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Disclaimer: This story is about a society based on organized sex slavery. Though I tried to keep this story as erotica rather than smut, some of the story contains large amounts of sexual situations that could be considered "Hardcore". It goes without saying that this is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. This story is not to be distributed anywhere but Yiffstar.com. If you are reading this from somewhere else, please contact me at [email protected]

Recaptured

Chapter one

Recaptured

It had been months since Tea, a seventeen-year-old fennec fox, had escaped the den of the notorious Oasis Lion Clan. He was lucky to have gotten away and even luckier to have found a safe burrow in the western desert, an area that was almost entirely controlled by the lions.

Free life wasn't exactly easy for the fox though. When he was a slave of the clan, he was at least guaranteed a modest amount of food, but after nearly ten years of treatment in captivity, his hunting skills were more than a little rusty. He couldn't find any companionship in the desert either. In fact, he was probably the only free non-lion morphic creature in the desert. Some days, he wished for nothing more than to be back in the security of an Oasis Clan cage. "Be careful what you wish for", as the saying goes...

"Get back here!" Tea yelled and leaped after the locust, only to end up with another face-full of sand. With a snarl that would be lucky to frighten a kitten, he leapt after the locust again, just in time to watch it leap out of the way. He got to his feet and shook some of the sand out of his fur, stopping to look cross-eyed at the locust he was chasing, now perched on top of his muzzle.

"I've got you now!" He grinned to himself and quickly clamped his paws over his muzzle, blinking as he realized there was nothing under them. Seeing his prey fly off, he quickly started to run after it, sprinting across the sand, always one step too far behind it. Seeing that its wings were starting to get tired, he leaped forward, pouncing on top of the little insect. He panted through a smile as he trapped the locust with his raggedy shirt.

"Finally..." He took a moment to catch his breath, kneeling in the sand with the bug still trapped inside his oversized white shirt. Suddenly, he felt something brush the back of one of his ears. Without thinking, he reached back to swat at the little itch it left, accidentally letting go of his shirt. He scrambled about, eventually landing face-down in the sand again, raising his head to look at the locust that was supposed to be dinner and another one that had struck his ear before.

"You taste better cooked, anyways!" He barked after them, making a little humph before returning his face to the sand. After a bit more rest, he got up and tried to get some of the sand out of his white cloth pants, which were in even worse shape than his shirt. It was pretty pointless to wear clothes, but the rags on his back were one of his few possessions and, besides, he was glad to have something that made him look like a free fox. He perked his ears up and looked around, suddenly realizing something.

"Home was that way... or was it that way... no, no, no, I was walking away from the sun." He paused and located the sun... high noon, directly on top of him. He kicked up a puff of sand, muttering to himself about his bad luck. He couldn't even tell where his paw-prints were, half because of his light feet and half because of the wind blowing over what little tracks he left.

He picked up a handful of sand and tossed it into the air, waiting to see which way the wind carried it. "That way, Mr. Wind? Alright!" He smiled, quickly recovering from the disappointment of his failed hunt and making a big hop in the direction the sand floated, landing again with both his feet. He then paused with a little noise of confusion and looked down at his feet, which had vanished into the sand! He lifted one of his feet out curiously and moved it forward, placing it in the sand in front of him. It felt firm enough, so he put more weight on it. The next thing the little fennec knew, the fake sand floor had fallen out from under him and he found himself inside a cage made of meshed wire with a solid metal floor. Before he could regain his senses, a large top to the cage swung down and clanged on top of him as it locked in place.

"What the...?" was all Tea could manage as the cage made a mechanical whirring and started to raise to the surface of the desert. As it stopped, a large flagpole popped out of the sand nearby, automatically unrolling a flag sporting the symbol of the Oasis Clan. His heart sank as he realized what had happened. Only the Oasis Clan could afford such an advanced trap like this one. Tea had been captured, once again...

Tea stayed in one position on the cage floor until the sun set, curled up in as tight of a ball as he could under the shade of his large shirt, which he had strung up on the top of the cage to keep the floor from heating up too much under the sun. It only worked half as well as he had hoped, but he had a feeling he'd be turned into a fennec roast if he were anywhere else. It wasn't until the desert was bathed in the moonlight that he heard the sound of another living thing.

He lifted his head from a little nap to hear the sound of an approaching sand-wagon. He soon saw the wagon's magic spheres glowing as they drew closer to him, magic spheres being the main system of lighting for the clan, after they realized how much easier it was to make them than lanterns. He soon saw two strong looking slave horses with whip marks all over their bodies drawing the wagon that carried two lion guards dressed in plate armor and a nearly empty supply shelf behind where they sat. The wagon stopped by Tea's cage and the guard who wasn't holding a whip jumped off. He unlocked the cage and opened it up, ripping the shirt away from the ceiling and tossing it to the ground.

