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Unnamed Mousie - Part 2: On the Job Training - Chapter 10: Onward Ho

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The time from when I awoke until we were released was really unpleasant, my bladder was so full I feared it would explode any moment. Once we had cleared away our sleeping stalls and changed the wagon to the day configuration we were finally taken outside and allowed to relieve ourselves. It was unusually early, most of the time we didn't leave the wagon until the break at noon, but our master had to know we would never have made it until noon, not after how much we had been forced to drink during the celebration yesterday evening. My stomach was still queasy but quickly heading towards empty. While we did our warming up and stretching exercises the rest of us (only seven of the twelve had spent the night in the wagon) were brought in by the guards and joined in. Soon the stretching turned into our position training and that became mixed up with the language lessons. At some point the wagons began to move. As usual three guards made sure we were properly attentive. At one point, we were just in the 'present' position, one of the guards opened his breeches, dropped down and began to fuck one of the females in the first row. Without saying a word or anything. We all stared at him, but the assistant and the other two guards took no notice. Or, rather they turned their attention to us with a vigor, reminding us painfully to keep motionless. I was horny as hell, keeping my concentration on the exercises was almost impossible, with the quiet noises of mating and the view, if not of the mating itself, but of the guard's head and its rhythmic motions. Soon after they started mating we, that is the rest of us, assumed another position that let us watch everything. I earned a couple of painful licks because I turned my head towards the show a little too often or responded to a command too slowly but few of the others did much better. The two came with a grunt and a squeal. The guard pulled out quickly, squirting some of his cum over the female's belly and chest. Then he just stood up, closed his breeches and resumed his duties as if nothing had happened. The first few times one of them used us like this I was surprised, but it quickly became more or less commonplace. At some point one of the guards, an assistant or one of the servants would stop what he was doing, use one of us and then continue his work as if nothing had happened. Hardly any words would be spoken, apart from a quiet command to assume a certain position or the, usually whispered, command not to climax. I really hated that last one. When they used my mouth, most of the times I wasn't even expected to participate by licking, I just had to open my mouth and sometimes stick out my tongue and hold still and wait while he pumped in and out until he came. Then I had to swallow the cum, of course and sometimes even clean him. They would use us in any way they pleased, during the exercises or the 'rest' periods. I had no idea if there was any plan behind it, who and when, or if it was purely random. Most likely there was some kind of plan, all of us would be chosen at some point. I could not really tell if everyone of us was chosen equally often or if some were used more frequently, not least because it often happened when I was blindfolded. Most of the training was handled by the assistants, but every now and then our master took over a lesson. We quickly grew to fear and hate him, he was a lot stricter than the assistants, punishing tiny mistakes that they would have overlooked or simply let us know about with a light lick that barely stung. The punishments he meted out were also a lot harsher and while he was around the guards took their cues from him. The assistants soon used our fear of the Master as a tool, the mere hint that any problem might require the Master's attention was enough to ensure our fullest cooperation. Something about the whole thing struck me as awfully familiar, though it took me a while to make the connection. Our officers had done the same in the army, in the basic training the chief petty officer had been a lot more strict than the other petty officers. Once I had noticed the similarity it did not take me long to conclude that this was a deliberate ploy.

The assistant finally explained a little about the collar marks. "You will have noticed the marks some of you have on their collars. I suppose you will want to know what they are about, yes?" We all nodded. "The marks indicate that you have failed to please your master or even worse, displeased or angered him. The color and size of the mark indicate how badly you have failed him. The darker the mark, the worse. You get a green mark for minor issues. Orange, Red, Purple and Black indicate progressively worse infractions. If you have two black marks and earn another..." He grinned and drew a finger across his throat and a shiver of fear ran down my spine. "Your master will probably try to wring some final enjoyment from your body." His grin grew decidedly evil and I shivered once more. No, I definitely had no idea to find out more about the last part. "The size of the marks also increases with the severity of the infraction. While you are marked we will keep reminding you that you are marked. When you are marked we will also deny you some or all of the perks that a good slave gets to enjoy. While marked, any lesser punishments you earn will be harsher than usual." So far he had not told me all that much I had not already guessed. "I assume you all want to know how you can clear a mark?" We all nodded. "First you need to show that you have learned your lesson and want to better yourself. Do not repeat the mistakes that earned you the mark. You must display eagerness to serve, for example volunteer for extra duties, never shy from difficult duties, do your best to please your master, that kind of thing. Good behavior alone will clear a mark, eventually. Sometimes your master will give you specific prohibitions or duties related to the reason you were marked. You have to obey those perfectly, of course." "With good behavior alone it will take a long time to clear a mark, particularly a severe one. Sometimes you will get a chance to volunteer for particularly onerous or unpleasant duties. You may also ask for extra punishment by bringing your mark to my attention or the attention of one of the guards. Of course, you don't want to disobey an existing command when you do that. If I tell you not to move, you don't move." "There is no simple formula how to clear a mark, like, for example, three days of perfect behavior clear a green mark. The mark will be removed or changed to a lesser one when your master is satisfied that you have learned your lesson and have become more obedient and eager to serve and that you are not just pretending until you can get rid of the mark." This was a little new information, but hardly surprising. They would mark you when they felt like it (I'm sure that the assistant had not just forgotten to give us any criteria on what would earn a mark) and also remove them when it suited them. And use the marks to humiliate us and get us to cooperate.

