Vacation Continued
#13 of Undersourcing
Alright, so this was a couple of days late. Word of advice, don't work on multiple stories at the same time, it gives the brain hurts. On that note, I'll be uploading a couple more potential story kickoffs, so stay tuned.
On another note, I wasn't planning on doing this for the next story but
Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.
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Bridget couldn't remember ever being happier than she was at that exact moment. Granted, in relative terms the lithe weasel hadn't existed for very long, so it wasn't a hard metric to top, but either way her vacation had been a damn fine one thus far. The only real shame of it was that it was over halfway over and she'd be going back to work in a couple days, so she had to make them count.
At least waking up on her silken lavender bed sheet while her pussy was getting a thorough tonguing had things off to a good start. The who of it was a bit of a mystery as they were completely hidden under the covers, and she was far too comfortable and warm to want to move. Aside from a full body spasm from her clit being sucked, that is. Anyway, the mystery was easily solved the moment she looked at the foot of the bed and saw the end of a huge, fluffy, black tail sticking out from under the sheets.
So that covers the skunk's whereabouts, now she just needed to remember where... oh right. Bridget looked over at the corner of the room and saw the deer where she had left him, curled up in a ball on a rubber mat. He was lying on his back with his bottom half in a severe bend so that his crotch was in his own face. A special muzzle she had purchased to deal with his outbursts was magnetically locked onto the base of his chastity cage, keeping his imprisoned cock in his mouth. The base of a large custom buttplug labeled 'TWIG' in large neon purple font was also sticking out of the upturned rump, quietly buzzing away with a muted hum.
The position he was forced into must have been excruciating, she mused, also noticing the dried piss all around his mouth. His knees were resting on the floor straddling his head, the hooves having nearly carved out furrows in the carpet from struggling. At the moment he was completely still aside from some soft, if slightly labored breathing. Well, maybe it wasn't all that bad since he was clearly able to fall asleep with everything as it was. No matter, just seeing Twig tormented as such brought some partial memories of the previous night back, piece by piece.
There was nothing complicated about it, the deer's predicament was simply the result of his continuing reluctance to follow orders and submit. The skunk's reward for compliance and obedience, on the other hand, was the opportunity to sleep in a real bed and receive some degree of comfort. She'd have to make sure to reward him somehow for taking the initiative to pleasure her like this, but only if the deer was watching, of course.
Regardless, the precise events leading up to this moment were still a bit fuzzy, but they would come back to her eventually. For now she was happy to just enjoy the morning and fondly reminisce about the last few wonderful days. She spread her legs further and pressed firmly on the skunk's head through the sheets, moaning as he took the hint and aggressively drove his tongue into her tunnel.
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Their first day together was simple enough, just getting to know each other with a series of games to see what she could get the desperate pair to do. The skunk broke quickly, but the deer had been much more difficult, not that she minded of course. Watching him confidently try to maintain a sense of control and self determination and ultimately failing was part of the fun. Those qualities helped the deer win the first day, though as he learned the reward wasn't something he really wanted. The look on his face when he found out he'd be fucking her with a strap-on attached to his chastity cage though, she'd remember that as long as she lived.
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For the second day, Bridget arranged to have the cleaning crew fix up the catastrophic mess that was her apartment so she and her new pets had to spend the day elsewhere. Being the first real day of her vacation she chose to dress down, wearing a loose white t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. She led Twig and Berry about the castle by leashes attached to their shock collars for a while, enjoying the sight of the skunk and deer crawling on all fours due to the humblers locked around their balls. She had briefly removed the deer's humbler as part of his reward, but it was reapplied the moment he passed out with his strap-on still forced down the gagging skunk's throat.
At first Bridget wasn't sure how to spend the day, but early in the morning an idea came to her. Luckily she managed to find Markus, the new head of R&D, and after a quick conversation she had a pair of boxes commissioned and promptly installed in the courtyard near the large fountain.
Each box was made of white plastic, solid construction with a locking door on the front, a padded latex interior, and a small hole in the top. The interiors had just enough space to hold one of her waifish, femmy toys, pinning them in the fetal position with their heads sticking out through the top.