"Well, what do we have here? A free fennec just wandering about? Or maybe you're an escapee, hmm?" The guard said in a low, mocking voice. Tea quickly got up to his knees, lowering his head submissively as he had been trained to do in all his years of being a slave. The guard reached into the cage and lifted the little fox up by the scruff of his neck, lifting him out of the cage and up to eye-level. Tea kept his ears flattened and did his best to make no noise. "Well fennec? What's your story?"

"I was just hunting locusts and I fell in this trap, sir." Tea spoke with a tiny voice to the guard who was easily twice the size of his dangling four-foot body. The guard was moving some kind of device over the little fox's paws, causing a little green symbol to glow out of his fur for a quick moment; the hidden magic symbol that he had been marked with as a slave.

"And a good thing too." The guard smirked evilly. "I didn't want to come home from patrols without retrieving something first and an escapee is the best I could have hoped for." Tea gasped as a rough paw suddenly ripped off his remaining clothing and an extended claw reached up and lifted his small sheath slightly. "A poorly endowed escapee, but an escapee none the less." He reached into a pouch at his waist and pulled out a small bread roll, then set Tea down and handed it to him. "Eat. I can't have you dying on the trip back in case your soul sphere has expired."

"Thank you, Sir." Tea quickly responded. The guard cleared his throat and Tea quickly corrected himself. "Erm... sorry, Master." He started to chew the bread quickly, filling the hole in his very empty stomach. He wasn't foolish enough to try to run at a moment like that, knowing how much trouble he was already in for, as well as how unlikely it was for him to outrun a lion, even one in plate armor. While he ate, the guard ripped his clothes into multiple thin straps, then seized his wrists and proceeded to tie them together with one of them.

"Remember, resistance will only increase your punishment." He warned as he tied Tea's ankles together in the same fashion. He then tied one strap over his eyes and one tightly around the back of his head and in his maw to make a blindfold and a gag. He then went one step further, tying his muzzle shut around the gag with yet another strap. He finished by tying one last one tightly around the base of his sheath and balls, leaving two loose flaps against his thighs. He then lifted Tea up again by the scruff of the neck once again, carrying the uncontrollably whimpering fennec back over to the wagon. As he was placed down in the back, he felt a thick wooden staff being threaded through the hole his bound arms and legs made.

"Oh come on, is that really necessary? That thing doesn't look like it could lift a toothpick." The other guard said.

"Hey, why not prepare the little guy? He's in for a lot worse when he gets back to the Oasis." The guard proceeded to tie the loose ends of the strap at Tea's groin to the staff. He then lifted it up and attached it horizontally to hooks at the top of the wagon that were probably placed there for exactly that reason, leaving him dangling helplessly with most of his weight tugging at his balls and shaft. He made muffled squeaks and groans as he tried to get used to it. "Silence slave!" His sounds were quickly stopped by a harsh whip crack over his exposed rump.

"Hey! If we damage him before we get him home, we won't get as much of a reward. And give me my whip back, you knucklehead." Tea felt the wagon start to move, staying silent through the entire long journey back to his home and prison.

An underground castle, that was what The Oasis was, and a giant one at that. To the naked eye, it was nothing more than a bunch of towers with no doors sticking out of the sand, but these were only guard towers accessible by the palace below. Not being the modest type, however, the clan had constructed a giant wall around their home, holding thousands of banners with the clan's symbol on them. It was obstacles like these that had given Tea such a hard time in all the escape attempts he had made in the past.

After hours of travel, Tea heard the familiar sound of the wall's gatehouse opening. A few more minutes passed and the wagon had been pulled into an underground loading station. For the first time in months, Tea heard the voices of creatures that weren't lions. Soon the staff that was holding his body was lifted up at both ends by two furs, taking him blindly through the corridors of The Oasis. Eventually, he was placed on a stone floor, finally giving his severely aching crotch a break.

"Recaptured escapee, found by patrol guards 2-4-8-2 and 6-1-2-5, Mistress," one of the voices that was carrying him said.

"Good, good. Untie him and bring him to his knees," a female tiger's voice could be heard. Tea remembered it well. She was one of the few tigers in The Oasis, felines being the only types allowed to be free. She was the record keeper of the slaves, one who kept track of the number and condition of every slave in The Oasis.

Tea felt two sets of hands removing the straps from his body one by one, taking off his gag and blindfold last and pulling him up to his knees in front of the tiger. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the light in the room and licked his lips in attempt to wet his dry mouth.

"What is your name?" She asked in an emotionless, but friendly voice. Tea knew she was one of the nicer of his feline captors.

"Tea, Mistress." Tea's voice was dry and rough, in need of water.

"Ah yes, Tea. My, the desert hasn't treated your coat well." She snapped her fingers. "Sara." One of the slaves carrying Tea, a female squirrel, stepped forward. "Go fetch the soul sphere for Tea the Fennec Fox."

