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Sophie came to quickly, her arms screaming from the tension of her limp body. She flinched, the dull buzzing of yelling growing louder and louder until she could hardly bear it. The stallion untied her hands, leading her back down the catwalk. She flushed at the chorus of whistles that followed, the crowd admiring a perfect view of her shapely, cream-colored ass.

Her legs trembled, both from terror-fueled adrenaline as well as the exhaustion that followed unconsciousness. She stumbled after the horse, unable to do much besides. She certainly didn't want to be dragged out. It was unseemly, and whatever they did to her she was still a Strong lioness.

She resisted, ears flat, when the horse grabbed her by the jaw, but his grip was strong enough to break it if he wanted to. He held it open easily, and fitted her with a large gag. It held her jaws open, leaving her mouth agape. She began to drool immediately. Out came the hood, and she sighed as he pulled it back over her head. She was awfully tired of being blind. Finally, her hands were bound behind her. Again.

The leather collar remained, and to her embarrassment he used it to guide her again. The hush of the crowd fell away behind her; he fastened her close to a wall, where she huddled with other animals that she couldn't see. They all stank of fear.

It was hours before anybody came for her. Her legs trembled, muscles shot from standing for so long. Her leash was tied too close to somewhere above her head for her to sit. The best that she could do was lean against the wall.

"Number seventy three, grab her. Here's the receipt." Sophie snarled as her leash was yanked. "Leave the gag and the binds, I don't need the hood." She was relieved to feel the leather disappear from her head, and finally faced the male that had apparently purchased her.

It was...a ram. Her eyes narrowed hatefully as she assessed him, sizing him up for possible escape. He was large, extremely large for his kind. He was very tall, as well as muscular. He had stereotypically delicate features that were almost unnaturally framed by massive, curly black horns. He was dressed impeccably; his charcoal suit was beautifully tailored, and set off his coat very well. His fur was curly, white, and short; navy blue eyes stared her down.

She hissed through the gag.

Her rebellion was met with a wry smile, and a tug on her leash. She resisted with what little strength she had, but it wasn't much. She stumbled after the large ram, growling low in her throat. She didn't know what had happened over the last week, but she was sure as hell going to find out.

He led her to a discreet limousine, ducking and pulling her inside behind him. She was too tired to fight being yanked in, but she sustained a low growl the entire time. He seated himself comfortably; holding her tightly by the collar, he guided her onto the floor at his feet. Sophie did fight that, but he overwhelmed her with pure strength; forced to the floor, she could do little but hiss.

"You probably have a lot of questions," he said, laughing a little. "Honestly, I don't care much for political talk. You'll have to figure all that out yourself. My name is Liam Whitewool, but it's Master to you. Don't worry. I don't expect you to submit so soon. I really just want to tell you about the fail safes that are in place, for your training purposes." His hand stroked her head gently. She maintained tension on the leash, leaning away from his touch angrily. His other hand went to his dress pants, unbuttoning them with a few twists. Her anger fled in the face of shock, and her growl died.

He drew out a long, thick cock, a beautiful ebony black dick with a tapered head. Sophie stared in horror as he stroked the length, a drop of creamy pre oozing from the tip. Her eyes turned from rage to pleading in an instant, head whipping back and forth in flat refusal. Her teeth clenched around the hard metal of the ring gag, grinding painfully, but there was simply no give.

"Might as well introduce you now," said Liam, shrugging. He pulled her forward, overcoming her resistance with force. Her eyes clenched shut as the cock invaded her mouth, pushing over her long, textured tongue. He groaned quietly.

"Alright. Your training chips." He grunted slightly, his grip on her head tightening as she tried frantically to push him out with her tongue. Sophie could dimly hear him, most of her focus going towards ejecting the salty invader. She gagged hard, wondering if she would vomit. He gasped, both hands grabbing the back of her head and forcing it even farther into her tight throat.

"You have several," he panted, regaining some control. With one hand, he held the gagging lioness down, her accommodatingly wet mouth soaking his cock in a hot bath. With the other, he withdrew a phone. "One is embedded in your clit, one is in your neck, and one is in an organ. I won't tell you which. I can access all of them from my phone, to adjust settings."

Sophie heard a click, and she began to struggle again. There was a warmth bathing her body, emanating tantalizingly from her female folds. She shuddered, the pleasure quickly overwhelming her. It felt better than sex with Dominic ever had, even better than touching herself had ever felt. Her eyes rolled back slightly, and she didn't notice when Liam began to thrust into her mouth.

"This is edge mode," laughed Liam darkly. He held her head still as he thrust up into her wet mouth. It wasn't the best blowjob, but it certainly was a sloppy one. He groaned, enjoying her tongue on the underside of his cock. It writhed as she began to hump at the air.

