Foxytaurs
Tales of an enslaved foxytaur.
Chapter 1 Enslavement
By S343 Guilty Spark
Triss smiled at his reflection in the full-length mirror. Licking the side of his muzzle as he inspected himself for a night at the "Slave Bar." He was your average red foxtaur. A being made up of a lower non-anthro body with an anthro style torso attached to where the 'shoulders' would be on this lower body. His coat was pretty much the standard red fox spread with the russet main, creamy underbelly spreading up to his muzzle and tail tip. Black 'socks' adorned each of his four foot-paws and both of his hands. His hair was cut back to look much like head fur, and his eyes were the typical brown. He stood at a fair 6ft, was fit, healthy, and in peak condition.
He was an odd taur in the sense he liked to wear clothing. A white shirt on his anthro half was perhaps not so odd for a taur, the dark purple jacket he wore over that was... a little stranger, but the thing that made him stand out was his taur pants. Dark purple to match his jacket, they hugged his lower body nicely, showing off the nice bulge between his hind legs. Only his tail and the black 'socks' of each foot showed from under the pants. They bore a loose resemblance to anthro style jeans from the front, with even a decorative pair of pockets on the rump end of them.
Last of all, he picked up a 'black' collar and placed it on his neck. The bar he was going to, had a fashion there, and a collar worn showed submission, a willingness to submit to another. The color of the collar signified what level of submission, twelve in all, White was romantic submission, and the darker the collar the deeper your desire to be dominated. Blue was the second darkest collar. It meant you could take a lot of pain, be whipped, flogged, bound up and be thrown away like a used price of trash. Black was a special color, it meant you were looking for something long term but was also willing to have a one-night stand. Those relations could be risky. Once you entered this bar, you ran the risk of being enslaved. Forced into a life of bondage and servitude, against your will, even being sold.
Triss was tired of one-night stands, dominating others, he wanted something else. As he locked the collar around his neck in place, he swallowed. Last time he was there last Friday, he had captured a small male fennec foxtaur wearing a Blue collar. He had not enjoyed fucking him and filling his ass with his seed in front of the room as much as he had done with many others before, though naturally the lightly drunk patrons enjoyed the scene. Over the years him being a dom had lost it's charm.
That night after empting his balls, he caught sight of someone he had not seen or heard from in seven months. His friend Jayen. He didn't recognize him at first. Jayen was a friend whom he had allowed to dominate him, even fuck him up his ass. He had seen a large male wolftaur stroll in. White as snow, and over three hundred fifty pounds of solid muscle. He was a good foot taller and with blue eyes so sharp that made him drool. Beside him he brought in tow three vixentaurs. He knew of this wolftaur. He was a slaver, a flesh peddler. As he inspected the vixentaurs one caught his eyes and tried to hide her paws. That was when he saw the white toes on them. His friend Jayen had the exact same toes.
When the wolftaur had walked into a back room with the other two vixentaurs, he slipped over and saw Jayen's big belly as she turned in shame. He took a hold of her tail, as a lone slave she had no rights to hide anything, and Triss yanked it up. Jayen had been turned into a shemale, her cock and balls locked away in a chastity device. Her fat baby belly had caused her sheath tube and balls to be pressed out the back and presented. He took note of the large rings that had been placed though the toy. Jayen whimpered as Triss ran his fingers over those rings and turned them. The rings held firm and that got a whimper from Jayen, the rings had periced his sheath and cock holding the tube in place for good. A ring ran behind her nuts and was so small that it could not pass the balls through them without serious pain. From that ring was a latch that ran between the shemale's nuts to further trap them. The lock that would have allowed the latch to be unlocked had been melted in place.
On a whim he reached down to feel her belly and he got to feel a kick as his hand trailed over the belly. Somehow the wolftaur had gotten Jayen pregnant. The wolftaur was suddenly beside him, his voice the first thing Triss knew that he was there asked, "Friend of yours?" a smile on his lips held an evil glean. Triss nodded and smiled a bit, though inside he was a bit so-so, he held his composure and did not show this to the wolftaur, confidently replying, "Love what you've done to her."