This concluded our lessons, at least for the moment. We were finally fed, once more I managed to beg enough to get an almost full bowl of the watery gruel. Then we had a 'rest' period. Once more we had to assemble the spreader bar, only this time four leather straps were connected to it, two at each end. We had to strap the two inner ones around the ankles, put on the hood and strap the third one to one wrist. A guard tied up the last wrist. This left me in a kneeling position with my rump high in the air and my chest and face on the floor. Such a simple device and once again it left me completely helpless. If I wanted to, I could probably move around a little but there was little point in it. One of the guards (I think it was a guard, not one of the servants or assistants) once more demonstrated that he had the power to use me as he liked. And the even worse power not to use me. He fingered my rear for a bit, especially the tailhole and my wet lips. I felt the head of his cock poke at my slit. I moaned softly when he entered me. He was already pretty hard and big. He pumped in and out of me slowly until I was really hot and panting. And then he just pulled out and left. I waited and waited for him to come back, but he never did. Why had he stopped? Had he not liked my wet mousehole? Was there anything wrong with me? It hurt, not physically, but my frustrated desire felt really bad, not in my body, but in my soul. I think I even cried a little.

The wagon stopped and soon after that we were released. One of the females had an orange mark on her collar that I was pretty sure had not been there before the rest period. I wasn't sure, I had enough problems keeping my mind on the things I had to do not to get punished that I didn't really pay all that much attention to the others. We stowed the gear away. We left the wagon and were allowed to relieve ourselves. Then they had a new 'game' for us. From two large chests they produced a new restraint: It consisted of two spreader bars connected by a third bar, the whole thing looked kind of like an 'H'. One bar was for the wrists, the other, slightly longer one for the ankles. The leather cuffs that locked around the ankles were wide and firm, ensuring we had to hold the calves more or less vertical and our rear raised high. There were two chain links where the bars joined together, so they could be moved easily but the 'chains' consisted of only two links. We were informed that while locked into this device we had to behave like animals. We were allowed to make noise but any attempt to speak would be punished severely. We had to walk around for most of the lunch break, crawling on all four. Moving slowly was not that difficult but trying to move faster was difficult. More than once I misjudged how far the device would allow me to move my limbs, come up short and plow into the ground face first. Once the Hessan soldiers had finished their meal we were allowed to show them how much in heat we were. I rubbed my face and rump against the leg of one of them and eventually he took pity on me and mated with me. We were released from the contraptions and once more arranged in coffles. We were tied up and hooded, much as before. The hobble for our legs was a little shorter than yesterday. And then we were off once more, shuffling along in the dark.

The wagons stopped and we were released. Once we were inside the wagons started out once more. The assistant checked our faces for damage (plowing face first into the ground while trying to walk in those contraptions had inflicted a few cuts and such) and applied a bit of the healing salve to the worst wounds. We had another period of position and language training. By now I could do the positions in my sleep. At least the common ones we had been practicing since the beginning, they added new positions every now and then. I'm not sure if those were actually useful for anything, most were kind of bizarre. But they kept us on our toes, literally and figuratively and that was most likely their main purpose. And then came a new exercise one I (and all my fellow slaves) would quickly come to hate and fear. The assistant began, "And now, my pretties you will learn something that may well save your pelt one day: Pain tolerance. A slave needs to serve her master perfectly without letting anything interfere with her duties. You will learn to bear pain, and to keep going, without being distracted by it. This is not a punishment, it is simply another lesson and exercise. We will start with an easy exercise. Stand! Neck! You will take twenty licks on each ass cheek, ten on each tit and five on your cunt or cock. You will ask for each lick, count and then thank us for it. If you miss your count, start from the beginning again. Those with marks may ask for twice as many licks." The assistant walked to the first fur and gave her permission to start. The three guards split the rest of us, I was in the first group (the assistant 'taught' Aleph one, three and five, the first guard took two, four and six, the next one seven, nine and eleven and the fourth guard the remainder). "Please give me twenty licks on the right butt cheek, Master. One, please." Slap! "Two, please." Slap! The guard hit pretty hard. The licks on the rump were painful. The licks on the breasts were a lot worse. And the five licks on my sensitive lips, delivered from behind, were the worst by far. By the end of the exercise I could barely speak, somehow I made it through without missing a count, but at the end only the fear of worse punishment kept me going. Thanking him afterwards was a huge relief.