She made sure to install Twig first, since if the deer watched it happen to Berry he'd probably fight tooth and claw to avoid the same fate. Before he had the chance to react she pushed the deer inside, guided his head through the hole, forced his knees to his chest, and slammed the door shut behind him. He started shouting something at her, but she wasn't interested in what he had to say. A special ring gag with handles built into the cheek straps was forced into his mouth and tightly locked behind his head, changing the angered shouts to something more like gagging and grumbling. She then repeated the process for the compliant skunk, who timidly crawled inside any without any argument. After the door was closed and locked behind him, he quietly accepted his own gag.
Bridget couldn't help but admire the sight of her two pets, both reduced to a head sticking out of a short white box. She finished the installations by placing a simple remote with 5 buttons labeled one through five on each box.
"Alright, your activity for the day will be an easy one, just attract clients and service them, after which they can use the remotes to give you a review. The winner is the one with the best average score, and I will weight the average in case one of you gets much more work than the other." Bridget looked thoughtful for a moment, continuing with, "I think I'll do the final tally in say, six hours. After that, the winner gets to be released, and the loser gets to stay until tomorrow morning. Have fun!"
Twig didn't like the sound of that, despite his small frame he was already feeling cramped in the tight confines of the box. He may not have been claustrophobic but actually being trapped like this was getting him there. Berry, on the other hand, looked no worse for wear, already looking around for prospective clients.
Bridget grabbed a bullhorn from her bag and made an announcement to the folks milling about the courtyard. "These two cocksuckers and ball cleaners are freely open for use, provided you leave a review afterwards! Have at 'em!"
Within seconds a twin pair of lines had formed, one leading to Twig and one leading to Berry.
A tall, sturdily built rottweiler was the first in line for Twig, and didn't hesitate at all before ramming his semi-hard shaft down the surprised deer's throat. He thrust forward a couple times, easily sliding everything but the his knot into the tight, moist throat. Twig was able to do little more than gag at the sudden large intrusion, trying his best to move away despite being held fast in the box. The rottweiler, annoyed by the weak attempt to fight back, grabbed the handles attached to his cheek straps and began a brutal face fuck, careful not to knot the ring gag itself.
Meanwhile, an average sized, if chubby, red kangaroo was first in line to use Berry. The skunk was slightly nervous, but far more accepting of his role than Twig was. As soon as the long, pointed kangaroo cock was presented he slipped it through the gag into his mouth, using what little movement the box allowed to bob his head rapidly up and down the shaft. The kangaroo was almost drooling with a vacant smile as the skunk worked of his own volition, using his tongue to massage the kangaroo's meat while giving the blowjob of a lifetime.
Off to the side, Bridget rolled out a picnic blanket onto the grass, lying back to relax while watching her pets at work. She flipped out a pair of sunglasses, laid back, and let out a long, happy sigh. As she watched the grumbling rottweiler give a score of two to the deer, who had a dazed expression as cum and drool dripped from his gag, she let out a small, amused giggle. The skunk was off to a much better start, getting a score of five from the pleased looking kangaroo. After they both left they were quickly replaced by a short, skinny, and sweaty black rat for the deer, and a an average sized calico cat for the skunk.
Bridget shouted, "You're off to a weak start Twig, better up your game if you don't want to spend the night in there!" The deer's look of indigence was replaced by one of fear and disgust as the rat grabbed his handles and forced his surprisingly long cock through the ring. He clearly wasn't enjoying the taste of the musky cock pinning his tongue down, thrashing as much as he was able, but that may have been working in his favor as the rat seemed to be enjoying the fight.
In the other box, Berry was having some trouble with the cat, obviously not enjoying the barbed shaft buried down his throat, coughing and trying to push out the spiked intruder. The frustrated cat pulled out and climbed on top of the box before squatting and thrusting back in, using the new position to fuck the skunks face hard and shallow. After a minute or so of thrusting he pulled out again and finished by hand, shooting several globs of cum onto the skunk's face and through the gag. He dismounted, gave the skunk a three, and left with an arrogant huff.
