The Good

Jenna

Chapter 2

Family Ties

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Copyright © 2006, 2009 by S.M. Wolf. Based on situations created by Kittiara in [Trouble's Tales](%5C). All rights reserved by the author. Master Coshocton, Jenna, Rajah, Hans, Fritz, Sasha, Debbie, Aiyana and Lakota © S.M. Wolf. Reproduction and distribution of this work by any means without the expressed written permission of the author, or hotlinking from another website without the expressed written permission of SM Wolf is expressly forbidden. Similarity to any person, living or dead, is coincidental.

_ Many special thanks to Kittiara for her suggestions for the conversation between Jenna and Aiyana. _

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Jenna opened her eyes and looked at the alarm clock.

6:05 AM

At The Training Academy all of the slaves were expected to be up and ready for their day of sex training by 6:00 in the morning. Those who were not were punished for their laziness. All the female slaves had awakened more than once to a guard's baton being forced into their cunt or tail hole as they lay sleeping in their kennels. After raping them with the long hard stick, the guards would take them from their cells for further punishment. Most often it was a liberal dose of a quirt to their ass, backs and breasts, but sometimes the guards would get inventive or just be bored after a night of duty. Those were the punishments all the femfurs feared the most.

Now Jenna was able to sleep in to the decadently late hour of 6:30 AM. She still normally awakened earlier in answer to The Training Academy clock.

Jenna looked down at the ball of grey fur curled up against her stomach. She reached out with her right paw and gently moved a stray strand hair out of Master Coshocton's eyes.

Her Master's eyes.

Jenna sighed. Like all slaves at The Training Academy, she had hoped that she would be whisked off to some palace and installed as a queen by some loving, caring Master who would make them their mate instead of their slave. Each had known the reality would more likely be a hard, short life as some fur's sex toy, but they could all dream of a better life.

Jenna's fate was hardly terrible. Master Coshocton was definitely her Master, not her mate. The bobcat male knew what he wanted and demanded that she provide it. He had given her three major punishments in the two weeks since she had arrived.

Once Jenna had been caned for breaking the handle on the microwave oven by mistake. He had left ten long welts on her ass. The second time he had delivered five strokes to her behind and upper thighs for sassing him back. They had been far gentler and fewer blows than she might have deserved because he knew that he had allowed her much the same liberty in the past. She had simply gone further than he would allow that time. The punishment was meant to reinforce that limit rather than to cause grave injury.

The third major punishment had been two nights ago. While they had been coupling Jenna had inadvertently allowed her claws to extend while in the heat of passion. One had caught Master Coshocton on the arm and drawn blood. He had not even slowed down in his lovemaking, but afterwards he had punished her in a manner worthy of any Academy instructor.

Jenna had been ordered to lay face down on the mat in her kennel. He had blindfolded her and inserted a large bit gag into her mouth. Next he had placed a heavy wooden bar across the small of her back. He secured her arms and legs to it at the elbows and knees in a modified hog tie that had her back severely arched but left her hands and feet extending past the bar and available to her Master's whims.

Master Coshocton used small pieces of wood to force all twenty of her claws to a fully extended position. She had felt him begin to cut and file away her claws. She had cried in fear and anger behind her blindfold. She had little doubt that she would be effectively declawed for the rest of her time with her Master. Worse, he might now take her to a doctor to have her claws permanently removed.

When he was done Master Coshocton left Jenna's kennel without a word or untying her. She had expected to be left lying on her stomach in tight bondage all night as part of her punishment, but instead a half hour or so later she heard her Master return. She smelled the pungent odor of acetone and felt the gentle stroking of a brush on the remnants of her claws.

Master Coshocton released Jenna. She had been bound for over two hours and was quite stiff but generally unharmed. She was terrified to look at her claws, though.

Master Coshocton grabbed her right paw and held it in front of her muzzle.

"Extend your claws!" he ordered her.

Reluctantly Jenna obeyed. She was shocked to see what appeared to be a professional manicure of her claws. She even had to appreciate the irony of the blood red nail polish.

"Amazing what you pick up over the course of a misspent youth, isn't it?' Master Coshocton commented cryptically.

Jenna also remembered Master Coshocton giving her orders. He was never tentative. He knew what he wanted and demanded obedience without hesitation. If not, she would quickly find herself being sent to stand at one of the punishment spots around the townhouse or to her kennel for more severe reprimands.

Jenna had to snicker at most of her "punishments". Secretly she was calling the various spots painted on the walls of the townhouse "spots of pleasure". Master Coshocton had taken to randomly ordering her to assume her position at the wall without giving her a duration for her punishment. The first time she had been terrified because she had no idea what she had done to displease him. As she stood with her nose against the wall and her legs spread wide, she suddenly felt her Master slide between her legs. He had sat on the floor and licked her cunt unrelentingly until, unable to contain herself any longer, she had climaxed in a very audible manner.

Jenna had expected more punishment, but not what she received. Master Coshocton had placed her down on her paws and knees. Before he mounted her strongly to relieve his raging erection, he had whispered into her ear that she could have as many orgasms as she could get before he ejaculated. Even though he was ready to cum, she had gotten several loud climaxes of her own before he withdrew.

On average Jenna was normally getting five orgasms to Master Coshocton's one or two when they played this game. Needless to say it was a game she greatly enjoyed.

Jenna's wandering thoughts returned to her new Master's order to train him to pleasure a female fur. He had made it clear during the first week that he knew it would be a long term project, and they had worked on it every night since her arrival. She wondered why he wanted to learn how to drive her or any other female fur into a sexual frenzy. Perhaps he wanted to prepare for a future where he would take a mate and leave her behind.

