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It had been 10 months now since Ben first came to be a part of the four prison guard's life. Never had they seen such a happy slave. Mitch and the other guards all cherished and loved their pet, who would warm their beds each night. While the pay was very high, the duty at the remote asteroid prison was a very lonely one. The previous guards at this post didn't stay longer than six months before they transferred out. Then again, the previous guards didn't have an insatiable sex slave eager to mate with them each night. Even the prisoners came to appreciate the small white cat since he kept the guards in such a good mood. This made life easier for them because guards who were not cranky were a good less likely to take out their frustrations on them. While Ben never strayed near the bars separating the guard areas from the inmate areas, it didn't prevent the prisoners occasionally seeing the while cat walk by. They never dared even look at the cat the wrong way, especially after one prisoner foolishly tried to verbally torment Ben, calling him a whore. That convict ended up in the hospital ward for over two weeks once the guards were through with him. Ben himself reveled in his sexual stamina and heightened capacity for pleasure, which would be quite literally recharged each month by electroshock treatments. With his nervous system conditioned to respond well to the electricity, he would look forward to spending an hour in the shock chair ever four weeks. He had even taken to keeping his head fur shaved down to a fuzz for his personal shock helmet that would stimulate his pleasure centers during the treatments. He was the happiest he had ever been, having no memory of his life before he became a pleasure slave for the guards. All he knew was that he felt loved and cared for by his four masters. Every day, one or more of them would mate with him, often at the same time, leaving the cat delirious with pleasure as he was mounted repeatedly and muzzle-humped, even occasionally topping one of them. His insatiable appetite for sex was also further fed by frequent bondage play, and he had even taken up leather working in order to make more fetters that would to his delight be used on him.

Ben had in fact just finished making a very strict posture collar for himself. He was making his way through the guard facilities where he knew Mitch was about to go off duty, and was eager to show his latest creation to the coyote. He was passing the prisoner admission area when he heard a voice from a long-forgotten nightmare. "Well, well, well. Can that be my little Benny?" The feline turned around and stared, wide-eyed at the rottweiler in the new prisoner processing corridor on the other side of the bars. The dog's wrists were handcuffed and his ankles were linked together by a short chain that also linked him to the prisoner in front and behind him in the line of arriving prisoner. He was standing there, waiting in the line, leering at Ben from across the bars separating them. "What's the matter kitty? Cat got your tongue?" He asked with a grin full of malice. Memory after memory came back as Ben recalled endless hours of tortures at the hands of this sadistic dog while he stood there, transfixed in terror, with urine soaking his pants and pooling at his feet.

It was in this state that Mitch found his slave, having just come off duty and making his way back to the guard quarters. Alarmed, the coyote quickly followed the white cat's line of sight to the leering dog in the line of new prisoners making its way through to the processing center. Scowling at the rottweiler, the guard grabbed Ben's arm and pulled him along, leading him back to their quarters. Ben followed along, repeatedly whispering fearfully to himself, "He's back! He's back!" Once there, Mitch helped Ben undress, discovering that he had also soiled himself. He quickly took the cat in the shower where he gave him a thorough washing. He then dried his pet's short white fur and brought him to his bed where he laid him down and tucked him in. "Oh Ben. What could that dog have said to you that left you so frightened?" "He's back!" was his only whispered reply. With a scowl, the coyote started to stand up, determined to find out who that rottweiler was, but was stopped when Ben's hand shot out and crabbed his master's hand. "Don't leave me!" he said in a fearful voice. "He'll find me if I'm alone." Mitch pulled his slave into a protective embrace and whispered reassuring words "You're safe with us, pet. We'll never let anything happen to you." Just then, Jon walked in and, seeing his friend and fellow guard embracing their slave, asked, "What's going on?" The coyote looked back over his shoulder at the black fox, "One of the new prisoners did something to unhinge Ben. I found him standing in the hallway next to processing, so terrified of this rottweiler that he soiled himself." "Damn! What did he do to freak Ben out like that?" "Can you stay here with him? The poor guy is so afraid of being alone. I want to go and find out what the deal is with that prisoner." Jon took off his boots and laid down on the bed next to the frightened cat, hugging him close as Mitch stood up. "Jon will make sure you are safe, Ben. I'll be right back." The feline's only response was to hold onto the fox like his life depended on it as the coyote headed out in search of answers.

In the main prison cafeteria, Striker ate his first mean as an inmate of this prison as he looked around with a calculating eye, observing the others around him. Already, his mind was working out who among the inmates he needed to make good connections with to make the best of his situation. He fingered his shock collar, giving the guards on the other side of the bars a baleful eye. His ear twitched as he suddenly picked up someone mentioning his name and glanced in the direction of a group of prisoners whispering among themselves and occasionally glancing his way. Scowling, the rottweiler stood up, picking up his food tray, and made his way to their table and brazenly sat down among them. "Mind including me in your conversation?" "Did you really scare Ben senseless when you arrived here?" One hyena asked. "You mean that white cat that was outside the arrival area where I was in line?" "That's the one." Giving a mirthless laugh, Striker nodded, "yeah. Had him pissing himself. I think I even smelled shit coming form his pants!" The others exchanged worried looks among themselves, much to the dog's annoyance. "What the fuck is with you guys?" "That was the guard's pet, you moron! You don't fuck with their pet!" Annoyed at being talked down upon, Striker growled back, "and what's wrong...." The hyena cut him off, "I'll tell you what's wrong, dipshit! Before that cat arrived and became their pet, life was quite harsh here. Guards came and went, and each rotation was pissed off mad at being posted here and took out their anger on us. Then Ben comes along and now the guards have a pet to warm their beds and warm their cocks each night." Sitting next to the hyena was a weasel who went on, "This rotation has been here for nearly a year now, and that cat has kept the guards in a good mood, and because of that, these guards are actually NICE to us!" He fingered his collar anxiously, "It's been over a year now since I've been shocked, and believe you me, I'd like to keep it that way." "Ahright! Ahright already! I get it. I'll leave little Benny alone then. Geeze! All I wanted was to remind him that I hadn't forgotten about the fun times I had with him!" "You knew him from before he came here?" asked a leopard next to him. "Yeah. I was part of this weapons dealer's outfit. Among the products he sold were enhanced torture devices that he developed. Of course, we needed someone to test it out on, and so he let me use his slave, Benny there, since he had gotten tired of him." The others around the table had gotten very quiet as the rottweiler reminisced, oblivious to their reactions. "There were these neat neural interfaces that would enhanced a victim's pain centers and stimulate them to unbelievable levels. A simple scratch would have Benny boy crying out. I really had fun using a cattle prod on him too, and it got even better when this drug was injected in him that would keep him from losing consciousness. The best was when those neural interfaces zapped his pain centers. I'm told it is like a hundred times worse that being burned alive. Hah! That cat could sure scream! It went on like that for months too, until my boss had to shut down the place and lay low when the authorities were on to him. He sold Benny off and told me to destroy all the evidence and go into hiding. Didn't do him much good, though. I hear his ship was shot out of the sky as he was making his getaway." Striker shook his head, grinning to himself as he finished, and looked up at the others around him. His grin faded upon seeing their frightened look. "What?!?" The hyena was slowly edging himself away along the table. "You still don't get it, do you? Those guards adore that pet of theirs. Ben could quite literally walk right through here and none of us would dare even look at him wrong." His weasel friend was now getting up, "When those guards find out what you did to him, if they haven't already, you are a dead dog." The rest were now slowly getting up, edging themselves fearfully away from Striker, one of them saying, "You don't know us, and we will deny ever knowing you." The rottweiler now found himself sitting alone, looking down at his food. His gaze drifted up to the guard station on the other side of the thick window where his eyes made contact with a coyote whose eyes bored into him. Taking his headphones off, the coyote turned to the guard next to him saying a few words and then left the guard station. Striker glanced down at his food, suddenly having lost his appetite and feeling uneasy.