The rat had since finished as well, having fired his load deep into Twig's stomach. Feeling pretty generous, he gave the deer a 4 and was on his way. Bridget watched as a squirrel and another skunk moved up to take their turns before lying back, enjoying the gentle rays of the sun, and nodding off with a smile on her face.
Six hours later, as she declared, she was startled awake by twin alarms in the rating boxes sounding in unison. The sun was setting, giving way to dusk as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She stood and stretched a bit before checking on her pets, both still locked in their boxes, and both completely drenched in jizz. Twig was in the midst of deepthroating a bull who just barely fit through the gag while Berry was giving a tongue bath to an eager dalmatian's pussy. She was happy to see some females had gotten in some licks as well, though she was just as surprised to see lines still waiting to use the two.
Without interrupting them, Bridget checked the scoring devices and grinned at the results. Berry served 127, average score 4.1, Twig served 121, average score 2.9. The skunk was the clear winner that day.
Once both bull and dalmatian were finished she announced the results, enjoying the disheartened look on the deer as he realized he'd be staying the night in his tight, sweaty little box. She unlocked Berry's gag and let him out, much to the disappointment of the waiting crowd, but just made the one line merge with the other waiting on the deer. The skunk was stuffed with cum having a rounded, full stomach sloshing around. She hefted him up in a fireman's carry and carried him home. The cleaners were long gone by the time she arrived, barely recognizing the pristine apartment before her. She pocketed the bill and headed off to get ready for bed.
Bridget relaxed in her bed that night, watching as Berry slept soundly, softly snoring and occasionally trying to dry hump his own tail despite his cage. Eventually she dozed off as she wondering how Twig was faring.
Elsewhere in the courtyard, Twig quietly wept under the moonlight as yet another large cocked fur, this one a black wolf, energetically humped away at his mouth.
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As Bridget decided, the third day was to be an easygoing day of relaxation and recovery, something less intense than the previous couple of days. The timing worked out well enough since when she purchased her pets she had made an appointment for that day with the groomers.
Once Bridget got through her morning routine she prepared a nice breakfast of chopped vegetables in a dog bowl for Berry which the skunk happily ate. Bridget made sure to grab a small pushcart to transport Twig, anticipating a mess that she was just as happy to not get all over herself.
A short walk to the courtyard later, Berry following close behind by his leash on all fours, she saw the deer passed out in his box. The crowd had long since dispersed by then, presumably having lost interest once he lost consciousness.
As predicted, when she unlocked the box, a bloated sweat, urine, and cum soaked deer fell out onto the cart, gurgling incoherently. Obviously more than a few of his clients decided to use him as a urinal instead of, or as well as, his intended purpose. After a short push to get the cart rolling they were on their way.
Thankfully it wasn't a long trip to get to the mall from the courtyard. Before she knew it she was inside and making her way to the groomer's shop, just a bit early for her appointment. She was glad she had the foresight to make an appointment, seeing a sizable group waiting to be served. Despite the crowd it appeared only one groomer was actually doing any work, a massive brown Clydesdale named Burt. His bluish-gray shark partner, Cecil, was in his usual spot lounging next to the register with his feet on the counter thumbing through a magazine.
Bridget approached the counter and cleared her throat to get Cecil's attention, increasing in loudness and obnoxiousness until the shark lowered his magazine and uttered a borderline sarcastic, "Yes? And how can I help you today?"
"I have an appointment for these two in 5 minutes," she said, indicating Twig and Berry. "I just wanted to make sure you aren't going to need to reschedule, your place looks pretty backed up."
"Yeah, that happens sometimes," Cecil replied with a halfhearted shrug. Just sign in and we'll get 'em squared away ASAP. Just a bath and full clean out, right?" Bridget nodded. "Alright, come back in four hours for pickup, should be done by then."
"Four hours? Really?" A blank look from the shark told her he was serious. "Have you ever considered the possibility that, I don't know, getting off your ass might help improve efficiency a bit?"