Jenna sighed. That was likely the case, but in the meantime she was getting off repeatedly every night as she taught her Master all the tricks she had learned while at The Training Academy.

Last Friday night had been something of a culmination of the first two weeks of his training. He had handed her a box late in the afternoon before he left for some business meeting.

"There is a note inside the box. Go to your kennel and open the box. Follow the instructions to the letter. I will return sometime this evening," Master Coshocton told her before turning and leaving.

Jenna had grabbed the box and headed to the basement and her kennel. She was interested to see what her Master had planned for her tonight. Not only had he shown her a bit of his kinkiness, but he had a sharp mind and vivid imagination. Some of his ideas for their evenings had been both unusual and pleasant. She was anxious to see what he wanted tonight.

Jenna sat on the edge of the bed and opened the box. There was a bright red envelope on top. She opened it and read the instructions.

Enclosed is an outfit suitable for an Arabian princess or a harem slave. Tonight you will play both roles. I expect you to excel in them.

Bathe using the scented bath oil I left on the ledge and prepare yourself. You are to play the part of a Sultan's virgin daughter living behind the walls of his castle. To better play your role, remove your collar and place it on a hook beside the door. I will be a raider come across the dessert to take you from your father and hold you for a ransom or worse. You are to act the part of the unwilling prisoner.

I expect a believable response from you as our sex play develops. However, keep your claws sheathed this time.

Your Master

Jenna had laughed a bit at the reminder of her misdeed. She still was a bit frightened at what had happened and what could have happened, but Master Coshocton seemed to bear no grudge. Instead he treated it more as a practical joke upon her than a punishment for her.

The young tigress pulled the costume out of the box. She grinned widely.

The harem outfit was purple trimmed with gold. It was also semi-transparent and would serve to enhance rather than conceal her assets. There were pieces of gold and silver jewelry to go on her wrists and ankles. At the bottom was a very thin purple veil to cover her muzzle and partially hide her face.

Jenna quickly bathed. There was a large bottle of jasmine scented bath oil sitting on the ledge. She used a generous amount. The heady scent of the flower filled her entire kennel.

Jenna felt very strange removing her collar herself, but her Master had ordered it. She had little doubt it would be back around her neck soon. She had dressed quickly and was brushing out her hair when the door exploded inward.

Master Coshocton stood in the doorway. He was wearing black pointed toed Arabian-style shoes, baggy gray harem eunuch pants, and a wide red sash. He was also holding an impossibly large scimitar in his right paw.

"YAAAA!" Master Coshocton yelled and charged into the room waving his weapon high over his head. Jenna screamed in mock terror and ran toward the safety of the bathroom area. Her retreat was cut off, and she found herself tossed to the ground and rolled over onto her stomach. Silk cords tied her wrists and elbows together. Master Coshocton grabbed her collar and secured it about her neck again. A six foot silk rope was tied to the front ring of the collar.

"Up!" her Master ordered Jenna.

Jenna struggled to crawl away instead, but soon she allowed herself to be hoisted up to her feet by Master Coshocton. Pulling against the rope, she followed her "captor" upstairs. She struggled a bit, but a playful swat to her rump and probably empty threats of worse quieted her.

In the dining area Master Coshocton had tied her to a chair and fed her. At the end of the dinner she learned that the Sultan, her "father", had refused to ransom her. Since he could not have a mound of gold, Master Coshocton instead would make her his newest pleasure slave. She had faked tears and wailed in grief, but secretly she was wondering where the night was heading. It certainly had plenty of promise.

She spent the entire night lying on a thick pile of colorful pillows. Her Master had propped her up so her upper torso was half upright. Both of her paws were secured high above her head with a length of rope tied to a single large ring set in the wall. More ropes ran from her ankles to rings set in the floor. Her Master had taken particular delight in pulling her legs wide open. Her tail was pushed off to her left side.

Master Coshocton had ever so slowly stripped her of the thin garments by shredding them with his claws. He had taken considerable time to use his tongue and paws to ravish her partially clad body. He had used every trick she had taught him to excite and arouse her. She was glad she had to play the role of captive princess. It allowed her to fake resistance and then be overcome by her "captor's" superior sexual technique. More importantly, it allowed her to climax early and often, a sexual perk of which she took frequent advantage. She caught her Master occasionally grinning as as came loudly, and she knew he was content to allow her to enjoy herself.

Master Coshocton had dragged out her "deflowerment" for a good hour or more. Her Master had pawed and licked her entire front side repeatedly before he shifted and mounted her as she wriggled beneath him in supposed horror at his "rape" of her. She had lost track of her orgasms after the tenth one. She had welcomed his strong thrusts into her pussy. Best of all, he had continued ravishing her for another two or three hours using both his own penis and several of the dildos stored in her kennel. She did not quite remember when the butt plug ended up in her tail hole, but it had just added even more to her enjoyment.

It had been a most pleasant night.

Now it was 6:29 AM on Monday morning, and the alarm was about to go off to awaken her Master. Jenna reached over her head and turned off the alarm. There was no reason to start her Master's day with a harsh buzzing tone to awaken him when her voice could do it just as well.

"Master? Master Coshocton? It is time to wake up," she cooed gently into his right ear.

Master Coshocton stirred. He looked at the clock. He turned over onto his right side and slid his arms around Jenna. He smiled broadly at her. She smiled back before ducking her head a bit and batting her eyes as she had been trained at The Training Academy. She was playing just a bit coy.

It paid off.

Master Coshocton released Jenna. He pushed on her left shoulder until she rolled over onto her back. He got up and straddled her body with his hips just below her ribs. His shaft was already mostly erect and dripping just a little precum juice on her fur.

