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Bondage and Discipline 2) Trained

The next humiliation was being branded, on my left hip a pawspan below the bone. I didn't know it as Mistress clipped my pawcuffs behind my back and hobbled me. She must have bent down or curtsied, and I'd like to watch her bend herself, but I couldn't see behind me.

She clipped a leash to my collar, and that was humiliating, being treated as a common animal; but she's since done things to me that make a leash seem kind. I saw the whip coiled in its leather holster on her hip, ready to her right hand, and I was still in pain from my introduction to it. I followed her meekly through the halls she let me see now I was tamed.

Mistress Wolverine led me to another room in the dungeon, where a forge was burning. The heat felt good on my cold body, but I shrank back when I saw the Grizzly Bear guards. Neither had hurt me yet, just sat or stepped on me, but I was still scared of their power over me. Mistress was mad I stopped her, but I fell to my knees and begged for mercy.

Mistress was still mad, but she let me cringe and kneel and beg. She spoke to the darker Bear and I caught the words brand and ring. Bear pulled me roughly on my knees to a table, pulled me to my feet, and Mistress held me while Bear picked a handle out of the fire and shoved it into my helpless flesh!

He kept pressing the hot steel deep into my hip, burning the fur and cutting through the weak flesh. It felt like it went on forever, but I'm sure it was only a few seconds. I knew they'd done the branding in a merciful way, not making me wait and get carried away by fear. And the iron was so very hot, it burned fur and flesh so fast, killing some of the surface nerves and cauter- ising the wound.

The stench of my own burned fur choked me, and it was over already, so the FreeFurs let go of me and I fell down. I couldn't reach the wound to scratch and infect it since my paws were chained, and Master Bear took a quick look and tossed a cupful of water on the new brand. It hissed and steamed from the heat!

My new slave brand had been quenched and the double-curve would let everyfur know I was slave property. I'd seen slaves and been served by them before my arrest, and I knew it was the first letter of the word 'Slave' in a language called Ing-Lis, ancient even before the Awakening.

*

I'd barely gotten over the shock of the hot iron when Dark Bear stuck a pair of pliers in my nose! There was a sickening crunch and a sharp pain, so much that my eyes filled with tears. Mistress was 'good cop' as she used an old rag from the table to wipe my eyes, but she was right there to be 'bad cop' and keep me scared if I tried to move my snout.

It was a little odd that my snout was free; I'd been allowed to talk and I could have bitten the guards or Mistress. It was a test. They were well aware of my sharp teeth, and had tamed and enslaved furrs of all species. Even other Tigers, Bears, and Wolverines.

I was humiliated again because Mistress tied my snout shut with the rag while Bear put a black ring in my nose and closed the opening tight with the pliers. My snout had been free all this time, I could have easily fought them with my mouth! It had all happened so fast, and I'd been so scared of the powerful guards, I'd never even thought to fight!

There are lots of little blood vessels in a furr's nose; hit him hard, and the shock and pain makes him cry and blind himself. Mistress lifted the ring and very gently pulled; it hurt the tender flesh of my foxnose so much! It was humiliating yet again to know she or any furr could control me so easily and so completely.

I've since learned that the entire time since I woke up naked in the cage was a long series of tests. I hadn't fought the Tiger who pulled me out but braver furrs had tried and been punished. I didn't struggle against the Bear who sat on me or the one who held my ankles down. It would have been quite futile, but I failed to even try.

I went along with the ankle rod and the waddling walk. I could have fought the Bear who spread my legs, made him get help to hold me. Make them work to restrain me. Even with it on, I could have just bent my knees, rolled as I slid to the floor, and made them work to pull my furry body along or get me to my feet. If I'd been trained in self- defence, I could even have countered the Bear who shoved me, bounced off the wall, and knocked him down; his hands were full with the blindfold. But I couldn't have escaped, and I'd be hurt a lot more.

I had known none of these tricks. I was too terrified by the brutality to think. It was so unlike my life up to then; I'd never thought to learn the moves in spy movies I'd seen, never thought to try them out of desperation. I could've made it hard for them to push me around, dropped to the floor again and again, anything to slow them down.

