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1 - Intake

Melissa rolled her eyes at the white bunny behind the wheel. The warnings were starting to get old. Sure, she had done some ill-advised things in the past after far too little planning or forethought, but this didn't really count. This time she had done her homework and planned properly, and was looking for more optimism. To be fair, her friend Anna had been mostly supportive of her latest adventure, but her worrying was ruining the mood. “Seriously Anna, it will be fine. Yeah, there are some bad parts of Africa, but that's not where I'll be volunteering. I worry more about you getting home safely in this little toy car."

The rabbit huffed. “Just because it's electric doesn't make it a toy. I hit ninety on the highway back there, you know." The car was new, and she was defensive of her choice.

Melissa stretched into a yawn, letting it flow across her whole body in the way that felines excelled at, showing off her slim figure. The day had gotten a very early start, and she hadn't slept well out of excitement about starting her adventure. “Yeah, and now you'll probably run out of juice on the way back. It will be nice going somewhere they still run everything on proper gasoline."

Anna shook her head. “They even have charging ports at Waffle Houses now. Stop living in the oughts. Are you sure this group you're going with is reputable? I worry you'll become some pirate's bride in Somalia or something."

Melissa had answered that question several times already. “For the last time, yes. I did my research, and they are definitely legit. I even sent you the website!"

The rabbit nodded. “Yeah, and it looked fine. I'm just going to be nervous with you away. I know how you can just charge into things sometimes."

They were nearing the business park where the volunteerism organization had a location, one town over from the college the girls attended. Melissa was taking a year off from classes to help out those less fortunate, and admittedly also to just get a break from classes. She expected to be spending her time building schools and doing some teaching in some poor, but hopefully not too war-torn part of Africa. They said they wouldn't know exactly where she'd be going until shortly before she was sent off, so that was still a mystery to her, but it didn't really matter. It wasn't like this was a vacation.

Anna pulled into the mostly-empty business park lot and cruised past shipping companies and small engine repair shops, stopping in front of the entrance below the sign for Helping Paws. The logo looked a little amateurish, and the sign on the side of the building looked pretty cheap, but charities couldn't be expected to spend a ton of money on such things. The rabbit looked nervously at her friend. “Ok. You're going to call me when you know where you're going, and when you get there, and every week, right?"

Melissa laughed. “If I can get access to a phone, yes. Seriously, you'd think I was going to the moon or something." She collected her small suitcase from the trunk. She'd been told to pack light. Everything she needed, from clothes to toiletries, would be provided on-site, and there was no guarantee that whatever method of travel she had to take would have room for a lot of cargo. The white cat didn't exactly like heading off without most of her clothes, but at least they wouldn't get damaged this way. They'd be fine in storage until she got back, and she was able to bring a small selection of personal effects in her small bag.

Anna gave her a hug in front of the door, still looking nervous. “Seriously, be careful, ok?"

Melissa gave her a squeeze and a confident smile. “Never fear bunbun, I can take care of myself."

They said their final goodbyes and Melissa headed into the building, shaking her head at the meek whirring sound Anna's car made as it pulled away. She was bouncing with excitement, eager to see the world and do what she could to help out. The schedule for today just held boring stuff: a final medical exam to make sure she was in good enough shape and series of vaccinations. Helping Paws didn't want their volunteers getting ill while potentially very far from medical treatment.

The lobby was entirely nondescript, like a dentist office that couldn't afford an interior decorator, or even a trip to Ikea. There were light spots on the walls where pictures had hung previously, taken away by whatever company had owned the office space before the charity. The furniture wasn't new, but not old enough to be falling apart either. The overall impression was of a place that was entirely unmemorable.

The receptionist was a cute skunk girl who had a somewhat dazed look on her face. That was understandable, given how early it still was; Melissa wasn't at a hundred percent herself. The cat was surprised to notice that the skunk had the body of a stripper. Did they intentionally hire eye candy for the reception desk in an effort to lure in more male volunteers? Melissa could almost respect them for that, though it was more likely they just took whoever applied, and that sometimes included girls who could also easily find work as a stripper.

The skunk perked up as soon as Melissa got near. “Hi! I'm Tammy. Are you here to sign up for a life-changing experience?"

Melissa was taken aback at how energetic Tammy seemed all of a sudden. It was like a switch had been flipped as soon as she got within five feet. She answered unsurely in the face of such enthusiasm, “Um, not quite. I'm already signed up. Melissa Stevens."

Tammy looked down at her computer screen for a moment, then back at the cat. “Ah! Yes, I see you?re here for in-processing. That's great! You'll have so much fun with us."

Melissa couldn't help but smile. The skunk's enthusiasm was infectious. “Oh, have you done a volunteer tour?"

The skunk nodded energetically. “Yep! At least, I think so." Her face froze in confusion. “I mean...when did I...where..."

Definitely eye candy, Melissa decided. She spoke up before Tammy could hurt herself. “That's cool. So what do I need to do today?"

Tammy became animated again now that she could continue following her script. “Oh, easy stuff. Have a seat and I'll buzz the doctor. He'll get you all ready."

Melissa nodded. “Ok, thanks." She took a seat in one of the old, but comfortable chairs in the lobby and looked around. There was the expected low table in the center of the section of chairs, but it was completely empty. What kind of waiting room didn't even have magazines to read? Thankfully, the doctor appeared almost immediately, like he had been waiting for her to arrive.

He was a tallish siberian tiger, a touch of grey on his temples giving him the distinguished gentleman look. He smiled widely as he entered the waiting room, greeting Melissa with a low, rumbling voice. “Hello, you must be Ms. Stevens." He held out a large hand and shook with Melissa as she stood. “I'm Doctor Adams."

“Just Melissa, thanks." She smiled back, instantly liking the doctor for his friendly manner. “So what's on the list for today?"

Adams eyed her luggage. “Looks like you packed light, as we asked, so it will be just a quick checkup and we'll get you ready to head off." He gestured toward the hallway he came from. “This way, if you don't mind. Tammy will keep an eye on your luggage."

The skunk nodded happily.

Melissa headed down the plain hall, stepping to the side into a very stereotypical looking exam room at the doctor's direction. “So what kind of checkup do I need? 'Turn my head and cough'?" She hopped up on the padded exam table without being asked.

The tiger closed the door and laughed. “No, much more simple. First a few questions. Some may be embarrassing, but your answers are all confidential, and it's our primary goal to make sure you're healthy."

Melissa nodded. “Sure, I understand."

Adams collected a clipboard from the counter and cleared his throat. “Ok, are you feeling well overall right now?"

The cat nodded again. “Yep, feeling great. I never get sick."

The doctor made a check mark. “Great to hear. Any family history of diabetes, heart disease, cancer, anything like that?"

She thought for a moment. “Not that I recall. I think one of my mom's distant relatives had lung cancer, but she also smoked two packs a day."

Adams made another check. “Have you ever had any adverse reactions to any

vaccine or other injection?" “Nope."

He wrote some more. “Also good news. Now I have the ones people dread. Have you had unprotected sex in the last two weeks?"

Melissa blushed only slightly. “No partners at all in that time period, and never unprotected. I'm clean, doc."

The doctor's smile grew. “Excellent. Have you ever had sexual relations with someone of the same sex?"

That finally got a real blush. “Once, a couple years ago. It was kinda fun, but not really my thing. Is that a problem?"

Adams shook his head, making a final mark. “Nope, it's just on the list to be asked. I think most of this is lifted directly from the Red Cross blood donation questionnaire. Anyway, that's it for the interrogation. Now just a few checks you're probably used to from physicals."

He retrieved one of those lighted scope things that probably had a very complex technical name from a cabinet and shined it into Melissa's eyes and ears. After a quick check of each, he declared her perfectly fit.

She smiled. “That's it, really?"

Adams shrugged. “It's enough to catch most oncoming illnesses. We could do more intensive checks for a number of things, but that gets expensive quick, and for little return. You may have noticed we're on a bit of a budget here." He gestured at the spartan room.

Melissa laughed. “Yeah. It does kind of look like you just moved in."

Adams chuckled in turn. “Well, we pride ourselves on low overhead. Most of our workers donate their time, including myself and the young lady you met out front."

Melissa looked impressed. “Wow, that's cool of you. You might want to be a little more picky on your receptionists though. That girl is a bit spacy."

The doctor narrowed his eyes for a moment before the smile returned. “You take what you can get. She means well, and gets the job done in her way." He laughed, seemingly at some personal joke. “We're almost done here. Just a couple vaccinations and you're good to go. Hope you're not afraid of needles."

The cat shrugged. “Not much gets to me. Bring it on." She watched the tiger retrieve a small jar and a pre-wrapped syringe from the cabinet, noting with minor confusion that there seemed to be nothing else in there. She would expect a little bit more supplies, even for a cash-strapped charity. A box of latex gloves, at the very least. In fact, she just now noticed that the doctor wasn't wearing gloves to begin with. Wasn't that standard practice?

She almost mentioned something, but decided to hold off. He had to know what he was doing.

The tiger had finished preparing the needle and turned to her arm, pulling a section of her fur to the side to expose a section of skin and wiping an alcohol swab on the spot. “Ok, first one is for malaria. Try to stay relaxed."

Melissa didn't even realize the doctor was going for a vein rather than the muscle injection site more typical for vaccines. She didn't wince as the needle went in, simply watching dispassionately as the tiger completed the task.

Adams capped the syringe and put it in a biohazard bin on the counter. “How do you feel, Ms. Stevens?"

She raised an eyebrow. That was an odd question to be asking after a simple vaccine. She opened her mouth to ask what he meant when she suddenly went light headed. “Whoa, a little woozy," she answered shakily.

The doctor returned to her side. “Yes, that happens sometimes." He placed a hand on her back to steady her.

Melissa started to feel exceptionally tired, her eyes drooping of their own accord. “No...not right." She fell backwards, the doctor's powerful paw guiding her to lay back on the exam table. The last thing she saw before blacking out was the tiger's sharp- toothed grin, his laugh filling her ears.

2 - Showroom

Melissa awoke in a room similar in theme to the one she had passed out in, but far better equipped. The walls were clean and white, the floor spotless. The entire room was well-lit, showing racks of medical equipment along the walls. The items ranged from the mundane to the esoteric, enough to stock a small town hospital. The facilities were a clear improvement over the small room in the business park.

What was definitely not an improvement over the previous room was her position. She was strapped to a table on her back, almost upright, but leaning back slightly, arms and legs spread out and tied down. She was nude, and could feel that there was a cutout around her butt on the table, leaving her as exposed as possible while still holding her up. What the fuck was that about? She strained at the cuffs holding her down, wanting to get up and demand some answers from the first person she saw.

A familiar growling voice halted her. “Now now, Ms. Stevens. Be careful. If you hurt yourself it will only lower your value." The tiger walked around to her side into her view. He was still wearing the same lab coat he had before, but his shirt and pants had changed. The grey was gone from his fur, making him look younger than he had before. “I'm sure you have several quest—"

“What the fuck are you doing to me, you sick bastard?" she snarled.

The doctor sighed. “Yes, that's almost always the first, though not usually with such anger." He stroked down Melissa's restrained arm, making her try again to pull it free. “The short answer is that you've been kidnapped, and will now be sold into slavery. Most likely for sex, but we typically don't ask too many questions."

Melissa growled at him. The revelation of his motive wasn't surprising. She was attractive enough to make a good candidate. She knew she should be afraid, and that would probably come later, but right now she was mostly just incredibly pissed at her captor. And a little bit annoyed at Anna for having been right about things going wrong. “So it was all a front? There's no real volunteer organization?"

The tiger laughed. “Oh my, no. Helping Paws exists. In the age of information we live in, a sham company would be far too easy to discover. No, they exist, they just aren't who you called, or showed up at."

Her mind raced. She was a strong woman, she could get out of this. Just stay cool, collect information, and wait for a chance to escape. “What's going to happen to me?"

Adams — and Melissa strongly suspected now that it wasn't his real name — seemed to be enjoying himself. He crouched down next to the smaller restrained cat. “That depends on who buys you. You shouldn't worry too much about that. We cater to a very high class clientele. You'll likely be kept in exceptional comfort and luxury. Is the occasional bit of sex such a high price to pay?"

Melissa spat at him, catching the tiger square on the forehead.

The doctor sighed unhappily and stood, retrieving a paper towel from a dispenser on the wall. He wiped himself clean before speaking again. “I should have seen that coming. You're certainly a fiery one." He pulled on some latex gloves, wincing as they pulled at his fur. “If you aren't going to be cooperative, then I'll just get on with your real intake examination. That brief bit of questioning I gave you before was a good initial screening, but there are several other things we want to check for before we put you up for sale, and you probably wouldn't have agreed to them then. Not that you'll technically be agreeing to them now, but it's going to happen anyway."

More nervousness came over Melissa. He probably wouldn't do anything to hurt her if he was serious about selling her, but that didn't mean she would be enjoying what was to come.

The tiger appeared back in her vision with a tube of lube in his hand. “I must admit a fondness for this part. Try not to tense up. It will make the experience unpleasant for you, but it won't stop me."

He disappeared for a moment before Melissa heard the squirting of the lube against the tiger's hand. She braced herself, but still jumped in surprise as a cool, slippery finger pressed against her vagina, forcing its way in up to the second knuckle. She hissed at the tiger, thrashing against her restraints.

The tiger nonchalantly removed his finger again. “Pleasantly tight up front, excellent. But maybe you were saving that, or just doing some old fashioned birth control."

Melissa knew that euphemism. “Fuck you."

The doctor shrugged. “I probably couldn't afford you, dear. I'm a valuable employee, but even I can't swing our prices. Try to relax." He refreshed the lube on his finger and poked it underneath her tail.

She tried to move away, but the table held her too securely, and a moment later the slippery digit was pressing against her tight rear opening. The cool feeling surprised her enough to relax for a moment and he was inside her again, invading her virgin rear, making her yelp.

Seconds later he pulled away again, then removed his gloves and tossed them in the trash. “Nope, plenty tight back there as well. You'll fetch a good price."

The slippery, lubed feeling lingered where she'd been molested, not letting her forget the violation. “Glad I meet your standards, asshole."

The tiger chuckled. “Well, you're pretty good. These could stand to be a bit bigger." He palmed her small breasts, then pinched her nipple, making her gasp, then growl.

Melissa made a fist, her claws digging into her palm. “Do you know how much work it takes to keep this figure? Fuck your big-titted slut stereotype."

The tiger petted her belly. “Don't worry, you're still quite attractive. I have no doubt you'll make us quite a lot of money." He lifted her hand, watching the claws extend as she tried to scratch him. “Those claws won't do, either. You'll want to control them, or

you may not like what happens."

Melissa shivered. They wouldn't really declaw her, right? The idea of such mutilation was horrifying, but if they were willing to kidnap her and engage in slave trade, it wasn't out of the question. New resolution: keep the aggression down until it was time to escape.

A bell chimed softly from some hidden speaker, catching the doctor's attention. “Ah, almost time to open for the day's business. Let's get you ready to show." He appeared again in Melissa's vision holding a thick metal collar, hinged on one side, which he fastened around the girl's neck with a solid-sounding click. “A bit medieval, I admit, but it sets an appropriate tone." He clipped a chain leash to the collar and pressed something on the table that released her arms and legs.

She immediately stood up, wobbling slightly on her feet, and glared at the tiger. She fingered the chain idly as she thought about her next move. Running immediately would probably be a bad idea. Taking down the big tiger would actually be the easy part. Getting out would be problematic at best. She had no idea of the layout of the place she was, or even if she was still in America.

The tiger gave a gentle tug on the chain. “If you're thinking of running, I would recommend against it. We're quite serious about security here. It would not go well for you." He led her off through spartan hallways, encountering nobody, even after they passed through a door and into a more luxuriously furnished area, with carpet that was soft on her bare paws and attractive paintings on the walls. Clearly they were entering an area meant for customers to see.

Melissa kept her head up high as they walked. Nude she may be, but she refused to show shame. They would not get even a little victory over anything she could control.

She passed several doors, each with a panel mounted over it that had a green light shining. Small windows allowed a view of what was inside the rooms, but she was led by too quickly to see anything but vague shapes within.

When they reached a door with a blank panel above it, the tiger led her inside, pausing at the doorway to flip a switch that turned on the green light. The room was sparse, but pleasantly decorated. The plush carpet continued inside, feeling nice on Melissa's bare paw pads, with the walls a pleasant neutral color. It was quite clearly a repurposed hotel room, stripped of most of the furniture, but it had been an upscale place before the slavers got to it. Off to the right as they entered was a door that would lead to the bathroom if it hadn't been remodeled for some other purpose. At the center of the room was what looked at first to be a richly padded, but strangely thin ottoman, though the cuffs attached to the bottom indicated it wasn't an ordinary piece of furniture.

The tiger pointed to it. “You're getting strapped to that. You can cooperate with me or I can press a button on the wall and a couple heavies will arrive and help you cooperate. Your choice."

Melissa glared and growled in the back of her throat, but kneeled down over top the ottoman, facing the doorway. The tiger affixed the leather cuffs to her ankles then

waited for her to lay down across it. It supported her up to the base of her sternum, letting her breasts hang over the end, as much as her small endowments could hang. Her arms were pulled back close to her knees, also getting cuffed to the odd piece of furniture. The position couldn't be called comfortable, but it wouldn't be torture either. She would be on display in every way that mattered, legs spread, sex and tailhole easily accessible, but that was to be expected. It was a situation she'd have to endure for now.

Her captor checked all the fasteners and found her securely bound. “Well, you look just perfect like that. I can't wait to show you to a customer." With that, he turned and left, leaving her alone in the room.

Melissa wasn't sure how long she'd have to wait. After only a few minutes she started to ache in her thighs, and twisted as much as she could to let the strange furniture take her weight. In addition, the room was just slightly too cool to be comfortable. No doubt the temperature was set to accommodate fully clothed customers.

She had to decide what to do when the first customer viewed her. Should she try to look enticing so she could get picked quickly to get away from what was likely a secure facility? Try and judge whether a potential owner was likely to have lax security or be nicer? Attempt to sabotage her chances with all of them in order to get more recon where she was?

All of the options had big disadvantages, mostly involving the fact that she had no information about her current situation or her potential destinations. Who bought sex slaves, really? Rich people, obviously, but where could you keep a slave without people getting suspicious? It couldn't be that common, or the secret would leak out.

Just as she was starting to get truly uncomfortable, the door opened, admitting the doctor and another male. The newcomer was a red fox. He wasn't as tall or powerful looking as the tiger, but he carried himself in a way that made it clear he was used to calling the shots. He wore a dark grey suit with a plain, conservative shirt and tie. As soon as he cleared the doorway he edged away from the tiger, putting some distance between them. One hand stroked the fur on his chin as he dispassionately observed Melissa.

The tiger shut the door behind them. “I'm starting off by showing you what I think is our current best product. The only reason she's still available is that she just arrived this morning. Mind your hands, by the way. She's anything but tame."

The fox walked around her in a slow circle, nodding slowly, receiving glares from Melissa whenever she could turn her head to see him. “Hmm, I admit she's very nice, but isn't she a touch skinny?"

The doctor laughed. “Ah, I take it this is your first time using our services."

The fox nodded. “Indeed. Are you saying you can arrange to find me a similar product that's more...voluptuous?"

Melissa fumed as they discussed her as if she was just a box of cereal on display. She wanted to yell at them that she was a real person, and couldn't be treated that way, but held back. The more she heard about the operation, the better her chances of escape. And if she heard enough, she might have a chance of bringing the fuckers down completely after she was out.

The tiger smiled at his customer. “Even better. We specialize in modifying our products to your exact specifications. Think of what you see in front of you as raw material, a starting point from which to construct your ideal companion."

The well-dressed fox grinned. “An intriguing offer. How much can you actually change?"

The doctor launched into a sales pitch, one that it sounded like he had given many times. “I like to say your imagination is the only limit, but I'm afraid biology does impose some restrictions. We can alter her physically in almost any way you can imagine within reason. If you would prefer that she be a dog, we can give her floppy ears and a fluffy tail, even change her vocal cords so that she can bark but not purr. If you want her to drool, that can be arranged with a longer tongue, which would be otherwise useful as well. If you prefer a softer companion, we can adjust her metabolism so that she gains weight more easily. She'd be pudgy and cuddly in no time. We could give her feral hands so that her dexterity and movement is more appropriate for a pet. We can change eye color, fur color, hair color. I'm afraid we can't effect major changes in height or other bone structure, but nearly everything else is on the table."

Melissa hissed. They were talking about using cutting-edge medical technology to make her some perfect sex slave. It was sick! They wouldn't be doing any of that to her if she could help it, but there was a growing feeling inside her that she may not get that chance.

The fox looked delighted. “Amazing! And is it just physical changes I can select?"

The tiger laughed. “Of course not. We pride ourselves on our mental conditioning programs. We can do all the standard embeds you've heard of, giving her what ever skills you like. Most customers choose the blowjob skill from that list but there are so many more. Our specialty is what we call Kink Embedding. We can make her get off on whatever sexual acts you like, or perhaps ones you don't like. Some customers find it amusing to give their companion a fetish they do not share and then deprive them of it, making them beg to be indulged just once."

Melissa shuddered at the gleeful look that came across the fox's face when he heard that explanation. Mental alteration was something you didn't even hear about that often because it was so illegal. A country using it, even on their own people, would immediately get sanctions against them from every member of the UN. Brainwashing was an age-old horror made real by technology, and now Melissa was facing it.

The fox was clearly getting excited, gesturing animatedly as he talked. “So to continue with your dog example, could you embed habits, make her wag her tail every time she saw me?"

The tiger nodded. “Simple."

The customer thought a moment. “How about going into heat, could you do that?"

The doctor raised an eyebrow. “There are a few ways we could do that. If you just want her locked into a normal feline or canine's heat period, that's trivial. A quick hormone adjustment and you've got it. Imprints for feral canine behaviors are also easily done. I can understand the allure of having her greet you with her rear upraised, waiting for your help. Upping her fertility is also an option. More than one customer has used a companion to sire an heir, and many find a lady to be at her most beautiful when pregnant."

Melissa tried not to imagine what they were talking about. She loved the way she looked, and they were just casually discussing changing her into a dog. The idea of her body being twisted to match some pervert's fantasy sickened her, almost as much as the thought of being forced to carry his children. If they tried that fertility enhancement on her, she'd make sure she never had kids, by any means necessary. It would be worth it to thwart them.

The fox continued on. “That's good to know. My main concern was about her figure, but I'm getting the impression that would be a comparatively mundane task for you fellows. How much are you able to change her general shape?"

The tiger winked. “Indeed, that's a change we make on almost every order. Even if the customer is happy with the subject's shape, we do a slight tweak to make sure they stay looking at their peak for several years. As I mentioned, we can't make gross changes to body structure, but if you desire extra padding on the breasts or hips there's effectively no limit. We could give her breasts so large she couldn't walk."

The fox winced. “No, that's a bit much, but you have given me some ideas."

The doctor patted him on the back, and the fox winced again, backing away. “That's what we like to hear. Would you like me to grab the catalogs and have you make your selections here?"

Melissa yowled at them, attracting the fox's direct attention again.

He parted from the tiger and approached her, rubbing his hand slowly down her back, making her back arch and her hips try to raise up, an atavistic reflex that she was powerless to stop.

She hissed at him again, failing to startle him away. She hated men that exploited that feline reflex. If her hands were free, he would have just earned a face full of claw.

The fox smiled. “You are indeed feisty. I like that. And such soft fur." He turned to the tiger. “About your mental reprogramming, would her personality be lost completely?"

The tiger shook his head. “Only if you requested that. If you would prefer the challenge of taming her on your own, then by all means leave her unchanged. We can do a whole gamut of changes, from minor emotional tweaks to changing her sexuality,

to a whole new personality imprint, with support from false memories."

The fox walked away from Melissa again. “Just what I wanted to hear. Is there somewhere else we can discuss things? I have some ideas that I would prefer she not be aware of ahead of time."

The doctor smiled wide. “A fan of surprises? That's no problem. Come this way, I can show you some demo models on the way to see if we can get you some more inspiration."

The two males exited the room together. On the way out, the tiger flipped a switch that turned the light over the door to yellow.

Melissa was left alone to ponder what just happened. She guessed the yellow light meant the fox had a hold on her. Would she be seeing any more visitors? She didn't like not knowing what the fox had planned for her, but he could very well be the best of the bunch. It took a certain level of asshole to even consider buying a slave to begin with.

There was no clock in the room, so there was no way for Melissa to know how long she was waiting. Her arms and legs were starting to cramp up, despite her efforts to shift her weight around and give them breaks as she could. She began to feel hungry and thirsty. She had no idea how long it had been since her breakfast the morning she'd been taken.

It felt like hours elapsed before her next visitor opened the door, but she'd never been good at dealing with boredom. The new arrival reached over to the controls on the wall and flipped a switch to make the light above the door flash red about once a second.

The curvy skunk entered the room carrying a covered tray, and Melissa immediately recognized her from the day of her capture, despite the fact that the other girl looked very different on several levels. To start, she was nude save for a heavy metal collar, which seemed to be anodized red. Otherwise it matched the plain, silver metal one that Melissa wore. The skunk had several piercings in each ear, as well as one in each nipple, her navel, and some number in a complex arrangement in her genitals that Melissa couldn't decipher from her low angle. In addition, the skunk's fur was not colored in the pattern of any skunk Melissa had ever seen, feral or otherwise. Her clothes had covered most of her body when Melissa last saw her, but now seeing her nude, various tiger-like stripes and other strange shapes in her fur were revealed. There was even a bright red heart on her hip, in a shade no fur dye on the market could match. How did they do that?

“Tammy! I should have realized they did something to you."

The skunk cocked her head. “I am sorry ma'am, but you must have mistaken me for someone else. I have no name, and do not know who Tammy is." Her demeanor changed instantly from apologetic to carefully neutral. “I am required to warn you that I have been granted authorization to punish you should you resist my assistance."

Melissa whimpered. The girl she had met in the business park was gone. Had she ever been real at all? Her mind flashed back to the personality mods the tiger had mentioned. Given how odd her behavior had been, it was almost certain that she had just had a temporary imprint for that task. Whoever the girl had originally been, Melissa had never met her.

It was awkward to talk from her position on the padded ottoman, especially with her weight on her lower chest pressing on her diaphragm, but she made the effort. “What happened to you? How long have you been like this?"

The skunk maintained a blissful smile as she set down the tray in front of Melissa and moved to undo her cuffs. “I have been configured as an example unit, to show customers some of the more popular customization options. I am sorry, but I do not recall when I was changed. Is there anything you'd like to know more about?"

Melissa sat up and stretched as she was freed from the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, working out the kinks in her arms, legs, and back from being stationary for so long. She guessed that the skunk had been programmed to answer anyone's questions, and that included her. They must not care too much if the future slaves knew what was coming. The offer to the fox to discuss his ideas for her in the room with her proved that. She might be able to get some good information, but she wasn't sure she wanted to hear more of the skunk's story. She was so far gone that she might not be able to share much, anyway. Would it even be worth trying to save her if she got the opportunity?

She rubbed her wrists, massaging where the cuffs had kinked her fur. “What did you look like before they got to you?" The skunk was incredibly attractive. It would help to know the extent of their abilities. Had they had good raw material to start with?

The skunk brightened up. She seemed to be much happier when she was answering questions, and gleefully related a full list of her alterations. “My changes are extensive. I was born as a male skunk with a typical fur pattern for my species. I have been converted fully into a female, including alteration of genitalia, redistribution of body fat with augmentation, and reconstructive surgery on my face." She gestured to the horizontal stripes running down her sides. “My fur has been permanently changed to grow in these tiger stripes, and requires no upkeep. That also applies to my cute heart marking." As she continued she pointed to her piercings. “The rings in my ears, nipples, navel, clit, and labia are all made of a proprietary ceramic material, molded into a single unbroken circle by our exclusive process, and would be exceptionally difficult to remove. In addition, I have been configured to demonstrate the options of lactation inducement and musk gland scent alteration. I understand my spray currently has a strawberry scent, though I am forbidden from using it unless a customer explicitly requests a demonstration. Is there anything you'd like to know more about?"

As soon as she finished her speech she went back to tending to Melissa. She removed the lid on the tray she had brought, revealing a light meal consisting of ham and salami on an english muffin and a glass of water. The skunk had also brought a brush, and began silently caring for Melissa's fur.

Melissa's mouth dropped open. The beautiful skunk had once been a man? She didn't think anyone had that level of technology. Now that she was close, she could see that the skunk's vagina looked entirely normal, save for all the metal embedded in it. “You used to be male?" she asked incredulously. “I can't really believe it. You look so natural. Is everything functional?"

The skunk stopped her brushing, setting the fur brush down and standing in front of Melissa again. “While I do not recall my conversion, everything I told you is true to the best of my knowledge. It is not in our interest to lie about our abilities. A disappointed customer will not do repeat business, and we rely strongly on word of mouth advertising." She paused and cocked her head for a second, starting up on what seemed to be a different script. The first part of her reply had been friendly and informative, but her voice suddenly took on a seductive, purring quality. “Yes, everything works just fine. Here, watch."

Melissa realized what was happening, and tried to stop it. She should have known better than to imply she wanted a demonstration. “No, no! I understand, you don't have to do that."

The example companion ignored her, already locked into her script, dipping one hand down between her legs, starting to stroke across her bare lips. A soft “Mmm" escaped her lips as her other hand massaged her large breasts, pinching the nipples to instant perkiness.

Almost immediately Melissa could smell her arousal. She didn't need to see what was happening, but found it hard to tear her eyes away, and the other girl had positioned herself right in front of Melissa's face, leaving her no choice but to closely inspect the accuracy of the female parts she had been given.

The skunk let her eyes droop half closed, letting out little mews of pleasure as she rubbed herself. Her fingers quickly became damp with her juices, and it wasn't long before she sank two fingers into herself with a shake of her hips and a delighted yip. “Mmm, yes..." She sounded closer to a porno than any real girl pleasuring herself, but that didn't mean anything about whether the parts were working properly. The excessive vocalization would appeal to the customers, and was probably artificial, but it didn't mean the pleasure wasn't real. However, the little tremors and details in her movements that Melissa could see were either the result of the skunk actually having a wonderful time or an exceptionally carefully crafted imprint. It terrified Melissa that she couldn't tell which it truly was.