Master Coshocton tapped her cleavage and said, "Tunnel!"

Jenna grabbed the outside of her hefty breasts and pushed them together. The tip of her Master's shaft was caught between the two large mounds of warm flesh. He placed his paws on his hips and began to slowly sway his hips in and out. His shaft slid deliciously through the soft flesh of Jenna's orbs. When he started to thrust deeper, the tip of his cock stuck out above her breasts. Jenna seized the opportunity and ran the tip of her tongue over her Master's pink prick as best she could every time it fleetingly appeared.

Master Coshocton began to thrust hard and then pause for a moment with his crotch pressed against Jenna's tits. He allowed Jenna to briefly capture his prick with her lips and mouth before withdrawing. He gave several playful tugs on her nipple rings. When her nipples appeared above the thin white fur of her breasts in response to the stimulation, he took them between his thumbs and forefingers to play with them.

With a grunt Master Coshocton climaxed. His jism flew over Jenna's face and neck. He continued cumming for several seconds before the thick white stream trailed off. Jenna was slightly disappointed because she had not reached a climax, but her Master's pleasure was all that mattered.

Master Coshocton was not done quite yet, though. He took out a large dildo and a tube of lubricant from the night stand. He greased up the dildo and applied a generous glob to her pussy lips. He slid the dildo into her with a single, ever so slow thrust that drove her nuts waiting for the hard plastic shaft to fill her cunny.

Master Coshocton gave Jenna a quick kiss.

"I have to get ready for work, but you can play all morning if you want. Eat lunch at noon. By 12:30 I want you in the foyer on your knees waiting for a visitor. When the visitor arrives, you are to follow her orders as if I were giving them. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master. May I ask who is coming?"

"My mother. We are having my parents over for dinner tonight so they can meet you."

Master Coshocton turned the vibrator on high and went to take his shower. Jenna's back arched as she promptly climaxed. Her cries likely could be heard by Master Coshocton above the noise of the shower. He paused for a moment on his way downstairs to give her a kiss and quickly thrust the dildo in and out several times. She screamed into his mouth as she came hard. He just laughed and left.

Jenna continued to play with the dildo for several hours until at last she was physically drained and, at least for now, sexually sated. She rolled over onto her side and considered what was to come that day. Intellectually she had known that Master Coshocton had parents. Hers were still in the prime of life, and his were likely a similar age. She was just very nervous about having his parents meet her. How would they treat her? Would they consider her just a piece of furniture? Maybe his father would decide to take her down to her kennel and mount her or even beat her. She would have to acquiesce to his demands without protest. His mother could be even worse if she viewed Jenna as stealing her son. Protective femfurs could be incredibly cruel to a helpless slave.

Jenna got up and bathed. She took extra time to make sure she was exceptionally clean. She brushed out her hair and pelt twice to make it shine. Finally she applied some of the perfume she had been given by her Master to strategic spots on her body. If she was going to have a bad afternoon and night, so be it. She would not disgrace her Master, though!

The femfur descended to the foyer. She had to smile at the sight that greeted her. Her Master had placed a small mat on the tile floor for her. Beside the mat was a bottle of water and several energy bars. She picked up the note beside the snacks.

If things go as I expect, you will not need these. Just in case, I am leaving you some provisions.

At noon Jenna ate a light lunch. She was too nervous for a large meal. When she was done she cleaned up the kitchen and returned to the foyer. It was 12:20 PM, and she had to prepare in case their visitor arrived early.

Jenna knelt with her knees spread as wide as possible. She took a deep breath and placed her paws palms up on her thighs. She laid her tail straight out behind her and then lifted it up in a graceful S-curve. The upper bend just touched her spine between her shoulder blades. She bowed her head and stared at the floor between her thighs and tried to relax. She could be waiting for some time. She let her training and experience take over as she settled in for a potentially long wait.

Jenna had sunk so deep into her semi-trance that she was actually startled when only a few minutes later she heard a fumbling at the door. Her ears twitched. She hoped this was her Master's mother and not some intruder. All she could do was kneel and wait.

The door opened. Someone paused in the doorway for several seconds. Jenna could hear several bags being placed on the floor beside the doorway. A few seconds later she saw unshod petite bobcat feet walk past her as someone walked around her. Jenna remained motionless and hoped that she would please her Master's mother.

After the female made several circuits about her, Jenna began to fidget inside. Did all of this family like to walk around new slaves for several minutes the first time they met?

A small paw slid under Jenna's muzzle and forced her face up. She had to look at the broadly smiling face of a middle aged bobcat. Jenna's apprehensions instantly vanished in the bright light of the female fur's smile.

"Hello, Jenna. I thought Coshie told us all about you. I see he forgot to mention how ravishingly beautiful and big you are in person," the bobcat told Jenna. "I'll have to give him a good scolding for that!"

Jenna had to smile back. Together the two females shared a brief giggle.

Master Coshocton's mother bent down and gently kissed Jenna on the forehead.

"Welcome to the family, Jenna."

Jenna felt sudden warmth appear in her belly at the simple, kind words of acceptance by this femfur.

A bit brusquely the bobcat added. "Now, we have to get ready for dinner, and I know how much my two males can put away when they get eating. I'll grab the rest of the bags out of the car while you take these to the kitchen."

"Yes, Mistress," Jenna replied as she rose and picked up the bags.

The bobcat paused in the doorway. She half turned and said, "Jenna?"

"Yes, Mistress?"

"When you address me from now on, please call me Mistress Mom."

The bobcat disappeared out the door and headed down the steps leaving behind a flabbergasted tigress in the foyer.