Jayen had been a dominate and highly arrogant. There was nothing he could do, no law to protect his friend, but after looking up the slaver's profile he found he was highly respected. The wolftaur slaver had a contract that he made all furs sign once he enslaved them, after a year of servitude they would be freed, that how this wolftaur worked. Seventy percent of the sale price went into an account for the captive, ten percent into the wolftaur's pocket, Ten to the bar, and Ten to the health care for the waiters who where slaves here. Anyone who wore a Black collar took a big risk, as sometimes slavers forced longer contracts such as five or even ten years of servitude.
Triss had cleared up a few ties and let them know what he was planning. He didn't even know the wolftaur's name. He did know a few things. He bred pleasure slaves, Anthro, taur, elf, didn't matter. The last week he found a web site that detailed the training of his slaves and came nearly five times in two hours. He grabbed his keys knowing if he vanished his friends would take care of his house.
The music of the bar was nice, not blaring like other's. The place was not sleazy, but clean, tidy, and had clean air. Unlike other bars where people could be hurt and no one cared, everyone here looked after each other. The collar system helped. After getting through the front door, he looked around at the huge first floor bar. The upper five floors were for private times, all equipped with various themes from BDSM, incest play, everything. A stage held a small bound pregnant shemale vixentaur, above the hapless slave was a small breasted but much larger female wolftaur had just mounted him and started fucking him with a strap-on.
Triss headed to the bathroom; on the way he passed a table of deer. One with a small set of antlers was being roughly lifted up on the table. The group already had their captive naked and one pulled out a hand saw and as their captive's head was held in place, the one with the biggest rack started sawing off the their captive's antlers. Their captive was crying out as they de-racked him, the young buck was no more then 18 if that. The one with the biggest rack looked old enough to be his father, and could very well have been, incest was common among some furries
Triss hurried past this scene and into the bathroom. The place was as clean as the main room. Looking around, a smiled graced his muzzle as he took note of a small white anthro foxy. His fur stained and covered in yellow lines as he basically sat in a urinal. He was collared and his arms chained with in the stall. Kneeling down with an erect shaft the chains on his arms prevented him from jacking off. He smiled asking, "Sir would you care to use me?" Triss came over to this willing victim as he caught the sight of a male elf bound and gagged as a large cougar rammed his cock in and out of his helpless ass.
Triss stood up placing his front paws on the top of the urinal as the arctic fox unzipped his pants to extract his cock. Once free he relaxed his prostate and allowed his piss to flow. The fox under him allowed his urine to coat his face and even leaned up to lick at that flowing tip as he covered the sub in his strong smelling urine. He enjoyed the gentle touch of the small male. Finally with his bladder drained the foxy below him licked the tip of his cock clean and gave it a kiss before zipping up his fly. Triss smiled and pushed off as he left the bathroom after a few minutes.
As he came out the young stag had lost both his antlers and was by now on his knees with his hands bound behind his back as he was forced to give the eldest a blowjob. His tear stained cheeks showed his humiliation, but his erect and throbbing cock showed his arousal. If anyone did not want some thing done to them, all you had to do was yell "safeword". Gags were not normally allowed in the bar, the bathrooms were different. They were the only place a gag was allowed as a guard came in every five minutes or so to check on anyone who had willing bound themselves and gagged themselves, chances were good the cougar was the guard. He looked around and saw a small number of younger furs maybe 15 at the youngest being seduced by older more experienced furs.
Friday was wallflower night, it was a night for young inexperienced furs to be given attention to help them under stand what their bodies were going through. He saw a young male foxtaur being lightly teased by a female wolftaur. This was a main reason he liked coming here, taurs were fully accomdated. The females had taken off her top and was allowing the young male to touch and feel her breast as he explored her body. Just because the place held a strong BDSM and Master/Slave theme didn't mean romance and romantic relations didn't start.
As he looked around a sudden hit to his flank caught his attention. Behind him was the big wolftaur who enslaved his friend. His ears splayed back as he swallowed, the grin on his muzzle told him everything, he was slave hunting. He knew that even dominates who had no collar's were not protected from enslavement. "Was hoping to see you here tonight vixen." He softly spoke, making Triss blush brightly, knowing what was on the wolftaur's mind. The wolftaur pulled out a leash and attached it to his collar and led him over to a table.
