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Unnamed Mousie - Part 2: On the Job Training - Chapter 12: Serving Master

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Had the collar not silenced me (we were always silenced during rest periods and in the night) I would have screamed when I was woken by a sudden lick (one with a whip, unfortunately) to the cunt. It hurt, but the scream was as much from surprise as pain. I was untied and commanded to get up and take off the hood. I obeyed and was a little surprised to find that I was the only one who had been untied, all the others still lay there. I shivered in sudden fear. Being singled out for anything had rarely been good in the army, as a slave it was likely to be a lot worse. I put the hood on the floor and the guard connected the leather bands around my wrists behind my back. He commanded me to follow him and we left the wagon. Walking quickly we overtook the wagon and moved up all the way to the front of the caravan. To our master's private wagon. I shivered again, worse than before. The guard opened the door and motioned me to climb in.

I scrambled in and the guard closed the door behind me. Our master's wagon was smaller than the one we traveled in, but very roomy for a single person, a little less than three paces wide and almost six long. Along the left side, towards the front was a bed. Along the rest of the front side was a table, in front of which our master sat on a sturdy wooden chair facing towards the rear, towards me. Opposite the bed was a big but shallow cupboard with a rack of shelves at the right side.

The back of the room, where I had entered seemed to be a 'play' area, using the word 'play' rather loosely. Next to the bed stood one of the rat femmes, facing the wall. She was tied up and hooded. She stood on tiptoes, her paws were tied up over her head. She did not look as if she was having fun. The reason she stood on tiptoes was easy enough to figure out: A thin metal bar, stuck out of the wall, just below her crotch. The upper edge looked almost like a saw. She had been whipped not too long ago, I could see welts through the fur, especially on her rump where the fur was rather sparse and quite short.

Next to her and on the other side of the wagon were hooks and various toys, enough space to 'play' with at least five furs at a time (or more if they were tied up together). I shivered once more, a part of me wanted to examine the 'toys' and implements of torture, but most of me just prayed that I would not have to get to know them.

But I had no time to waste, I approached our master and knelt at his feet, assuming the proscribed position. My master wore a simple robe. Beneath the table was a beautiful rug. He had positioned his chair so that his feet, he wore simple sandals, rested on the rug while I had to kneel on the bare wood. I looked at the floor between my knees and waited for him to acknowledge my presence. This close I could smell his unpleasant scent, but I could not quite pin down what made his scent so unpleasant. He didn't smell that much different from the other humans, but I could not help the feeling that under his normal scent was a whiff of corruption. Kind of like rancid, rotten meat, but different.

He let me wait a while before he finally asked, "What are you?"

What does he mean with that? Addressing me with 'what' as if I was a thing and not a person. I tried to find an answer and eventually settled on, "I am your slave, Master."

"Yes. You are my slave, my property. You are a thing, not a person. Do you understand?"

I cringed at the tone in his voice as much as the contents of the statement, but there was nothing I could, or at least nothing I dared, to say, apart from, "Yes, Master."

"You will serve me." It was not a threat or anything, just a simple statement of fact. "I will get pleasure from your body, one way or another. If I have to break your body to get my pleasure, I will. Do you understand?"

I shuddered at the tone. I had no doubt that he would do exactly as he had said. "Yes, Master."

"You may beg to serve me. Don't get dirt on my beautiful carpet."

"Thank you, Master. May I serve and please you, Master? Please." I scooted forward a little more, careful not to touch his precious carpet, assumed the begging position and began to lick his feet. Up close the smell was even worse. His feet stunk as if he had not washed them in weeks. And the rancid undertone was still there. If anything he tasted even worse than he smelled. I cringed, but kept licking. There was no doubt in my mind that the smallest failure to please him would be met with harsh punishments.

Not only did his feet taste atrocious, they made my tongue tingle and not in a good way, kind of like the pins and needles you get after lying on an arm all night. After several minutes he commanded, "Stand." I scrambled to my feet, careful not to step on the carpet and stood right in front of him, legs spread wide. "Turn." I turned around, my master untied my wrists and at his command I turned back to face him. "Neck." I crossed my wrists behind my back. I waited while he inspected my body.