Jenna gathered herself and the groceries and headed for the kitchen, but her mind was elsewhere.

"_ Mistress Mom? _" the tigress said aloud to the empty kitchen. That was certainly something that was unexpected. She knew that none of The Training Academy courses covered anything like this! She suspected it was because they did not want to give the slaves hope by exploring a possibility such as this, but it did leave Jenna in unknown territory.

Jenna wondered about the possible implications of that title as she emptied the bags onto the kitchen counter. There were a lot of spices, meats and vegetables in the bags. Seeing everything laid out on the counter, Jenna wondered what her Master's mother would be cooking.

Master Coshocton's mother reappeared with two more large bags and a gallon of milk. She quickly emptied her bags out onto the counter as well. She looked over everything and made a decision. She reached into several drawers and cabinets and brought out a brush, a colander, a cutting board and a large chef's knife. She placed the bunch of carrots in the colander and handed them to Jenna.

"Start by cleaning these..."

The time passed most pleasantly as the two femfurs prepared a large meal for their males. Jenna learned that Master Coshocton's mother was named Aiyana and her mate's name was Lakota. They lived across town far enough from Coshocton to make the trip a bit of an event, but not so far that they could not see him easily and fairly frequently. Both of the elder bobcats worked, but Aiyana had taken a half day off from her government job. Lakota would be arriving around six after a meeting at his engineering design firm.

Both older bobcats were looking forward to spending the evening with their cub and meeting his new sex slave.

Early on the conversation turned to Jenna's culinary skills.

"Where did you learn to cook?" Aiyana asked.

Jenna winced. Her mother had never been great in the kitchen, and what food they had was usually very plain. Her mother had passed on what skills she had, but most of her knowledge came from two semesters of Home Economics.

"Oh, I picked up things here and there," she temporized.

Aiyana frowned at Jenna. She asked in a severe voice, "Your mother did not teach you how to cook?"

Jenna hung her head in shame.

"And let me guess, Coshie has been serving you grilled steaks and microwave dinners since you got here."

"How did you- ?!"

Aiyana grinned. "I'm his mother. Trust me, I know what he cooks. Just be glad you are not on a steady diet of macaroni and cheese. Now, let's get to work on the stew..."

Aiyana never made Jenna feel like a second class citizen. She was bright and cheerful even while giving out orders. Like most chefs she was a dictator in the kitchen, but she was a benevolent one. Predictably the conversation drifted to Coshocton and Jenna.

"I noticed Coshie was wearing a striped shirt with plaid pants again." Aiyana commented with an exasperated sigh as she mixed batter for a cake.

Jenna winced. She was no fashion queen, but she knew how bad Master Coshocton's choice of wardrobe was at times. Like most male furs, he was totally clueless when it came to coordinating clothes.

"I've been trying to suggest outfits for him, Mistress Mom, but I am not having much luck."

"Hmmm. Does he keep you downstairs in the kennel or upstairs in his room?"

"Both, Mistress Mom."

"Have you tried laying out something for him while he is in the shower?"

"No, I had not thought of trying that."

"Start to lay out his clothes every morning. Tell him it is part of your slave responsibilities for your Master if he says anything. If he asks why you suddenly started doing it, tell him I found out you were not and beat you to punish you for failing your duties. That should keep you safe."

Jenna nodded her head. Master Coshocton was very unlikely to punish her twice for the same offense, and he definitely needed some fashion help!

"And how has he been feeling? He never tells me when he is sick. I only learn about it later, if then."

"He has been fine, Mistress Mom. A little tired at times, but overall he is in good health."

Aiyana laughed a bit.

"I bet he is tired at times!"

Unexpectedly Jenna felt s strong blush coming to her cheeks.

"Has he been seeing anyone else since you came here?"

Jenna heart dropped. If Master Coshocton's mother was asking about other females, her place must be more precarious than she thought.

"No, Mistress Mom."

"Good!"

Now Jenna was blushing furiously at the obvious tone of approval in Aiyana's voice. Apparently this bobcat femfur approved of Jenna.

"What about his job? Is everything going well at work?"

"I believe it is. He seems a bit nervous about some proposal to Wolf Enterprises, but I think that is just because the cash value is so big."

"Really? How big is the contract?"

"He did not say, but when Master Rajah was here three days ago I overheard him say it was twice as large as anything they had ever done before."

Aiyana whistled softly.

"That big, huh? No wonder he has been so hard to reach the past month."

They spent some time carefully cutting strips of beef, chicken and pork for a stir fry dish. When they were done Aiyana grabbed two waters from the refrigerator and handed one to Jenna. They leaned on the counter and talked some more.

"Do you take care of the house chores now, Jenna?"

"Most. Master Coshocton does not want me to go outside yet. I'm not sure why."

"Do you have clothing? I noticed you were only wearing a collar today."

"No, Mistress Mom. Master Coshocton said I had not earned any clothing yet."

"I am going to have to have a long, one-sided discussion with that boy...

"We'll see about going out for some clothes later this week after I tell him you need some and his opinion does not matter.

"What about household chores? Does he still have dust bunnies under all the furniture and mold collections in the refrigerator?"

"No, Mistress Mom. I tossed all of the old food the first garbage day. The thing was empty except for some ice cubes after that, but it did get Master Coshocton to go buy some fresh food.

"The dust bunnies are gone. I spent the first two days he was away at work vacuuming and dusting. I think I got them all finally. The glass windows took another day. I'd prefer not to think about the bathrooms."

"Soap scum an eighth of an inch thick?"

"At least!"

The two female furs shared a quick laugh together.