The cat watched, transfixed, as the person she knew to be a former male furiously fucked herself, finally groaning heavily and dropping to her knees as she climaxed, dampening her hand heavily.

The skunk breathed heavily, then lifted her hand up to show Melissa the dampness there. The scent of aroused skunk was heavy in the air, tinted with the faintest hint of strawberry. “See, indistinguishable from a genetic female. Would you like to taste?"

Melissa shuddered. “No, that's fine."

The skunk shrugged and stuck her fingers in her mouth, moaning seductively as she licked her hand clean of her juices. She gasped and twitched, giving Melissa the idea the companion was about to orgasm again just from the taste of herself.

For the first time since waking up tied down, Melissa started to think she might not escape. She watched the curvaceous skunk swing her hips as she walked to the side door. At any time they could come for her, knock her out, change her body to their whim and rewrite her mind. Would she even know they had done it, or would she be like the skunk, seemingly a happy participant in whatever they made her do?

In a way, it would be worse to remember. She could think of little worse torture than being a prisoner in her own body, forced by embedded compulsions to debase herself, unable to utter any word of objection.

Clearly, the side room was still a bathroom, since Melissa heard running water from that direction. The skunk returned from washing her hands, still smiling placidly. What was she actually thinking inside? She had been someone else when Melissa first met her. Was anything at all left of who she was originally, or had she been wiped enough times that nothing but the talking brochure remained?

The companion crouched down next to Melissa, ignoring the tears that were starting to stain the cat's face. “You need to eat the lunch I brought you."

Melissa looked down at it. She was still hungry, and the sandwich looked delicious, if simple, but she suddenly wanted nothing to do with anything the slavers provided. “No thanks."

The skunk looked severe. “I am afraid I have to insist. If you do not choose to eat, I have been instructed to punish you."

Melissa let out a sad laugh. “What can you do? Masturbate on me?" She cringed a bit. There was no need to be cold to the skunk. She couldn't help what she was. The cat hardly noticed the skunk fiddling with something hidden under the fur on her wrist. A bracelet?

Pain lanced through her suddenly, stabbing into the back of her neck, seeming to light every one of her muscles on fire. She fell onto her knees, clawing desperately at the collar around her neck, but it wouldn't give and the pain wouldn't let up. She curled up on the floor just as the pain finally ceased.

The skunk stood over her, holding out a hand to help her up. “I warned you to eat of your own free will. Will you do it now?"

Melissa nodded, not trusting herself to speak clearly. She took the skunk's hand and let herself be lifted up. She was glad for the companion's hand on her arm as she shakily stood. Echoes of the intense pain made her legs weak and she wobbled over to the odd piece of furniture and sat on it.

The companion kneeled down and handed her the tray. “If you do not care for water, I can offer you milk as an alternative." She squeezed one of her nipples and a small white drop appeared on the tip. With a quick movement, she scooped it up with a finger

and licked it clean.

Melissa cringed for a moment. “Water is fine, thanks," she said weakly. She slowly ate her sandwich. It was delicious, but she barely noticed the taste. She chewed mechanically, her mind flashing back to the things the fox had said, searching her memory for any hint about what he might want done to her. A lot of what he said seemed hypothetical, designed to figure out what was possible, so she didn't know what his real desires were. She whimpered softly as she finished off the sandwich.

The skunk noticed and took the tray away. “You should use the bathroom now. The yellow light means you've been reserved, but until it turns red you have not been sold, and may still get visitors. The exit door will not open for you. Do not take too long."

Melissa nodded sincerely and walked to the bathroom, steadier on her feet than she had been a few minutes ago. The bathroom had all the original fixtures from its time as a hotel, and looked strangely bare without any of the usual towels or single-serving toiletries. She did her business quickly, now fearful of the pain that the skunk could potentially cause. She returned to the main room to find the skunk waiting by the ottoman.

The girl who once was Tammy patted the ottoman. “I need to restrain you again. If you do not cooperate I will punish you."

The cat mewled softly. “I'll do it." She stretched once, then got into position, closing her eyes as she was again cuffed in place. Before the skunk left, she had one more question, though she feared the answer. “Do you...enjoy what you do here?"

The skunk nodded eagerly. “Oh yes, it's wonderful. I am pretty and healthy and I take great pride in displaying my skills."

Melissa couldn't help but ask. “Skills?"

The companion disappeared from Melissa's sight. “Allow me to demonstrate." Her hands landed on Melissa's bare rear, gently massaging her cheeks.

Oh no, she had triggered another script. “No, that's all right! You don't need to. Stop!"

The skunk's hands froze as she went still and silent for a long second before resolving whatever conflict Melissa had put her in. “I am sorry. I cannot take orders from slaves." Her massage resumed, relaxing the cat's tight muscles before her hands wandered, starting to stroke Melissa's exposed, spread pussy.

Melissa whimpered, but she could only move a few inches side to side, nowhere near enough to escape the attention she was receiving. So she could trigger a demonstration, but lacked the authority to stop it. She wondered if that was intentional. Did they have cameras on the room? Was the fox watching her right now, seeing how she would react? “No," she begged.

The skunk didn't listen. Her gentle strokes along the spread lips of the cat's sex slowly increased in intensity, from a soft massage to a dedicated effort to arouse. She

dragged a claw ever so gently under Melissa's outer lips, just showing she would be getting there soon.

Melissa huffed, the unrequested stimulation getting to her despite herself. She felt her heat rising, moisture collecting down below. There was no point in protesting; the skunk would be finishing her job regardless. For a second the teasing fingers disappeared, and she almost felt disappointed, but then she felt the very light touch of breath on her damp petals.

The companion exhaled softly, cooling the hot, moist sex of her charge. Her hands caressed the cat's thighs, spreading her attention across the intimate area, massaging the muscles that were tight from hours of remaining crouched. She didn't speak, so there was no warning when the touch of breath became the lapping of a tongue, starting far from the central goal, dampening the fur of Melissa's inner thighs.

The lithe feline squirmed in her restraints. She hadn't meant to request this, but her resistance was fading rapidly. Her sex was inflamed, aching. Never had one of her partners showed such dedication to her pleasure, or an interest in such a slow, torturous build up. She felt herself leaking evidence of her arousal, and was startled to find she hoped the skunk would get to cleaning it up soon.

She was left to squirm. The skunk ignored the dripping center of the feline's pleasure, bathing the area all around it with licks, occasionally darting in to just on the outer edge of her sensitive areas.

Melissa stopped trying to escape the skunk's teasing touches, and started working with her, arching her back and moaning as she was expertly played with. She almost called out for more, almost begged the skunk to cut to the chase and give her what she needed, but held back, for fear it would be interpreted as an order she was forbidden to follow, and result in her getting no satisfaction at all.

The skunk slowly ramped up, moving closer more often, stroking her lips at random with soft paw pads or softer fur, lapping up the feline juices as they trickled down her thighs, murring her own pleasure at the taste. Her hands continued to stroke the cat's fur, alternately emphasizing and distracting from the areas being worked by her tongue.

Melissa was soon moaning in wanton need. She didn't want to sound so provocative and lusty, but the skunk was too good at what she did. Was this all it took to control her? An eager mouth on her pussy? When at last the teasing relented and that warm tongue slid across her hot, swollen sex, she couldn't help but yowl joyfully, attempting to shove her rear back in the skunk's face.

The companion worked her hard, exploring her depths with a tongue that seemed longer than was possible. She gave quick, darting flicks to Melissa's clit, just enough to make her desperately want more. Her hot breath came in heavy pants, blowing across the cat's heated folds, betraying her own excitement as it increased Melissa's.

The cat writhed in pleasure, gasping and mewling when the skunk found one of her sensitive spots, feeling herself clench down on the probing tongue, somehow deeper inside her than any male had ever reached during sex. Her nipples were tight, begging

for attention she couldn't give. With her arms restrained, no amount of twisting could rub her chest against the ottoman she was strapped to. Through the haze of pleasure, a tiny voice inside her whispered concern. If they could implant this level of skill in someone, they could do damn near anything.

The skunk seemed to enjoy her task more than anyone should, even with their closest love. She buried her muzzle in Melissa's twitching folds, moaning her pleasure into the slick lips, sharing the evidence of her own heat to enhance the feline's.

Melissa cried out as the skunk found her g-spot, attacking it like she had known where it was all along and had just been holding back. After the long buildup, she had never felt such pleasure. Her body was wracked with intense shakes, her breath halting as every lap across her most sensitive inner spot made her muscles tense and release in sympathetic reaction.

The skunk growled, drinking down Melissa's flowing juices, latching her lips around the cat's swollen, sensitive clit and sucking, giving her the climax that had been coming for several minutes. She gripped the cat's hips tightly, pulling herself closer and shoving her muzzle into the swollen, clenching sex of her charge.

Melissa gripped the ottoman with all her strength, shouting wordlessly as she came against the anonymous skunk's face, jerking her arms and legs against the cuffs in helpless spasms. Her vision blanked out for several moments, and when she recovered from the mind-melting climax, the skunk was still behind her, gently massaging her legs and rear, licking lovingly at her damp inner thighs.

The companion gently petted her. “Did you enjoy that demonstration?"

The feline was too loopy from the massive orgasm to do anything but answer truthfully. “That was amazing. How did you learn to do that?" She was flopped on the ottoman, and planned to remain there as long as she could.

The skunk stood and walked around into Melissa's view again. “I am glad to hear that. That is one of many skills I have been implanted with. I can demonstrate my other skills upon request. It gives me great pleasure to pleasure others. Is there anything you'd like to know more about?"

Melissa realized just how literal she meant that. The fur on the skunk's thighs was matted with her juices, and while the room smelled mostly of feline arousal, the skunk's scent was present in no small quantity, bringing its hint of strawberry. The skunk was breathing heavily as well, as if she had finished doing something far more exhausting than licking. “You mean you get off whenever you get someone off?" Melissa wondered.

The skunk licked her lips. It was a futile effort if her goal was to actually clean up; her entire face was covered with Melissa's nectar. “Correct. I get lots of opportunities here. It makes me so happy." She really did seem satisfied with her current lot in life.

Melissa wondered how the trick with linked climaxes worked. Was it purely a psychological mod, or did they need something physical to go with it? At first, it seemed

like one of the more innocuous things that had been done to the skunk, but she realized how insidious it could be. It rewarded serving, giving pleasure. It had the potential to be addicting, or reinforce implanted behaviors.

The girl with no name moved toward the door. “I have to leave you now. I wish you the best of luck."

Being around the altered slave was disturbing, but Melissa didn't want to be left alone. The skunk was an agent of the people who had captured her, planned to enslave her, but she was also the first to show kindness, even if she was just programmed that way for customer service reasons. “Wait! Are you just going to leave me all messy?" she yelled.

The skunk nodded. “Of course! Customers love seeing a slave all worked up. Besides, you smell and taste wonderful. Be proud of it!" She disappeared out the door, leaving Melissa alone in the room, only the scent of her forced orgasm to keep her company.

Another unmeasurable wait followed. Her ams and legs got tired more quickly this time, worn out from the strain when skunk ate her out so effectively. She could still feel traces of her arousal trickling through her fur, reminding her how helpless she had been to resist the pleasure. And that was with her full mental capacity, against a simple slave. How could she resist the full power the slavers could bring to bear?

The weight of her situation bore down on her. How could she have thought she'd be able to escape? She had seen her probable future in the skunk, and it terrified her. The light above her door turned red, and she almost sobbed. She was sold. The fox now owned her, and was probably at that very moment dictating how she was to be altered mentally and physically into his perfect plaything.

She didn't know how long she waited before the door opened again. The fur on her face was matted with dried tears, but she still managed an angry hiss when she saw who had come.

The tiger was back, alone this time, smiling widely. “Ah, I can tell by that delightful scent in the air that you had a very pleasant break with one of our demo models. Did you recognize her?"

Melissa growled. He had probably sent the skunk specifically because she would be recognized. “You're a sick fuck, you know that?"

The doctor shrugged. “You're not the first to tell me that, and you certainly won't be the last. I do so love my job though." He walked around the bound cat, inspecting her sex-soaked form. “I adore the way a thoroughly used slave looks. The mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. It's a wonderful style for you, I must say. And the aroma, ah. Intoxicating." He knelt behind the feline and inhaled deeply.

Melissa summoned her anger. She was worn down, exhausted, but she wouldn't let this asshole get to her unless she was completely broken. “So what's the plan for me? Mindless sexpot like your slutty skunk? Tits bigger than my head? Make me a bunny?"

The tiger grinned cryptically. “I'm afraid I have instructions not to tell you what your final configuration is to be. I will say that your new owner has some very creative ideas. I'm going to enjoy doing the work far more than usual."

That was a surprise. Did he have his hand in every part of the process? “You do that too?"

He seemed almost offended. “Of course! I shepherd my candidates through every part of the process. It's the best way to maintain a high quality product. Every slave I send out has my personal backing, and I get repeat customers by being trustworthy and always over-delivering. An artist wouldn't just block in some shapes and pass the canvas off to someone else to 'fill in the details.'"

He retrieved the chain from the wall and clipped it to her metal collar. “On that note, you no longer need to stay in the showing room. I'm going to take you somewhere you can rest before your conversion. Have to keep your strength up."

Her conversion. A simple term for a horrible process. She didn't resist as the tiger unhooked her cuffs, allowing her to stand and stretch a moment.

He urged her toward the door with a tug of the leash, leading her like an animal.

A thought occurred to her. She could test something the skunk had told her. “Was that skunk really originally a male?"

The doctor brightened. He truly did enjoy talking about his work. “Of course! I selected him and designed the changes myself. It was far from the first sex change we've done, though the the typical routine is to leave more of their mind intact. There is little better than the expression on a man's face when he wakes up with a pair of breasts on his chest and a tight pussy between his legs." He seemed to get lost in thought or a moment. “But for my money, were I able to afford such a thing, why convert a male and wipe his mind when you can just start from a female? Far less work, unless you just really want to get rid of someone or teach them a lesson."

They entered the hallway, and Melissa realized she might have her only chance at escape. They would probably lock her up until her 'conversion' and who knew if she'd even be herself after that. All that was keeping her now was the chain leash.

She broke into a run, making it only two slightly unsteady steps before the nerve- shattering pain from before sent her toppling to the floor. She curled up into a ball, not even trying to pull at the collar, knowing it was useless. It was the same as what the skunk had done to her, no doubt triggered by the tiger holding her leash.

The pain lasted several endless seconds until the tiger let up, crouching in front of her. “Really? You didn't think I could stop you? I'm very disappointed in you." He stood and tugged on the chain. “Come!"

Melissa shook herself and started to stand, only to be pulled back to the floor by another sharp tug on the leash.

The doctor glared at her. “No, on hands and knees, like a feral. If you're going to

behave like a dumb animal, you will be treated like one."

She was led back through the opulent portion of the facility, crawling on hands and knees like an animal, tail drooping behind her. The soft carpet was kind enough to her knees, but the harder floor of what she though of as the hospital wing was less pleasant.

The room she was led to was thankfully not the medical facility she had woken up in. It was another converted hotel room, with the furniture replaced by a single spartan bed. There were still faded spots on the walls where more luxurious furniture once sat.

The tiger motioned for her to get up on the bed, and she obeyed, shivering slightly. “We don't have anything else planned for you today. You sold quite quickly, so you have until we handle the rest of the day's showings before we can do anything else. I recommend getting to sleep early." He unclipped the chain from her collar again and brought it with him as he left, leaving her alone again.

Melissa curled up on the bed, hugging her legs to herself. She still hadn't been cleaned up, and smelled strongly of sex. The room appeared to still have the attached bathroom; would they get angry if she cleaned herself? Already she was starting to be afraid of the consequences of disobedience. She knew what was happening, but it was hard to resist the memory of the pain they could cause if she disobeyed.

She didn't clean up. The scent reminded her of her shameful reaction to the skunk's attention, her first failure to be strong in the face of what was happening, and she needed to do better. How long had it taken to make her into a willing participant? Thirty seconds? The companion had been supernaturally good at oral sex, but that was no excuse to react like she was in heat, which was probably exactly what the assholes who captured her liked to see.

It hurt to think of how they were already controlling her behavior, just through more standard methods. She wasn't broken, but she was more afraid than she had been, and that was the first step toward being under their control.

She was left alone for hours. Melissa didn't even know what time it was. Had the meal she was given been lunch or dinner? Eventually she closed her eyes and tried to sleep, huddled under the thin sheets. A fear that at any moment someone would come in and take her away for 'conversion' kept her awake for too long, but eventually the physically and emotionally exhausting day took its toll, and she drifted into fitful sleep.

3 - Conversion

For the second time in a row, Melissa woke up somewhere other than where she had fallen asleep. The new room was very similar to the medical exam room she had awoken in previously. Bright fluorescent light covered the room, showing a number of medical devices on carts parked around the room. Some she recognized, but most she didn't. A metal tray on a wheeled stand was positioned near her, containing a number of disturbing instruments: syringes, clamps, an electric razor, small medical devices sealed in sterile paper packages, several shiny rings divided in halves, and, most strangely, what seemed to be a small, unlabeled metal paint can.

Most disturbing was the array of cameras positioned around her on tripods. Melissa saw three of them in front of her, and could only assume there were others behind. All of them had red LEDs glowing on the front. Directly in her view was a large LCD television, currently displaying a view from one of the front cameras. She was strapped upright to the strange table again by leather cuffs, restrained and exposed, nude save for the large metal collar secured around her neck. A brief test of her bonds showed she was solidly captured. She could look about with her head, but her body was immobile. It could only mean one thing: it was time for her conversion. Fear lanced through her, making her stomach flip, and she gave another desperate, sharp tug at the cuffs.

She watched the image on the TV pull at her restraints and noted with slight relief that she still looked like herself. Nothing had been changed yet, so she still had a chance. She had been washed, it seemed, and whoever had done the job had left her crotch slightly damp. She did feel a slight tingle down there, but she definitely wasn't aroused enough to be as wet as she looked. It seemed a cheap trick to create such an illusion, but apparently even slavers are prone to faking things for television.

The tiger sat across the room from her, silently reading a newspaper written in Spanish or Portuguese. As soon as he heard her stir he set it aside and jumped up, checking each of the cameras in turn. Satisfied they were all in order, he turned back to the restrained feline. “Welcome back from dreamland. I hope you're well-rested. You have a very busy day ahead of you."

Melissa shivered as much as she could while tied down. Her worst nightmares were coming true. There was no escaping what was about to happen, and the doctor seemed eager to be about it. “What's going to happen to me?"

The tiger winked at her. “As you have no doubt guessed, I am about to begin the process of altering you to your new owner's specifications. The cameras were his idea, and I must admit it's genius. Our usual method is to do all of our conversion work with the subject knocked out. Admittedly, that way would be much easier, but being able to watch your reactions as you change will more than make up for any difficulty. I understand your owner requested this recording so that he could watch it with you afterward, whenever he wished to reminisce on the events, or remind you of your

position."

Melissa felt a momentary thrill. A mindless slave wouldn't need to be reminded to obey. There was a chance she'd be left with her mind intact! Even if they corrupted her body, she could get away and find some way to change back. The momentary excitement chased away a little of her fear. “So what's it gonna be? Tits the size of basketballs?"

The doctor laughed. “Oh, I did miss trading barbs with you, Ms. Stevens. You were out for a week while you underwent some minor genetic modifications. I'm afraid I have orders not to let you know the nature of your changes, but I assure you that your rather stereotypical curiosity will be sated soon enough."

Wait, they had already done something? She tensed up, analyzing everything about her body to try and find something different. She looked the same, felt the same. It had to be something subtle. Had they done what the tiger had suggested before and made her more prone to gaining weight? She shuddered. Losing her slim figure would be hard to take. “Please don't do this."

He stroked her arm. “There's the humility that usually comes out. No, I won't stop. Don't worry, you'll come to enjoy everything that's going to happen. Let's begin, shall we?"

Melissa mewed softly, trying to figure out what each of the items on the tray would do to her. The syringes terrified her, especially since they were full of shiny metallic fluid. The paint can simply confused her.

The first item to be used was neither of those. The tiger picked up a small metal case of the style that usually contained cigarettes. He flipped it open and laid it on the tray, allowing Melissa to see the contents. It held a series of twenty small, curved pieces of plastic, in colors fading from pink to blue.

Melissa looked at them in confusion. “What the hell are those?"

The tiger raised an eyebrow. “I take it you never had a feral cat as a pet. Understandable. These are claw caps. Your owner didn't like the idea of having you declawed, but you had to be rendered safe somehow. The normal kind are plastic, but these are thin ceramic. You'll still click pleasantly when you walk on a hard surface, but they're blunt enough to keep you from hurting anyone."

That was technically another good sign. Evidence was building that she'd be left mentally herself, and she liked the idea of being considered dangerous to the fox who thought he would be controlling her. “And when I yank them off?"

The doctor produced a small jar of adhesive and unscrewed the top. “You won't be able to without taking your claws with them. However, they will fall off on their own eventually as your claws grow out and the outer layer sheds. Maintenance is the responsibility of the customer." He spoke in the same tone as the disclaimers on infomercials. Picking up a tiny paintbrush, he dipped it in the adhesive and rolled the tray over to Melissa's right hand. “I'm sure you recall the consequences of resisting. I

can do it again in a moment if you make it necessary."

Melissa didn't resist. Getting shocked into submission would be counterproductive. They might even knock her out and do the rest of the changes with her unconscious. She needed as much information as she could get in order to make sure she could get everything reversed. It was surprising to realize that she'd resigned herself to being physically altered. Really, she had no choice, and the best thing she could do for herself was to keep an eye open for opportunities and try not to think too had about what was happening.

With a gentle pressure on the backs of her fingertips, the tiger exposed her sharp claws one at a time. He used the small paintbrush to evenly coat them with the strong- smelling adhesive, then slid a cap over each white claw. Her thumb received a pink cap, and they faded through purple on her middle finger to blue on her pinky. The caps added enough thickness to her claws that they didn't retract fully, leaving the colorful, blunted ends easily visible against her pure white fur. “Much better, I was thinking you needed a bit of color," the tiger commented.

The claw caps weren't that bad. They would affect her ability to fight her way out, but that wasn't likely to be her best avenue of escape anyway. She had painted her claws enough times, and the semi-permanent caps weren't too different. She wouldn't have chosen the bright colors, though. She hoped that the rest of her alterations would be as innocuous, but those syringes suggested something less pleasant on the way. “I don't need this kind of flashy color."

The tiger hmmed as he moved to her left hand and started work there. “Not a fan?"

Melissa watched as her other hand was made safe. “No, not my style."

The doctor shrugged. “Then perhaps I was wrong about you coming to enjoy all the changes."

The restrained cat narrowed her eyes. “Why?"

“No reason." He didn't sound very convincing, and Melissa growled at him in frustration. He ignored her and knelt by her feet, efficiently finishing the job of capping all her toe claws.

Her claws all felt slightly strange not being able to retract fully, but that was a minor concern. She flexed her fingers against her palm and felt the claws touch, gentle rounded edges smooth against her skin. That would take some getting used to.

The tiger admired his work for a moment, then stood, wheeling over an IV rack from the corner. Three large bags of milky white liquid hung from it, trailing down to line that looped over the rack. The tiger looked at Melissa meaningfully. “Now that we've had a gentle introduction, we'll move on to some more interesting items. I'm going to put this IV in your arm. If you move around it will still go in, it will just hurt a great deal. I trust you'll make the right decision."

Melissa whimpered. Anything that involved three one-liter bags of anything couldn't be good news for her. “What the hell is that stuff?"

The tiger wrapped a rubber tourniquet around Melissa's left upper arm. “Let's call it raw material. The full answer would require a degree in materials science that neither you nor I possess." He grabbed the electric razor and trimmed clean a small strip on her inner forearm, wiped the spot with an alcohol swab, then opened a sealed IV needle and started to feel across her arm, tapping to find a vein.

Melissa didn't like the sound of that. “That's all going...inside me?"

“That and more. I have a few more bags that wouldn't fit on the rack." He expertly slid the needle into her arm, affixing the line from the IV bags as soon as he found the vein.

The milky liquid slowly flowed into her arm, and she couldn't fully suppress a whimper. What was it going to do to her?

The tiger watched the IV for a moment before he was satisfied, then nodded. "All right, now that the supply lines are set, let's get the factories running." He seemed to delight in being cryptic.

Melissa didn't like the sound of that, and was even more displeased when the tiger picked up one of the syringes. It was large as such things went, and the silvery liquid inside just struck her as wrong. Nothing that looked like viscous mercury belonged inside her. She gave a half-hearted pull at the cuffs, but there was no avoiding what was going to happen. "What the hell does that mean?"

The doctor examined the syringe, seeming to be happy with it's state. "All will be revealed in time, my dear."

With the needle lifted from the tray, Melissa could see that the opening on the end was larger than would be expected for a liquid. What was that stuff? There were three more on the tray after that first one, so she hoped it didn't hurt going in.

The tiger pushed aside some fur on her left breast to expose a spot of skin, making her shiver. “This would be easier if you had larger breasts. Have to avoid hitting muscle." Without fanfare, he inserted the needle and slowly depressed the plunger, sending all the metallic substance into her breast.

Melissa whimpered. It burned like a tetanus shot going in, and the doctor wasted no time prepping the next syringe and injecting it into her right breast. She only winced slightly, and more from the suspicions she had about what was coming than from the pain. “I am so sorry to have inconvenienced you," she said sarcastically.

In a matter of seconds a strange sensation built in her small breasts. Melissa writhed on the upright table as the bizarre fizzing feeling spread through her chest. She wasn't usually ticklish, but the tingle coming from inside her body was almost unbearable. She groaned and arched her back, but there was nothing to rub against. The feeling continued for almost a minute, feeling like torture to the restrained cat. At the last moment before the feeling faded, it turned intensely arousing, collecting in her nipples and feeling like a thousand lovers were licking them at once, making them stiff in an instant.

The tiger brushed one of her nipples. “I love how these pop up when the nanos are done configuring. Just like a turkey thermometer. Never let anyone tell you that engineers don't have a sense of humor. By the way, I hope you like them like that. They're erect permanently." He spent a few more seconds idly playing with her nipples, making her groan and try to twist away from him.

She shivered and felt the sympathetic arousal that jumped from her nipples to her pussy, along with the tickle of a drop of fluid working through the fur on her inner thigh. There was no reason to doubt the tiger's explanation of the humiliating alteration, and it made her ears fold back in embarrassment. She would always be nipping out? She looked at the television ahead of her. From the image being displayed, she looked highly aroused, with her erect nipples and a crotch that was much more damp than it had been at the start. Barring exceptional circumstances like the lengthy teasing and epic climax the skunk had given her, she never used to get that wet when she was aroused. What had they done to her? She rubbed her thighs together, and felt more slickness trickle out. She was soaked. Permanently erect nipples and a leaky faucet between her legs were not a good sign for anyone taking her seriously in the future.

At last she noticed a growing scent in the air. It was her own arousal. She had been smelling it since she awoke, but had gotten so used to it after being left covered with her own juices in the showroom that she hadn't noticed at first. Now it was undeniable.

Melissa glared at the tiger. “So it is the sexpot look for me, then?"

The tiger shrugged. “Your owner has certain tastes. I see you finally noticed one of your gene mods. I was afraid I would have to explain it to you to make sure we recorded your reaction. Here, I'll show you another." He reached down and drew his finger slowly up the damp lips of her sex, then quickly wiped it across her lips before she could lunge forward and bite him.

She wasn't very fond of the taste of females, but she couldn't escape the flavor on her lips. It was much like she remembered from the husky she had spent a tipsy, experimental night with, but with a slight difference. Musky with a hint of...raspberry? Just like the strawberry skunk, she had been given a slight flavor. That was a really weird thing to experience, but she could deal with it. Hopefully that was the only way she'd be like the skunk.

Nothing that had happened so far was really that bad, she told herself. A padded bra and some of those pads she wore in her panties when she was in heat would hide the other changes. Hell, a future boyfriend would probably really appreciate the flavoring. “Is that all you've got?"

The tiger grinned ferally. “We've only just begun." While he had been injecting her breasts the IV bag had run empty, and he took a moment to switch to a new one.

Melissa still had no idea what the stuff was. She didn't feel anything that was likely to be a result of that gunk in her bloodstream. The nervous shivers had other obvious causes.

The doctor picked up another of the syringes and knelt by her side again, preparing

a spot on her left hip the way he had done for her breast. He took a minute to pinch various spots, looking for the best place to inject her. “Damn, we should have fattened you up a little before doing this. It really is a pain in the ass to find the right spot when you're so skinny." At last he seemed satisfied and jabbed her quickly, using only half of the syringe's contents. He then moved around and repeated the process on her left ass cheek, emptying the rest of the syringe.

Melissa huffed as she braced for the uncomfortable tingling to return. “I like being skinny, thanks. You're welcome to stop injecting that freaky shit into me if it's too much trouble."

He collected the final syringe. “Not to worry, the results are easily worth the difficulty." He seemed to be rushing to do the final injections, knowing she would start squirming and make his job even harder once the first set on her left hip started doing whatever it was it did. He distributed the last of the metallic substance, which he had disturbingly referred to as 'nanos,' into her right hip and ass, just moments before the strange fizzing started up on her left side.

She whimpered, squirming even more strongly than before. The feeling was more concentrated along her hip than it had been in her breasts, or currently was in her butt. Judging by the doctor's words, that was probably owing to the limited about of fat present there. The tingle spread across to her right side and Melissa gasped, rubbing her rear against the edges of the table's cutout for her ass. It didn't do anything to reduce the feeling.

Because of the staggered injections, Melissa had to endure the fizzing in her lower half for nearly two minutes, an eternity when being tickled from within. She hung limply when it finished, still casting an angry look to her captor. “So this new owner has a tickle fetish or something?"

