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Rain groaned. His cock was flaccid but throbbed in pain. Every part of him ached. Long streaks of cum covered the floor in front of him. He’d been cumming, he could see that, but he couldn’t remember.

He felt a feathered hand on his head and instantly felt better. Mistress was here. She was the cause of the pain and that made it all okay.

“You’re kinda cute when you’re like this.”

Despite the pain, it would have been impossible to stop himself from smiling. “Thank you, Mistress.”

Rose pulled his head back, guiding his muzzle up to look up at her. The back of his head rubbed into her belly, and for a moment he envied his siblings. They were short enough that maybe, in this position, their heads would be rubbing against her pussy. “Thank me for what?”

“For hurting me, Mistress.” She smiled down at him, and he felt like a lovesick puppy. “The greater my pain, the greater your pleasure.”

Her presence vanished behind him, and a moment later he heard her start turning a wheel. That noise gave him a split second to brace himself before his wrists were suddenly yanked upwards. They were in cuffs, chained to the ceiling, the chains shortening with every turn. Had they been there the whole time? The pain and lust were clouding his mind too much to even try and sort out memories she pulled from him from his own haziness.

Not enough haziness he forgot to pull against them. It wouldn’t work, but arching his back and straining would make his muscles bulge with effort. A performance of resistance.

The chains pulled until his arms were spread wide and his torso was lifted a small ways into the air. As he ascended, his cock dragged across the floor, smearing the puddle of pre that had pooled there. His balls still somehow rested on the floor and his tail, still unbound, twitched behind him. Mistress grabbed that too. Expertly tightening a cuff around hid, she hooked it to his collar. The new pose forced him to hold his back in an arch, pushing his ass back, while the pull on his collar restricted his air. He wished, he desperately wished, he was allowed to get hard right now.

“Well, isn’t that a tempting target.” Before he could ask what she meant Mistress kicked him in the balls. He screamed. The pain was far worse than it normally should have been. There was something in his balls.

“Th...thank...” His face burned in shame as he had to take a moment to recover. “Thank you, Mistress.” She chuckled, and kicked him again, even harder.

The sensation was clear now. Something heavy and spiked, one in each. He hadn’t been able to notice before, but now the weight was obvious, and the scales felt so stretched they must look like melons.

“What...what is in there?” He asked between deep breaths. “I don’t...how many times have I asked that already?”

Rose chuckled. “Three times, now. I considered letting you remember the whole thing but your mind is just so pliable! How could I ever resist fucking with it?”

He grinned. “What’s the point of a slave if you can’t fuck their brains?”

“Quoting me?” She leaned on him, her arms over his shoulders, and gave him a kiss. Her body pushed his tail into his back. “Well, there’s always torturing you for no reason.”

“I can think of a few reasons.”

“I’d be disappointed if you couldn’t think of reasons for me to hurt you. Ember certainly doesn’t slouch.” She ran a feathered finger down his chest. “I’ll probably take this memory too.”

He pushed his head back, against her. “I can’t wait to wake up after.”

Skepticism. “You want it to be over?”

He shook his head. “No, no. But I love waking up, all sore and abused without knowing why. It means you got to have fun, and that you changed my brain to better suit your desires.”

Mistress pulled away and crouched down. He had just barely enough time to worry he had said something wrong when she squeezed his balls. He was more self aware now, able to keep from screaming, but he couldn’t stop an undignified high pitched whine. With her hand rubbing all over, he could very easily feel the weights inside. Heavy, spiked, probably metal for the weight. Maybe stone or ceramic.

If it was ceramic, maybe she would shatter them inside his sack? The thought made him cringe and his flaccid cock throb. But instead she squeezed again, this time pushing them upward. If she hadn’t made his body resilient to this sort of abuse years ago his testes would have been destroyed.

Slowly, she managed to position one of them at the base of his urethra. She got up and moved around, positioning herself in front of his cock, holding it in both hands. She grinned up at him and he grinned back. Then, Mistress whispered something that went right past his ears and to his soul. He was hard immediately, achingly so, beyond even the soreness of his cock. Another command, another trigger, and he instantly came.

Or at least, he tried to. He felt his balls tighten, he felt the rush of cum, but nothing came out. The spiked ball was blocking the way out. His already overfull balls felt stretched as the spikes dug into the sensitive flesh inside.

The order came again, and so did he. This time, He felt the spikes scrape a little as the ball ever so slightly entered his shaft.

