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[Standard disclaimers, etc. Adult material within, don't read if you're underage, everything here is mine except for Emerson who's his own character, yadda yadda yadda.]

Kerra took a deep breath, then signed the form. The officious bureaucrat on the other side of the desk glanced at it, reached up, and clipped a leash to her collar. "See you in twelve weeks," said the naked vixen with no small amount of trepidation as a bull in a tan shirt and shorts came forward to take the leash and draw her through the ominous double doors. Emerson grinned and waved back. "You'll do great, honey! Have fun!"

The bureaucrat, a somewhat overweight beaver, slid several more forms across the desk to Emerson. "Sign here and here, initial here, credit card information here," he said in a bored tone. Still grinning, the fox did as he was told, signing "Emerson J. Fox" twice, adding a neat 'EJF', and setting down his credit information to pay for his slave/mate's 'vacation' at Slave Camp. She was the one who came up with it in the first place, thinking she could learn new skills and improve in other ways for him; as the departure date grew closer, she had steadily grown more and more nervous about the prospect. Not that Emerson was entirely pleased, either, as he'd be separated from her for that long - but he didn't let her back out, reasoning that she'd have fun and it'd be good for her to see how a *real* slave is trained, not a voluntary playmate!

Emerson was still looking at the double doors when he felt hands at his neck, fitting a metal collar into place! "What the hell?" he yelped as firm hands grabbed him and started hustling him off the same way! The bureaucrat held up the forms. "Congratulations, Mister Fox. You've signed up to join your mate in our program." The beaver sneered, holding the release forms Emerson had just signed waiving various rights and agreeing to various wrongs, as the crimson-furred tod was bodily hauled through the double doors! The beaver turned back to his paperwork with a smirk, noting that he'd 'convinced' an additional 'student' to join the camp at the last minute, for a hefty fee...

Emerson wasn't inclined to cooperate. Not at first. He fought all the way through the doors, wrestling in three strong grips to try to break free, and thought he might just manage it... until he heard a very familiar voice yelping from just ahead. Startled, he lifted his head and looked.

The bull hadn't waited to see if Emerson would sign the forms; he had put Kerra immediately into a set of manacles overhead and fitted a spreader bar between her ankles, leaving her standing wide-legged in the middle of the room, walled with ominous white ceramic tiles. He held a leather strap in one hand and Kerra's tail in the other, holding it high; he brushed the strap against her rear and smirked at Emerson.

"That was her ass. Now behave, or she gets the next one right up between the legs. And then another, and another, until you settle down."

Emerson glared furiously - but stopped fighting. The bull laughed and let go of Kerra's tail, reaching down to fondle her swatted rear; her ear-rims reddened at being groped so openly right in front of her mate! "We like mated pairs," commented the bull. "It makes control so much easier, and more fun." Emerson had to grit his teeth as the three on him, a stallion, a lion, and another bull hauled him upright, put his wrists into another set of manacles like Kerra's, and literally tore the clothes off of him.

CRACK! The bull abruptly swung the leather strap down, letting it snap up and catch the vixen on the crotch! She let out a scream and began jerking, writhing at the sudden pain in her loins, but the cuffs held her upright, letting her only gyrate her hips and toss her head. The bull grinned at Emerson. "That was because you were naughty on the way in. You two are going to learn real fast that you share punishments." Emerson, for his part, lunged and snarled viciously at the sound of Kerra's scream, but his own cuffs held him in place. The bull grinned and left Kerra to wail and writhe from the stinging in her sex, slapping the leather strap on his palm. "And I did say 'share.'"

CRACK! The foot-long length of leather swung upward this time, catching the tod's sheath and scrotum together! But the bull let out an amused snort and gestured with his head at Emerson's aching groin. "I think he enjoyed that," he rumbled, and the other trainers leaned over to look. Emerson was squirming and whining too hard to really pay full attention, but the lion made a comment that brought the fox to a whimper. "Looks like he enjoyed it!" Indeed, an inch of his length had climed out of his sheath...

The first day was a blur; literally. Soon after that first lesson and learning that the trainers meant business, the two foxes were brought, still chained and walking wide-legged, into the camp proper and put into a line leading through the infirmary. A track overhead slowly moved along; their manacles were linked to the track, forcing them to walk underneath with the other new slaves. Inside, a waiting nurse gave each slave an injection in the buttock.