"I've considered it," the shark disinterestedly responded before looking back at his magazine. "Now toddle on and they'll be ready for pickup in six hours."
"Six? You just said four!"
"Trying for eight, are we?" he asked without looking up.
"You do remember who I am, right?"
"Yup."
"And what I can do to you?"
"Yup," he uttered again. The weasel stared at him angrily for a solid minute before the oblivious shark flipped another page.
"Ok, I'll admit, I'm impressed by your balls right now. Fine, six hours," Bridget said with a sigh.
Cecil laughed and looked up at her. "Thanks for that. See you in four hours then." She flashed him her own sarcastic smile, autographed the sign-in sheet, handed over the leashes, and headed out the door to find a way to burn four hours. Berry looked apprehensive as the shark took his leash, something that wasn't helped by the wide, toothy grin pointed his way. Still lying on the pushcart, Twig did little else but make a gurgling sound and twitch.
Unfortunately for Bridget there wasn't much new to see in the mall, but she managed to burn some time getting a snack in the food court and exploring a few stores. A pair of newer shops did jump out at her, places she made notes to visit once she had her pets back.
During her exploration she passed by the slave market and saw Edris, the brown lizard salesman standing outside on a smoke break. She gave him a friendly wave, laughing as he immediately dropped his cigarette and hurried back inside, tripping over his own feet and slamming the door behind him. Seems she made an impression.
Once the requisite time had passed, the bored weasel made her way back to the groomers. Her pets were waiting for her as she arrived, leashed to a post waiting on all fours.
Berry's fur looked exceptionally lustrous, fluffy, and wavy, his tail alone looking like it had doubled in size. His brown, slightly curly headfur was given a nice feminine style as well, really playing up his girly appeal.
Twig's short fur didn't look much different than before, though his light brown head fur was given a completely new style. The right side had a crew cut with the remaining longer hair combed over to that side. Like the skunk's cut, it worked well to increase his feminine appearance. His stomach was no longer bloated and rounded out as before thanks to being fully cleaned out during his grooming. What really stood out about the deer, though, was the angry expression partially masked by a bright red ballgag stuffed in his mouth.
Without looking up from his magazine, the shark said, "Your boy's got quite the mouth on him. Hope you don't mind that we quieted him up."
"He's got some fight in him, yeah. Here you go." She removed his gag and handed both it and the expected payment to the shark. He unceremoniously tossed the gag into a nearby cleaning bin and dropped the money into the register. Twig looked like he was about to voice yet another complaint about his treatment, but a withering glance from the weasel made him question the wisdom of doing so, at least for now.
Behind the counter, Cecil said nothing more and gave no indication further conversation was desired. Bridget shrugged and went on her way, grabbing the leashes as she left, her pets crawling after her.
Their next stop was a toy shop Bridget discovered during her adventuring that made customized toys for slaves and pets. She saw they had a lovely type of buttplug for sale that on top of being custom fit, could have their names emblazoned on the bottom. That was just the thing they needed for future excursions out into the world. No one else was waiting so the clerk was ready to take their sizes and get started right away.
When the fat grizzly shopkeeper held up a speculum-like device, the deer predictably freaked out, still being just a little protective of his own backside. Amidst the litany of swears and threats, Bridget, being embarrassed by his lack of self-control, gave him a shock until he went silent again. The punishment was enough to drop him to his side on the floor gasping for air as Berry nervously looked on.
"You know," interjected the grizzly, "I have something that might help if you want better control of his talk back."
"That'd be nice, sure," Bridget said with a small, embarrassed smile.
The grizzly nodded and looked through a nearby cabinet, pulling out a black muzzle with a pair of locking mechanisms on either side of the mouth. He tossed it to Bridget saying, "It's a long term device, thought activated like the collars. When you lock it it'll keep his mouth shut tight, otherwise it'll flex with his jaw and he'll barely notice it's there. Plus, the tip can be magnetically locked to anything metal, like, say, the base of your skunk's chastity cage. I'll give you a good deal on it since you're already getting the plugs."
