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We had just sat down for dinner when the up to now faint vibrations of the engines suddenly changed to what seemed a feverish pitch. I turned and looked at Nikki, my best friend and companion on this trip to Earth.

Suddenly the speakers crackled and played a short alarm blast. A moment later came the announcement, "We are under attack by pirates and need to perform evasive maneuvers. Please return to your cabin, strap in and activate emergency mode."

"What do we do now?"

Nikki was already moving, "What they said, there isn't really anything else that we can do." After a moment I got up as well and hurried after her. It took us a minute or two to reach our cabin. My stomach lurched twice when our ship (space liner, actually) suddenly changed direction. The alarm and announcement was repeated continuously.

We entered our cabin, folded out the emergency chairs, sat down and strapped in. Nikki pressed the button for emergency mode and two oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling. We put them on and then we waited.

Every now and then the pitch of the engines changed and my stomach lurched as we maneuvered. The ship jolted as if it had hit a pothole and I looked at Nikki.

"That was probably the missile launchers firing." My friend studied spacecraft engineering, so I assumed that she knew what she was talking about.

"Do you think we can win against the pirates?"

"I have no idea. That depends on what kind of ship they have. But then a space liner isn't a warship, so most likely not, but then we only need to escape or hold out long enough for a patrol ship to help us." She considered the matter for a bit before she went on, "In a core system like Formalhaut there should be enough navy ships that no pirate would even dare to come here. But... I just don't know."

We waited a little more and suddenly the lights began to flicker, and then a strange high pitched whine came from somewhere below that, "What was that?"

"Probably our point defense firing at missiles. And the noise is probably the shield generator working overdrive."

"So they are shooting at us?"

"Sounds like it." We looked at each other and shuddered. We fretted while we listened to the noises of the ship and tried to divine how the fight was going. Not good for us, it seemed. Up to now the noises had not been all that loud, but then there was a quite loud explosion from somewhere near the back of the ship.

"I fear we just lost the shield."

Apparently we had, a few moments later came another explosion and then the lights flickered and failed. We sat in complete darkness for a terribly long moment before the emergency lights came on.

I shivered when I noticed the sudden silence. For the whole trip the vibrations of the engines had been a more or less constant background noise, but now they were suddenly gone.

"What now?"

"It seems that the pirates disabled our ship. I fear they will board us now."

"What will happen to us?"

"Depends what the pirates are looking for. If it is just money and loot, then we should be fine. But if they are looking for slaves..."

"You really think that's possible?"

"Supposedly the slave trade is a very profitable business."

"From what I read, yes." I thought about it and shivered, "And we are prime material for it, aren't we? Young, healthy and female."

"Yes. Yes, we are."

"Is there anything we can do?"

"I fear not. What should we do? We don't have weapons and can't fight."

"Fuck!"

"Yes, exactly. Quite possibly literally so. After all..."

I never found out what she wanted to say, because at that moment the door opened and two figures entered. Judging by their size they were both male, but I couldn't be sure as they both wore heavy combat armor and carried nasty looking rifles. They were obviously pirates, they even had skulls and crossbones painted on the armor.

They pointed their guns at us and one of them snarled, "Stand up, sluts."

I looked at Nikki for a moment, but the look she gave me said that she saw no way out either. I hit the release for the webbing and stood up. Nikki followed a moment later.

The two pirates looked us over and then one of them said something to the other. I could not make out words, I could barely hear that he was speaking at all, apparently he used an intercom between the suits. The other one said something in return.

A few moments later the one who had spoken first pointed his gun at Nikki and commanded, "You, sit down." Then gestured at the door before he aimed at me, "You, move."

I didn't move. I didn't want to move and for the moment I was frozen by fear as well.

He waited a moment and then pressed a button on the side of the gun. A small screen next to the muzzle lit up and showed a "1" and then a bolt of what looked like lightning hit me. It hurt! For a moment my whole body seemed to cramp up, but I didn't, couldn't move or even scream. The stars I saw slowly receded and then I saw him press another button and the number changed to a "2".

It took me a moment to realize the meaning, the next shot would hurt much more, and my resistance crumbled. A part of me knew that going with them was probably going to be the worst mistake of my life, but I saw no way around it and so I obeyed and hurried out of the cabin. Moving was hard, my whole body felt like pins and needles and the fur stood straight up where I could see it.