They walked past two females; one a tigress who had a doe bound and lightly gagged making gentle love to each other. The tigress was licking the doe's cunny. They took up a seat in a dark corner that allowed them some privacy, but also gave them complete view of every one else. "I was hoping to see you also sir," said Triss in his best sub-willing tone, though at first he was up for just about anyone to dominate him. He could feel his tail hole tingle; it had been nearly a year since he last felt a big cock up his tight tail hole, any cock. He was unashamedly gay, and only a handful of females intrested him sexually.
The wolftaur smiled as he pulled his prey close and wrapped his arms around his chest lifting the front of his shirt up and over his head so his chest was exposed. The wolftaur licked and nibbled Triss' left ear as he whispered, "After I got your friend home, he squealed like a vixen as I raped his virgin ass." Triss felt his cock swell trapped in his sheath and pants. He felt the wolftaur grabbed a hold of his nipples and pinch and pull them hard. "I took my sweet time stripping away his masculinity, once piece at a time. First I poured a magic oil up his ass that would give him a womb and enable him to get pregnant."
Triss gasped feeling the wolftaurs hands all over his chest as he put one of his front legs over his back and waist, as his captor told him of the fate his friend met. "I also locked away his cock it took about two weeks for him to come into heat. Then I let ten male foxtaurs take him for three days straight."
Triss gasped knowing how badly his friend would have been humiliated. His friend had never allowed any one to take him up the ass, he was too macho and full of himself that no one was good enough to have him there. "I see sir..." he said, though when he spoke he got a gentle slap to his muzzle.
"Quite Vixen, or else I'll muzzle your face," came the wolftaur's deep voice, and he felt him move down his body, "I kept him in chastity all that time and using a special toy even trained him to cum while being fucked and locked in chastity," he continued, as Triss felt the wolftaur unzip the back of his pants. A strong lupine hand lifted his tail up and off to the side as he allowed the wolftaur to expose his ass, balls and an erect shaft. "Then once I told him he was pregnant he didn't believe me. And then piece by piece I striped more and more of his masculinity away, making him grow long hair, shrinking him magically down in size, and then growing his breasts, making sure they would be filled with rich sweet milk."
Triss felt him apply a cold lube to his tail hole in good amount as he squeezed the invading fingers with that ebony ring of muscle. He had taken three enemas and made sure he was clean inside and out, and before long he felt the wolftaur finger fucking him as he held that foxy tail out of the way, he only used two fingers as Triss felt an itch grow in his anus, an inch that could only be scratched with a nice firm shaft slipping in and out. Finally the wolftaur moved behind him and mounted his back. Triss lowered his body some to allow his captor easy access to his body and tailhole. The wolftaur on his back fully, grabbed a hold of his arms and pulled them behind his back where the wolftaur handcuffed them.
Triss softly gasped as he felt the tip of the wolftaur's shaft press into that tight ring as the wolftaur whispered, "Remain still vixen," and he got his ears licked as his nipples were played with. The wolftaur lifted his forelegs up and rested his whole weight on his prey as Triss struggled to hold up the entire weight of his future master. With one leg on the ground the wolftaur slowly sank his shaft into his tight ring.
For Triss after it was in, it felt like some one pushing a baseball bat up his ass, something he had taken before one night when needing to be fucked, and no one was around to help his itch. He felt inch after inch slowly slide into his anal ring. Finally after maybe 10 inches or so he felt the swelling of the wolftaur's knot. Lifting his leg up he pulled back some and started to slowly fuck his vixen. His mind coming up with a plan for this new slave-to-be.
Triss blushed brightly as his enslaver forced his muzzle up as the wolftaur bit his neck to hold him as he was slowly fucked. He could feel him pull out slowly as Triss gripped that cock hard as he slowly dragged it out of his ass and then when he pushed it in he relaxed some as he felt the wolftaur's knot press at his anal ring firmly, but never hard enough to even attempt a tie. Triss was nipped hard as the wolftaur chuckled, "Pressing back on me eh? You want my knot in you?"
Triss blushed and nodded, it had been so long since he was with another male, he wanted that knot up his ass. But he knew he wouldn't be tied just yet, no the wolftaur would not tie or let him cum, he was too skilled for that, he would make him willingly follow him back to his home where he could fully enslave him, making him beg and plead to be fucked hard and fast, and be tied.
