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"Please! Stop!" The teenage mule cried, whinnying pitifully as she hung forward, overly-ample breasts swinging down in front of her. Arms bound together by a length of leather, keeping them constricted tightly together above nearly touching shoulder blades, hanging from a sturdy metal hook attached to the ceiling.

"You're making a mess," He remarked, a bit disgusted at her sloppiness; paw expertly holding a stout leather flogger with the ease of a true artist. The comment was regarding the dripping seed that currently still leaked amply from her gaping tail-hole. "Tighten up. No one wants a piece of meat that can't hold cum. You need to be ready for a string of males, if needed."

SMACK. With a keen eye for punishment he struck her with the lashes of the flogger, watching the girl's slightly chubby form sway heavily upon the hook as the lashes hit her backside. SMACK. Proficient with all manners of punishment it was an easy task of hitting the same spot without fail, each time eliciting a new, fresh scream that perked his highly sensitive canine ears upwards. In truth, this was as much as learning experience for the slaver. Learning how her body reacted, what kind of sounds she could produce while being utterly humiliated and abused.

"Why?" The voice was helpless, defeated by now. No longer did even an ounce of that self-assured strength shown before.

"Because it pleases me," The male remarked, trailing the leather tails of the flogger through his clawed digits as he inspected one rounded cheek, able to see the darkening of the flesh even under her chocolate coat. "You mistakenly believe I need a reason to do this beyond my whim. You are property. An object. Does one question someone when they kick something they own?"

SMACK. Her cry forced out a feral-sounding bray, the wolf beginning to work on the other thick cheek now with just as much calm ferocity.

"The answer to that question is: it depends. If the object was a ratty, useless, then I doubt anyone would really care.," Resting his paw against her rump he squeezed, the soreness causing her breath to catch sharply. "However, if that object was actually worth a lot, then people would think it was an insane act. You are not worth anything, however."

"And in truth, you will never be worth much. You're a plain-coated, chubby mule. The most you can hope for is being well-trained to take everything a male wishes. Otherwise, you're utterly worthless. Not a good place for a slave, trust me."

Taking her thigh in his grip, the wolf spread her thighs roughly, paw placed over her thick cunt from behind. She was being treated like an animal, cattle. Mechanically he began grind a slightly-bent knuckle against her clit, feeling the fatness of it finally revealed gliding through his coarse fur. The mule's breath caught again, but this time due to the reaction the robotic motions was having on her body. Inwardly cursing herself, breathing beginning to rise and fall more heavily, feeling the moisture grow.

"You will see elegant females sometimes, at the feet of their Master, simply as decoration. You will never be that," Cruel words were flat, monotone. The same emotionless drive that worked her thick nub. Showing her, explicitly, just what she was -- cattle. "Your body even knows that. See how worked up you get from this? Already I can feel you leaking on my paw. Pathetic."

Closing her eyes tightly, the mule's head dropped along with her ears, his words degrading beyond belief -- and yet her hips began to move backwards against his touch. Moaning an inelegant bray of pleasure, completely ashamed of how right this felt.

"Enjoy this," He laughed mockingly, shaking his muzzle whilst the dullness of his claw began to flick at her clit in a timed, rhythmic pattern. She was getting messy now, that hungry, virginal cunt dripping against his padding. "I doubt you will be allowed this much focused attention in the future. What male wants to hear those ugly sounds coming out of a female?"

The wolf's derisive chuckles didn't cease while he pressed the textured handle of the flogger against her sex, stuffing it inside that moist cunt with remarkable ease for a virgin. Still sore from that device's attention, and now it was fucking her in perfectly-timed rhythm to his flicking claw. Even worse, it just made her mind go even more fanatic as she grinded back against it, hanging there like a slab of meat.

With deep, utter humiliation she felt the wave of pleasure flow through her body. Muzzle opening in quick, sharp breaths. And, just to complete the mortification, her climax forced out several loud, echoing hee-haws that filled the room. Cattle.

"Fucking mules." He muttered, not even giving the young mule a moment to enjoy the afterglow before wiping his paws clean on her fur, letting the rawhide handle drop to the ground in a dull smack. Standing straight, he drove a claw between the wrapped strips of leather, letting them unbind quickly, aided by her weight. Within a moment the mule fell to the ground in a heap, breathing heavily, confused, unable to think straight.

"No resting," He barked, nudging her stomach hard enough it could be considered a kick. "Lick." Pointing at the puddle of seed that had fallen to the ground, freshly dripped from her abused ass.

"..." Flat, confused eyes looked up at her Master for a moment, before she instinctually seemed to obey. Leaning down in a kneeling posture, shakily dipping her muzzle to the ground. The mule's breasts were ample, but certainly not perky; and so they squished against the hard wood flooring of the rented chamber inelegantly.

Gingerly that fat tongue came out, taking the seed of her Master for the first time. At that moment she almost stopped, wincing at taste of utter masculinity mingled with her own body, allong with grains of dirt. It was a new taste to her, and one she clearly did not enjoy. But nevertheless, out of fear or simply instinct, she complied, lapping it all up like a good pet until the wooden floor plank was spotless.

"Clean." He spoke again, this time pointing at the flogger, leather glistening with her juices.

Tentatively she shifted her body, sniffing at the handle and getting a nostril-full scent of her own lust. She had smelled that before, of course; but this time it just seemed more powerful. Ungainly tongue began to work on the textured leather wrappings of the handle, even taking it into her muzzle to suckle clean completely. Freckled dots on her chocolate-hued cheek fur expanding as her muzzle sucked, before dropping the instrument of her discipline from her maw, looking back up at him with that same dazed expression.

"A good start." The praise wasn't overwhelming, but then again she wasn't an overwhelming sort of female. It would take much filthier acts and lessons before this chubby teenager was worth anything of value.