FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

_ English is my third language, please correct me if I am using Chinese-style English. Please feel free to comment ^_^ _

_ Inspired by SMWolf's artwork Basement Bondage, thank you for allowing me to use it. _

New job, new life

** Martha Mouse checked the drawer, empty. Someone must have stolen her money when she gone out to buy food. Inwardly she was running with a troubled tide of thought.**

** The next morning, Martha was standing in front of a computer shop. It was early, and few pedestrians were in evidence on the city streets. She thought it would be so simple: Break into the local computer store early in the morning before any other fur was around, smash open some display cases, and grab a few thousand dollars' worth of high tech gear. She could sell it and get the money she needed for her rent and some food.**

** Martha was wearing jeans and she has a cap to hide her face from the hidden camera.**** She was carrying a blue bag and her T Shirt was blue and white. She took out a pair of glove from the bag and put them on. Finally she covered her shoes with plastic bags to avoid leaving shoe prints. She looked at the computer shop again, still no lights and no sign of the shop owner. The brown mouse eased the backdoor open with a pocketknife and iron wire which has no fingerprints.**

** There was no sign of alarm when Martha opened the door. The shop was dark but she could see clearly. However, she did not realise that someone was watching her from inside a room. She quickly smashed a display case and grabbed whatever she found. Suddenly, whole shop turned bright as daylight. She turned and saw a male cheetah - flat chest, so, must be male - with a smiling face. He was tall and broad-shouldered.**

Martha was struck dumb with fear; she gasped and broke into a run but she was no match for the male cheetah. And then she was in his strong arms, her head drooping like a child's across his shoulder. She stared at him; his eyes were sensuous and radiant like pure diamond with a hint of sky blue, which captured every nerve in her mind.

** "Scream all you want but when the police arrived, you'll go to jail directly," Clive warned. "Trust me, you'll die PAINFULLY in the jail."**

** At the thought of being sent to prison, Martha shook with fear. Clive did not call the police. Instead, he bound her and took her to his car. He opened the back door and threw the crying mouse on to the rear seat. "You want to go to my house or go to the jail? Good, lie still and relax," he said with a smile and closed the door.**

** Slowly her face relaxed. Why is he taking me to his house? She thought. Suddenly fear assailed her again. Is this cheetah going to eat me? She thought.**

** The car came to a sudden halt, she was lying on the seat and could not sit up. He opened the door and carried her gently - like how the bride carried the groom into the Bridal Chamber.** She gave him a timid little smile when he looked at her amorously; and then she felt herself blushing furiously. This will be my last time seeing the beautiful sky. She thought.

** Clive carried his prize to the basement. He threw the cap and bag aside. Martha screamed when she saw what was in his basement, but it did no good. "I'm going to untie you now, you better stop shouting like you saw a ghost," he said with a smile.**

** "Mr Clive, please don't eat me," Martha restrained herself with difficulty from showing a quaver in her voice.**

** "Eat you? Maybe later but now I'm going to have fun with you. Lift up your hands, if you resist, you'll go to the prison directly," Clive said and pulled up her T Shirt. "Nice, you don't wear bra." He then removed her shoes and stockings.**

** Martha quickly covered her D-Cup breasts with both hands. Clive giggled and began to remove her jeans, "Nice, your panties so sexy," he said as he pulled down her panties. She disliked the place, which affronted and almost frightened her.**

** Clive soon had Martha hanging from the ceiling in a lewd suspension and her secret garden was fully exposed. "I could," he began, "get you sent away for a few years and die in there. Or I can punish you myself but you won't die. Which do you want?"**

"Please," Martha cried, "all I wanted was some money for food. I'm starving! Someone had stolen my monies."

Clive looked up at the scared mouse thoughtfully. After a few moments, the cheetah said, "Here's the deal. I punish you now for breaking into my store and trying to steal from me, but we talk about a job afterwards."

"What type of job?" Martha asked eagerly. She looked at him, perplexed.