"You do know Coshie is allergic to most detergents and fabric softeners? You need to use nothing but the unscented or hypoallergenic ones."

Jenna nodded and said, "He has not taken me out shopping for supplies yet, but I saw what he had in the laundry."

"Well, when you get out of the house after you get some decent clothing," Aiyana said, "make sure you get plenty of cleaning supplies and toilet paper. Coshie has a bad habit of running out of toilet paper at the most inopportune times!"

Jenna smiled but managed not to laugh at the implied scene.

"Hey, it could be you!" Aiyana laughingly said as she pointed at Jenna with her water bottle.

"Lord knows, it has happened to me a few times!"

The two femfurs shared a hearty laugh.

Jenna and Aiyana finished preparing for the meal by making bread. Jenna was surprised that Aiyana insisted on hand kneading the dough instead of using a bread machine. It was fun pushing the dough around with her paws, though. They cut it up into four little pieces and molded them into miniloafs just like the restaurants used.

"Okay, we have to let the dough rise for two hours before we put it in the oven. Everything else is ready to go into the oven, on the stove or into the wok. The cakes are cooling down and can be frosted when we put the bread in the oven. And it is only three o'clock! We made short work of preparing the meal."

Jenna was tired but strangely fulfilled. The work to make the meal her Master would eat that night was rewarding. She wondered if she could do this more.

Jenna caught Aiyana eying her out of the corner of her eye.

"You know, Jenna..."

"Yes, Mistress Mom?"

"We have an hour or two to kill now, and you are a trained sex slave..."

Fifteen minutes later two naked, giggling female furs knelt on the bed in Jenna's kennel. The only difference between the two was Jenna was wearing a collar and Aiyana was not. In front of the two females was a pair of lifelike feline dildos. Jenna had selected a pair similar in size to Master Coshocton's penis. Aiyana had ordered Jenna to instruct her on better ways to please her mate in bed, and Jenna was obliging her. At least now Jenna had some idea from where her Master's order to teach him had come.

"Now, the tip is most sensitive, especially around the foreskin," Jenna said as she pointed out the region on her dildo. "The trick is to use just the tip of your tongue and very little pressure to start with..."

Jenna kept imparting her hard won knowledge of fellatio to her willing student. It seemed strange to her to be teaching a female her mother's age how to give head, but if that was what Aiyana wanted, that was what she was going to get!

Jenna provided demonstrations of The Training Academy's basic instructions to new slaves from her first class in heterosexual oral sex. Aiyana picked up the basics quickly. That was a small blessing for Jenna since she was not sure what she could do if Aiyana proved inept. At The Training Academy a new slave would have been beaten if their efforts did not prove adequate. She had little doubt what would happen if she tried to beat her Master's mother!

Jenna went on to describe some of the more erotic areas of the male body and how to stimulate them. She did not have a male slave to demonstrate upon, so she ended up pointing out the spots on her own body.

After Jenna was done, Aiyana leaned forward and asked, "What about here?" and proceeded to tickle Jenna just under her right armpit.

Jenna collapsed to the bed in a laughing fetal ball.

"Oh, Jenna, so you are ticklish too!"

"Too?"

Aiyana laughed.

"Yep! Too! Coshocton is terribly ticklish just under his arms. Remember that if you ever need it.

"And don't be afraid to fight dirty when it comes to the bedroom pillow fights!"

Aiyana rolled over onto her back and looked over at Jenna. She seemed to be contemplating and weighing the worth of the tigress very carefully.

"Jenna, what do you and Coshie do in bed?"

Jenna's mind raced. Was there any good answer to the question? She doubted it, so she settled for the truth. Her experiences at The Training Academy led her to give as little information as possible.

"Mistress Mom, Master Coshocton has ordered me to instruct him how to pleasure a female fur. I have been trying my best to accomplish that."

Jenna went on to list of the techniques that she was teaching her Master. Aiyana seemed to take note of each one and add it to a mental list. Her expression was contemplative, not angry, which gave Jenna some comfort. Her Master's mother did not seem upset and did ask some pointed yet meaningful questions about what they were doing.

The conversation took a sudden turn.

"Has he punished you, Jenna?"

"Yes, Mistress Mom," Jenna replied quietly.

"By beating you?"

"Twice, yes. Mostly though, he sends me to stand at a spot on the wall for some period of time."

Aiyana snickered.

"That was the punishment we used on him as a cub. He is reliving his childhood a tad bit early. I suspect there is a little more to it than you just standing there..."

Jenna giggled a bit.

"Well, he does like to watch me closely when I am being punished."

Both felines laughed.

"Trust me, Jenna. They all like to watch us, all the time.

"And I bet he does more than just look, but I will not pry further today.

"If things get bad, let me know. Coshocton is a good boy, but sometimes he needs the not so gentle rap of his mother's paw against the back of his hard head to remind him of that."

Jenna knew that she would never say anything to Mistress Mom about Master Coshocton, but it was nice to know that this femfur was concerned about Jenna's well being.

Aiyana sat up and looked the tigress directly in the eyes. In a dead serious voice she asked, "Are you happy here with Coshocton, Jenna?"

Jenna took a deep breath. Like any fur she would prefer to be free. If she could not be free, Master Coshocton was a very good master to have.

"Yes, Mistress Mom, I am happy here. Master Coshocton is demanding, but fair. He also seems to actually care for me. I am lonely during the day at times, but my Master spends large amounts of time with me when he is home.

"And yes, I do enjoy our sex immensely."

"I am glad, Jenna. I think you are making Coshocton very happy."

Aiyana stood up.

"Dinner, unfortunately, is not going to cook itself. Time to get the rest of the food in the oven."

