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Unnamed Mousie - Part 2: On the Job Training - Chapter 13: Not out of the woods yet

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My back hurt from the whipping and having to lie it only made the pain much worse. But I almost welcomed the pain, after the way I had failed to please my master most of me felt that I deserved the punishment. I could not wrap my mind around it, how I had failed so spectacularly and how easily he had gotten himself hard. I just couldn't understand it. After short while we were released. It kind of made me wonder if the real purpose of these 'rest' periods was to allow our master to test some of us without anyone else knowing about it. We had an exercise to control our arousal. I was partnered with a female cat. Once again we had to assume the sixty-nine position and once more I started at the bottom. This time I did better than before, I won both matches, but both times it was pretty close, especially the first match. I think the knowledge that an orgasm would not give me any pleasure helped somewhat, as did the pain from my rear. Once everyone had received their punishments we began with a new exercise. At least the females did. For our exercises we had to kneel and poke one finger into our cunt. And then we had to squeeze with our muscles. Squeeze, hold for a few seconds, relax and repeat. The exercise was repeated several times, sometimes we had to keep squeezing for only a few moments, sometimes we had to hold the pressure for much longer. The exercises were actually kind of interesting and very arousing. The males got to try similar things with their tailhole but from what I could tell, control of those muscles would never rival what we doing with our cunt. The assistant went around and tested us, using his own finger to feel how much force we could apply and if we could hold the pressure evenly. I almost started crying when he gave us permission to climax as much as we wanted to, provided it was only from the exercises (we were not allowed to move the finger). While he did not require us to come, he implied that any one doing the exercises properly would do so at least a few times. Satisfying climax or not, I did perform the exercises with all my heart and suffered through three fake orgasms. I could see the use of this skill almost immediately, it would help me please a male and likely even myself. And I needed every skill and trick I could learn for when our master finally gave me another chance to please him. It didn't seem as if we had to work hard but when we were finally allowed to stop my paws and feet were slick with sweat and the muscles in my cunt were exhausted, they felt like my legs would after marching for a whole day.

We got no rest before the next lesson, but at least this one required my tongue and lips rather than my cunt. We got instructions in how to please our master with our mouth. There were not enough males to go around, at least for now. There were twelve of us, so three of us had to 'share' the assistant (I was in that group) or one of the three guards. We knelt close together, our legs together for a change, shoulders touching, the assistant's cock only inches from our muzzles. As number three I knelt on the right side, on the other side knelt the squirrel girl I had practice with in the morning and between us knelt a fox male. He explained how we should use our tongues to please him, or at least for now, just excite him. Then we tried to lick him the way he wanted, one after the other. It was an interesting exercise. I enjoyed the assistant's smell and taste, maybe not as much as I did those of a male fur, but he wasn't bad. I applied myself eagerly. I was a little disappointed when the lesson ended rather abruptly as the wagons stopped for the night. I had not even gotten to taste his male seed. After a short wait we were taken outside to relieve ourselves. The ground was still damp, but it wasn't too bad. A campfire was lit. The Hessans and the humans all sat on chairs, boxes, their saddles and one tree trunk. As we had before, we played to give them a show while they ate. After the meal we had to please the Hessans, once more while one of the assistants timed us. This time I got to serve a big feline, probably a mountain lion, though I couldn't be certain as I had not seen this breed before. I (and the others) had to bring off our master three times with the mouth. The first time I was only allowed to touch him with my tongue. I didn't like his smell and taste all that much. He wasn't anywhere as bad as our master, but for some reason I found his feline aroma not very pleasant. I had liked the canines a lot better. Still, I got him off without too much problems. Of course since I could not take him into my mouth when he came most of his cum ended up on my face and chest and in my headfur. After he stopped spurting I sucked him off twice more. Once more I did pretty well and was one of the first to finish, earning me 'only' fifteen licks. At my master's request I kept licking and sucking him until he was pretty much dry. He let me beg for a drink, which I did. I didn't enjoy the taste, but any drink was better than none. Then we were fed. I got only three ladles. I was barely sated for the moment when my bowl was licked clean, but I was certain that it would not last long.