"Thank you, can I put it on now?"
"Be my guest. It'll get keyed to your commands thanks to the collar."
Before Twig had a chance to recover she locked the muzzle behind his head and triggered it to shut his mouth tight. The grizzly then rolled him onto his knees and inserted the speculum for his measurement. A muted scream came from the deer due to the sudden penetration, unable to kick out at his violator due to the humbler still around his balls. He could only whimper and cry, slamming the mitts locked around his fists onto the ground as the device widened, getting as far open as possible before causing any damage. The grizzly jotted down the size, collapsed the device, pulled it out, and tossed it into a bin, leaving the sobbing deer gaping wide open.
The grizzly grabbed a new speculum and approached Berry, who, while not eager exactly, was far more accepting of it. In fact, Bridget could see a slight wiggle of his rump as the device pressed deep inside. He quietly moaned as it expanded a marked amount wider than the deer was able to handle, resulting in him humping at the air as he was held open. The grizzly took down the size, tossed the device away. and rose to his feet.
"I got what I needed. I'll send the new plugs and the bill to your place once they're done. Thanks from coming in!"
"No, thank you!" They smiled and shook hands before she left, dragging the reluctant, mute deer by his leash as they walked.
The other store Bridget wanted to visit turned out to be a clothing shop. As they walked through the door she explained to the duo that she wanted them to have some nice dresses on the off chance of a formal event. Twig clearly had a problem with her plan, as usual, but thanks to that lovely new muzzle he wouldn't be able to register any unwelcome complaints, aside from weakly tugging on his leash.
The tailor, a quiet though polite blue jay, luckily managed to get their measurements without too much interference from the deer. She plugged the numbers into a notepad, flipped through a catalog, then looked over at Bridget and said, "You're in luck, Miss, we have dresses in stock in each of their sizes if you'd like to have them try them on."
"They're electricity proof, right? In case someone wants to keep fighting, I mean." Twig looked displeased, but was ultimately cowed by the not-so-veiled threat.
Looking through the available options, Bridget selected a beautiful slinky black dress for Berry, and a simple tube top and short skirt for Twig. She removed their humblers, letting them stand for the first time in a while, and helped them put their respective dresses on.
The already feminine skunk was gorgeous in the new dress that was doing wonders in accenting his curves. The long dress almost reached the floor, stopping just above his footpaws. A slit along the left side ran all the way up to the top of his thigh. Despite himself, he seemed to be enjoying the attention. Twig's dress made him look more trashy than anything else, but really, Bridget figured that was the better way to go for him. His skirt was so short that a casual observer could easily see his chastity cage hanging below the hem. With a smile, Bridget said he looked beautiful while he quietly grumbled back.
Pleased with both choices, Bridget paid the clerk and left to head out for the day. She began the walk back home, still guiding the duo by their leashes, though this time around they didn't have to crawl.
A number of passersby seemed to like their new looks, catcalling the crossdressing duo in some cases, and playfully pinching them in others. One especially randy otter grabbed Twig's caged junk and almost managed to get a finger under his tail before he jumped away, unable to angrily shout with the muzzle still locked.
After they got back to her apartment, Bridget excitedly grabbed the package waiting by her door and dragged Twig and Berry inside. She helped them out of their dresses, making sure to store them away safely for next time. To her annoyance, Twig only reluctantly allowed her to put his humbler back on. While he didn't directly fight her he did make things needlessly difficult. Berry, on the other hand, she was happy to leave with that small degree of freedom, he had earned it.
The rest of the evening was fairly mundane and quiet from that point. She whipped up a quick dinner, putting bowls of chopped vegetables on the floor for her pets. Berry happily fell to all fours to eat his fill, and even Twig was too hungry to object and did the same.