The two followed me and I heard the door close behind us. One of them commanded, "Cross your wrists behind the neck and move it. And keep your trap shut." and gestured towards the back of the ship with his gun.

I obeyed and almost stumbled in my haste to obey. It took us only a couple of seconds to reach the landing with the elevators. I realized that I was far from the only captive. There two other pirates watched over several captives, all of them standing with their wrists crossed and facing one of the walls. One of the pirates grabbed my neck and my wrists and pushed me towards the wall next to one of the elevators until my face pressed against the wall. He released me, poked my back with his gun and then walked away. The floor was carpeted, but even so I could hear the tread of their heavy boots.

I could not see a lot standing like this but I was afraid to move. Out of my left eye I could see a female cat. Under different circumstances I might have laughed at how she looked, but now... All her fur stood straight up, so hard that it even puffed out her shirt and dress and her eyes were wild. I shuddered when I made sense of it, she had probably refused to cooperate and they had shocked her at a higher setting than they had me.

I heard the heavy boots again and a few moments later a male canine stood facing the wall to my right. Several other captives joined us in the next few minutes.

And then it was time to leave. One of the pirates stomped with a boot and commanded, "Listen up, sluts. Line up two by two facing me." We hurried to obey and soon we stood facing the pirate who had spoken the command. As far as I could see there were six armed pirates standing around, watching us.

"Now you will follow me. If you give me any problems..." He pointed his gun at us and pressed a button and the "1" on the little screen counted up to "6", shifting color from green to a glowing orange as it did so. The meaning was clear enough, anyone who didn't obey perfectly would be punished harshly.

"Now move." With that he turned around and walked up the stairs and we followed. We went up one deck and then through the airlock. Down a short tunnel, through another airlock and ended up in a loading bay in the pirate's ship (at least I assumed so).

The deck was strewn with discarded clothes and it wasn't difficult to divine the source: Several naked furs, captives, presumably, stood facing a corridor that led off to the right while armed pirates watched them.

The pirate who had led us here turned around. Once all of us were in the bay he commanded, "Strip, sluts!" I, and most others, didn't obey right away. He waited only a few moments before he zapped the fur in front of me. The lightning lit up the whole bay. Her fur stood on end and she made a high-pitched whine that spoke volumes of the pain she was in and then she collapsed slowly.

Moments later the first article of clothing hit the floor and soon we all stood naked. The female canine he had zapped still had problems moving, but soon she had shed her clothes as well and managed to move back into her spot in the line where she stood. She swayed a little and her limbs trembled.

"Wrists behind the neck!" Like most others I had tried to cover my nudity, but like the others I didn't dare to disobey. "Now listen up, sluts! You will sit where you are told to. The 'fun sticks' go into your holes. Once you are sitting, lean back, put your paws and feet into the holes for them and open your mouth wide." He gestured with his gun, "Don't make me repeat that. Now come!"

We turned to the corridor that led off to the left. Four pirates were waiting there, one of them a female. Unlike the pirates that had boarded the space liner they didn't wear armor or heavy weapons but still wore handguns on their belts. Two of them opened little hatches, one on each side of the corridor.

I was aghast, "Are we supposed to crawl in there?" (I didn't say that out loud, of course). Apparently we were. There was a seat in there, complete with two rubber cocks sticking out of it. For a moment I wondered how that would work with a male (there was one in the first row) but then I saw a little switch near the top of the enclosure, marked with male and female symbols. One of the pirates switched it to the male position and one of the rubber cocks retracted into the seat.

The two furs in front of me balked for a moment but then gave in. Two of the pirates moved on to open the next hatches while the other two helped (or forced) the captives into their seats. One of the 'helpers' mimicked sitting down and then pulling his butt cheeks apart.

I didn't get to watch the two strap in as the armed pirate gestured impatiently at one of the hatches. I hesitated for a moment but then gave in. From the look he gave me, I would go in there, the only question was how much they would hurt me before I did.

I turned around and grabbed the edges of the little hatch (it opened upwards) to steady myself and then step back, putting my feet into tubes that felt like (slightly) oversize rubber boots. Then I crouched, pulled my butt cheeks apart and dropped into the seat. The two rubber cocks, which were thankfully not much thicker than a pencil slid into my sex and tailhole. The sensation wasn't pleasant, but I could not deny that it thrilled me a little.