Our master gave gave us a chance to work off the marks. Like yesterday we had to chose how many strokes of the whip we wanted to receive. I struggled with the problem, a part of me wanted to chose a huge number, but my whole body was still sore and in pain from the earlier whipping. In the end I begged for twenty strokes. Today they delivered the whipping in order, as 'Aleph three' I was the second one to be whipped, the squirrel girl had not been marked. The male who came first had a red mark and he had opted for thirty. As before, we had to stand with the wrists crossed behind the neck and our muscles were frozen during the whipping. I shuddered when the male took his place, today they whipped our front. As before the whipping was brutal. The male got two strokes on the nipples. And the worst part was when he received three strokes on the hips that left angry red welts on his erect cock. Even worse, the next stroke across the thighs caught him right in the balls. The high-pitched but almost inaudible scream that escaped his lips gave testament to the extremity of the pain he felt. When the whipping was over, two guards had to almost carry him back to the spot where he was to kneel. And then it was my turn. My feet felt like lead as I stood up and dragged my feet to the place where I would be whipped. I turned back to the watching crowd and crossed my wrists behind the neck. My body tingled for a moment and then all my muscles were frozen. I could still move my eyes, but that was about all. Some of the watching Hessans faces leered, hungry for every last bit of pain and humiliation that was inflicted on us, their eternal enemies. But some of them actually seemed to pity us or looked with disgust at the whole thing. Enemy or not, there were at least a few decent furs among them, even if they were under orders and could not show it openly. My fellow slaves watched as well, their faces full of apprehension or relief, depending on whether they had a mark on the collar or not. The whipping was brutal. I didn't count the strokes, but at least eight hit my tits. The guard who delivered the strokes did not deliberately target my cunt, but at least four strokes across my hips and thighs caught my sensitive lips. Had my throat not been frozen, my screams would likely have been heard in the next county. When it was done two guards helped me back to my spot. I felt so dizzy and weak from pain they almost had to carry me. Once they had lowered me to the ground I barely had strength enough to remain upright on my knees. The pain faded a little as I watched my fellow slaves get whipped one by one. I wanted so much to look away, but I did not dare. The green mark of one female was removed and a few more were reduced in size or downgraded to a lower color.

I breathed a sign of relief when the whipping was finally over. Three guards led us back into the wagon. The assistant informed us that those who wanted to were allowed to practice and then he wished us a 'pleasant' night. As I had feared, it promised to be a very unpleasant night. The rug was missing, replaced by a carved wooden board about two foot square on which I would have to rest my chest. The cuffs for my legs were placed so that I would have to kneel the whole night instead of lying down. There was a kind of harness to restrain my arms. It consisted of three narrow leather straps, one for my hips and two for my thighs. There were also two leather cuffs, one on the front and one on the back. I groaned when I figured out how I would be spending the night. I put on the harness and closed the buckles. Then I locked my ankles in their cuffs. With a little relief I found that there was one chain link between the cuff and the wall. My legs were still spread uncomfortably wide but they would not be pulled out of their sockets. I pulled the hood over my face and closed the buckle. Then I leaned forward until my collar connected with the metal disk. My howl of pain was silenced by the collar. I had to kneel with my rump high in the air, which squashed my abused tits against the rough wooden board, the position I had to assume placed most of my weight on my chest. The pain was so bad it took me a minute or two to get myself under enough control to put my right paw through the cuff in front of my hips. I barely managed to close the buckle with my left paw. I grabbed the cuff at my back with the left paw and waited for a guard to close the final buckle. It did not take me long to figure out what the assistant had meant by 'practice'. With just a little effort I could poke a finger into my cunt and I began to squeeze it. Anything to distract me from the pain I was in. Besides, I really wanted to do well at this exercise and I doubted that I would sleep much anyway. The guard came, tied up my left paw and checked the other straps. He removed my finger from my cunt and poked his own in. I kept on practicing and after a minute he removed the finger again. He gave me a playful swat on the rump and left. I practiced for a long while until my cunt muscles started to hurt from the exertion. The constant arousal almost let me forget the pain from my tortured tits. The two fake orgasms I had were probably the worst I had so far. The collar was still very tight, but I had more or less gotten used to it. The way it poked me at irregular intervals was not so easy to get used to. Surprisingly enough I finally did fall asleep, I guess the scent of the cat male's cum finally lulled me to sleep.