Mistress stroked his cock, base to tip, like she was milking him and with every stroke she spoke again. His balls felt like they were going to explode with all the cum built up inside him. Inch by agonizing inch, the ball was pushed up his cock. It looked like he had a knot.

It felt like hours before it reached the tip. He had long ago given up self-control and started screaming. One more command to push it out, to be done with this...

She spoke again. The need to cum died instantly, his cock flopping to the ground with a painful thud. No no no no! He needed to cum! This sudden denial, no release or catharsis, it was worse than the pain!

She scooped up his half-dried pre and stuck in into his shaft to act as lube before slowly finagling the ball out. It was massive, the size of a fist, covered in short studs that looked far gentler than they had felt. A rush of pre came out of his cock the moment it was unblocked - the only thing he was allowed to release from his cock right now.

The pre got all over her, and even as she laughed he cringed in embarrassment.

“Now for the other one. Then we’ll go a size up.” As she got to work forcing the other one out he started to cry. He hoped she thought it was funny.

For hours the pain was nonstop. His lucidity faded, leaving him in a delirious haze of agony and the performance of agony. He came at some point, when it wasn’t even enjoyable anymore, and she smeared his cum all over his aching muscles like oil. Finally, he was allowed to rest, the chains lowered so he could kneel properly again. For a few minutes, things were still, both in the chamber and in his head.

Rain groaned. His cock was flaccid but throbbed in pain. Every part of him ached. Long streaks of cum covered the floor in front of him. He’d been cumming, he could see that, but he couldn’t remember.

* * * * *

Ember was stretched. Spreader bars hanging from the ceiling held her arms, legs, and tail. Another, more delicate looking chain clipped her nose to the arm bar, forcing her to keep her head up. From the top her posture was a narrow X, but from the side gravity pulled her into a gentle U.

Gravity pulled her into a gentle curve, but with her Mistress sitting on her back like a swing, Ember felt more V shaped. As Rose gently kicked her feet, Ember swang from side to side, adding strain first to one side and then the other.

“I really should use you as furniture more.”

“Of course you should.” Ember tried to look back at her Mistress. “You deserve the best.”

“But is that you? Your brothers have a lot more padding.”

“If they’re better chairs, tell me how, and I’ll outdo them next time.”

Rose laughed and adjusted her position, now laying fully on Ember’s back, her beak resting between Ember’s shoulder and back. Ember wouldn’t admit it, but it was a relief, having the weight more spread out like that. To say nothing of the pleasure feeling Mistress’s full body pressed against her own.

“You do have better pillows.” Suddenly Mistress had reached around her body and grabbed her nipple rings, pulling and twisting them violently. She gasped at the sudden pain, but smiled in pride. “Or would targets be a better word?”

Suddenly long, dark grey needles were in Mistress’s hands. Ember stared as she slowly positioned one, aiming it just under her nipple. “You would have a better view from in front of me, Mistress.”

“Tired of carrying me, huh?”

“Never!” Ember shook her head, or at least tried to with Mistress’s beak still occupying much of the room that would require. She hoped her sincerity showed anyway. “I want you to have the most fun abusing me that you can.”

“Well, I hardly need to be super precise for that.”

“At least move the needle to the right, Mistress.” There was no reply, and after a moment Ember continued. “About two inches and a little ways up, between those two scales. You’ll hit one of the thoracic intercostal nerves. It’ll be much more painful for me.”

Mistress laughed again, and in her new position Ember could feel it with her whole body. It was wonderful, the pride of accomplishment, of being a better bitch. “Jade mentioned you were reading up on anatomy. Is this why?”

“It is, Mistress.”

“Such dedication. It’s almost worth a reward.” She jabbed the needle in, right where Ember had said. A moment later the needle began to glow bright orange, sending waves of hot pain into the depths of her breast. Lust and pain intermingled in a drawn out groan.

Mistress had made her breasts into pincushions before, but Ember’s studies had paid off. The pain this time was sharper and more intense than before, even before the needles grew hot. That was a new trick, and a part of her couldn’t wait to flaunt the burn marks in front of her brothers.

Another needle jabbed into her other breast, and the pain doubled. Barely audible under her groans and the clinking of the chains was the steady drip of her pussy leaking onto the floor.

“Test time, pain slut.” Mistress dragged another needle around her breast, gently scratching her scales. “Put your studies to use. Tell me where to really hurt you.”

Ember bit back her groans and took a deep breath, or at least the deepest breath she could with Mistress on her back. “Another nerve branch. Right...there!”