The injection was the second part of a bipartite chemical; the first part was piped on an ongoing basis into the camp's air. Both long-term and short-term versions of the injected chemical were available; slaves got the long-term one to last the full twelve weeks, while trainers could take a short-term one for a day's dose. Combined with the chemicals in the air, the recipient would be left in an enduring state of arousal, able to function sexually with hardly a moment to recover from even the roughest ride, and experience heightened activity in the pleasure centers of the brain! The downside to the long-duration dose was that every slave in the camp spent the rest of the day in a deep mental haze as their bodies adjusted to the chemicals in their bloodstreams.

Emerson slowly drifted back to wakefulness, feeling blissful. He could feel Kerra in his arms and his erection pressed against her belly. He murred, sliding his hand down her side to rub her rear; his hips slowly moved, rubbing himself against her. Sure, he might blow his load, but he'd just have her lick it up. It's good to have a slave-vixen sometimes, like for dealing with morning wood... even if she was more into the slave thing than him most of the time.

Kerra woke soon after, feeling him grinding to her belly; she yawned and nuzzled his shoulder, cuddling up close to give him plenty of her furry stomach to stroke against. She'd woken up with him moving, but Emerson was surprised by how quickly he came, spurting hot fox-cream across her belly and back to his own from her. His knot bulged out against her belly, and he opened his eyes with a yawn to kiss her good morning.

Opening his eyes reminded him where he was. He and Kerra were in what amounted to a kennel; if they'd wanted to pull apart, they didn't have room to. The walls were solid plastic, and metal bars covered one long side, behind Kerra's back. The room was mostly, but not entirely, dark, so all he could see was other walls beyond with similar bars on them.

The lights came on - and with them, a sharp sting of electricity! A unanimous yelp came from all the cages as the slaves were simultaneously given a jolt to wake them up. A trainer, a female rabbit with a bodybuilder's look, came by, opening cages one by one and hauling slaves out, lifting their manacles to the track overhead - it seemed to be a feature of the camp, an easy way to send slaves from one place to another without worrying about dawdling or getting lost.

The rabbit doe laughed when she hauled Emerson and Kerra out, revealing the matching splotch of spunk on their bellies: "Oh, you two are going to be fun!" They were lined up with Emerson right behind Kerra as the track began moving, making them shuffle along. He passed the time by watching her tail twitch nervously and her rump flex as she walked.

They passed through featureless white-walled corridors; the bright lights made nearly all the slaves blink furiously after the dimness, but even with clear sight, the reflectivity was high enough to make looking at the walls painful. Most of the trip was made with eyes pressed shut against it - just as they were supposed to, to keep them from learning layout. When the brightness beyond their eyelids dimmed, Kerra and Emerson opened their eyes.

They found themselves walking into what looked like a classroom without desks or chairs. Or almost; a single large, heavy wooden desk was at the front, with a grinning dalmatian standing next to it, tapping a riding crop on his hip. The overhead track routed groups of slaves into rows; Emerson found himself at the extreme right of the front row, with Kerra next to him. Once the room was filled with an even two dozen slaves, the dalmatian spoke.

His voice was high and peppy; his clothes pressed and neat, with a scarf around his neck and his shorts clearly a size too small. A turquoise stud gleamed in his left ear, and his tail was wagging up a storm. "Okay, everybody! Welcome to your first day of classes here at Slave Camp!" he declared brightly. "In a moment, the overhead track will release your cuffs. When it does, you are to kneel down where you're standing and pay attention to me. Anybody who talks or misbehaves gets made an example!"

A foolish mousegirl on the left side of the front row made the obvious mistake: "What kind of example?" The dalmatian giggled and strolled down to her. Reaching up, he disengaged her cuffs manually, then grabbed her by the ear and hauled her to the front of the room! Cursing and yelping at the yank on her sensitive ears, the mousegirl followed.

Next to the whiteboard dominating the front of the room was a row of hooks, just right for putting slave-cuffs on. The trainer set the mouse's manacles on the hook closest to the room's corner, then reached down to force her ankles into further cuffs on the wall, leaving her standing with legs wide and arms together above her head. He shoved a ball-gag in her mouth and strapped it on, muffling her to no more than quiet grunts.

The mousegirl jerked and blushed hard as the dalmatian grinned at the class; without looking, he reached back and forced two fingers up between her legs. "Lily here is going to show you all what you don't want to have happen. Anybody who makes a sound can join her." Working two fingers inside her, the dalmatian reached into a pocket of his shirt - his shorts quite clearly held nothing but dalmatian inside. Extracting a small tube, he withdrew his fingers from Lily and squeezed some sort of gel onto his digits.

The canine turned back to his helpless victim and stroked her crotch with those two fingers, then reached around her waist to almost playfully goose her, and finally returned to the other side to slide his fingers back up inside her. "This is a special gel we use here for punishment purposes," he explained as he worked index and middle fingers inside Lily. "It has a slow exothermic reaction with moisture. Let's see... Kerra! Tell everyone what that means. You can talk for it." The vixen swallowed a bit, but she did have a good education. "It means it's going to heat up from the moisture of her body or the air."