Once bedtime rolled around, she signaled Berry to climb aboard her bed while she brought Twig to a rubber mat against the wall. She flipped him onto his back and before he could react, grabbed his ankles and folded him in half. His muzzle was opened and magnetically locked to the base of his own chastity cage, pulling him into a tight, painful self sucking position. He struggled and tried to shout something around his trapped cock, but she wasn't terribly interested. After retrieving and opening the package from the toy store, she pulled out the large black plug labeled 'TWIG', coated it in some conveniently included lube, and began pressing it into the deer's exposed tailhole. He was in no position to fight back, merely gritting his teeth and trying to ignore the pain of everything. With a bit of work, she popped it inside the tight hole, watching lustily as it slowly closed around the thin base.
Watching as his fellow pet was tormented, Berry wisely continued to be silent.
Having finished getting the deer trussed up for the night, Bridget disrobed, tossed the discarded clothes into a new pile on the floor, and climbed onto the bed alongside the skunk. Berry visibly grimaced as he reflexively tried to get an erection at the sight of her naked, but was prevented by his own tight cage. The reaction was lost on the sleepy weasel as she pushed him onto his side and pulled his large, fluffy tail down over his hips. She hugging the oversize tail like a stuffed animal while resting her head on his soft belly like a pillow.
Within moments she was asleep, unknowingly reaching between the skunk's legs and fondling his large balls and smaller caged shaft, exacerbating his inability to achieve an erection. He found himself wondering, however, if he really minded so long as he watched the weasel sleeping with a smile. As she cuddled up to the confused skunk he wasn't sure quite how to process his conflicting feelings, one of continuing frustration from his trapped member, and one of... affection maybe? One of affection towards his captor. Perhaps he had finally understood his role in things, never to seek personal pleasure, only to serve his mistress. Either way, compared to what Twig was going through due to his selfishness he felt profoundly lucky.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the bedroom, the deer was hating himself for thinking the same thing.
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And that brought her back to the present morning. At some point during the night Berry took it upon himself to please his mistress without being asked. That was the best kind of initiative, right there. On the other side of things, the deer was suffering through his latest punishment, one that ideally would finally help him to accept his place in the world. In any case, it was probably time to let him out for the morning. After, of course, she allowed Berry to finish his self appointed task, driving his tongue into her folds one last time and triggering a shuddering orgasm.
Finally ready to start the morning, she threw off the sheets and slid out of bed, smiling at the happy skunk whose face she had completely drenched. She released the lock holding Twig's muzzle to his cage making his body instantly uncurl, giving several painful sounding snaps and cricks as he straightened out. The deer awoke with a loud gasp, and while she expected the usual threats and posturing to follow, he simply looked up at her with a look of cowed fear. Her smile widened, as that was the look she had been striving for.
Even if Twig had finally learned to keep his mouth shut, even without her needing to use his special muzzle to force it so, she wasn't going to be removing the device anytime soon. If she invested in it he was going to be wearing it. On that note, looking at the buzzing plug still stuffed in his rear, she realized she hadn't done the same for Berry yet. Well, better late than never, and the femmy skunk still lying on his belly was presenting such a tempting target.
She left the deer to rest up, grabbing the other much larger plug, giving it a nice coating of lube, and approached Berry's backside, startling him with a gentle caress of his rounded rump.
"I hope you don't mind that I forgot to give you your gift last night, sweetie," cooed Bridget as she pressed the plug firmly against the pink tailhole between his cheeks. For a moment she thought he was about to recoil, or at least fight back in some way, but instead he slid his knees under his body and pulled them up to his chest, raising his ass up and giving her easier access. He even raised his tail as far as possible while very obviously wiggling his butt. That settled it, she loved absolutely everything about this skunk, she hit the jackpot.
Placing the tip of the plug at his hole once again, Bridget began pushing with a slow, steady amount of force. A loud series of moans were coming from Berry as he massaged his dangling caged genitals with the latex mitt locked around his wrist, enjoying the feeling of being stretched well past his previous limit. She stopped for a moment to rest at about the halfway point, using a free hand just to hold it in place before resuming the insertion.
