The Good

Jenna

Chapter 1

Master Coshocton

---

Copyright © 2006 by S.M. Wolf. Based on situations created by Kittiara. All rights reserved by the author. Master Coshocton, Jenna, Rajah, Hans, Fritz, Sasha and Debbie © S.M. Wolf. Reproduction and distribution of this work by any means without the expressed written permission of the author, or hotlinking from another web site without the expressed written permission of SM Wolf is expressly forbidden. Similarity to any person, living or dead, is coincidental.

---

This story is set on Elysium approximately forty years before [Trouble's Tales](%5C). It follows the evolution of the Academy in Elysium society and culture from a purely penal facility during Laika's time to the business in Trouble's day.

---

Jenna worked hard to slow her breathing. Despite eight months of instruction at The Training Academy, the tigress sex slave was on the verge of panic.

Very early this morning all of the slaves in her class had been taken out of their pens, cleaned, and prepared for the semi-annual slave sale. They had been led upstairs to the main hall, blindfolded but not gagged, and placed on display for the entire morning. She had been gone over very thoroughly by several potential buyers. Some she had liked; some she had not. Many had taken advantage of the opportunity to finger her and otherwise play with her body while she had to quietly endure their unwanted attentions. During a break for lunch for the free furs, the slaves were taken to the sale area, hooded, gagged, and bound in severely tight bondage to ensure they would cause no problems.

When Jenna's turn came the guards had used the final opportunity to punish her for her often intractable attitude. They had inserted the largest ball gag in The Training Academy's ample inventory into her mouth. The hood was made from extremely heavy leather and was uncomfortably hot. To make matters worse, they had tightened all of the straps as much as possible.

The guards' final little cruelty was to place a leather neck-to-wrists restraint on her. The collar went just above her normal collar. A wide, heavy but short strap ending in a pair of heavy cuffs hung down her back along her spine. The guards pulled her arms up roughly and forced her wrists into the cuffs before buckling and locking them. The collar was just tight enough that she could breath easily if she held her arms up but if she allowed her arms to drop it would start to cut off her breathing.

Her ankle cuffs were joined by a six inch length of chain. She could barely walk with the hobble.

During the auction she had apparently been led out onto some sort of catwalk. She could hear the muffled talk of furs on all sides of her as she was paraded up and down several times before being forced to kneel and wait for her sale. The bidding had been somewhat spirited between a female and male but in the end the male had prevailed.

Jenna was not sure if she was glad to be the sex slave of a male instead of a female. The Training Academy had pretty much broken her inhibition against sex with females over the past eight months. Still. She generally preferred the company of males to females, and some of The Training Academy Mistresses were outright cruel to the femfur slaves.

After her sale she had been taken away to another area. She could not tell for sure, but she thought she was in some sort of small holding room. A heavy lead was attached to a post or wall hook in front of her, and she was forced to kneel.

Now she was awaiting the arrival of her new Master and the beginning of her life as a private sex slave to some unknown fur. Her heart was racing as she imagined all the terrible things that could happen to her. Behind her hood she also prayed silently for some fur who was not cruel and malicious like many of The Training Academy's nightly visitors.

Behind Jenna she heard a door open and close. She could hear the breathing of a second fur behind her. She swallowed hard and tried desperately to calm down, but she was only partially successful.

Jenna's new Master walked around Jenna slowly several times. She could hear the soft sound of his foot pads on the hard floor as he circled her. This did nothing to calm her down.

Her Master stopped behind her. Jenna felt him fumbling with the straps of her hood. They were so tight that he had some difficulty releasing them, but eventually he got them undone. He moved around to stand in front of her. Jenna felt his claw tips slip under the bottom edge of the hood and lift it off her head. She blinked several rimes at the sudden bright light after hours of darkness beneath the hood.

A male bobcat stood in front of Jenna.

Jenna's first impression was he was rather short. He would barely come up to her breasts. He had gray fur with several black stripes scattered across his arms. She could see his short tail in the mirrored wall in front of her. She guessed he was somewhat older than her eighteen years, maybe as old as twenty-five. His body was lean and muscular but not overly developed like a body builder's frame. He wore simple yet tasteful casual pants and shirt that seemed to speak of money.

The two biggest things she noticed about her new Master were his huge, slightly foolish grin and a large bulge on the front of his pants.

"Hello, Jenna! I don't know if I should jump up and down and do a victory dance at winning you, throw you down on the floor and satisfy my carnal desires with hours of rutting, or kill myself for buying another fur for my own pleasure.

"What do you say we go home while I figure out what to do?"

Jenna made a noncommittal affirmative sound from behind her gag. Her Master lifted her lead off the hook on the wall and motioned for her to stand. Using her many hours of training in tight bondage, Jenna rose gracefully to a standing position. She tried to spread her legs, but the hobble prevented it.

Jenna's Master knelt and undid the chain from her ankle cuffs. He tossed it in the corner.

"I trust we will not need that," he said as he stood back up. "My name is Coshocton. You may address me as ‘Master' or ‘Master Coshocton'. I expect your immediate and complete obedience to my orders. If you fail to do so, you will be punished as I see fit up to and including severe physical punishment.

"Is that clear?"

Jenna was not sure what "severe physical punishment" meant to Master Coshocton, but her days at The Training Academy gave her imagination ample fodder. He would not be constrained by the need to sell her at some time in the future for a profit. However, his tone was light and almost cheery as if this was all just a formality.