I put my paws into the holes to either side of the seat and leaned back. Meanwhile the pirate had pulled a kind of mask down from the top of the enclosure. I hesitated for a moment but then I obediently opened my mouth. The tube went in my mouth and the mask enclosed my head completely. There were holes I could see out of, but they were made of a milky glass, so that I could only see rough shapes. He closed the zipper at the back of the mask (or was it a hood), which went all the way down to my throat. He pushed my head back and I could hear little clicks as the mask connected itself to the back of the seat, fixing my head in place. A moment later the mask, which had been quite loose, began to contract until it fit snugly, no, it was a little tight, uncomfortably so.

Cuffs locked around my wrists and ankles and pulled my limbs tight. More restraints went around my arms. The pirate pushed my legs apart and as soon as they were as wide as the little enclosure allowed additional restraints fixed them in place. More restraints went around my belly and shoulders.

He pinched and pulled on my nipples for a few moments and then put a restraint that felt a little like a sports bra, but with little holes for the nipples, over my chest.

He felt up my sex for a what felt like several minutes but was probably less than one and then he closed the hatch. And then I was completely alone in the dark in this little claustrophobic hole.

For a few moments nothing happened. Suddenly the rubber cocks that filled my lower holes began to grow until they filled me completely and then some. My tailhole was stretched so wide that I feared I would be ripped apart. And the cock in my sex grew until it poked at the top of my womb. And my nipples were sucked into the holes until it felt as if they had to stick out for several centimeters.

But the worst was the tube in my mouth. It widened until my mouth was almost completely open. I had not realized it before, but while the mask had tightened around most of my head before, it had remained loose below my chin and only tightened once the tube had reached its full diameter.

And then the tube slowly but inexorably pushed further into my mouth. I gagged when it reached the back but it kept on and pushed down my throat. For a terrifyingly long moment it blocked my windpipe and I could not breathe. The tube kept pushing further down my gullet, all the way down to the stomach. At least it felt that way. I could feel the tube (and it wasn't pleasant at all), but I couldn't tell if it extended into the stomach or stopped just before.

Nothing further happened for a minute or two. I could feel the vibrations of the engine and the (very unwelcome) intruders that filled my orifices but little else.

Suddenly the pitch of the engine changed and then my stomach lurched when the ship maneuvered sharply. I could feel my stomach rebel and I would surely have thrown up had the tube not blocked my gullet. That was a really terrifying experience.

The pirate ship maneuvered much more sharply than the space liner had. I didn't know much about space craft, but from what I knew it meant that it was a much smaller ship. And of course a space liner would have better inertial compensators and try to keep the maneuvers as gentle as possible so as not to inconvenience the passengers. On the other paw, the pirates seemed to enjoy inconveniencing us (and then some).

Thankfully the flight leveled out after a few turns and my stomach calmed down.

I tried to move around, but I quickly found that I was restrained completely and couldn't even move a millimeter. Even my fingers and toes were restrained separately. I was terrified, even close to a panic as I don't do well if I can't move, but there was nothing I could do. I could cry, or at least tears could come, but the mask was so tight that they did not even run down my cheeks.

Even more terrifying was the setup that controlled my breathing. Whenever I started hyperventilating the bra began to exert pressure on my chest and the tube forced air in and out of my lungs at a steady pace until my body calmed down again.

And then nothing happened for a long time. To be honest I had no idea if the time passed slow or fast, there was just no way to tell. Every now and then the pitch of the engine changed or the ship turned a little, but that was all. Slowly my body began to make its needs known. I began to feel hungry, my mouth became dry and my bladder full.

I held it in for a while, but when it became too unpleasant I began to pee. And promptly stopped again when something zapped me down there very painfully. A moment later a text message flashed in front of my eyes, "Wait until you are given permission to relieve yourself." After a few moments came another text, "Just a gentle reminder." and it zapped me once more, thankfully not quite as painfully as it had the first time.

After that the wait became a lot more unpleasant as the pressure in my bladder slowly increased from unpleasant to really painful.

An indeterminable time later another message flickered across the screen in front of my eyes, "If your mouth is dry lick the tube." And since my mouth was by now quite dry I began to do that. While the tube filled my mouth almost completely, it left a little room for my tongue to move around.