After that we got another rest period, once more we were restrained with the spreader bars, just like before lunch. When we were released the male next to me had a green mark, in addition to the orange one that had already adorned his collar before the rest period. This time I was certain the second mark was new. I had no idea what had happened, I had not heard anything but that didn't mean much. The hood muffled noises very efficiently and while the wagon was moving the crunch of gravel and the creaking noises the wooden wagon made would drown out most other noises, or at least make it difficult to tell if any particular noise was unusual. My best guess was that he had received solitary 'training' of some sort and not done well. We took the spreader bar apart again to ready the leather cuffs for our nightly confinement. The wagons stopped for a short while and we were arranged in a coffle once more. We were tied up the same way as before, but the hobble was a little shorter yet. I didn't have much problems marching like this but it was getting close. I had to take smaller steps which was a lot more exhausting.

After a long time the wagons stopped just long enough for us to be untied and led back into the wagon where the hood was removed. From what little I could see of the outside it was late afternoon by now. Another short period of rest was followed by another new lecture and exercise. Well, not entirely new, but new in this form. The assistant called it something like 'Desire control', the name he gave it was in Peshan and he didn't provide a complete translation. In any case, the exercises were supposed to teach us to perform on command, come or not as ordered. The first exercise was one we had done before, we had to 'play' and then at the assistant's command we had a short period in which we were supposed to come. I succeeded at the first exercise. After a short rest to cool down came the next exercise. This exercise was one I came to love and hate at the same time. Once more we had to 'play'. This time the assistant or one of the guards took over at some point. We got punished if we were not 'hot' enough when they took over or if we came while they played with us. I failed at the second part, as did more than half of us. The fingers in me felt so wonderful I just could not help myself and I squealed out my pleasure within a minute or two. That earned me twenty hard licks on each butt cheek and five on the cunt, the last to be delivered at the end of the exercise. They let us cool down a little and then came the last exercise. We were partnered up with another slave, I was partnered with the male with the number seven. We both had to assume the 'present' position so that our knees touched. Then we had to 'play'. At the assistant's command I had to lean forward and get him off, only touching him with my mouth, tongue or lips. Minor contact with the rest of my face was tolerated, but touching him with any other part of my body (apart from the knees, which had to stay in position for this part of the exercise) would have earned punishment. Our goal was not to cum until the sand glass the assistant had produced had run down. To ensure that we would not go easy on each other at least one of us would earn some punishment, the one who came quicker or the one who didn't get the other one off. At the command I threw myself forward at his male parts. Licking the bare skin was an interesting experience, one I would have liked to drag out much longer. But as this was a competition I had to work fast, I gave his balls only a few licks before I turned my attention to the shaft, already quite hard with the tip almost all the way out of its protective sheath. I licked, sucked and even took him into my mouth and hummed. He lasted much longer than I would have expected or liked. A little reluctantly, but the assistant had been insistent on this point, I stopped exciting him as soon as he began to shoot his cum, keeping just enough of the tip in my mouth so I could drink his tasty male juices. It had felt good, the male tasted good, and now I was hornier than before. We got to rest a little, which did little to cool me down, just the thought that the male's tongue would soon tease the insides of my slit was enough to get me off, well, almost. Playing with myself was even harder. And his tongue! It felt wonderful! Unsurprisingly it did not take long at all before I squealed in pleasure. It was a pretty good climax but much shorter than I would have liked. He stopped licking as soon as I started going off, which left me less than completely satisfied. Well, the way I felt these days he would have had to keep licking for an hour before I was really satisfied. He did lap up a lot of my juices, but with minimal contact. My failure to hold out long enough earned me more licks, the ones on my buttock were delivered right away, the ones on my slit deferred.

