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The Tables Turned: Part Four

© DeeCat

Mistress Lydia paged into the room and ordered the boys to start without her and bring Lee into her chambers when he was clean. "And wash him twice, for Gods's sakes." "Yes, Mistress Lydia", Ben had smiled sweetly at the sound of her voice through the intercom. It was apparent to Lee that the four of these huge brutes; Ben the lion, Cal the panther, and the tigers, Jim and Todd, all worshipped her. They would do anything that she asked of them. And Lee had pissed her off. He'd pissed her off bad.

"So, what is this guy's story already?" Ben asked again. Jim answered them in a murmur, so that Lee couldn't hear. Jim's voice raised on the word 'rape' and they all turned and glared at Lee. "Him?" asked Ben, jerking a thumb over his shoulder at Lee, who was beginning to tremble with fear instead of rage. Jim nodded solemnly and they all looked at Lee again.

Then they were finished conferencing and they approached Lee cautiously. Ben spoke softly to Lee. "Jim says you're kinda shy and that you really haven't been cooperating with him, but I'm still going to give you the choice. Will you please take off your shorts, or do we have to do it for you?"

Lee's eyes wandered to each of the furs before him, his jaw dropping incredulously. He could tell by their faces that they were dead serious. He flattened his small weasel ears against his head and his fur stood on end. He could see that there would be no negotiating. Averting his gaze, he turned away from them and removed his shorts. He sighed and turned back to them, covering his sheath and balls as best he could with his paws. Jim was eyeing him greedily, causing much alarm to the weasel. "Hey, you don't have to stare, Man." Lee had meant to sound angry, but his voice trembled and Jim looked away a bit, unable to hold in his smile. "He's a cute little rapist" Jim said solemnly. "I didn't rape anyone" Lee mumbled. His face was hot and his ears were red from humiliation. He wanted to cry more than he ever had in his life.

The two tigers stepped forward as if on cue. Todd grabbed on of Lee's hands in his own large paw. Jim put out a paw and waited for Lee to give his paw willingly. Lee shuddered and put out his paw reluctantly, leaving him standing naked and prone in front of the four strangers. He was led around the corner to a massive room with a drain in the floor. The wall farthest from the drain was a mirror, so that the fur being bathed could see themselves. Lee shuddered again; this was going from bad to worse at breakneck speed.

There were PVC pipes with chains attached to the ends of them, sticking out of the wall opposite the mirror. Todd and Jim walked Lee over to these and placed his wrists in the shackles. He didn't struggle, for fear of pissing the four huge furs off. The chains were just long enough so that Lee could bring his arms towards eachother, but not far enough to cover himself. He was blushing visibly as he fought the hot tears that were welling up in his eyes. He didn't let the tears fall, but stood biting his lower lip and looking to the side at the wall, unblinking.

The weasel was well endowed, especially for his size, and Jim couldn't help but stare at the lean but muscled physique of the little guy. This was going to be an interesting night.

Cal left the room to turn on the water as Ben grabbed a large hose and waited for the ok to go. Jim and Todd opened a small white cabinet and began to grab scrubbing brushes, sponges, soap, and bottles of shampoo and conditioner. Lee was silent. He couldn't believe that any of this was happening.

Cal roared an ok from the next room and Ben smiled, thumbing the control on the hose. The lion smiled, bearing his huge teeth, as Lee sputtered and screamed at the freezing water that pounded him. Ben didn't feel bad for the weasel. After all, he was getting less punishment than a rapist deserved.

Lee screamed and struggled as the water blasted him mercilessly, causing pain wherever the strong fire hose-type jet slammed into him. He screamed and he gargled, whenever the jet of water hit him on or near his face. The tears were flowing now, but went unseen in the stream of water that washed them away as fast as they came.

"Ahhh, fuck! You motherfucker! Your killing me, you son of a b-" The words were drowned out as the stream hit his face once again, leaving him coughing. Ben redirected the hose towards Lee's sheath and he screamed again, even louder. The sensation was a painful sensitivity that caused the weasels knees to buckle, leaving him hanging by the chains with an agonized look on his face.

Ben thumbed the hose again and the water stopped. Lee struggled to get his footing, as the lion and tigers approached him and began to dump shampoo on his head and soap on his fur. He tried to bite and scratch, but his range of motion was limited and he couldn't connect with the furs as they washed the outraged weasel's grimy body.

Lee cursed and kicked when Jim tried to clean his sheath. Ben and Todd held his legs as Jim washed the screaming, cursing, and sobbing weasel. He twisted in their grip, but couldn't deter the tiger as he grabbed his sheath and washed him meticulously.

Lee hollered again, when Jim grabbed his scrotum and tugged his hiding balls down to lather the short and silky wet fur. He was too shocked to scream when the tiger lifted his tail and began to clean his tailhole and the surrounding area. Then their paws were all over him, cleaning and massaging almost pleasurably despite his yelling and hissing.

Mistress Lydia had bathed. She sat on her bed in a towel, brushing her fur and smiling as she listened to the screaming weasel. She smiled more when she heard Ben turn the water on again, to rinse Lee so that they could rewash him.

Lydia wore a broad grin as she brushed herself and thought of what she was going to do to the weasel. Nobody humiliated her and got away with it...

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