Back in the guard quarters, Jon laid there on the bed, his arms still around Ben as the white cat slept fitfully. The fox looked up as Mitch came in and slowly extricated himself from their slave's arms, careful not to wake him. He sat on the bed while the coyote sat on the other side. "So what did you find out?" He asked in a quiet whisper. "Remember how Gordon told us that he had been tortured repeatedly before he came to us?" Jon nodded. "Apparently, that rottweiler was Ben's tormenter." "Damn, but I thought...." The fox's train of thought was broken upon hearing their pet's whimpers. Ben was tossing and turning on the bed between his two masters. His whimpers quickly grew until he was thrashing under the sheets and screaming. Both coyote and fox quickly lifted their pet and brought him between them in a comforting hug as the cat woke up from his night terror. Having come fully awake, Ben found himself hugged from both sides by two of his loving masters. Mitch asked in a quiet voice, "You were dreaming about the things Striker did to you, weren't you?" As his nightmare came back to him, the cat broke down and sobbed, nodding as he buried his face in the coyote's shoulder. "Jon, call Dr. Gordon and tell him to come over now." "Yes Sir."

A few minutes later, the prison physician arrived in Mitch's room to find the coyote comforting his slave as he cried on his shoulder. Mitch looked up at the raccoon and answered is unspoken question, "Ben's had a night terror. His memories of the tortures he experienced before coming here have returned." He went on to explain where he found the cat and the state he was in, and went on to described in detail what he learned regarding one rottweiler named Striker. Ben lifted his head and looked at the doctor tearfully, "How come I'm remembering again all those horrible things, Doctor?" The raccoon sighed and rubbed the back of his head, "The brain is a very complex thing, Ben, and often has many redundancies in it. While we did our best to wipe all your memories of your life before coming here, it is sadly not surprising that more were hidden away in another corner of your brain. Unfortunately, it would seem that when Striker was taunting you, he triggered those dormant memories." "Gordon, isn't there anything we can do to make sure these memories do not haunt Ben anymore?" The raccoon nodded, "There is, Mitch." Ben felt renewed hope upon hearing the doctor's words and listened attentively as he went on. "You see, the first time we did this, we put Ben under hypnosis and had him recall general memories of his experiences when Striker was tormenting him, noting that they were all concentrated in that one part of his brain. So when he had his first electoshock treatment, I finished it off by concentrating current in that particular spot, depolarizing the neurons there and thus wiping his memories, along with all that happened to him before that time." The cat nodded, "Yeah. I remember waking up after that first time. The only bad memories I had were how terribly painful those first shocks were, but every time I thought of them, I couldn't help but remember how wonderful it felt after the pain went away." Both Mitch and Jon ran their hands through the short fur between Ben's ears, affectionately petting him while asking the doctor, "So what are you going to do this time to make sure he can never remember any of this?" Gordon sighed and looked on sadly at the cat, "Ben will have to be put under hypnosis again, but this time he'll have to relive in detail everything that happened to him at Striker's hands over the months he was tortured." The cat whimpered as the doctor went on. "I estimate that it will take a full week to fully map out all the memories in his brain. He should also be sleeping in the ward where we can continue monitoring his brain activity as he sleeps, especially through the night terrors he surely will be having each night." Ben buried his face and muzzle against Mitch's shoulder and wept. Both fox and coyote were tearful as well, their hearts aching at the thought of their beloved pet having to endure so much torment. "Ben, as terrible as it sounds, it is in fact not all that bad." The cat lifted his head again and looked back at the doctor, "How can you say that, Doctor?" "Because when we are done, you will not remember anything about Striker or even remember these hypnosis sessions or ever having night terrors. You will be able to look into that dog's face and have no idea who he is or what he's talking about." Sniffling and wiping the tears from his eyes, he nodded. "Yeah. More than anything, I want to never remember those awful months." Getting up, Mitch helped his pet out of bed. "Then it's settled. Go with Dr. Gorden. You just as well get started. He'll see to it that you are never haunted again by memories of Striker." The coyote's expression hardened, becoming grim. "As for myself and the other guards, we will see to it that Striker himself never haunts our beloved pet." His eyes locked with the black fox and Jon nodded, "Agreed." The two then turned and headed out while Dr. Gorden led his patient out towards the hospital ward.

Mitch and Jon soon met up with Markus and Edward, the two other prison guards, at their station overlooking the prison common area and the coyote spent the next 15 minutes briefing everyone on what happened to their slave. The anger in the room was palpable as each of them looked out the window where the rottweiler was wandering around by himself. Edward growled, "Well, that explains why the other prisoners will not even get near that fucker." Markus nodded to the dingo. "Word must have gotten out among the inmate population. I've noticed the fearful looks on some of them when they gaze this way. They are really nervous out there." "It's because they know we really love our pet." Markus affirmed. "I've been listening in on some of their conversations. From what I gather from many of the long-term inmates, they're of the opinion that the guards posted here before us were a lot meaner to them than we are and think it is because having Ben to play with keeps us in a good mood." "They may be right," Mitch observed. "We have been cutting the inmates a lot of slack." He looked around at his fellow guards. "Have any of you even activated any inmate shock collars?" They all shook their heads except for Jon. "I only did it once, and that was when that one stupid fuck called Ben a whore." Mitch nodded, "and the beating we gave him afterwards probably reinforced the notion that we're very protective of Ben." "So what can be done for Ben though?" The coyote went on to explain how their pet would be spending the week in the hospital ward, reliving the torments he suffered at the hands of the rottweiler. "Shit! As if the poor guy hasn't suffered enough!" "I know it stinks, but the good news is that when Dr. Gorden is through, Ben will remember nothing of his past before he was our pet and will not even remember the hypnosis sessions and night terrors." Mitch reassured his colleagues. "So what are we going to do about that fucking dog then?" "For now, he'll spend the next week in solitary. I have an idea already what I want to do with him, but I want each of you to spend some time watching over Ben as he goes through his hypnosis sessions when you are off duty during this week. We all need to truly understand what our boy endured before he came into our lives."

Striker sat alone on a bench. He was getting annoyed with all the others in this place. He had always liked the idea of being feared, but not like this. None of them would even meet his gaze and get near him and would quickly retreat from him as if he had the plague. The whole commons room was subdued and he would frequently catch his name being furtively whispered among the other inmates. He had briefly looked back at the guard station and noticed all four were meeting there and grew uneasy at seeing their angry expressions as they looked in his direction.. He muttered angrily to himself. "This is so stupid! How did I know that cat had become the personal fuck toy to those guards!" He thought back to the weasel who had declared he was a dead dog, but kept rationalizing to himself, "They can't just kill me. There's got to be due process. They can't prove a thing." he muttered to himself. The rottweiler suddenly became aware that it had become deathly quiet and that the room reeked of fear. Everyone was looking towards the opposite corner of the room. Following their gaze, he turned around and saw two of the guards, the black fox and the coyote, in full-body armor, walking across the commons area directly towards him. The other two were at the station, watching everything. When they were 5 meters from him, the coyote said in a stern voice, "Prisoner 3856. Lay down on your stomach with your hands behind your back." Striker hesitated only a moment, but before he could comply, his neck muscles clenched hard as painful shocks from the collar assailed him and he fell forward, screaming. The shocks quickly stopped and the next moment, the two guards were upon him, roughly binding his wrists in handcuffs behind his back and dragging him to his feet. The next thing he knew, he was being marched across the room to the door. The dog suddenly became fearful and tried to resist only to be hit by another surge of electricity through his neck. As he fell to his knees, the two guards roughly dragged him the rest of the way and through the door as he writhed in pain from the ongoing shocks. He found himself being dragged through a series of hallways until they reached an iron door which was opened. His cuffs were removed and he was shoved through. He stumbled and fell forward as the door slammed shut, plunging him into darkness.