He reached up and examined my breasts, he squeezed them quite hard, especially the nipples. Wherever his fingers touched me I felt the strange and unpleasant tingling. Not nearly as strong as it was on my tongue, but then I had licked him for several minutes. My skin wanted to crawl away from his touch. And yet, his touch turned me on like crazy. "You look like a man with a cunt. Ha! Most men have bigger tits than this." The scorn in his voice hurt me deeply. I know that I am not particularly well endowed but I do not look like a male.

His paws moved down to my belly but they stayed there for only for a few moments before they dropped further down to my thighs. Then they homed in on my cunt. I cringed at his touch, it took all my willpower to stay still. He spread my lips with one paw and examined the inside of my cunt with the other. His touch disgusted me so much I felt like puking but at the same time it aroused me so much I was panting and whimpering in mere moments. Soon I had to struggle not to come.

"Phew! You stink like a whorehouse after the festival of Letitia. That's when the poor people get to use all the whores for free. You pelts are always in heat, aren't you? It's a disgusting slimy hole, but what else can you expect from an animal?" That hurt even more. And it scared me. Was he really this disgusted with me or was he just trying to humiliate me? I prayed it was the latter, what would happen if it was really the former did not bear thinking about. He wiped his sticky fingers on my belly.

"Turn." I turned around and he began to examine my rump. I almost came when he started tugging at the stick in my tailhole. He squeezed my ass cheeks and then slapped them a few times. He fingered my tail. "Well, the ass isn't too bad. Stinks like a midden heap, but at least it looks spankable. And the dirty hole seems to be fuckable enough. Probably the best part of this carcass. I don't know about the tail. Kind of spoils the effect. Maybe I should cut it off." I shivered in fear at that last bit.

"Turn. Kneel." I turned around once more and knelt, keeping my body upright. He examined my face, forcing me to look up at him. He turned my head this way and that. He made me open my mouth and examined my teeth. "Ewww! I guess what they say is true, you shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth." He pushed my nose away and I sat back down on my heels and lowered my head.

"That body's not much to look at. I'll need to be lucky to sell your sorry pelt for more than feeding you costs me. Maybe I should just cut my losses? Well?" I shivered in sudden terror. Was he really thinking about just killing me? "Are you at least able to please a man?"

"Yes, Master." Even I could hear the desperation in my voice.

"So you think you're good? Really? Think you can please me? Are you willing to bet your sorry hide on it?"

Suddenly I realized that he had trapped me. Not that there had been any way out of the trap. Well, it wasn't really different from anything else. I could only do my best and pray that it was enough, "Yes, Master."

"Well, well. Then let's see if that tongue of is good for anything. Come here." He stood up, walked over to the bed and sat on it, close to the foot. I crawled there until I knelt in front of him once more. "Do you really want to taste me?"

"Yes, Master. Please, may I taste you? Please, Master." He wiggled his toes and I bent down into the begging position and licked his toes and feet. If anything they tasted worse than before.

After several minutes he finally commanded, "Get on with it."

"Thank you, Master." I got up on my knees and scooted closer. Ugh! His sweaty male parts smelled even worse than his feet, I barely dared to breathe. Steeling myself I stuck out my tongue and began to lick his balls. My tongue was already tingly from licking his toes but it got worse quickly. I almost gagged at the taste. To be honest I would have preferred to eat shit than lick his male parts, but I could not let him know that, of course. I had to pretend to enjoy his taste, if he saw the slightest sign of how I really felt...

As I worked my way up the shaft his cock grew and hardened, but slowly, very slowly. By the time I reached the tip he it had barely begun to emerge from the sheath. I took him into my mouth and sucked. I licked, I massaged him with my lips and tongue. I hummed, I breathed on him, took him all all the way into my muzzle and licked his balls. Nothing! He grew a little harder little by tiny little bit, but nothing more. I did everything I could think of, nothing helped. I even pushed back the sheath with my lips and licked the tip. Nothing!

I began to feel faint from breathing his stench for so long since I could not breathe through the mouth while I sucked him off. My whole mouth prickled from his taste. I worked desperately, trying every trick I knew of, but I could not even get him hard, let alone bring him off. Minute by endless minute ticked by and my eyes filled with tears.