The next exercise was another round of pain tolerance training. The punishment from the previous exercise was added to the licks we received just as training. Somehow I made it through, but by the end my lower lips felt as if they had been through a meat grinder. In the days to come we would have at least two exercises of desire control, always followed by a round of pain tolerance training. The exact exercises would change and we would change partners after each exercise. I learned a measure of control, but so did the others. I did alright when partnered with other females, winning about half the time, but I only won once against a male. From what I could tell, it was similar for all of us, the males won most matches against females. I could only rarely pay any attention during the exercise itself, but I did have a good idea who had won by the punishments they received afterwards. We had another round of position and language training and then it was time for dinner. It went much as the one before (two days ago, not last night in the village), we got to relieve ourselves and practiced positions to give the soldiers something to look at while they ate. Then we got to 'thank' the Hessans for protecting all of us. This time it became a contest of sorts, we had to suck them off while one of the assistants counted. Slowly at first and then faster and faster. The number he had reached when I got him off was the number of licks I would receive. If the male was very pleased by your performance the punishment would be reduced a little. I licked and sucked with everything I had and kept on sucking when he started to spurt his cum down my throat. I kept him going for quite a while. I did pretty well, I earned fifteen licks, which was reduced to thirteen because the male I had services praised my efforts. The best one, surprisingly a male, got nine licks, the worst thirty five. The licks were delivered to our rump while I lapped at my almost full bowl of watery gruel.

Then it was time for bed. We, at least those not yet marked, were allowed to beg to keep our soft bed, I did so, of course. Tonight I lay on my back, my arms stretched out above my head while my legs were spread wide, my ankles tied to the wall just below my hips. There I lay, horny and beautifully open for anyone to use and yet nobody did. As I lay in the quiet darkness, trying to fall asleep, suddenly a wave of loneliness hit me. Here I was among almost 80 people and yet I had not talked to anybody in days. Well, really talked, the 'slave babble' did not really count. The last few days had been a whirlwind of emotions and new experiences, some horrible, some wonderful, many a mixture of both or more and I could not even talk to anyone about it. I really missed that. Had anyone asked, I would have eagerly agreed to pretty much anything for a little time to chat with a few of my fellow slaves. Compared to all the other pain we had to endure the little inconveniences I had to suffer were almost nothing and yet they kept me from sleeping for a while. My nose itched, as did parts of my fur, especially where the fur was sticky with male juices or my own. And I was a little cold. Most of the time it wasn't really cold in the wagon and I would have been fine if I had been allowed to curl up. Every now and then I forgot about the cold when my blood started boiling with anger or lust as my mind cycled through all the things I had gone through these last few days. Eventually I fell asleep.

The next day began much like the previous one, we got up and changed the wagon to the day configuration. But then came something new. The wagons stopped. The guards rounded up seven of us and led them out of the wagon. The assistant commanded the rest of us to move to a different spot and changed the symbols on our collars to match it. I was now tagged 'Aleph three'. Seven slaves from the other wagon were led to the free spots and their tags changed to match their new place. It was a strange and dehumanizing feeling, not only did I not have a real name, even the tag I had received could and would be changed at my master's whim. Then we did our exercises for most of the morning, much as we had the day before. The main difference was that we now had a lesson in pain tolerance in the morning as well as in the afternoon. With each lesson they increased the pain or introduced complications like having to stay in a difficult position or to walk around normally while they licked us. During the lunch break we were locked in the contraptions and they made us walk around like animals. We had another 'competition' to get the Hessan soldiers off as quickly as we could. This time we had to hump them. The male helped by guiding his half-hard cock into my wet slit but after that I had to do all the work. I did not do quite as well as I had the previous day, but I still did a little better than average at eighteen licks. Unfortunately we were not allowed to come, if we did then the punishment would be doubled, I managed it, but only barely. I groaned in distress when he pulled out, I was so close. We all received our punishments. I had wondered why we had not been told to clean them up, and now I found out why. Right after that round two started. Not right away, we had to beg to be allowed to participate first. I got a different soldier this time, I think all of us did, at least I was lucky that it was one who had been with a female so his sticky cock was at least tasty. At the assistant's command we started licking and sucking while he counted. He counted slower than before, but it took longer to bring them off a second time after such a short pause, so almost all of us earned a higher punishment than before. I gave it everything I had and did quite well to get only twenty licks. It was a little strange, but here I was sucking off a mortal enemy and I liked it. I loved the taste, the male musk, even the female juices. If I had been allowed to come a little more often and not been punished so often I would really have enjoyed myself.