The tiger thought about that for a moment. “Hm, he might. I don't know for certain though. That feeling is just a side effect. Kind of disappointing that there's no indicator of when the ones on the hips and ass are done. No matter, we can start up top." He glanced at the IV and noted the second bag of fluid was near empty. He took the opportunity to swap it before moving on.

Melissa was increasingly concerned about that. She should feel bloated with that much extra liquid in her, but still felt normal. She had a feeling she was about to find out what it was for, though.

Leaving her for a moment, the tiger walked over to one of the pieces of equipment Melissa couldn't identify. Like everything else, it was mounted on a wheeled cart, and she got a good look at it as it was brought closer. There were several exposed electronic pieces, and a very crude control panel with a dial and a switch. The dial had hand-written numbers spaced around it, all ending with a 'GHz' label. The main part of the device seemed to be a vaguely dish-shaped bit of wire mesh on an adjustable arm, a short, thick cable connecting it to the main body of electronics.

The doctor picked up one of the empty syringes and examined the side, then pointed

the dial to one of the settings. He carefully positioned the mesh dish on her side, looking through it to make sure it was in line with both her breasts, then wheeled his tray of supplies out of the way.. He stood back and smiled. “This is probably my second- favorite thing to do. I've never seen someone's reaction live as it happens. This should be interesting."

Melissa frowned. She didn't like the thought of more happening to her breasts. The mention of factories and the large amounts of mysterious substance poured into her strongly suggested what would be happening, but she tried to keep her cool. Just deal with it. Everything is reversible somehow. “Listening for transmissions from the aliens inhabiting my tits?"

The tiger chuckled. “Nope." He flipped the switch carefully with a claw tip, then pulled his arm away quickly.

The only visible change was a series of blue LEDS turning on on the dish, but the tiger seemed satisfied with that, humming softly as he stepped back a few feet from the front of the dish. The cable from dish to control console was too short to let him stand back while operating it, but once it was on he clearly didn't want to be in the path of whatever the dish was putting out.

At first, Melissa didn't think anything was happening. And why should it? There was nothing in her body to respond to radio signals, right? After just a few seconds, she noticed a growing warmth in her breasts, seeming to come from inside just as the fizzing had. She whimpered, worried about what it was doing to her. Radiation felt warm like that, didn't it?

The heat built, stopping just short of being uncomfortable. The tightness in her nipples increased, joined by a strange stretching feeling in her skin. She looked down, seeing her breasts heave as she breathed heavily. They seemed larger somehow.

Startled, Melissa looked to the television screen. It displayed a three-quarter view of her, and her breasts were definitely slightly larger than she was used to seeing them. She had suspected it was coming, but it was still shocking to see it happen so easily. They didn't even need surgery; the 'nanos' they injected her with were doing the job. She renewed her struggles, trying to get out of the path of the beam that was taking away her slim figure. “No!"

The tiger watched, grinning widely. “What's wrong? You'll look wonderful with a real set of tits."

The effect was unstoppable. Melissa almost cried as she watched herself on the screen, breasts swelling with tormenting slowness. Every second she hoped it would stop, begged the tiger to shut off the machine. The weight built on her chest as the tiny machines she'd been injected with converted the milky substance from the IV into ever- more flesh. With every breath her breasts seemed to swell, staying at the larger size until she inhaled again. It took a full minute for them to double in size, from the small swellings she had started with to the point where they would display a little bit of jiggle.

They didn't stop there. She was forced to watch as, minute by minute, her chest

grew from a pleasant handful to large, womanly swellings, still riding high on her chest despite their increased size. Their heavy weight dragged on her, making her acutely aware of how much she had gained. From the waist up her slim figure was ruined, replaced by an almost obscene voluptuousness, with a pair of breasts that belonged on either a much larger woman or a stripper who had purchased some extra size.

After fifteen minutes the warmth started to fade, and the tiger switched the machine off. He walked over to her and lifted a heavy breast, massaging the artificially produced flesh.

Melissa whimpered, both at how much the tiger had to play with and how good it felt.

The tiger hummed contentedly. “Yes, that feels about right. I do love nanotechnology. Implants never felt realistic, but this way we get something almost identical to the way a natural breast feels, and these will never sag. And don't think you'll be able to get a reduction. The material is damn near bullet proof, and anchors to your bones. It may actually be bulletproof; nobody's ever volunteered to test it. You'll be busty until the day you die."

Melissa's mouth dropped open in shock. How was that even possible? She had heard of things like that being developed, little machines that could cure various diseases or reconstruct damaged parts, but it was supposed to be years off still. These people were sitting on a potential miracle technology and they were using it to give slaves big tits.

She choked back a silent sob, new breasts shaking on her chest. How much more disfigurement did they have planned? If it was all as permanent as they said, would she ever look like herself again? She hardly noticed as the tiger once again replaced the bag on her IV. He had to grab more of them from a cabinet, having used up the first three giving her the huge breasts.

The doctor stroked along her slim hips. “What, no harsh comments for me this time? I'll be quite disappointed if I have nothing but silence for the rest our time together today."

Melissa sniffed. “Fuck you."

“Much better!" He stood back and admired her for a moment, gently stroking her fur, hefting her breasts experimentally. “We have a moment while the rest of the supplies are loaded, so to speak. How shall we spend it?" He rubbed a paw pad over her stiff nipples, making her shiver at the touch of her captor.

Was he about to have sex with her? It seemed unlikely her owner would want to see that, given he had just bought her for himself, but she didn't really know anything about him, other than his preference for big breasts and wet pussies, and that was hardly unique. She tried to push down a growing despair. “Gonna sample the goods, then?"

The tiger shook his head. “No, I don't often get an opportunity for that, as you might expect. However, it's vital to make sure that our products are in proper working order." He rolled her nipples in his fingers, drawing a whimper from the new slave. “I'll tell you

what. How about I answer some questions for you while we wait? I can't promise to answer, but it will fill the time."

Melissa had a lot of questions, but knew that ones about what was specifically in store for her were almost certainly off limits. At least she could find out a little bit more about what they were doing. She nodded to her breasts. “If you guys can do shit like this, why the hell are you slave traders? You could make a killing in medical technology."

The doctor raised an eyebrow. “A more astute question than I usually get, even from customers. Most of what you'll see here was not developed in-house. You're aware that new medical techniques must go through a fairly rigorous testing regime before they are approved for use, yes?" He had backed away from her while he explained, giving the cat a reprieve from his molesting.

She nodded. “Yeah..."

He continued, keeping an eye on her IV bag, replacing it once it neared empty. “By far the most expensive part is the testing on sentients after animal testing goes well. It's also very risky in terms of PR. Were something to go wrong and a person get injured or killed, a company could look very bad indeed, and the ill will would extend to their other products."

Melissa started to see where that was going. “So you test these things on slaves first? That's sick."

The tiger nodded. “Just business. We get prototype equipment for free to test, and final versions at a steep discount if they work out. The companies get their products tested on a group already screened for health defects that could skew the results. Granted, we're not always using things in the precise way they are intended, but it works out well enough. I can't say I enjoy using those prototypes, though. I've been shocked by exposed components a few too many times." He gestured at the device with the mesh dish. “That one in particular has been cantankerous."

Melissa enjoyed a brief satisfied laugh at her captor's misfortune. “I wish you only the worst in the future."

The doctor chuckled. “Everything left to use on you mostly works, so you'll have a bit of a wait if you?re wishing for an unfortunate fate to befall me. Anything else you'd like to ask? I believe we have a little bit more time before we must continue."

It was worth a shot to ask. “Am I going to be made more like the skunk you had visit me?"

He thought for a second. “That's walking the line of what I'm allowed to answer. I will say that at least some of your changes were inspired by a certain demonstration model your owner took a shine to. You may or may not have met that model. Good enough?"

It was a non-answer, just enough to keep her nervous about what was coming and to give her a few specific things to worry about. “You enjoy messing with me, don't you?"

The tiger effected a look of shock, then broke into a smile. “Guilty as charged. I love my job more than is probably healthy. I'm so happy I was able to find my way into it." He looked to her IV. “Ah, you're almost done. Let me prepare the last one and we can continue." He swapped the depleted IV bag with a final fresh one and went back to the device with the mesh dish.

Melissa whimpered. Her hips and ass would be getting the next round of treatment, with just as much growth as her breasts had gotten. It would cement her sexy new look, and be the death of her lithe figure. Forever, if the tiger was to be believed. She was resigned to it now, and saved her hopes for being left with her mind intact. “Just get it over with."

The tiger adjusted the wire mesh to point lower, aimed at Melissa's hips. “Excited about it now?" He flipped the device on.

“I just want it done." She braced herself for the heat to start, and it came quickly, feeling like someone was holding a heater near her butt. She wanted to close her eyes and ignore what was happening, but felt she had to watch. It wouldn't have let her avoid what was happening anyway; her slowly swelling rear started to press against the table she was on, a clear indication of change.

So again she watched herself on the cruelly-placed television, unable to look away as her hips slowly widened, stretching larger to match her new breasts. She couldn't see what was happening to her butt, but she could guess from the increasingly cushy feeling on the table. The process took as long as her breasts had, almost painfully slow for something Melissa didn't want to feel happening.

At last it finished, and Melissa was left with the same figure she had feared having since seeing it on the skunk. Her waist was as thin as ever, making her figure almost exaggerated. She tried not to cry, telling herself that she was really still slim since the extra padding was artificial, but nobody looking at her would know that. They would just see a curvy feline who had probably bought her figure.

She glared at the tiger. “Are you done fucking with my body now?"

He shook his head. “No, not quite." He stowed the dish device and returned to her side, pulling the tray full of supplies close. “You weren't that fond of your claw colors?"

That was ominous. “No. Why?"

The tiger unscrewed the top of the little paint can, revealing a familiar-looking metallic liquid inside. “There's more color on the way." He picked up a paintbrush with a strangely thick handle and dipped it in the can, lifting it out with the bristles coated in shiny liquid. He touched something on the side of the brush that Melissa couldn't see and the fluid on the brush changed color, fading quickly through the spectrum before slowly settling on bright pink, the same shade as her claw caps.

Melissa cringed. “Oh no." Even just the claws was too much bright color for her. Where was that going to go?

The doctor nodded, gesturing with the paintbrush. The pink substance clung to it with no sign of dripping. “Indeed. I rather enjoy this type of thing. Though I consider each product I sell to be a work of art, I don't get much opportunity to be artistic in a classical sense. Usually we like to shave subjects and do this directly on the skin, but your owner wanted it to happen at the same time as everything else, and he likes your fur too much to want you bald in the video. I really recommend not moving while I do this. You'll simply screw up your pattern with no gain."

Melissa nodded sadly, mentally saying goodbye to her pure white fur. One more humiliation. One more thing she loved about her body taken away.

The tiger grinned. “Fortunately, the pattern I've been asked to draw is one I'm quite familiar with. First an example. Watch the screen." He knelt down again, close to her left ankle. He carefully drew a thin stripe around her lower leg, intentionally curving it slightly to make it look natural. As the strange liquid clung to her fur it turned metallic again, coating her follicles completely and then receding into her skin. She felt a momentary tingle, and then the painted fur turned pink, color spreading out from the roots.

The cat whined. So that was how they did the color change. More of their crazy technology.

“And that's how that works." The tiger smiled up at her. “Please stay still, or you'll get shaky stripes, and I'll not have a poorly-done tiger pattern out there making the rest of us look bad."

Melissa shivered and nodded. “Fine."

The tiger continued his work, drawing matching stripes up both of her legs, every so often dipping the brush into the can again and slightly shifting the color. By the time he was drawing thicker stripes around her thighs, they were colored vivid purple. “It's probably obvious, but your fur will continue to grow in these colors as long as the nanos last. They're a fairly new design, so the most we promise is a few years. You'll likely be brought in for touchups at some point. Won't that be fun?"

Melissa watched the process on the television, whimpering as the tiger drew drew the pattern on her body, colorful stripes flowing around her new curves, accentuating her shape perfectly. The ticklish tingle made it hard to stay still at times, but she resisted the urge to squirm. She dreaded the thought of coming back to this place. Even if her owner was cruel, he probably lacked the ability to alter her body and mind. “Fun like a tabasco enema, maybe."

The doctor frowned. “I'm hurt! Do you not enjoy our banter as much as I do?"

She growled at him. “Laugh a minute, doc."

He soon finished, seeming to take great delight in drawing the last few bright blue stripes that hugged her large breasts. “There, wonderful. One of my finest works."

Melissa examined herself, hissing at the overall effect. The stripes were well done, belying the tiger's claim of inexperience. They faded evenly from pink at her feet to blue

on her upper body and ears. “I look like a tiger that got dipped in a rave."

The doctor raised an eyebrow. “That's one way to put it. Not the colors I would have chosen either, but it makes you quite striking. With your new figure, you'll be quite the eye catcher."

Melissa winced. She didn't need the kind of attention looking like this would bring. "Yeah, I can catch the eye of someone looking for an easy lay. Wonderful," she muttered dejectedly.

The tiger winked at her. "Ah, now you're getting the point. It's entirely appropriate to your new role."

Not really a pleasant thought. “Yeah, fuck that. You'd have to wipe my brain completely to get me to accept that."

She instantly regretted the threat, but the tiger just laughed. “Oh, there are interesting times ahead. I can't wait to see how this turns out." He recapped the paint can and put away the strange paintbrush. “That little break should have allowed you to recover from your figure enhancement. How do you feel?"

Melissa's glare could almost set him on fire. “A bit top-heavy. Mind fixing that?"

He shook his head. “I'll take that to mean you're all right. And no can do. We can make those bigger, but not smaller." He wheeled over another device that had the unfinished look of a prototype. Its main feature was a screen on the front with several dials positioned below it. There was a standard-looking desktop computer case mounted below it, and a plastic basket on the side held several oddly shaped attachments with thick cords running back to the computer. Some of the attachments looked disturbingly phallic.

Melissa had no idea what that thing was meant to do, but she was sure she wouldn't like it. “What the fuck now?"

The doctor smiled. “Oh, you'll like this one, whether you want to or not. You may not think so, but this will make things easier for you." He seemed to have given up being coy about her possibly being made mindless. Most of what he said made little sense unless she remained mostly herself.

She frowned. Her position tied to the table was getting increasingly uncomfortable, and now there was another unpleasant change coming. It couldn't be that much worse than being given stripper tits, right? “I haven't liked anything yet. Odds aren't in your favor."

“You'll see what I mean." He brought the new device closer, and flipped a switch on the side. The screen lit up, showing a slightly squiggly green line on a dark background, much like an oscilloscope. It was close enough now that Melissa could read some words written on pieces of tape along the bottom of the screen, one over each dial. There were ones labeled Pain, Temperature, Pleasure, and Texture, along with two on the end marked with only a question mark. It didn't inspire confidence.

Melissa scoffed. “Did you just throw that together from spare parts?"

“No, I assure you it works quite well, and is one of our more popular items. I've been told we're getting a more finished version soon, but until then this prototype is what we have to work with." He removed something from the basket on the side. It looked like a metal spider, a cord coming from where the body would be.. He placed it on Melissa's head, the curved metal legs gently holding it in place.

Melissa raised an eyebrow. “It's an ugly hat. Awesome."

The tiger hummed and pointed at the screen. “More than that, watch." The green line was wiggling much more now, raised up slightly overtop the 'Pain' and 'Texture' labels. He reached out and tweaked Melissa's nipple harshly, making her jump. At the same time, the line on the screen jumped, spiking mostly above the 'Pain' mark, but with smaller peaks above 'Pleasure' and 'Texture'.

The feline yelled. “Ow, you fuck! You could have just told me what it did."

He shrugged. “Showing works so much better. My apologies. Now for the more interesting part."

Melissa figured it would be time to use one of the other attachments. While they looked odd, she couldn't figure out anything bad they could do. Then again, she hadn't predicted what the silvery injections would do, and they had screwed her up pretty good. “So are you going to test my reactions or something?"

The tiger looked impressed. “Close, but not quite." He picked out what looked like a pair of stethoscopes from the basket, round discs with indentations at the center, connected to the computer by a single cord. He affixed one to each of the cat's nipples, the indentations gently gripping her flesh to hold them in place.

She shivered, the metal feeling cold against her sensitive skin. A moment later she felt a very subtle tingling in her nipples, barely noticeable compared to the cold metal or slight pinching. She looked at the screen, and the line was showing a much clearer shape, no longer jumping randomly. She expected the texture and temperature levels to be showing based on what she felt, and indeed they reached a third of the way up the screen, but the pleasure spike was making a strong showing as well just above them, followed close by pain. The two spikes above the question mark labels jumped up and down erratically.

The doctor cleared his throat. “This really should be more dramatic, but technicians have no sense of theater. Enjoy." He reached out and adjusted the dial below the Pleasure label, turning it to the right. The level on the screen moved with it, growing upward toward the top of the screen. The other spikes rose as well, but to a much lower extent.

Melissa whimpered as the caps on her nipples seemed to suddenly get colder and tighter, the subtle tingle picking up just slightly, joined by a gentle buzz in her head that felt moderately disorienting.

The doctor wore a large smile as he pulled the cool discs off the cat's erect nipples,

making her squirm uncomfortably. He raised a hand to her breasts, and gently brushed a tight nub with the soft fur on the back of his paw.

Melissa groaned helplessly and arched her back, a shock of pleasure stronger than any she'd ever felt from her nipples before ran through her. Hell, it was more than she'd ever felt from her clit. The constant dampness in her crotch increased, trickling down her thighs. The machine didn't just test her sense of touch, it changed it. The extent to which they were making her into a sexual plaything was starting to get to her. Even if they left her mind alone, how could she still be herself with these changes wearing on her? “Oh fuck."

The tiger smiled at her. “Was that a pleasant curse or a lament? Perhaps both?" He put away the nipple caps and removed another item that was clearly based on a rabbit-style vibrator, with a modest shaft and a prong intended to rest on the clitoris. “Now for the other spots."

The cat shook her head. She doubted she'd even be able to wear clothes with how that had felt. She couldn't imagine the same effect elsewhere. “No, no more, please."

“I'm afraid I must, dear. Don't worry, you'll come to love it. Everyone does." He placed the new probe against her damp sex and slowly slid it in, eased along by her copious lubrication.

Melissa tried to squirm away from the invading piece of plastic, but it was unavoidable. It nestled deep within her, prong coming to rest against her clitoris, the cord connecting her to the computer that would change her. The light tingle returned, flowing far up into her where she rarely felt any sensation at all.

She closed her eyes to avoid seeing what was happening, but she still knew when the adjustment was made. The probe suddenly felt huge within her, the prong on her clit stimulating it to almost painful sensitivity. Her muscles clenched involuntarily and she gasped, a trace of her juices leaking out around the device.

The tiger slid it out in one quick movement, and Melissa nearly came, her hips bucking forward eagerly, a plaintive whine coming from her mouth. She slumped on her restraints and shook her head to clear it. It was hard to think straight under the effect of such pleasure, and she couldn't imagine what it would be like to resist it for the rest of her life. “That's not right."

The doctor placed the damp probe back in the basket. “No? I think it's wonderful to see someone enjoy their body. Imagine the pleasure that lies ahead of you." He selected a thinner, unadorned probe and removed a bottle of lube from the supply tray.

There was only one place that would be going. “Not there too," she whined.

The tiger raised an eyebrow as he lubricated the probe. “You'd rather it not be pleasant? I would think you'd welcome this." He moved behind her, resting the tip of the probe lightly against her anus. “Relax, or it will hurt, and you'll regret it when I turn you up."

That was a hell of a way to refer to having her sensitivity increased. Melissa relaxed

and let the probe enter her, whimpering at the feeling of the first thing larger than a finger entering her rear. It already felt full and tight. What would happen when she was adjusted? She spared a glance at the screen. It showed low values all the way across, not even much of a hill for pleasure.

The situation didn't last long. With disturbing casualness the tiger spun the pleasure dial, cranking up her anal sensitivity, making it as pleasurable as vaginal sex, both of which were now far more intense for Melissa than any unmodified person could experience. Her muscles fluttered, alternately gripping tight and relaxing as the sudden pleasure overwhelmed her.

The doctor slowly removed the thin probe from her ass, watching the gasping female as it teased her sensitive flesh on the way out.

Melissa whined as it finally left her, cursing herself for wanting the tiger to stick it back in, along with the one her pussy still missed. Her holes ached to have the penetration back, her needy slit leaking with helpless arousal. That feeling was entirely new to her back door, and it made her feel dirty how empty she felt back there. She barely stopped herself from begging for more. They wouldn't beat her so easily.

The doctor nodded. “Impressive restraint. Usually I have them pleading to be fucked by now. I can never oblige, but it's good for the ego. One last thing."

What more could there be? Melissa groaned as the tiger produced what looked like a pair of aluminum foil slippers.

He was looking skeptical himself. “We've never had a request for this specific mod before, but the techs were happy to rig something up for us. They swear this isn't ordinary aluminum foil, but rather some advanced material with the proper inductive properties and all sorts of other jargon. I'm fairly certain they're lying."

Melissa looked nervous. She hated what he had done to her other parts, but they at least made sense to change. Her feet, though? What was the point? “I don't get it. Slippers?" she asked, still breathing heavy from her near climax.

The tiger shrugged. “We don't question the customers. He made the request and we fulfill it." He carefully placed a foil slipper on her left footpaw, compressing it to make sure it reached down between her toes. “I was given very specific instructions on this matter. Please try to hold still so I don't have to explain to your owner why the job is half done."

He repeated the process for her other foot, and it wasn't long before Melissa felt the tingle of the machine sensing her level of sensation. The machine showed another flat line, barely registering on the screen. Melissa wasn't sure what to expect. “How can this even work? Feet don't feel like that."

The doctor grinned. “We call that a challenge around here. Your feet may not have given you a great deal of pleasure before, but our experts assure me this will work fine. I just have to use a bit of finesse. You need to still be able to walk, after all." He fingered the knob labeled Pleasure for a moment, then gave it a slow turn, gently lifting

up the level for that sensation.

Along with it, one of the question mark levels raised as well, staying even with the setting the tiger was adjusting. He stopped and looked at it for a moment. “That's new. We'll have to report this to the provider."

Hesitating, he walked over to Melissa and removed the metallic sock, then gently stroked the bottom of her footpaw with a claw, watching for her reaction.

The bound feline moaned, pleasure igniting from the light stroke of the claw. Her still-needy pussy clenched on air, trying to squeeze something that was no longer there, dripping more of her lightly scented juices onto the ground. At the same time, her foot tickled, and her lusty moan quickly trailed off into a giggle. It shocked her, and if she could have put a hand over her mouth she would have. It was a weird mix of feelings, like being fucked with a feather.

The tiger nodded. “Ok, that seems about right. Not exactly what was asked for, but he was told this was experimental." He stowed the parts of the sensitivity machine and rolled it out of the way. He turned back to Melissa, pulling the tray of tools nearby again. “Good news, we're almost done."

That was mixed news at best. Melissa would prefer to be done now. The combination of expected and strange changes to her body would be hard enough to live with. “How about we call it now?"

“Always trying to cut our time short. So rude." The doctor stood in front of her. “I have to apologize for this next part," he started, grimly. “It's going to be very unpleasant for you. As you may have noticed, I rather enjoy a bit of discomfort in my subjects, especially of the psychological variety. However, I do not at all enjoy seeing them in real amounts of pain."

Melissa whimpered. It was true that she hadn't been truly hurt yet, save when she had tried to escape. The fact that she needed to be warned was incredibly ominous.

The tiger unwrapped a sterile piercing needle and placed it on the tray, then separated the stack of rings by size: two largish, six small, and one short bar. “Ideally I would do this step before upping your sensitivity, but the rings interfere with the machine."

He picked up a small spray bottle and gave a quick spritz to her nipples. For a moment they burned like a brand was held against them, making Melissa gasp and clench her teeth, tail lashing, but the feeling rapidly faded, leaving them nearly numb. “That will help some."

Melissa had never even considered getting a piercing before, but based on the hardware arrayed on the tray it looked like she was about to get nine. She didn't even know there were nine places to get piercings. Her mind flicked back to the skunk and her complex arrangement of metal on her genitals. She'd never gotten a proper look at what was actually happening there, but signs indicated she would get her chance soon.

The doctor swabbed her left nipple with alcohol and readied the needle. He gave

Melissa a quick glance, then drove it through in one smooth motion.

Melissa shouted and tensed up, eyes tearing up instantly. The pain was incredible. It felt more like a javelin through her chest than a small needle. The needle was quickly removed, hurting even more than the initial penetration, making her gasp.

The tiger quickly slid a half-ring through the hole, letting the open end hang down. He picked up another spray bottle and coated her nipple, then covered it with a piece of gauze.

Melissa hissed deep breaths through clenched teeth. Slowly, the pain faded, replaced by a warm tightness in her nipple. She could feel the weight of the ring far more clearly than she expected to.

The tiger rotated the ring slightly from side to side, making sure it wasn't healed in place. He held up the spray bottle he had used. “Accelerates healing. Quite useful, as I'm sure you agree."

She shivered. There were far too many rings remaining on the tray for her liking. The odd sensation of something hanging from her gave her the feeling that her pierced nipple would have been fully erect now even without whatever had made them that way permanently. “Holy shit."

“Yes, I did my best. I'm afraid it doesn't get any better." He picked up a small section of metal that seemed to be the missing section of the ring. He unscrewed the cap of a small bottle about the size of a nail polish container, containing some strong- smelling substance. The cap had a small brush attached to it, and the tiger used it to paint the ends of the small, curved piece of metal. He very carefully aligned it with the rest of the ring and held it there for several seconds. When he gently let go, the ring was a solid, unbroken circle. “There we go."

He looked up at Melissa. “While the rings may look like metal, they are actually a custom ceramic material. Once I've bonded them together, they're...well, we can't use the word indestructible, but it would take a significant amount of time with a liquid- cooled masonry saw to get one off. I wouldn't want such a thing near any part of my body I particularly liked, but you're free to disagree."

Melissa whimpered, imagining the vibrations of a saw against the ring in her sensitive parts. It was probably with her for good. As the tiger prepared the next ring, she tried not to think about what was coming. The first one had been bad enough when she didn't know what was coming. Now that she had felt it once, the prospect of more terrified her. Even with the numbing agent being sprayed on her, it wasn't near enough.

She couldn't help but whine as the needle was placed against her right nipple and carefully aligned. Her scream was even louder the second time. It was taking all of her self control not to sob.

The tiger worked quickly with his healing spray, but the moments of intense pain were still torturously long to Melissa. She slowly recovered again, now feeling two large weights hanging from her breasts.

It was amazing to her how magnified all the sensations from her enhanced parts were. It had great potential if she was with a partner she chose, but she worried about how she would act when her owner made her perform— and there was no doubt in her mind that she would be forced. She hoped she could keep control of herself and not be reduced to a mewling mess.

When the doctor picked up the small bar and knelt down to examine her crotch, Melissa started shaking in apprehension. Getting punctured there would probably have hurt like hell even without enhancement. It was hard to even imagine what was coming. She jumped and gasped when he parted her folds and exposed her clitoris, nearly overwhelmed by pleasure and embarrassment from even his clinical touch. The feelings diminished only slightly at the application of the numbing spray.

She was almost grateful that he didn't give her any warning before going ahead with the clitoral hood piercing. The sharp stab through her most sensitive part was over quickly, but she still only felt the first brief shock of it. She seemed to lose several seconds of time, becoming aware again with a dull ache in her privates and a wet feeling down her thighs. Her entire body felt more tired than it had a moment ago. There was the tug of a slight weight pulling at her nethers, feeling far stranger than the matching sensation from her nipples.

The tiger was at a sink in the corner, rinsing off his face. He called to her across the room. “I've seen that cause orgasms before, but I failed to take into account your other modifications. I'm going to be smelling raspberry for the rest of the day."

Melissa let out a tired chuckle. Given how wet she was, she must have soaked his face. Served him right. She was almost sad she had missed what must have been an amazing climax, but she was glad to not remember the pain that made her black out temporarily. “Hope you're allergic."

He shook his head as he walked back. “Allergic to the evidence of a lady's enjoyment? That would be unbearable. I'll be perfectly fine." He returned to the tray full of equipment and picked up a small metal ball, the cap for her latest piercing.

She tensed up as he pulled at the bar perforating her sensitive area, and squirmed as he coated the end with the special adhesive and capped it with the ball. Along with the ball on the other side of the rod, they would put a light squeeze on her clitoris whenever she was aroused. With her other modifications, that would be almost always, and if what the tiger said was true, for the rest of her life. The consistent pressure there pulled at her thoughts, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.

The tiger then produced the most ordinary object he had yet used on her, a simple fine-point Sharpie marker. He patted at her crotch with a napkin to dry it, then gently manipulated the puffy lips of her sex, eventually pulling them gently together. With a few quick swipes of the Sharpie he marked three spots on each side of her cleft, alternating sides as he worked from top to bottom. “Ok, that's about right."

Melissa had no idea what would take so much preparation. He wasn't building a bridge down there. Nonetheless, she wasn't looking forward to things going in at those

six spots he had marked. It probably wouldn't be as bad as the last one that was only now starting to feel better, but that wasn't saying much. She intentionally breathed deep to calm herself, ignoring the scent of arousal and raspberries.

The doctor coated the entire area in a liberal spray of numbing agent, then readied his needle. “I'm going to try and do all these in one go. It will be unpleasant, but I believe it's preferable to drawing it out."

Melissa nodded, clenching her eyes shut. “Like a Band-Aid. Do it."

He did. One quick shot after another, six brutally painful stabs through her labia, and then the insertion of the rings.

The healing spray didn't work anywhere close to fast enough for Melissa's taste. Her blunted claws dug into her palms as she clenched her fists, breath coming in sharp hisses through her teeth.

And then it was over. The pain receded, leaving only the stretching, heavy feeling of the new rings in her sex.

The tiger worked quickly, affixing the closures to all of the new rings. After a few minutes, Melissa had effectively permanent rings down either side of her slit, slightly overlapping in the center.

She looked at the situation on the television and sighed. It would be a wonder if she didn't jingle like an overloaded key ring when she walked.

The tiger picked up the thin marker and slid it into the rings where they overlapped, nodding when they pulled her labia together. “Excellent, I would hate to have to adjust any of this."