Sophie fought less and less as her pleasure heightened. She moaned around the thick cock, drooling profusely on it. She realized at some point that she couldn't bite at the gag anymore, but honestly she had stopped caring. Nothing was as important as that growing heat, the tingling wetness that began to drip down her thighs. It became harder and harder to focus as her world shrank down to a sexual haze. Her willpower slipped away, and she considered just giving in...

No! She snapped back, suddenly jerking free of his hands, a snarl ripping from her throat. His surprised eyes met hers, and she lashed out with a clawed kick, only to find that her claws had been filed at some point. They were dulled down to harmless nubs.

"Yes! There's the wildcat I bought!" laughed the ram, checking his leg for blood. She hadn't even broken the skin...he leapt forward suddenly, and his head cracked into hers. The pain was unimaginable; she fell backwards instantly, stars blinding her. She nearly blacked out. As her back hit the floor, he readjusted his leap and landed himself onto her chest, knocking the air out of her. Breathless and stunned, Sophie could do little when he mounted her mouth yet again, and this time fucked it hard.

Sophie's eyes teared, unable to escape the rough mouth fucking. With the floor at her back and his thighs on either side of her head, there was little that she could do to resist it. She could only submit and accept the black cock that surged in and out of her mouth, glistening with saliva.

To her embarrassment, the teasing continued as well. She clenched her fists, unable to stop herself from enjoying it; the device was just too good. It rubbed, bounced, and vibrated against her clit, drawing her close up to the edge of climax and then easing her back down. It was absolutely mind numbing, and accompanied by the musky scent of Liam's cock, it was overwhelming.

She gagged around his girth, hearing him groan in pleasure above her, his balls slapping against her chin. Her stomach churned as she gagged, vomit rising, but her throat was too tightly plugged for anything to come out. She couldn't believe that a...an herbivore was breeding her mouth! She blushed hard, imagining what her father would say. And such a common breed...he could easily have been a gardener at her estate. Her ears flattened with shame, the insides bright red.

The worst part of all was being forced to enjoy it. She struggled against the endless stimulation, but there was nothing to push away, no way to make it stop.

He grabbed her by the ears, pulling her to the root of his dick. Her nose pressed into his curly pubic hair, her throat convulsing around the invader. He enjoyed the squeezing immensely, and within seconds he was groaning and humping in shallow thrusts against her mouth. Sophie kicked and fought, her breath running out as he humped against her face, breeding her mouth hard. He finally pulled out. She had been spared the act of tasting his cum, he had been too deep, but she was sure that that moment wasn't too far behind.

Breathing heavily, he stood and pulled his dress pants back up. Sophie remained on the floor, crying and gagging quietly. She had never felt so used in her entire life. And the stupid chip wouldn't leave her alone either; it continued to tease her relentlessly.

"Not bad, kitten," huffed Liam, sitting back on the cushions. "Could be better. We'll train you up, don't worry." Sophie sat up slowly, sniffling and glowering. "But anyways, your chips. That one you've got going now, that's controlled by my phone. You're set to edge during the day, then at night you'll get some rest time while they recharge. You'll get small breaks when you make me cum, so any time you willingly come to me to suck me off, I'll turn it off for a few hours. But I want to see some effort and enthusiasm. A half-assed blowjob won't get you any breaks."

Sophie listened, but escape buzzed dominantly in her mind.

"And when you want to cum, that's when you come to me and ask me to fuck you." Her lips curled, baring her teeth around the gag. She would die before she succumbed willingly to him in that way.

"The chip in your jaw is to keep you from misbehaving. The men of the house are allowed at your cute mouth; if they penetrate your pussy or ass, it's a breach of contract, and they'll face severe consequences. But that chip is to keep you from accidentally biting or scraping any cocks that come near it, so you'll definitely get lots of practice. For your first few days we'll leave the gag in. That should settle any debate on whether you're safe for the staff to use. The chip inside of you is a tracking and incapacitating chip. It's set deeper inside of you. If you reach the borders of the house, it will stun you while the security receives an alert to your location. When they get you, they'll have plenty of time to make you sorry for inconveniencing them. I've also given security permission to stretch that little asshole if they catch you trying to escape, so it's really in your best interest to behave."

Sophie sat on the floor, breathing hard in heated rage and refusing to meet her captor's eyes. He couldn't be serious! All of that stuff he was suggesting...it was fucking disgusting! He was a giant pervert! He just couldn't be serious!

"Now, good behavior will get you better living conditions. You'll start out a bit spoiled. You'll lose privileges as you continue to rebel. But I'll enjoy breaking you, so feel free to do so as you please. I'll punish you accordingly." He sounded much too pleased as he said this. Sophie felt revulsion rise in her as his pants got tight again.