Aiyana quickly dressed, and the two femfurs returned to the kitchen and finished preparing the meal.

Master Coshocton arrived home around five thirty. His mother doted on him just enough to make him uncomfortable. While his head was turned Aiyana shot Jenna a broad grin and a saucy wink. She knew exactly what she was doing. Jenna just grinned back and took notes for the future.

Shortly after six the doorbell rang.

"Go get the door, Jenna," Master Coshocton ordered his slave. "Dad probably forgot his key at home again."

Jenna went to the foyer and knelt in the manner of a sex slave beside the door. She reached out and opened the door.

"Welcome to this household, Master or Mistress," Jenna said in a semi-formal greeting she had been taught at The Training Academy while staring hard at the threshold.

Jenna could see well polished black loafers and a pair of gray dress pants just outside the door. They remained unmoving for several seconds. Jenna became very nervous that she had somehow offended what she presumed was her Master's father.

Lakota stepped into the house and closed the door behind him. He reached out and placed his paw underneath Jenna's jaw. He gently tilted Jenna's head back. Her gaze progressed up a white dress shirt past a blue tie to a grinning face framed by short black hair.

"Jenna, I am going to have to have a long talk to my son about how he described you. He failed utterly to tell us how good looking you are!"

Jenna blushed a bit at the compliment and smiled back. It was so strange. She was a slave, just an object of pleasure for her Master to use as he wished, yet this family seemed to actually care about her and like her. All three had made her feel warmly welcomed when they met her.

Lakota offered Jenna his right paw to assist her to stand.

"Is everyone else in the kitchen?" he asked her.

Jenna barely put any pressure on Lakota's paw as she stood and replied, "Yes, Master Dad."

"Master Dad?" Lakota asked in surprise.

Jenna froze. She had been calling Aiyana Mistress Mom so much she had unconsciously assumed her Master's father should be called Master Dad. The honorific had slipped out, and now she was in deep trouble for her presumption.

Lakota slipped a paw around Jenna's waist.

"I like that name. Maybe we'll get rid of the ˜Master' someday."

Lakota half pulled a totally shocked Jenna into the kitchen. He warmly greeted his mate and kit. They conversed about the day's events. Jenna quietly moved off into a corner and tried her best to be ignored by the three bobcats. She also tried to come to terms with Lakota's offhand comment. The implications were immense, yet the older male bobcat seemed to mean what he said.

Aiyana was not about to let Jenna be left out of things. She ordered the younger fur to help her take the food into the dining area. The two males simply got out of the way of the rapidly moving females.

Jenna brought in the last platter of food and placed it on the table. Once everything was in place, she turned to leave.

"Where are you going, Jenna?" Aiyana asked.

"To my kennel, Mistress Mom," Jenna replied.

"Why?" asked Lakota.

"This is a family dinner, not a place for a slave, Master Dad."

Aiyana harrumphed and said "Nonsense! Jenna, sit across from me."

Hesitantly Jenna looked at her Master. She was his property, not his parents'.

Gravely Master Coshocton pulled out the seat and asked Jenna, "Jenna, would you please join us?"

Jenna spent a very quiet dinner sitting across the table from Aiyana. She ate the same food as the others. In fact, her Master had added food to her plate a couple of times when he thought she was not taking enough. The Training Academy had taught her to either leave a private family gathering like this or wait in a corner to serve the desires of the family furs. To sit at the table and eat was forcing her to go against eight months of often painful intensive training.

Still, none of the bobcats seemed to mind her presence. Perhaps her Master would punish her later, but Jenna doubted it. Master Coshocton never seemed to use subterfuge or lies when it came to such things. If he did not want her there at the table, she would not be there. It was yet another anomaly in her life as his slave.

Aiyana and Lakota did manage to draw Jenna into the conversation by the end of the meal. She talked a bit about her family and friends before becoming a slave. They did not ask any disturbing questions about her time at The Training Academy. Jenna did note that her Master stopped eating and listened very carefully to everything she said about her past life.

Overall it was a very pleasant dinner.

After dinner was cleared, the four furs retired to the living room. Aiyana and Lakota snuggled together on the loveseat while Master Coshocton took a chair across the coffee table from his parents. Jenna quickly sat on the floor beside her Master's chair and adopted a submissive attitude. None of the bobcats made a comment, but Jenna did catch a slightly disapproving look from Aiyana to Master Coshocton. He just shrugged slightly. After a few minutes her Master's left paw found its way to Jenna's upper back and hair. He gently stroked her fur as he talked with his parents about his work and other subjects.

"...so after Wolf Enterprises approves the design we should have enough orders to justify doubling the plant's capacity," Master Coshocton finished.

"That's good, Dear," Aiyana replied.

"But we have a few other things that we think are much more important than work," Lakota continued.

Jenna was acutely aware of three pairs of eyes upon her.

"So, has she been acceptable, Coshocton?" Lakota asked his son.

"I have enjoyed my time with her, Father," Master Coshocton replied a bit stiffly. He did not seem to want to talk about their time together. Jenna was a bit surprised since most males she knew, even The Training Academy slaves, liked to flout their sexual prowess and the femfurs with whom they had sex.

"What felony did she commit to be sentenced to The Training Academy?"

"The records said assault and battery. Specifically, she was convicted of putting two furs in the hospital including a police fur.

Jenna's hackles rose, and she silently screamed inside. She had never raised a paw against any other fur! The charges were a pure fabrication.

"As I said," Master Coshocton continued, "that is what the records report. Strangely, I cannot find any record of her act in the news files though the event is well recorded in the police logs and court records.