"Yes Mistress." The squirrel hurried off.

"Now, Tea, how on earth did a little thing like you escape, hmm? This wouldn't be Jagger's doing, would it?" Tea stayed silent to the question. "You know, both his punishment and your own will be lessened if you tell the truth." Tea paused a moment, then lowered his head slowly.

"Yes Mistress, it was Master Jagger."

"No, it's just Jagger now," she corrected. "He's no longer your superior, he was captured and enslaved." Tea flattened his ears as he learned the fate of the lion who had snuck him out in the first place. "But that has little to do with you now... Ah, thank you. Tea, please stand." She took the soul sphere from the returning squirrel. Tea got to his wobbly knees and approached the large marble desk the tiger was sitting behind.

"You never should have escaped, you know, It's dangerous. This sphere is long expired, if you had gotten hurt, there was no guarantee that it would work. Here, touch." She placed the sphere on the table.

"I was fine, Mistress," Tea said as he reached out, tapping the sphere with his finger, causing it to make a brief flicker of light in it's center. The soul spheres were small metal-like globes that served as a trap for anyone who had recently died so they could be resurrected by the healers. As long as their spheres were maintained, all of the inhabitants of The Oasis were virtually immortal, only able to truly die of old age.

"Yes, you look like it," she said sarcastically and snapped her fingers again. "Guard." A lion guard at the doorway stepped forward. "See this slave is bathed, collared, and dressed."

"Yes M'lady. Come on lad, let's get you cleaned up." The guard roughly pulled Tea's wrists behind him and locked them in a pair of metal cuffs with a short chain attached to them. He picked up the chain and quietly started to lead him out towards the baths.

"Next," was the last Tea heard of the tiger's voice.

He was lead through the long halls of The Oasis, seeing many familiar faces as he went. In ten years, he had gotten to know almost everyone in one way or another. Eventually feeling too embarrassed, he cast his eyes downward, not so much out of the fact that he was obviously recaptured, but rather because he knew he looked like a rag doll that was trapped in quicksand for the past three months. Eventually, he reached the baths. The guard took his cuffs off and pushed him through the door.

"Tea? Is that you?" An adult female skunk with an Irish accent stood up from the side of the large tub, which actually looked like a giant hot tub with soap in it. Tea smiled as he saw one of his old friends, quickly dashing over to her.

"Rose! Hi!" His tail wagged about as he held his arms out for a hug, but the skunk took a step back from the messy fennec.

"Oh dear, what happened to ye?" Rose asked with a concerned look on her face.

"Oh it was no big deal." Tea rubbed the back of his head and spoke casually. "I escaped a few months ago and they caught me again. So how have you been?"

"Escaped?!" She placed a paw on her forehead. "Oh Tea, I thought ye had given that up."

"Well, I would have, but I got some help offered to me from..."

"Jagger?" She finished.

"How did you know?" Tea cocked his head to one side. Rose put one of her large paws on Tea's back, guiding him into the tub.

"He came through here to get a bath, the poor thing. He had lashes all over his body, he did. They didn't even bother to heal him." Clothed in a bathing suit kind of garment, the skunk climbed into the bath with Tea, starting to use her rough paws to scrub his fur. Her paws were better than any washcloth, which was exactly why she was given the job of cleaning many of the Oasis slaves, inside and out. It was jobs like these that were given to the oldest and most trustworthy slaves. It was the best thing a realistic slave could hope for; a slave who wasn't like Tea.

"So it's true that he was enslaved, then?" Tea asked, getting only a nod. "Oh... I wonder if any of the others got away."

"I should hope not. A slave is best kept a slave for life. You're safer here, Tea."

"Safer and kept on a starvation diet," Tea argued.

"And ye haven't been starving for the past three months?" Tea couldn't think of a way to respond, so he dipped his head under the water, surfacing again after a few moments. "Besides, ye silly fox, ye wouldn't be starving around here if you weren't always getting into trouble."

"Trouble? I don't get into any trouble." Tea had forgotten how much Rose knew about him.

"Eight escape attempts, four escape assistances,"

"Okay, okay."

"Four-hundred-fifty-two kitchen thefts, twenty coin vault break-ins, what do you need gold for anyways?"

"I get the point, Rose."

"Seven spies on Mistress Showers, three guards kicked in the bum,"

"That guard had it coming!" Tea moved to have his back scrubbed as Rose chuckled.

"Well, I'd tell ye to be good, but that never worked in the past, so I suppose it wouldn't work now... Goodness, is there any sand left in the desert or did ye put it all in yer fur?"

"That's what happens when you sleep where I've slept for the past month."