The dalmatian giggled and wiped his fingers on Lily's face; she jerked her head angrily... then began slowly squirming. The canine came over and patted Kerra on the head. "Good girl! Good little spoogebelly! That's exactly right! It won't actually burn, but, well, we've only had one slave ever last more than five minutes without sobbing. And she was a special case, a thermophiliac. Let's all watch Lily come to grips with her situation. Oh, and Kerra, cutie? I like the look. No wash-up for you for two days, you skip two after each one you do get, and from now on the first thing you do after drying off is to get at least two males to give you a new cummy tummy." Her face fell, and her ears reddened, but she didn't speak back.

All the eys in the class that weren't on the dalmatian and Kerra turned to Lily, who had heard everything, and resolved to grit it out! But she hadn't reckoned on the other chemicals coursing through her body, helping make her more pliable...

In two minutes, she was squirming from the burning on her face, inside her tunnel, along her privates, and across and up her rosebud.

In three minutes, she was whimpering and jerking hard.

In four minutes, she was sobbing openly, grunts coming around the ball gag and tears streaming down her cheeks, trying to beg for mercy!

In five minutes, the dalmatian stepped over and shook his head sadly. "Now, Lily, I know it hurts, and I know you're going to be a good girl from now on. But you have to have the whole lesson, and that's why I gave you a full half-hour dose. It's going to be sore all day for a reminder, too. So when it ends and I take you down, I want to hear you say, "I'm sorry, Master Spots, please give me something to remind me always." If you do that, then I won't give you another half-hour." The mousegirl frantically nodded, tears pouring down her cheeks.

"And that's that!" the dalmatian beamed to everyone else, suddenly all sweetness and light again. The cuffs released, and all the slaves quickly knelt down without a sound, looking up at the board, and Master Spots beamed in pleasure at their quick learning. He went to his desk and pulled a bin out from under it, then began walking down the room, passing out the contents, which turned out to be leather-strapped ring gags. "I want each of you to close your eyes put this on yourself - no helping each other or asking how it works! If you haven't got it in place and *tight* by the time I say stop, you get a light punishment for being slow."

Kerra had hers on in a flash; Emerson, having put one on Kerra so many times, was hardly any slower, even with his eyes shut and doing it to himself rather than her. Only a minute or two later, the dalmatian called, "Time! Well done, class, only one of you missed!" Emerson started to look to see, then quickly stopped and kept his face forward - which turned out to be the right move, as Master Spots giggled again and called out, "Naughty naughty! If I want you to know, I'll tell you! All right, everyone lean forward and lift your tails for punishments!"

Kerra bent forward; Emerson hesitated a moment, then did the same. Why was everyone being made to bend over? *He* hadn't messed up! The dalmatian hummed merrily as he walked the room again; Emerson felt a firm pat on the rear, but nothing more. From some of the squeaks and yelps around the room, at least five furs had won some sort of punishment - and one yowl that was definitely the cat who'd not figured out how to get his gag on!

The dalmatian came back to the front of the room and tittered again. "Anal plugs aren't to everyone's taste, are they? And Jed, I think you can agree now that they're even worse without lube. So you'll work your very hardest from now on! Now, starting from the left, count off one and two. Each person with a one, turn to your right; each person with a two, turn to your left. People with a one, you shift onto your belly with your face between your partner's knees."

The room quickly counted off (garbled by the gags), and sorted out, leaving Kerra staring down at a cobra-girl in front of her with a long, forked tongue flickering out through the ring, and Emerson... looking at the wall! Master Spots beamed. "Since Lily threw off our numbers, Emmy, you get to come up front and help as an example! Get up here." The tod reluctantly got to his feet and looked around... and caught sight of the crying mousegirl writhing on the wall, envisioned his beloved Kerra put in the same place as punishment for something *he* did, and obeyed.

The canine giggled, having caught Emerson looking around. "Yes, Emmy, you're right! You remembered - when you're bad, Kerra cries! So be a good little foxie and get up on my desk on your belly." Emerson scowled as best he could around the gag, but got onto the desk, feeling the smooth wood under his belly and against his groin. The dalmatian opened his shorts, revealing a stiff black-spotted pink shaft already standing eagerly from his sheath. "Your first lesson is getting used to oral, both giving and receiving. Everyone with a cock or a cunt in front of your face, stretch out your tongues and start licking! No penetration, no sucking, tongue-work only!"