Melissa didn't plan on being a willing partner in any sexual activity soon, but seeing her vagina more or less locked away was still not fun. There were still plenty of other ways to get pleasure, especially now, but it was strongly symbolic. “So I'm look but don't touch?"

“Hmm?" He removed the marker and had a look. “Oh, no. That's not what the intent is. It's something rather inventive, actually. I look forward to hearing your thoughts on it." He sat back for a moment to admire his latest work, then stood. “Well, that unpleasantness is all done, and marks the end of your physical transformation. How do you feel?"

Melissa sighed in relief. Her body had been twisted and sexed up more than she had imagined possible. Her figure altered, sexual areas made intensely sensitive, coloration changed to grab attention, and intimate parts pierced in the most kinky ways. But it was over, and she would deal with it. Everything could be hidden or undone, somehow, and if— when —she escaped, she could go back to her life. “Achy, tired, cold. I'll live."

The tiger nodded. “As I expected from you. We have to wait a few minutes for the numbing to wear off completely before we continue. Do you have any more questions?"

Wait, continue? “I thought you said we were done."

He laughed. “I said your physical transformation was complete. You didn't think that was all you were in for today, did you?"

Melissa whined. She had been so sure they weren't going to screw with her mind, and now her hopes were crashing down. “But...you said..."

The tiger shrugged. “I suppose I did suggest you'd still be yourself when we meet again in the future. That's true, mostly."

She dropped her head. So that was it, then. “Am I going to be some obedient sex pet?"

He lost his composure for a moment, slapping a hand to his mouth to suppress a loud guffaw. “Ahem. Excuse me. I'm not permitted to tell you that."

The outburst was somehow reassuring. He thought the idea of her being obedient was ridiculous. That was true enough now, but it was comforting that it might remain so. But still, something was going to be done to her. Knowing what they were capable of, it wasn't a pleasant thought. “Will I know what you did?"

The tiger held his hand in the air and rocked it side to side. “Yes and no."

She should have seen that coming. “Helpful as always," she said dejectedly.

“I live to serve." He lifted a hand and massaged her breast, gently caressing the soft mound before giving the slightest brush to her nipple.

Melissa felt the electric jolt of pleasure run through her, and moaned before she could suppress it. She was worn out from everything that had happened so far, and painfully short on resistance.

The tiger nodded. “Looks like you're set now." He walked over to a cabinet and removed what looked like a black motorcycle helmet. The visor was opaque, and it had a thick cable running from the back. The effect was quite intimidating. He carried it over to Melissa. “And this is what will one day revolutionize education. For now, we use it for different things."

Melissa growled. “I don't need any education."

The tiger shrugged. “But how can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?"

She blinked at him in confusion. “What?"

The doctor shook his head sadly. “Kids these days. I wonder if I could sneak some music history into your program."

He couldn't be that much older than Melissa. She had been fooled by the fake grey in his hair at the first meeting, but now it was clear. “Hey, I don't want to be programmed at all."

He held up the helmet. “I'm afraid you don't get a choice. You didn't want those breasts, either, but they turned out quite nice. I assure you this will also have a wonderful result."

She whined. If whatever he was doing to her mind was as excessive as the breast enhancement, she didn't want any part of it. “Don't do it, please. I like who I am."

The tiger nodded. “Oh, I know. You will afterward, too. Alas, you won't be seeing me again for a while, so goodbye for now." He placed the helmet on her head, being careful with her ears as it went on.

A padded seal around her neck blocked the outside light, making the inside of the helmet completely dark. She couldn't hear anything from outside, either, and the effect was disorienting. She didn't know what the tiger meant by not seeing her for a while. How long was this going to take? She didn't want to stay tied to the table for much longer.

With the helmet on, she was taken by surprise when two small, rounded objects were placed against her nipples. She felt them taped into place, tugging gently on her fur. So that was how they were going to get to her.

After that, it was no shock to feel a dildo slipped slowly into her wet vagina. It was done gently, and met no resistance. Rather, she arched her back and moaned as it entered her, newly sensitive nerves lighting up at the touch of the smooth invader. She was disappointed when it remained still, and she reflexively clenched on it to keep the pleasure coming.

While she was distracted, the tiger continued, and only moments later there was a light, slippery touch of another dildo at her rear opening. Just the tip of the plastic object resting there was enough to make her gasp. That area had never given her pleasure in the past, but the adjustments to hit had been very effective.

Melissa groaned, letting the lubed dildo slide into her tight rear opening. The feelings there were new, but already addicting, and she didn't really want to keep it out. Being stuffed in both holes made her feel dirty but it was also undeniably wonderful. The fullness seemed to force the resistance out of her mind, making her just want more.

Several seconds later she got her next surprise. Each of the toys touching her vibrated for half a second in turn, running some sort of test. Even that slight stimulation was enough to draw a new moan and shiver from Melissa. Was that going to be her future, to be helpless any time someone touched her in the right place?

She had only a second to ponder that before there was a white flash across her vision, and she felt even more disconnected from the things around her. Her worries seemed dampened, making her more relaxed than she had been since being in the waiting room of what she thought was a charity organization. She knew there was something wrong with that, but couldn't summon the concern that she should be feeling.

Another flash, and she was laying sideways on a couch. Wait, was she? How was that possible? She swore she could feel it under her, and the scene looked completely

detailed wherever she focused, from the pastel stripe pattern on the couch to the male whose lap her feet were resting in. She couldn't quite make out the face of her companion, but that wasn't important because she needed to focus on the wonderful foot massage he was giving her.

Her body shook as her partner's fingers danced across her paw pads, pressing into them with his thumbs, solidly but lovingly. Pleasurable shocks ran up her legs, collecting in her pussy and rapidly dampening her panties. She stretched her legs, shoving her paws harder against his hands, begging him for more with her lusty moans.

The faceless partner brushed across her paw pads, giving her pleasure with them in ways she had never felt before. He played with her toes, squeezing them to expose her claws, making her mewl in sensual pleasure. She splayed her toes, making sure he had plenty of access to—

Flash

The mystery lover had shifted, and was now licking her feet, using his warm, moist tongue where his fingers had been before, lightly cleaning the pads, engulfing her toes in his mouth.

Her panties had disappeared, and she now had one hand buried in her crotch, two fingers dipping wetly into her heated slit, complementing the intense pleasure from her paws. The tongue dove between her toes, finding an amazingly sensitive spot in the skin there, and she matched the feeling with her hand on her breast.

Her footpaws seemed to be connected directly to her clit, bringing her so much pleasure that if her lover had offered to move to her pussy she would have declined. She pinched a large, erect nipple atop a heavy breast, yowling as the combination of sensation put her close to—

Flash

She and her lover were naked. Her paws were on his thick, erect cock, sliding up and down it as it leaked pre. It felt almost as good between her paws as it would in her pussy, and fortunately left her pussy open for her fingers to play with. She gasped as she gripped the cock between her toes, squeezing the slippery length, feeling more pleasure from the act than the male was. It was wonderful that her footpaws had been made so much more sensitive that she could feel such intense pleasure from them.

The male bucked his hips as her feet caressed his length, moaning deeply. It was obvious to both of them that his climax was near.

Melissa excitedly worked her fingers in her damp slit, trying to match her speed with her footpaws, stroking her partner's cock as fast as she could. She felt the male tense and twitch, and moments later he was cumming, spraying her paws heavy ropes of his seed. The feeling finally sent her over the edge, and the hand at her crotch got soaked with a flood of her juices as she yowled through a body-shaking climax. Oh, how she loved having cum on her paws. She pulled them back, about to give them a thorough cleaning with her tongue, and maybe have another—

Flash

She was back on the couch, footpaws in the eager hands of her faceless lover. She mewed happily, ready for more wonderful paw play.

The male changed things up, starting to tickle rather than massage. His claws danced across her soft paw pads, exciting the nerves, going for teasing more than pleasure.

Melissa gasped and erupted in laughter, not expecting this kind of play. Her body shook and she started trying to pull her paws away from those teasing fingers.

The tickling continued, with the male holding her tight, brushing the overly sensitive paws with his fur. His skill was impressive, and he was doing his best to get to the cat.

She laughed loudly, begging for the male to stop. A pressure started to build in her bladder, and she became worried about holding it in. She twisted her legs, trying harder to escape.

The male's efforts turned harsher, holding her ankles tightly, making it clear she wasn't going anywhere. His face was still mysteriously anonymous, but a wicked smile was visible. His claws worked fast, trailing across her pads, poking between toes.

Melissa whined between howls of laughter, struggling hard to get away. It would be unbearably embarrassing if she couldn't escape and relieve herself. The pressure built to a peak, and her pleas for the male to stop went unanswered. His claws tickled at a particularly sensitive spot and she suddenly lost the battle, unable to resist the artificially increased sensation from her footpaws.

Her bladder released, soaking her panties and the couch below her. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, and a matching heat grew in her crotch.

The male laughed at her, taunting, each sharp bark increasing her embarrassment and giving a shock of pleasure to her core.

She whined in shame, feeling her pussy burn with need as humiliation fed her arousal. Her hand started to slide toward—

Flash

A classroom from college. She sat in the back of the room, ignoring the droning professor at the front. Her skirt was flipped up, her pantiless rear on the cool plastic chair. One hand was under her skirt, rubbing her wet slit as she leaned forward on the desk to hide what she was doing. Her face flushed, feeling nervous about being found out.

She moaned at the thought, then froze and looked around her. None of the other anonymous students had turned toward her, so she resumed, sliding two fingers deep into her slit, seeking out her g-spot. Her juices dripped onto the chair, leaving a puddle for whoever sat there in the next class.

Soft mews escaped her as she fingered herself, but she wasn't worried. If nobody

had heard her earlier moan then she was still fine. They almost certainly wouldn't hear the slippery sound of her fingers pounding her pussy either. Her eyes shut as she leaned forward, pressing her ample breasts and tight nipples onto the top of the desk.

She gasped sharply as she found her g-spot, then opened her eyes in fear. The entire class was staring at her. Even the professor had stopped his lecture and was eagerly watching as she pleasured herself. Melissa burned with embarrassment, but couldn't stop her hand. Her pussy gripped her fingers eagerly, becoming more hot and wet in response to her public shaming.

The other people snickered, pointing at her, whispering to each other about what a slut she was to be pleasing herself in the middle of class. She couldn't argue, given how helpless she was to stop herself, and how she was getting off on the shame of being discovered. Her hand moved faster, driving her ever closer to climax, a private moment that an entire classroom of people would be witness to. Several of them pulled out cell phones, ready to capture her humiliating moment for later blackmail, or for their own personal pleasure. The first flash went off, and she—

Flash

She was on her hands and knees, completely nude. Her pussy was hot, wet, inflamed, dripping onto the raised stage. Dozens of people stood around her, and she knew that they had all paid money to be there, to watch her.

An unseen male behind her gripped her ass, fingers strongly digging into her softness, and she did nothing to resist as his thick cock speared her, driving to full depth in a moment, spreading her wide.

She screamed in pleasure, delighting in the approving murmurs of the crowd. Oh gods, she was getting fucked in public, and she loved it. She could feel the eyes on her as clearly as she could feel the dick in her tight slit.

The male fucked her hard, rocking her forward with every thrust, making her huge, stripper-size tits sway beneath her. All those people must assume this was who she was, a slut who would fuck anyone at any time, powerless against the constant heat that raged in her loins.

For the moment it was true. Even as her face burned red in shame, her tail didn't try to duck down because it might block the male from doing his work, and she needed to cum for these people and feel the ultimate shame of being fucked to climax for a crowd.

Every cheer from the assembled people made her more embarrassed at her behavior, which only made her hotter and more eagerly responsive. She slammed her hips back harder, drilling herself on the male whose name she didn't even know, whose face she had never seen, and the crowd cheered louder. Shame fed arousal, and vice versa, sending her spiraling to ever higher reaches of excitement.

The unseen partner suddenly slammed into her, holding her still, and she felt waves of his hot cum pour into her. The realization that she had fucked a man in public, let him cum in her, maybe even gotten knocked up, all while a crowd cheered her on set her off.

She fell forward, ass raised high in the ultimate debased position, humiliation burning through her as she came hard, bucking on the males still-hard cock, mixed juices spilling out from their joining. Her orgasmic cries couldn't drown out the thunderous applause of the crowd as they shouted their approval. She wanted to die. See wanted to go again. She wanted—

Flash

She was on hands and knees again, this time on a bed, nervously awaiting the attentions of her lover.

His hands gripped her rear, gently massaging her plump cheeks, relaxing her completely.

Melissa sighed and melted into his touch, feeling her muscles loosen. She wiggled her rear, trying to entice him to move in and pleasure her more directly. Her arousal burned, dripping from her soaking slit, and she needed him to cool it with his hands, his mouth, his cock, whatever it took.

She moaned with anticipation as she felt his breath on the fur of her crotch, ready to feel his tongue parting her folds, but then he moved upward, blowing through the fur of her rear, pressing his muzzle up under her tail. She whimpered. That wasn't where she wanted him at all.

Her mind changed instantly with the first warm lick across her anus, pleasure making her back arch, her voice call out. She opened for him, and his tongue entered, the hot, slick muscle teasing her tight ring, stabbing in and out.

She buried her face in the bed to avoid deafening herself with her cries. It felt so wrong and dirty to have someone eating her ass, but that didn't matter a bit to her body, which was alive with ecstatic shocks she'd never felt before. How had she never done this before? How could she live without doing it again? The touch of the tongue made her desperate for more penetration, something to spread her wider, plunge deeper.

The male's muzzle pressed hard against her, his tongue delightfully long, but not quite enough for her. She needed—

Flash

The toy's tip rested against her tight pucker. Her legs strained to hold her in a squat above it. She could feel the lubrication, slippery against her rear, and knew intellectually it would be enough, but the damn thing was almost two inches wide. She rocked back and forth, making sure her near-virgin opening was coated well, mewling softly as even that gave her intense spikes of pleasure. She was just so sensitive back there, the slightest touch made her desperate for more.

She kept her hands off her pussy, as difficult as it was. She wanted to see if she could cum purely from anal stimulation. She ached for penetration, in front but especially in her rear, a feeling she was not at all used to.

Almost without willing it, she sank down, the narrow tip of the toy gently entering her, a small prelude of what was to come. It slid in easily, coated with plenty of lube, and her anus slowly stretched wider as she made her way down toward the floor. She grunted in combined pleasure and exertion. It almost hurt, but the delicious full feeling was exactly what she needed.

She reached the bottom, resting on the wide knot at the toy's base that she knew she couldn't take. Not yet, at least. She waited there, reveling in the thought of the large toy lodged inside her, bringing so much pleasure to her taboo opening. It wouldn't be off limits for her any more, that was for sure. She murred at the thought of all the pleasure to come. As many toys as she could get, as big as she could take, any male that wanted to get in there.

Her legs tensed, slowly lifting her upward, the ridges on the toy popping through her incredibly sensitive opening, each one drawing a gasp or lust-filled moan from her. As it left, she felt painfully empty, only managing to suppress a whine because she knew it would be back in just a moment.

Melissa dropped down again, faster this time, shouting her enjoyment to the empty room. She would never have thought something like this could feel so right. It was getting harder to keep her hands off herself. Her nipples ached, rings jostling as she bounced on the dildo. She drew closer to climax, amazed and delighted she could get there purely from having her ass stretched out.

If only she didn't have to do it to herself. What she really needed was a male to—

Flash

She dropped into her lover's lap, taking his thick cock in her ass all the way to the base. He held her under her ass, spreading her cheeks to help her deal with his size, lifting and dropping her, threatening her tightness with his growing knot.

She begged for it, moisture dripping from her swollen pussy lips. Her fingers flicker her labia rings, adding as much pleasure as she could, flicking her clit desperately.

With a final thrust, the male tied her, the swelling knot stretching her unbelievably full, putting immense pressure on parts of her that seemed to feel only pleasure, and massive amounts of it at that.

She felt him twitching, each jump signaling a shot of his cum into her and she came with him, writhing in his lap, ass clenching rhythmically behind his thick knot. She never wanted him to pull out. It was only right that she always be filled with—

Flash

Her mouth bobbed on his cock, swallowing it until her nose was buried in his crotch fur. She felt his length hit the back of her throat but failed to gag, and she hummed, using the vibrations to please him.

She felt him jump against her tongue, and braced herself for what was coming. Her mouth filled with his hot, thick cum and she swallowed quickly. As much as she wanted

to savor the delicious, musky, male flavor, he just kept shooting. She could swear she felt the heat settle in her belly, evidence of the huge load she swallowed, and her lower half twitched in pleasure. A belly full of cum was almost as good as—

Flash

The two large males bounced her between them. She was stuffed front and back, utterly full of hot, thick cock, begging for them to fuck her hard and fill her up. They both slammed forward at once, shaking and growling as the pumped seemingly endless amounts of seed into both her holes.

Melissa held the male in front of her tightly, sent into a frantic climax by the feeling of hot essence delivered deep within her.

They both pulled out and more took their place, eager to give her more cum, fill her until her belly bulged with the amount the left inside her. And it would never be enough, she would never feel complete without that warmth inside her, dripping from her recently used—

Flash

The males grunted as they climaxed, almost in unison, near a dozen cocks all shooting their sticky loads onto her face, her breasts, all over, marking her as the slut she—

Flash

She licked feverishly at the other female's dripping slit, drinking her juices as she explored her depths. The taste was unbelievable. Not quite as good as a male, but way better than any meal she'd ever had. She hoped she'd get more opportunity in the future to—

Flash

—tied to the bed, struggling fruitlessly against the ropes as the feathered brush danced across—

Flash

—managed to walk with the thick toy lodged inside—

Flash

—held her down—

Flash Flash Flash

4 - Delivery

Melissa was getting sick of waking up in strange places. Every single one of her muscles seemed to ache, and there was an odd pain in the back of her head that kept distracting her. It took several seconds for her to become fully aware of her surroundings.

There was a dampness around her waist, at first making her think she had wet the uncomfortable, institutional style bed she was in. The scent of raspberries in the air reminded her of part of what he had been through...had it been yesterday? She felt like she'd been out longer than that. The sheets were soaked with her arousal, and she rolled to the side to escape the wet spot, wincing as her large breasts shifted on her chest. It hadn't been a nightmare, unless she simply hadn't woken up yet.

A simple bedside table held a cup of water, and she reached for it with two shaking hands, gulping it down in a matter of seconds. She was parched, and the water was refreshing, partly helping to clear her head. After it was gone it occurred to her to wonder if it had been spiked with anything, but it wasn't like they didn't have other ways to get to her. The alternative was dying of thirst.

She remembered the transformation, and all of the horror and embarrassment and pain that came with it. But after the tiger put the helmet on her, everything went fuzzy, like trying to remember a dream from a week ago. There had been sex, that much she was sure of, but the details were just gone.

The piercings still pulled at her attention, embedded in flesh that had been made overly sensitive. It was hard to think of anything else with their constantly tugging weight. She looked around the room and sighed. It was the same one she had spent the night in before her conversion, or at least one that looked identical. Who knew how many rooms they had for storing their slaves?

Melissa swung her legs over the edge of the bed and shook her head to clear it. That part of her still felt normal at least. She started as she realized that. She felt like herself! There was no deep urge to obey, no mindless trance. She had free will to move about. It was almost enough to make her jump for joy, but she felt a little to woozy still to risk it.

Instead she slowly stood, then her knees almost buckled as her footpaws touched the plush carpet. It was soft, and ticklish, and even the touch of it under her own weight gave her as much pleasure as sex used to. A fresh rush of dampness flowed from her pierced sex, and she leaned over onto the bed. Walking was going to be an adventure.

She started to realize she had to use the bathroom, and unless she wanted to wet her bed for real, she needed to cross that carpet to get there. Melissa braced herself and stood, trying to detach herself from the nearly overwhelming sensation from her feet. She took little steps, each one punctuated with a little gasp as she made her way across the room.

Fortunately, her initial difficulty was mostly due to shock at her increased sensitivity. As she walked, she got the feelings under control and was able to walk almost normally. The trip still left her strongly aroused, and the musky raspberry scent she now emitted clung heavily to her as her fluids dripped down her thighs. She was beginning to think she would never be free of it.

The bathroom was just as sparse as the last one she had visited, but it was enough to get the job done. Wiping with the lowest-bidder toilet paper they had provided was unpleasant, especially since she had to carefully wipe off all of her new jewelry. Next time she would find a way to keep it out of the path of danger. She washed her hands thoroughly, then cupped them and drank several handfuls of water from the faucet. No doubt her thirst was related to the persistent leak she'd developed down below.

Melissa walked gingerly back to the bed. It was starting to feel strangely normal to be nude. She knew she was probably being watched by some hidden camera, but it didn't bother her anymore, beyond a slight twitch of arousal. After what had already been filmed happening to her, what did it matter?

She sat on the bed and thought about her future. Her conversion looked to be over, so it was only a matter of time until she was turned over to her new owner. There was no way of knowing what that would be like. He had asked some disturbing questions as he was picking her out, but the actual changes he selected were tame in comparison, as much as she may hate them.

Nor was there any way of knowing how long she'd be waiting for it to happen. She didn't like being left alone to worry herself to death. There wasn't any obvious way to entertain herself in the spartan room, and just going back to sleep wasn't enticing.

So she decided to try and exercise. It may not help get rid of the artificially enhanced figure, but it would keep the rest of her body toned, and keeping her strength up would help in her future escape plans.

One jumping jack was enough to discard those as a reasonable method of working out. Her breasts nearly slapped her in the face as they bounced, and she hissed and grabbed them to ease the pain of their heavy drop at the end of her jump. None of that until she could get a sports bra. The increased rubbing of the carpet on her sensitive footpaws would be a problem as well. The last thing she needed was to land from a jump into an orgasm that dropped her to the floor.

Maybe pushups. She eased her way to the floor and poised on her hands and toes, capped claws lightly holding the carpet. Her breasts hung down, only inches from the floor. She tried to go through one to test anyway, and as soon as her pierced nipples brushed the carpet her knees gave out as her body jumped with pleasure. Dammit.

She could do hand and knee pushups, stopping short of touching the ground, but that wouldn't work anywhere near as well as she wanted. Sit-ups? Those actually worked quite well. Her plush rear made sitting far more comfortable than when she just had bone and tight muscle back there— an advantage of being a fat bottomed girl, she thought --and she could make it through a full movement before her breasts touched the

fur on her lower thighs. The shifting of her breasts as she went from laying to sitting up was annoying, but manageable, and the brush of soft fur on her sensitive nipples made a nice little reward for every one she completed.

It was a hell of an exercise plan. Melissa got a rush of sexual reinforcement after every rep, making her that much more eager to continue. Lay back, sit up, shiver and mew in pleasure, repeat. She was quickly breathing heavy, and not just from exertion. A wet spot formed on the carpet, but she didn't care. Soon the brush of fur wasn't enough for her, and she diverted one hand to her crotch, giving a quick rub to her damp petals as a further reward.

She moved fast, rapidly abandoning the proper form and barely lifting from the ground as she pawed at her sex, back arching as her fingers explored her newly sensitive depths, eager to find out how much more she could feel. As her ass raised off the ground she got a wonderful idea. Her fingers were plenty lubed with her copious juices, so it was a simple matter to reach behind her and slide them into her back door.

She yowled in pleasure, clamping down on the two digits in her tight rear opening. Gods, that was good. Her back stayed arched, and she mauled a large breast as she fingered her asshole, flicking her nipple piercings and moaning in pleasured abandon. With her sex-enhanced body, it wasn't long at all before she reached her climax, shouting her joy and release, a spray of juices spattering across the carpet as her ass clenched down and ejected her fingers, allowing her to freely collapse onto her back. She breathed heavily, enhanced breasts shifting back and forth. Now that had been some exercise.

Her ass still tingled from the penetration, and she wondered what had possessed her to try that. The doctor's fingers were the first foreign object to go up there in her life, and none of what he'd done to her there had been enjoyable. It had just felt right somehow, like anal play was a perfectly normal part of her life. The idea scared her. What else would seem normal?

There wasn't even a chance to catch her breath before the door to her room opened and the tiger came in, wearing his ever-present smile and lab coat. Of course he would time it that way. He had a brown paper bag in his hands, and idly set it on the bed before stepping back and looking at her, still splayed on the floor, breathing deeply. “Well now, I see you're fully recovered. I'd ask how you're feeling, but I'm pretty sure I already know."

Great, it was time for him to fuck with her again. “Fuck...you," she huffed.

He wagged a finger at her. “Once again, I can't without permission, and I doubt your owner would want to share on delivery day. A man deserves some time alone with his new toy. I know he's extremely excited. He told me he quite enjoyed the video of your conversion."

So it was time for her to be handed over. She suppressed a sad sigh and slowly stood, putting herself on equal standing with him. She was still wearing the shock collar, and he probably still had the remote for it, but she could salvage some pride by

standing up to him a little. “Yeah, we'll see how much fun he has." She flexed her claws, but the brightly-colored safety caps ruined the effect.

The tiger nodded. “Yes, you're still feisty as ever, which I'm sure pleases you. It certainly makes me happy, both because I find you quite endearing and because that is what the customer asked for. Accidents do happen during mental programming, after all."

They had reprogrammed her. Even though she felt normal, thinking about it sent ice down her spine. What kind of time bombs were there, waiting for the right stimulus to make her behave in a way she never would have befor?' “How much did you change?"

He lit up, eager to discuss hit work. “I was hoping you'd ask! Now that I'm free to share, I can tell you whatever you like. Your mental changes were fairly simple, really. Your core personality was left intact, as we've already established. However, we removed all of your sexual inhibitions. You are now, at worst, indifferent to any sex act that might be suggested to you, barring other concerns such as self-preservation. In addition, we have given you kinks for several specific activities, too numerous to mention. If I saw correctly on our monitoring, you've already discovered one."

Her butt clenched with the remembered sensation as she realized what he meant. It was so subtle, it had snuck up on her. How many more would she discover that way? She told herself it wasn't that bad. It wasn't like a compulsion, just some more things she enjoyed doing. Would she complain if they made her enjoy building model railroads? She almost laughed at her own terrible argument. It wasn't the same at all.

She then realized another consequence of what he'd said. He'd seen her cum from fingering her ass, watched her writhe in pleasure, maybe even listened to her as she gasped and moaned. How many people had been there? She imagined a room full of workers and customers all seeing her lewd performance. Her cheeks warmed with a blush, and her nipples and pussy matched, sudden arousal stemming from her embarrassment, a couple drops of arousal falling to the floor. “What the hell?"

The tiger clapped. “And there's another one. Even if you're feeling embarrassed, you can still feel good. Isn't that good news?"

She growled. “God dammit, what doesn't get me off now?"

The doctor laughed. “Precious little, dear. What better way to acclimate you to your new position? Oh, we also gave you a few new skills, all sexual I'm afraid. It seems your owner has no interest in having you do anything else." He shrugged. “C'est la vie. One day we'll get someone with a more interesting programming request. The techs tell me they're itching for an order for a virtuoso pianist. They think they even have muscle memory solved."

His delight in the horrors they were capable of still disturbed her. How could he talk about modifying people's brains like it was an art form or something? “That's a little bit fucked up."

He looked hurt. “Is it such a crime to love one's job? I suppose it would be if one's

job was crime, but in our current locale, what I do is not. Therefore, I see nothing wrong in taking pride in my work, especially given the excellent results I achieve." He gestured at her.

“I think reviews are mixed on your latest work." She crossed her arms over her breasts, then thought better of it as her nipples lit up with pleasure at the touch.

The tiger was unconcerned. “You can't please everyone." He removed a couple items from paper bag: a stack of clothes and a fur brush. “It's time to get you ready. This won't take long." He picked up the brush and walked over to her.

Melissa sighed. It wasn't time to start resisting, yet. Not while she was in the facility. She submitted to the brushing, which was arguably the nicest thing he had done for her so far.

He worked through all of her fur from the head down, smoothing her out and fluffing her up. Notably, he avoided her crotch, leaving the fur there damp and matted.

It was hard not to start purring, actually. She still had the warm afterglow from her masturbation session, and brushing always felt good to her. It was so tempting to sink into the tiger's touch. They didn't even have to implant that desire; she'd always liked it. She forced a frown onto her face and stayed still as he worked.

When he finished he pointed toward the pile of clothes. “Please dress yourself. I know it may feel odd at this point, but it's been requested."

Melissa rolled her eyes and picked up the clothes. It was about what she had expected. The panties were barely there, a tiny scrap of cloth attached to a couple of strings. The skirt would scarcely have reached her upper thighs even before she was given a larger ass. The top was a simple tank that wouldn't completely cover her breasts, let alone her midriff. The skirt and top were tight and clingy, in a shade of purple that perfectly matched her new stripes. She wasn't at all surprised that there was no bra. “What, don't know how to measure a proper bra size?"

The tiger laughed. “Oh, I know quite well. Your new sizes were reported to your owner, so that he can assemble a wardrobe for you if he desires. Would you like to know what they are?"

She shuddered. There was no way knowing that would make her feel better. “No, I'm good." She picked up the panties. “Should I wash myself off first?"

“No, don't bother."

Again, about what she expected. Obviously it was supposed to embarrass her in front of her new owner, but she found she didn't really care what he thought of her. It was his fault she was in such a state anyway. “You guys aren't very creative on thinking of ways to mess with me."

The tiger smiled widely, like he knew something she didn't. “You think? Tell me that after your delivery."

Ok, that was a little more effective at getting to her. “Asshole." She pulled on the panties, groaning as the string in back hid between her plump cheeks. She had hated that style of underwear even before she had more ass for them to disappear into. The little bit of cloth at the front clung to her damp lips. In all, it didn't make for much comfort.

Next was the skirt. As predicted, it didn't even cover the entire curve of her ass in back, but at least made an effort up front. It lacked a tail hole near the waistband, so she was forced to keep her tail down to avoid lifting it like a slut. She pulled the tank top on and it did little more than cling to her boobs, leaving her stomach visible. Her permanently erect nipples were visible through the tight fabric, along with the rings they held. It felt strange to be wearing clothes again, but it gave her a little more confidence.