Clive did not answer but instead he went to a storage chest and rummaged around. When he returned, he had some scissors and sat down before Martha's sex. She stared down at him in shock. He smiled up at her and said, "Let's just consider this your job interview. Now introduce yourself and don't move." He started to trim away the long pubes.

** "My name is Martha," she stammered. This was the weirdest interview to her, someone was shaving the place that she considered as holy and she did not like to be shaved. She trimmed that place every week and kept it clean. What would happen to her secret garden after he finished shaving?**

** "Go on," Clive encouraged and went back to the job of grooming her pussy. He was able to cut a good amount of her pubic hair off. He now put some shaving cream on her pussy. He then began to finger her little pussy. Once again it became extremely wet and she moaned with pleasure unconsciously.**

** Martha continued to introduce herself to Clive.** She fought to keep back her tears. When would this interview end?

** "Your measurements?" Clive asked churlishly.**

** Martha hesitated. "I never measured," she admitted.**

** "Weird, girls like to measure their own chest, waist and hips," he said sarcastically. "And then compare and compete with other girls. But you don't do that, I presume you don't have a boyfriend yet."**

** Martha was thunderstruck, she dared not asked how Clive could know about that.**

** "Do you know anything about BDSM?" Clive asked enthusiastically.**

** This was followed by a short silence.**

** Martha nodded. "Parents mentioned...to me when I was young," she was too reluctant to speak the taboo word 'BDSM'. She faced away to hide her blushes.**

** Clive chuckled in a very contented and satisfied way. Martha only had a few stubs. He remedied the situation and got some baby oil out and put little more shaven cream on her pussy. "Your job title is All Purpose Maid, in short you'll be my personal maid, I'll let you know about you job scope later." He then finished the act. Her pussy was now bald, like a baby. "Ta da! Do you like your pussy now?"**

** "Yes," Martha lied because she was afraid to be punished.**

** Clive untied Martha's right ankle. "Can you raise your leg?" he asked with a smile.**

** "Yes, I learned ballet before," Martha replied and lifted up her right leg. Clive pulled down a rope from the ceiling and tied her right ankle. Now her legs were spread to a straight line.**

** "Alright, listen carefully," Clive said,** snapping his fingers. "I'm glad that you calm down already. However, you made too many mistakes and I'll double your punishments."

** "Did I fail the interview?" Martha asked shakily.**

** "Yes but I'm willing to give you another chance. Now I'll give you some basic ideas before I start punishing you." For the following two hours, Clive told Martha about her job scope. He explained his plan in some detail. She felt sickened and depressed but was too frightened to refuse. He mentioned many kinky punishments and she did not want to be punished - especially the wooden horse.**

** Clive unbuckled and let his pants dropped to the floor. And then he undressed, his skin was tan in color with black spots all over their bodies. He has long, slim, muscular legs and a long tail. He then pulled his underwear down showing his nasty, hairy, body. There from the juncture of his muscular legs in a nest of brown hair was a large wide cock. He lowered the rope until Martha's sex was in front of his groin. "Remember, no pain, no pleasure," he said and forced his cheetah-cock inside her. She endured suffering quietly.**

** "Wow, you're not a virgin but never mind," he muttered.** She felt herself blushing furiously.

** Finally, he began to pound himself inside her so hard she was building climax fast. After a while he withdrew from her, and walked to her back. Then, putting his cock at her tail hole, he began to grunt and strain, forcing his cock into her ass. Once he was deep within her ass, he started pounding herself into her again. Luckily her asshole was still virgin, it was tight and the suction was strong. After a few more thrusts, he withdrew from her again and walked to her front again. He entered her soaking vagina again - he wanted to shoot into her womb directly. My holes! Ouch! What is he doing now? She thought.**

** She grunted through her teeth three times, blowing out air, as straining to reach climax. A groan echoed around the room, followed by two more spasmodic thrusts, a sigh of fulfilment and then she lowered her head.**