"Ah-ha! So ye admit ya've missed it here?" Rose continued to scrub his body with her paws, moving from his tail down to his little rump, causing him to lean over a little as she scrubbed him there. He barely even reacted to the touch though, even when she forced one of her fingers into his tailhole to clean inside of him.

"Fine, I missed it a little." He put his muzzle half-way under the water and blew a few bubbles. "I missed feeling clean."

"You'll be clean and dry soon enough, little fox. Come on, we'll go get you shaved and ye can clean your teeth." She easily picked the light fox up and lifted him out of the water, coming out herself a moment later. She then lifted his wet body up again and carried him over to a little table in the room.

"You know, I can still walk, Rose."

"And I thought ye would have appreciated having someone taking care of yer sandy little self." She chuckled as she set him down on his back on the table. She then pulled out a small bowl of white shaving cream and an open razor, one she was fortunately very experienced with using.. Tea spread his legs, as he was so used to doing routinely. Rose took the tip of his shaft between her fingers and lifted it up, applying the cream with her other paw.

"So, has anything happened while I was gone?" Tea put his paws behind his head casually, trusting Rose so much, even as she started to shave off the first layer of fur from his little groin.

"Oh, not much. Master Lars is still alive and well, I'm afraid." Tea slapped his forehead. Lars was the nastiest guard he knew, one who seemed to take great joy in picking on the smaller slaves. He was the guard for one of the slave kitchens, a place where Tea used to spend a lot of his time working. It was always Lars who caught him stealing food and usually the one who ended up punishing him, even though it wasn't his job.

"And I was really hoping that the thief that got in here before I left would have finished him off."

"Yer dreamin' again, Tea. The difference between Lars and that thief was that the thief didn't have a soul sphere when he was killed." Tea sighed and nodded as his groin was wiped clean by a nearby towel. He sat up again, looking down at his sheath and balls, once again fur-free.

"You're right... oh well, some day. So the thief was executed?" She nodded sadly.

"They thought he was too wild to be enslaved, so they threw him in the feeding pits. I suppose ye have to be pretty wild to think you could waltz into a place like this and leave with your freedom."

"The feeding pits... I hope I don't have to go there as punishment." Tea hopped off of the table as Rose stood ready with two large towels, starting to dry him off quickly, pausing to comb his fur with her claws occasionally. She refused to respond to Tea's words, instead falling silent as she lead him over to an area where she cleaned his teeth, a process which took a good ten minutes to finish.

"Yuck, how many locusts did ye eat?"

Tea was cuffed again and lead through the halls by the same guard when he came out, smiling at a few familiar faces now that he felt a little better about his appearance, as well as a little better about his situation. People like Rose had the ability to cheer him up quite easily.

He was lead to another room nearby, un-cuffed and nudged through the door, where he found himself in front of a desk with a male rabbit behind it.

"Take his sizes and give him a J-class slave outfit." The guard said and slammed the door shut, waiting outside of it again.

"'Take his sizes'. Hrrmph, you'd think that they'd assume I knew my own job, but no." He slapped a paw on the desk, easily vaulting himself over it to stand next to Tea. "So what did you do to deserve a J-class, eh?"

"I was an escapee." Tea took a small step back, since the rabbit's energy was enough to scare even a fennec.

"An escapee? Blimey, they should be giving you a trophy, not a J-class." The rabbit started to rush around Tea in circles, measuring every inch of the fennec.

"Um... excuse me, were you always the outfitter here?" Tea had remembered some kind of mouse, even though he only came there a few times when he outgrew his outfit.

"Nope, nope, nope. Just got the job. Don't worry, I'm good at it!" He seized Tea's wrist and tugged him towards the back of the room. In the back were thousands of different pieces of clothing in different sizes and materials. In the middle of the room there were a few bondage apparatuses, since not every slave who came through here was being dressed willingly.

"I used to be G-class, what does J look like?" Tea asked.

"G-class? My, you don't look like you could cause that much trouble. Did you renew your soul sphere?"

"Yes... yes I did. Are you going to answer my question?" Tea almost felt insulted by the lack of faith in his trouble-making abilities.

"Right'o." The rabbit dashed off in one direction as he answered. "Oh, it's pretty much the same, lots of black leather, just more of it this time." He came back with his arms full of black leather. "Although a lot of it's reinforced with metal and welded on so you won't be able to take this off once it's on."

"You're kidding right?"

"Nope! Hop up onto that metal table over there and I'll be right with you. And don't worry, these are all waterproof." The rabbit came up to Tea after a moment and started to move a collar around his neck. "Seems about the right size..."

"It's a little tight..."