"Stop." The disgust in his voice hit me like a blow and I sat back on my haunches. Tears ran down my cheeks, tears of shame and humiliation. Fear was there as well, but it hardly mattered. As a slave there had not been much I could be proud of, but I had been proud of my skill at pleasing a male. If I had to be a slut, then I would be the best slut I could. And I had been good, every one of the Hessan soldiers I had served had been pleased with me. Some of them had been less than pleased with my looks but at the end they had all been satisfied, they had been extremely pleased with how I could use my assets, poor as they might have been.

And now this! It shamed me to the bone to fail like this. I could not understand why I had failed so spectacularly. It shook me, it devastated me.

My master put a finger under my chin and forced me to look up at him. He asked, "You're not very good at this, are you?" His gentle voice made it even worse.

I prayed for the earth to open and swallow me, I would have gladly died rather than answer him, but nothing of the sort happened and I had to answer, "No, Master, I'm not."

"Then why did you lie to me? Why did you claim to be good?"

"I... I thought I was good, Master. Every time I served one of the Hessan soldiers they were pleased with me. I'm sorry, Master. Please punish me, Master."

"Very well. I will punish you. Then again, your pelt might make a decent rug. Good enough to wipe my shoes on, if nothing else. You did stake your hide on it didn't you?" I shivered in fear, praying that he was not serious about killing me. "Here's just a little taste." He removed the wand he used to control our collars and touched it to my collar. The collar tightened, not enough to make breathing difficult, but it was unpleasant. The collar did not just tighten but it also poked at my throat. It kind of like it felt to have a small pebble in your boot.

"You must be the worst cunt ever. You didn't even get me hard." I cringed at the scorn in his voice. His words hurt me worse than any of the punishments I had received up to now did. "Well, maybe I should give you another chance. You're just a stupid cunt, after all. What do you say?"

"Yes, Master. Please give this stupid cunt another chance. Master." I dropped down into the begging position and licked his disgusting feet once more. This time the horrible taste and smell hardly bothered me. I had to get back into his good graces, not only to save my hide, but to save what little pride I had left.

"If you fail again I will punish you severely. Do you understand?"

I stopped licking only long enough to answer, "Yes, Master. If I fail again I deserve to be punished."

He let me lick his feet for another minute or two before he commanded, "Stop." He stood up and pointed at the floor under the bed. "Get that cloth and spread it over the bed. At the foot of the bed." Under the bed I found a roll of oiled sailcloth. I unrolled it and spread it over the bed. He explained, "I don't want you stench on my bedding." He took off the robe and hung it up on a peg.

Then he lay down on the bed, resting his head on his paws. "You may please me with your slimy cunt."

"Thank you, Master." I climbed on the bed and knelt. I positioned my cunt above his half hard cock. I had to hold him with my fingers to guide him into me. It hurt, wherever his skin touched me, mine began to prickle. On the sensitive skin in my cunt that was actually painful. I gritted my teeth and squeezed him as hard as I could. His touch was disgusting and painful and yet it excited me. I had to make do with squeezing, mostly, until he got harder and bigger as I couldn't lift my hips very far without risking that he might slip out of me.

I felt him grow a little more, but it was slow work. I got aroused much, much quicker than he did, soon I was panting. I kept my eyes lowered as much as I could, but I could not avoid his gaze completely. Turning my head away was not really an option. The look in his eyes hurt, hurt so much, I could almost hear him say 'And when does the good part start?'

I tried everything I could to excite him. Eventually I got him almost hard, but by then the breath wheezed in and out of my mouth as I struggled to keep my arousal in check. There was a cold knot of fear in my stomach, but the tears running down my cheeks were from shame and humiliation at my failure to please my master.

"Enough of this." A part of me had been expecting this, but the disgust in his voice still cut me like a knife. I lifted my hips and scooted back a little. "Clean up that disgusting gunk." I cringed at the hateful words but obeyed instantly. I leaned forward and licked his still not fully erect cock. My juices disgusted me, but that was because his taste was mixed with them.

He pointed at the foot of the bed, "Stand." I obeyed. My master got up and put on his robe. At his command I lapped up a few drops of my juices from the sailcloth, rolled it up and stowed it under the bed.