As I licked, the tube became slicker (I was quite sure it wasn't just from what little spit my mouth could produce). After a while the tube suddenly jerked a little and squirted a little liquid into my mouth. Just enough to get my mouth wet and no more. After all I could neither swallow or spit anything out.

The liquid tasted salty. After a moments I realized what it tasted like: cum. Suddenly the whole thing made sense: I had to pretend to give the tube a blow-job to get anything. Doing that humiliated me deeply. I'm quite sure that my face was beet red for a while, it certainly felt hot enough. The worst was the realization that no matter how little I wanted to repeat the experience, I would do it again sooner or later once my mouth became too dry. I wondered it it was actual cum (did one of the pirates jerk off into a glass) or just a liquid that tasted the same way?

And then I had time to think, too much time really, while I struggled with my bladder. What was happening didn't bode well for my future. It was quite obvious that they were training me. The thing with my bladder forced me to obey, even when I really didn't want to and the thing with giving the tube a blow-job (and the intruders in my lower orifices) left little doubt that I was going to be a sex slave of some kind. They were training me for it and the really bad part was that I knew that I could do nothing but obey. Sure, I could try to resist, but I was sure that they would simply zap me (or cause me pain in other ways) until I gave in. And I was certain that I would give in sooner rather than later.

For the first time in my life I was jealous of Nikki. I had always been the cute one, my lithe ferret body and face made sure of that. In contrast, the most positive anybody had called her face was "homely". She was a vole and like most of their kind very heavily built, to use a nice expression. She was almost ten centimeters shorter than I but weighted twice if not three times as much as I did by my best estimate (I never asked exactly how much).

But now her homely face meant that her life would go on normally, at least more or less so, she might require some therapy after losing her best friend in a pirate attack, but still. Meanwhile my cute face and body had earned me what promised to be a lifetime of humiliation and pain. Not that I would ever wish something like this on anyone, let alone my best friend, but I could not help wishing that things had gone differently.

Time passed and suddenly the message I was eagerly waiting for flashed across the screen, "Pee!". As I was close to losing it I didn't waste any time and did just that. But they only let me relieve the worst of the pressure, after what could not have been much more than 10 seconds the screen suddenly flashed, "Stop!". I wasn't expecting this and did not react right away, which earned me a painful zap in my twat. And then another one once I managed to cut off the flow.

And then came the worst part. "You will obey commands!" flashed across the screen in angry red letters. And below was a lightning icon and the number ten. And then the number began to count down. It only took me a moment to realize what it meant: I would be punished again, presumably when the number reached 0. The countdown went very slowly, but I couldn't be sure if it was only my imagination and fear of what was to come or if the countdown was really much slower than usual.

Eventually the number reached 0, the lightning icon flashed and then my sex was zapped once more and this time it was a lot more painful than before. My scream of pain was barely a muffled groan, the tube that filled my throat didn't allow any more. Even worse, my sex felt like pins and needles and it took several minutes before that faded. And that was not pleasant at all, to be honest I was hard pressed to say what was worse, the intense pain that only lasted a moment or the long lasting but not as intense painful pins and needles feeling.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what they were doing: training, drilling me to obey and to obey instantly. And, as much as I hated admitting it, it was working. My pain tolerance wasn't all that high and I knew that I would do pretty much anything to avoid pain, at least such intense pain. And the prospect of getting punished twice with the dread of looking forward to the second punishment only made it that much worse. Of course, once I thought about it, a higher pain tolerance probably would not make much difference, they would just crank the juice up higher. I really, really didn't want to find out how high they could go.

Time passed and then the vibrations of the engine suddenly stopped. The sudden change was quite terrifying. And then my stomach lurched, more than lurched, it felt as if it was pulled in every direction at once while the rest of my body was pulled in the opposite direction. It was the unmistakable feeling of a hyperspace jump. The space liner had jumped twice before I was captured and I had not enjoyed the experience then either. Spacers get used to it after a while (or they find a different job), but for many furs this took a while.

For like half a minute I was glad that the tube blocked my gullet and prevented me from throwing up. Of course by then I was quite hungry and not sure if there was even anything left in my stomach to throw up, but as soon as my stomach calmed down I began to resent the unpleasant tube again. And not long after that I began to get hungry.