Every day for a week, Ben would be put under hypnosis by the prison psychologist and would be forced to relive one torture session after another at the hands of Striker. Loosely bound to the bed to prevent him from injuring himself or pulling out the wires connected to his skull, he would thrash on the bed, whimpering, crying, and screaming in agony. During that time, each guard would spend an hour or two watching as their pet would relive this ordeal, pleading to his tormentor for mercy. At the end of each day, one or often both guards who were off duty would sit with Ben and hold him as he cried himself to sleep. Every night, one of the off-duty guards would take turns sleeping in the ward in the bed next to Ben's as the cat slept fitfully, his head still fully wired to record his brain activity, and every night he would wake up screaming several times from night terrors. He would then be comforted as he cried himself back to sleep. Throughout it all, Gordon would record all the cat's brain activity, carefully mapping out the neurons where the memories and nightmares were stored from each hypnosis session and each night terror. The raccoon, having grown quite fond of the white feline, had to work very hard in keeping himself from breaking down each day as he watched Ben relive each torment and torture session he suffered. The guards themselves fared no better. Their rage grew with each day as they watched helplessly Ben go through his ordeal. While the prison population was ignorant of what was going on in the hospital ward, they could sense the rage from the guards and grew very quiet, fearful of being on the receiving end of their anger.

On the fifth day, during one hypnosis session where Ben was crying out in anguish, his pleas became heart wrenching when they learned that during his torture sessions, he had been pleading for death. Everyone caring for the cat realized that he could never be left alone for a single minute through the remainder of the week for fear he'd commit suicide. The rage of the guards reached new heights that day and especially Jon, who had to be restrained by the others from going to Striker's cell. "I can't believe you are letting that fucker sit quietly in his cell like that! Don't you want to kill that bastard?!" He shouted to the coyote. "Of course I do! I've wanted that dog dead from the moment I found out who he was and what he had done to our Ben." He turned to the others. "Now that you've all had a good idea of the kind of hell Ben went through, I think we can all agree that it is time to prepare to carry out an execution." When the other three nodded, Mitch went on to say, "It is my intent that once we are done with Striker, Ben could conceivably walk among all the inmates and they would be terrified of even looking at our pet."

"Okay, have the inmates return to their cells, but pick two of them and send them to the electroshock chamber for work detail." The coyote then stood up. "We have an execution to prepare." With Markus and Edward remaining at their posts, Mitch and Jon made their way back to the medical ward where they found Gordon going through their pet's latest brain scans. The raccoon's eyes were bloodshot and his face was wet. Not even looking up from his work, he said in a hoarse voice, "That fuck broke Ben. He had him begging to die, for fuck's sake!" "I know, my friend." Mitch sighed. "How much longer before you are done with the hypnosis?" "Ben's reliving the last few weeks of his ordeal now. We should be done with all of it by mid-day tomorrow. I've been programming all the data in for the memory wipe as I go. So I'll be ready within an hour of his last hypnosis session." "That's good, Gordon." The coyote rested a hand on the raccoon's shoulder to comfort his friend. "You need to make that piece of shit suffer for what he did to Ben." The doctor said in anger. "We plan to electrocute that dog." "Good. He'll suffer much that way." Both coyote and fox were startled to hear those words from the physician. "I sense you two sound surprised that a doctor like me who's sworn an oath to do no harm would say such a thing." "Uh yeah. We are kind of." "If you had to sit and listen through every one of his sessions and see what it was doing to him, you wouldn't be that surprised." The raccoon then turn around and faced Mitch and Jon. "Ben once told me in detail what he felt that first time he went through his electroshock therapy. He said it was agonizing, beyond anything he had ever experienced, and when the current went through his brain, it filled him with this sense of horror and it felt like it was going on forever." The raccoon slumped with his elbows on his knees and broke down into tears. "Every nerve in his body was in agony and he was fully conscious through it all, and I did that to him." Both the fox and coyote gave Gordon's shoulders a reassuring squeeze. "He'll never suffer after this and feel nothing but pleasure. You have seen to that, Doctor," Jon said. He then added, "In fact, he's coming due for his weekly shock treatment, isn't he? Once you've wiped his bad memories, why don't you have some fun and pleasure him silly." Mitch smiled at the fox's idea and added, "In fact, I would wager that Ben would love to mate with you too." Gordon couldn't help but smile at the idea. "I admit that I do find him attractive." He looked up at his two friends and nodded, "Thank you." The coyote grinned back before turning serious again, "So how are those brain scans looking." Turning around back to his desk, he switched the computer monitor to the window showing his progress. "These red areas in his brain represent the areas that were most active when he was reliving through his ordeal or having one of his night terrors." "That's one serious chunk of neurons, Doctor. Are you sure you can erase that without affecting his mind or erasing his memories of us and the happy times he's had here?" In response, the raccoon switched on a additional set of scans that overlaid the previous ones. "All these blue sections represent his more recent memories of his time with us. As you can see, they are in a completely different area. It's as if his mind compartmentalized all the negative memories to keep them separate from the good ones. This will make my job much easier because of that." "That's wonderful news." Turning to the fox, "Jon, why don't you check up on Ben. Our pet could do with some cheering up. I'll head over to the electroshock chamber and oversee the preparations for the execution." "Yes Sir." and with that both guards headed out their separate ways as the doctor resumed his work.

In the medical ward, Ben was laying in bed, having just finished reliving one horrendous torture session in his latest hypnosis session when Jon walked in. The fox's heart ached at seeing the cat's haunted expression. He sat down next to the white cat on the bed and took his hand in his, "Hey there." Ben gave a weak smile at his vulpine master. "Mitch and I just had a chat with Dr. Gordon. He said this should be all over by mid-day tomorrow." The cat nodded slightly at the news. "Soon after that, he'll be able to take away all those bad memories. You will remember nothing of your time before you became our pet." Ben squeezed the black fox's hand in response. "Thank you, Master, for telling me. I don't think I could have gone much longer." Jon swallowed a lump in his throat and croaked, "I know." He then broke down and wept as he sat there. The cat found himself deeply moved at seeing one of his masters crying for him. It renewed his will to live and endure the remainder of his ordeal.

While Jon was comforting their pet, Mitch was in the shock chamber, overseeing the two inmates on work detail as they removed the electroshock chair. At that moment, Markus walked in. The red wolf saw his fellow guard overseeing the work and walked up to him. "Hey Mitch. Why are you having them remove the shock chair?" The coyote turned around and whispered to his friend. "because I do not want that piece of filth sitting in Ben's chair. I'm going to have them install the old electric chair in it's place." The wolf's eyes widened. "You mean the one that was used for torture and executions?" "That's the one. Do you have any objections?" "Hell no! That dog deserves nothing less." The two inmates had finished unbolting the shock therapy chair and under the direction of the guards, they carted it out the door to a storage room. From that room, they removed a square-backed chair made of solid wood, with leather straps hanging from the back, seat, arms, and leg supports. As the electric chair was carted out, Mitch pick up from the shelf the leather electrocution helmet and a box with additional electrodes, and followed the inmates back to the shock chamber to finish setting everything up.