I did sleep some, but the sleep was not very restful. I had a nightmare that seemed to last the whole night. There was a celebration and we, my fellow slaves and me, were the centerpiece. It was an orgy. But no matter with whom I tried to mate or whom I tried to please, I couldn't do it. Huge hard cocks flagged the moment my tongue touched them or as soon as they entered my cunt. The squeals of my fellow slaves as they climaxed came from all around me. But I could not get anyone off, could not even get them hard. They all mocked me for my failure. I don't remember the faces of my partners, but our master was there, as were the assistants and guards and the Hessan soldiers. I knew that I only had to please one of them, then I would get my pleasure but if I didn't I would die. But I failed again and again. They mocked me, they did not punish me, not even when I begged for it, declaring that I wasn't worth the bother. I felt so worthless and desperate. When I woke up my paws and feet were clammy with sweat and my cunt burned with desire. I pushed my finger back into my cunt and practiced some more. Eventually I fell asleep once more. I don't remember the dreams I had clearly, but they were no more pleasant than the before. I guess it must have been after dawn when I woke again, at least I was hungry, so quite a lot of time must have passed. My chest felt somewhere between extreme pain and numbness. I put a finger into my cunt and practiced a bit, but I didn't want to overdo it. I didn't want my cunt muscles to be close to exhaustion in case we would continue with a similar exercise soon.

It was still a while before I could make out faint noises outside. A while later a guard untied my left paw. It took a while to free myself and every move hurt. When I finally lifted my chest off the rough wooden board my tits hurt like hell. And they looked as they had been grilled over a griddle. I had that pins and needles feeling for minutes. We cleared away the restraints and turned the wagon to the day configuration. We started with the usual warm up and stretching exercises, which soon turned into position training. Soon we females also began to exercise our cunt muscles. We started with the same exercises we had learned yesterday but soon we had to perform the exercises in various positions, not just when we knelt. As before the assistant and the guards walked around and checked on our progress and we were allowed (and expected) to climax during the exercises. As the exercises progressed we had to speed up, squeezing and relaxing our muscles faster and faster. As fun as it was (and I really did enjoy these exercises) I was glad when they were over. I had four of the fake orgasms, I felt completely drained and my cunt muscles were sore. We did not really have much of a pause before the next lesson, but at least it was less demanding, a language lesson with light position training. Practically a rest period, at least it was way more relaxing than the official 'rest' periods. By the time we finally got breakfast my stomach was grumbling loudly. I got four ladles of the fatty gruel. Enough to stop the grumbling for the time and probably enough to keep me going without losing too much weight, but no more than that. We had to put on our hoods and my paws were tied behind my back. The wagon stopped and we were led outside and assembled into a coffle. Today we were connected by two chains, one on each leg. This forced us to walk in lockstep. If nothing else, that was something we were used to from our time in the army. It took us only a few moments to find the rhythm. It was overcast (I couldn't see that as I was hooded, but I had seen the sky through the windows of the wagon), cool and a little windy. I was uncomfortably cold but it was not really bad. It got better after a while, the clouds must have broken up a little, because I was sure that I could feel the warmth of the sun every now and then.

The hood always disoriented me and I found it hard to guess how long we had to march, but by my best guess it was for about a bell. The wagons stopped for a bit and we were disconnected from the coffle and climbed back into the wagon. There my paws were untied, I took off the hood, stowed it in its place and knelt at my spot. One of the rat femmes that served our master was there as were two of the servants. We had more position training and exercises for our cunt muscles. Each of us had to stick a finger in the rat's cunt and she demonstrated what we were supposed to learn. My eyes widened at what she could do: She squeezed so hard I couldn't pull out my finger. She could suck my finger into her or push it out. She could tighten different parts of her muscles independently, squeezing first only the tip of my finger and then the rest. She could 'flutter' her muscles very quickly. When she was done I found that I was more than a little jealous of her skill. I wanted to be able to do all that as well. I vowed to practice at every opportunity until I was as good as her. The two servants began to shave us. Not everything, just those parts that had been shaved in the village, the area around the nipples, tailhole and the cunt or the family jewels. The fur there did grow back rather quickly and would require shaving every few days if those spots were to remain bare. As before the shaving was extremely arousing and I barely managed not to climax when the razor scraped across the skin around my cunt. When they were done we had another 'rest' period. This time they used a really small device to tie us up and leave us completely helpless. Two thin leather straps and a couple of strings with four rings at the end. Not exactly rings, more like a mesh of strings. I put on my hood and had to kneel and then grab my ankles. The two leather straps were tied around the big toes, tying my feet together. The four 'rings' were put on my thumbs and middle fingers. Once pulled tight they would not budge. The guard tied off the strings. I knelt with my chest resting on the floor and my arms and legs were tied in place with that little device and I was completely helpless. Every now and then one of the guards would poke a finger into my cunt. He left the finger in me for a bit and I used the opportunity to exercise my muscles. When we were finally released I noticed that the squirrel girl had a green mark on her collar. It had definitely not been there before. Apparently our master had tested her during the 'rest' period. And while she had not satisfied him completely, she had apparently done better than I had yesterday. Well, we had learned a few new tricks since he had tested me.