After I had received my punishment I waited to be let out of this contraption. The Hessans mounted their horses. Suddenly our master clapped his paws, hands, as we had learned the humans called them. When he had our attention he waved his wand, not at us, just showing it clearly. Then he climbed into his wagon and it started to move. Moments later the other wagons began to move as well. I stared at the departing wagons and soldiers for a moment. And then I remembered the male who had tried to run the day before yesterday. No! I must stay close to Master! I started hurrying after the wagons. As did all the others. I had no idea how far from our master's wand we could go before the spell on the collar activated but I did not want to find out. The wagons were not moving all that fast. They moved at that speed was manageable but only barely. Locked in the contraption I had to move much differently than I would have normally which required constant concentration and was extremely exhausting. Each mistake I made while trying to hurry along on all four would jerk a limb or two to a sudden stop, jarring my bones and muscles or making me fall over, usually plowing into the ground face first. It didn't take long before my limbs hurt and then my lungs begun to burn as I struggled to breathe. I could perhaps have managed to stand up and maybe moved a little more easily but I honestly didn't even think about it. Besides we had been expressly forbidden to get up while locked into this contraption. I have no idea how long we had to crawl like this, but it must have been a bell or more. Somehow I made it, but not all of us did. Several times I heard a muffled scream of extreme agony from behind me. Each time spurred me on, kept me going, kept my burning muscles moving. I had little attention to spare but at least once I saw two Hessan soldier dragging one of the fallen forward. It got worse the longer we crawled. As my limbs tired I made more missteps and stumbled more and more often, hurting myself and requiring me to hurry to catch up again. The last few miles only the terror I felt at the fate that awaited those who could not keep up kept my limbs moving. When the wagons finally stopped moving I simply fell over, groaning in pain as my overtaxed muscles cramped up. My lungs burned, my face, especially the cheek with the brand, and my breasts hurt like crazy from all the times I had lost my footing. I hardly noticed it but soon I could smell my blood, from where the rocky ground had torn my skin. My left nipple hurt a lot.

They let us rest for a few minutes before they commanded us to get back in the wagon. Despite some prodding from the guards it took a while before my limbs responded enough for me to crawl to the entrance of the wagon. They unlocked the cuffs and I crawled into the wagon and to my assigned spot. At the last moment I remembered that it was a different one from before. Two of the servants washed our wounds and then the assistant checked each of us and applied the healing salve to the worst wounds. A sharp stone had punched a small hole in my left breast, just next to the nipple. The healing salve burned like crazy when it was applied to an open wound. We also got a bowl of water to lap up. Ok, not water, but the same herbal potion we had received the first day. We got a short rest and then the lessons began again. At least they started easy, language lessons and easy positions that did not put too much strain on our hurt skin or tired limbs. The potion restored our strength, or at least I didn't feel tired any more. They did strain our minds and souls, though. I had not used the word 'cunt' much before, but now I did, and my masters were the reason. For one, we had been told to use only that word, or the Peshan version of it, to refer to our female parts. According to the assistant, the Peshan word had much the same connotations as the word 'cunt' in our language. Referring to the female parts, not of a woman of quality, but of a slut, hot and we with lust and male cum, always eager for more. And also to the woman, or female, burdened with such parts. Much as I didn't want to, I had to admit that, as the human proverb goes, if the shoe fit... I had hardly noticed it at the time, but even during the desperate struggle to keep up with the wagons, my cunt had been hot with desire and I my tail had stayed up the whole time, inviting anyone and everyone to mate with me. The assistant had taught us this, not in the first language lesson, but soon afterwards. And from then on we had had to use the word to refer to our female parts or ourselves at least once in every language lesson. For the males he used a word that was just as humiliating. Today someone protested the use. Well, protested would be putting it much too strongly, one of us snorted in a way that might have been interpreted as disagreement. That got the assistant to, well, rant is probably the best word, "You don't like it when I call you a cunt? When I look at this sorry lot I see nothing but cunts, hot and wet with desire. I can hardly breathe from the stink of your cunts. But fine, I will stop calling you a cunt. If you can look me in the eye and honestly claim that you are not a cunt. That your cunt isn't hot and wet and begging for a man to fuck you. Well? Any takers?" The assistant looked around and then his eyes settled on me. They bored into mine, only looking away for a moment, moving to my crotch, before capturing my gaze once more. I was kneeling with my legs spread wide and I didn't have to look down to know what he saw: My lower lips were wide open and puffed, bloodshot and glistening with my juices. The fur on the insides of my thighs was almost as wet. With a tiny smile on his lips, he asked, "Well?" I stared up at him, trying to figure out what to answer. I knew what answer he expected and I knew what answer I wanted to give. My muzzle burned with shame as I realized that the honest answer was the one he expected. And then suddenly I, having reached utter humiliation, I came out at the other end. It was not a decision I made deliberately, it just happened. From one moment to the next what I had become did not bother me anymore. Maybe the animal part in me took over, the state of my body became something that simply was, not something to be concerned with or ashamed of. In a way and in time I came to embrace this side of me. In a way it continued to bother me intellectually, but mostly only when I lay alone and ruminated about my situation. I straightened my back, thrust our my chest and hips a little, only fractions of an inch, but enough for him to see. "I am a cunt, Master. My cunt is hot and wet and hungers for a male cock. Please use me for your pleasure, Master." I had said all that in Peshan, probably not perfect but understandable enough. No, I didn't know the language all that well, but our knowledge of it was rather specialized. I could ask and beg my master to use me in more than a dozen different ways but I had only recently learned how to beg for food or drink and that was more or less the extent of my knowledge. The assistant's smile widened and his eyes move to the next female. One by one we gave the same answer, some out loud, others just with gestures, offering their body, but all of us gave the answer he wanted to hear.