Triss looked around as the eyes of some patrons looked at them. For nearly twenty minutes the wolftaur slowly fucked his vixen driving him wild with sexual desire. He did not touch his hanging cock as he felt the wolftaur put his legs down and said "Down on your belly", with a pant in his breath. Triss lowered himself to the floor as he felt the cock leave his ass and then felt that cock lay at his anus and finally his master came. His fertile seed sprayed and spewed all over his anus, balls and dripped down to soak his sheath and cock.
Triss was in a near sexual frenzy as he was oh so close to climaxing as he felt the fur of his belly touch his cock. After six or seven spurts the wolftaur smiled and un-cuffed his hands and unhooked his leash. He began to walk past him, and away, "Your welcome to follow me home, but it will be the last thing you do freely for a long time." The wolftaur then suddenly snapped the cuffs around his wrists in front of him and placing the key that hung from a leather string to the cuffs around his neck as he began to walk away and out the door. Like a homeless puppy Triss followed the wolftaur watching that white tail as the wolftaur left the bar. His cock hanging fully erect and dripping cum from the seed that coated his balls sheath and ass.
Triss willingly followed the wolftaur to the Whiteclaw Ranch. The main house was large and very big, off to the side was a number of barracks for housing pleasure slaves. Triss sighed as he followed the wolftaur up to the front door having walked almost five miles to get here. Finally the wolftaur opened the front door and went in and he quietly followed. Once in side The wolftaur turned and smiled as he climbed up and lay on a couch with a fully erect cock. Triss lowered his head and came over to that cock. He lowered his maw to that erect shaft and started to lick and suck on that flesh. His master smiled and relaxed as he was orally pleasured.
A female drow elf slave came in with a glass of wine to give to her master. She was naked and her only article of clothing was her collar, wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs. Her ebony skin shone in the dim light as her long white hair flowed down her back below her ass. She gave her master the wine as he quietly told her to "get the complete she-male transformation kit, and a washbasin for this new slave's balls." Triss did not use his hands as he wrapped his lips around the head of his master's cock and then pushed down to let it slide into his muzzle. He sucked firmly, moaning on the flesh as he felt it throb. He bobbed his head up and down running his tongue over as much of that 14-inch cock as he could. Triss even managed to get his muzzle down to his master's knot which was the last four inches on his cock. Triss built up speed as he felt the shaft throb and pulse eagerly. He knew his master was growing close to his orgasm and wanted to provide him a good blowjob but without him doing any work at all. He wanted to impress his owner.
A grunt from above signaled his master's orgasm as he felt that shaft swell and pulse inside his mouth. Triss sealed his muzzle around that shaft making a tight seal with his lips, as he tasted the first of his master's seed flow into his mouth. He eagerly swirled his tongue around that throbbing cock head, as he tasted his master's seed. He swallowed that seed down as fast as he could. He almost dropped that organ when he felt hands on his balls as a wet and hot cloth began to wash his balls, sheath, and cock. Once he was sure his master's orgasm was over he looked back to see that female drow washing his balls.
He had never found much sexual attachment to the human male, females or elven males or females, they just didn't do anything for him sexually. He looked up at his master who said, "Enjoy her touches, this may be the last time I ever allow you to act as a male." Her touches were soft and enjoyable as he did his best to enjoy it as she washed his cock and balls. But other then hold his cock out of it's sheath he found almost no sexual excitement, he knew he would be unable to orgasm. She carefully massaged his flesh as she cleaned his organ before he was finally clean.
The wolftaur smiled and shooed the slave away as he got up from the couch and taking the key from around Triss' neck un-cuffed him. "You may speak now slave." He came around and smiled seeing the slightly damp fur between his legs, and traced his fingers over his slave's balls and sheath. "Now I'll give you a good tail fuck, hard and fast"
Triss shivered a bit, wriggling his rump a bit as he feels the cool air over his exposed rear.
"Mmph, heh, not had one fer quite a while..." he yipped, his sheath firming under the touch of the big wolftaur's.