An emotionally and physically exhausted Ben lay curled up on his bed. The memory of the last time he was tortured just before he was sold and sent away was still fresh in his mind. After a whole week, the wires had finally been removed from his skull and his head fur shaved back down to its short fuzz. "Hello Ben." He looked up and smiled weakly to the coyote. "Hello Master." Mitch sat down on the bed and pulled his pet into his arms. "He was so horrible to me. I wanted to die." His master answered in a hoarse whisper, "I know....I heard your pleas while you were hypnotized. It broke all our hearts, especially Jon's." He then tightened his embrace, desperately wanting to comfort his cat. Ben sniffed and nodded, his eyes wet with newly shed tears. "I so much want to forget all of it." "And you will." both master and slave looked up at the raccoon as he walked in. He went on to say, "Everything is ready." "So you can really make me forget everything he did to me?" "Once it is done, you will remember nothing of this." The cat closed his eyes and sighed, "Thank you." He was lead to a room with a bed. Next to the bed was a control panel with wires leading to Ben's shock helmet and shock collar which were resting on the pillow. "Okay Ben. Go ahead and sit down and we can get you ready." He sat there passively, letting the doctor coat his head with the conductive cream and sighed at the comforting weight of the shock helmet as the chin strap was tightened, securing it in place. The doctor finished by snapping on the shock collar around the cat's neck and buckling on his blindfold. He then helped him lay down on the bed. "Mitch, can you give him a mouth guard to bite down on?" "Sure thing, Doc" The next moment, Ben felt rubber being pressed against his lips and opened his mouth to accept the gag. It slipped between his teeth and the cat gently clamped down on the mouth piece. He heard the doctor address him. "Ready Ben?" The cat nodded, anxious to be free of his nightmares. In the next moment, he felt a very strong, but pleasant tingle grip his whole head. With a grunt, his jaws clamped down hard on the rubber in his mouth, colored speckles filled his vision, his ears rang, and he became very dizzy and felt the room spin around him until he lost consciousness.

Mitch watched his slave's whole body stiffen as the current surged through his head. The cat's facial muscles were scrunched up and drool was trickling down the side of his mouth. He was standing there anxiously when Gordon called out to him. "I think you may like to see this. Take a look." The coyote walked around and stood behind his friend, looking down on the display showing the image of his pet's brain. As he watched, the areas shown in red continued to disappear while the blue areas remained unchanged. After several anxious minutes, the last of the red areas vanished and the current automatically died down and the cat's whole body went limp. His master quickly went to his pet and took his hand. "He's unconscious!" "Yes. That is to be expected. He'll come to in a while." Nodding, the coyote removed his pet's blindfold and mouth guard. He was about to removed the shock helmet when Gordon spoke up, "Eh. Don't bother removing his helmet. It's going to be used on him in a bit anyhow for his regular weekly treatment." Mitch turned around and nodded, "True, and from that bulge I see in your pants, I take it you are looking forward to it as well." Chuckling, the raccoon felt a blush form in his face. "I admit that I do find him quite attractive and have desired him for some time." The two continued chatting as the cat continued to sleep uitil he begin to stir awake. Mitch then took Ben's hand in his. "Ben? Do you hear me?" The feline was slowly become aware of his surroundings and heard his master's voice. He opened his eyes, and looked up at the guard and doctor. "Master? How did I get here?" "What's the last thing you remember, Pet?" He paused and frowned for a moment. "I was on my way to the guard station to meet up with you. I wanted to show you the nice new leather posture collar I made for you to use on me." He then became aware of a familiar weight on his head and reached up to feel his shock helmet. "Uh Master? What's going on? I had my head shocks last night when you mounted me." Mitch's only reply was to take his pet in his arms and give him a fierce hug even as his eyes filled with tears. While confused, Ben was more than happy to accept the embrace and began to purr happily as his master held him tightly in his arms. "We've all been very worried about you, Pet." "Something happened, didn't it?" "Yes. You've not been well for a whole week and only now just recovered." "A week Master? I don't remember a thing....." Ben again reached up to his helmitted head and frowned. "Doctor? Did you erase my memories of what happened?" "I did, and it was something you were quite happy to forget too." "So I'm okay now?" "More than okay, Pet." "Pet? You called me Pet, Doctor? You never called me that before." Ben giggled as he saw his physician get flustered. "That's because he's quite fond of you and has admitted to me that he finds you attractive." Ben could only smile at that. "I never said anything because I didn't know if it was right, being that you are my doctor, but I wouldn't mind giving myself to you, Sir." The raccoon's eyes brightened with long-suppressed desire as he took the cat's hand in his. "Thank you, Pet, and since it's been a week, I think it is time for another electrical treatment too." The cat's heart quickened with excitement as his member began to immediately swell. "Gordon, my friend. He's yours to play with for the next few hours. I'm going to leave you two alone and let the others know the good news that Ben's recovered," and with that, the coyote got up and left his pet with his new lover.

After his friend had left, the raccoon got up and locked the door to insure privacy. He then took off his lab coat and began to strip. The cat in turn slipped off his hospital gown and sat naked on the bed, eagerly waiting to submit to his fifth master. Gordon, now completely naked, went to his case and withdrew the cat's muzzle with mouth electrode, blindfold, and shock collar. "I brought these knowing that they would be used on you." He then opened a utility drawer in the room and removed four sets of leather cuffs, tossing them to the cat. "Put these on your arms and legs, Pet." "Oooh. Yes Sir." Wasting no time, he buckled the cuffs securely around his wrists, ankles, arms, and legs. Taking a series of straps, he had Ben lay down on the bed on his back and proceeded to secure his wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed in a spreadeagle position, with additional straps from the leg and arm cuffs going to the ends and sides of the bed to more securely immobilize the slave. "Uhh Master? Aren't you going to mount me?" "I'm actually a dominant bottom, Pet and would prefer to have you mount me, but given all that you've been through, I'm going to let your relax and enjoy my tailhole as I ride you." Opening a drawer next to the bed, he took out a bottle of lube and squeezed some into his tailhole. "Is there anything for my own tailhole, Master?" "Mmmm. Come to think of it, I do have something to further intensify your well-deserved pleasure." He then walked over to the same utility drawer and withdrew something shiny and metallic. "How about a bi-polar electric butt plug?" "Oh yes!! Please!!" The cat's cock was by now rock hard with excitement as he moaned in pleasure and anticipation while the raccoon lubed his tailhole and slid in the steel butt plug, leaving only the two dangling wires from the base, which he connected to a TENS unit. Gordon then coated the cat's cock with lube and without further delay straddled the bound feline, impaling himself on his erection. "Oh yes. I so needed this." He proceeded to slowly ride up and down Ben's shaft as the feline closed his eyes and basked in the wonderful pleasure he was being given. "That's it, kitty. Oh yeah!" He moaned in pleasure and leaned forward, locking his muzzle to the bound cat's in a deep, hungry kiss as he continued riding his member. Ben felt the pleasure grow as a tightness built up in his loins and groaned, "I'm close, Master." Coming to a stop, he settled down fully onto the feline cock. "Soon, but not yet, my pet." The cat's eyes lit up with happiness as he saw the raccoon atop him reach for his muzzle, knowing what was coming next. He opened wide to welcome the electrode into his mouth as his muzzle was slipped on, snapped to his helmet, and buckled tightly behind his head and around his snout. Gordon then snapped on and buckled the cat's blindfold in place and leaned back, still impaled on the feline's shaft. In quick succession, he turned the TENS unit on and set the current going the cat's butt plug to maximum, making the cat scream in surprise and pleasure as the direct stimulation of his prostate made the cat climax deep inside the raccoon's tailhole. The raccoon resumed riding up and down the cat's throbbing cock and flipped on the power in the bound feline's shock collar, sending the current running through his mouth and head electrodes. Ben's muffled screams of pleasure were instantly cut off as his throat muscles locked and his mouth clamped down on the electrified mouth guard. His mind slipped into that induced euphoria as he immediately climaxed a second time. With the feline going rigid under him, Gordon continued to vigorously ride his pet, reveling in the pleasurable sensation of the feline filling his tailhole. While Ben's pleasure centers were stimulated by the electricity going through his brain, the raccoon continued riding him, drawing out multiple orgasms over the 30 minutes that the current was on. The bound cat's whole body went limp as the current through his brain died down and awareness returned, just as he felt another strong climax burst from his loins. Gordon then settled down on Ben's erection and reached forward and removed the cat's blindfold, followed by the muzzle, pulling the mouth electrode out. The feline moaned in ecstasy, loving the feel of raccoon's warm, tight tailhole gripping his cock as he started to ride up and down once again. Gordon panted, "Let's see if we can get you to cum one more time.....Oh yeah....I so needed this." Groaning, Ben replied, "I'm close to cumming again already." "Then cum, my pet. You deserve it." Gordon grunted and tightened his anal muscles. Looking up at the panting raccoon above him, the cat nodded and let the orgasm claim him, arching his back against the Gordon's weight and throbbing once again his pleasure deep into the the warm, tight tailhole gripping his shaft. The raccoon then settled down on the feline's cock and looked down at his own rampant erection, which had been dribbling precum for the last half hour. Smiling at the cat, he reached forward and undid the chin strap, sliding Ben's shock helmet off. "So how about taking care of an old raccoon's needs now, my pet?" Ben looked down at his master's cock dripping precum onto his stomach and nodded, licking his lips hungrily. "MMmmm" Gordon got up, shuddering as he felt the cat's erect member slip out of his tailhole and scooted forward up Ben's chest. The cat moaned from the sensation even as the raccoon reached over to turn off the power to the TENS unit, ending the current going to the feline's electric butt plug. "No distractions, Pet. I really need to be sucked now." Gripping Ben's head, he pressed the tip of his cock against the cat's lips, which willingly parted, letting him slide into his warm, wet muzzle. Being pent up from having his prostate rubbed for the last half hour, the cat's suctions and rough feline tongue proved to be too much for Gordon. With a tight grip on Ben's head, he humped his muzzle deeply. Ben did not need any urging as he felt the raccoon tighten his grip on his head. Keeping his lips sealed tightly around the shaft thrusting in and out of his muzzle, he maintained a firm suction and worked his tongue around the gland. After only a minute, Gordon slammed his shaft fully into the cat's muzzle and came hard, throbbing his pleasure down Ben's throat. Having happily swallowed the raccoon's load, Ben smiled around Gordon's shaft as it pulled out of his mouth. "Feel better, Master?" "Oh yes, my pet. Thank you." He said as he got off of the cat and undid his bindings, removing the wrist and ankle cuffs.