The next pair of needles were quickly forced in, and then another, and another. Soon she was clenching her teeth shut, and just nodding when the needles traced over the right points. Soon after that, it was too hard to remember where those points were, and she just nodded anywhere they didn’t seem to hurt yet.

Every so often, Mistress would put away the needles to...somewhere, then just play around with Ember’s chest. Running her hand over the needles, then reach between them to squeeze and bounce. From half will and half instinct Ember tried to push her chest out, though she wat stretched so much already it was unlikely to make a difference.

And, gradually, her chest grew heavier. For as long as she had known Mistress, at least to her current memories, Ember’s breasts grew in response to pain. Mistress was responsible, of course, and Ember was glad. It meant her body was customized to purpose, more perfect for the service she existed for.

Torture like this made them heavier, more sensitive, and it could take days before they shrank to their original size. With practice, she had learned to gauge their current size by feel alone; by now, they were significantly larger than her head.

She once asked where the extra mass came from. Rose had just said, “Technically, I guess it’s all water weight.” and laughed in that way people do when they understand a joke but know you don’t.

Right now, that just meant every grope and jiggle turned into a heavy, pendulous force that slammed into each needle wound with exquisite agony. Mistress was having fun hurting her; this was heaven.

Suddenly, Mistress jumped off her, and the sudden absence of weight was a fresh new pain to replace the dull strain she had gotten used to. Ember gasped while Mistress walked around to her front, smiling and nodding approvingly. The bright orange stood out brilliantly against Ember’s green scales. This time Ember was able, ever so slightly, to push her chest out and smile back.

“One of these days I’m gonna see just how big I can make these.” She patted the side of Ember’s breast.

“Please do.” She writhed in place, making them shake. ”Half again as large as you’re imagining right now. I promise.”

A laugh. “You’re so bold, Ember.” She walked around behind Ember and stuck a few fingers in her pussy. “You seem to have been enjoying yourself.”

“Don’t worry, Mistress. I didn’t cum.”

Another laugh. “Maybe I should let you cum through pain alone. While Jade watches, of course.”

Ember strained to look behind her. “Maybe he’ll learn something. He’s not half the slave I am.”

“Hmm. Well, I don’t want to talk about him right now. Rain, on the other hand...” Rose suddenly held up a spiked metal ball, covered in bodily fluids. Cum, most obviously. “These spent a good long while marinating in his balls. Now I want to see how fast I can get them in your womb.”

That got a grin. “Faster than him, Mistress. I’ll scream better, too.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

* * * * *

Jade’s panties clung tight to his cage, the translucent pink silk darkened by his pre. Rose gesture at his legs, and he pulled them behind his head with practiced ease. He recalled at least one reality where he had been a cheerleader, and that flexibility had paid dividends.

As he pushed his tail down against the table, lifting his ass up for easier inspection, he briefly contemplated getting another uniform like that. It had been fun, playing the popular girl as a bitchy femboy. It made it all the more satisfying when Rose put him in his place.

His arms remained at his side, awkwardly sitting on the table. Should he be pulling his ass cheeks apart? Submitting himself like this without psychic commands or heavy bondage gear to control his body always made him feel so naked.

She rubbed his cage through the fabric, and he shot out a tiny spurt of pre. Then his balls, and he swore he could feel them churn under her touch. A lifetime of pent-up seed, in the only place it belonged.

“You have such a nice ass.”

“Thank you.” Fuck, he wanted her to hurt him so bad. “Rain’s been helping me with glute exercises.” She could remold their bodies however she wanted, of course, so it wasn’t really necessary. But being so pointless almost made it better, and he knew that’s exactly why she liked it.

“These, though...” Without any other warning, she punched his balls. He let out a high-pitched whine; if he’d been looking down, he’d have seen a tiny spurt of pre shoot out through his panties. She fondled them, her touch gentle again, delicately squeezing for the testes inside.

“Rose...if you’re playing with balls, does that mean this counts as a sport?”

She looked at him a moment before breaking into giggles. “Bare knuckle boxing, I suppose.”

“Does it count if there’s no opponent?” He wiggled his hips. “If I’m your punching bag, I gotta count as equipment, not a person.”

“And you’re not just saying that so I’ll revoke your personhood privileges, hmm?”

“Well, that’s, uh...of course your choice, Mistress.”

“Eager bitch.” She mused. “Perhaps baseball? I’m sure your siblings would have a marvelous time trying to get home runs.”