Then we got a rest period. Again our paws were tied and pulled up behind the back. At least this time they were not lifted to high, so I could at least stand normally, not on tiptoes. It wasn't really restful but unlike the previous times this 'rest' wasn't really exhausting either. After we were released we had another lesson in controlling our desire. I was partnered with a female cat. This time the focus was on getting each other to the edge of a climax and then stay there. First she practiced on me, then I returned the favor and then we had a second round. While she licked me I used small paw signals to indicate if she should increase or decrease her efforts. The assistant and the guards went around and checked us to see if we were properly aroused, lightly touching our mipples or our cunt to feel how hard, wet and hot we were. At some point the assistant would take over, trying for a very short time to get us off. When he didn't succeed, or if someone came on her own, both members of the pair were punished. We managed it all four times, though it was very close the first time, for the cat more than me. After that we had another lesson in pain tolerance. They didn't increase the total amount of pain they inflicted on us much compared to before, but the exercises concentrated on getting us to ignore sudden pain while performing some action. After a 'warm-up' exercise that did more than just warm up our skin and meting out the punishments earned during the previous lesson we had to walk around in a circle while the guards stood in the center. They would lick us, at first we got a little warning as a guard raised the whip but as the exercise progressed we got less and less warning and they targeted more and more sensitive spots like breasts. To keep it interesting they also pinched or groped us or directed lewd comments at us to which we usually had to answer. Or they just touched our cunt with a whip. All through the exercise we had to keep walking as if nothing had happened, any flinching or trying to protect ourselves or losing a step was punished with several much harder licks. Every now and then we changed direction so both sides of our bodies got equal 'training'. Sometimes we had to walk with our arms at the sides, sometimes with the wrists crossed behind our back or neck. To be honest the last exercise wasn't all that bad. The regular licks we had to endure were not too bad, most of the time at least. The punishments for making mistakes were much worse and we all earned at least a few, I think I did a little better than most. I didn't like the pain all that much, but the stinging licks could be quite arousing especially when delivered to the breasts or other sensitive spots. I almost came when a light lick caught me full on my cunt. I think the unpredictability and the helplessness I felt aroused me as much the actual physical sensation. My whole body tingled and felt almost unnaturally alive. I was so aroused I could actually feel drops of my juices run down the fur on my thighs and calves.

The pain tolerance exercises lasted almost until it was time to stop for the night. We got a short rest during which the assistant explained what he wanted from us. He asked us to give one of the Hessans as he called it, 'a tour of our body'. A tour, as he explained it, involved letting him use each of our holes once, first the cunt, then the tailhole and finally the mouth, in that order (the males would get to use their mouth twice). Only in this case we would have to do all the work while the male we were to serve would just sit or lie back and enjoy our service. And, of course, we would be timed and earn punishment for taking too long, counting the time from the first touch until he came in our mouth. We were told to use only our mouth to get him hard enough to enter and then the hole in question and we were only allowed to use our fingers to guide the cock into us. We were to keep all other contact to a minimum, especially with the male parts. But we had to let our master touch us as we pleased and to obey any of his commands. We were allowed to have an orgasm, but only one and only after our master had come in the hole we were currently using. Then we were 'allowed' to beg permission to participate. I assumed the begging position. As I licked the assistant's shoes I realized with a start that I was actually looking forward to this. I was eager to test my body and my skills in this competition, eager to feel a strong male and his seed in every hole in my body. Even the thought of cleaning off his soiled cock during the last part of the exercise excited me almost as much as it bothered me. The wagons stopped and after a short wait we were taken outside to relieve ourselves. Then we performed our position show while the others ate. I didn't just assume the positions we were commanded to, I showed off my body as much as I could. As the meal came to an end we got to 'play' so we would be properly ready and eager for the next part. I wasn't quite sure what breed the male who picked me was but he looked like a mixed breed. Possibly fox and wolf. He was smaller than most of the other Hessans but he still towered over me. He led me to an empty spot not far from the camp fire. He took off his clothes and armor. He used his cloak as a blanket, some of the other clothes as a pillow and stacked the rest nearby. He lay on his back and rested his head on the pillow and on his folded arms. At his command I knelt with his legs between mine. His cock was a decent size but a little smaller than those of his fellows I had known. Still not bad and at the size he would be a little easier on my tailhole. He was already at half-mast, he had obviously enjoyed our show and was looking forward to the next part. I could smell his arousal. He was definitely part fox, it was easy enough to tell now that I could smell him from close up. I looked at him, grinned and licked my lips. He grinned back. Then I returned my attention to his cock, blowing hot air in his direction while I waited for the command to start, I could tell that he enjoyed that.