While Ben was in the bathroom washing up, Gordon picked up the phone and made a call. "Mitch? How go the preparations?" Inside the shock chamber, Mitch and Jon had just dismissed the two inmates and sent them back to their cells. "The chair is fully wired and the tests are complete. We're ready to execute Striker." After a pause, he asked, "How is Ben?" "He's doing really well and is just washing up now. He's truly wonderful." "That's good to hear. You two finish getting cleaned up and I then want you to take him to our quarters, going by our location along the way." "Very well, we'll be there in about 15 minutes." Gordon then hung up the phone and went into the bathroom to wash up as well. Once they were all cleaned up, the raccoon turned to Ben and told him, "Mitch is busy with a prisoner and wants me to take you back to the guard quarters." "Okay Sir." They then left the room and started towards their destination.

Meanwhile, Striker was sitting sullenly in his solitary cell where he had languished. The doors suddenly opened, letting the light in for the first time in a week. Squinting under the glare, the rottweiler looked up to see the four guards at the door. "Prisoner 3856," intoned Mitch, "You are to come with us." Not wanting to further anger the guards, he quickly got to his feet and nervously stepped out of the cell. His legs and arms were immediately shackled with short chains and he was marched down the corridor. "Where are you taking me?" None of the guards said a word as he was lead through the medical wing. Turning a corner, they came face-to-face with Gordon and Ben. Striker was startled, not having expected to encounter the cat at that moment. "Benny?" Ben looked up at the rottweiler and frowned. "Do I know you?" He turned to the raccoon. "Nobody has ever called me "Benny" before. Who is this strange dog?" Gordon could only smile at the cat's quizzical expression while Mitch answered, "He is nobody, Ben." Mitch could see the shocked expression registering on Striker's face upon learning that his former victim no longer knew him as Gordon lead Ben away. He grabbed the collar of his prison shirt and pulled him close, snarling in his face. "That's right, you piece of shit. You are NOTHING to him. Your existence has been reduced to this one brief meeting you had with him just now." Striker went along numbly as he was shoved forward along the corridor. Soon, he realized they had led him to the medical wing of the prison and found himself in an examination room and ordered to sit in a chair. Dr. Gordon then walked in. "Ben is all settled in your quarters." Mitch nodded, "That's good." "So. Let's get this guy prepped." "Prepped for what?" "You will be silent, Prisoner!" Mitch then made a point of showing that his finger was on the remote to the shock collar around the rottweiler's neck. Striker clamped his mouth shut, not wanting to experience the painful shocks to his neck again. He sat there, fidgeting as the raccoon set about shaving the fur around his wrists and ankles, and began to get nervous when he started to shave the entire top of his head between his ears. "I need to shave the fur around his neck too." With a confirming nod from Mitch, Jon stepped forward and pressed a magnetic key, unlocking the rottweiler's shock collar. Gordon then finished off shaving the fur around Striker's neck and stepped back. Putting away the razor, he turned to the guards. "I'm done here. I'll wait in the control room until everything is ready." Once he left, the four guards quickly converged on the dog and roughly dragged him to his feet

With Mitch leading and Jon bringing up the rear with a taser in hand, the other two each gripped one of Striker's arms and roughly dragged him along back into the hallway a short distance and through a door into another room. Kept off balance, he only had a brief chance to notice the prison physician at a console in front of a window to a chamber before the guards quickly shoved him through the side door leading into that chamber. Inside, his eyes locked onto the electric chair. Built of the traditional solid wood with the straight back and leather restraining straps, this chair also had metal wrist binders bolted to the arms and ankle binders built into the leg stocks at the base. A metal collar was also bolted to the back of the chair. Each binder and the collar was dripping with brine-soaked sponges and had heavy electrical cables leading to each of them. Striker immediately knew what was in store for him. "NO!!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!!" He shouted and began struggling violently, kicking and thrashing, screaming in protest. His screams were interrupted when Jon struck him from behind with the taser, sending his whole body into spasms. Before he could resist, the red wolf and dingo turned him around and slammed him into the chair. Mitch quickly snapped shut the electrode collar while Markus and Edward each closed a wrist and ankle electrode. Having by then recovered from being stunned by the taser, Striker realized to his horror that he was now trapped. He continued to vainly struggle and scream in protest as the guards methodically set about further restraining him in the electric chair. Each leather strap over his chest, belly, legs, and arms was pulled painfully tight and buckled, leaving the rottweiler barely able to move. Mitch then took a large sponge out of a pail full of brine and placed it on Striker's shaved head. When he saw the coyote pick up the leather electrocution helmet with its copper mesh inner lining, his cries of protests turned to pleas for mercy. "NO! Please! Don't to this! I'll do anything you want." Ignoring the rottweiler's protests, Mitch pulled the leather helmet firmly down over his head, buckling the straps tightly under the dog's chin. "Noooo.. Please." His cries turned to whimpers and the guards all looked down in disgust at the dog. Mitch leaned forward and, gripping the dog's muzzle, snarled into his face. "Ben begged for mercy from you in the weeks you spent torturing him while you laughed and kept looking for ways to further enhanced the agony you put him though! Thankfully, all his memories of his time with you have been forever erased from his mind. So you no longer exist to him." Striker could only gape back in response, finally understanding why the cat did not recognized him when he saw him earlier. The coyote took advantage of the dog's stunned silence to shove a steel mouth guard into place. Before he could register in his mind the feel of metal against his tongue and gums and spit out the gag, Mitch quickly pulled a leather muzzle over the rottweiler's snout, compressing his mouth shut around the gag. Once the muzzle was buckled tightly around the back of the dog's head, all that was visible was his nose and a connector from the mouth guard, protruding through a hole in the end of the leather muzzle. To Striker's horror, he realized that he now had an electrode in his mouth when he saw the guard plug an electrical wire into the connector at the end of his muzzle. His muffled screams were ignored as Markus brought up a leather blindfold and snapped it to the top of the muzzle and the bottom of the electrocution helmet. The straps on each side of the blindfold were then buckled through the back of the chair, pulling the dog's head tightly against the wood. Jon then took the last wire and connected it to the electrocution helmet, tightening the wing nut firmly in place. The rottweiler sat there, his heart pounding in terror as he heard Mitch say. "Striker, for your crimes, you have been condemned to death. Electricity will run through your body until you are dead." He then heard Jon hiss into his ear, "and don't expect this to be a quick, easy death. You're going to get a taste of what you put Ben through before the electricity eventually kills you." With that, the guards all filed out of the room and shut the door, leaving Striker in complete isolation. He could hear no sound as he hyperventilated in terror, his mind in a state of disbelief at his deadly predicament.