Emerson's face flushed, ear-rims going red... but for Kerra's sake, he stuck out his tongue and ran it up the dalmatian's shaft. Master Spots cooed in pleasure and petted Emerson's head. "That's a good boy, that's a good little foxie! Lick it all up now!" The blood pounded in Emerson's ears from the embarassment, but he kept licking - his pulse seemed to be speeding up, he licked faster and faster, feeling obscurely like he needed to keep up! The dalmatian cooed happily, hips rocking. "Everybody keep licking now," he panted, pre dripping down for his fuck-fox to slurp at, "I want everyone in this room to have got off and gotten someone else off before Lily's punishment is up! Remember, tongues only!"

Master Spots promptly violated his own rule, drawing back his hips and ramming his tip through the ring in Emerson's mouth. He moaned happily at the feel of fox-tongue rubbing along the underside of his length and pushed further, just long enough to reach the back of Emerson's throat with a thrust. Emerson grunted in surprise and tried to draw back, but the dalmatian grabbed his collar and held him in place! "Bad foxie," he panted, "Keep going!"

Emerson unwillingly swallowed on the canine's tip as it rubbed his throat, and kept licking lest Kerra pay. He realized that his movements against the smooth top of the desk had worked his own length to an eager quiver - and, come to think of it, he hadn't ever gone down after creaming Kerra's fur!

That train of thought was promptly derailed when Master Spots fired a thick, musky shot down Emerson's throat. He swallowed immediately - not by choice, but by reflex. He felt the canine's knot forming, and Master Spots pulled back just enough to feel the metal of the ring gag against the back of his knot. He wasn't quite long enough to make the tod gag or give him trouble breathing... not quite.

The trainer turned out to be first off the mark, so to speak; he did seem an 'exciteable' sort. It wasn't a long wait afterward for a warm groan to ring out, then another, then a series that went on. Still slowly rocking his hips, the dalmatian called out, "All right, now everyone who was a one, move forward one row, first row going to the back, and then everyone who was a two, your turn to lick at the person to your left! Go!" He pets Emerson's head. "Except you, Emmy. You can stay right here. Roll over, boy, roll over!"

Face burning with embarassment, Emerson turned onto his back, exposing his thick member to the air, the dalmatian's shaft feeling like it was twisting in his mouth. The slave trainer seemed to appreciate it, moaning warmly. "Such a mouth on you! I just can't wait to train you for anal! In fact... Emerson! Kerra! You two are staying after class!" And once that was out of the way, the dalmatian bent down and began greedily suckling on fox-cock!

Out of the corner of his eye, past a spotted hip, Emerson could see Kerra on her belly; her ears were red, and only her similarly-hued fur prevented him from seeing if her cheeks were, too. But she was timidly obeying, running her tongue up and down the quivering length in front of her, fellating a black-furred fox who, by appearance, couldn't have passed his eighteenth birthday more than a few months prior. He gave a shiver, and Master Spots seemed to take it as encouragement, but really it was simple lust. He'd ordered Kerra a few times to give other males oral sex, and the sight of her doing it never failed to arouse, no matter who was giving the orders.

As in the morning, Emerson was surprised by how quickly he came; aroused already or not, he thought he could hold out longer than *that!* The thought made him recall the shot, though, and the pieces began to come together. The dalmatian lingered, suckling and licking to make sure he got every drop out that he could, then quickly extracted himself with a grunt from Emerson's muzzle, his knot squeezing somehow past the ring.

"All right, class," he said, a touch breathlessly, "Everyone back to your feet. Everyone but Kerra, Emerson, and Lily, reach up and cuff yourself to the overhead track again." Nearly the entire class was still breathing hard and heavily aroused, but they did as they were told with surprising meekness, and then shuffled out. The dalmatian looked over at Lily; sometime during her half-hour punishment, the mouse had passed out. He tsked and made a quick call on a cell phone to the infirmary, then put it away and looked with a grin at his two foxes.

"Kerra, come up here, give Emmy a kiss, and thank him for being a good boy for you. Then go hook yourself on the wall next to Lily. Emmy, you stay right here, you cute little thing, you!" Kerra swallowed, but took a deep breath and positioned herself on the wall. The dalmatian opened a drawer in the desk and extracted a vibrator, with a control on a garter. He procdeeded to stuff Kerra's exposed, wet sex with the toy and snap the buttonable garter about her thigh, turning on the toy to medium. Kerra let out a moan as the toy felt unusually intense.

And then the dalmatian returned, a grin on his face. "Obey and she gets a nice time. Resist and she gets to find out what a *really* hot ass is like. Now, bend over the desk and lift your tail up nice and high."

With a groan of surrender, Emerson did.