Jenna nodded her head yes vigorously.

"Good! Now let's go home and have some fun," Master Coshocton said happily. If possible his smile grew even larger.

Master Coshocton took Jenna out of the holding room and led her down the hallway towards the formal entrance to the public portion of The Training Academy.

Jenna had to keep her head bowed, but she swept her eyes back and forth constantly. She was able to see many of her classmates out of the corners of her eyes. Some seemed to be happy. Many were looking as distressed as Jenna felt.

The new Masters had a wide range of emotions as well. Several were apparently old hands at the slave game or professional buyers and were virtually disinterested in their new possessions. Others were openly randy and leading their new toys to the entrance of The Training Academy's pleasure rooms for some carnal delights before heading home. Most were similar to her Master, somewhere in between. Excited - the males often very visibly so â€" and wanting to get home with their purchases.

"A moment, please!" a slightly husky female voice called out from behind Jenna.

Master Coshocton stopped. Jenna immediately dropped to her knees. Without the hobble she was able to spread her legs very wide and display her genitals to her Master and the rest of the world as was appropriate for a pleasure slave.

"So, you managed to pick the best prize of the auction for yourself," a sultry voice said to her Master. Jenna recognized the voice of the female as the other bidder for her.

A paw slid under Jenna's muzzle and tilted her head up. She was shocked to see a very recognizable, short but naturally well endowed skunkette dressed in little more than a very revealing bikini that did more to show off her ample goods than hide them. Behind her she held a large male zebra slave name Henri from Jenna's class on a tight leash.

Jenna recognized the skunkette from her training. She was perhaps the most recognizable adult femfur actress on Elysium. Her works were mandatory viewing by all the female slaves. They had to learn to all the small tricks she did to entice and excite male furs. Failure to do so carried severe consequences at the Punishment Wall.

Jenna had secretly enjoyed much of that part of her training. She had never realized all of the things she could do to drive a male mad with desire. She had been an avid student in that class.

The skunkette laughed deep in her throat and said to Jenna, "A pity. I was looking forward to having a striped female slave around the studios. Your orange and black stripes contrast so well with my black and white stripes."

The skunkette pulled the male close and slid a paw up and down the zebra's rampant erection.

"Oh, well, this big fellow will have to do instead. At least most of his stripes are horizontal instead of vertical.

"Still..."

The skunkette pulled a business card out of the cleavage of her nearly nonexistent top and held it out for Master Coshocton to take.

"If you change your mind about her, give me a call."

Master Coshocton bowed and took the skunkette's paw. He lightly kissed it before taking the preferred card.

"Thank you. I will be sure to call you first if things do not work out, Lady."

The skunkette's left eyebrow shot up.

"You do know who I am, don't you?"

"Of course! I have all of your hologram releases plus all of your artwork I could lay my paws on. And may I say you are much more beautiful in person than in the holotank ?"

The skunkette laughed low in her throat again. A thoughtful expression appeared on her face. She glanced down at Jenna and said, "You might not be too bad off after all."

The skunkette looked up over her right shoulder at her prize for the day and grinned broadly.

"Now, though, it is time for me to take my purchase back to the studio and try him out for the next, oh, ten to fifteen hours!"

The skunkette wrapped her right paw around the head of Henri's thick member. Jenna saw the worried look on Henri's muzzle as he was led away by his cock. With the skunkette who was his new Mistress and her other employees he could be in for a very, very long session when he got to the studio.

Her Master started towards the door again. Jenna fell in two steps behind and one step to his right. They only got halfway to the door before their progress was interrupted again.

"Cosh ! Over here!" a canine with a Germanic accent called from the other side of the Main Hall.

Master Coshocton waved to a small group of furs standing in a circle to one side of the hall. Jenna could see two male Doberman Pinscher and a male tiger standing together. Between the two dogs knelt a long haired Afghan female named Debbie in tight bondage. Cut crystal ornaments hung from her nipple and labia rings. They sparkled in the bright lights and drew attention to her.

Beside the tiger a petite Oriental mouse named Sasha lay half reclined on the floor. Like Jenna and Debbie she had a ball gag in her mouth, but her arms had been freed and moved around so her wrist cuffs were attached to her collar ring. She had her right shoulder pressed up against her new Master's left calf.

Master Coshocton and Jenna joined the half circle. Jenna went down to her knees again. She could not look at a Master directly, but she did watch them out of the corners of her eyes. She also watched her fellow slaves to see how they were being treated. She noticed immediately that the two dogs each had an arm on Debbie's shoulders and were pressing up against her. The tiger was watching his new slave constantly as she half lay at his feet. There was no expression on his muzzle to reveal his thoughts or feelings.

"So how did you do, Hans and Fritz?" Master Coshocton asked the two Dobermans.

"Fair," replied the male on the left.

"Ja . Hans and I bid for this one and her sister," the other Doberman continued. "They would have made a great pair in bed."

"As is," Hans said, "we got Debbie here but lost out on Ella. For the moment, that is. Ella was bought be an old Cocker Spaniel. We got his name and contact information so we can buy her later if he grows tired of her."

Fritz gave his brother a sly sideways look and added, "Or we can buy her from his estate after she gives him a heart attack from too much sex!"

The four males laughed a bit. Master Coshocton turned slightly to face the stoic tiger.

"And you, Rajah?" he asked the other feline in a quiet voice.