The doctor looked at her appraisingly. “Very nice. You really need a belly button piercing, though. I should have been better on the upsell there."

She scoffed. “At least that wouldn't have felt like I was being stabbed."

The tiger winced. “I do regret that. If it could have been done differently, I would have. I hope the pleasant sensations you'll get from those areas in the years to come help to offset the unpleasantness."

Melissa wasn't looking forward to years of increased sensitivity, but if all went well she'd at least be dealing with it on her own terms. “As a constant reminder of my time with you? I think not."

Her captor looked even more hurt. “Have you not enjoyed our discussions as much as I have? Your words pierce me to the core."

He was twisted if he really expected her to respond favorably to that. “Sorry, I'll try to settle in to Stockholm Syndrome faster next time."

He brightened. “Please do. It would be a great help. Now we have just a couple more matters to handle, and you'll be ready for delivery."

“Really? What more can you do?" Whatever it was, she probably wouldn't like it.

The tiger reached into his pocket and a moment later a loud click sounded from the heavy metal collar around her neck. It separated at the back, and she caught it as it slipped off and fell forward. The doctor took it from her. “Thank you."

Melissa rubbed at her neck. It had been a while since it was uncovered, and it felt a little strange to have nothing there. She eyed the door for a moment. The shocking device was in the collar. Maybe...

The tiger reached into the bag and produced another collar, also metal, but much smaller and more decorative. It looked to be platinum, and had a blue jewel embedded in the front that matched the deepest blue of her stripes. If it was a real sapphire, it was worth thousands of dollars. He saw Melissa looking at the door and shook his head. “Locked, of course. Nice thought though. Glad you haven't given in yet. I personally can't wait to see how your owner handles you. I'm not certain he knows what he's

gotten himself into."

She frowned. “I'll be sure to let you know when I take him out. Can I have your phone number? A forwarding address?"

The tiger laughed. “Alas no. It's in my best interest to be difficult to locate. Please hold still for a moment." He latched the new collar around her neck with another click.

It was surprisingly heavy for its size, but much more comfortable and stylish. It was almost something she'd consider wearing voluntarily, though she'd prefer one that didn't lock on.

Melissa sighed. All this theater was probably intended to get her in a certain state of mind, but really it just wore on her. She wanted to get on with it and meet her owner, so she could start plotting how to kill him. “Are we finished here?"

“Just about. I have one more accessory for you. It's quite interesting." He reached into the paper bag and pulled out a small dildo with a metal hoop coming off the end, like a perverted keychain. It was only about four inches long, and not very thick, but it would certainly be enough to pleasure her quite effectively after her enhancements.

She raised an eyebrow. “You better not tell me that's an earring."

He laughed as he pulled two more items from the bag: A thin metal rod with a short crossbar on one end and a small padlock. “No, that would be quite unfashionable, wouldn't it? It is related to piercings, though. Would you mind lifting your skirt for me?"

She didn't like what the padlock implied at all. “Not gonna happen."

The doctor sighed heavily. “Really, Miss Stevens, you're going to start on that now of all times?"

Having something stimulating her would slow her down if she tried to run. She knew it would probably happen anyway, but the little bit of defiance made her feel better. “I don't need that right now, but thanks for offering."

He shook his head and pulled a small remote from his pocket. “Your stylish new collar has all the same features as the old one. I'll be getting you ready even if I have to do it with you curled up on the ground."

Melissa shivered. She'd been hoping the new collar was purely decorative, but should have known better. “God dammit. Fine." She lifted up the front of her skirt. “Why even have me get dressed first?"

The tiger knelt in front of her and pulled her panties down to her knees. “Just the order they happened to be in in the bag. Also, having you slightly hobbled by your underwear makes me feel safer here. I'm not interested in taking a knee to the chin." He gently pressed the small dildo to her lower lips, sliding it easily in to her depths, leaving the metal hoop on the end exposed.

The dildo had little ridges, and she could very clearly feel each one slide against her inner walls. She bit her lip to suppress a moan. She would not react for him. “Why so

small? Get me used to my owner's size?"

He laughed. “Just to tease, I believe. I didn't ask, though. Could be." He slid the metal rod through her first three labia rings, pulling her lips together, then the ring on the end of dildo, and then the last three. The padlock went through a hole at the bottom of the rod and clicked shut, locking the dildo in place inside her while still showing off all her piercings. Her panties were quickly replaced, and the tiger stood up. “There, how's that?"

Melissa took a single step and nearly stumbled. The movement made the dildo shift slightly inside her and caress her sensitive flesh. She very nearly broke her vow not to react. “I've had better."

Her bravado couldn't hide her reaction to the step, and it was clear she would be affected by the device. The tiger nodded. “Of course. Well, that should slow you down a little. I recommended something to help control you, and this is what he came up with. I was rather impressed, even though it does cut off access somewhat."

That was actually perfectly fine with Melissa. One fewer way for her owner to mess with her. She wouldn't appreciate having that thing stuck inside her, though. Time would tell if that was a good tradeoff or not. “Ok, I'll grant the creativity, but it's still messed up."

“By some standards, perhaps." He produced a leash from the bag. If you promise to behave, I'll put this on and we'll go for a walk. If you try to be naughty, I'll have to make things more unpleasant for you. I can't have you reflecting poorly on us until you've been officially handed over."

Melissa decided she'd done enough cooperating for one day. It might affect her chances of accomplishing something later, but she needed to show she wouldn't keep rolling over for them. “No promises."

The tiger appeared disappointed. “I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. Well, it's been nice conversing with you. I hope we get another chance in the future."

“So do I. After I escape, well, there'll come a day when you'll be gone." The threat made her feel better, but the tiger reacted with a gleeful smirk. What the hell was wrong with him?

There were a few items left in the bag he brought, and Melissa was not happy to see what they were. First was a gag, in the unpleasant shape of a canine penis. She instantly regretting choosing now to make her stand.

Her captor held the remote in one hand and the gag in the other. The unspoken threat was clear, and Melissa feared the shock collar more than she disliked cooperating. She doubted that the tiger would believe she had changed her mind, either.

The dildo on the gag was longer than the one in her pussy, and she was briefly amazed that she had no trouble taking it in her mouth as it was strapped onto her face, even though it came quite close to touching the back of her throat. Since when was she able to deep throat? She now had to struggle not to drool around the gag, constantly swallowing and idly playing with it with her tongue.

The tiger was gentle but firm as he muzzled the cat, making sure the gag was snug and secure. Then he returned to the bag and retrieved a trio of cuffs. Two were attached to each other by a short cable, and the third connected to those by a cable about a foot long.

Melissa groaned around the gag, but didn't resist as she was cuffed. Her arms were pulled behind her and secured, then the final cuff was tightened to her tail, pulling it up behind her. Her skirt lifted with her tail, exposing her bare rump. The embarrassment of the position started to get to her, and she felt the heat of a blush start to build, along with the accompanying jolt of arousal.

Finally, the leather leash was clipped to her collar, and the tiger pulled her toward the door. With the first full step she knew she was in trouble. The dildo in her pussy shifted side to side as she walked, ridges rubbing against her slick walls. She moaned into the gag, stumbling forward as the leash was yanked, trying to keep up with the tiger while avoiding being driven to orgasm.

Taking short steps eased the motion of the toy, but made it harder to avoid the pulling on her leash. She could feel the wetness dripping from her teased slit, each step forward drawing a muffled mew and a wave of heat.

She lost track of what was happening around her, unable to focus on anything but the toy twisting inside her, the gag she found herself sucking and licking whenever her attention wandered, her sensitive feet on the soft carpet sending shivers of pleasure up her legs and weakening her knees, and her stiff nipples poking through the stretchy top. She reached a strange, detached state of near climax, feeling like she was floating through the halls, body soaked with endorphins, mewling unconsciously. It was incredibly effective at subduing her, leaving her loopy and distracted as they arrived in the lobby.

Melissa barely noticed that they had stopped. She swayed on her feet, rubbing her thighs together as she stared at the wall.

“Wow. Did you drug her?" The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. A distant part of her mind started sending up signal flares, saying it was time to leave the fun floaty place because there were important things to pay attention to.

The tiger laughed. “Nope. We just went for a walk. Your method of hobbling is quite effective. I hope you don't mind if we offer it to future customers."

The owner of the other voice scoffed. “Not at all. It would please me greatly to know others are getting the benefit of my idea."

Melissa slowly got her focus back. Standing still let the pleasurable fog fade away until she was mostly clearheaded. She soon noticed a familiar fox reclining on a couch, having his bare footpaws massaged by a familiar curvaceous skunkette. Suddenly her

mind snapped into clarity. She needed to be on her game from the beginning with this guy.

The fox stood up as he realized she'd seen him, idly brushing the skunkette away and walking toward the bound cat. He was only slightly taller than her, putting him at five foot six at best. His clothes were rich-guy casual, button-up shirt and khakis. “Ah, now there's the fire I was so entranced by." He looked toward the tiger. “Remove the gag, please"

The tiger held up a finger in the classic 'one moment' pose. “I should warn you that she wasn't being completely cooperative. That's why she's been secured. I'll gladly set her free, as long as you understand that she's your responsibility from this point on."

The fox gestured impatiently. “Yes, of course. I've heard quite enough disclaimers about her by now. You'd think I was buying a rabid feral wolverine and not a blunt- clawed sex slave."

Melissa would have grinned if the gag let her. So they still thought she was dangerous. At least her owner seemed to be underestimating her.

Her captor raised his hands in a conciliatory expression. “As you insist. The customer is always right." He removed the gag from Melissa's mouth, and she embarrassed herself by following it with her tongue. It was only then she realized she'd been tonguing it the entire time it was in.

She forced the embarrassment down, despite the pleasurable heat it kindled in her nethers. Instead she turned to the fox and gave him a smile that very clearly showed her sharp fangs.

The fox chuckled. “Yes, yes. You're very fierce. I'm going to have such fun playing with you."

The tiger shook his head, laughing softly at some personal joke. “Cuffs off too?"

“Yes please. Might I keep those? They look quite useful." Her owner looked her over, clearly pleased with her appearance. He traced a brightly colored stripe on Melissa's bare midriff and she pulled at her cuffs trying to get at him. He didn't back off, just smiled at her.

The tiger raised an eyebrow. “I'll just keep a hand on the shock remote. You go ahead and examine your new toy. You are welcome to the cuffs. We'll simply add them to your final bill."

Melissa rubbed her wrists as they were freed, staring down the fox as he looked her up and down. A growl built in her throat, spilling over into a hiss when he reached up and thumbed one of her ringed nipples through the thin top.

He smiled wider. “Excellent. And no trying to swipe at me? I'm almost disappointed." A flip of her skirt and he was rubbing her damp slit under her panties.

Melissa gasped sharply and stared with even more hatred as he lifted the damp

fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.

“Wonderful, just as I ordered. There's a taste a man could get addicted to." He squinted at her for a moment. “You're fairly quiet. I've seen your conversion video. I know you've got a mouth. Nothing to say to your new owner?"

She resolved right then not to say a single word to him. If he bought her for her stubborn personality, she'd show him just how stubborn she could be. Gestures weren't off limits though, and it certainly felt good to give him the finger.

He cocked his head. “Is that an invitation? Either way, I see I'll be getting the silent treatment. We'll see how long that lasts. No matter, I have plenty to talk about." The fox cupped one of her large breasts. “I could mention how much I enjoyed watching these grow on your flat chest. Perfect symbols of what you are now." He reached under her skirt again and pressed on the metal rod that held the dildo inside her, making it shift and pleasure her briefly. “I could discuss how I love knowing you have a toy locked inside you, keeping you wet and ready for my cock, which will go in you whenever I decide it."

Only the knowledge that the tiger was waiting with the shock remote kept her from spitting in his face. Instead, she only flattened her ears and showed her teeth again. Let him be cocky; she'd show him the score sooner or later. Having him pressed against her almost made her sick, but she could deal with it. She found that thoughts of revenge were actually quite calming.

The tiger watched them with interest, stepping forward after the fox's short speech to hand him the leash. “She's all yours now. I wish you the best of luck."

Her owner took the leash carefully, being careful not to touch the tiger, then looked at the leather lead with an insufferably pleased expression. “Excellent. I hope your wares live up to your reputation."

The doctor nodded. “I've had no complaints yet, and of course we can make any further modifications you may desire, for an additional charge."

The fox laughed at that. “As if you hadn't nickel and dimed me enough already." He turned back to Melissa. “I believe I'll give you your new rules before we head out. First, when you decide to start talking, you will address me as Master."

Melissa let loose a brief gasp of laughter. He was really going for the cliches.

Her owner's eyes darkened, but he let the insult pass. “You are allowed clothes for now. Keep them clean and you'll keep them."

That was clearly a rule set up for her to break. The panties were already soaked with her juices merely from the walk over. He had even chosen the mod that made her a leaky faucet. He apparently liked his games, and she would refuse to play as much as she could. The intent was probably to slowly take away her clothes as she committed various infractions. That was easy enough to subvert.

Melissa nodded and slid her hands under her skirt, hooking her thumbs under the

waistband of the panties and sliding them down to her feet. She stepped out of them and picked them up, hanging them from one finger and holding them out to the fox insouciantly, daring him to go back on what he'd just said.

The fox fumed, ears laid back and murder in his eyes. He couldn't yell at her since she'd perfectly obeyed the rule he just mentioned, but she'd done it in a way that completely subverted his intent.

The tiger stood behind the fox, visible to Melissa but not his customer. He was doing his best not to burst out laughing, one hand pressed firmly on his mouth, shaking his head in mirth.

Only then did Melissa feel the slightest bit of connection with her captor. He was a sick fuck, no doubt, but even a crazy person can share a joke, and they were both enjoying the fox's discomfort. The tiger had to hide his reaction, given that it was unwise to anger a customer, but Melissa was under no such restriction.

The fox looked like he wanted to slap her, his arms twitching with anger, but he held back. He snatched the panties from her hand and shoved them in his pocket. “I see you're going to be quite a handful. Perhaps I should have listened to some of the warnings I was given." He turned to shoot a glance at the tiger, who managed to compose himself just in time. Looking back at Melissa, he continued, “It's not too late to have you wiped, you know."

That made her get serious quick. Messing with her owner was fun, but she had to remember who actually had the power. She nodded.

The fox sighed. “I guess I should get you home then. You are at least housebroken, right?"

She rolled her eyes. Hopefully he wouldn't play games with that, but she still had no real idea of his tastes.

Her owner turned to the tiger once more. “We'll be taking our leave now. Thank you for your assistance."

The tiger bowed slightly. “My pleasure. And thank you for sharing your interesting ideas. The conversion video may become a staple of our service."

The fox nodded to the tiger, seeming to instantly dismiss him from his mind, then set off toward the door, pulling his new slave behind on the leash.

Melissa again had to step quickly to keep up, the toy in her sex picking up its distracting, arousing movement immediately. She gritted her teeth to block out the feeling, but could never be completely successful. She was just too sensitive.

They exited the building into a clear sunny day. From the outside, the building where she had spent the last who knows how long looked like an abandoned hotel, which was probably what it was. There was no indication that a slave trading ring was inside.

Melissa looked around, not recognizing anything about the area. The weather was warmer than it had been back in Iowa, and the few trees dotting the suburban area looked tropical. Other than that there was no clue about where they were. There were no other people around. In fact, the section of town looked deserted. Maybe it was one of the tropical countries that got particularly beat in the '16 crash.

A shiny black BMW 755hL waited at the curb, looking incongruous among the abandoned buildings. A sharply dressed horse stood at the rear door, holding it open for them. He either had impeccable timing or he'd been waiting in that position the entire time the fox had been inside.

Melissa stumbled after her owner as he strode quickly toward the car, stopping several feet away. The fox waved the equine off, gesturing more strongly when the horse hesitated. After a moment, the driver shrugged and silently took the driver's seat. The fox finished the walk and slid into the spacious back seat. Melissa followed after him, the short skirt not protecting her bottom from the cool leather. She felt a momentary glint of satisfaction that she'd probably be ruining the expensive material with her dampness. She closed the door after them.

The fox stretched out as much as he could. The back seat had a fair amount of room, but not enough for him to fully extend his legs. "Ugh, my Maybach is much better than this. The things I have to put up with in this godforsaken country."

Melissa thought it was a pretty nice car, even if the seat was going to smell like raspberries and cream for a while. She sat back on the richly padded seat, enjoying being comfortable for the first time since the waiting room chair. A cool breeze coming from within the seat gently ruffled her fur. She could get used to that. She had a few seconds to relax as the car pulled away from the curb with a nearly silent whoosh.

The break was short-lived. Her owner looked across at her and grinned. “Well, I know ways to make our drive more enjoyable. How would you like to have your first task as my new pet?"

She shivered. This moment had to come eventually, but she still dreaded it. Even the unwanted attention she had gotten from the skunk was endurable; that had been more like a malfunctioning machine going after her. This was someone setting out to degrade her, to use her for his pleasure. She squinted at him, waiting for the instructions.

He unbuttoned his pants, then slowly lowered the zipper, like he thought he was flirting or something. His cock flopped out, stiffening in the cool air of the car. “I think you know what to do."

For a moment, a string of potential insults rolled through her head, all enough to make her happy even if she wouldn't be sharing them with her owner. Then she got a clear look at his equipment, and felt something shift in her mind.

He wasn't that impressively sized. Average at best, really, and slowly hardening. On top of that, she had never really thought penises looked good in general. It was just something you dealt with in order to have some fun.

Now, though, she was transfixed. The pointed, red fox cock looked delicious somehow. Her mouth watered. She couldn't shake the fantasy of feeling it plugging her mouth, the musky taste she loved— loved? Since when? —and the satisfaction of making it cum.

She was stretched across the back seat before she realized what she was doing, face inches from her owner's crotch. The male scent was intoxicating, and she inhaled deeply, immersing herself in his musky smell. She'd never felt such a draw to anything before. The fox was chuckling above her, but she barely heard him. That just wasn't important compared to worshipping his cock.

Her sniffing drew her closer, until her mouth touched his pointed tip, and then she could taste him and nothing else mattered. The moment she got a hint of that flavor she locked her mouth over the end of his cock and sucked, trying to get more of that amazing taste.

He stiffened rapidly in her mouth, and she mewled in pleasure, her own heat rising as she serviced her owner. She licked the sides of his cock like a popsicle, trying to find the places she hadn't tasted yet, covering his entire rock-hard length with her saliva.

She soon ran out of parts that didn't taste like her own saliva, and took him fully in her mouth again, knowing the only way to taste more of his essence was to get it straight from the source. She immediately grabbed his ass and pulled herself forward, burying her nose in his crotch fur, murring around his cock as she licked and suckled at him. Her large breasts squished against his thighs, pierced nipples burning with delight. She felt his tip lodge against the back of her throat, and vaguely knew that it should have caused her some discomfort but she just moaned more, knowing the vibrations would help her achieve her goal.

The fox leaked pre onto the back of her tongue, which only inflamed her more. Her own internal fire burned as much as the one she was building in her owner, and had her hands been free she would have been pawing feverishly at her crotch. Instead, she just felt herself squeeze down on the toy locked within her, for the first time glad of its presence. She just wished it could move like a real male or grow and stretch her tight. Her tail lashed across her back in time with the bobbing of her head.

She knew what it would take to get more of his male flavor and worked hard to get it. His hands rested on her head but they were unnecessary. She took his entire length on her own, breathing carefully through her nose and enjoying his scent as she buried her muzzle in his crotch fur.

His hips bucked spastically, his cock throbbing against her tongue. She wrapped it around his length, using the slightly raspy surface to full advantage, occasionally backing off to lick at the slit on the end as it leaked pre. It was like sweet nectar to her, and she licked it up eagerly, knowing it was just a prelude to what she was actually after.

Melissa massaged her Master's rear, mewing softly, pressing her breasts into his thigh. She could tell he was getting close, and strangely, she was as well. Just

knowing she was about to get her prize was almost enough to set her off, and she almost screamed with joy when she felt him start to twitch.

The fevered feline locked her lips around his tip and gripped the rest of his length with her hand, locking her fingers behind his swelling knot. This was it. She would get what she wanted.

The warm cock stiffened suddenly, and the fox thrust his hips against her face, trying to bury himself deeper in her mouth. The first shot of cum nearly made her orgasm the second it touched her tongue, an explosion of pleasure rolling across her body as the taste filled her mouth. She rolled his seed around on her tongue, savoring the way it made her feel, then, as it was joined by several more thick shots, she swallowed it all down, at last reaching her own orgasm as she filled her stomach with her Master's cum.

Her hips shook, pussy milking the dildo in her for all it was worth, but denied its own load of cum that it desperately needed. Her juices poured from her piercing-linked lips, soaking the seat below her along with her skirt. She moaned deeply, keeping her mouth down around her Master's knot, making sure she sucked out every last bit of delicious cum. Every splash across her tongue sent a shiver down her body, her bare footpaws tapping against the door.

When he finally stopped shooting, she almost whined. Her body still shivered with aftershocks from her climax, a feeling of satisfied warmth seeming to radiate from her stomach. She pulled off him, watching his cock slowly wilt, still slippery with her saliva. It looked almost pathetic like that.

She came back to herself. Melissa threw herself backward, sitting back against the car door, pulling her knees in close to her chest, away from the fox who was responsible for her mind being twisted. She hadn't even been in control of herself. The moment she saw his penis, she had to have it in her mouth. And worst of all, she had enjoyed it. The intermittent twitching of her pussy on the dildo was evidence enough of that, along with the small puddle on the seat where she had dripped. His taste lingered in her mouth, and she found it still tasted good, even after she had broken the spell.

Not just good, delicious. If it was a proper food, she'd be cooking it every meal. If it were fattening, she'd be buying some larger clothes in advance, because it was that good. How had they done that? She had never enjoyed the taste of cum the times she'd tried it before, finding it far too salty for her preference. Now, though it was like ambrosia. Was it all mental? Had they changed her taste buds? She whimpered, and stared questioningly at the fox as he put away his cock. Oh gods, she realized, she'd been mentally calling him Master as she went down on him. That realization, more than the knowledge of what was filling her stomach, made her want to throw up.

The fox laughed at the terrified feline. “I see you're starting to learn the score now. You should be grateful! Many masters won't let their slaves climax at all. I could have done that to you, you know. Take away your ability to feel pleasure, but still make you react lustfully. Remember that when you think about disobeying. I can always have you changed more."

Melissa shivered and nodded. She was disgusted by her actions, but it had been part of some script they left in her brain, not her own desires. She tried to concentrate on that, to keep herself sane. Soon enough she would get out of this nightmare, hopefully with this bastard's corpse behind her.

Her new owner continued. “Me, though. I love seeing a lady enjoying herself. That look they get when they're right about to cum, that cute shivering..." He dipped a finger in the puddle of her juices, and brought it to his mouth, lewdly licking it clean. “And that taste. Delightful. You're going to have a wonderful time with me, whether you want to or not."

He paused a moment, staring at her. “Oh dear, it looks like you got your skirt all wet. You know the rules. Let me have it."

She groaned. Not that shit again. The worst part of the request was that she didn't want to get even a little bit closer to him to fulfill it. The large car was working to her advantage, giving her a foot or two of buffer, but she would prefer more.

She couldn't muster the nonchalance she had shown when removing the panties, which meant he'd already won a minor victory over her. Still, she had to show as much strength as she could, both to keep him off balance and reassure herself.

The skirt simply slid off, and she stayed as much against the door as she could as she pulled it down her legs. The front of it was soaked where her orgasm had flooded it, and she handed it gingerly to the fox.

He took it with a smile, pausing to sniff at the wet spot on the front before folding it and putting it on his lap. “Good girl. Give me your foot."

Melissa gripped her knees tighter. She really didn't want to let him touch her, but there were potentially dire consequences for defying him.

Her hesitation was long enough to anger him. The fox growled and held out his hand. “Now, girl!"

She whimpered and slowly extended her right leg, trying to keep the other folded in front of her.

The fox gripped her paw and rested it on his lap. “Much better. Time for another lesson. I can do whatever I want to you whenever I want. Sometimes that will be unpleasant, but it doesn't have to be." He slowly drew the pad of his finger across her footpaw.

With her enhanced sensitivity, she could feel every ridge of his fingertip, and it was strange. There was far more texture than she would expect, like an array of scars across the finger. She had only a moment to make that observation before the pleasure struck. She could mostly ignore the blunt feeling of the floor as she walked, but the careful, light touch of a finger set her nerves alight in a way she couldn't block out.

Shocks of pleasure ran up her leg, making her muscles twitch from her calves up to her still-dripping slit, triggering a brief squeeze on her locked-in toy. Her heat started to

build again, and she couldn't help but whine. She hated how responsive her body was now. Even if she despised the fox, his touch was helplessly arousing.

He noticed her twitching and smiled, bringing her paw to his mouth and gently blowing across the bottom. “Why the complaints? Don't you like this?"

On the most base level, she did. Her body cried out for more, not caring who was delivering the feelings. Even as her abdominal muscles twitched and her toes curled, she shook her head no. No matter what it looked like, it was wrong, and she wouldn't enjoy it.

The fox frowned. “Oh really? It's no good when I do this?" He drew a claw in a tightening spiral shape on her paw pad, the ticklish feeling combining with the pleasure to wear down her defenses.

Her leg stretched out involuntarily, pressing against him. She shook her head again, as much to convince herself as to object to her owner. At least her mind wasn't affected this time, though she was honestly starting to wonder if that was a blessing or a curse. Her hips wiggled on the soft leather of the seat as her back slid down the door.

Her owner continued his teasing, starting to gently massage her footpaw, pressing into her soft, sensitive pads with strong thumbs. She had a moment of deja vu, but couldn't think of why, and a second later the intense pleasure from the massage drowned out those thoughts. She moaned, and hated herself for it, but the feelings were too strong. He was good at foot massages, and though she tried to tell herself the reason she wasn't yanking her leg back was fear of repercussions, she wasn't sure that was true. Her mind wasn't completely taken over by strange urges, but it was plenty clouded by pleasure, and that was almost as insidious.

An intense heat burned in her nipples and crotch, and her hands started to wander, one to her breasts to play with a pointy pierced nipple and one to stroke the soaking wet lips of her sex, or as much as she could reach behind the piercings and chastity toy. A louder moan escaped her, catching the fox's attention.

He stopped his massage and Melissa whined before she could cut it off. Reaching across the seat, he grabbed her hand and stopped the stroking of her crotch. “None of that now. I want you focused on me."

Melissa moaned and crossed her arms over her breasts, hoping the slight tug she could manage from the stretchy top on her nipples would be allowed. She almost didn't realize how quickly she had obeyed the order. Worry about that later, her footpaws demanded more attention.

The fox stroked through the fur on her shin for a moment before continuing, a little extra tease to punish her for trying to get ahead of him. Then he was back to work, massaging her paw with expert skill, working and rubbing those intensely responsive spots down between her toes.

With a lusty, relaxed sigh she sank down further, stretching out her other leg into the fox's lap, exposing her pussy, which was dripping her nectar at a steady rate onto the

seat. Her owner found another of her sensitive spots and she started to purr, multicolored claws extending as she stretched and mewed.

He chuckled. “Ah, there's your weak spot. I knew I could find it." He focused there, rubbing the sensitive skin around her claws and between her toes, dragging his claws along there, watching as she started to writhe and moan with greater intensity. He matched the motions on both feet, quickly reducing her to a mewling puddle.

Melissa tried to stop reacting, but her body moved on its own, squirming around to rub the dildo against her inner walls and make it tug on her rings. Her hips bucked against air, the ache in her loins unsatisfied by the small dildo in her pussy. Even her rear was starting to feel needy, and she didn't want to think about what she'd be doing if she were permitted to use her hands. The fox's claws on her sensitive paws were almost as good as fingers on her clit, and even without extra stimulation she was getting close to climax.

Then he stopped.

Her eyes locked on to the fox, pleading with him to continue. Her breaths came heavy and fast, and arousal had worn down her defenses. All she could think about was finishing the job. She was left right on the edge, slowly cooling off as she squirmed and whimpered.

He pressed a finger against the bottom of her paw and simply held it there. “So I'm guessing you want more?"

Melissa nodded assent, too lost in arousal to try to lie.

The fox held his finger in place, just letting her know he could continue if he wanted to. “Beg for it."

Her mouth was open, ready to say the words before she caught herself. She had just enough awareness to remember her personal vow. No talking. She shook her head.

He tickled her pads, sending another jolt through her erogenous zones to keep her worked up. “No? You don't want to cum? You're happy like this?"

Melissa groaned. She did want it, more than she would have believed, and she desperately wanted to call out for more and do what he asked. She wanted to explain how needy she was, how he couldn't understand what had been done to her, how it almost pained her to be left on the edge.

But she didn't. If the conditioning had been a little bit stronger, of if he'd been touching a place a little more sensitive than her feet, she might have, but she stayed strong. She didn't beg when he tickled her mercilessly. She didn't beg when he started to lick at her toes, making her as wet in her sex as she was on her feet. All she did was whimper, moan, and squirm as she endured the teasing, unwilling to give the fox the satisfaction of hearing her beg.

He showed remarkable patience and control, keeping her on the edge for over half

an hour as the luxury car wound its way through streets Melissa couldn't devote any attention to monitoring. She was returned to that detached, floaty place she had reached on the walk to the lobby. As much as she grew desperate for penetration or that little bit more stimulation, she didn't say anything.

Melissa didn't know how long the car had been stopped before she came back to herself. She was breathing heavily, fur standing on end, every part of her sensitized. The fox had stopped playing with her feet, though, so she was able to muster some concentration. She sat in a warm, damp puddle, the fur on her bottom soaked with her raspberry-scented fluids, the fox grinning at her in twisted amusement. She narrowed her eyes at him and pulled her legs back toward her, wiping her paws off on the soft carpeting and barely avoiding losing herself to that sensation.

He stretched and looked out the window. “The next leg of our trip is ready. Clean up your mess and we'll continue." He waved a hand to where she had dampened the seat.

She shook her head. No way would she be doing that. Even if she had done it herself, it wasn't something she enjoyed.

Her owner growled again, clearly upset by her repeated objections. “I am getting very close to taking you back to be made more obedient. We haven't traveled that far. What will it be?"