He touched the wand to my collar and it got tighter still. At least it felt tighter, but at least it still didn't impede my breathing. And the poking got more insistent. "That was disgusting. What do you have to say to this?"

"I am sorry, Master. Please punish me."

"Very well." He pointed at the wall opposite the bed. "Put these on your ankles and connect them to the rings. Face the wall." 'These' were two leather cuffs hanging from a hook. I buckled them around my ankles. Connected to each was a snap hook which I snapped on the rings set into the floor. This forced me to stand with my legs spread about two foot wide.

"Remove the butt plug and put it in your muzzle." I obeyed. My master produced a narrow leather strap like the guards had used before, to lock the butt plug into my mouth. After tasting my master's disgusting skin, the taste of my own shit was almost pleasant.

"Grab the bars as high up as you can." Two bars were set into the wall, about a foot apart. Now I stood spread-eagled. "Release the bars when you feel you have been punished enough." I groaned silently, if I stopped the punishment too early it would only make my master even angrier. After my failure to please him twice in a row, I figured that anytime before I passed out from pain would likely be too early.

Crack! Shit! I shivered in sudden terror, that sounded like a real whip, not one of the 'tongues' the guards used. I had only felt a whip once or twice but never when it was wielded with much force. But any soldier had seen it used, seen a comrade punished with it, sometimes severely. I had seen the damage it could do.

Swish! I had a fraction of a second to tense my muscles and then I screamed into the gag. A line of fire ran down from my right shoulder to my left hip. It hurt terribly, almost as much as the brand had. Swish! Another muffled scream escaped my mouth as a second line of fire was scored across my back, below and parallel to the first.

The whipping was brutal. Not just the pain, but also the terror. I never knew when or where he would strike mext. He varied the pace, sometimes striking two or three times in quick succession, sometimes waiting until my nerves were so taut I almost prayed for the next stroke, just so the terrifying wait would end. A few times he just swished the whip through the air, a couple of time he even hit the rodent femme tied up on the other side of the wagon.

There was no pattern to where he struck. He concentrated mostly on my back and rump and my thighs. But I stood far enough from the wall that he could let the tip wrap around my body and strike my belly or my breasts. I have no idea how long the whipping lasted, but it seemed to go on for ever. My whole body was on fire. My paws were sweaty and I was about to collapse when he finally ended it. My throat hurt from all the screaming and my muscles felt as weak as a kit's. The last stoke was the worst. He brought the whip up from behind, so the tip hit my belly button and the shaft dug into my cunt.

I howled in pain, my knees buckled and I almost fell to my knees. My left paw slipped from the bar. Somehow I managed to hang on with my right paw, though it slid down to the bottom of the bar. I hung like this for a while and then I managed to struggle back onto my feet and put both paws on the bars. Then I stood there, waiting for the next blow.

But it did not come. I heard my master return to the chair and sit down. I could see him sitting there out of the corner of my eye, but I didn't dare to turn my head to get a better view. I stood there, panting hard from exertion, I felt so weak just simply standing still required a huge effort. Slowly, little by little my strength returned. The pain faded a little and I realized that I was still aroused. My nipples were hard and my cunt burned and not just from the pain of that last whip stroke.

"Well, well. You're not much fun in bed, but at least you can take a punishment." It wasn't quite respect I could hear in his voice, but compared to all the scorn and derision he had shown for me before it was a huge step up. Balm for my soul, if not my abused body. Suddenly all the pain was worth it for me, I had proved myself in his eyes, at least a little bit. "Maybe I'll give you another chance to please me. You do have another hole that I haven't tried after all. Maybe I can get some pleasure out of that. Want me to try?"

Another hole? He had not used my tailhole, so that must be what he meant. In any case, I would have agreed to pretty much anything to please him. I nodded eagerly.

"You want me to fuck your ass, slut?"

I nodded eagerly and wiggled my rump and lifted my tail higher in invitation.

My master got up and came to stand beside me. He commanded, "Grab the bars at the bottom and stick out your rear." I obeyed quickly. He folded out a beam with a crossbar from the wall and adjusted the height and distance to the wall so it held my hips in position.