"That's the idea, Mr. J-class. Just be glad you're not to the chastity classes yet. Now try not to move or inhale these fumes." The rabbit reached to his belt and pulled out a little brush from a vial, spreading some on the back of Tea's collar. With a sizzling sound, the leather melted into itself, stopping a couple of seconds later as a full reinforced collar around Tea's neck with no way of removing it. It was a reasonably thick collar, covered with D-rings. The rabbit attached a little tag to it, which read:

J-Class Slave

Oasis Tiger Clan

Cage #639

"Right, try to get comfortable, this will take a while." Tea stood still as he was dressed, trying to not pay attention to the foul smell the melding fluid made. Cuffs were attached to his biceps, wrists, and ankles, all holding D-rings and clasps to quickly hook them to each other. Straps were attached to his thighs and two belts were strapped to him, one that looped around his waist and over his tail, which poked out of a hole in the back of the belt, and the other tightly gripping his stomach, just above his belly button. Then, everything was melded onto him and covered with clasps, loops, and D-rings. Two straps were also attached to his belt, which stretched down the sides of his pelvis, then wrapped through his legs and over his rump cheeks.

After all that was done, the rabbit put on the removable parts of his outfit, including a strong chest harness and a stiff wrapping around the lower end of his tail to keep it constantly raised. The rabbit stepped back and observed his work, nodding in approval. He then opened another vial at his belt and lifted an eyedropper out of it, dripping a tiny drop on each piece of Tea's outfit.

"Is that the soul binding fluid?" Tea asked. He simply nodded. The soul binding fluid was a magical substance that worked with the soul spheres. It was originally made so warriors could keep their armor and weapon after returning to their soul sphere, as it made any item that was with the user when they died come back to life with them. Since some of the most gruesome forms of punishment for slaves included "temporary execution", the use for it on a slave's clothes was obvious.

"Alright, all done, have a nice day." The rabbit was back behind his desk in the blink of an eye. Trying to get used to all his new clothes, Tea started to walk towards the door. When he opened it, the guard was waiting there. He took a leash off of his belt and attached it to Tea's neck the moment he saw him.

"Welcome back to The Oasis, lad. Now, you have a little business to attend to and then we'll get you back to your quarters and have your punishment discussed. Go." He nudged Tea in the back and lead him out in front of him.

It became quickly apparent where he was being taken as he was lead towards the Quarters of the Guards. It was a common thing for s slave to do, he was being taken back to the Guard's room to be used sexually.

Tea was brought to the guard's home, looking around curiously when he entered. He was obviously one of the more successful guards, since his home was larger than most, with better furniture, and two rooms instead of the usual one. He could also see signs that the guard owned a pet. Pets in The Oasis were luxuries only for the people who could afford them. They were basically slaves that were purchased by one owner and obeyed him or her alone instead of their other superiors.

"Michelle, come." The guard called as they stopped in the room. An attractive black wolf girl came in, taller and obviously older than Tea. She was dressed in crystal jewelry and had no symbol of ever being a slave other than a comfortable looking cloth collar, one that made the tight-collared Tea jealous. He looked a little closer and noticed that her collar's tag was personalized with her name, as well as a B-class ranking.

"Welcome home, Master." She bowed her head obediently. It was no wonder she was a B-class. She seemed so well-trained and was dressed with such trust. Still, it was strange that she had a ranking at all. Most pet-owners opted to determine their pet's worth themselves, not to let The Oasis do it.

"What was your name again?" The guard looked down at Tea.

"Tea, Sir."

"Right, Tea, this is my pet, Michelle, Michelle, this is Tea, and Tea, I'm Benjamin, but please stick to the proper titles."

"Yes Master." Tea exchanged bows with Michelle. He was relieved that Benjamin seemed like one of the friendlier Masters.

"My you seem much friendlier than most J-class slaves." Benjamin remarked. Tea made a little giggle. "Well, let's get started, I'm sure you'd like to go and get your responsibilities taken care of." Michelle quickly went to the other room, followed by Benjamin and Tea on his leash. Half of the room looked like it was being used s a bedroom, while the other half was full of cages, tables, and other bondage equipment, cramped into a reasonably small space.

Tea then made a confused expression as his leash was handed over to Michelle and Benjamin took a step back, smiling in a friendly way, or at least as friendly as a guard can look.

"Now you two have fun." He said.

"Us two?" Tea echoed. He nodded gently.

"Michelle is learning to become a trainer and she needs practice subjects." Tea had never been asked to do something like this before, but the idea made sense. Slave trainers were always needed in The Oasis, since they took care of all the new slaves so they would be ready for their duties from the start. Usually it was a feline's job, but occasionally a very lucky and skilled slave would be entrusted with the duty.

Tea wasn't too used to dealing with females, especially ones that he had to submit to. As a middle class slave, he wasn't trusted around many female felines, and in fact, was punished on several occasions just for catching a glimpse of one naked. His only real contact was with female slaves like Michelle, although none of them were as high ranking as her.