** He released the ropes and she fell to the floor. She gasped and wrung her little hands. "Clean my dick," he ordered.**

** She never done this before and did not know what to do. She just licked the shaft only. There was an awful whiff coming from his groin. He grabbed her mouse hand and rubbed his virile masculinity with her hand. She was panic-stricken and pulled her furry hand away. She felt like she was holding a molten-hot banana without the skin. "Open your mouth," he said with a smile.**

When she opened her muzzle, she felt the turgid shaft slid quickly into her mouth and down her throat. His pecker was a too big for her muzzle and she thought her muzzle was going to be torn apart. A feeling of sickness came over her.

"Use your hands, touch it, feel it and lick it," he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

She has never put a nasty thing in her muzzle before. She thought that cough medicine was the vilest tasting thing but she found out that his pecker was nastier than that. Medicine was bitter but this man's genital was like the unpleasant odour of mold.

"C'mon, massage my balls," he chuckled. He grabbed her soft right hand and used it to caress his balls. His scrotum was solid and rounded. She tried to use both hands and brushed his balls but her fingers seemed to be all thumbs. The situation put her in the mire but he still felt the pleasure.

"Yes...that's good. Continue to massage them," he purred.

After a few minutes, he came and released the warm semen into her stomach directly. She wrinkled her nose at the bad smell and taste. The food in her stomach was dancing and she would vomit any time. After she cleaned his sausage, he pulled out and warned, "Don't vomit." She forced herself not to vomit; a tear trickled down her cheek.

** She looked at him, and he laughed reassuringly. "Yes, you've passed the interview, now go to that room and wash yourself clean," he said as he put on his pants.**

** Ten minutes later.**

** They were standing in front of a room on the second floor. She was shocked when she entered the room. It was small but beautiful. The walls were purple, except the white ceiling. Her bed was in the middle of the room, surrounded by two drawers and large wardrobe.**

** He chuckled. "This is your room but you'll be hang in the punish room if you don't behave."**

** "Thank you, Master," she replied politely. She did not hide her private parts anymore and she did not try to put on her clothes.**

** He patted her on the head in a friendly manner. "You learned fast," he said with a happy grin. "Remember, obey me and my friends and you won't get into trouble. Now we'll go and clean your house, you don't need a house anymore, you'll be staying here forever."**

** She regretted that she broke into his shop, now she lost her freedom and she would become a sex slave forever. The room was nice but this was not her property, in fact, she was his property now.Am I going to live as a sex maid until the end of the world? She thought.**

"Don't be so radical with things, relax and view more to the far side," he giggled. "For example, you don't need to worry about your career, rental and basic necessities anymore. Be a good maid and I won't ill-treat you."

"Yes, Master."

"Now wrap your body with this towel, we're leaving now."

Before they walked out from the house, she suddenly felt herself blushing furiously.

** "Feeling shy?" he inquired and she nodded slowly.**

** He giggled. "You must adjust yourself to new conditions," he said. "In future, you'll be fuck in the public. Understood?"**

** "Yes, Master."**

** "And one more thing, whenever I give you orders, I expect you to follow without hesitation. You'll go to the punish room immediately if you hesitated, the wooden horse is waiting for you there. Do you want to go there now?" he asked, smiling.**

** She quickly shook her head. "Master, you are the potter and I am the clay. Mold me and make me, have your own way. I give my life, I give my all to Master; to be a willing vessel, to use me through and through," she promised.**

** "Good girl, now get into the car," he said with a laugh.**

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Clive parked the blue Nissan in front of a clinic.