The car slowed, and finally stopped. They had arrived. The driver opened the door, and Sophie emerged...to see her own estate. Her own house, surrounded by sprawling gardens and forests, the beautiful mansion in the heart of the Carolinas...she felt tears well up as she stared at her childhood home. Did that mean...!? Was her father...was this all a trick?

"You really don't know anything, do you?" laughed Liam, handing her off to a raccoon standing beside the car. Sophie's brow furrowed. The recognized this male! He was her father's head butler! As their eyes met he sneered at her, his gaze slowly crawling down her nude form. Sophie blushed, and shouted angry, worthless sounds through the gag, turning slightly away so as to shield her body from his small, yellow eyes.

They walked in together, Liam leading the small party and the nasty old raccoon yanking on her leash. Sophie wanted badly to run, but her desire to see what had happened to her family was even stronger. She followed, albeit reluctantly.

Upon entering the main hall, the first thing that they saw was a mouse and a young bull...fucking a table? Sophie's eyebrows raised, totally confused. They were quite vigorously humping what appeared to be a table, shouting and cursing at it. Her eyes traveled down, and horror chilled her. It wasn't exactly a table. It was one of her childhood friends, Ashley Quick, a young abyssinian cat with beautiful green eyes and a soft, curvaceous body. She was severely bound around her elbows and knees, her feet and hands locked into a base stand and her body serving as the trunk of the table. Straps wound around her body, forcing her back into a tight bow, ass presented up to whoever happened across her. Atop her back was the dark wood surface of the table, balanced across her head and ass. Both males were gripping the surface of the table, which was tightly attached to the straps on her body, and were rocking their hips hard, driving two wildly different cocks into her.

The mouse had Ashley by the head, and he was fucking her mouth fast and deep, forcing her to take him to the root. He would stop once in a while to try to stuff his balls in through the ring gag, slapping her cheeks left and right and then drawing back to allow her a breath before going back to violent fucking. Ashley mewled helplessly whenever she could, but that was the extent that she could do. Her expression made it clear to Sophie that she had realized the futility of begging long ago.

The male at her rear was what horrified Sophie. He was a massive young bull, rich chestnut in color and proportionally titanic. He wasn't taunting the young cat, but maintaining a fast and forceful pace, fucking her hard and deep. His cock was absolutely massive, easily as big as Sophie's forearm. Ashley seemed to be crying more in time with that cock than over anything that the mouse was doing, but it was hard to tell. Sophie recognized both males. The mouse had been a kitchen slave; Ashley had more than once asked for him to send up food, answered the door nude, and then called down to the kitchens to have the 'peeping slave' punished. She thought it was hilarious to watch his cock get hard through his dirty pants. Not that she ever would have considered allowing him to touch her. Now he fucked her face freely, and she imagined that this was neither the first nor the last time that he took advantage of the house bitch.

"Yeah, take it you snotty little bitch," he grunted, exactly in tune to Sophie's thoughts. "You little fucking cunt, I bet you're not too good to taste my balls now!" He withdrew, slapping her face with his hard pink cock. He was a little over average, more than enough to gag the cat. He held his cock up, presenting his white-furred balls to the girl. Her tongue dripped obscenely, empty mouth held wide by the gag. "Give me a tongue bath. Lick them real nice, or I'll ask my friend to switch holes. We can give your shitter a nice stretching."

Ashley's eyes visibly widened, and the small pink tongue darted out. She licked quickly and enthusiastically, her tongue bathing the sensitive balls in saliva. They were already dripping from the face-fucking, but he moaned in pleasure at the attention. He presented them to her one at a time, and she bathed each thoroughly. He stuffed them into her mouth, and Sophie could see that Ashley was licking and sucking for all she was worth.

The mouse jerked back, popping his balls from her lips with a lewd smacking sound. Ashley looked up, confused.

"Not bad! That was really good. But punishing house slaves is what we do here. Rex! Switch it up!" Ashley began to scream, the bull fully withdrawing from her tiny pussy and burrowing into her ass. The mouse stuffed his cock back into her mouth and resumed his hard fucking, choking off the sound of her shrill cries.

Siophie registered all of this in less than a minute, horror and nausea rising in her. It battled with the constant stimulation that her pussy was receiving. She turned to see Liam watching her closely, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"She's in a punishment stand. Ashley has two weeks at the stand for biting a servant's cock. After this, her own edging chip will be reset; she gets an orgasm for every 25 cocks that she blows. Regular fucking doesn't count. She'll be totally broken before the end of the month.