At the control station outside the chamber, Gordon and all four guards looked through the one-way window to the condemned prisoner awaiting his fate. Gordon finished entering commands into the system. "I've just finished programming the sequences of shocks that will be administered." "How long will this take, once it is started?" asked Jon. "About 15 minutes before he finally dies." "It should be longer." The black fox growled. "Oh don't you worry about that, Jon. Once current is going through that dog's brain, it will intensify his pain to incredible levels and affect his sense of time. Every second will feel like an eternity to him. The guards all nodded in approval. Gordon pressed a final series of buttons and then announced, "The chair is now fully armed." "And everything is pre-programmed to run automatically once it starts?" Mitch asked. "Yes. All that is required now is to enter the Start commend and the electrocution sequence begins." "Thank you, my friend. I'll take it from here. You are dismissed?" The raccoon frowned in confusion. "Gordon, This is going to be a gruesome death, which I would rather spare you from witnessing. The last thing I want is for you to be reminded of what is about to happen here each time you administer Ben's monthly shock treatments." "Thank you, Mitch. I think I'll spend some time with Ben then." All four guards smiled at the doctor as he left them to go play with their cat. "Well then, let's get this over with." Mitch said and without any further delay started the electrocution.

Inside the chamber, Striker's whole body suddenly slammed against his restraints as current surged through his body: left wrist to left ankle, right wrist to right ankle, and ankle to ankle. The dog screamed as he felt the burning electricity coarse through his arms and legs and down his sides. His screams were cut off within a few seconds when current erupted from the mouth electrode to the collar, making his jaw painfully clamp shut as the burning electricity assaulted both his neck and the sensitive flesh in his mouth. Inside the control room, the guards could hear the loud hum of electricity as they all looked on with hardened expressions. They watched as the dog sat there, locked in the current slowly killing him as the electrocution helmet came to life. Electricity now surging through Striker's brain to his shock collar induced in the dog's mind a terrible sense of horror, while a loud ringing went through his ears and bright flashes of light went through his eyes. The worst for him was agony intensified to unimaginable levels by the current going through his pain centers, making him wish for the release of death. From behind the window, they could see that steam was now rising from the wrists, ankles, neck, and head as the current began to evaporate the water from the brine-soaked sponges within each electrode. Electricity was now surging through every part of the rottweiler's body except his center where his heart and lungs were working frantically. Blisters started to form everywhere an electrode was in contact with shaved skin. Even the flesh in the dog's mouth was drying up as the current sent steam rising from his muzzle. Blood could also be seen running from his nostrils, dripping down the front of the muzzle. Exhaust fans inside the shock chamber now kicked in, working to remove the growing smoke and smell of burning flesh rising from the electric chair's victim. Minutes that seamed like an eternity to Striker went by as his skin under the now dried out sponges began to char and burn, especially under his helmet. Seeing flames begin to form around the electrodes, Edward commented, "I'm not looking forward to cleaing up this mess when this is over." "Don't worry." Mitch reassured the dingo, "I'm going to assign the clean up to four prisoners." Markus noted the time on his watch. "It's been nearly fifteen minutes now." Jon nodded to the wolf's comment as he watch flames now spread up the rottweiler's arms and legs and rising from his head. Inside the shock chamber, the current suddenly increased to the maximum level possible as electricity now surged from the dying rottweiler's shock helmet to his legs, going through the chest. Trapped in his personal hell, feeling himself being burned alive from the inside, Striker now felt the crushing sensation in his chest as his heart and lungs seized up. The dog sat there, frozen in the grips of the killing current as his life was finally snuffed out, flames now erupting from his muzzle as well. The current went on for another minute and then shut down. In the subsequent quiet, the entire chamber filled with halon, extinguishing the fire from the burning corpse within that was the charred remains of the rottweiler once known as Striker. Mitch turned to his colleagues. "I'm going to wait 30 minutes to let the body cool. Jon, go ahead and select four prisoners to clean up this mess. Markus, you and Edward can resume your post at the guard station and let the prisoners out into the commons area. I'm going to wait here until the cleanup detail arrives." Without a word, all the guards departed at went to carry out their instructions while Mitch sat there, thinking of their pet, Ben, who would forever be free of this monster from his past.

A half-hour later, Jon returned with four prisoners, including the hyena and weasel who had eaten lunch with Striker over a week ago in the prisoner commons area. When the other two prisoners had returned to their cells after assisting in setting up the electric chair, the prison population instantly had know that Striker was to be electrocuted. So when they were called by the guard to clean up the shock chamber, they knew that Striker was now dead and that they would be removing his body. Even knowing this, they were unprepared for the ghastly sight that greeted them as Mitch lead the prisoners into the shock chamber. Then the sickly smell of burned leather, fur, and flesh assaulted their noses, leaving them all feeling nauseous, especially the weasel who quickly turned from the sight and retched the contents of his stomach onto the floor. Sympathetic, Mitch handed each prisoner a gas mask with filter like the ones he and Jon were wearing. "That should at least make your job a bit more bearable." Each gratefully put on the gas mask given them over their muzzles as the coyote gave them their instructions. "You are to removed that body from the chair and take it to the morgue. I want each of those electrodes cleaned up of any charred flesh and sponge and the chair scrubbed. The leather in the straps and helmet should also be washed and reconditioned. The chair should then go back into storage. Lastly, you are to make certain that all traces of the smell are gone before you are done. I want to walk in here without a gas mask and find no lingering scent telling me that this dog was fried to death. Understood?" "Yes Sir." They all nodded. While Mitch was giving the prisoner's their instructions, Jon had disconnected the wires from the electrocution helmet and mouth electrode and stored them away. The fox and coyote then stepped out of the shock chamber to let the prisons get to work. They first removed the blindfold and muzzle to reveal a half-burned face scrunched up in a frozen mask of agony. The hyena then had to pry the mouth open to removed the mouth electrode. He shivered at the sight of the burned-away tongue and charred gums. The electrocution helmet was then removed, part of the burned flesh and sponge sticking to the inside copper mesh. The top of the dog's shaved head was charred completely black with some of the bone underneath visible. While one cleaned the leather blindfold, muzzle and helmet of all charring, the other three set about releasing the body from its bindings. The hands had to be pried open from their grip on the arms of the chair where the claws had dug into the wood. The skin was partially burned away under the wrist and ankle cuff electrodes, as well as around the neck. The body was lifted out of the chair and placed onto a gurney just outside the shock chamber and taken to the morgue. They then spent the next few hours cleaning up and disinfecting the room, working diligently to expunge all remaining scent from the chamber until the guards were satisfied that all traces of the execution had been removed. The prisoners where then dismissed and sent back to the prison commons area where their tale of the horrible way Striker died was known by all by that evening.