"My conclusion is that the event did not occur, and someone wanted Jenna to be sent to The Training Academy."

Lakota looked at Jenna and asked her directly in a stern voice, "What crime did you commit, young lady?"

Jenna replied, "Shoplifting, Master."

"Shoplifting?!"

Jenna raised her muzzle and looked her Master's father directly in the eyes. Her eyes flashed in anger over the false accusation made against her by the authorities that had sent her to The Training Academy.

"Yes, Master. I stole a pair of twenty credit earrings from a local department store. It was stupid and childish, but I wanted them, and I had no money. I was caught by the store security and sent to the police station.

"Some furs came and looked at me while I was in the holding cell. I found out later they were the Head Master and his secretary. They purchased me and several other furs from the police about eight months ago. We were all barely eighteen years old and poor but in reasonably good health. I would say all of us qualified as at least good looking. We were taken to The Training Academy and indoctrinated as sex slaves."

Jenna turned her head to look up at her Master. Her countenance softened considerably.

"About two weeks ago Master Coshocton bought me and took me away from the hell of an existence I had fallen into," Jenna finished.

Master Coshocton continued to gently stroke Jenna's hair. There was an answering soft look on his face as he looked down at his slave.

"There have been some reports..." Lakota started to say before falling silent as he contemplated the evidence sitting before him.

"But no one has believed them," Master Coshocton said grimly.

Aiyana commented bitterly, "No, no one in the government wanted them to be believed. Don't forget that The Training Academy is a government facility. Bureaucrats like to gather and keep power. Having your own constantly changing sex harem of young male and female furs and getting paid to have kinky sex every day is just a huge perk."

The three bobcats fell silent for several minutes as they weighed the meaning of Jenna's revelation. It seemed to go much further than just her. These three seemed to be at least suspicious that something more was happening at The Training Academy.

Aiyana recovered first.

"So, Coshie, what do you plan to do with Jenna now? Breed her or marry her?" she asked her son.

Training or not, Jenna shot straight up into a rigid sitting position. She was as shocked and embarrassed by the question as her Master.

Master Coshocton's face grew extremely hot. He coughed a couple of times before replying, "I had no specific plans at the moment."

"Well, I want to become a grandmother before I get too old to enjoy kittens, so keep that in mind. I would much prefer they be your legitimate issue with your mate, but I am going into full grandmothermode for Jenna's kittens even if she is still your slave, so be ready when it happens!"

Seeing Master Coshocton's confused look, Aiyana pointedly added "You are going to at least keep her, are you not?"

Master Coshocton's face and voice softened.

"Yes, I am definitely going to keep her," he said with a slightly silly smile.

"Good! I want to borrow her soon to give your father and I some tips in bed. It should be an interesting three-way."

Lakota shot upright in his seat and shouted " AIYANA!!!"

"Well, she was giving me great tips this afternoon."

A sly look came to Aiyana's face.

"I can't wait to get home tonight to show you some of the ˜tricks' from The Training Academy she taught me."

Aiyana ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. Her seemingly casual movement had obvious sexual overtones. Lakota suddenly became very nervous. He had to adjust his collar which had seemingly become too tight for him.

"Let's discuss this later in private," he said to his mate.

"Oh, we will," Aiyana replied in a low, sexy voice that seemed to shake up Lakota even more.

The four furs enjoyed a small drink of wine. Jenna was pleasantly surprised to find herself included in the drink. The wine was far better than the cheap twist top bottles she and her friends had used to spike punch on occasion. It helped to calm her as well.

After finishing their drinks, Aiyana and Lakota bade the younger couple goodbye and left arm in arm. Jenna saw them share a brief but passionate kiss as the front door closed behind them. The two bobcats appeared to truly love each other and their son. It caused a bit of an ache in her heart, but she remembered how all three had treated her that day and knew that she was a part of their family now. What role she would play in the future was unknown, but it seemed likely her existence would not be unpleasant if these three bobcats had any say in it.

Later Jenna and Coshocton climbed into his bed. The male bobcat seemed much calmer and relaxed now that his parents were gone. Apparently he had been as nervous about Jenna meeting his parents as she had been. He took her in his arms and asked, "So, what did you and Mother talk about today?"

"Oh, just girl things," she replied lightly as she snuggled close to her Master. She was enjoying the warmth of his body pressed against hers.

"Do I want to know what they were?"

"Probably not!" Jenna said brightly.

"I thought so.

"So what did you teach Mom? She seemed to be rather enthused about it."

Mischievously Jenna asked, "Are you sure you want to know what your parents are doing in bed tonight?"

Master Coshocton blushed a bit but gamely replied, "Yes.

"We were always pretty open about such things. They are not exhibitionists, but they never tried to hide things like sex and slaves from me. Instead they taught me what they were really about."

"It would be easier for me to show you rather than tell you...," Jenna said coyly. She was feeling randy and wanted to have some fun.

Master Coshocton grinned at his sex slave.

"I think I would like that.

"Of course," he added, "I am going to have a hard time not thinking about my Mom doing it to my Dad while you do it to me."

"What makes you think you are going to be able to think about anything, Master?" Jenna asked with wide eyed innocence.

Jenna grinned at her Master's shocked look and slipped from her Master's embrace. She crawled down under the covers and found his naked crotch. Just the slightest bit of pink was showing from his sheath. Jenna licked her lips in anticipation.

Master Coshocton found his sheath and cock suddenly assaulted by a randy tigress that was not taking any prisoners that night. His eyes grew steadily wider as she brought him rapidly to the brink of a massive orgasm and left him hanging just below the threshold of release for endless minutes. When she finally allowed him release Master Coshocton screamed in pure ecstasy and shredded the sheets in his paws. His sperm covered Jenna's face in a sticky mask even though she tried to swallow the torrent erupting from his balls.