Eventually the plug made it completely inside with a loud pop followed by a sucking sound. Bridget enjoyed not just the sight of his filled tailhole quivering around the base, but the sight of his toes rhythmically flexing as he adjusted to the feeling. He was softly bucking his hips probably trying to trigger an orgasm that she knew wouldn't come. Still, that did give her an idea for a new activity for the day.
Bridget threw on her robe and left for the kitchen to make breakfast, placing a bowl of vegetables on the ground for each of her pets and a plate of scrambled eggs on the table for herself. As Berry and the very sore Twig walked in, she pointed to the ground with a glare. The skunk dropped to all fours and crawled the rest of the way. Seeing this, Twig did the same, but was still stiff enough to have some difficulty. As they all ate she took some time to look through her bags of toys from the previous day, searching for something in particular. She grinned as she found what she was looking for, a pair of specially made cock rings, guaranteed to prevent any unwanted orgasms while allowing full erections.
She palmed the rings and waited for them to finish eating before announcing her plans.
"You two've been so good lately," her voice lowered as she narrowed her gaze toward the deer, "some more than others..." Twig winced as she cleared her throat and continued. "You've been so good that I decided to yet you out of your cages for a little fun. Both of their faces lit up with joy, especially Twig, Berry had reconciled with his own pleasure not being important, so it was mostly a nice treat, but the deer was elated. "Now get on your backs and I'll get you freed."
While rushing to get into position Twig nearly knocked Berry over, but they both managed to quickly get into position while taking care not to sit directly on the plugs still embedded in their rears. Bridget sauntered over and knelt over Twig, straddling his stomach and blocking view of his crotch. She removed his cage and marveled at the speed with which his thin, tapered cock sprung to life. Before the smallish shaft could get very far she slipped one of the rings down to its base and checked to make sure it was held fast by the swelling flesh. She then did the same for the skunk, removing his cage and slipping a ring on his short but thick cock without him noticing.
As she rose to her feet she undid her robe's sash, letting it all fall to the ground, revealing her svelte form and pert breasts. With a sultry grin she asked, "So who wants my mouth, and who wants my pussy?"
Drooling from desire, Twig practically pounced on top of her, wrapping his arms around her midriff and driving his thin cock deep inside her. He immediately began pounding away at her like a madman, his hips hitting her so hard that her rump was visibly reddening under her fur. The utterly delighted shouts and moans from the desperate deer were even enough to rattle the nearby windows as he humped away. He may have been on the small side per her usual tastes, but he was making up for it with his enthusiasm.
Berry timidly crawled over on his knees to Bridget's head and presented his own shaft to the gleefully moaning weasel. As soon as he was close enough she slurped the fat pink cock into her mouth, making sure to watch her teeth as the deer pounded her raw. She used the force of his thrusts to bob her head up and down while the skunk whimpered, arched his back, and gently thrust his pelvis to help her suck him off. His new position gave her just the angle she needed to grab the base of his buttplug and jiggle it about, twisting and playing with it, making him lose control from the feelings coming from his tailhole. When the plug was smashed in especially hard he could feel his fat balls drawn in, almost like he was about to cum, but a sudden throbbing at the base of his cock completely canceled the feeling out, resetting him back to the beginning. He understood what happened once he looked down and saw the dull gray ring staring back at him. For a brief moment he was disappointed at the ruined orgasm, but after everything he'd been through, from his small amount of time in training or the last several days with the weasel, it no longer felt important. He was happier just to have the feeling of her hot mouth wrapped around his flesh, knowing that is was what his mistress wanted.
His counterpart, however, was slower on the uptake than the skunk was. He reached three of his own misfires before he realized something was amiss. Tired and out of breath, he stopped his humping only to react with rage when he saw a ring had been added when he wasn't looking.
"What the fuck you fucking psycho bitch!? What is WRONG with you!?" Twig screamed as he pulled completely out of her pussy. He futilely attempted to remove the ring with the solid latex mitts locked around his wrists, but they did nothing else but slip about the swollen flesh frustrating him further.