An acrid scent filled the air, and Sophie's nose crinkled. Bull and mouse piss. Her eyes drew back, shocked, to the scene. The punishment stand opened a slave to anybody, allowing anything to happen to them. There was nothing that Ashley could do to prevent a servant from pissing in her mouth or ass, and right now she was getting it at both ends. The young cat's face was screwed up in disgust, but she was swallowing as fast as she could.

"Slaves get released from punishment stands at night. Any fluid on the floor has to be cleaned up," laughed Liam, taking Sophie's leash and leading her away, finally bored with the scene. Sophie had the sinking feeling that he didn't mean with a mop.

"Don't worry. That won't happen to you," he said, much to her relief. It was to be shot rather quickly though. "Your ass and pussy are off limits for the time being, while you're getting trained up. I'd have those covered up." Sophie's heart sank. So she could still end up in a punishment stand, drinking cum and piss for days and days.

Her eyes darted back and forth as they walked, trying to see if any of her relatives were still here. As far as she knew, it was just her, servants that she recognized, and Ashley. There could be more, but it wasn't like Liam was going to give her a full house tour. She would have to find them on her own time.

He led her into her own room. It had, however, been wildly changed. None of her old furniture remained. Her bed, dressers, vanities, desk, stools, all of it was gone. Even the wallpaper had been changed. It looked...sultry. Her bed had been replaced with a large cushion in the center back of the room, surrounded by smaller cushions. It was incredibly comfortable looking, as well as inviting. The lights had been replaced with dim chandeliers, and mirrors were mounted on every wall, as well as the ceiling. Sophie blushed and refused to think about their purpose. The curtains on the windows had been replaced with longer, thicker red ones. The entire room was enticing, erotic, inviting...everything that she didn't want it to be.

"Your clothes have been changed out," said Liam, unclipping the leash from her leather collar. "You're allowed to wear whatever you want from the closet. If you layer them, I'll consider that a breach of trust, and you'll lose clothing privileges. Your edging chip will turn off at ten. Breakfast is at seven a.m. I will get morning head at six, and we can walk down together. Be prepared to be stopped by the staff, especially if you're naked, so plan ahead. I think you know where I'm sleeping." He gave her a cheeky wink before shutting and bolting the door behind him.

Sophie stood, totally stunned, for several minutes. Everything that had happened was churning in her mind, ranging from the rape in the limo to the horrible scene at the front of the house. Her staff, staring at Ms. Strong's totally nude body...

Sophie choked back a sob, sinking to the floor. Her arms wrapped around herself as she trembled, mind tripping over the horror. Something terrible had happened, but she had no idea what it could be. Every slave that she had seen...they'd all been predators. But her father said that the uprising would never happen. She was sure that it wouldn't have been that subtle! How could she not know?

She stayed on the floor, hating the stimulating chip inside of her. It caused her to drip constantly, her puffy pussy lips aching to be filled. She cried even as she moaned from the attention. She was so, so close! The deep ache was unbearable!

Her hand drifted south, wanting to slake that hunger so she could focus on getting out of his nightmare. She rubbed gently, then inserted a finger into her pussy and rocking it back and forth. She bit her lip, eyes rolling back at the sweet sensation. It felt so good, so delicious, finger fucking herself. She added another finger, moaning as the chip worked her over. Hips humping up, she tried to catch that elusive orgasm, the climax that remained tantalizingly above her. She skimmed it, feeling the tingling, clenched muscles signaling that she was about to-

It stopped. Sophie gasped, trying to earn it back. She rubbed faster and harder than before, tried to push herself back to the edge, but it was gone. She panted angrily; it was right there! When she slowed, she realized what the problem was. Her nerve endings had gone totally numb. She rubbed experimentally, but couldn't feel a thing. So, the closer she got to orgasm, the number the nerves in her pussy got.

Frustrated beyond belief, she screamed. Fucking insane perverts! Who would even invent something like this?? She lay on the floor, snarling and thrashing in pure, unbridled rage. She couldn't even have control over her own body.

After a few minutes, the urge to orgasm faded. And with a click, the little buzzer started up again. Sophie felt like crying as the pleasurable warmth returned to her limbs.

Desperate to distract herself, she got up to inspect the closet. It was her old walk-in, but Liam hadn't lied to her. It was totally empty of the clothes that she had owned before. All that she could see was lacy lingerie, see-through harem clothes, and sexy, skimpy dresses. Practical shoes were gone, all replaced by stilettos and boots. Her jewelry cabinet had expanded significantly; it was filled with beautiful new necklaces and bracelets, all genuine stones, all incredibly expensive. Sophie stared, eyes wide. Who was this ram?

Choosing a set of soft harem pants and a matching crop top, she crawled into bed. They might be see-through, but it seemed that nobody would bother her in her room. She checked the clock; only an hour and a half before the teaser would stop.

Sophie began to cry as her fingers worked into her tight, wet pussy.