"I got what I wanted, Coshocton," the tiger replied tightly.

"I hope so, Raj. I hope so," Master Coshocton replied softly. Jenna was surprised at the concern and love in her Master's voice. Something was going on here, but she could not tell what yet.

The four males talked and joked for several minutes before heading to their taxis. The slaves sat in back with their Masters. Jenna saw Debbie pressed tightly between the two male canines despite the ample room in the back seat of their taxi. She could easily guess where their paws were.

Rajah placed Sasha in the back of their taxi and slid in beside her. He kept his distance, though, and Jenna did not see him touch or talk to Sasha as they drove away.

Master Coshocton opened the back driver side door to the last taxi and pointed inside. Jenna got in and slid across the seat to make room for her Master. He slipped into the open seat and told the autopilot cabbie their destination.

Master Coshocton half turned to look at Jenna. She spread her legs wider and thrust out her bosom more to improve his view. That drew and appreciative smile from her new Master.

"I think I am going to enjoy this," the bobcat male said.

He was silent for the rest of the trip. Jenna was not sure if that was good or not, but she did her best to display her wares to him while maintaining herself in a position to be instantly available to anything he might desire from her.

The three cabs sped through the capital city to a distant suburb. They slowed in a residential area filled with new townhouses.

The taxi with Hans, Fritz and Debbie stopped first. The three dogs got out. The three had their arms around each other and there was a lot of kissing and causal pawing happening. Debbie was smiling and laughing.

Canines!, Jenna thought with a touch of disgust. The three had obviously bonded during the trip and were well on their way to forming a pack. She could not begrudge her fellow slave her luck, though. At least one of them appeared to have done well.

Rajah and Sasha stopped next. Jenna could see the large male tiger stiffly exit the taxi, walk around it and open Sasha's door for her. Jenna's jaw would have dropped if her mouth had not been filled with the huge ball gag. No Master gave a slave such courtesy! Mindless of her watching Master Jenna turned her head as their taxi passed to watch Rajah extend a paw to help Sasha from the taxi.

Their taxi came to a stop at the townhouse beside Rajah's home. The doors opened and both furs exited. Jenna was still watching Rajah and Sasha intently as Rajah led his mouse sex slave to the door. Jenna and Master Coshocton made the way to their door as well.

Rajah fumbled with the lock for several seconds before finally getting the door open. He could not seem to look at Sasha, and she had a bewildered expression on her face.

"Wait," Master Coshocton whispered. Jenna nearly jumped out of her pelt. A quick look at her Master showed he was every bit as enthralled by what was happening as she was.

Rajah turned to Sasha. Jenna was shocked to see tears streaming down his face. Equally surprising were answering tears on Sasha's muzzle. Jenna and Sasha had been friends of sorts at The Training Academy. Sasha had always been distant and reserved. She had never spoken of her past or how she had ended up at The Training Academy.

With a cry Rajah picked up Sasha in his arms and carried her over the threshold as if they were newlyweds. The door slammed behind the pair.

"I guess Rajah did get what he wanted!" Master Coshocton replied enigmatically before opening the door to his home.

Inside the door was a large two story foyer. Natural and artificial light filled the space. To the far left was a set of stairs. To one side was a thick mat. Master Coshocton pointed at it and said, "Kneel with your back to me."

Jenna quickly complied.

Master Coshocton began undoing Jenna's restraints. As he worked on the ball gag and cuffs he talked to her.

"Rajah and Sasha were lovers. They planned to marry, but her family objected. Rajah is not ‘Oriental' enough for them for some reason. Sasha defied them and became engaged to Rajah.

"The next thing Rajah knew Sasha was gone. Her parents refused to talk with him or anyone else about her. The police could care less when Rajah went to report her missing. They said she was just another temperamental teenage runaway.

"We hired private detective agencies to look for her. Several returned the fees after a couple of days without telling us why.

"I thought it might be a good idea to stop looking for her, but Rajah finally found someone desperate enough for money to tell us that Sasha was disowned and sold by her parents to The Training Academy as punishment for her love of Rajah.

"There was very little we could do but wait for today's sale. We made sure Rajah had plenty of credits and could buy Sasha. We were not sure what type of condition she would be in. We had all heard the stories..."

There was a long pause. Master Coshocton even stopped pulling off her left ankle cuff momentarily.

"Anyway, it looks like they are reconciled, and things will be okay.

"Or at least I hope so. Rajah and Sasha are good friends and good for each other"

Master Coshocton walked around Jenna. In his paws were the restraints and huge ball gag. He placed them on a small table and turned back to Jenna. He shook his right index finger in her face and said, "If you ever repeat this to anyone I will flog you until your back looks like raw hamburger.

"Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Master!" Jenna said quickly.

"Good!" Master Coshocton said with another one of his huge smiles.

"By the way," he added, "you have a beautiful voice. Very rich and deep. I like that."

Jenna was uncertain of the strange dichotomy her Master was showing her. He shared intimate personal secrets with her regarding Sasha and Rajah yet threatened her with terrible punishment if she ever let anyone else ever know of the secret. Then in the next breath he complimented her.

Jenna began to suspect that her Master was far more complex than The Training Academy slaves' stereotypical mindless, sex crazed sadistic Master ideal.

He might even be a real, living fur.

"I think we will start with a tour of the house," Master Coshocton said.