Not long after the jump the dildo in my sex suddenly began to vibrate. As unpleasant as my situation was (and sitting still for hours on end was very unpleasant, let alone when one counted all the other things that made it worse) it did not take long before the massage my nether bits received began to excite me. Only to stop as suddenly as it had begun, just when it began to feel really good and I could feel my heart speeding up.

A while later the intruder in my tailhole began to vibrate. It took a while but slowly my body began to react to this as well and then I actually began to enjoy it. But once more the vibrations stopped well before I could get to the really good part.

A while later, by then I was getting really hungry, my windpipe was suddenly blocked. I tried to breathe in, but I couldn't and began to panic. I thrashed around or at least I tried to, as well restrained as I was, I doubted that any part of my body could move more than a few millimeter in any direction. And then I felt something run down (or being pushed down) the tube and right into my stomach. This went on for a what seemed a very long time, but could not have been more than a few moments or I would have suffocated, and then I could suddenly breathe again.

They waited until my breathing went back to normal and then the whole thing was repeated and then once more. If nothing else, my stomach felt pleasantly full afterwards. Intellectually I could understand the sense of blocking my windpipe while they fed me, it made sure that I didn't choke after all, but try as I might I could not come up with any feeding method that was more unpleasant short of outright torture.

I could not say how long I stayed on that ship and in my little hole, but by my best guess it had to be about a week. We jumped five or six times more, that much I know. But apart from that it was impossible to tell time. Despite the unpleasant, painful even, way I was restrained, I slept or at least dozed off occasionally. When I woke again I could never tell if I had just dozed for a minute or slept for hours.

The only things I could go by were the functions of my body, like hunger or the need to pee, but even those were not all that reliable. Once I woke up with a full stomach when I was dead sure that I had been quite hungry when I fell asleep. Very likely they used drugs to keep me awake or put me to sleep as it fit their needs.

Similarly it was hard to impossible to tell how much time passed between the various episodes (when something happened) versus the time in between when I just had time to think and worry. I could tell when things happened with only a short pause in between, but when a pause stretched on and on, I couldn't have told if it had been half an hour or several hours to save my life.

Again and again the intruders in my orifices, including on a few occasions the tube in my mouth and the 'bra' were used to arouse me. Most of the time they just vibrated, but several times it felt as if something was actually thrusting into me. Getting fucked in the ass by what felt like a log wasn't much fun, although even that didn't fail to excite me.

But getting fucked in the mouth was the worst, particularly as the huge 'cock' they used blocked my throat whenever it was all the way in. Despite how unpleasant it was and how miserable I felt, I still got aroused.

But they never once let me get off. Several times they came close but always stopped before I could climax. It took me longer and longer to cool down after getting aroused. Towards the end of the trip I was practically constantly horny and began to welcome the vibrations, even pray for them. And they made me participate, I soon noticed that the vibrations and thrusts became more intense the harder I licked the tube in my mouth. And the pauses between seemed shorter as well, so I ended up licking the tube a lot.

I actually began to resent the times when I was commanded to stop licking. The whole thing was extremely humiliating when I thought about it and I swore to myself that I wouldn't do it again, but as soon as one of the (by now very welcome) intruders began vibrating my tongue went into overdrive again.

They also drilled me to obey their commands, and to obey them instantly. There wasn't much I could do apart from lick the tube, pee or stop doing either, but taking more than a second or two to obey was instantly punished with a painful zap, usually to my twat, but sometimes also to the tailhole, nipples or mouth for variety. A few times they blocked my windpipe instead, long enough that I almost passed out.

Afterwards I usually had to beg forgiveness by licking my "master's" "feet" or other even more disgusting places. They never commanded me to do that, they simply asked things like, "Do you want to lick your master's feet to beg to be forgiven for disobeying him?". I hated myself for doing so, but I always did whatever they wanted, I was too afraid of inciting further punishment.

The worst, at least when one considered the effect on my self-esteem, were when I was asked if I wanted to participate in an activity. Of course, there was actually only thing I had to do, which was lick the tube in my mouth, only the (supposed) circumstances differed.

The first time I must have dozing and was suddenly startled by a little zap to my twat. It wasn't even really painful and seemed more to get my full attention than to punish me. For a minute or so I wondered what that was for or if I had done anything wrong.