Our master gave the command to start and I leaned forward. I started licking his balls a little before I turned my attention to his shaft. I licked him and took the head into my mouth to suck at it. It was almost a shame I had work so fast, I would have liked to linger to enjoy his male scent and taste. When he was hard I scooted forward until my eager cunt was above him. I held him vertically and lowered my hips, impaling myself on the pole of male meat. The hot meat felt wonderful inside me. He put his paws on my rump, holding and squeezing me gently. It got even better when his thumbs found my tailhole. He didn't poke them into it, but he stretched it a little, which would make the next part a little easier for me and I was very grateful for the help. I rode him, feeling his cock grow some more. I did my best to give him a little show as well, clasping my arms behind my back and neck to thrust out my tits (another word that we had been told to use instead of 'breasts') as much as I could. It would have been a more impressive show had I been better endowed in that area but he seemed to enjoy it all the same. We grinned at each other, enjoying each others company. His cock slid in and out of me and I squeezed it as hard as I could. It was glorious, it felt good, too good. I had planned to use my one opportunity to come when he was in my tailhole, not because I thought it would feel better, but so I would not have to keep my arousal in check so tightly during that part. I still wasn't all that good at containing my arousal and I didn't want to risk getting off a second time and earning a punishment for it. But his cock just felt too good inside me and I didn't pay as much attention as I should have. When his hot juices filled my womb it was just too much and I came, squealing in pleasure. It was a crime to stop so soon, but I, we, had been commanded to let him out as soon as he squirted his cum into me. Except for the last time, when I would suck him off, then I was supposed to milk him as long as I could. My whole body protested, my cunt almost seemed to scream in protest but I managed to lift my hips off him as soon as I came down enough to get some control over my muscles again. As I scooted back a little, our mixed juices dribbling out of my cunt. With my legs spread wide because I was kneeling above his legs my lips remained open wide. I rested for a few moments, trying to get my breathing under control.

I returned my attention to his cock. It was a bit of a struggle to get him hard again quickly while at the same time I tried to lick up as little of the juices that covered his cock as possible so he would slide into me easier, but it was hard to keep my tongue in check, our mixed juices were really tasty. At some point the assistant began counting, very slowly at first. It took a longer than the first time, but I got him hard once more. I lifted my hips and scooted forward, then I grabbed his cock and held it as close to vertical as I could. Once more he helped me a little, he grabbed my rump, adjusted my position so my tailhole was directly above his cock and stretched my hole. I lowered myself until I felt the hard tip poke at my rear, adjusted the position a little and then lowered my rear a little more. I grunted when the hard cock forced its way into me, stretching me painfully. After a moment to catch my breath and let my muscles relax a little I lowered my hips further until he was all of the way inside me. Then I began to lift and lower my hips slowly. It got easier with each thrust as my hole got stretched a little wider and I picked up the pace. Once again I did my best to give the male below me as much of a show as I could. I almost lost it when he came and shot his hot cum up my rear entrance. I managed to keep from coming, but it was close, I was panting and wheezing and the juices that showed my arousal so clearly dribbled down on the male's belly. Once more it was a struggle to control my limbs enough to lift my hips high enough so he would pop out of me. Quite a bit of his cum ran down onto his male parts before my muscles contracted enough to close my tailhole.