Still a little surprised by the situation, he stumbled over his own feet when his leash was tugged in the direction of the bondage equipment. Michelle stopped in front of a large piece of paper on the wall, which seemed to be some kind of chart of her training regiment, listing most of the activities she needed to learn and master. She picked up a pen next to the paper, hanging from the wall by a piece of string, and wrote a few things on the chart before turning to Tea.

"Alright, stand for inspection," she demanded in a voice that was somewhat firm, but obviously still in need of training to truly be forceful. Tea quickly folded his arms behind his back and let the wolf examine his body. She felt almost every muscle with her fingertips, including the outer muscle of his tailhole and his groin. She then pulled his mouth open and checked his fangs, nodding softly in approval.

"So you're going to be a trainer, huh? How long have you..." Tea was stopped by a finger being placed on his lips.

"Quiet, please. Treat me like a superior." Michelle took her finger back and smiled, showing Tea that she didn't want to be rude, but she had to obey the rules. "You look like you're at a good size for me to practice force. Do you think you could put up a fight for me?"

"If you wish, Ma'am." Tea bowed his head gently, showing more respect this time. She smiled at his response.

"Good. Just let me get something first. Stay." She let go of Tea's leash, leaving him standing there as she went to the other side of the room. When she came back, she was wearing a leather belt at her waist, holding many of the objects a trainer usually kept with them. Tea offered his leash's end back to her, which she quickly took. "Now, all I need you to do is try your best not to let me put you in that cage. Struggle, bite, kick, whatever." She motioned towards a wide cage with a low top, only about three feet tall. Tea looked at the cage and nodded gently.

"Yes Ma'am. Should I start now?" A little nod was all Tea needed before he quickly preformed his command, squeaking and grunting as he started to tug on his leash as hard as he could in the direction of the first room. With the collar being tugged against his throat, he was quickly pulled back to Michelle, where she gripped his arms with strength that was obviously many times better than his own. She leaned over to one of his ears as his head thrashed about.

"Try harder. I'll have my master give a dissatisfaction report if I get you in there too fast." Tea paused for a moment at the words and then started struggling much more wildly with the warning in his mind, trying to get into a position where he could bite her arms, though she kept them constantly out of his reach. Michelle quickly drew his wrists together behind him, linking his wrist cuffs together by their clasps. With his leash still in paw, she wrapped her arm around his neck, holding him firmly while the other continued to hold his bound wrists. She then took the struggling fennec to the ground under her weight, but then made the mistake of moving her paw up from his wrists, too close to his maw.

"Let me go!" Tea growled, actually amazing himself with how well he could act as an unwilling slave. Seeing the paw near his face, he quickly snapped his jaws at it, causing a little cut to form on her fingertip and making her pull away quickly, giving Tea more time to struggle. Quickly, a paw moved over his nose, careful not to get bitten again, while the other slapped his rump roughly, demonstrating Michelle's strength once again.

As he opened his mouth to let out a yelp, Tea quickly found a large ball gag being pushed between his jaws, keeping them tightly spread as Michelle quickly put the straps into place on the back of his head, leaving him unable to bite her anymore. Still thrashing about like mad, Tea reached back with his bound claws, trying to dig them into her torso. Luckily for her, she pulled away just in time and gave his butt another disciplinary slap. Tea groaned into his gag, not letting the pain stop his attempts to escape, even as his body was dragged towards the open door of the cage.

Michelle paused as she saw Tea's legs thrashing about, trying to kick at her. Skillfully, she trapped both of the ankles in her paws and linked them together, just as she did with his wrists. With his body mostly immobilized, it was only a matter of lifting him up by the scruff of the neck and tail and tossing him into the cage door, where he continued to squirm until he heard the door slam closed and being locked behind him. She then stood up and examined the injury on her finger with a little sigh.

"Seems I need more practice. Well, be obedient again, we'll move on." She opened the door of the cage again and reached in, starting to pull the gag from Tea's mouth. His own curiosity got the best of him and he wanted to see just how good Michelle was at her job, so the moment his jaws were free, he tried to bite her paw again. Before his jaws were even open all the way, his leash was given a rough tug, stunning him with a short choke, just long enough for the gag to return to his jaws. "Oh, that was a good one! But you'll have to be faster than that." She pulled his body out of the cage again and pulled him into her body in a warm hug. It was this ever-changing mix of comfort and affection with strength and discipline that made a trainer good. Even Tea felt a little puzzled by the change and such "good cop, bad cop" tricks had been used on him before. "You'll have to be disciplined now."

She unhooked his wrists from each other carefully, but left everything else as it was. She then helped him back to his feet, leaving his ankles tied and his muzzle gagged while holding his wrists tightly to make sure he didn't try any more tricks. She let go of his wrists slowly, watching him closely for any more hints of mischief, but Tea had learned his lesson; Michelle was someone who could handle a challenge. After picking up his leash again, she dragged him a thankfully short distance to an empty space of floor in the area. It took Tea a moment to notice that there were thick chains above him.