Then the question, "Would you like to lick your master's cock?" flashed across the screen. I only hesitated for a few moments before I began to lick the tube. As soon as I began to lick it, it began to taste and smell almost like the real thing. It didn't taste the same as my ex-boyfriend had, but then every male tastes and smells a little different, particularly when you consider different species. The taste was very male and even a little unpleasant, but soon I got into the swing of things, doing this definitely excited me. I couldn't tell if that was just me or if they helped things along by vibrating the intruders in my body at a very low intensity.

Suddenly a very generous amount of "cum" filled my mouth and I was told to stop licking. Holding my tongue motionless was really hard, particularly for the first few minutes while my sex seemed to pulse with pleasure. It also took a long time before the taste in my mouth began to fade.

Afterwards, once I could think again (and I always had way too much time to think), I could not help but wonder what would have happened if I had refused to lick my "master". Most of me was certain that I would have been punished in some way but a little part of me kept insisting that I humiliated myself needlessly by doing participating in these activities. And I hated myself for it, of course.

And I did (or had to do) that many times over the course of the next few days. A few times they gave me those little zaps, but most of the time they didn't even do that, which only increased my humiliation at doing this.

And then they interspersed less pleasant to really unpleasant activities in between the "normal blowjobs" I had to give my "master". I had to lick his "feet" or his "ass" or similar disgusting parts. And I participated in each and every such activity. And I got aroused every time, almost climaxed more than once. Soon I found it hard to tell if I did it because I was afraid of punishment or hoping that they would finally allow me to climax.

The first one wasn't too bad, I was asked if I wanted to lick my master's cock after he had returned from the gym. He smelled and tasted of sweat, which was rather unpleasant but not all that bad. Later they asked if I wanted to lick him when he returned from a hard day's work. Here the sweat was beginning to get a little rancid and tasted a lot worse. I was quite thankful for the "cum" that filled my mouth at the end as it got rid of most of the bad taste.

Then came the threesomes. First I was asked if I wanted to participate in a threesome where I sucked off my master while his friend fucked me from behind. I was even told that I should just stop licking if it got too much for me. Of course I took that to mean that I should do anything but that.

This one was actually quite a lot of fun, the "friend" even squirted hot "cum" into my womb when he "came" and almost set me off doing so. The worst was the long cool down afterwards when my body slowly came down from the not-quite climax.

Next they asked me to do the same, only this time the friend wanted to fuck me in the ass. The "friend" was very big and so the first few thrusts were very painful, for a moment I even feared that he would rip me apart. But once my rear got stretched it felt good. I almost came when my rear entrance was filled with hot "cum".

The next one started out the same, but once they had shot their load, I was asked if I wanted to do it again, only they wanted to switch places. The friend smelled and tasted just as bad or even worse than I would have imagined a cock to taste after fucking someone in the ass without cleaning himself in between. I almost balked when the smell of shit filled my nose, but managed to keep going and the taste became less intense as I "cleaned" him. Despite the disgust I felt I almost came. This time I was really really glad for the load of "cum" that filled my mouth.

Several times I was asked to pleasure my "mistress.". The tube in my mouth somehow changed its shape so that there was a slit for me to poke my tongue into. My "mistress" actually smelled and tasted quite pleasant and as far as I could tell even like the real thing (I have never licked another female down there and had no plans to do that, but I had licked my fingers a few times during or after masturbating). And while doing this was pleasant and excited me, pleasuring a "female" humiliated me a lot more than pleasuring a "male" had.

The worst times were when I was asked to lick other things. First I was told that my "master" had just returned from a walk and was asked if I would consent to massage his hurting feet, with my tongue, of course. Once more I almost balked but again the fear of punishment soon won out. The "feet" smelled and tasted just bad as one would imaging. There was that "old sock" smell and the "feet" were quite sweaty. The worst things about it were that even though nothing about this was in any way pleasant for me, I still got excited, though nowhere close to coming. And that at the end of it my mouth wasn't filled with "cum", so that it took very long for the taste to fade, made worse by the fact that I had to wait a long time before I was allowed to lick the tube again.

The next one was similar, only this time my "master" had returned from work after a long day. His "feet" smelled and tasted a lot worse, just like you would imagine feet to do after a full day in heavy work boots.