Jenna did not stop, though. She quickly brought him back up to the heights of passion using just her tongue sliding deep into his sheath. She waited until he was sweating profusely from the exertion of trying to stop his orgasm and then brought him off by burying his entire prick deep into her mouth and throat. She fellated well over half of his cock with her throat muscles as she sucked on his cock as hard as possible.

Jenna could feel a tsunami of hot jism pouring down her throat. She did not care. She loved every second of pleasuring her wonderful Master!

The sudden realization of her feelings towards Master Coshocton stunned Jenna so much she actually stopped sucking her Master.

"Jenna? Are you okay?" Master Coshocton asked in a concerned voice.

"Umm-hmm," she managed to get out around the hot flesh in her mouth.

Jenna quickly resumed her work. She hoped that her Master would not ask any more questions she did not want to answer right now. Furiously she worked several sensitive spots on his shaft, balls and crotch simultaneously. As she hoped, her Master suddenly screamed and spurted another large load down her throat. Totally distracted by his orgasm, he completely forgot about her unusual behavior in the waves of sexual pleasure that ran through his body.

The sex continued for nearly an hour. Master Coshocton demanded that Jenna get in a 69 position so he could practice pleasuring her as well. It was a pleasant game to alternate orgasms with her Master. He was no miser when it came to giving her pleasure, and she enjoyed repaying him as much as possible.

Later that night Jenna lay awake. Master Coshocton was curled up against her belly. His light breathing was barely audible in the silence of the bedroom. Jenna was tired, but so much had happened that day that she could not get to sleep. Over and over she replayed her afternoon and evening.

Jenna was surprised at how fast and how much she had fallen for Mistress Mom. She had done more motherly things with her in a single afternoon than she had done with her own mother in months or even years. Clothes shopping together and cooking lessons carried a huge promise of many more pleasant mother-daughter activities. The time in the kennel had revealed a bit of a twist to the femfur bobcat that just added to her spice.

Master Dad had not spent much time alone with Jenna, but the little bit had been very pleasant. He had been a perfect gentlefur, and he treated her more like his daughter than his son's sex slave. The look in his eyes had been one of affection, not lust or contempt. Unlike her often distant father he had been warm and friendly towards her throughout the night.

Both elder bobcats and her Master had been shocked to learn why she had been placed into judicial slavery. They apparently had not been surprised, and they had never questioned her word. They simply accepted what she said as fact regardless of what the authorities said.

It was just so different from her family and her past experiences.

Jenna's mind kept mulling over one particular instant in the night when Aiyana had asked Master Coshocton if he intended to marry or at least breed her.

It was, of course, her Master's right to do with her and her body as he pleased. She had no real expectation of becoming Master Coshocton's mate despite his mother's comments, but the thought of carrying kittens for him was something she had never considered.

For most femfur slaves breeding would be an act devoid of love, and their cubs would be taken from them at birth. Master Coshocton could impregnate her himself or have the deed done at The Training Academy or many other breeding facilities by a registered stud slave if he wanted some particular genetic combination. Even though she had been her Master's property for only a short time, Jenna suspected he would do the deed himself, and she would raise the kittens. A faint longing stirred at the edge of her mind. Before it could take hold and start certain inappropriate thoughts, she shifted her attention to her Master and his reaction.

Master Coshocton had nearly choked in embarrassment at his mother's comments, but Jenna had seen something in his face and eyes for just a moment. She was not sure because it had been so nebulous, but she thought that perhaps it had been a look of longing. Not for sex, but for a mate and fatherhood.

Likely it was just a figment of her imagination. Jenna was just a young sex slave with no future save pleasing her Master for as long as he desired her. Afterwards she would be sold to some new owner and replaced by a new pleasure slave.

Still, the young tigress could dream of better and hope. Days like today made those wild dreams of freedom and even love seem almost attainable. Master Coshocton certainly had not contradicted his mother or done anything later to dissuaded Jenna from her speculation.

Jenna stroked her Master's ears. Even in his sleep he sighed and smiled at her gentle touch.

Jenna knew that The Training Academy's indoctrination and the strange thing they had done to her just before hooding her and selling her were designed to as strongly bond her to her Master emotionally as the law and social mores bound her to him physically. They had made her think only of pleasuring him and obedience to his every whim. Yet after only two weeks together with her Master she honestly enjoyed her duties.

Would she do these things if she were a free fur?

Jenna wondered about that. She certainly would not have had the training, and she would have been unlikely to have met Master Coshocton socially. They lived on different sides of the tracks, literally as well as figuratively. If she had somehow come to meet him, and they had ended up together in bed, Jenna had to think that she would have tried hard to pleasure him. He was just such a nice fur that she honestly liked him just for himself.

Master Coshocton stirred a bit in his sleep. He shifted to snuggle closer to Jenna. He felt so good pressed against her stomach and breasts. She wrapped her arms around him and smiled. It was much like holding a cub.

Jenna was not certain if or when she would ever have cubs, but she suddenly realized that she wanted them to be Master Coshocton's kits. If Mistress Mom had her way, they likely would be coming along sooner rather than later. Even if not, she hoped that one day it would happen. It also appeared that the older bobcat femfur would give Jenna her unconditional support and even love regardless if she was a slave or a freefur.

As she contemplated motherhood, Jenna started to rock Master Coshocton back and forth while humming softly. Her eyes slowly closed, and she drifted off into pleasing dreams of a family with Master Coshocton and his parents.