Melissa whimpered, then turned and kneeled on the floor of the car, positioning her head over the puddle she had left. It was impressive what she'd managed to produce, and definitely explained why she was starting to feel thirsty. She'd almost think it was actually the result of her wetting herself if not for the raspberry scent. She remembered how she had tasted when the tiger had given her a sample, and wasn't entirely a fan. Whatever, it needed to be done.

At the first lick she knew they had done something else to her. Just as she had been captivated by the fox's flavor, her own was almost as enticing. Her juices no longer tasted of ordinary female with a hint of raspberry, it was more like rich, decadent raspberry-based cake. She paused only a moment to gasp, then buried her face in the puddle, messily lapping up her juices and swallowing them down eagerly, dampening the fur on her face with her own essence.

Her arousal that had cooled slightly picked right up again, and she was soon moaning in between slurps, licking the leather seat clean, dragging her tongue down the seams to get as much as she could. She shifted to rub her nipples against the edge of the seat, sparking more shivers of pleasure that ran across her. She was so close, just a little more would put her over the edge, but she was running out of juices to lick up. The seat just tasted like clean leather.

She lowered a hand to her crotch and just pressed it there, and the tiny shift of the toy inside her was enough to set her off, releasing the pressure that had been building from the teasing of her footpaws. Another gush of her nectar flowed into her cupped hand, which she immediately brought to her mouth to lick up. Even as her hips shook and she rubbed her large breasts against the seat, she licked her cum-soaked hand

clean.

Melissa froze. It had happened again. Would she be helplessly climaxing any time she got a taste of someone's sexual fluids? There were worse fates, but it shamed her, making her feel like a slut. She shivered and looked to the fox.

He showed a sharp-toothed grin and reached over to pat her head. “Good job, girl. See how nice you feel when you listen to me? You even got a release after being denied by your stubbornness. Now, you seem to have just made another mess by cleaning up that one, but I think I can let it pass for the sake of leaving on time."

Melissa looked down at the floor and found she had indeed dripped a little more onto the floor of the car. Now that she knew how she tasted, it was hard to resist the urge to get down and lick the carpeting clean. That was going to be a problem. She'd be constantly fighting the temptation to sample herself, especially since she was perpetually damp.

The car door opened, showing the horse driver again standing at attention. The fox waved waved him off again and urged Melissa out. She weakly climbed out and stood. Two intense climaxes in an hour took their toll on her, leaving her knees weak. They were parked at an airfield, almost certainly a private one given the lack of people around. Melissa blushed slightly from the embarrassment of standing outside bottomless, but she was worn out on arousal for the moment, so all her body could muster was a warm tingle.

The fox followed her out. Parked near the car was a small private jet with stairs extended down to the tarmac. The black asphalt almost burned her feet from being under the hot sun, but the fox was bare pawed as well and didn't show any discomfort.

Melissa ran over to the steps to get off the tarmac, leash still trailing behind her, but they were not much cooler on her paws.

Her owner laughed at her. “It looks like I'll have to keep a tighter grip on my pet's leash. At least you didn't try to actually run away."

She covered herself with her hands, the embarrassment starting to get to her slightly. Why hadn't she run? Because she knew the remote would stop her? Because she didn't know where to go? Either would be a good reason, but really it hadn't even occurred to her. The realization was disturbing. She'd let her vigilance slip, and that couldn't happen. An opportunity could come at any moment.

The fox casually made his way to the plane and gestured for her to enter ahead of him. The inside of the plane was remarkably luxurious. Melissa was impressed. Her flying experience was limited to a few trips in coach class. The small plane was spacious by those standards, though still slightly cramped by the limits imposed by the small frame. The space inside looked more like a living room than the interior of a plane, with rich, comfortable-looking leather chairs facing front and back. There was even a cherry wood table between two of them, extending from the curved wall. The floor was plushly carpeted, which was a relief for her feet. She had to resist the urge to just stand and curl her toes into it for a while, because she knew what it did to her.

Melissa walked over to one of the plush chairs, only to have the fox catch her leash and pull her away. She turned and glared at him.

He waggled his finger. “Ah-ah, pets aren't allowed on the furniture. If you wish to sit, you can use the floor." He sat down in the chair she had targeted, stretching his legs out, still holding the leash.

She was forced to walk over next to him and watch as he relaxed. This minor torment was weak, compared to what he had done to her already, but it still made her grumble. She sat down on the floor, folding her legs under her and leaning against the side of his chair.

The fox scratched her between the ears, and she resisted pulling away. It wasn't worth fighting that battle. A female wolf appeared from the back of the plane, barely giving Melissa a glance, surprising the cat with her presence. Where did he find people who were so accepting of him owning a slave? She would almost suspect more brainwashing, but the fox had seemed unaware of the possibilities of that when he was checking Melissa out.

The wolf was dressed in a mockery of a standard stewardess outfit. A tiny skirt exposed the bottom of her bare rear, and her top only came to just under her breasts. It was becoming clear what the fox's preferred style was. She stood in front of the fox and gave a short bow. “We are clear to depart, and flight time should be approximately an hour. Would you like your lunch now?"

He nodded. “Yes, please, Stacey."

The scantily-clad wolf smiled and gestured toward Melissa. “And something for the pet?"

The fox looked down at her. “Yes, she's had a busy morning. Some food and plenty of water for her."

Stacey nodded. “Certainly. I'll have that ready as soon as we're in the air." She disappeared again, leaving Melissa more confused. Did the wolf really not care that she had been enslaved?

The fox patted her on the head. “Hop up on the chair for takeoff, then you need to get back on the floor."

As much as she wanted to disobey him on principle, it really would be best to be strapped in. She moved to the seat next to her owner, then stopped as he held up a finger.

“One moment. I actually care about these seats. Stacey, a towel please," he called. Her voice came in return. “Hot or dry?"

“Dry."

The plane started to taxi as the wolf came back with a folded towel, which she placed over the leather seat at the fox's direction. She then departed again. No doubt

her assigned position was back there.

Melissa sat on the towel and buckled in. She always liked the takeoff part of flying, and was determined to enjoy at least some of this. She had a decent view out the window as the runway dropped away, eventually showing a smallish city on the coast. There was a white sandy beach that they turned toward, continuing out over the ocean. There were no landmarks she recognized, so she still had no idea where she had been.

The fox snapped his fingers at her. “We don't have a 'fasten seatbelt' sign here, so I get to decide when to move. Off the chair, girl."

She huffed and unbuckled her belt, then took her previous place beside his chair. It would be nice if lunch showed up soon. She could use some water at least.

The wolf appeared not much later, carrying a tray of food. She placed an enticing looking salad and a lean steak in front of the fox, along with a set of silverware. For Melissa, she delivered two stainless steel bowls, one full of cool water and the other with dry pellets of food. She placed them on the floor in front of the feline, then gave her a pat on the head and walked off.

Oh no way. Food bowls? Like a feral? She sat back and growled, crossing her arms on her chest.

The fox paused with a bit of steak on his fork. “Not hungry, pet? Eat or not, as you please, but that's all you're getting. I would recommend drinking some water at least."

It was demeaning, but she may not have a choice. Her stomach grumbled, and her mouth was dry as a desert rock. She needed to eat eventually, and it was likely her future meals would be the same as this one. Starving herself wouldn't help her future chances of escape.

She reached down to lift the water bowl and received another warning tug on the leash.

Her owner tsked her again. “No hands when eating, pet."

Melissa should have seen that coming, but it still angered her. She couldn't come up with a way to subvert the rule, so she simply obeyed, crouching on hands and knees to lap up the cool water. It was impressively refreshing, and she took a second to swirl a mouthful around to moisten her parched lips. She drank down half of it before stopping, expecting she would need to save some to wash down the dry food.

Bending down to eat cat chow was even more humiliating than the water, but she put her pride aside for a moment and licked up a few bites. To her surprise, it wasn't bad. The taste wasn't anywhere near as enjoyable as she now found sexual fluids to be, so she didn't suspect trickery. It was simply an average, if bland and unvaried meal. It would be rough subsisting on it if it was all she got, but it at least wouldn't be a struggle to keep it down.

The boring meal was made more annoying by the fact that she could smell the fox's steak. Her stomach growled for that, not bland kibble. Everything that happened on the

trip was probably engineered by the fox to remind her of her place, and the best she could do was not let it get to her. She continued to eat like an ordinary house pet, keeping her rear down to avoid looking too provocative.

He looked down at her after they had both finished eating. “How was your meal, pet?"

She smiled and licked her lips, knowing he probably expected her to complain.

The fox beamed. “Good to hear! Or, rather, good to see. I'll make sure there's plenty more for you in the future. Unless you prefer to take your meals from another source." He patted his crotch, though she already knew what he meant. Clearly he thought his innuendo was more subtle than it was.

Melissa rolled her eyes. The way they messed with her mind may have made her extremely fond of that taste, but she wouldn't go asking for more.

Her owner ignored the gesture and called out to the wolf again. “Stacey, can you entertain my new pet for a moment?"

Melissa looked at him questioningly. What was the point of that?

The wolf appeared a moment later. “Certainly!" She set a small leather case the size of a small notebook on the table in front of the fox, then took Melissa's leash from him. “Come on girl, I need to keep you busy for a little."

It couldn't be any worse than being around the fox. Maybe she would find out some useful information. She followed the wolf a few feet toward the back of the plane, where there was another set of seats.

Stacey sat down in one and patted her lap. “Hop on up, girl. I can't let you ruin a seat, but I don't mind getting damp." Apparently the fox had told her about some of Melissa's mods.

Melissa was again tempted to disobey. The wolf probably didn't have the ability to trigger her collar, but she was obviously trusted to a certain extent. It would be better to cooperate at first and try and learn what the other girl's position was. She cautiously sat on the wolf's lap, finding it more comfortable than she expected thanks to her plush bottom.

The wolf petted the feline's sides, idly tracing the multicolored tiger stripes. “This is a wonderfully cute fur pattern. How long will it last?"

Decision time. Should she allow herself to speak to the wolf, or apply the same silent treatment she was giving the fox? It might be worth it to talk to her, but not where the fox could hear. Save it for later. Melissa shrugged.

Stacey frowned. “Aww, no talking to me, either? I think we could be good friends."

It sounded sincere, but there was no way to be sure of her intentions. Melissa remained silent.

The wolf pouted. “Ok then, I think you'll come around. I wonder what your voice sounds like though. I bet Master would like to hear it. Let's try and do something for him."

Melissa didn't like the sound of that. She had no interest in doing anything to make the fox happy. Her eyes darted around, but of course there was nowhere for her to escape to on a plane.

Stacey giggled and hugged her tight, in what seemed like a comforting embrace until she began playing with Melissa's nipples, teasing the stiff nubs through her tight top, making the cat squeak in surprise. “See, you know how to make some fun noises.

Let's see what else you can do."

Melissa tried to wiggle out of the wolf's grip, but she was held tight, and soon the other female's hands were wandering, one remaining wrapped around her chest to restrain her and play with her breasts while the other rubbed her abdomen, slowly working its way lower. The cat whimpered. She'd had enough molestation for one day, and now she had to deal with more?

The wolf nibbled on her ear, drawing another mew of surprise from the feline. “Now I know that you're all locked up and off limits up front, but there are still ways to have fun." She dipped her hand lower, sliding her finger along the already moistening lips of Melissa's sex, flicking the rings as she went.

Melissa's body went stiff and she arched against the wolf behind her, moaning loudly. She hated how she couldn't control her reactions, but the anger didn't dull the pleasure.

Stacey whispered in her ear. “Good girl. He loves hearing those sounds. Keep it up." Her damp finger slid down between them, under Melissa's tail to rub against her tight pucker.

She whimpered as the area exploded in pleasure, more than she'd ever felt from back there. She tried to tense up and not allow the wolf access but again her body betrayed her, relaxing just as Stacey pressed in, allowing the finger access.

The wolf drove her lubed finger in deep, bending down to bite at Melissa's neck as she did. She held the feline tight, expressing her control as she pleasured her.

Melissa mewled loudly as her ass was fingered. She had never had any part of another real person back there— had she? She thought she almost remembered a time —and the feeling was near overwhelming. The finger felt larger in her than it really was, and the gentle slippery movements set her buttocks twitching.

Stacey murred into her ear. “Very good girl, moan nice and loud for me."

She tried to stifle herself. The thought of the fox listening in and getting pleasure from her moans was unbearable, but there was no way she could control her vocalizations. She came close to begging the wolf to stop, but held back. She could still resist breaking that vow to herself.

Stacey nuzzled her neck and pinched a nipple. “Wow, you're such a slut. Even I don't get off so easily from a finger in my ass. You must really want this."

Humiliation washed over Melissa. She was acting like a slut, but was powerless to stop it. She shook her head no.

The wolf petted her side. “No? You aren't a slut? Well, just ask me to stop and I will."

The feline whined low. She wouldn't break her silence, no matter what. Even though she was being brought to the point of desperation again, it would be more of a violation to break the promise to herself.

Stacey continued playing with her, pawing at her large breasts as she teased the feline's rear. Her lap grew damp with Melissa's juices, and her thighs got no protection from the short skirt, but she didn't seem to mind.

Melissa once again drew close to climax. Her body seemed to have a capacity for pleasure far beyond what she would have thought herself capable of. She was getting tired from it all, but not sore or overly sensitive. At least, not sensitive beyond where she already was. She was just about to cum from the wolf's anal attentions when the fox called out again.

“Ok, Stacey, bring her back."

Stacey gave her one final pinch on her nipples, then gently pushed the feline off her lap. Her finger sliding out of Melissa's ass made her squeak again, and she giggled and have the cat a pat on the butt. “Aww, so close to cumming. Maybe next time." She rubbed a finger from the hand that hadn't been in Melissa's rear along the cat's thighs, collecting some of the nectar that clung there, and licked it clean. “Wow, tastes like raspberry too. Can they do chocolate?"

Melissa huffed and glared at her. She had enough to deal with having the fox enjoy teasing her. She didn't need any extra attention. A few more mews escaped her as she was led back to the fox. The toy in her sex was really not doing her any favors, but it wasn't enough to put her over the edge.

The fox smiled widely at her. “Did you have a fun little diversion, pet? It would seem Stacey enjoyed playing with you." He looked to the wolf and handed her the small leather case. “Thank you Stacey. Perhaps I'll let you have some more time with her when we arrive. I believe we are about to land, though, so it will have to wait."

Stacey bowed slightly. “Correct. I look forward to having another chance with her. Especially since our little diversion has gotten me all worked up."

The fox laughed. “There are plenty of ways to take care of that. Come find me later tonight when your other duties are complete."

The wolf gave another small bow. “Yes, sir." With that, she walked off again. Melissa was still amazed at the wolf's behavior. It was almost as if she liked being a

slave. No doubt there were some people like that, but it was still shocking to run across one. And she was treated better than Melissa was. What was the point of that?

The fox tugged on her leash, indicating she should again take a seat on the chair with its protective towel.

She growled but obeyed, checking the window again for any sign of where they were landing. That information would be very useful when she escaped. As they approached, all she saw was another tropical area, this time with no large cities around. The runway they landed on was just large enough for the private jet to land, and was part of a complex of smaller buildings surrounded by a tree-lined wall. Beyond that, there was just jungle.

After they taxied to a hangar, the fox led her off the plane, the wolf trailing shortly behind them, wiping down her thighs and crotch with a towel. There was a vehicle waiting for them again, what looked to be a stretch Mercedes. The fox walked up to the large car and patted it. “Ah, how I missed you."

Stacey opened the car door for them and Melissa followed her owner in, taking the towel as the wolf handed it to her. She knew what it was for, and put it down on the seat before she stepped in. Now she understood the fox's complaints about the last car. This one had much more room in the back, along with a pair of televisions, a refrigerator, and nicer seats than Melissa had ever had in her apartment. Stacey gave the door a gentle push, and it swung closed and latched securely on its own.

She was sad that the drive was so short. The wolf took the wheel and headed down a short road to what could only be called a mansion. Two stories tall, with a victorian aesthetic that didn't really match the tropical surroundings. With such proximity to the runway, it must be all part of the same complex, owned by the fox. Damn, how rich was he?

They pulled to the front of the large house and Stacey opened the door for them. Melissa was again led on with the leash. The wolf returned to the driver's side of the car and drove it back toward the hangar.

The fox took her inside, and even the foyer was impressive. All the floors were carpeted, rather than the marble or hardwood that might be expected, but it was soft and cushioned on Melissa's sensitive paws, and she preferred it that way. In contrast to the exterior, the inside of the house was modernly furnished. There was a lot of brushed metal and glass in the furnishings, and the walls were covered with modern abstract paintings.

Melissa looked around and nodded. Not a bad place to spend a couple nights before moving on.

The fox tugged on her leash and led her to the stairs. “I'll give you a brief tour now, but then I have some work to do."

She followed him up the stairs, almost stumbling as the dildo rubbed her, and down a short hall. Behind the first door was a large bedroom that was sparsely decorated. A

king size bed was centered on one wall, with only a couple of torchiere lamps and a bedside table rounding out the furniture. There was, however, a pet bed in one corner. She hadn't seen any other sign of pets in the house yet, meaning she had a good idea who'd be sleeping in it. Wonderful.

Her owner gestured to include the entire room. “This is my bedroom. You'll be sleeping in here as well, most frequently in the smaller bed. If you're good, you can spend the night in the larger bed with me."

That wasn't quite the incentive he probably thought it was. Hopefully the house was kept warm and she wouldn't miss having blankets as she slept in the pet bed.

The fox led her through the bedroom to an attached bathroom, which was surprisingly also carpeted.

It was increasingly clear that the fox had a foot fetish, and probably enjoyed the soft flooring much like Melissa did, though obviously to a lesser degree. She hoped she never had to show any attention to his paws, since it definitely wasn't her thing, but the massage she had received in the car made her realize it would become a big interest of hers in the future.

He waved at the bathroom. “Here if you need it." He looked at his watch. “And that's all for now. Stay here, I have business to attend to. There's a fridge in the bedroom with water. Feel free to entertain yourself any way you like." And then he dropped the leash and left her.

Melissa watched him depart. Was he really leaving her alone? It almost had to be a test. Nobody would leave a new slave alone like that. She stood there for a few minutes, waiting for him to come back and check on her, but he didn't. She wanted to go exploring right away, but she did need to use the bathroom first.

It was a very strange experience. With the toy locked inside her, it was messier than she was used to and took a fair amount of cleanup when she was done. She hoped there was a bidet somewhere in the house to help her stay fresh.

While in the bathroom, she decided to do a quick check for anything that might be useful, starting by opening the cabinets under the sink. Alongside the expected spare toilet paper and washcloths was a box of medical needles. Not syringes, just the metal tips. What the hell? He didn't seem like a druggie, and the needles were from some medical supply company. This was definitely something to remember.

Melissa returned to the bedroom. There was probably not anything of interest in there. How much of the house could she see before her owner's mysterious business was complete? She peeked out the door and saw nobody. The hallway was quiet as well.

She sneaked along the hallway, doing her best to be silent despite the toy shifting in her pussy and the soft carpet tickling her feet. She had to bite her lip as she crept down the stairs, the steps making the shifting of the toy almost unbearable. Her thighs were damp by the time she got to the bottom, and her raspberry scent hung around her.

Hopefully the fox would just put that down to her earlier passage if he detected it.

There was no way of knowing where the fox was, so she had to be careful. She sidled up to the opening to another room and peeked around the corner. It was a home theater room, with a large screen on one wall, several comfortable chairs, and speakers that were a very strange spiral shape, which probably meant they were incredibly expensive. What was most interesting about the room was the black bunny dusting some of the electronic equipment.

Melissa again got some confirmation of the fox's taste. The bunny also wore a collar that matched her own, seeming to be made of platinum with a clear stone at the front. If it was a diamond, then it was worth tens of thousands at a minimum. The bunny's clothing was similar to a stereotypical maid outfit, but just as skimpy as the wolf's stewardess outfit had been. A ruffled white skirt hung from her waist to just below her ample rear, and a tight white top cradled her large breasts. Melissa first got a view of her from behind and thought she was wearing a corset, but it turned out to be dual rows of piercings down the rabbit's back, laced together with white ribbon. In addition, her long ears were pierced several times down the length of each, and were similarly laced together behind her head. It was a striking effect with the white accents on the rabbit's dark black fur.

The rabbit didn't see Melissa at first. The cat used the maid's distraction to sneak up on her, getting within a few feet before a gasp caused by the toy wedging against her g- spot gave her away.

The black rabbit spun around, locking eyes with Melissa. Her eyes went wide with fear and she turned to run away.

Melissa was having none of that. This was her best chance to get information about the fox and the estate. The rabbit seemed genuinely terrified, and Melissa felt bad about confronting her, but it was necessary. She pounced the other girl, tackling her back onto the floor, kneeling over her waist and grabbing her arms. She was several inches taller than the bunny, putting the smaller girl at no more than five feet, and she was able to get good leverage. “Hi."

The rabbit cast her eyes around nervously. “Please, let me go."

Melissa shook her head. “Relax. I need some information first. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Melissa, who are you?"

The black bunny whimpered. “N-nicolette."

Melissa smiled at her, trying to look friendly, but it came across more feral from her dominant position. “That's a very nice name, Nicolette. Why are you afraid of me? Other than the tackling, I mean."

Nicolette shivered. “I'm not supposed to talk to you without Master around. He said you were a pet and dangerous. Please, I can't be seen with you."

That sounded like something the fox would do. He was trying to make sure she was isolated. “One more thing. Do you know where we are?"

The bunny shook her head. “No, I was brought here after being purchased. Master doesn't tell me anything." She struggled to get away. “If he sees me talking to you he'll give me to her again. Please!"

Melissa narrowed her eyes. “Her? You mean Stacey, right?"

Nicolette nodded.

The cat rolled off of her, letting the bunny up. “All right, thanks for answering. I'm sorry for scaring you."

The bunny barely heard her, consumed with straightening her minimal clothing.

Melissa noticed a damp spot on the ruffled skirt and pointed it out to the frightened girl. “Sorry. I kind of leak." The embarrassment of admitting that just made the problem worse.

Nicolette whimpered and ran off, leaving her duster behind.

The encounter was less productive than Melissa had hoped. Hopefully there would be a better chance later on. At least she got confirmation that Stacey wasn't one to be trifled with. She was clearly a servant, but trusted enough to be a collaborator.

Melissa decided she'd probably done enough recon for the moment, especially since she didn't know how long the fox's business would take. She went back to the doorway to the room and checked the hall, finding it all clear. Even Nicolette had disappeared without a trace.

She made it halfway up the stairs before she heard the front door opening. It was likely to be either Stacey or her owner, and neither option was good for her if she was caught. Melissa sprinted up the rest of the steps, stumbling every few as her legs gave out under waves of pleasure coursing from the toy vigorously rubbing her inner walls. Her rings clinked lightly against the rod holding the dildo in place. She ran down the hall, steadying herself against the wall as she made her way to the bedroom, where she at last collapsed onto the bed.

Her arousal was stoked so high by the brief run that she lost control of herself, madly pawing at her pierced clit and nipples. Again her pussy felt empty around the little toy, and she wished she could get her fingers in there. She screamed in sudden climax, soaking her paw and a good section of the bedsheets.

A slow clapping drew her attention to the door. The fox was standing there, smiling wide, applauding her. He must have actually been upstairs the entire time to have arrived so quickly. She had gotten lucky. “I thought I heard some noise over here. An excellent show, pet. You really are insatiable, aren't you?"

In truth, she was getting quite tired, but she wouldn't tell him that.

He walked over to her. “I hope you aren't all done. I promised Stacey a chance to finish her fun with you, and I'd hate for you to disappoint her."

Melissa didn't want to do anything with the wolf, but she probably wouldn't have any

choice, no matter how tired she was. She hissed in displeasure.

Her owner shook his head. “That's no way to act. From what I heard on the plane she was being very nice to you. The good news is she's already getting prepared, so you won't even have to wait any longer."

Dammit. He led her back downstairs, past the entertainment room to a lounge, with more comfortable chairs, a glass coffee table, and large windows showing the manicured grass outside. Stacey was already there, stripped nude save for her collar. It was the same design as Melissa's and Nicolette's, with a red gem that stood out on her grey fur.

The wolf stalked up to Melissa and unclipped her leash, then silently lifted her tight top over her head, the last piece of clothing she had. Melissa would miss it, if only for the minor bit of support it gave her. Stacey admired her for a moment, looking down from her view several inches above Melissa and the fox. “Very nice. How well do they work?"

Melissa tried to keep a straight face as the wolf flicked her nipple rings, but couldn't fully suppress her plaintive mews of pleasure.

The wolf took that as encouragement, and knelt down and took a thick nipple in her mouth, teasing and wetting it with her tongue, flipping the ring back and forth. She followed Melissa as she melted to the floor, legs going weak under the assault so soon after her previous fun. Her teasing accomplished, Stacey pulled back, looking the dazed cat in the eyes. “Oh, you are so fun to play with, but now it's my turn. I did you on the plane, now you do me. She sat back on the floor and spread her legs, inviting Melissa to sample her damp slit.

The feline tried to hold back, but just the invitation was enough to trigger another compulsion in her mind. She knew her own juices were tasty; how good would the wolf be? She had to know. Melissa leaned forward slowly, drawn closer like a winch cable was pulling her in. She crouched down on hands and knees, sniffing at the heady canine scent between the wolf's thighs. There was no fruit flavor to it, but it was still enticing, spicy and dominant. It clouded her mind, making her thoughts all turn lustful.

Stacey chuckled. “Does the kitten like what she sees? Go on and give it a lick. I bet you'll like it."

From somewhere seemingly far away the fox laughed as well, continuing on to say something that Melissa didn't care about. All that was important to her was right in front of her, and the owner of the pussy that so entranced her had just suggested she do more than look. That sounded like a grand idea.

Melissa mewled softly and gave the wolf's sex a long, slow lick, slightly raspy tongue tugging at the soft fuzz coating her moist lips. Her flavor was everything Melissa had expected, and she shivered in pleasure just from being allowed to partake.

Stacey growled with lust, pressing on the back of the mesmerized cat's head to force her down, though it wasn't at all necessary.

Melissa buried her muzzle in the wolf's hot snatch, delving deep with her tongue and drinking up the thick nectar. It felt so right to be there, serving the more dominant female, getting her face messy as she delivered pleasure as best she could. Her own arousal built, but that was secondary to sating the wolf's arousal. Even as her own juices dripped down her thighs, she stayed on task, lapping at Stacey's increasingly damp folds, teasing her clit, nuzzling at her with her nose. The taste and scent satisfied her in a way she wouldn't have thought possible, and she was only slightly jarred out of her focus by a touch on her own needy sex. He ass was raised in the air, making her easily accessible.

The fox stood behind her, playing with the rings holding the toy inside her. “We'll save this for a special occasion. For now, there are other options." As some point during Melissa's actions, he had gotten naked, and he started rubbing his length along her soaking wet sex, lubing himself with her juices. A moment later he positioned himself at her rear entrance, resting there to wait for her to let him in.

He was waiting only a moment. The wet, pleasurable sliding of the fox's cock against her sensitive ring made it reflexively relax, and in seconds he was sliding into her tight, essentially virgin opening.

Melissa grunted, her face being forced harder into the wolf's pussy as the fox hilted inside her, spreading her wide around his hot vulpine length. She wanted to moan, but her mouth was too busy licking up the wolf's feminine juices, and she couldn't ignore her duties. The stretching didn't hurt. On the contrary, it felt amazing, brand new depths exposed to the hot touch of another for the first time, getting a chance to set her senses alight.

It was only proper that she be used at both ends. Like a slut, a slave. The stroking of the fox in her virgin rear sandwiched her sensitive walls against the toy in her sex, sending unbelievable pleasure through her body. Every thrust made her vision white out, making it hard to concentrate on pleasing the wolf, but she did her best, the shaking of the other female's hips indicating she was doing a good job still.

Then she got a clear sign of her success, as Stacey gasped and barked, shoving Melissa's face hard against her clenching sex, soaking the feline's face with her orgasm.

Melissa mrowled and licked, drinking up all the orgasmic fluids she could, her own climax striking as she felt the female she was serving cum, her sex milking the toy inside her, her ass clenching similarly on the fox's shaft until he too reached his peak. She felt him tensing, knowing each gasp and swell was a load of cum being deposited within her. The knowledge only made her cum harder, drenching the floor below her with her juices, squeezing the fox's cock like a vice.

She collapsed onto the floor, ass still raised in the air, tail waving lazily above her. She was truly wiped out, sticky at both ends, and leaking cum from her ass. The afterglow faded slowly, and she only by parts became aware of what she had done.

It had happened again. She'd been forced to be a willing participant in her own

abuse. Worst of all was how much she loved it. She couldn't make herself completely hate what they did to her, since the memories of it actually occurring were untainted by any horror. She came close to crying, but held back. They would not get to see her being weak.

Stacey and her owner discussed something, but she didn't hear any of it, and then the wolf was gone. Her scent remained, soaked into the fur of her face. She wouldn't be free of Stacey's scent for quite a while.

It was only when a tug on her leash came that she moved, desultorily standing, wincing as that evil toy teased her oversensitive sex. She followed the fox, who had redressed himself while she wasn't paying attention, back upstairs to the bathroom, not hearing anything he said, mostly feeling numb.

He ran a bath, and she stood and watched, leaking his cum from her slightly sore rear. She only perked when he knelt at her crotch, producing a tiny key and unlocking the padlock at the bottom of the metal rod holding her toy in. He carefully removed the lock and rod, then gently slid the toy from her.

Melissa gasped as it left her for the first time in hours. After so long with it in, and so many climaxes spent squeezing it, she felt empty without it, almost naked. She barely stopped herself from asking to have it put back in.

The fox ordered her into the tub and she complied, mewing softly as the hot water soaked into her fur. It felt like years since her last bath. He took a sponge and started washing her, being gentle with her sensitive parts. She would almost call the attention loving.

Melissa looked up at the fox questioningly. What kind of game was this? Was he going to seem nice only to turn the bath into another test of sexual frustration?