Even though Tea didn't object, Michelle soon forced his arms up to the chains hooking each onto his wrist cuffs. He was left dangling from the chains with his toes barely touching the ground as she pulled something off of her belt. Tea's sight was soon turned to nothing as a cloth blindfold was placed over his eyes. Michelle pulled a thin whip off of her belt, unrolling it as she stepped in front of him.

"Chest," she nearly whispered. A moment later, a strong strike was made in the dead center of Tea's chest causing him to start to squirm a little in his chains and make a muffled yelp. "Right nipple," she called out her blow to herself again. Even with Tea's squirming, a painful red mark was soon made on his right nipple, and shortly after he heard the words "Left nipple", another one is made on his left. She then flawlessly called out each of her countless whip-strikes, doing many of them more than once, leaving Tea's legs, thighs, rump, pelvis, stomach, chest, back, shoulders, arms, and even his face, all covered in burning red marks. Whipping was undoubtedly one of Michelle's stronger points.

Michelle then reached for Tea's small erect shaft, which had hardened unintentionally while he was being whipped. She carefully lifted it up, then grabbed his balls with a paw, rubbing them and tugging on them a little. She then pulled out a small piece of string, which she quickly wrapped around the base of his balls multiple times before tying it tightly, leaving the flesh of his scrotum stretched tight over his little orbs. She allowed him the pleasure of a few tiny strokes before she pulled a small leather strap off of her belt, starting to roughly hit his tied balls, sending new waves of pain through the little fennec's body. She doesn't stop until his balls are near-bruised, at which point she finally untied his balls and gave him a few more gentle strokes as a reward for putting up with the punishment.

"There... Now be a good little fox for Master." She gave Tea's cheek a soft kiss while her fingers gently caressed his arousal. If only his trainer had been this good! She then carefully removed Tea's blindfold, attaching it to her belt again and pulling off something else, which turned out to be a tiny bottle of lubrication. She wasted no time in putting it on, in, and around Tea's tailhole, her prodding finger intentionally touching a few points inside him to trigger a few extra squirms. She then finished by taking a long leather strap from her belt, tying one end around his tail and the other around the back of his collar to keep it lifted out of the way.

"He's ready for you, Master," Michelle called out as she stepped in front of Tea again. Benjamin soon walked up next to her, bathed and out of his armor and clothes now. He smiled proudly as he looked at all Tea's whip marks.

"Perfect aim as always, Michelle. I'll finish with him, go play with your toys." She smiled and bowed her head once to her master, then to Tea. She walked out of Tea's view, but he could tell by the sound that she was making that she was pleasuring herself with something. Benjamin then smiled at Tea, running his finger over the gag that was still stuffing his mouth wide open.

"I guess we'll have to stop at the healer before we take you to your cage." Benjamin's paw moved down to his own aroused shaft, a giant compared to Tea's, covered in the usual feline barbs. "Don't worry, I'll make this quick." Tea followed the lion with his eyes as he stepped behind him, flattening his ears as he tried to prepare himself for what was about to happen to him.

A pair of large strong paws then seized his hips, lifting the little fennec off the ground slightly. Before long, Benjamin roughly pushed his hips forward to impale the little fox on his strong shaft. Tea made a muffled scream as his hole was invaded, a feeling he was trained to not get terribly injured by, but was never really got used to. Benjamin let out a roaring moan as he drew Tea all the way down to the base of his shaft, letting his hips go to let him simply hang above the ground, wiggling and groaning with his body held up by only a lion-cock and a set of chains on his wrists.

Deciding that he'd rather have the tight little hole even more tense, Benjamin reached around to Tea's front, grabbing his balls roughly with his strong paw and giving them a painful squeeze, causing him to quickly tense up with another muffled scream. With his paw still grasping his balls and his other paw on the young fox's hip, Benjamin started to move in and out of him quickly in long thrusts, almost pulling out everything but the barbed head of his lionhood with every single movement. The barbs scraped over Tea's sensitive insides to give them a rough, somewhat painful stimulation as he was pounded by the strong lion. Still groaning behind his gag and wiggling around in pain and a certain amount of pleasure, Tea had no choice but to let his body be used by the lion.

As his thrusts got more and more powerful and his sounds of pleasure got louder and louder, it was obvious that Benjamin was quickly coming towards his orgasm. With a mighty roar that could only belong to a lion, he let go of Tea's balls suddenly and used both paws to pull the fennec to the base of his shaft, filling his little insides with strong bursts of hot lion cum. The two held still that way for a small eternity until Benjamin moved his paw around and gently touched Tea's very erect shaft.