The townhouse was quite narrow but deep. Beyond the foyer was a combination kitchen, dining room and living room. A small but pleasant half bath/mud room was situated off of the kitchen. Some stairs led down to what Master Coshocton said was the garage.

The first floor appeared to be designed for entertainment and parties. Surreptitiously Jenna looked around the room for evidence that sex slaves were involved in the entertainment. She had spent many nights entertaining one or more furs at The Training Academy's "parties". They were among her worst memories of her training.

Jenna only saw four circles on the wall beside the French doors leading out to a large wooden deck attached to the back of the house above the garage area. She had no idea what they were for, but she suspected that something so out of place likely involved her.

Master Coshocton led Jenna back to the foyer. His touch on her arm was light and more friendly than commanding as he guided her through the townhouse.

The stairs in the foyer led up to the second floor and a home office. Apparently her Master worked quite a bit at home based upon the amount of paperwork piled on the desk, filled file cabinets and active computer screens.

"You will learn to file for me," Master Coshocton informed Jenna as they passed through the office sitting area and headed towards the back of the second floor. "If you do well, we will find more office duties for you."

The balance of the second floor was taken up by a large home theater/library. Jenna was able to read a few of the titles as they walked through the room. She was a bit surprised to see the mixture of classics and newer fiction and nonfiction. The section on slave care was not surprising, but she shuddered a bit at the large format photo book on the table depicting a feline femfur in tight bondage while fully suspended on a large hook inserted into her vagina.

The library also appeared to double as a guest room. There was a full bath on the common wall with the office, and Jenna saw a pair of futons for furs wanting to sleep over.

Semi-hidden was the door to the third story. There was a small but adequate bedroom in the front. The master bedroom and its expansive full bathroom took up two thirds of the topmost floor. While not opulent or well decorated, the suite was large. The back wall of the house was dominated by large windows that let in gentle northern light. While Jenna had never been much of a domestic feline, she could see much unfulfilled potential in the room.

When he was done showing Jenna the first three floors of the townhouse, Master Coshocton told Jenna, "Now to show you your kennel."

Master Coshocton led Jenna down to the first floor foyer. Underneath the stairs to the second floor was a hidden door. He opened it and led Jenna down unfinished stairs to the basement.

The basement section in the front of the townhouse had been purpose built. The ceiling was close to twelve feet high. The walls were made from poured concrete that had been left exposed and unpainted.

At the bottom of the stairs was a small landing area. Several heavy metal rings were set into the concrete walls at various heights. More rings were set in the bare concrete floor. Beside the stairs were two doors. The one closest to the stairs was small, barely two foot square. The other was oversized and could accommodate a giraffe or hippo with ease. Both were made of steel and had several locks on the outside.

Jenna was not surprised when Master Coshocton announced, "This is your kennel."

Master Coshocton pointed to the small door. "When you are sent to your kennel for punishment, you will enter through the slave door. Otherwise you may use the regular door."

Master Coshocton opened the regular door and entered. Jenna followed behind him.

The kennel was far larger and more opulent than Jenna was expecting. At the back was an open bathroom area. There was a large tub designed for multiple furs plus a shower stall, toilet and sink. The walls were completely mirrored. Rings were set in the floor and walls, and she could see two chains hanging from the ceiling of the shower stall. She would be visible to any fur in the kennel as she took care of her needs, but she had been forced to lose her modesty over such things early during her instruction at The Training Academy. The toilet would certainly be a major improvement over the open trough in her kennel at The Training Academy.

To the right of the door were three areas. The first and largest, located closest to the door, had a bare concrete floor. More rings and chains were set in the floor, walls and ceiling. Winches and pulleys for suspending her were on prominent display. A whipping post a full two feet in diameter dominated the center of the area. Also very visible were a selection of crops, canes, paddles and whips hanging from hooks on the walls.

Also on the right was a carpeted area with a small, thin sleeping mat. A chain ran from the base of the wall to a heavy metal collar placed in the center of the mat. Jenna surmised this was to be her normal sleeping place if she was not sharing her Master's bed.

In the back right corner was a normal bed modified by the addition of several D-rings to the head and foot board. More hooks were embedded in the ceiling above the bed. The ceiling above the bed had also been covered with mirrors. Apparently her Master wished to ensure he could see her from multiple angles at all times and force her to watch as he mounted her in the missionary or similar positions.

The rest of the kennel floor was covered in hardwood flooring. The central area was open and could be used for whatever her Master chose. Beside the doorway in the left and accessed through the slave door was a cage. It was only a three foot cube and had many heavy bars. One side was hinged and could be opened into the kennel as a door to release a slave for further punishment at their Master's paws.

Beside the cage was an armoire. The inside was largely empty, but there were some generic leather sex play apparel visible. Jenna hoped they were not the "One Size Fits All" models found at The Training Academy. Those were far too small for her and often the leather straps cut deep into her skin, sometimes even drawing blood after long bondage.

Further back on the left side of the kennel were a variety of props. A section of the wall was covered in rich purple drapes. A large overstuffed leather covered sofa faced that section of the wall. The hardwood floor was covered with Oriental rugs. Many pillows, large and small, littered the floor. Several simple straight backed wooden chairs were placed against the wall. Jenna knew from personal experience that they were suitable for multiple uses. She could be bent over the back and whipped or laid across her sitting Master's lap for an over the knee spanking in any of them.