More and more humiliation poured over me in waves as I realised I hadn't even mounted a passive resistance against the brutal captors. And now it was far too late to protect myself.

*

I'll skip over a lot of the details of my slave training, because I'm writing this for my owner and he likes to hear of my fear and humiliation. Oh, there was plenty more of both of them, but now he wants a story of the fun parts of my slavery. There were plenty of them too.

When I was a free furr, I was only interested in females; usually vixens, my own species. After I learned not to fight the guards or Mistress, she took me to the slave house's kennels.

I had been sentenced to slavery for breaking the law, and taken to Mistress Monica's Palace of Pain and Pleasure. It was their dungeon I'd been caged and whipped and tamed in. Mistress Monica was a female Tiglon, cub of a male Tiger and female Lion, and she was bigger than the Tiger guards. She had such lovely dark red stripes! I fell in love with her immediately, so regal, so sure of herself, so willing to train me, even to help me learn. So unpitying, ready to punish my mistakes, to make me pay society back.

She had a way of slapping me with that long narrow tail, with the tuft of black fur at the end; she used it like a whip, but it was part of her body! She was willing to touch me with herself to teach me. She's chained me to her bed, uncountably many times, and caressed me into a mindless heap of sexually-excited foxflesh with that tail!

She was testing me too, at each stage of my training, to make me hold myself back for her pleasure. The Head of the Slave House, personally testing the slave fox! I felt a very strong urge to obey the trainers and guards, out of fear, and to obey Mistresses Wolverine and Monica, out of love.

As I said, I like females. But I learned there were very few pleasures as a slave, and to take whatever was offered before it was taken away. I learned to enjoy other males.

After I was tamed, the trainers would make me do new things that I resisted because they were disgusting. In the kennels, I had a cage like the one in 'intake' where I was locked at night. Meals were some bland hard food that smelled and tasted disgusting, like it was the waste after cooking free furrs' food. And the water tasted of chemicals. Were they financially strapped, they couldn't afford fresh food or water?

But of course they could afford it, they purposely made slaves eat and drink this, to disgust us and belittle us and make us obey. The chemicals brutalised us male slaves; they imitated our own bodies' testosterone breakdown products. We got tricked into thinking there was more than enough 'man juice' in our bodies, and our balls slowed down. We became less male, less strong, more submissive.

The females were forced to drink something else that made them want sex, need sex, beg for sex. I heard them moaning in their cages and smelled their heat. I was no longer male enough to lust after them, and it scared me into deeper and deeper submission.

*

Part of the submission was pleasuring the guards. There were a few women, but most of them were men; the men demanded we lick and suck them. It was very demeaning and humiliating for the male slaves to kneel in chains, let them force a ring into our mouths to hold it painfully wide open, and let them buckle it around our heads. Leather straps went up our snouts between our eyes to disappear behind us and join the two from each side of our jaws. And straps were pulled tight around our snouts to hold them down, tight around the ring. There was only one thing that we could do, and that was lick the guards' balls!

We'd lost our maleness, and they were so strong! The scent was overpowering; the drugs made us lick gently over the tight flesh of our captors. We quickly got used to the intense ... *maleness* of the scent and taste of their sweat. I won the test with my long fox tongue: Best New Licker in Kennel!

I was far too close to their bodies to focus my eyes. I closed them and helplessly gave myself to the surge of submissive pleasure! Then I was told to lick up the sheath, tongue the slit, slide that fox tongue down deep inside the guard's sheath. It was met by his Tiger cock, the barbs at the end poking my tongue painfully, and it went in the ring holding my mouth open!

That huge organ chased my tongue back into my mouth and kept pushing! He grabbed my neck and held me easily, I couldn't pull back; but he just stood there, he wasn't even thrusting. Then he moved and held onto my ears like they were just handles to fuck my mouth with.

I had no choice but to lick! And suck the big thing in my mouth. It was my first homosexual experience, and I was deeply shocked I wasn't fighting back. It was there, poking my tongue, making my mouth water and stuffing itself toward the back of my throat.

But even big cats have short snouts, and their cocks are sized to females' throats. A Tigress might have had trouble taking that big thing deep, but foxes are dogs and have longer snouts. It wasn't the length that scared me, although the Tiger was big. It was the girth, that pushed my mouth open more than the ring, crushing it against the leather muzzle.