I scooted back and rested for a moment to get my breathing under control once more. Riding him two times had been exhausting and the extra energy I had received from the herbal potion was starting to wear out. The muscles in my thighs twitched with exhaustion. I leaned forward so my muzzle could easily reach my master's male parts, resting most of my weight on my arms. There was the by now familiar stink of shit, but it wasn't too bad and there were plenty of more pleasant smells, mostly his male musk and seed, to distract me at least a little. I extended my tongue and licked the sack for a few moments before I turned my attention to the still somewhat hard shaft. The taste wasn't pleasant either, but I found that it did not really bother me all that much. Was it because it was partially offset by the pleasant male taste or because I had gotten used to it? I didn't know, probably a little of both. He put his paws on my head, scratched my ears and neck and petted my muzzle. He was careful not to touch my brand, it still hurt when poked, but not nearly as much as it had at the beginning. As I licked and sucked him the unpleasant taste disappeared quickly and was overwhelmed by his pleasant musk. It took longer to get him hard, even with the humming trick. I varied my methods, I licked with the tip or the whole tongue and I wrapped my tongue around him and slid it up and down. I took the whole shaft into my mouth and then just the head and licked the tip with my tongue. I slid my lips up and down and breathed hot air on him. I could tell that my master enjoyed my efforts, he grinned down at me and kept scratching my ears. I enjoyed it as well, my arousal had barely decreased from when I had almost come as he filled my tailhole. I would have loved to drag it out more, but I had to work quickly, or at least as quickly as possible. It took a while but eventually I could feel and smell that he was approaching his climax. Just before he came, he pushed my head away and squirted his seed all over my head and chest. When the squirting stopped he returned my head to where I could get at his male parts once more. I kept sucking and licking him and got him off two more times before he was finally completely spent. Then I spent a few more minutes cleaning up the rest of his body, especially the fur on his belly. When he was clean I struggled back into a kneeling position. By now the exhaustion was back and my limbs protested against every movement.

My master stood up and pulled me to my feet. He smiled down at me and said, "That was really good, little mousie." Then he kissed me full on the mouth, apparently he didn't mind the taste of his own cum. It was a good kiss, my kneed buckled a little (though that might have been as much from exhaustion as much as from the kiss). "Thank you, Master. I enjoyed serving you." He grinned at me and with a gentle pressure he indicated that I should kneel once more. I sank to my knees, almost grateful, the muscles in my legs trembled with fatigue. Besides kneeling her gave me a rather nice view. He asked, "Do you want something to drink?" "Yes, I am thirsty. Please, Master." I drank his piss, the taste wasn't all that good but it didn't bother me much any more. Besides, almost anything was better than being thirsty. When he was done he put on his clothes. Then he led me to where one of the assistants stood (I crawled after him) and gave his report on my performance, mostly complimenting my skill and enthusiasm. I was pleased that I got only forty eight licks. Well, I was not pleased at first when I heard the number, but when the punishment was meted out I found that only five other slaves had received less than me. The pain woke me up a little, especially the last three licks which I received on my cunt.

Then we were fed. As before we had to lap up the gruel from bowls set on the ground. From what I could tell, all of us got more than we usually did, even those with serious marks on their collars received at least four ladles of the gruel. The gruel was different as well. It was less watery, it tasted differently and there were little crunchy bits in it. The bits were too small to really get a taste but I think they were burnt bits of bacon. Also there was some fat, probably grease, in the gruel. It seemed our master had finally realized that while it was fine to use hunger to motivate us to participate in our enslavement it did not make sense to starve us. All of us had lost weight in the last few days, some of those who had resisted and been marked had lost quite a lot, but even though I had received full or almost full bowls every day I was noticeably thinner than I had been before. And I had been quite thin already. If they didn't start feeding us a bit more we would soon get weak from hunger. I doubt they wanted us to pass out in the middle of an exercise or fall ill. It was at least a little reassuring that they had realized we needed something more than watery gruel after the exertions of the day. When the bowl was empty my stomach was almost pleasantly full for the first time in a while. I doubted that the feeling would last all that long but for now I enjoyed it. After dinner our master offered those who had been marked a chance to atone for their failures. He showed us a proper whip, well, something more like a riding crop, and each of the marked slaves had to decide how many strokes she (or he) would like to receive. All of them had to decide in advance, one of the assistants noted down the numbers, most choose between ten and twenty, a cat female with a green mark chose forty. And then they were whipped, one by one. The rest of us had to watch, our master warned that we would get to feel every stroke which we looked away. It was really eerie. The slave who was whipped had to stand with her wrists crossed behind the neck. She was 'frozen' so she did not move at all during the whipping and she could barely make any noise. Only the irregular breathing and, if you listened very closely, the almost inaudible screams gave testament to the pain they had to endure. After the whipping two guards helped the fur back to her place. The female cat who had opted for forty strokes almost had to be carried. But our master touched his wand to her collar and removed the mark. Two others earned at least a slight reduction of the marking. The food had also made me drowsy. I was really glad when we were finally led into the wagon and to our stalls. I tied the leather straps around my ankles eagerly. I doubt that the male I had been with had squirted his cum all over my muzzle for my benefit, but I was glad he had done it. The pleasant male musk lulled me to sleep. The only way it could have been better would have been if if had been his actual scent and I could have felt his strong arms around me. And of course the warmth of his body, it was rather unpleasantly cold in here. Well, it had been considerably cooler outside than the day before as well, but most of the time I had been too busy to to really notice.