Just before the bath area was another cabinet with multiple doors and drawers. Several had been strategically left open to reveal a variety of dildos, butt plugs, lubricants and sexual irritants among other things.

Master Coshocton led Jenna to the mostly bare section of wall beside the last cabinet. Four circles were painted on the wall. They were numbered from 1 to 4 with 1 being just below muzzle level and 4 being just above the floor. Beside each of the spots was a timer. They were similar to several sets of circles painted on the walls of various rooms upstairs. She had not understood their significance then and was still puzzled by them now .

"Jenna, you are now going to learn your most common form of punishment. When I tell you to go to a spot, I mean you are to go to the nearest set of spots and remain there in your punishment position for the length of time I specify. I will give you a timer to wear for these punishments since the upstairs areas do not have them.

"I am now going to put you through a series of punishments. Each will last two minutes. Since you have not actually done anything wrong, you may use the time against your punishments during the first week.

"If I tell you to go to Spot 1, you will do so while keeping your tail as high as possible to expose your tail hole and sex to me and any others watching. Set the timer for the length of your punishment. You will stand eighteen inches from the wall with your feet spread at least three feet wide. Lean forward to place your muzzle in the center of the spot. After starting the timer, you will promptly place your paws behind your neck and intertwine your fingers. Failure to do so will bring additional punishment such as a whipping or insertion of an unlubricated butt plug.

"You will remain motionless and silent until the timer goes off. After that you are permitted to return to me and kneel beside me.

"Now, Slave, assume you position for two minutes!"

Jenna looked at the timer. The controls were very simple. Up and down buttons set the duration of her punishment. A single large square button started the timer. An LCD display showed the time.

Jenna pushed the up button twice and was rewarded two minutes showing on the display. She was a bit taken aback by the presence of digits in the hour field. Still, she had been bound at The Training Academy overnight and longer as punishment.

Jenna lifted her tail high and positioned herself in front of the wall. She spread her legs wide. Three feet was not a difficult distance at all for her. She leaned forward and placed her nose against the spot of paint on the wall. She tapped the start button and then placed her paws behind her neck. As her Master had commanded, she intertwined her fingers.

Jenna remained motionless. She was very aware of her Master walking about her body. Her cunt and ass hole were easily visible. Her position also allowed her huge breasts to swing forward a bit for added effect. No doubt he was enjoying the view, but Jenna was more interested in what lay in store for her at the other three spots.

Jenna was so absorbed with trying to think what the other spots were for that she did not pay close attention to her tail. With each passing second it drooped more and more.

The timer was just about ready to go off when Jenna felt Master Coshocton grab the base of her tail. He delivered two sharp smacks to her exposed ass cheeks.

"Your tail is to be up and all of your assets revealed to me as soon as I order you to your punishment spot!"

The timer went off.

"Is that clear, Slave?"

"Yes, Master!' Jenna replied quickly. The open handed slaps had not hurt her as much as startled and frightened her. They certainly got her attention as intended.

"For spot two, you will set the timer first. Place yourself about three feet from the wall with your legs spread at least four feet wide and lean forward. Place your palms against the wall even with the spot about four feet apart and continue leaning forward until you bring your muzzle against the spot. At that point you may start the timer.

"Spot two for two minutes, Slave!"

This time Jenna immediately raised her tail high. She did not want to tempt fate. She set the second timer before assuming her position. This spot was just above waist high for her. She had to actually arch her back so she could place her nose in the spot. She started the timer and waited for the two minutes to pass.

Jenna was immediately aware of two things. Her breasts hung down beneath her body and swayed back and forth at the slightest movement on her part or even breathing. She was also aware of the perfect view any fur standing behind her would have of her intimate recesses.

Her Master stood beside Jenna for the first minute. Jenna could see him watching her breasts. She wondered if he was planning to hang something from her glittering nipple and labia rings like heavy weights to add to her punishment. Master Coshocton spent the second half of her punishment directly behind her tail. She was a bit ashamed that she could feel her cunny start to water and slowly drip a small amount of cunt juice onto the floor. She doubted that her Master missed her excitement and lack of control. He said nothing about either when her time was up.

"For spot three there are two positions. I believe you are familiar with the so-called ‘doggy-style' position?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Assume it with your knees spread only slightly, set the timer to two minutes and wait."

This was an easy position. The spot was set at just the right height for her nose to fall in the center when she went down onto her paws and knees. She would have been more bored than anything else except for the looming presence of her Master. No doubt this position was intended for other purposes as well such as a spanking or anal sex.

When the timer beeped, Master Coshocton said, "The other position is more demanding. You are to squat on the floor. You will be up on your toes with your rump resting on the heels of your feet. Spread your knees as wide as possible. Your paws are to be laid palm down on the floor just in front of your feet. Lean forward and place your nose within the circle.

"Set the timer and let your punishment begin."

This was a more physically challenging position. Jenna had to keep her balance plus all of her weight on her toes was uncomfortable. She was happy when the timer beeped.

"For spot four, you are to lie down on your belly. Spread your legs as wide as possible. I will use an adjustable spreader bar and double the duration of your punishment if I am dissatisfied with you effort. After you start the timer, place your arms behind your back with your wrists crossed near the base of your tail.

"Begin."