** "As a maid, you can't have babies, you'll undergo birth control treatment," Clive declared.**

** "Yes, Master," Martha replied. She felt sad but dared not protest.**

** They waited for five minutes before the doctor invited them to his room. A kangaroo was checking something on his Asus notebook. "Mr Clive, I need to take her to a private room," the kangaroo doctor said with a smile.**

** Clive understood but Martha did not. "Martha, he's your first customer, I'll wait for you at outside," he said, grinning.**

** Martha followed the doctor to another room.**

** "Pretty nurse, I want to buy many pills that can boost girl's breasts for more milk," Clive told the barn-owl nurse.**

** The barn-owl giggled. "Mr Clive, congratulate on buying first maid. What's her cup size and age?" she asked.**

** "D-Cup, twenty," Clive replied. "By the way, I didn't buy her at the Slave Market, she came to me."**

** The nurse** thought for a moment and checked a manual. "One pill before bedtime and her breasts shall be readied after five hours, this mean you can have fresh milk by next morning. Don't ever take more than one pill at a time," she passed a box to Clive and explained slowly.

** Clive nodded and paid for the medicine. When he stood in front of a room, he could hear the moaning, groaning and purring sounds. He returned to his car, he estimated that the kangaroo would fuck her for about one hour.**

** Two hours later, Martha walked out from the clinic like a duck. "How's the doctor?" Clive** quipped.

** Martha face flamed with shame. "He's a nice doctor," she replied.**

** Soon, Clive arrived at Martha's house. "Pay the rental now and then I'll help you to carry some of your belongings," he said as he gave her some monies.**

** Later, Clive put a language at the rear seat. "Since today is your first day, you can call it a day now," Clive said. "I suggest you read the books whenever you're free. Remember to take a pill before bedtime and produce two cups of milk every morning."**

** "Yes, Master."**

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** The next morning, Martha put two cups of milk on the dining table. After Clive sat down, she knelt before his groin, released his cheetah cock from the fabrics and then engulfed it. Her skill was not good but he was satisfied. After he ejaculated, she licked clean his dick and covered it properly. He crawled out underneath table and stood behind him.**

** Clive stood up and gestured Martha to come. "Your belly is so soft and you looked so weak, I don't think you can entertain one hundred customers per day. I'm going to train you until you got four-packs on your belly, now go to the punish room," he said with a smile.**

** "Yes, Master."**

** Clive entered his bedroom to print something before he walked down to the basement. "Follow these diagrams. Basic plank for 15 minutes. Elbow plank for 15 minutes. Push ups 30 times," he explained slowly. "Now stand with your feet a bit further out from your hips. Arms are out in front of you. Good. Then lower yourself as if you wanted to sit down until you reach a 90 degree angle. Slowly, don't rush. Finally return to the starting position. Repeat 30 times, understood?"**

** "Yes, Master."**

** "I'll go to the office now and I hope you don't cheat me," Clive warned.**

** "No, Master, I won't."**

** One week later.**

** "You're going to entertain ten customers this morning, they'll pay me well if you satisfied them. If you failed, you'll straddle the wooden horse, understood?" Clive giggled.**

** "Yes, Master."**

** "Don't take too long because ten more customers coming after lunch," Clive added.**

** That day, Clive earned a lot of pocket money from Martha. She managed to satisfy the customers and they were willing to come again. She became his cash cow.**

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** Two years later.**

** Clive entered the auction hall alone, he sat down at the front seat and began to read the catalogue. He took out a pen and circled a photo. Soon, the auction began. Today there were twenty slaves to be auctioned.**

** Slave number five was a brown mouse. "My name is Martha," she introduced herself. "I can produce two to three cups of milk every morning." She was fully naked and she got four-packs on her belly. Many potential buyers approached her to perform some testing, and then they started biding. Finally Martha was sold at ten thousand dollars.**

** Clive giggled. "Now I can buy another cheaper slave," he murmured. He needed a new cash cow.**

** When the last slave appeared on the stage, Clive began to bid without testing. Luckily not so many potential buyers as this cat slave was only fifteen years old. Clive wanted to try out underage slave - especially a cat. Finally he bought the slave at five thousand dollars. After signing some documents, he went home with the new cash cow.**

The end.