Bridget was none too pleased by the cessation of activity in her pussy, having been on the verge of climax herself. She pulled her mouth off the skunk's cock and asked, "Excuse me, were you planning on finishing the job, or are you just going to leave me hanging?"
"GO TO HELL!" replied the enraged deer, no longer interested in playing her games, though the unwitting bit of humor in his outburst got a chuckle from her. He crossed his arms and added, "I'm not gonna bother fucking you unless you knock off the tricks and let me cum, end of story."
While this was an annoying development, she did recall picking up the exact kind of thing that'd help her fix this problem. She just had to make it so playing wasn't optional. Sighing under her breath, she walked over to her bags and pulled out a big box with a picture of a piston on the front.
"The fuck are you doing? Get this thing off-" At that point she was done listening, once more triggering his muzzle to lock shut while retrieving a massive nearby dildo.. The same one that was used on the skunk during their first day, in fact.
"You know, I thought we had turned a corner this morning, I really did. When are you going to understand you no longer have an option about, well, anything anymore? Least of all when you'll get to cum next, which, face facts, is going to be a hard never. Berry figured this all out and look how happy he is." Berry looked at Twig, smiled, and nodded, getting back a sneer of contempt from the deer. He fucking hated that skunk.
Opening the box, Bridget pulled out a large cylinder shaped steel device with a rectangular base screwed on and placed it directly on the hardwood floor. With a few button presses the base formed a powerful vacuum seal and was firmly secured in place. Both deer and skunk watched on, not sure what she was doing. The cylinder of the device was tilted to form a low angle to the floor, after which the dildo was posted on the open end. At the same time both realized what it was, a fucking machine.
As Bridget briskly strode over to Twig and grabbed his wrist while he tried to fight back. He might not have been very big or strong, but he was shocked at how powerful the skinny weasel was when angry. She tossed him in front of the machine like he was a rag doll, harshly yanked out his plug, and forced him onto the obscenely large dildo at the end of the machine. If his mouth hadn't been sealed shut, his screams would have shattered glass. He was just lucky some lube from the plug was left over to help it in.
"If I want you to fuck me, one way or another, you'll do it," she stated, ignoring his anguished struggles.
The machine was set to maximum and promptly began hammering at the deer's tailhole with an unreasonable amount of force. Before he had the opportunity to remove himself, Bridget crawled in front and backed up, reinserting his still hard cock into her pussy. She let out a satisfied hum as he resumed fucking her, this time assisted by an unrelenting machine. Seeing Berry still watching off to the side, she beckoned him over so she could resume sucking him off. He crawled over, more than happy to comply, and shoved his fat cock back into her maw.
The trio went on like this for a long while, the machine pounding Twig's ass raw, which in turn forced him to drive repeatedly and roughly into Bridget's cunt, which in turn helped her give the skunk one hell of a hummer. By the time Bridget made it back to the verge of orgasm Twig had experienced three more blocked orgasms forced by the machine relentlessly thrusting into his ass. That's not to say he really noticed, being far more concerned with the burning under his tail from his overstretched ring. Berry was having a perfectly pleasant time with his cock treated like a lollipop by the eager weasel. He had two more failed attempts to cum, but as before was perfectly happy with things as they were. She was happy, and so was he.
One more thrust from the machine drove the deer into her pussy again, finally triggering her explosive climax. She shoved the skunk away to get his cock out of her mouth, not wanting to bite down at the wrong moment as she was seized by a powerful orgasm. She slipped off of the deer and rolled onto her back, furiously driving fingers into her juicy cunt and arching her back as she tried to draw out the feeling. Once it faded and the afterglow set in, she crawled over to the fucking machine and set it to low while lowering the angle so it pinned the deer to the floor. She idly rubbed her pussy while watching him quietly crying and drooling on the floor. A sudden hot, yet familiar feeling hit her as she looked down to see the skunk had crawled between her legs to resume the morning's activity, eagerly eating her out.
Bridget sat back on her elbows and wrapped her legs around the skunk's head as a happy thought crossed her mind. While her vacation may already be halfway over, that just meant she still had three more days of paradise ahead of her.