Several times I was supposedly on a trip with my master when he felt an urgent need to "pee" and asked if I would provide one. The "piss" even tasted and smelled differently depending on what my master had supposedly eaten and drunken before. And it tasted every bit as nasty as I would have imagined it.

The absolute worst was when I was informed that my master had just found out that we were out of toilet paper after taking a dump and asked me if I would help clean him. "He" smelled and tasted really disgusting and the tube formed a hole that I had to struggle to poke my tongue into so that I could clean his inside as well, which took quite a while. Needless to say it took forever to get the taste out of my mouth as well. And I felt like shit afterwards, I would probably have felt a lot better, at least about myself, had I refused and been punished for it, or at least held out until they prodded me. But I never dared to resist for more than a few moments.

I did my very best to avoid punishment, but despite my best efforts I earned several harsh punishments, the worst were always connected to my bladder. I got several (relatively) mild punishments when I didn't cut off the flow quickly enough to suit them. Their efforts to train me to keep it in no matter what were the worst. It was bad enough that my bladder was full more often than not and much of the time painfully so.

Several times when I was already struggling to keep it in they began to arouse me, just with vibrations, by "fucking" me (front or back) or by asking me to give my "master" a "blow job". Once I reached a certain level of arousal I just could not keep my concentration and the gates would open. The punishments started at bad and went all the way to horrible and beyond. The last time earned me five additional punishments (in addition to the initial zapping right after the accident happened. The last one had a countdown from 100 with a little zap to my twat each time the number changed. I think I was doing a little better towards the end, but that was it.

A lot of things happened during the trip, some of it pleasant, but most was anywhere from unpleasant to horrible. But most of the trip was pure boredom when nothing happened for what seemed like hours.

Not that I wanted more things to happen to me, but I had to wonder why there were so many long pauses. It was pretty obvious to me that they were training, drilling, me to obey and to enjoy, even crave, sex. Both of them things that, as I figured, rated pretty high on the list of what a prospective owner looked for in a slave, and which would more than likely increase the price they would get for selling me.

As much as I hated to admit it, it worked very well on me. I simply didn't have it in me to put up more than a token resistance, if that. So why didn't they do more of it?

I never got an answer, of course, but after much thinking the only reason that made any sense was that they were trying to avoid over-training me. Many owners would (presumably) want a slave who was obedient and eager, but perhaps not all. If they turned me into what was effectively little more than a sex doll made of flesh and blood I would become unattractive to buyers who wanted different things from a slave. Or who enjoyed training her themselves.

Towards the end my fur began to itch, which only increased my discomfort further. While I didn't really exert myself (apart from getting aroused so often, which come to think, probably did duty as an exercise), I still sweated a little and I was certainly not used to go more than a day or two without a shower.

I didn't know it at the time, of course, but they began to prepare me for the slave market a few hours before we landed. I was allowed to relieve myself and for the first time they did not put any time pressure on me (either by commanding me to stop at some point or giving me a short countdown) and allowed me to do my thing until I was completely empty.

And then they got me really, really horny. There were a few short pauses, but apart from those at least one of the "fun sticks" was vibrating or doing other things. They never let me cool down and took me right to the edge of a climax several times.

The rubber cocks stopped vibrating suddenly and a moment later the pitch of the engine changed sharply. My stomach lurched and then the whole ship began shaking. At first I was really afraid, close to panic, really, but when the shaking continued but nothing else happened, I figured that we were landing and calmed down a little. I prayed that the shaking and the strange noises the ship made were part of the normal landing process and didn't mean that we were in trouble.

I would not have shed a single tear for the pirates had they crashed, but I really didn't want to be on board when it happened. If I wanted to really look for a silver lining, then I could say that I was really well strapped in.

After what seemed like forever the shaking decreased and eventually reached a level that was not much worse than on a commercial flight. Now I noticed that the "fun sticks" were vibrating again, but at a low level. I could not help but welcome the distraction.

A last wild turn, a moment of hard acceleration and a bone-jarring jolt and then we were on the ground. I felt the engines spin down and then the "fun sticks" increased their vibrations a couple of notches. The vibrations and thrusting motions had me panting in arousal soon enough. Several times they took me almost to the edge of a climax but no further.