Jade’s balls tightened at just the thought of that. Fuck, next time he gets to bounce on Rain he’ll probably ask him to throw a few punches of his own.

She noticed. “Very eager bitch. Well, tough shit, today your balls are just a sideshow. I’m gonna abuse that ass.”

Disappointment fought with excitement, and after a moment obedience beat them both. With his tail he pushed his ass up even further, and finally spread his cheeks like he had considered.

Smirking, Mistress pulled out a thick dildo made of dark grey metal. It was covered in a mesh of small spikes. The whole thing looked vaguely feline, like the sculptor had been inspired by their barbs. Unlike feline barbs, this would hurt coming and going.

To his surprise, she held it out to him. “Lube it up.” Awkwardly, he let go of his ass and picked it up. It was thick and heavy in his hands, requiring both to comfortably hold.

He looked Rose in the eyes and slowly began to push it into his muzzle. Opening his muzzle as wide as he could made the first part easy. When it hit the back of his throat, though, he started to gulp and push it in.

It scraped against his throat, making him want to pull it out immediately. He closed his eyes pushed it deeper. His tongue darted around it, trying both to spread his spit around as best he could and to make it a show.

Soon, it blocked his air. The angle of his head, held up by his feet behind it, was poor for this sort of work. When his gag reflex hit, he didn’t have to try. Mistress had long broken his gag reflex; no amount of deepthroating would make him vomit. But the gagging remained, turning his gentle grunts into muffled chokes. He froze, opposing instincts to breathe and to serve at play.

Impatient, Mistress grabbed his hands where they gripped the base of the dildo, and shoved it in deeper. His eyes shot open as muffled choking gave way to muffled screaming. She twisted it one way, then the other, and finally pulled it free in one hard yank. He gasped and drooled all over himself, taking deep lungfuls of air.

“Not your best performance.”

He closed his eyes again. She was right. By the standards she had come to expect of him, that was a downright shoddy performance. “I’m so sorry, Rose. Mistress. I should have done it myself.”

“Yes.” She wasn’t even punishing or berating him. That made it so much worse. “You’ll have to work hard to make it up to me.”

He shook his head. “I robbed you of your pleasure. If I’d been better you’d have enjoyed yourself more. I just hope you’ll punish me.”

“Oh, Jade, my little bitch.” She tapped his muzzle with the dildo. “You were going to punished no matter what.”

He smiled at her, and kept smiling even as she shoved the dildo up his ass, even as she twisted the spikes around to make his hole feel like it was being shredded and he screamed in agony.

* * * * *

He wanted to say good morning to the others, but the moment he stood Rain knew he was skipping every standing-up activity he could. He quickly cooked them a minimal breakfast before trudging to the couch and sitting down on the ground. The endless rain on the windows was soothing, almost rhythmic.

With his limbs spread out in all directions, Rain took up an outrageous amount of space. A small pile of cushions gave his package something to rest on. It still throbbed with every heartbeat.

Ember, still in her cuffs, wandered in soon after. She grunted a hello as she ate, then lay down on the ground next to him. His legs made a good pillow. Every so often, she would poke at the burned holes on her oversized chest. It hurt, but it was like poking a mouth sore with her tongue. Can’t not.

Jade had a raspy hello before he climbed onto the couch behind them. One leg over the back, giving his cage, balls, and tailhole as much room as possible. A controller sat on a nearby table, and it was tempting to play a hologame. Tempting, but tiring.

“All of us last night, huh?” Rain finally spoke.

Jade started to nod before he realized they couldn’t see him. “I hope you two did better than me.”

“What did you do?” Ember looked at him.

“I was just...mediocre. I was too slow for Rose. She had to...” He mimed shoving the dildo in.

Rain craned his neck to see the gesture. “Think of it this way. You gave Mistress an excuse to punish you.”

“Mistress doesn’t need an excuse.” Ember said. “Think of it as, go get your throat raped until you do better.”

“Ember, you don’t need to-”

“It’s a good idea.” Jade said. “Hell, maybe you can do it.”

That thought made Rain’s cock throb twice as hard. “Where is Mistress, anyway?”

Rain knew. “With some kobolds, I think. Souvenirs from Yeveria.”

Ember snorted. “I give them an hour, tops.”

“And here I am just giving her our bottoms.” Jade grinned at his own joke and grabbed the controller. The holoscreen flicked on as Rain and Ember started debating the finer points of kobold anatomy. The soreness was fading, now a pleasing reminder of the pain. A good night.