He removed his robe and hung it on a peg. "Look here and see how it is done right." I looked at his cock. He began to stroke himself. And he grew bigger with each stoke! My eyes bulged with surprise, in a few moments he was bigger than I had managed to get him with minutes of licking and sucking. And he kept growing! He was huge! I had barely managed to get him to half his full size. He wasn't quit as big as the huge Hessan had been, but Ouch! This was going to hurt. I doubted that he would help stretch my tailhole before he forced himself into it. I tried to relax my muscles as much as I could, but I was certain that it would not be enough.

He stepped behind me and grabbed my hips. I felt his tip poke my rear entrance. And then he thrust forward, mashing my hip bones against the wooden crossbar and forced his way into me. I howled in pain, for a moment I it felt as if my tailhole was being ripped apart. A second thrust and then he was in all the way, even over the pain I could feel his balls slap against my cunt. He gave me a moment to relax and I realized that it wasn't as bad as I had feared. The initial pain had been intense but it faded quickly and I realized that I had still been well stretched from having the butt plug in me for most of the day.

He pulled out halfway and thrust back into me. The force of his thrusts hurt my hips, but the pain in my tailhole disappeared quickly as my muscles relaxed and the skin stretched. The skin on my inside started pricking but after three, four thrusts I hardly noticed that any more. The huge cock thrusting into me aroused me like crazy. Soon I was panting and moaning. Soon my moans turned to whimpers when I remembered that I should not come before my master and I began to struggle against the rapidly approaching climax.

As much as I fought, I never stood a chance. A muffled squeal of pleasure escaped my lips. But suddenly I felt nothing. I could feel my body, feel the muscles in my cunt spasm, felt his huge cock slide in and out of me, I heard the muffled squeals my mouth made, but I did not feel the pleasure of the climax. It was almost as if I was watching someone else. The climax ended quickly and I regained some control over my body. I howled in despair at the emptiness I felt in me. I heard my master chuckle, his laugh almost dripped with delight at my frustration and I realized that he knew exactly what was happening to me.

He stopped thrusting for a moment and laughed, "No more fun for you, little pelt, until you learn to pleasure me properly. With every one of your disgusting holes." Then he went back to his fun. He brought me off at least five times before he finally shot his load into me. Once he just whispered "Come." into my ear and it set me off. Each fake climax left me more exhausted and feeling emptier. All the spent energy of a real orgasm with none of the fun or the positive energy. But anyone watching or using me would be hard pressed to notice a difference. My body went through all the motions, I even squealed, gasped and moaned, sounding as if I had the time of my life.

My master kept thrusting, squirted more cum into me and brought me off twice more before he finally pulled out.

I felt more exhausted from the fake orgasms than I had from the whipping. My master folded away the bar that forced me to stick out my rump and commanded, "Untie yourself. Put your butt plug back in and clean me up."

When I tried to bend down enough to unclip the snap hooks from the floor I overbalanced and fell on my rump, hard, squealing in surprise and pain. It hurt, it hurt a lot since my rump was still very tender from the whipping and from being fucked rather harshly but at least my tail was not in the way so there was no permanent damage. My master laughed, he obviously he enjoyed my pain. I got my body under control, leaned forward and unclipped the hooks from the rings set into the floor. I unbuckled the leather cuffs from my ankles, struggled to my knees and hung them on the peg where they had hung before.

I removed the strap that held the butt plug in my mouth and hung it on another peg. Then I took the thing out of my mouth and stuck it back into my tailhole. At least I was stretched wide and it went in without any problem. I crawled to where my master waited and began to clean his soiled cock with my tongue. Compared to his own taste, the taste of my shit was almost pleasant. He was still almost completely hard.

When I was done he pointed at the floor behind me. I turned around and found that quite a lot of his cum had run out of my stretched tailhole before I had plugged it after it had been used. I groaned but cleaned up the floor with my tongue, licking the rough wood carefully, I didn't want to get a splinter stuck in my tongue.

When the floor was clean enough to satisfy my master he commanded, "Stand." He connected the leather cuffs around my wrists behind my back and made me look at him. "I have given you a big orange mark. I may give you another chance to prove that you can please me, but not before you have worked off the mark. Now you go back." He pulled a cord and I heard a bell tinkle outside the wagon.

A few moments later one of the guards arrived and took me back our wagon. He untied my wrists so I could put on my hood and assume the position for the 'rest' period.