Jenna set the lowest timer to two minutes. It took Jenna a few moments to position herself properly. The spot was a few inches above the floor, so she had to bend her upper body and neck back to get her nose into the spot. She grinned a bit at Master Coshocton's gasp as she spread her legs until they almost formed a straight line perpendicular to her torso. She pushed the start button and quickly placed her arms behind her back. She crossed her wrists and waited. Probably the worst part was placing so much of her weight on her breasts and the strain of holding her head up. She could see Master Coshocton staring at her splayed legs in her peripheral vision.

The timer went off signaling the end of her fifth and final punishment. None had been severe, but she was still perspiring slightly. More to the point, she was also wet between her legs, and the smell of her arousal was permeating throughout the kennel. When she stood up she was not surprised to see a large bulge in the front of Master Coshocton's pants.

"Come!" he commanded her. Master Coshocton led Jenna to the whipping post. He turned her to face away from the wall.

"Kneel!" he commanded her curtly.

Jenna dropped to her knees and adopted a submissive position with her knees spread wide, her head bowed and her paws on her thighs, palms up. Her Master had taken on a much more serious and demanding demeanor, and Jenna did not want to anger him by failing to follow his orders precisely.

Behind her Jenna could hear the rustle of things being moved. The wall had several whips, canes and paddles. She took a deep breath and slowly released it to calm herself. She had no love of beatings, but her experiences at The Training Academy had strengthened her, and she knew that she could take what this male would do to her.

At least Jenna hoped she would be able to do so.

Master Coshocton returned and stood in front of Jenna. She stared at his bare feet.

"Hold your paws out, breast high, palms up."

Jenna lifted her paws and held them as instructed.

Master Coshocton laid a heavy quirt in her paws. It was about four feet long.

"Take a good look at it. Feel it as well."

Jenna ran her paws over the whip. Five strands of heavy rawhide were woven together to form the tail. The woven surface had been left quite rough to accentuate the pain of the tail whipping across bare flesh. At the tip six inches of each strand were left unwoven. The ends of the strands would flick around and bite deep into a captive fur's body with each lash.

All in all it was a very nasty instrument meant for severe punishment.

When Jenna was done looking over the whip she held it back up to her Master. Her paws trembled a bit a the thought of it being used on her.

Master Coshocton ignored the whip and instead slipped his right paw under her chin. He scratched her chin for several seconds before speaking.

"There are many recommendations on how to deal with a large predator slave. All of them seem to revolve around breaking the will of the slave. Most suggest beginning the Master-slave relationship by beating the slave into submission or otherwise forcing the slave to physically, mentally and emotionally submit to the Master.

"This was given to me by a business associate.

"Jenna, do I have any need for this whip, now or in the future?"

Jenna was stunned by her Master's question. She was not shocked that he was considering beating her into submission. At The Training Academy she had endured more than her fair share of whippings, paddling and other forms of punishment as the instructors and guards sought to mold her into an obedient sex slave. They had done their job well despite some lingering bits of occasional rebelliousness . The idea that her Master would ask if he had need for this instrument of torture was something that was now almost foreign to her.

"Master?" Jenna asked bewilderedly.

"Do you think that beating you with this whip now will make you any more loyal or devoted to me?"

"No, Master!" Jenna replied vehemently. She was almost ashamed to realize her answer was the truth. Her indoctrination was so deep that she would serve her Master and owner without question. Besides, he seemed to be a good Master, and she did not want to jeopardize being in his good graces.

"And will I need it in the future to punish you?"

Jenna considered her answer. Obviously she wanted to say no, but would that be a lie? Would her Master need to punish her severely?

"Master, I do not know," Jenna whispered. "I do not intend to do anything to make you beat me that badly, but it is your right, and you may decide you need to do so."

Jenna paused for a moment before adding, "You might also just decide you want to have some fun at my expense and use this."

Master Coshocton's paw shifted to the left side of Jenna's face. He scritched her behind her ruff. His paw slowly moved up her head further and found a home behind her left ear. Despite her situation, Jenna found herself purring softly at her Master's gentle touch.

"I may well decide to enjoy some BDSM that involves whipping you," Master Coshocton told Jenna, "but never with a whip like this.

"I have... desires. Some of them are quite kinky. That is one of the reasons I wanted a sex slave from The Training Academy. Their reputation for exceptional... 'product '... is well deserved.

"I have little doubt that you will serve my fetishes well. I doubt that you will even find them that terrible after what you likely went through at The Training Academy.

"Hopefully you will even come to enjoy them or at least me."

Master Coshocton stopped scritching Jenna. For a moment she was almost resentful that her Master's paw had been removed.

"There is a waste receptacle in the back of the kennel. Toss this trash in it."

Very gratefully Jenna hopped to her feet and half ran to the back of the kennel to dispose of the whip. She had no illusions that it could not be replaced, but if it was not here the likelihood of it being used on her was much less. Also, the tone of her Master's voice inspired a certain confidence in his words. For now at least she trusted him not to torture her for his pleasure. He did admit to having kinks, but she knew that The Training Academy's instructors had done far more to her than her current Master appeared likely to do. She had secretly come to enjoy many of the lighter forms of fetish and kinky play like sexy dressing in latex, large dildos and light bondage play. A light spanking was something she was quite willing to accept if it was foreplay to other, more satisfying things. There was a very real possibility if he was not going to seek to hurt her Jenna would enjoy Master Coshocton's kinky attentions.

Jenna dumped the whip into the trash can and quickly padded back to the whipping post. She resumed her submissive position and waited.