"Would you like to cum, Slave?" He asked softly. Before Tea could even try to give an answer, he called out, "Michelle!" Michelle quickly came in as if she was waiting for the call and moved in front of Tea. He couldn't help but notice her inner thighs were still wet with whatever she was doing out of his line of sight. She then knelt down in front of Tea and opened her maw wide.

Tea tilted his head back in a muffled moan as the large lion's paw started to roughly stroke his dick. He had been in such need that after only a minute of the skillful and powerful stroking, his tailhole pulsed around the shaft that still stayed buried inside of him and a strong gush of cum shot out of him, quickly being aimed towards the face and mouth of the waiting wolf-pet. Michelle caught as much as she could of Tea's seed, the rest of which hit mostly her face.

When he had finished, the other two quickly got to work at letting him go. Michelle unhooked his ankles from each other and took off his gag while Benjamin slowly pulled out of his tailhole, taking a bit of his own seed out with him. He then freed the fennec's wrists and helped him back to his feet, making sure he could stand before going to pick up his leash. With a little smile he gave it a gentle tug.

"Well, lets get you to the healer." Tea was lead back out of the room where Benjamin put on a blue robe before stepping back into the hall with Tea on the end of his leash.

After a long walk, which Tea wasn't very happy about since he wasn't having the easiest time walking, they stopped in front of the healer's door. Benjamin removed Tea's leash once again and guided him through the door.

Inside the large and dimly lit room were a few healers, dressed in white robes, rushing around to tend to all the sick and injured patients. Most of the patients were resting slaves on beds in the front of the room, while other slaves and non-slaves used personal rooms in the back for other healing purposes. Tea knew that the large wooden one in the middle was the one that held the important chamber of the soul spheres. He approached a male raccoon who was sitting behind a desk, shuffling papers busily.

"Minor injuries, please." Tea said. This was a place he was no stranger to. In fact, the raccoon didn't even look up before he slammed a key down on the table in front of him.

"Room four." He muttered. Tea took the key and walked off to the room he was told to go to, stepping inside and locking the door behind him. Inside was nothing but a small room with a few towels on the walls and a tub in the floor, filled with some kind of glowing fluid. Tea carefully stepped into the warm fluid and let his entire body sink in, including his head. He stayed there for almost an hour, totally submerged, yet able to breathe somehow in the strange substance. In that time, every single scratch and mark on his body was healed, inside and out. This was just another part of The Oasis's powerful magic, something that Tea took for granted.

With a relaxed sigh, Tea stepped out of the tub again and grabbed a towel from the wall. He wiped off his fur, but not really for the sake of drying himself, since the substance didn't sink into his fur. In fact, even the towel was magical, made to remove the odor of the pool from his body and restore his own scent. He put the towel back up and stepped back out into the main part of the healer's office, feeling quite refreshed. He put the key down on the desk and let himself back out into the hall.

Another lion guard was there waiting for him, one who didn't seem quite as friendly as Benjamin, or at least not as talkative. Silently, he checked the tag on Tea's collar and attached a leash to him, pushing the fennec in front of him as they started to walk.

Tea was lead back down the halls by the new guard, walking behind him as he was taken all the way to the Slave Quarters. They stopped at a large door labeled "Slaves H - K", which Tea was quickly taken through. Inside the dark room were dozens of different cages, some inside walls, some stacked on top of each other, and some even hanging from the ceiling. A few guards patrolled the area, distributing food and keeping an eye on the captive slaves. The lights were few and far between, allowing very little light into any of the cages, but each of the guards held magic spheres at their belts that lit the area in front of them like a flashlight.

He was lead to a cage inside one of the walls. It was smaller than his old one, allowing limited moving space and no standing space. With a little nudge from the guard, Tea went down to his paws and knees. The guard took off his leash, then nudged him again, letting Tea crawl into the cage under his own power. The cage door was closed and locked behind him, leaving him to himself in his new home.

He looked around the small area to inspect the new place where he'd be spending most of his time. All the walls were made of solid stone, except the door which was made of metal bars. In the back corner of the cage, he saw that there was a thin bed, just barely big enough for him. Next to it was a circular hole in the ground, which served as a toilet (fortunately, he was still high enough in rank to be allowed a flushing one). Above those was a small compartment in the wall for personal possessions, although it seemed that that was smaller as well, since the lower a slave ranked, the less possessions they were allowed to have. That only left enough room in the front for him to move around a little and for him to eat and drink from the two small dishes that rested near the door.

Luckily, the bowls were full, so he quickly helped himself to a much-needed meal. He hadn't eaten so well in months, even though the food was nothing more than chopped up bread, fruit, and ground-up meat. Wanting to go to bed without being hungry for a change, he quickly curled up in his little bed, sighing gently as he settled down. For better or for worse, Tea had been recaptured and was now home. After his long day, he slept soundly, too carefree to worry about the next day when he would have his punishment made.

To be continued.

Love,

Tea