The wagons stopped and soon afterwards we were all released. We had to wait a bit more before we were finally taken outside and allowed to relieve ourselves. Then we were once more locked into the contraptions and had to walk around on all four. We had to walk (or crawl) around the camp a few times. The weather had improved further and while it was still cool it was not too unpleasant as long as I kept moving around. Then we had entice the Hessans to use us. I (and the others) walked around and presented my rear to them, one after another. They would feel me up a little, usually poking a finger or a bit of sausage into my cunt before sending me off with a smack on the rump. Eventually the meal came to an end and one of them decided to keep me. Our master explained what we were to do. We would be given a little time to get our master hard, then we would have some more time to get him off without moving, with just our cunt muscles. If we succeeded we were allowed to climax as often as we wanted and we would all be allowed to have fun. If we failed to get our master off within the allotted time, we had to stop and he would just use us himself. Since the males could not control the muscles around their tailhole nearly as well, they were allowed to move their body. Those who failed to get their master off in the allotted time would be punished if they climaxed. At our master's command I turned around as quickly as I could and waited impatiently while my master unlaced his breeches and pulled them down. I licked and sucked at his cock, trying to get him hard as quickly as possible. The male was not fully erect when our master gave the command to start. I turned around once more. Once I was in position my male pushed his cock into my cunt. I started squeezing and relaxing my muscles rhythmically. I varied the pace of the contractions but mostly I kept them relatively quick, figuring that this would arouse him more. It did arouse him, I could feel him growing inside me and from the little twinges the cock gave and from my master's breathing and occasional grunts I could tell that he enjoyed my massage. I enjoyed it as well, my own arousal grew at least as fast as my master's. "Stop!" I groaned at our master's command but stopped my efforts to get the male off. I had been close, so close. He started thrusting into me after a moment and came on the second thrust. He spurted some of his seed into me but pulled out quickly and I got the rest of it all over my back and in my headfur. Worse, while I had tried to get him off I had focused almost entirely on my own efforts, my cunt and the wonderful feelings his hot cock gave me. I not been able to concentrate much on containing my arousal and so his sudden thrusts into me had set me off as well. I squealed and suffered through a fake orgasm. Tears of frustration and humiliation ran down my cheeks. I had been so close, so very close. It would have been so wonderful, but because I had been a few moments too late I had gotten nothing, less than nothing. No satisfaction and I would likely also be punished, worse I would have failed my master once more. I was certain that if the male had not taken so long to get his breeches open I would have made it. He thrust his cock back into my desperately eager cunt and kept on fucking me. He came several times more and I had two more fake orgasms. Finally he pulled out of me and commanded, "Clean me up." I whimpered with frustrated desire at the sudden emptiness in my cunt. I turned around once more and began to lick his flagging cock. At least that tasted good. My master asked, "Why are you crying, slut?" "Because I didn't please you as well as I should have, Master. Please forgive me." He grinned magnanimously, "I forgive you. It could have been better, but I did have a good time." "Thank you, Master." I continued licking his cock and sack until they were clean. He offered me a drink but made me beg and lick his boots before I got it. Then he sent me off.