He smiled as he nodded, "Well then, you'll be nice and tight little vixen when I'm done with you." and he started at once to help Triss remove his clothes quickly, but carefully so as not to tear them as he walked over and picked up a well placed bottle of anal ease, "I'm gonna fuck you hard and fast...."
Triss blushed some; his tail flagging slowly as he watched his master, and ran a hand over his taur back slowly almost in anticipation. It also made him look a little sexy in a way... He allowed the wolftaur to free him from his shirt and pants as they were carefully folded and set down as he asked "And I'm gonna squirm and take knot...?" perhaps a little 'too' sultrily.
He nodded, showing his erection to his slave as his slave gasped seeing the 14 inch long 3 and a half inch cock erect under his belly. His knot easily the size of a grapefruit promised to only get bigger. "Yes." and then Triss could feel that cold gel spread all over his anus, before he shoved a few fingers deep inside his ass while he licked his lips before hopping up and then proceeding to mount him. Triss could once more feel that massive rod poking and prodding his rear before homing in on his still tight hole. Once he was lined up properly the wolftaur wasted little time as he simply shoved his entire cock all the way to the edge of his knot into his new fuck slave. The wolftaur grabbed a hold of Triss' breasts and nipples so he could roughly pinch and pull those nubs of flesh as he started jack hammering in and out of the foxytaur ass under him.
Triss could hear his master's growl out deeply as his jaws opened and snap to hold the nape of his neck. His knot was already formed as he pulled out just the head of his dick and then slammed into him as hard as he could jarring his body as he held him pinching his nipples harshly. The wolftaur's forepaws now moved to just tease his slave's sheath and cock, he made sure however he didn't get enough stimulation to orgasm.
Triss grunted, eyes closing tight at the rough mating, his body rocking visibly with each of his master's powerful thrusts. His pants slowly deepen, brief shudders were running through his upper torso with each pinch of his nipples, his own shaft hanging heavily, dripping just a little pre, but in the cool air, and with limited stimulation, it was left to throb softly...
The wolftaur smiled as Triss could feel him step his fucking up a notch as he lifted up his hind legs to put his full 350 pound weight on his back as he pinched his nipples painfully as they slowly started to warm up. Triss could feel the warmth spread through out his body as his master cast a spell to change him. His knot slammed home as hard and as fast as he attempted to tie, "Beg me to tie your slut ass," he growled.
Triss was only dimly aware of a warmth in his chest and body as his breasts slowly started to push out and fill the wolftaur's paws. Triss was so lost in the pleasure of the rough fuck that he didn't even notice his head fur growing longer just like a vixen as his master started to turn him into his newest shemale vixentaur. TRiss also noted for a moment his master seemed to be getting heavier but steeled himself thinking it was a lack of focus that cause the weight to seem to get heavier, unaware his master was shrinking him down in size also.
Triss shuddered; his legs shook for a moment as his master's weight bore down on him. He tensed up again, his legs tensing and bearing up strong now, able to take his master's forceful thrusts. With a surprised yip he felt the warmth, though his eyes were closed tightly he could feel the odd sensations, though he couldn't complain as his attention was caught by a wonderful large knot.. "Nnff.. Yea..! Tie me... Tie my bitch ass.... Pleeease make me your vixen slut..!" he growled and whined out loud as his voice slowly rose in sound to become the voice of a vixen, shuddering with every hit of that knot to his tight anal ring.
The wolftaur smiled and moaned as he pounded away and then as the slave's transformation took place he moaned as it continues while he molested her new tits. Suddenly slammed as hard as he could and then his knot popped in and swelled in place. He gave a few more thrusts before exploding deep inside his new toy.
Triss dipped her muzzle, almost growling in lust, and feeling the odd sensation of breasts.. 'her' breasts? She was in too much pleasure to be surprised, her heavy panting broken when that knot forced inside her tight rear, making her body tense with a sharp gasp, then yelp coming from her as her ass was stretched painfully wide, then pure pleasure as that knot swelled locking her in a tie. She could feel his cock throb and swell just before that shaft began to fill her bowels with hot wolftaur seed, the vixen under him panting like a true bitch.