With her head down Jenna could not see Master Coshocton's smiling muzzle. He had no real desire to hurt Jenna. Presenting her the whip had been a test to see how she would react. She had seemed to bear up well. Almost without thought his right paw reached out and began scratching the tigress behind her right ear again. He was rapidly rewarded with a low purr.

Several minutes passed as Master Coshocton scritched the kneeling tigress. He took the time to look her over carefully. It was a view well worth taking the time to savor. She was a very well proportioned young femfur. As he looked her over he felt a growing tightness in his pants as his erection fought to escape his pants.

"Let's go to bed."

Master Coshocton offered his paws to Jenna. Mutely she took them and let him help her to her feet. He did not let her left paw go as he led her to the bed. He lay her down on her back. The bed was apparently made from memory foam. It was soft enough to be quite comfortable and form fitting but firm enough prevent a couple vigorously mating from sinking very deep into the mattress.

Jenna spread her legs and waited for Master Coshocton to mount her. Instead he sat down on the edge of the bed and asked her, "Are you tired? Do you need some rest after all that has happened today?"

Jenna could not help but think that her Master was much different than her preconceptions of an imperious male demanding her absolute sexual submission. His kindness and concern for her unexpectedly warmed a spot deep within her. The conditioning at The Training Academy virtually forced her obedience, but Master Coshocton's actions were rapidly earning her respect and even affection even if he was commanding and imperious at times.

"I am fine, Master," she replied. She was surprised that there was a bit of a tremor in her voice. She was trembling in nervousness and anticipation of what was to come.

Master Coshocton ran a paw over Jenna's right arm. He could feel her body shaking.

"Nervous?" he asked with a quizzical smile.

Jenna ducked her eyes and replied, "A bit, Master."

"I am surprised. You are hardly a virgin after your time at The Training Academy."

Jenna actually blushed at his frank appraisal of her lack of virginity.

"Yes, Master, but this is different."

"How?"

Jenna swallowed. This was going to sound stupid, but she had to say the truth.

"Because it is the first time with you, Master.

"My first time as an owned slave and property of another fur."

Jenna felt her face blushing even more, but the paw on her arm continued to stroke her fur uninterrupted.

"And that makes everything different?" Master Coshocton asked.

"Yes, Master.

"The instructors were just teaching me when they had sex with me. The other slaves were doing it because they were told to do it. The guards did it just because they could or to punish and degrade me. None of them had any attachment to me, and we all knew that there was no commitment. We would go our separate ways when they were done with me.

"You, Master, own me. You can do with me as you please. You can rape me, beat me, and even kill me if I do not please you.

"I want to think that you will be kind and gentle, and I think you will be, but I am still afraid that I will not please you, Master, ad that makes me very nervous."

Master Coshocton leaned over and kissed Jenna. It was not a great kiss, and he did not use his tongue to play with her, but it was clear that he was giving her his undivided attention. Slowly her nervousness left her, and she trembling subsided.

Master Coshocton broke the kiss after some time.

"Jenna, how about we just try to have some fun together and let the rest take care of itself? I think I am going to come to like you a lot, and I really have no particular desire to derive my pleasure from your pain. I would like to think that we will grow to have affection for each other one day.

"In the meantime," Mater Coshocton said with a big open muzzle grin, "you can have fun screwing my brains out"

Jenna could not help herself. She had to laugh with her Master.

Without a word Jenna opened her arms. Master Coshocton leaned over and entered his slave's embrace. Their lips met, and Jenna expertly kissed her Master. Her tongue slipped past his lips to play with his mouth.

Jenna was glad that her time at The Training Academy had included instruction on how to undress a male while having foreplay. She needed several of the tips her instructor had shared with her to relieve Master Coshocton of his clothing.

As she helped him out of his underpants, Jenna chanced a glance at his groin. She had expected the male bobcat to be sporting a fairly small penis based upon his size, but she was pleasantly surprised to see a good seven inch long shaft jutting from the mound of his pubic hair. It was a bit on the thin side, but the pink flesh was as long as an average male tiger's equipment. The barbs on the shaft were more bumps that she anticipated would feel very pleasant as he thrust in and out of her snatch. Just thinking of her Master's cock inside her cunny was making Jenna wet.

Master Coshocton worked his way between Jenna's legs. He continued to hold her and kiss her, but he also worked his erections towards the entrance of her cunt. Jenna moved her hips to guide him to her slit and waited.

Master Coshocton slowly slipped his hard shaft deep into Jenna. She was so wet and ready that he met little resistance. He pulled back out and thrust a bit harder and faster. Jenna moaned and wrapped her legs lightly around her Master's waist. In her half curled up position her pussy was fully presented to her Master for his pleasure.

Master Coshocton began bouncing up and down on Jenna. He drove his cock into her fast and hard. He stopped kissing and holding her to brace himself with his paws on the bed. His eyelids closed, and a mixture of intense concentration and pleasure screwed up his face.

Jenna felt a sudden eruption of hot jism in her vagina as Master Coshocton howled. He continued to pump in and out of her for several seconds as his seed filled her. He was no stallion, but he did a good job coating the inside of her cunt.

After a few moments Master Coshocton rolled off Jenna to her left. She smiled and tried to put a good face on it, but she was disappointed that he had not let her orgasm as well. Instead she was left incredibly sexually frustrated.

When his breathing slowed some, Master Coshocton propped himself upon his right elbow. He was frowning at her.

"Was I no good?" he asked with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"No, Master! Not at all!"