I crawled reluctantly to where our master sat and waited my turn to report my failure to him. "Did you get your master off?" "No, Master." "Did you come afterwards?" "Yes, Master." "Do you wish to be punished harshly?" "Yes, Master." He wiggled his toes and I bent down to lick his shoes. After a minute he commanded, "Enough. Wait over there." He pointed at the assistant waiting off to the left and I crawled there to join the other slaves who had earned a punishment. I waited dejectedly. The prospect of an impending punishment hardly bothered me, the humiliation that I had to admit to my failure hurt much more. As I watched others join this group or the other I decided that the competition had likely not been fair. Eleven of us had failed to bring their master off, all of us were female. So we likely had the more difficult task, maybe once we had more training in using our cunt muscles it would be different, but for now it had been a big handicap. Interestingly ten of the eleven had marks on their collar. Only seven of the thirteen who had succeeded had been marked. Were we, the marked ones, really so much worse at this task or had our master made it more difficult for us somehow? I did of course not know if the others in the punishment group had done their best, but I was pretty certain that they had. I knew I had and from what I had seen of my fellow slaves by now all of us had given up trying to resist and were desperately eager to please our master. Maybe our master had just asked the Hessans to try to hold it when a marked slave served him. It would make a difference and since the time we had been give had been quite short, just a little would have (or had) made all the difference. I was sure that I would have needed less than a minute more to bring off the male I had served. I was relieved when I found out that I was the first to be punished. After my failure a big part of me actually welcomed the pain and watching the others while I waited for the inevitable only tore at my nerves. I got forty hard licks on each ass cheek. My rump felt as if it was on fire, but the pain was bearable. Then I had to lie on my back and I got twenty licks on my cunt. I think they didn't hit as hard as they had my rear, but the pain was a lot worse. I managed to stay more or less silent, but tears of pain were streaming up my face and into my headfur (I was lying on my back, after all). Somehow I managed to croak out a thanks for the punishment. The guard who had delivered the licks seemed a little surprised by it. I struggled back on my paws and feet while the guard moved on to the next. All the marked slaves got the same punishment, those without marks got half.

When the punishments were done our master informed us that we would have to 'walk' in the contraptions and follow our wagon. We could rest a little while the servants packed away the table and the chairs our master and his assistants had used. We had to take our places behind our wagon and then the caravan set out. I think the wagons moved a little slower than the last time, but keeping pace was still exhausting. And more than a little humiliating, the Hessans joked about us and called out lewd comments about us and so. To be honest after a while it hardly bothered me any more. At least this time it was more or less an orderly march, not a desperate struggle to keep up with the wagons. After a while, maybe a quarter of a bell, the wagons stopped for a minute or two and I could rest for a moment and catch my breath before we set out once more. I fell once, I must have stopped concentrating on where I put my limbs and suddenly I landed on my face. It hurt, but there was no damage, at least I could not smell any blood. I managed to catch up quickly and take my place in the line once more. We got another rest a while later. The second rest lasted much longer, but not because they wanted us well rested. When we stopped the guards brought a small box. In it were the butt plugs. One of the guards approached my rear, and began to fuck me with the thing, to get the thing properly slick before putting it in my tailhole. He played it much longer than needed, by the time he finally pulled it out of my cunt I was panting and moaning and close to cumming. He pulled my tailhole wide, set the tip of the butt plug against it and made me sit back so my own weight forced the plug into me. I grunted in pain, locked into this contraption I fell back with my whole weight, forcing the plug into me very quickly. I sat on my rump for a few moments and then managed to get back on my paws and feet. The guard connected the string tied to the end of the plug to my collar. I didn't get to rest yet, the guard used my cunt to prepare the plug for a male. I was struggling with my arousal, at the edge of a climax when he was finally satisfied with it. I was glad that I was one of the first ones they plugged up and I had some time to cool down a little before we had to start walking once more. The next bit of the march was much more exhausting. The butt plug moved around inside me with every step and that turned me on like crazy. Soon I could hardly concentrate on walking. I think the wagons moved slower than before but I still found it more difficult to match their speed than before. I might have managed it easier if I wasn't so afraid of having a climax. Which, come to think, would undoubtedly not have helped me move faster either. I was very glad when we stopped again. At least until I saw the guards. They had another toy for us and I started sweating just from looking at it when one of the guards showed it around. It was a companion to the butt plug, a sizable piece of wood carved to look kind of like a male cock. It looked strange until I realized that it was supposed to look like a human male's piece. At the bottom end was a metal spring or clamp or something like that (I didn't get that good a look at it). The guard pushed the wooden cock into my cunt and connected the clamp to the part of the butt plug that stuck out. The males got a strange contraption made up of several rings connected with metal rods or wires. Four of the rings were connected to make a kind of loose tube which went over the cock, the other two could be opened and these were locked around the balls. There was a spring with a clamp at the end that was connected to the butt plug. The guards made sure we all watched while the things were put in place on and in our bodies. Just watching this aroused me no end, which was very likely the whole point. And moving with the two intruders in my cunt! Fuck! It was crazy. The wooden cock was hard and didn't bend even a little like a real cock would (even when very hard), so it was somewhat painful. Not extremely so, but it felt kind of getting plowed really, really hard. I would undoubtedly be very sore once it was over, but for now the whole thing was extremely arousing. It didn't take long before I could hardly think any more. I could barely concentrate enough to keep moving and trying not to climax. Trying very unsuccessfully, I had to admit. I came at least four times and between that I was never far from it. The fake orgasms took their toll on my body and spirit. Now, if I could have done that at any other time, it might have been kind of fun, maybe a lot of fun. I don't think we had to walk like this all that long, but when we finally stopped I was bone tired. My body was sore and my mind felt sore as well.