The ring in my mouth holding my sharp teeth apart was just a cock ring to him! It held the blood in him, kept him hard as he hammered the thing deeper, painfully deeper, never making me gag but hurting me easily, literally pounding it into my terrified mind that he had this much power over me! Pounding over and over, making me dizzy with his maleness and power, until at last he came and pumped hot seed down my throat.

At last I tried to fight because of the sudden pressure, but the Tiger just laughed and pulled on my ears painfully. They were just reins for him to control me! I could breathe through my nose, but for some reason it wasn't enough; I was feeling dizzy and weak, and I swallowed him helplessly for several seconds until he calmed down and went limp.

Then he roughly shoved my ears, removed his Tigerhood, and knocked me down sideways to the floor. He kept hold of the collar chain, yanked me back up, and demanded I lick his cock dry. He still wasn't done forcing me to know his mastery over my body, and gave me something to drink. I was too shocked and terrified to know why, and I was actually grateful to wash the taste out of my mouth, so I drank quickly so his cock didn't hide in the sheath before I could lick him dry. I'd have had to follow it in, and lick inside his sheath.

Then he made me drink again, to get that taste down my throat. It was more submission drug, that damaged my balls, but I was too weak to resist. This clearing my throat was the closest I'd get to mercy from any of the guards.

*

I was trained for sex. I know, sex is natural and everyfur does it, but slaves do it to please freefurs, not themselves. We started with mixed male and female slaves, so when we made mistakes it was only property damaged, not anything valuable.

Free males use sex as a weapon, to force their will on females and insult other males, with "you're not man enough to please her!" Free females give them mixed messages, dressing sexy and slinky and using social tricks to attract males, then saying, "no, stay away!" Maybe that's why slavery was kept, even after the Awakening when we furrs had to fight for our freedom. Back then we were all slaves to something called Humans that don't exist anymore. Lots of knowledge was lost in the battles.

Slave males are taught to see how a female holds herself, moves, and expresses her feelings. We all learn to see how she holds her ears, snout and tail; and of course we can all scent each other's emotions and mental and physical activity. But now there was formal classes in body language, so we'd know what a Master or Mistress wants even before we're commanded. Obey words of course, that becomes instinctive to avoid the whip. But we're more valuable and get higher prices at auction when we hold ourselves ready and wanting to please.

Part of pleasing freefurs is sex. With them just to relieve tension, and with each other as displays. Sex in public is expected, and nofur gets offended seeing a Master or Mistress using a slave, of either gender, in the public square. The guards taught me how to please a Master with my tongue; Mistress Wolverine taught me after class to please her.

I started with an ermine, her white fur contrasting with my brown-with-a-little-red russet. She was hot and wet and ready from the slut drugs, but I wasn't male enough anymore to just take her. We started slowly, touching paws. Then we hugged and petted each other. Then we got going, caressing, licking, kissing, fondling each other. My sheath wasn't even stiff yet. I told you the drugs were strong.

As we got used to each others' bodies, our instructor told us how slaves act. Slowly we got hotter and hotter, pressing close to one another. In theory we were all paired, actually it was a big furpile of two dozen mixed species and gender.

Soon the females slid down the males to lick our balls and sheaths. Strong drugs or no, even eunuchs can have sex; I had a little maleness left and my penis leapt to view. The ermine saw and scented, and pounced on twenty centimeters of pleasure. As she was ordered, she licked up my balls, up my sheath, slipping her tongue around the base where my knot was already growing and around between my groin and the sheath.

Male slaves were groaning helplessly while females were moan- ing with need for cock. I want to point out here that male and female slaves had been ring-gagged to lick and suck the guards' maleness, and I have no idea how they keep it up with so many of us, several times a day. Now the males were treated, and it *was* quite a treat, to having their own bodies licked and sucked.

Master stopped me here. He demanded to know of my pleasure as a slave, and I talked a lot about other slaves instead. He was interested in the guard training me to lick and suck, and intends to try the same methods. I was trained to read his body language, and he seems to think I'll fight him so he can hurt me to force my submission. He won't need the drugs anymore; I'm far too weak now and it'll be just acting to resist him.