Her master smiled as he made her breasts fill out to be a tad smaller then her frame, but slowly he made his bitch shrink under him. Jayen was forced to endure this over months as this wolftaur slowly stripped her masculinity away piece by piece. Triss' body also began to reduce in size as he moaned out humping through out his orgasm until Triss stood only four feet instead of her normal six foot height and he smiled at his slave as his orgasm died down and then without warning he hoped off the new vixen and turned around trying to escape the tie..."I have ta put you in the kennel soon bitch, and I'll start your training tomorrow."
Her master dragged his slave behind him as he collected a sheath tube and then suddenly pulled out of the tie and he reached up under her legs despite any protests and slid that tube over her erect cock. A hollow tube slid down into her cum slit as he started working a chastity toy on her just like Jayen had now.
Triss whined a bit as her master had jump off to escape the tie, not entirely enjoying the smaller size, but finding the butt to butt tie rather enjoyable. Even as he was trying to pull from her tight ass... She gave a bit of a nod, looking back at him with a blush... Yelping at the withdrawal, and at the chastity toy he placed on her hard shaft. She splayed her ears back, watching.
He smiled as her cock vanished into the tube as Triss could feel the smooth rod slide down her cum slit and he then gave her cock a painful pinch to make it go flaccid and retract into her sheath. As it did he smiled covering her sheath as the tube was a bit flat to hug her body and a slit allowed the skin attaching the sheath to her belly to pass freely. Once covering her sheath he took a hold of her balls and passed them through a ring one by one as it is a bit snug and then he brought a latch up between them and with a snap he locked the toy on her by her balls. He smiled, looking at the vixen he had created, "Soon I'll train you to orgasm in that toy." and he pointed to a mirror to let the vixen see the changes...
Triss had shivered with every touch, until the pinch where she tensed, erffing a little as her shaft slipped back to it's furry, and now metal clad home. The tube within her shaft feeling awfully uncomfortable and strange. She looked to where he pointed, blushing fiercely at the changes, shying up in a very feminine way, though curious enough to peer at details slowly, breasts, size, body shape... she actually found herself attractive.
Her breast fit her size perfectly, A large C-cup but with her small size made them seem bigger. She could feel the pressure in that tube as her cock attempted to erect in that prison. Already she could feel the pressure build knowing she would have to be trained to orgasm with it on. Triss watched him gather up her clothes, he went throigh her pockets and took out her house keys and wallet. Her black collar was also amongst them, and then suddenly throw them into the fire place and almost at once started to catch fire, She was glad her master had taken out her valuables before burning them. She almost started to reach out to save them but when he barked out "Kneel before me bitch!" she obeyed lowered her front legs and keeping her hind legs up and her tail up over her back. With her ears laid back she looked up at him as he prepared to collar her his slave.
As he brought the collar up Triss reached back lifting up her new head of hair so that black collar was placed around her neck. It was firm as she felt it be buckled around her neck and then with a snap it was locked into place with the built in lock. She was now trapped in her new life. There was Print on the collar that said in silver letters, "Sex Slave In Training." and he smiled as he spoke to her one more, "Look to the fire and watch the last of your freedom go up in smoke."
She turned her head watching her clothes now fully in flames as she sighed resigning her self to her new life. Her master went behind her as he began getting things from a tray. After he came into her view she turned to look at him and lowered her head to speak, "I freely submit to my new life as your sex slave in training and will obey your every command." he smiled at her. When she saw him pick up a large hypodermic needle and full it with a milky white fluid she gasped and swallowed hard.
"Nine injections in each breast, by tomorrow you will be lactating," he explained, she placed her arms behind her back as he took hold of her right breast and then he held it still before plunging the five inch long needle half way into her breast to inject her. Her breast now much more sensitive them before, made her cried out as he injected her. Triss struggled withher self as she felt the jabbing pain. He could have done this with a smaller and shorter needle but did it to cause fear in her. She yelped out as tears streamed down her eyes as he put eight injection sights on her breast. Each one equally placed and at a different angle. Once they were done he began to play with her nipple getting it to erect before piercing her there and pushing it all the way into her tender breast flesh.