One of the guards told us to untie ourselves and get in the wagon. He unlocked the buckle around my right wrist. Opening the buckle on my left wrist was easy but opening those on my feet was a little more difficult since with the two plugs in me I didn't dare to sit on my rump. Eventually I managed to get them open and I climbed in the wagon. Every little movement was a delicious torture as the two wooden rods moved inside me. I knelt on my assigned spot, grateful for the rest. When we had all taken our places the assistant came in and a minute later the wagon started moving once more. We started with a language lesson. I found it a little difficult to concentrate on the lesson. As we usually did, we also had to practice positions and even when I didn't move the feeling of having both of my holes full kept my arousal burning hotly. The fur on the insides of my thighs and legs was slick with my juices all the way down to my feet. The scent of arousal was heavy in the air. Even heavier than usual, that is.. When the language lesson was over the assistant showed us how to disconnect the two toys. We had to take out the butt plug, clean it (yuck!) and stow it away. We took out the wooden cocks and cleaned them as well. The males stowed away the strange contraption for their male parts and got wooden cocks as well. Then we had another lesson in pleasing a male with our mouth and tongue. As before we trained in groups of three. This time we had one of the guards. But we didn't get to play with his cock all that much, most of the time we had to practice with the wooden cock. Every now and then we had to demonstrate what we learned on his real cock. The lesson lasted pretty long today and each of us three got to get him off and drink his cum once. After this lesson we got more exercise. We had to put the butt and cunt plugs back in and put on our hoods. A guard connected the wrist cuffs I had put on behind my back and then we were led outside and tied into a coffle. And then we marched behind the wagon once more. The two toys in me were not quite as active when I was walking upright as they had been when I had to walk on all four, but they were still very distracting and arousing. But as I was blindfolded I felt very helpless which also turned me on. And with my eyes blindfolded I didn't have anything to distract me from the delicious torture the two toys were inflicting on me. The road had been going slightly uphill most of the time we were marching. The rushing sound of the river we had followed for the last few days was getting fainter. Eventually the wagons stopped and we were led back inside. They didn't bother to remove the plugs, hood or wrist cuffs. I was led to my spot (presumably) and my arms were pulled up behind my back until I had to stand on tiptoes. The rope was tied off and I got to 'rest'. The position wasn't restful at all, I had to rise on tiptoes to relieve my arms, or have my arms pulled up too far to rest the muscles in my calves. The plugs kept me hot and bothered. At some point the wagon stopped. I thought that I could hear unfamiliar voices outside and other noises but with the hood covering my folded up ears it was difficult to say. I thought that we were in another village or something. But I had to wait a while more in this unpleasant position. Needless to say I was very exhausted when I was finally untied. My cunt was very sore and to a lesser degree my tailhole as well.