"Then why didn't you get off as well."

Jenna temporized with a half truth.

"You did not tell me I was allowed to cum, Master."

Master Coshocton's eyes opened wide.

"Dang! I forgot about that.

"Unless you are being punished or I tell you otherwise, you can cum any time."

Jenna smiled up at her Master. It was actually quite a boon he was giving her. The instructors and guards had always carefully controlled the slaves' bodies including when and how they could orgasm.

Master Coshocton reached out and traced one of the black stripes on Jenna's face.

"So, how was I?"

Jenna's smile suddenly became forced. It was the question that every slave dreaded.

"Wonderful, Master!" Jenna replied with feigned exuberance.

Master Coshocton continued to stroke Jenna's cheek. He said nothing, but his eyes bore into hers, and she could see a hint of a frown on his muzzle. She became increasingly nervous. This was no one night stand with a paying customer at The Training Academy but her owner, her Master.

Jenna dropped her eyes and quietly said, "Average, Master."

Master Coshocton nodded.

"I thought as much. Did you tell me otherwise to stroke my ego or as a survival mechanism to appease your owner?"

Master Coshocton's words stung Jenna. She replied with the slightest hint of rebellion, "Neither, Master. I told a white lie to make someone happy.

"Nothing more.

"And average is all that I would expect of a fur without a great deal of experience or the special training of an Academy stud."

Jenna waited for her Master to explode. Instead his finger continued to stroke her facial fur.

Master Coshocton finally removed his paw from Jenna's face and told her, "Turn over onto your belly."

Meekly Jenna complied. She knew she was in trouble and did not want to make things any worse.

Master Coshocton got up and took a small paddle down from a nearby hook. He returned to the bed and sat down beside Jenna. With his left paw he turned her head to face him.

"I am not particularly upset that you only consider me average.

"I am upset that you lied to me.

"I am going to try to be a good Master, but I am still your Master. I expect obedience, a certain level of subservience and complete truthfulness. When I do not receive all three from you, you will be punished.

"Tail up!"

Jenna flicked her tail up and held it high above her back. She waited for the first blow to fall.

Instead Master Coshocton put aside the paddle and took several minutes to stroke her flanks and thighs. He seemed to enjoy slipping his fingers into the cleft between her butt cheeks. He spread her legs slightly so he could stroke her slit. Jenna was already horny, and her Master's attentions were driving her nuts.

Master Coshocton picked up the paddle again. He raised it and brought it down on her left buttock. Jenna jumped a bit. The blow stung, but it did not inflict any real damage or pain.

The second blow landed on Jenna's other ass check.

A third blow was more of a caress of her right flank than a punishment.

A backhanded blow to her right flank completed Jenna's punishment. It had been a very mild punishment by The Training Academy's standards.

Master Coshocton rolled Jenna back over onto her back. He leaned in close to her face and asked, "So what did I do wrong?"

"You didn't do anything wrong, Master. There was just so much more you could have done to pleasure a femfur."

Master Coshocton seemed to ponder her words for a moment before asking, "Such as...?"

Tentatively Jenna took Master Coshocton's left paw and moved it to her right breast.

"Most femfurs enjoy a male playing with their breasts and nipples during foreplay..."

The instruction must have lasted three hours. Jenna tried to think of all the little things she had been taught at The Training Academy. She was not sure how much her Master really wanted to know, but he seemed to actually want to know everything she told him and more, and that encouraged her to continue. Master Coshocton also proved a quick learner with decent stamina and, despite his quick first orgasm, able to pace himself to let both of their pleasures build before achieving orgasms.

"Enough for now!" Master Coshocton finally declared. He had just brought Jenna off by fingering her clit while she sucked him off. Jenna's mouth was filled with a bit of her Master's cum, but his testicles were obviously spent and in need of a rest after several large orgasms.

Master Coshocton clambered around to lie beside Jenna and cuddle with her.

"That was fun," he declared.

Jenna had to agree with him. It was not like most of The Training Academy training sessions where she was expected to learn or be punished severely. She had actually been enjoying guiding her Master on a tour of her body and its erogenous zones. For his part, Master Coshocton seemed to enjoy pleasuring her, a rarity she was sure among male Masters. Everyone she had met at The Training Academy â€" instructor, guard or customer â€" had always taken their pleasure without thought to her needs or desires.

"I think that we will stop for some food and rest.

"However, you now have a new duty.

"Every night and at any other time that I have free you will instruct me on how to pleasure a female. You will teach me the best positions and methods for bringing her to a screaming orgasm. You will also teach me how to use any and all toys, dildos, plugs and 'marital aids' that I can find.

"I expect you to make suggestions for purchases when we go to the slave supply stores to further my training as well.

"Is that clear?"

Jenna grinned up at her Master. She had never known what to expect from her owner at the end of the dark days of The Training Academy, but she was apparently one of the lucky ones who had found a good if apparently demanding Master. Teaching him to pleasure a femfur was a small price to pay for keeping him happy.

And since the femfur for now was her, she would have many pleasant nights to which to look forward.

"Yes, Master," Jenna said meekly, but there was a huge grin on her muzzle as she started to make a long mental list of all the things they could do together in the nights to come. Master Coshocton's answering smile showed his approval, and the gleam in his eyes promised that he had some ideas for sex play with Jenna playing subservient female as well.

Perhaps life would not be so bad as a kept sex slave after all.