Triss threw her head back and howled in agony as he injected her with the stimulant before pulling it out. He repeated the same process on her other breast and when he was done she was bawling in tears as he set down the needle to rub her hurt breasts. As she cried she felt her breasts warm up as the pain slowly left her as she was able to regain her composure. It had taken every ounce of her self control not to pull away. Now that the pain was gone she sniffled and whispered, "Thank you master." Greatful her new master wasn't heartless.
Her master smiled as that was done. He left her breasts alone to show her a bottle and a butt plug. The plug made her worry as it was more cone shaped in that where it went in was small and when it plugged her the sides were at a sharp ninety degree angle. It would go in, but hurt like hell coming out if she could get it out at all. He picked up a key and turned it as it sprang forward so it would allow a smooth exit. He then pushed it down to lock it in place. "This will make you hold a magic oil up your ass until tomorrow. By then it will be absorbed into your body and will change you so you will grow a womb, and enable you to get pregnant when some male fucks you up your ass while in heat."
He came behind her and with out ceremony he simply opened her anus with two fingers shoved deep into her ass and parted that muscle ring. Triss yelped out loud as she was stretched so wide so fast as it left a pleasant burn in her as she felt that cold oil pour into her bowels.
She wondered what would it be like to be in heat, grow a cub inside her and give birth. As the oil poured in her she gave a shiver as she was once more reminded of her cock trapped as it tried to erect at her thoughts. Once the oil was in her she felt him plug her up as her anus closed around the base of the plug. She was surprised at its size and could not get it out as it was without hurting her self.
She gasped as she collected herself as her master called in a shemale sun elf, she was naked and she was different. She stood about five feet tall naked and fully erect. Her cock was a nice size, about seven inches long and her balls hung nicely. Triss noticed rings around her cock as her master said, "Inspect her if you wish. Tammy, when she is done take her to the kennel, put her with Tawna, Triss will be on nursing duty tomorrow morning." Tammy just nodded as Triss saw the way she was pierced.
Tammy's cock had seven rings on it. Each one ran around her cock as was held in place. Each ring was pierced in such a way a bar was driven through the sides of her cock and binding it to the other side of the ring. Each ring was slightly smaller as Triss felt up her cock, the largest at the base of her cock and the smallest held just under her cock head. The effect had caused her cock to be a slight purple in tone and the veins full, it forced her erect cock into tighter and tighter rings, making any erection she had painful. The tip of her cock had a large ring on it for leashing as Triss blushed, also the head of her cock was lightly scared as if it had been bitten or nipped a lot. Her balls were parted, a small closed ring rested above each of her balls forcing it into it's own little sack.
Triss shuddering as her own cock did it's hardest to try and erect, she was glad she had not been pierced like that, but wondering what it had been like to have that done. She stood up after having played with the elf's cock and allowed her to lead her out of the house to the kennels. She was surprised to find the place clean as she was directed to a strong iron door that opened silently. Inside she saw a sight that made her stop halfway in the door. Only Tammy pushing her in got her inside as the elf direct Triss to the other side of the kennel. There Tammy attached a long chain to Triss' collar and locked it in place as the elf closed and locked the door from the outside, The door for safty could also be opened from the inside, only forcibly enslaved furs were kept in true cells.
On the other side of the kennel, laying on a soft mat was a shemale vixentaur just like her. She held two foxtaur kits at her breasts to nurse them. Her coat was deep red as she smiled looking over at her kennel mate. That had not shocked her, what had shocked her was the sight of a very young, maybe a newborn foxtaur kit resting between her front and hind legs, resting it's upper body on her belly as it was sucking on her erect cock. The vixentaur moaned out as she tensed and then gave a load of cum for her to feed the cub. Once the cub had eaten the protein meal, she placed another cub at her cock and allowed the newborn to suckle her milk. "Cock nursing is important to the training of future sex slaves." she said.
Triss nodded as she watched the scene, while climbing up on her own very soft mat to watch the scene. As she rested her head she wondered what it will be like, to have children then help train them to be sex slaves and pleasure pets. A smile graced her lips as she watched the shemale cum a second time and again switch cubs nursing so each would get a turn on her cock. In time Triss drifted off to sleep, but the throbbing of her cock had caused her sleep a bit restlessly.
To be continued in,
Tales Of An Enslaved Foxytaur 2:
Training begins