Life for Ben and the four guards returned to normal in the days following the execution. Though he couldn't understand why, the cat found that his four masters seemed a great deal more affectionate towards him, especially Jon. He even found himself serving Dr. Gordon, often mounting the raccoon, and much to his delight, it occasionally was while he was being mounted and muzzle-humped. As it would happen, it was in the middle of such a four-way mating that his enhanced sexual stamina began to noticeably wear off. After cumming a third time inside the raccoon's tailhole, Ben was sexually exhausted, and barely managed to swallow all of Jon's cum as the fox climaxed inside his muzzle. He lay there, panting while his erection shrunk inside the raccoon's anal passage, even as Markus continued to thrust in and out of his tailhole. Seeing that their pet was tiring, the wolf opted to not tie with their slave, keeping his knot out as he throbbed his pleasure inside Ben. The fox and wolf then pulled out of the cat's mouth and tailhole, allowing him in turn to pull out of the raccoon. Ben then flopped over on the bed next to Gordon, panting. Having felt the cat cum inside him only three times and seeing him exhausted, he smiled fondly and petted Ben. "Worn out already, I see." "Yeah, I am, but it was wonderful." "That may be the case, but I think the time has come for you to have your monthly electroshock treatment." While Gordon could plainly see the look of joy on his patient's face at the mention of the shock therapy, he did not miss that both Markus and Jon had become quiet and pensive. After all of them had washed up, Gordon made his way to the guard station where Mitch and Edward were on duty and had a word with the coyote.

Mitch woke up the next morning, seeing his pet curled up in his arms sleeping peacefully, free of all nightmares. He nudged the cat. "Wake up, Ben. It's time for you to get ready for your session in the shock chair." The cat's eyes fluttered open and he smiled up at his master. "Yes Sir." While his slave washed up, Mitch made his way to the kitchen where he found the other three guards sitting quietly. Addressing Jon and Markus, he asked. "The lock-down went without a hitch?" The fox answered, "Yes. All prisoners are in their cells and accounted for." All could hear Ben in the bathroom as he used the electric trimmer to shave his scalp, wrists, ankles, and neck down to a short fuzz. The coyote could plainly see the look of unease in his fellow guard's face. "I know none of you are too keen on even thinking the idea of Ben in his shock chair, but I want us all there this morning. I want all of you to see for yourselves that what Ben goes through is nothing like what Striker was subjected to." "We all know that, Mitch," the dingo said, "but it's still hard to not to think about what we saw last week when you mention Ben's shock therapy." "I know. That's why I want all of you to see how completely different this is. Striker unwillingly went to the chair, kicking and screaming, terrified out of his mind, but Ben goes to a completely different kind of shock chair, eager and excited, very much wanting it." "We know, Mitch." Jon said, "and hopefully after seeing Ben sitting through a session, it will help us forget about last week." A moment later, Ben walked into the kitchen, all cleaned up and with his head, wrists, ankles, and neck fur trimmed short. "All ready to go?" the coyote asked. "Yes sir." All the guards then got up and followed as Mitch led their slave to the electroshock chamber. The cat glanced back at his other three masters as they followed. "Yes Ben, your other masters all want to see how much you enjoy your electroshock treatment." The cat smiled back at the other three guards and continued to follow the coyote with a spring in his step.

They arrived to find Dr. Gordon sitting at the chamber's control console. "Good morning, gentlemen. I will be with you in a moment, Ben." The cat nodded as they stood by, waiting for the doctor to finish programming. He then noticed the tube of electro-cream sitting on a shelf and taking it, worked copious amounts of it into the shaved fur on his scalp, neck, wrists, and ankles, making the short fuzz glisten. Having finished programming the console, Gordon came over seeing Ben finish applying the conductive cream to himself. He inspected the cat's head. "Very good, Ben. That's more than enough." "Just wanted to make sure I had good electrical conduction to my head, Sir." "Ready to sit in the electroshock chair then?" "Ooooh. Yes Sir." The raccoon then opened the door to the shock chamber and lead his patient in, quickly followed by his four masters. The cat walked straight to the shock chair and bending over and placing his hands on the seat, raised his tail to expose his anal opening to the doctor. Ben stood there, bent over and panting as his back passage was filled with the conductive lube until the raccoon said, "Okay Ben. Go ahead and sit in the chair." With no further delay, Ben turned around, and placing his hands on the arms of the chair, slowly sat down, impaling himself unto the chair's electric butt plug. Now settled fully into the chair and squirming in pleasure from the butt plug inside him, Ben brought his ankles and wrists down into their electrodes which were lined with a soft, padded conductive mesh. The doctor then locked the ankle electrodes shut and began preparing the cat's genitals, first working his testicals into their clear rubber pouch and positioning the conductive rings in place. While that was happening, Mitch began securing his pet to the chair, starting with the leather thigh and leg straps, buckling them tightly in place. As the coyote finished securing the cat's lower half, the doctor was sliding the sheath down over Ben's raging erection, working the built-in sound into his slit until the gland electrode settled firmly in place. Quickly connecting the milking tube to the end of the sound protruding out of the gland electrode and plugging in the wires into place, Gordon grinned to his pet and pressed a button on a remote attached to his belt. Ben suddenly moaned loudly as his genital electrodes came to life, sending an intense electrical current between his balls and cock that was still low enough to keep him from cumming. "Like that, don't you?" "Uh-huh," was all Ben could say in reply as he leaned back into the chair. Gordon locked the neck electrode shut, explaining to the guards, "Ben usually has to wait until his shock treatment begins before he feels any current to his genitals. I decided to further enhance his pleasure by having electricity tease him from the start." Mitch and Jon then worked together to buckle shut the upper arm cuffs. The fox then pulled the belts across his waist and stomach, buckling them tight. At the same time, the coyote pulled the two straps over the cat's chest, crossing them in the middle over the chest electrode that would keep his heart beating. Ben squirmed under all the restraints, panting. "Tighter." he gasped, begging to be more tightly bound. Smiling, they granted their pet's wish and pulled the leather straps over his chest, stomach, and waist two notches tighter. Markus and Edward looked on as the cat was left unable to even squirm. They, along with Jon, and even Mitch couldn't help but be aroused at the sight of their pet's lustful moaning. They could plainly see the joy in the cat's face as Gordon slid the shock helmet down onto his head and secured it tightly with the chin strap. When Gordon brought the mouth electrode to Ben's lips, the cat parted them to accept the metal and rubber mouth guard, which he practically sucked into his mouth. While he hummed contentedly around his gag, the doctor finished buckling the attached muzzle in place, keeping the cat's mouth tightly shut around the electrode. Once the electrical wires from the chair were plugged into the mouth electrode and shock helmet, the raccoon picked up the blindfold and asked his patient, "All comfortable and ready to start?" "Mmmmffff" Ben nodded his assent and closed his eyes as the blindfold was snapped and buckled in place.