He returned her look. "What? I would be a poor owner if I didn't take care of my pet. You may need discipline occasionally, but there's no reason to flat out abuse you."

She felt a momentary thrill of relief. It was reassuring to know that he wasn't pure evil. But then she remembered Nicolette's reaction to her, and how terrified she'd been of spending more time with Stacey. The fox's definitions of discipline and abuse night differ significantly from hers, and it would pay to always remember that he did not have her interests in mind.

Melissa whimpered as she thought of how she'd treated the bunny. The poor girl must have thought Melissa was another dominant servant that would get to mess with her. She resolved to help the rabbit as much as she could.

The bath ended up being more relaxing than Melissa expected. Despite the strangeness of having someone else wash her, particularly the fox who now owned her, it felt good to be clean. While he did pay extra attention to her breasts and crotch, those were areas that needed extra cleaning anyway, and he didn't do it in a teasing manner. He eventually got to her face, and she was relieved to be briefly free of the scent of arousal. Either her own scent or the wolf's had been filling her nose since she woke up

after her conversion.

Once she was fully clean, the fox led her to a whole-body fur dryer. Having lived with just towels and a spot dryer all her life, the larger device was an incredible luxury. Melissa saw how they could charge such a premium for them, sighing happily as her multicolored fur was fluffed up by the warm air.

The brief respite from being treated poorly was almost cruel. It threw Melissa off balance, making it hurt even more when the leash was latched to her collar again, and the toy was collected and reinserted. With her arousal as faded as it ever got, and her crotch wiped clean, it went in with slightly more resistance than she had yet felt, almost enough to get her heat up again. It was solidly locked in place once more, and she was led off down the stairs.

They passed by the room where she had just been violated, and Nicolette was there on hands and knees cleaning the carpet. Melissa blushed and whimpered, knowing that she was to blame for the bunny having to do that job. As she felt herself start to drip again from the arousal caused by her embarrassment and the walk with the toy in her, she realized the maid would have plenty of work keeping up with her messes.

The rabbit glanced up at Melissa as she went by, then shifted her eyes back down to the carpet, trying to hide any sign of recognition. She must be severely worn down to be so skittish. Melissa hoped to never find out what had made her that way.

The fox led her on to a dining room, where a place was already set for him. It was another meat-heavy meal with some vegetables splashed on the side. Melissa's meal was also in evidence. The two stainless steel bowls were sitting on the floor next to the fox's chair. Another humiliating meal of eating like an animal.

She refused to show any sign that it bothered her, and to be honest she was too tired to react strongly. As the fox took his seat she crouched next to him and started eating her pet chow, silently lapping up her water and eating the bland pellets. She hoped there was proper nutritional content in the stuff, but it only made sense that it would be sufficient. She was probably too valuable to starve to death. Sex slaves don't come with warranties against accidental damage.

From time to time, the fox would reach down and pet her, as if she were a loyal pet choosing to stay by his side, rather than being kept there by a leash and the threat of punishment. An ordinary pet might be expected to purr, but she just growled, hopefully ruining whatever personal fantasy he was trying to construct.

Dinner was uneventful, aside from Melissa's quiet whining from smelling the delicious meal she was missing out on. When the fox was done, he snapped his fingers and Nicolette came running.

She moved to his side and kept her eyes down. “Yes, Master. What can I do for you?"

He slid slightly back from the table. “That was an excellent meal, Nicolette. Please clear it off, then take my new pet away for a moment. Stacey is busy or I'd have her

take care of the little kitty. You may do anything with her you wish."

The nervous bunny nodded eagerly, then cleared away his plate and silverware, disappearing through an artfully hidden door in the wall of the dining room. A moment later she returned and took Melissa's bowls away.

On her last trip back the fox handed her Melissa's leash and patted her on the shoulder. “Don't be shy, bunbun, pets are for playing with."

Melissa whimpered at hearing the fox use the nickname she used for her own bunny friend back home. What did Anna think had happened to her? Knowing how thorough the slavers seemed, she was probably reported missing or dead with a convincing cover story. It saddened her to think of her friends mourning her false death.

The fox turned to her. “I want you to remember a rule. You do whatever the person holding your leash says. Remember that good pets are treated well, and bad pets get disciplined. Have fun with Nicolette." He left her then, walking off down the hall to a room she hadn't seen the inside of yet.

The bunny was looking at her nervously. “Um...I don't know what to do. I mean, I know what he wants, but I don't like girls. He knows that. But if I disappoint him by not doing anything I might get punished. And I don't want to make you do anything!" She whimpered, looking frantic.

Melissa stood and stretched out, looking around to make sure nobody else was around to hear. She still felt bad for the bunny, who was obviously having a harder time than Melissa. How long had she been here? “Hey, calm down. I've had enough done to me that I can deal with a little more if it will help protect you. Let's go back to the room you had to clean up."

She led the bunny onward, tugging at the leash in an amusing reversal of the pet dynamic. “Ok, now we don't have to do anything too serious. Does he know what kind of things you enjoy doing with lovers?"

Nicolette shook her head. “No, he's never asked."

Melissa petted her arm. “Good, that means he can't question it if he catches us doing something fairly tame. Hop on the chair." She was happy to be able to take a more dominant role after having been forced to be subservient for so long. Hopefully Nicolette didn't mind too much.

The bunny was happy to obey, taking a place on the chair only to have Melissa squeeze in next to her. “Um, what are you doing?"

The feline hugged her tight, thinking that she needed it. She felt the metal rings in the bunny's back that supported the ribbon that looked like a laced corset. “Just some snuggling, unless there really is something you want us to do. Did these hurt?"

Nicolette shrugged. “Just as long as I don't get in trouble...and they did a little, but that quick heal stuff helped. I don't even notice them any more."

Melissa sighed. “You got lucky on the piercings. You really don't want what happened to me."

The bunny winced. “I saw when you were bent over having dinner. I have one down there, and it's really weird. I don't know how you stand it."

“It's not easy." She looked around. “Listen, he's probably going to want to see more than a little snuggling. Forgive me." Melissa lifted the bunny's skimpy ruffled top, exposing her pink nipples that were only partially hidden by the dark black fur. She leaned down and took one in her mouth, much as Stacey had done to her.

The reaction from the bunny was more subdued than Melissa's had been. She squeaked quietly, then wriggled on the chair. “Mmf, that's strange, but I can deal."

Melissa nodded, idly flicking her tongue over the stiffening nipple. She had to make it look good for the fox when he came back. This was about all she had the energy for, so hopefully it would be enough.

Nicolette let out a pleased sigh, and gently rubbed Melissa's bare back. “If I close my eyes, I can imagine someone else is doing this, and it's kinda ok." She squeaked nervously. “I mean, not that I have anything against you. Just...not my preference."

Melissa paused long enough to reassure her. “It's fine, I feel the same way."

The bunny shifted, starting to pant slightly. “But I saw you with Stacey. You were... um...not objecting."

The feline blushed, feeling a rush of heat. She pointed at her head. “Brainwashing."

Nicolette gasped and shivered, not merely because Melissa had resumed suckling her nipple. “I didn't even know they could do that."

Melissa nuzzled her breasts. “Neither did I. I hate it. I can't control myself and I have no idea what will trigger it." She was about to continue, but heard the door at the end of the hallway open. Making sure to give a good show, she latched fiercely onto the bunny's stiff nipple, grinding her crotch against her black furred thigh.

She knew she had made the right decision when she heard the fox chuckle behind her. “I'll admit I had hoped for more, but this is quite cute. However, I think my pet forgot the rule about being on furniture. Other slaves are not allowed to change the rules, girl. Off."

Melissa slid away from the other girl and stood, wondering what his reaction would be.

The fox looked at Nicolette appraisingly, taking in her bare chest and flushed face. “That's a good look for you, bunbun. Maybe I'll have the new pet give you attention more often. Since you did a good job protecting my furniture with your leg, I think I can pass on punishing either of you." He turned to Melissa. “You should help her clean up, though, since you're the one that got her messy."

Sure enough, she had left a damp spot in the fur of the rabbit's thigh. Cleaning that

up wouldn't even be close to the worst thing she had to do that day. No problem. Melissa shrugged and knelt before the bunny, intentionally avoiding looking up her short skirt to make sure she didn't trigger herself accidentally. She efficiently licked her juices from Nicolette's thigh, trying to keep her mind off of how wonderful the taste was. If her cat chow meals were flavored with her own raspberry sauce, she might actually enjoy them.

She finished quickly and licked her lips clean, only then looking up to see the bunny blushing fiercely. There was a trace of the bunny's arousal on the air. Melissa decided not to mention it; she knew plenty about getting aroused when you didn't want to be.

The fox nodded, satisfied. “It's been a rather long day. How do you feel about turning in early?"

Melissa nodded. She was completely worn out. Even beyond the orgasms and sex, just being constantly stressed and aroused for hours took its toll on her. She was dead on her feet.

Her owner took her leash back from Nicolette, who then quickly rearranged her sparse maid uniform. “All right then. Let's head off."

She was again brought up the stairs, which she was already beginning to hate for what they did to the toy inside her. In the bedroom, the fox stripped naked, showing no shyness in front of her. He had no reason to, given what he'd already done. He affixed her leash to the wall with another padlock, restricting her to just a few feet around the pet bed. She really hoped she didn't need to use the bathroom in the night.

The fox hit the lights and climbed into bed. “One night soon I'll let you join me, pet. You have to behave a bit more, first."

She would consider the day he allowed that to be a failure, not a success. The discomfort of the pet bed would be a reassurance. Melissa curled up on it, finding it softer and better padded than she had expected. It must be designed for sentient pets, not the ordinary kind. Where do you even get something like that?

Still, curled up in a pet bed with no blankets wasn't an ideal way to spend the night. Even as tired as she was, it took her a while to get to sleep, particularly since all her sensitive parts were exposed and easily inflamed. Her first night as a slave was not at all restful for her, a situation that would only continue.

5 - Escape

A week later, not much had changed for Melissa. Every night was spent uncomfortably shifting in the tiny bed. Her meals were all bland, and taken at the side of her owner. She hadn't been allowed clothes since the first day, and was comfortable going nude, no longer really caring who got a look at her.

The only people she ever saw were her owner, Nicolette, and occasionally Stacey. The wolf seemed to have some mysterious duties that kept her out of sight and busy most of the time, leaving most of the household chores to Nicolette. Melissa's job seemed exclusively limited to pleasuring her owner whenever he demanded it.

And he demanded it quite often. She didn't know if it was just the way he was, or if any male would react that way around a constantly aroused, strongly scented, voluptuous naked female. Scratch that, it was almost certainly normal.

The toy locked into her sex was only removed when she was washed, and it kept Melissa on edge nonstop. She had forgotten what it was like to not be aroused, and constantly found herself sneaking feels of herself almost without realizing it. She was very nearly addicted to the taste of her own juices, loving any chance she got to sample them, which only played into her owner's desires.

When he took her, which was at least once a day, it was always anally. The fox repeatedly told her that he was saving vaginal sex for a special occasion, but wouldn't say any more. It didn't matter to her. She came hard every time he fucked her, no matter the situation. It was even common for her to have multiple orgasms each encounter, owing to her extreme sensitivity and the fact that having him cum inside her was a guaranteed climax no matter where it was deposited or if she had already had a recent climax.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to hide her enthusiasm during the coupling. The extreme pleasure was addicting in the same way as any number of drugs that alter brain chemistry. Going several hours without a climax was enough to make her edgy, and more than once she had actually pleasured herself when she had a free moment, rather than exploring or trying to find an escape route like she intended. She tried to tell herself that she was just making sure she could think clearly, but that started to ring hollow when she first pondered asking Nicolette for help.

The lack of attention to her pussy was especially grating. It got low level stimulation all day with every step she took, but she got no opportunity to properly play with it. She could reach her pierced clit just fine, but she missed the feeling of something thrusting into her, and the mostly stationary toy just didn't cut it.

The one thing she had to be proud of was her first escape attempt. She'd been left alone when the fox cited his mysterious business he had to tend to and Stacey had been away. The time to hesitate was through; Melissa hadn't even thought twice before making a break for the door.

She didn't have a fully formed plan, just a thought to get out and try and find a way to some sort of civilization. There had to be some kind of way out of there. The car hadn't been out front so she snuck around the outside of the large house looking for any other method of transportation, finding none. The outer security wall of the estate was probably five hundred meters away across open manicured lawn with no hiding places, but there was no other path outward.

The run left her panting with exhaustion and arousal, and she promised herself a roaring orgasm as soon as she got far enough away. In the meantime, she ignored her throbbing clit and soaked thighs and examined the wall.

It was poured concrete, unclimbable without pitons and a hammer. Fortunately, the inside of the wall was lined with large oak trees, to prevent it from being an eyesore from the view of the mansion. Melissa had done plenty of climbing as a kitten, and a bit of gymnastics in her teens before she grew bored with it, so she figured it would be easy to make it up one of them and over the wall.

She forgot about the claw caps.

She tried to run up the side of the tree as she always had before. The first couple of steps were encouraging, despite the rough bark on her sensitive pads making her wince, but then she lost traction, falling right back onto her ass. Despite her added padding on her ass, it still hurt.

Melissa assessed the situation. The lowest branches were just out of reach, but there was still a chance. She'd been in good shape before her transformation, and she didn't think she'd been out long enough to lose her tone.

One way to find out. She took a running start directly at the concrete wall, jumping against it and pushing back off, scraping her foot but ignoring the pain as she rebounded toward the tree. She managed to grab a branch and cling to it, hanging there for a moment to catch her breath. It hadn't gone as well as she had wanted, but she would take it. It was a fairly simple matter to climb onto the branch and shimmy close to the wall.

Her weight started to bend the branch down as she got toward the end, but it was close enough. She took a deep breath and leapt for the top of the wall, catching her arms overtop it and scrambling to the top. She laid down on the foot-wide cap of the wall for a minute to catch her breath. Her foot was bleeding, her arms scraped, and she was still on the verge of cumming if she twisted her hips just right, but she was almost out. Beyond the inner wall, she couldn't see any other obstruction until she got to the jungle. The runway and hangar had its own tall fence, complete with barbed wire, but she wasn't planning to go that way.

The wall was about ten feet tall, so she figured she would be fine carefully dropping over the edge. Melissa smiled wide and took that last step, making sure she would land primarily on her uninjured foot. As she crouched on the wilder grass outside the main estate, she couldn't suppress a manic laugh. She was free! It had almost been too easy.

And that was when her body lit up with pain as her collar shocked her into submission.

She woke up again in a comfortable bed. It wasn't the fox's bedroom, but what looked like a guest room. She had a splitting headache, but hey, real bed. It could be worse.

The fox stood over her, wearing a look of mixed anger and concern. "You were very naughty, pet. Not only did you try to escape, but you made me very worried that you had injured yourself. How do you feel?"

Melissa sat up slowly, all her muscles still aching from the shock that had disabled her. She had been so close! It hadn't occurred to her that she had to deal with a damn invisible fence. She gave him the finger. Fuck his worrying. It served him right.

The fox shook his head. “I'll take that to mean you're feeling fine. I'm rather disappointed that you're not showing proper contrition. I thought you were coming around and starting to enjoy our time together. I know you've been tending to your own needs when I leave you alone, but I didn't expect you to try and get satisfaction elsewhere."

She blushed, but remained silent. She thought she'd been discreet about that.

Her owner sighed and continued. "You'll have to be punished for this. I think there's still hope for you, so I won't be sending you back to get wiped, but you do need to learn your proper place. Stacey will be along later to administer your punishment. Good thing you're apparently feeling well enough for it."

He walked off, still looking vaguely sad.

Melissa tried to see if she could make another run before Stacey got there, but she was again locked to the wall by her leash. Regardless, further planning was in order. She'd just have to suffer through whatever punishment the fox was too much of a pussy to administer himself.

Stacey showed up not too much later, wearing another variant of what Melissa thought of as the fox's standard uniform: a tight, skimpy top and a ludicrously short ruffled skirt, this time in black leather. It did not fill Melissa with reassurance.

The wolf sauntered up, smiling. “Looks like we get more fun together. I'm so pleased. I think we can both wring some enjoyment from this if we try."

Melissa hissed at her. “Go fuck yourself."

Stacey giggled at her. “I do plenty of that, don't worry. I'm glad to see you're willing to talk when he's not around. That will make this so much more fun." She sat down on the edge of the bed. “Lay across my lap."

That seemed a bit too simple to Melissa. “You gonna spank me until I admit I'm a naughty kitten' Real creative."

The wolf raised an eyebrow. “Well, among other things, yes. I strongly recommend coming over here on your own. You don't want me to come get you."

Melissa decided this wasn't one of those times she could accomplish anything by disobeying. “Fine, I'll take your stupid punishment." She crawled across the bed to the wolf's lap, making a show of looking bored as she laid across it. With how padded her butt was now, it probably wouldn't be bad at all.

Stacey laughed at her again. “Never done this with a professional, I take it." The wolf started out just petting Melissa, which really confused her, since she enjoyed that feeling. When would the punishment start? She actually wiggled her hips a little before catching herself. The wolf only hmmed and continued, gently massaging the feline's ample cheeks until she relaxed.

Then, just as Melissa sighed softly, the first slap came, sharp and sudden. It wasn't a gentle, loving tap, but a strong, whiplike sting that likely left a handprint under her fur. She tensed right back up, exacerbating the ache in her muscles, yelping at the sudden pain.

And then the wolf was massaging again, but she did so as if she had never delivered the spank, ignoring the fact that one section of her rear was now extra sensitive and very sore to the touch.

Melissa stifled a whimper, now realizing that this did indeed have the potential to be very unpleasant. The second smack was just as much of a surprise, delivered without warning to her other cheek. Padded she may be, but her skin was as vulnerable as ever. Now, along with the massage, the wolf would occasionally slide a finger down to rub along Melissa's slit, gently teasing her to arousal as well as relaxation.

The mix of sensation disoriented her, the pleasure from her sex, the stinging from her skin, the relaxing ache from her muscles. Melissa whined freely, yelping again as she was spanked on a spot not quite overlapping the places she had already been hit. The unpredictable wait in between smacks was unbearable, the building arousal almost as much so.

The wolf truly was a professional, playing the other girl like a fine instrument, manipulating her sensations and emotions with practiced ease. She switched unpredictably between petting, stroking the prone girl's sex, and delivering painful smacks.

At one point she ceased all attention save her hand on Melissa's damp lips, flicking the rings and pinching her clitoris, bringing the mewling feline right to the edge of climax before she switched to vicious spanks. She delivered a stinging series of blows to Melissa's round rear, making her whimper and squirm, both to try and get away from the spanking and to rub her crotch against the wolf's thigh.

Melissa gasped in shock. She had expected a simple spanking, painful but bearable. She hadn't expected this bizarre mix of pain and pleasure that kept her off balance, unable to properly brace for whatever came next. She heard herself say “Please" and didn't know if she was asking for the wolf to stop or to finish the job and let

her cum.

But it was a punishment, so she got neither. The spanking continued until her cheeks burned. Surely they had to be glowing red enough to be visible through her white fur. As aroused as she'd become, even the spikes of pain were mistaken for pleasure, all the extra sensitive nerves in the area getting confused and mixing up their reports.

As a final indignity, Stacey moistened two fingers with Melissa's dripping juices and drove them into the feline's quivering rear, sinking up to the knuckles as she delivered spanks with her other hand.

Melissa yowled and shook, coming very close to climax, but the wolf very carefully avoided pushing her over the edge. It was an exceptionally effective torment, and it left the feline panting and whimpering when it finally ceased.

The wolf gave her one last gentle pat on her rear. “Ok, I think that's enough of a lesson. Hop on up."

Melissa groaned and lifted herself up. Her sex and tailhole ached for further stimulation, left wanting by Stacey's teasing. She stood and rubbed her legs together, but knew it wouldn't be enough, and she wasn't foolish enough to believe she'd be allowed to use her hands to finish. She growled in frustration.

Stacey waggled her finger. “You earned that yourself. Remember it if you consider leaving again." She unhooked Melissa's leash from the wall, then tugged her onward out the door.

Melissa's pussy twinged from the toy and her ass ached from the spanking, and she couldn't decide which was worse. It was the worst she had felt physically since arriving at the estate, and she had caused it herself.

No, she couldn't blame it on herself. That was a dangerous way to think. It was the fox, and to some extent Stacey that inflicted it on her. She focused her anger on them, and stalked after the wolf.

The fox was waiting for them downstairs. He saw Melissa's awkward walk and smiled. “I see you received your punishment." He sniffed for a moment. “And it wasn't entirely unenjoyable. I expect nothing less from you."

Melissa tried to set him on fire with her stare.

He shrugged and gestured to a chair. “I think you've had enough punishment for now. Care to have a seat?"

What a dick. There was no way she'd be voluntarily sitting down for quite a while. Just the thought of resting any weight back there made her tense up, which was painful enough. She gave him the finger again. It only helped her feel a little better.

That had been days ago, and her backside was only just feeling less sore. Her plans to escape had not advanced very much either, due to lack of information. She

suspected something was up with the fox's hands, and the fact that he sent her away around mealtimes was very suspicious, but he was very private and she had little opportunity to snoop.

Now, though, she had a chance. Stacey had disappeared on another mysterious task, and the fox was distracted by that most insidious of tasks. He was in the bathroom.

Melissa knew it was quite possibly a trap, and even if it wasn't she had very little time alone with which to plan. She wasn't strictly alone, actually. She'd been left in the care of Nicolette, who was nervously clinging to the cat's leash. She was going to have to cause trouble for the bunny again, but it was worth it.

She still had not been inside the fox's office. On the one time she had attempted to follow him in, she had been very strongly admonished not to enter. He really should have known better. She stood outside it now, causing no end of consternation for her lapine keeper. “Okay, Nicolette, I'm going in there. You can follow or not."

The bunny whimpered, fiddling with the leash in her hands. “But...if you get caught..."

Melissa patted her on the shoulder and took the end of the leash, meeting no resistance from Nicolette. “I won't, especially if you keep watch for me." She turned and entered the office, leaving no time for Nicolette to object, finding the room just as spartanly decorated as the rest of the house. There was a mostly-bare desk with a typical array of computer equipment, a file cabinet, and, confusingly, a mini-fridge.

Melissa knew she didn't have time to check for anything on the computer, and she lacked the skills to properly investigate it anyway, so she satisfied herself with things out in the open. Of primary interest to her was the small leather pouch she had seen several times in the fox's possession, always around mealtimes, and always just before she got sent out of the room. Whatever was in there he did not want her to see.

She decided to check that before anything else. Giving one quick glance backward to check for interruptions, she went to the desk and unzipped the pouch. Some of her growing suspicions were confirmed. There was a small device that looked like a pen, with a bottom that seemed to twist, a small window showing the number 3, and a button on the side. There was also a small electronic device with a digital readout and a small slot on the bottom. A few small needles were included, in a thick plastic ziplock bag. Lastly, there were a couple old-style syringes with attached needles. Probably backup for if the preferred device failed.

Melissa had never seen any of those items in person, but she had heard about them. If she was right, she also knew what she'd find in the mini-fridge. And she was. After opening the door she saw several bottles of spring water, but also a few small bottles of the type used to store medicines for injection. Jackpot. The labels on the jars gave her all the information she needed: Insulin, as prescribed to a Mr. Leland Highley II. She finally had his name, and it was disappointing. That was the kind of name a man who inherited his money might have. She had been hoping for some juicy story of

scams or drug running.

Regardless, she now had a method of getting to him, but it would take more time than she likely had at the moment. She closed the fridge and exited the office, handing her leash back to the bunny with a wink.

Nicolette sighed deeply. “I was sure you'd get caught, and then we'd both get punished."

Melissa patted her. “What happened that made you so scared of punishments?"

The bunny whimpered. “The first one got me my piercing down there. There was no numbing or anything, and it hurt a lot. Now it feels pretty good, though, and he makes fun of me when I walk funny because it's touching me just right."

Melissa saw where the fox got some of his ideas, and decided not to remind Nicolette how much she could one-up her. “Was the corset next?"

Nicolette winced, then nodded. “Yeah. And they used it to tie my hands and feet behind my back...then did things to me. Especially with the other piercing...it felt really good, but I didn't want it to." She whimpered, remembering the humiliation.

Melissa looked away. “Sorry for asking. I didn't mean to drag that up." She had it much worse, but the bunny was clearly not as strong-willed. She really hoped she'd be able to help Nicolette when she found a way out. Getting Stacey out of the way would likely be the hardest part.

The bunny shook her head quickly, as if trying to clear it. “It's fine. We should go to the dining room. It's almost dinner time and that's where he'll be expecting us."

She was right. Hopefully Melissa could come up with a good plan during dinner. Sure enough, they were in the dining room for only a moment before the fox showed up. Melissa had to stifle a laugh as she remembered his actual name. It wouldn't do to let him know she knew.

The fox smiled at them. “One day I'll walk in on the two of you having some real fun, even if I have to find some way to make it happen."

His lecherous smile was starting to get to Melissa, and she rolled her eyes at him before calmly taking her usual spot beside her chair. Not long after, Nicolette fetched their dinners. For once, Melissa was happy her food was so bland. It gave her a chance to concentrate on her plan. The next opportunity she got to be alone, she would do something to sabotage the fox's insulin. She didn't know how long it would take him to get sick after that, but given that he seemed to use it on a regular basis, she thought she had a chance.

If she could get Nicolette to help with the distraction, the chance might come even sooner. It would be difficult to get the nervous bunny to agree to it, but the potential to be free might convince her.

She was so lost in her planning, that she lost her hold on her reactions when the fox

reached down and petted her back in the way the made her ass raise reflexively. Her owner laughed. “Ah, I do love how you can't help but present yourself for me."

Melissa snapped. The high of figuring out how to get to him mixed with her anger at the willful misinterpretation of that reflex, and with a growl and a hiss she finally released some of the words she'd been holding back since she was delivered. “Eat shit and die you smarmy, pencil-dick son of a whore."

He was taken aback for a brief moment, then his satisfied smile slowly returned. “Looks like today is a very special day." And then he was silent for the rest of the meal.

Melissa kept expecting him to make some further taunting comment, but it never came. She cursed herself for forgetting her promise not to say anything. He thought he had won some sort of victory, and she dreaded what his victory celebration would be.

She found out soon. Immediately after their meal was finished, the fox took her up to his bedroom. He unhooked her leash and set it aside, then looked her over. “You're such a pretty pet. I'm glad you finally decided to speak to me. So much of your fire was hidden. It's time to reward you for that."

She hissed at him. “Go fuck a garbage disposal."

He shook his head. “No, I think I'll choose something a little more pleasant for that. If you just hold still a moment." He bent down and took the small key from his pocket, using it to unlock the toy in Melissa's pussy. After removing it and setting it to the side, he took a deep sniff, taking in Melissa's raspberry-tinged scent from the source.

To Melissa's great surprise, he then moved forward and began licking at her wet lips, lapping up her juices before sinking his tongue deeper, using his tongue where she had felt nothing but a gently shifting toy for too long. She mewled and felt her knees get weak, opting to fall back to sit on the bed.

The fox followed her forward, grabbing her plump ass and pulling himself into her soaking wet snatch, trying to bury his muzzle completely.

Melissa lost her ability to resist, the incredible pleasure from her sex overriding her ability to move. Her hips bucked against the fox's face, her juices flowing freely over his muzzle. What the hell was he doing? The brainwashing ensured that she would seem a willing partner no matter how he decided to fuck her. There was no need for foreplay. Did he just enjoy her taste that much? With what he was doing now, there was nothing controlling her actions but she was still letting him do it. It was her own choice to let him give her pleasure, and that made her more angry than anything he had done yet.

That didn't stop her from drawing close to climax as the fox ate her out enthusiastically. He seemed to delight in her taste, and he loved playing with her rings and flicking her clitoris within its pierced hood. The pleasure washed through her, making her muscles weak and her voice call out against her will. When he latched on to her engorged clit and started to suck, that was it for her, and she came hard, soaking the fox and the bed below her in a flood of juices.

Melissa slowly caught her breath, seeing the fox stand and become visible over he

curve of her large breasts.

He licked his lips. “Delicious. I hope you enjoyed the first part of your reward." She didn't have a retort for that. She had loved it and they both knew it.

The fox stripped off his clothes, revealing his bright red erection. It was already leaking from the tip, and Melissa felt the start of a compulsion to suck it. If she just got down on her knees and had a sniff—

Her programming was cut off as the fox gently rolled her over. Her pierced, erect nipples rubbed against the bedding, with her legs now touching the floor and lifting her ass up, in exactly the position she hated being in. Before she could object or move, the fox's pointed tip was rubbing against her soaking wet lips, getting properly lubed. The teasing touch melted her resistance, and she mewled with need as she suddenly felt empty. Her pussy ached to be filled, and she needed that hot cock to do it.

The fox chuckled. “I knew you'd end up begging for this, slut." He eased himself inside, pointed tip parting her to a couple inches deep and holding, just letting her feel him inside her.

The slight penetration just inflamed her more. She felt like she was in heat, desperate for penetration. Just a little bit of stimulation was enough to make her behave like a wanton slut, and there was no way for her to resist it. She tried to shove backward and get him deeper, but her moved with her, making her whine.

He petted her sides. “Aww, is my pet feeling needy? I'll be glad to help you, as soon as you tell me exactly what you want."

She whimpered. It would debase her to do it, but she needed it! She felt so empty, so desperate for a real fucking after the 24/7 teasing by the small toy. If he stopped now, she wouldn't even be able to think properly. Any humiliation would be worth it to get this release. At least, that's what she told herself as she made her decision. “Fuck me."

The fox shifted, sawing a centimeter back and forth inside her. “What was that? A little louder, please."

The asshole. Her cheeks burned and her pussy ached even harder as she said it again. “Fuck me! Fill me up!"

“Now was that so hard?" He drove himself forward, burying himself to the hilt in her tight slit, cushioned by the soft, padded rear he had paid for her to have.

Melissa yowled, clamping down hard on the hot cock that spread her wide. She knew he wasn't that big, but after so long with just a small toy, and so much time clenching down on it to try and control its movements, she could be very tight indeed.