With all the preparations complete, everyone filed out of the room and closed the door to the chamber, leaving Ben sitting quietly as he waited for his treatment to begin. They all stood behind the doctor, looking at the console as he explained what was on the display. "You can see here a map of Ben's brain. Any activity from his pain centers shows up in red, while his pleasure center shows up in blue." "I only see a bit of blue there." Jon noted. "Precisely. His pain centers are completely suppressed by this treatment. The blue you see is the result of the electrical stimulation to his genitals." Gordon when on, "Anyhow, I can see that Ben is anxious for his shock treatment to begin. So here we go." Jon and Edward looked up from the panel and gazed through the one-way window at their pet at that moment and both flinched as they saw the cat's entire body suddenly tense up against his restraints as the current hit him. Mitch, who has previously seen his pet go through this treatment, noticed the black fox and dingo were not comfortable seeing what was happening to Ben. "Guys?" Jon turned to his friend, "Sorry Mitch, but that just looked disturbing to me. I can't help but be reminded of last week's execution." "I know. That's why I wanted you three to see this. You need to see how different this is from what Striker went through." The coyote then tilted his head. "Do you hear anything from inside?" Markus nodded. "You're right. There's no loud hum of electricity." Gordon affirmed the wolf's observation. "Of course not. While the current is strong enough to make every muscle in Ben's body clench up, we are still talking about a current level that is only a fraction of what went through that dog. You'd have to be inside the shock chamber to hear anything now." The raccoon then drew all their attention back to the monitor. "Notice anything different?" Edward exclaimed, "Damn. There's blue everywhere now." The doctor nodded, "His pleasure centers are now all being stimulated to very high levels." He then pointed to one area. "Each of those pulses of darker blue represents orgasmic pleasure." They all looked out through the window and could plainly see that each registered pulse of pleasure accompanied semen shooting out through the milking tube attached to the hollow sound. Markus turned to the coyote, "Shit! You weren't kidding when you said Ben was cumming constantly." Jon looked in awe through the window at Ben as he sat there locked in the grips of the current, his chest heaving with the changing current. "What is it like for him?" "Ben tells me that he looses all awareness of where he is or how he got there. All he knows is that he's feeling intense pleasure and is cumming constantly and that it seems to be going on forever for him." Gordon wen on. "Truthfully, if anybody else were to experience this, it would feel like torture. We are talking about an extremely high level of pleasure that Ben is only able to endure because he's been conditioned for it." "That explains why he's so insatiable after his shock treatment." Edward quipped. "It will take all five of us to keep him satisfied." Markus said. Gordon nodded and squirmed, clenching his tailhole. "As long as I get the bottom." Mitch chuckled. "You really like getting mounted by him, don't you?" The raccoon nodded and smiled. "I claim the bottom too," added Jon. The coyote turned and looked in surprise at the fox, but then noticed the tender expression on his face as he gazed through the window at the cat.

They all stood there quietly looking on as Ben sat in the grips of the current pleasuring his entire being. When the flow through the milking tube began to noticeably abate, the doctor said, "He's starting to dehydrate from all his orgasms. It's time for his mid-treatment break. You guys can go inside, but don't touch him." All four guards walked around to the side and opened the door, entering the chamber. They could immediately hear the hum emanating from the chair as electricity raced through the cat. A moment later, the hum died down and Ben's body relaxed, but Mitch quickly noticed that he had not gone completely limp. He turned to see the doctor coming in carrying Ben's bottles of water as always, but now he was also wearing heavy rubber gloves. Seeing the coyote's quizzical look, Gordon nodded. "Yes, electricity is still going through Ben at a low level. I'm going to run some tests on him to see how I can further increase his pleasure." He removed Ben's blindfold and proceeded to unbuckle the muzzle and pull the electrode out of his mouth. Ben sat there panting with a dazed, happy expression until his eyes locked onto the raccoon in recognition. "Here you go. Have a drink." The cat drank his first water bottle deeply, not caring why he was still feeling a pleasurable tingling throughout his entire body. When he finished, Gordon questioned him. "How are you feeling, Ben?" "Oooh. Wonderful Sir. I feel tingly everywhere." "That's because electricity is still going through you at a very light level. I'm going to do some tests to see if I can make you feel even better now." Ben nodded and sighed happily. He then asked, "So what are you going to...nnnnnngggggggggggggg." While no current was going through his head, electricity suddenly surged from his neck down to all his limbs and genitals. The electricity then slowly decreased until Ben was able to articulate his pleasure in a long, drawn-out moan. "How do you feel now, Ben?" "Oooh wow! It f-feeeeellllss eeevvennnn b-bet-t-terrr.....C-cannn y-you make it s-s-stronnngerr?" "Don't worry, I will after we are done here," He then pointed the remote again at the console behind the one-way window "but for now, we are going to try something else." The current died down to a minimal level and the cat whimpered sadly. "Now Ben, just relax. It will all be back again. Let's see how current through your head affects you." "No mouth electrode?" he asked hopefully. "When we're done. Now keep your mouth closed so you don't bite your tongue." The doctor then remotely triggered the current going from the shock helmet to the neck electrode and Ben's entire faced scrunched up as every facial muscle contracted and his eyes rolled up the back of his head. The cat's face slowly relaxed as the current going through his head gradually decreased until his eyes faced forward again. "Ben, can you hear me?" The cat looked on with a glazed expression, drool coming from the corners of his mouth as the current was slowly decreased further until he became responsive again. "Ooooh. Th-thissss i-izzz won-derrrrrr-fulllll." Gordon then raised the current through Ben's body to the same level before that allowed him some control. "There you go. How does that feel?" The cat looked up blissfully at his masters with a slightly glazed expression. "I d-don't th-think I'll ev-ev-ever w-want to l-leave." "Well, you will have to when your treatment is over, but I'm happy to say that from now on, the current will be turned down to this level instead of turned off during your water break." Gordon's words barely registered as his whole body continued to be pleasured. Just as the raccoon finished speaking, Ben cried out in a shaky voice. "I-I'm g-going t-t-to....Oooooohhh...gggnnnnn...uhhh...uuuhhh..." The doctor laughed in delight as his patient climaxed. "Now let's see if you can drink another bottle of water with electricity going through you this way." With his entire being being caressed by the gentle current, it took Ben some effort to drink all the water. Surprise did register through his pleasure-addled mind when the electrolytes in the water he drank were enough to conduct electricity, making his mouth clench around the straw. When he was done, Gordon picked up the muzzle and guided the electrode back into Ben's mouth, which he eagerly accepted, happily clamping his mouth around it as the muzzle was tightly secured around his snout. To the cat's delight, his mouth immediately filled with the same strong pleasurable tingling, making the muscles within clench tightly around the gag. Once the blindfold was secured in place, his five masters left the room and the doctor sent the command to resume Ben's shock treatment. Mitch was happy to see his three friends looking on as their pet went rigid in the current with no further thought of Striker and the way he was put to death. Jon quietly murmured to Gordon, "Thank you for showing us all this....I can see how much he enjoys this." The fox turned to the raccoon and added quietly, "I'm a bit envious of Ben. If it weren't for my duties as a guard here, I think I'd want to sit in that chair too." "You do know that it would be very unpleasant the first time around, don't you?" The black fox replied, "and yet, he was willing to go through that agony a second time to feel the ensuing pleasure." Gordon nodded knowingly. "It seems like there's more to it than just that though." When Jon didn't reply, the raccoon went on. "We all love Ben very much and enjoy having him in bed with us, but it's more for you, isn't it?....You've fallen *in love* with him, haven't you?" "Yeah...I have." He nodded and thought further. "I think I came to realize it when I was comforting him between the hypnosis sessions." Jon felt a hand on his shoulder and gazed back at the coyote. "You know. Our tour of duty will be over in another year. The same goes for the doctor. We'll be able to settle down somewhere and we'll bring Ben with us. You could marry him then too." The fox smiled in gratitude and nodded. "and I'd be perfectly fine with us all sharing Ben even then." Mitch grinned and both turned to continue watching their pet. "I could set up a neurology practice nearby too. I'll bring with me the designs and programming for the electroshock chair and set one up there to continue Ben's treatments." "That would be wonderful, Doctor." Jon replied. Gordon smiles. "and if you still want to go through with it, I can have a shock helmet made for you too, Jon." The fox nodded and smiled as he continued to watch Ben go through the rest of his treatment. "Yes. I'd like that."