In fact, she was gripping him so hard that the fox groaned, clawed fingers digging into her hips as he very slowly withdrew, his cock thickly coated with her wetness. He slammed forward again, feeling the slight jiggle in her rear, grunting with lust as he

stuffed his pet.

Melissa saw stars, mewling as her lust was sated, dull claws gripping the bed sheets as tightly as her pussy gripped the fox's cock. It satisfied that desperate urge she had felt, scratched the itch she had needed scratched for days.

It's an unfortunate fact that most females are unable to reach climax from penetration alone, and Melissa used to be counted in their number. She enjoyed it, of course, but a little bit of extra attention to other erogenous zones was necessary to get her off.

With the modifications the slavers had done to her, things had changed drastically. Her first orgasm struck her a mere five strokes in, making her scream and thrash on the fox's dick, soaking his crotch with another spray of her juices.

He gave her no chance to recover, continuing to fuck her hard through the climax, sending her right into another as soon as the first was finished. “Erf. You hot little thing. I knew you'd love this."

Melissa couldn't deny she did. She had thought the anal sex she'd had up until now was addicting, but that couldn't compare to this level of mind-melting pleasure. Every thrust of the fox rocked her forward, making the bed creak and dragging her large breasts across the top, exciting her further. Her breaths came short and fast, her mews accompanying every wet slap of the fox's hips against hers.

Through the foggy haze of ecstasy she started to feel resistance as he hilted within her. His knot, tugging at her lips. It meant he was about to cum, and she suddenly wanted to feel him release inside her. At the same time, she knew what would happen if that knot got inside her. Even in her sex-addled mind, she knew she didn't want to be tied to him. As much as she loved what she was feeling, she hated the fox, and couldn't stand being linked to him for so long.

She wasn't given a choice. His knot swelled quickly, and at the last possible moment he jammed it forward, forcing it past her lewdly-spread lips, making her gasp and shake in a new climax as he switched to short, sharp thrusts. Seconds later, he leaned forward, grabbing her hips and pulling back, forcing himself deep inside as he grunted overtop her.

Melissa whimpered, feeling his knot swell wide, stretching her sensitive passage more than feline anatomy is intended to take, mixed a dose of pain in with her explosive pleasure. She both hated and loved the sensation. The pleasure was amazing, almost overloading her senses as her overly sensitive passage was filled completely. She could very clearly feel his cock twitching, depositing waves of his cum deep inside her, flooding her womb with his essence.

She shuddered in revulsion even as the feeling of being inseminated sent her into another helpless climax, squirming on the bed, muffling her shouts of joy with the bedding. If not for the claw caps, she would be shredding the sheets as she dragged her hands down them.

Melissa whimpered as her orgasm faded, leaving only the revolting feeling of the fox tied with her, thick knot stressing her sensitive flesh, his hot seed settling in her belly.

His hand rubbed across her stomach. “Yeah, that's just what you need, isn't it? A slut like you needs a dose of cum every now and then. I can't wait until you're in season. I'll fuck you several times a day to make sure you take. You'll look so hot with your belly full of my kits. I know you'll love it."

She tensed up. It should have occurred to her before. She hadn't had a heat suppression pill since she was abducted. It could come on any day now, and she'd be fucked, literally. If the slavers had messed with her fertility, she could already be knocked up. He was a sick fuck to plan to continue his line through a sex slave, and she would have no part of it. But if she ran, he would just get some other girl to knock up. Maybe one who wasn't as strong as Melissa.

That was when she decided that, even more important than her escaping, Leland Highley II would have to die.

That night she was permitted to sleep in the fox's bed. As much as it disgusted her to share a bed with him, the luxury of a comfortable bed was welcome. She hoped the extra rest would help her execute her plans against him.

Several days passed before she got another opportunity. The fox now frequently took her vaginally as well as anally, and the act was just as addicting as she feared it would be. After she escaped she would need to exercise extreme caution to avoid actually becoming the slut the fox was trying to make her into.

Her plan had been difficult to organize. If she could get Nicolette to do the hard part, then it would have been much easier to get things done, since the bunny was watched far less carefully. Unfortunately, both the fox and Stacey knew quite well what behavior to expect from Melissa.

But the bunny was too meek to do it herself, so Melissa had to convince her to do an easier part. It hadn't been easy, but the promise of freedom from both her tormentors had swayed Nicolette to participate.

They had to wait for the next time Melissa was temporarily entrusted to Nicolette's care. The fox had wanted to see them together so badly that Melissa doubted he would question it too much when he finally got it. That was exactly what happened when he returned from his office to find Nicolette sitting back on a leather couch, Melissa's face buried in her crotch. All it had taken was for the bunny to lift her skirt and ask, and Melissa's programming did the rest, forcing her to enthusiastically lick the shy maid to a screaming orgasm. Either the bunny was an excellent actress, or Melissa was truly gifted at the task, given the vocal reaction from the straight girl.

The fox had been appropriately impressed by the show, giving them a round of applause as soon as Melissa finished and sat back licking her lips, shifting slightly to avoid the wet spot she left on the floor from her sympathetic climax. What came next also went exactly according to plan. “Well done, girls. I was hoping you would consummate your friendship at some point, but I'm afraid you broke the rules while

doing it. Pets don't know any better, but I expect more of you, Nicolette. Tie the pet up and come with me."

The bunny whimpered, tears of fear coming to her eyes, but she did as she was told, affixing Melissa's leash to a hook on the wall that would otherwise look decorative using a padlock supplied by the fox. However, she didn't securely latch the lock, leaving Melissa free to move once she was left alone. Nicolette padded fearfully after her master, wincing when he called for Stacey, telling the wolf to “Bring the kit."

Melissa didn't know what he was referring to, but doubted it would be entirely pleasant for the bunny. She would try to make the sacrifice worth it. As soon as they hit the stairs she was off, dashing to the fox's office. She had a mental checklist of everything she needed to do. It would be catastrophic to botch the operation.

First step, disable the pen device. She unzipped the small leather pouch and took out the strange pen thing that she was pretty sure was an automatic injector, tunable to different settings. She hadn't seen any spares for the device, only simple syringes with accompanying needles. Presumably he'd have to go back to old tech if his preferred method was broken. She twisted the dial on the bottom until it stopped, then cranked it harder, hearing a satisfying snap inside the thing. A few drops of fluid leaked out. Yep, it was fucked.

Next, sabotage the supply. It really was fortunate that insulin was clear. She opened the mini-fridge and took out the first bottle. It was a simple, if lengthy process to use one of the backup syringes to empty the bottle out. It took several rounds of filling the syringe and spraying it into the corner. Similarly, collecting some spring water from one of the bottles that also populated the fridge proved trivial. Melissa filled the insulin bottle to its previous level, then took out the spare insulin bottle that was there. Couldn't have him screwing up the plan by using the wrong stuff.

She was momentarily distracted by a loud yelp from Nicolette, audible even from a different floor. On one hand, it pained her to hear the bunny in pain, knowing she had put her in that situation, but on the other hand it meant the fox and wolf were still busy with her, giving Melissa the time she needed.

The other insulin bottle was full, so it took longer to empty it out and replace its contents. Melissa's heart beat fast as she replaced everything where she had found it, wracking her memory to make sure the placement was perfect. Then she ran back to the room she had been tied up, hooked her leash back on the wall hook, and securely latched the lock. She was safe. Safe to hear the second cry of pain from upstairs, followed by softer whimpering, unable to do anything to help her companion. What were they doing to her?

Melissa got her answer shortly. The fox appeared first, followed by a grinning Stacey, and then Nicolette. The bunny was no longer wearing her skimpy top, for very obvious reasons. Both her nipples were freshly pierced, bright silver rings hanging from each stiff nub. In addition, thick silver chains ran from each ring into the waistband of her skirt, meeting in the center and making a V shape. It didn't take much imagination to figure out where the other ends were attached. Nicolette hunched over slightly,

leaving a small amount of slack in the chains. It looked like standing up straight would pull the chains tight, putting pressure on some very sensitive places. Melissa winced in sympathy. It was rough, but they looked like ordinary metal rings. Easy enough to remove once the fox was out of the way, unlike her own, which would be with her for life.

She tried to convey apology and reassurance to Nicolette with a glance, but didn't know how well it worked.

The fox walked over and unlocked her, smiling more than he had any right to. “What a patient pet. Didn't even try to pleasure herself while I was away." He scratched between her ears. “We might need to get some chains for you, as well. I think they really make a statement. I wonder if I can get them permanently installed like your rings."

Melissa hissed. He would never get the chance. All she had to do was keep her cool and wait for him to start to get sick. She'd get an opportunity and exploit it. Stacey was the only wild card. Would she try to help their owner, or relish the chance to be free herself? The wolf seemed to enjoy her position of privilege, so Melissa vowed to be on her guard when things started to go down.

She didn't know how long it would take for things to go bad for the fox, but hopefully it would be quick enough to avoid having him get medical help. The hope helped her through the rest of the day and the next. She barely hid her smile when she heard him curse before she was brought in for lunch the first day. No doubt he had just discovered his broken injector. When she did see him, he was rubbing his thigh and looking sour. Melissa focused on eating her bland cat chow, imagining her first real meal when she got out, not letting the fox see how happy she was.

After that, he took her again. Now that he had sampled her pussy, he seemed to only want that. He began by eating her out again, with such skill that Melissa thought she might almost miss that. Then again, her opinion of his skills was suspect given her enhanced sensitivity. It might be that anyone could make her cum fast and hard. She'd definitely find out, but with a partner of her own choosing.

After he drank his fill from her, he fucked her again. As before, he tied with her, and she felt the wonderful and revolting sensation of his cum flowing into her, locked inside by his swollen knot. She hoped the look of hatred she gave him ruined the moment for him.

The fox cleaned himself up, but forbid her from doing the same. For the rest of the day she felt his cum slowly leak around the toy that had been reinserted in her. Occasionally he would notice a spot she left on the floor and make her lick it up. He was starting to grow more harsh toward her, but she didn't mind. She'd be getting her satisfaction soon enough. Besides, the taste was still delicious enough to overpower her disgust at licking it off the floor.

By dinner time of the second day after Melissa's sabotage, the fox seemed more tired than usual. He weakly petted Melissa as she knelt beside his chair. “You must

have worn me out earlier, pet. Impressive."

She hoped he took her grin for a sign of pride.

During dinner he drank down four glasses of water. After downing the last, he looked at the empty glass and frowned. Melissa wasn't done with her meal yet, but the fox sent her away anyway. He called to Nicolette with an unusual tremor in his voice and had her take Melissa to the other room.

The bunny whispered in her ear. “Is it working?"

Melissa looked around carefully and nodded, not wanting to give anything away to anyone with sensitive hearing. That let her hear the fox curse from the other room, followed by a mutter that sounded like, “That was close."

He returned and sighed in relief, forcing a smile on his face as he saw his two servants close together. “Comparing piercings, ladies? I'd be happy to make you two match if you're feeling jealous, Nicolette."

The bunny whimpered and shook her head. “No Master. I-I'm fine as I am, thank you."

Her owner shrugged. “Perhaps one day. Just ask Melissa how much she likes her toy." He walked forward and pressed his palm on her crotch, making her hiss at the sudden shock it sent through her.

Nicolette averted her eyes, whining softly. “I don't know how well it would work for me."

For her part, Melissa didn't think she'd enjoy the corset piercing much, either. It didn't seem to be laced that tight on Nicolette, but any more metal in her was entirely unwelcome. She glared at the fox. “I'd be happy to help you get a few piercings. I know just where to start, too."

He laughed at her. “I'm just fine, I think." With a long yawn and a stretch, he took Melissa's leash back. “I think it's an early night for me, pet. I could use a bed warmer, as well. Come along."

Melissa mouthed another apology to Nicolette as she was led off, the bunny nodding and turning to clear the table. She still hunched a bit to keep the chains from tugging her clit. Melissa imagined what it would feel like to have a sudden pull on that ring and shuddered. With the way her own felt when played with, a strong tug would probably immobilize her with an combination of orgasm and blinding pain, and she had no desire to feel that.

She almost didn't mind sharing his bed that night. It meant she got a front row seat to any changes in his condition. Not much happened in the night, but when they woke in the morning, the fox was in a terrible mood. He immediately locked her to the wall and stumbled off, returning several minutes later sucking on his finger and looking nervous. He collected her leash and took her downstairs, where she was again put in Nicolette's care.

The bunny was again without her skimpy top. There probably wasn't enough slack in the chains to wear the top and not get her clit pulled on all day. Nicolette looked worried at the fox's behavior, and her nervousness only rose when Stacey arrived from the direction of the fox's office.

The wolf looked stern. “Master, I really think something's up. You shouldn't take chances with your—"

He cut her off with an angry growl, casting a glance to Melissa and Nicolette. “It's under control! And do I need to remind you that you are not immune from punishments? You've earned some leeway, but don't forget that you're wearing a collar."

Stacey raised an eyebrow, then averted her eyes submissively. “Of course, Master. My apologies." She walked off, heading out the front door on some unexplained chore.

The fox turned to the two remaining servants. “Nicolette, I would like some breakfast. Pancakes I think." His words were calm, but there was a manic, nervous tone to his voice, that of a man close to the edge for some unknown reason.

Nicolette jumped, keying on the strangeness. “Not your usual bacon and eggs?"

The fox grabbed her chains and yanked up hard.

The bunny screamed in agony and dropped to her knees as the fox released her, hands jumping to her abused crotch. Tears filled her eyes as she whimpered softly. It was all Melissa could do to avoid attacking the fox right then.

He stared coldly at the black rabbit. “No. Pancakes." Again his simple words belied the unsettling tone he delivered them with.

Nicolette got shakily to her feet. “Y-yes, Master." She slowly stumbled off, wincing with each short step, holding onto the wall with one hand for balance.

When he turned to Melissa she didn't know what to expect, but a violent jerk on her leash as he stalked to the dining room was light compared to what Nicolette had received.

The poor maid was still silently crying as she delivered the meal, taking very short steps to set the plate of pancakes and syrup in front of the fox. He ate them down with a snarl, pausing only briefly to rub his stomach as if he was in pain. When finished he simply left Melissa where she was and walked back to his office.

Melissa began to worry about her plan. She expected him to get sick, which seemed to be happening, but she had no idea whether it was typical for people to go fucking crazy when they didn't get their insulin. Despite the risk of punishment, she moved to the kitchen, where she saw Nicolette leaning against a counter.

The bunny had one hand under her skirt and very gently touched herself. She hissed sharply and removed her hand, looking at it. There was a spot of blood on her finger.

Melissa went to her side. “Oh gods, I'm sorry. I didn't expect this."

Nicolette shook her head. “It will be worth it. I should heal ok... I don't think this is only because of what you did. At least, not directly. He was almost like this before he went to get you. Not so angry, but really nervous and on edge. I don't think he likes being around other people who aren't slaves, and he thinks he might have to do it again in order to get help."

That explained a lot. The house was bigger than could effectively be cleaned by a single maid, no matter how good Nicolette was, so there really should have been more people around if the fox was reasonable. If the only people the fox was really comfortable around were his servants, and they were kept to a minimum, it would explain how lonely the place was.

Melissa nodded. “I can believe it. Just try and get through this, ok? And..." She gulped and looked around the kitchen for a weapon. A random selection from a butcher block of knives did the job and she set it on the counter by the bunny. “Be ready to finish it if you have to."

Nicolette whimpered and nodded. “I'll try, but I can't promise."

The fox burst into the kitchen, tossing a used syringe to the side as he went, rushing up to Melissa and grabbing her leash. He silently dragged her out the living room, almost choking her with the first sudden yank. “Don't try to hide from me, slut. Especially not when I'm in need of attention." He shoved her down to the floor and undid his pants, freeing his floppy penis. “Suck it, bitch."

Melissa braced herself for the compulsion to take over, but it didn't. The flaccid cock simply did nothing for her.

Her hesitation earned her a slap across the face. “Now!"

She yelped and took him in her mouth, finding the act incredibly distasteful without her brainwashing helping. His musk was still alluring, but there was nothing fun about trying to work his small cock to hardness without feeling any sort of affection at all toward him.

It was even worse when she realized she was failing. Whatever she could think of to try and tease him from his sheath didn't work, and she could sense him growing more frustrated.

Eventually he growled loudly and shoved her to the side. The fox released her leash and stormed off up the steps. “Fuck! I need a shower. Not clean. Go play with your fuckbunny friend or something." He halted for a moment and held his stomach, groaning.

Melissa watched him go, amazed. He was really losing it. She had a hard choice, now. Follow and keep an eye on him, or stay back and wait for things to get worse.

She chose to follow, figuring Nicolette seemed to be ok for the moment at least. Stopping at the door to the fox's bedroom, she listened carefully, hearing the fox retching from the bathroom. He didn't get much quality time with those pancakes before

losing them.

She left once she heard the shower start. The job was nearly done. She went back down to the kitchen to comfort Nicolette and wait.

An hour passed. Nicolette dug out a first aid kit and tended to herself with some quick heal. Melissa offered to help her remove the nipple rings, but the rabbit declined, not wanting to do anything to cross the fox until he was clearly out of the picture.

Melissa again crept up the stairs and listened at the door. The shower was still running. She opened the door and peered in, just as the fox stumbled out of the bathroom, soaking wet, clutching his stomach.

He saw Melissa looking in, and caught her gaze with wild eyes. “You! You did something. What the fuck was it?" He stumbled over to the dresser and fished in one of the drawers.

Melissa held up her hands. “No, I didn't do anything!"

The fox pulled a small, black handgun from the drawer and pointed it at Melissa. He held it in his shaky right hand, gripping his stomach with the left.

She froze, suddenly wishing she had actually checked his dresser for anything useful. Who keeps a gun with their socks?

He jabbed at her with the gun. “You were fuckin' expensive, but I will kill you. What did you do?" His eyes were wild, shifting around as if looking for hidden threats.

Melissa gulped. There was no way she could get to him and disarm him before he fired, but talking him down was unlikely to be effective either. “I don't know, really!"

“Liar!" And then he shot her.

Even with a shaking hand, his aim was true. Pain blossomed from the left side of Melissa's chest, knocking the wind from her and spinning her to the ground. She gasped for breath, unable to fill her lungs. She was alive for the moment, but she didn't know how bad she was injured. It sure hurt like a motherfucker. Wasn't it supposed to stop hurting if you were dying?

Melissa coughed, trying to get her breath back, but the fox was already above her, pointing the gun at her face. She writhed in place, unable to move her limbs. All she could do was close her eyes and scrunch up her face, waiting for the end. She had been so close!

The shot didn't come. A thud beside her made her open her eyes. The fox had fallen forward limply, and was laying beside her, breathing shallowly. His breath had a vague fruity scent.

Melissa slowly raised up on one arm, enough to get a glimpse of the handle of a knife sticking from the fox's back. She turned her head to see Nicolette standing there, hugging her arms to her chest.

The bunny was staring straight ahead, muttering to herself. “I-I-I... He was going to... I couldn't..."

Melissa patted her chest, wincing as she touched her wound. Her hand came up bloody, and there was a trickle of red running down her white fur, but her breath was starting to come easier. She felt a strange momentary disappointment that the shot hadn't hit one of her stripes and screwed up the coloring job the tiger had been so proud of.

The pain seemed to be localized to her breast. She slowly got to her knees as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Stacey.

The wolf burst into the room and took in the scene: the fox near death, collapsed on the floor. Melissa slowly rising to her knees, moving to pull the knife from his back. Nicolette backing up against the wall, staring without seeing. “Holy shit," Stacey muttered.

Melissa retrieved the knife, the seven inch blade red with blood. She got one foot up and tried to stand. She wasn't bleeding as badly as she would have expected, but hadn't yet recovered from the blow. “Don't...try anything."

Stacey held up her hands, and spoke with an accent she had never displayed before. “Whoa whoa. Hold up there, kitten. You may have the wrong idea about me." Despite her reassuring words, she knelt down to pick up the handgun that had fallen from the fox's grip when he went down.

It would be impossible to get to her with the knife before she got a shot off, but Melissa still held it up. “I'll do it to you too."

The wolf laughed. “I think we both know who did him, and it wasn't you, kitten." She raised the gun.

Melissa braced herself to try a desperate jump, either out of the way or toward Stacey, but the shot came too fast. Blood and other sticky bits sprayed across Melissa's legs, and she hissed, but none of it was hers. She looked down in shock. Stacey had shot the fox in the head. It was over.

The cat stared, mouth open. “I don't..."

Stacey shrugged. “You beat me to it."

Melissa dropped the knife, using her hand to press at the wound on her breast. It would really be a good idea to stop that bleeding soon, but she didn't think she'd die. Bulletproof breasts. The big things were good for something. “But, you..." She whimpered. Talking still hurt.

Stacey shook her head. “You thought I liked him. Honey, I was just running with him until he became too much trouble. This ain't a bad life if you're trusted like me. Granted, it was pretty shitty for you, but that wasn't my problem. Well, it wasn't until you started fucking with him. What did you do to his drugs?"

Melissa shivered. “Swapped 'em with water." Her head spun with the pace of events. “Now what?"

The wolf shrugged. “I'll dig that bullet out of your tit, and then I don't give a fuck what you do. Stay and be my pet, or try to go back to your old life looking like you do. I've been running all his shit for a year now, and I can keep it going, easy. Asshole was a fuckin' recluse and made me talk to all his contacts. Nobody will know he's dead for quite a while."

Stay or go? Melissa was feeling very tired. The crash of coming off adrenaline was brutal. And damn was her breast hurting. “I'll leave. And I want to take Nicolette." The rabbit was curled up against the wall, silently crying.

Stacey nodded. “Sure. I'll miss having a chance to play with you more, but I can admit you earned it." She nodded at Nicolette. “And I'll sure as hell miss her cooking."

Even through her pain and shock, Melissa felt a pang of jealousy. All she'd ever had was the pet food. “You said you could fix me up?"

The wolf nodded. “Sure, sure. You aren't gonna bleed out, but I can see how being shot would be disconcerting."

Melissa followed Stacey into the bathroom. She felt bad leaving Nicolette for the moment, especially in the same room as the gruesome corpse of the fox, but she needed to care for herself first.

The removal of the bullet was easier than she expected. It had penetrated only an inch into Melissa's breast before being stopped by the artificial flesh. That's not to say it didn't hurt like a bitch when Stacey took the tweezers to it. "Fuck!" At least her voice was back to normal after recovering from the impact. Her hands, however, still shook with releasing tension. She was glad Stacey was doing the removal.

The wolf looked appreciatively at the deformed bullet. "Impressive. This hole could probably use a stitch or two, but that's beyond me even if we had the supplies."

Melissa pressed a gauze pad to herself. It was too late to protect her white chest fur from a red stain, but it would help stop the bleeding. She'd probably end up with a scar, but that paled in comparison to the other souvenirs she'd be taking home from this experience.

After a thorough cleaning for Melissa's legs, they returned to the bedroom, finding Nicolette curled up against the wall, facing away from the fox's corpse. Still trembling slightly, Melissa gently took the rabbit's hands and guided her to her feet.

Nicolette showed almost no emotion as they headed to the ground floor. She whimpered slightly from time to time, but didn't speak. The bunny seemed willing to be led anywhere.

Melissa thought for a moment about getting some spare clothes from either Stacey or Nicolette, but neither was likely to have anything to fit over her chest, given how tight their outfits always were. She was used to walking around naked anyway.

At some point she would have to search the fox's body to find the key to the toy in her pussy, and she really wasn't looking forward to that.

Sitting on the couch, hugging the slowly recovering rabbit, it finally sank in for Melissa that the worst of her ordeal was over. She still had the body of a sexpot, several inconvenient piercings, and some mental compulsions she really hoped she could get rid of somehow, but there was no longer anyone in direct control of her. She laid her head on Nicolette's shoulder and started crying, almost missing it when the rabbit started hugging her back.

Stacey looked at them for a moment, then scoffed and turned around. “Wow, you two have your fucking moment. I'll go arrange for your ride."

Epilogue

The slim lynx whimpered as the tiger finished the last injection. Her body felt like a pincushion with everything the doctor had put in her. The shots covered her entire body, from feet to shoulders, with special attention to her hips and breasts. She didn't know what that crazy silvery stuff was, but it couldn't be good. The tiger hadn't told her what it was for, and she couldn't decide whether she wanted to know or not. She had long since ceased trying to struggle against the leather restraints holding her to the oddly- shaped table. With tears in her eyes, she pleaded with him to stop. “Please. What are you doing?"

The tiger hummed softly. “Well, your owner isn't paying for your session here to be recorded, and she left no instructions on how we were to go about it, so it's entirely up to me whether I answer your question. However, I think it will be more fun as a surprise, don't you?"

The restrained girl whined again. What a twisted opinion of fun this guy had. She opened her mouth to complain again when, unbelievably, his cell phone started ringing. The ringtone cut in with a samba drum beat before a male voice sang, “Please allow me to introduce myself..."

Startled, the tiger pulled the phone from his pocket and glanced at the caller ID as it continued to ring. “I could have sworn I silenced this. Good thing we're not recording." He tapped a button and held the phone to his ear. “Miss Stacey! Wonderful to hear from you again. I trust your master is enjoying his purchase?"

Even as he talked, the doctor used his free hand to pull a strange-looking device with a dish-shaped attachment closer to the lynx. As he positioned it, he suddenly laughed, presumably in response to the person on the other end of the phone. A moment later he controlled himself and apologized, “I'm sorry for my moment of mirth there, but I suspected something like that might happen. I must remind you on behalf of my employer that security is the responsibility of the purchaser, and your master did request that she remain rather strong willed. May I ask how she managed her escape?" He picked up one of the syringes he had emptied into the lynx and silently read a number off the side.

The lynx struggled at her bonds for a moment. Somehow the strange doctor's ability to have a friendly conversation even while he did unknown things to her was even creepier than his direct attention. She didn't like the look of the device pointed at her, either, even if it was just aimed at her feet.

The tiger paused his adjusting of some esoteric dials, looking mildly surprised. “Really? And she wasn't stopped by that? We are definitely not charging enough for that mod. The provider will be extremely pleased with the results of such a test. Do you happen to know the caliber of the weapon?"

Weapon calibers? What the hell kind of buyers did these people supply to? The lynx knew she was to be sold as a sex slave, but she certainly wasn't expecting combat. In her shock, she almost missed the tiger flipping a switch on the strange device. A sudden warmth built in her legs from the knees down.

After turning the device on, the doctor kept a close eye on his watch. “Remarkable. But I am distracting you away from business. Are you perhaps calling to order a replacement for a certain fiery feline?" His watch marked some interval and he quickly switched the machine off. “Of course. If a product didn't make all of its users happy, we wouldn't have done our job properly. Will he be stopping by to make a selection again?" He retrieved another syringe and checked the label, adjusting the machine to match.

The lynx only grew more confused. The machine had done something, but she couldn't see her legs to check. In a few seconds, the device was aimed higher, toward her thighs.

The tiger flipped the machine on once more. “That's no problem at all. Delivery is included for free when requested. I think we have an item in stock that resembles your departed one. Would you like all the same mods? I would again recommend that with breasts of that size you go for the lactation option. It only seems right, and might help slow her down a little bit if she tries to escape."

The return of the strange heat almost distracted the lynx from the tiger's conversation. The things he was saying disturbed her, but it might give her some insight into what was happening. As it was, she shuddered at the thought of being given large, milky breasts. She liked being slim, and worked hard to stay that way. She squirmed a bit in discomfort, feeling her fluffy thighs rub together, and froze. With her legs restrained as they were, it should be impossible for her thighs to touch. And did she feel an extra pressure of her rear against the table? She pleaded with the tiger further, “Please don't do this. I like the way I looked."

With a sigh, the tiger commented to the phone, “One second, please." He turned the machine off and faced the lynx. “Now, Ms. Vann, I realize you might feel neglected at the moment, but it's very rude to interrupt someone's phone call. I'll focus on you in a second, but I'm very busy, so I can't stop your conversion for this."

The lynx sobbed, barely seeing through tear-filled eyes as the tiger adjusted the machine again, pointing the dish at her torso.

He turned it on before continuing his conversation. “Wonderful, I think you'll really enjoy that option. While we cannot offer you any compensation for your escaped product, you will get our loyalty discount on this and any future purchases."

Now that she knew what the heat meant, the lynx couldn't help but cry softly as she felt it across her upper half, with particular concentration in her small breasts. At least, they started out small. With each sob they jiggled slightly more, swelling to a heavy weight on her chest. She didn't bother complaining. The tiger obviously didn't care what she felt.

The doctor smiled and nodded as he switched the evil fattening device off for the last time. How could he look so happy about what he was doing? The person he was talking to might not even suspect he was making a sex slave during their conversation. “Oh, don't worry about that. We've relocated since she was our guest. Believe me, we know about security."

He walked over to the lynx and looked her up and down, looking satisfied. As he listened to the phone he gave her gentle pinches down her body, seeing how much pudge he could grab between two fingers.

The lynx had never felt that before, and sniffled as she tried to imagine what she looked like now.

At last the doctor seemed satisfied, turning away from her to finish his call. “Yes, adding cooking skill is no problem. I believe we have all of your contact information on file. Any changes?" While he talked, he pulled the dish machine back into a corner. “Excellent. I'll contact you when it's time to arrange delivery. Thank you for your continued patronage."

He slipped the phone back into his pocket and turned back to the lynx. “Sorry about that, but you did turn out quite well while I was conversing with that client. Here, have a look." There was a tall mirror against the wall. Like most of the furniture in the room it was mounted on casters, and the tiger quickly positioned it in front of the lynx.

She whined softly. Her slim figure was gone, hidden under a layer of fat that covered her entire body. Her breasts and hips were especially jiggly. How could that happen so quickly?

The doctor smiled widely. “This is just a base. Your metabolism has been altered so that it will be much easier for you to gain weight, but no matter how much you exercise, this bit of softness will never come off. You look quite cuddly. I'm fairly proud of my work." Leaving the mirror where it was, he fetched an odd looking helmet from a shelf and carried it over to the lynx. “Now for the second half of the process. I'd suggest you enjoy it, but you won't have any choice."

The lynx cried softly as it was placed on her head.