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Unnamed Mousie - Part 2: On the Job Training - Chapter 14: Earning my keep

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We were untied and were finally allowed to take the plugs out of our tailholes. We had to clean them, of course, before they were stowed away. I knelt in my spot and rested, waiting what would happen next. I could not see much of the outside through the narrow slit-like windows, but I could see that there were some buildings around us.

After a few minutes our master came in, followed by one of the assistants. I shrank back a little, the presence of our master was never a good thing for us. He looked us over and said, "Today you will earn your keep."

He looked at us and asked, "What, you think you're not whores?" None of us had protested, at least not audibly. "You are my slaves. You are whatever I want you to be."

"If I decide that you are dinner, then you will be dinner. I heard that a pelt's meat becomes extra tender if you pluck its fur while it's still alive and conscious. Do you get what I mean?" I shivered, swallowed hard and nodded. We all nodded.

"Good. Today you will be whores. Cheap whores, very cheap. Two farthings to use your mouth, three to use your cunt or ass. That's probably asking too much already." I bristled a little at the price he had specified, even the cheapest streetwalker would not even look at you for less than a penny (six farthings) let alone touch you.

"Do you want to please me?" I nodded, as did the others. "Then you will be the best cheap whores there are." He pulled out his wand and touched it to our collars, one by one. When he was done he said, "Don't say I'm not generous. Even those who have earned my displeasure will be allowed to have a little fun today. Every third time you come you will be allowed to enjoy it." With that he turned around and left.

The assistant had a few more instructions. "You will lick anybody who asks for it to get him hard or to clean him up. You will please your customers, if they request little extras, like say, playing with your tits, you will allow them. You will be eager to serve your customers in any way they ask you to. Remember, don't spit our anything they give you. If a customer complains about you, you will be punished. It does not matter if it is your fault or not. When you don't have a customer, or when a customer requests it, you will clean each other up. Not everybody likes to stick it into a swamp. And you do your best to entice the people around you to hire you. Any questions?"

I could not think of anything and it seemed neither could anyone else.

He held up a small box with a slot at the top and a metal disk at the side, "Here. this connects to your collar. Place it on the left side. This is where your customers will put the money. They always have to pay first before you serve them. Only one of us or the master can open the box to remove the money. This means that once someone has put money in it, you have to service him as you won't be able to take it out again. You can't just take his money and not give him anything in return, after all. You will know how much money was put in. Questions?" One of the guards distributed the boxes and I clipped mine to the collar.

"What if someone puts in one coin?"

"If he puts in one farthing? There will always be at least one guard around. Call him to help sort it out. Anything else?" When there were no more questions, he went on, "The master said it already, but to make certain you remember. If you want to please your master, then earn a lot of money. You will get to start in a few minutes." He grinned, "I know you sluts can't wait to get a cock into your holes and some coins in your slit." He sat down on the foldout chair and waited.

A minute or so later one of the servants came in and put a bowl in front of each of us. It contained a herbal potion which I lapped up eagerly, it had been a while since I had anything to drink.

While I waited I thought about what was to come. I wasn't too keen on this, mostly because I was exhausted after all the exercises we had done today and my cunt was already quite sore. I really didn't mind lifting my tail for strangers, not any more, but getting fucked all evening promised to be rather painful. As I waited I felt the potion revive me. But it must have been a different potion than they used before, it only made me feel awake. My mind felt rested but my body was still tired and sore.

After a while, maybe a quarter of a bell the assistant stood up and told us to follow him. I climbed out and looked around. We were in a big yard, probably from an inn. On one side was the main building, on the other side was a big stable, between them were walls almost ten foot high. The big gate into the yard was closed, or almost closed. Two guards stood there to make sure none of us tried to run. Not that I would have tried even had the gate been open and without guard, I still shuddered every time I remembered what had happened to those who got too far from our master, or more likely, his wand.

The assistant led us to one of the doors to the main inn. Just before we entered I could see the other group as they were led towards the stables. I looked up at the sky and decided that it must be close to sunset. We entered and I found myself in the sizable common room. There must have been at least thirty furs there. I saw our master sitting at a table with three Hessan officers, one of them from the cavalry unit that guarded our caravan and two others I did not know.

We stopped in the middle of the room, more or less. Our master stood up and told all the guests about us, how much it would cost them to use us and the rest. He also told them that we were from Arno and convicted war criminals. Later, when I got to think about it, I realized that he had not even lied about that. We had been convicted, after all, even if we had never done the crimes we had been accused off. Then he commanded us to start looking for customers.

I walked around a bit and offered my services to any male I saw. I had to ask several males before I found a canine who put two farthings into the little box. The male had me sit on his lap and squeezed my breasts painfully for a while before he let me crawl under the table to suck him off. I gagged a little at his smell and taste. He smelled as if he had not washed himself for at least a month. But I got him off soon enough and swallowed quite a lot of his cum. At least that tasted as good as it always did. When he was done he shoved my head away and told me to get lost. When I didn't move fast enough to suit him, he kicked me. It hurt but it wasn't too bad.

I got up, thanked him and went looking for another customer. The prettier (or the least bustier) females had a much easier time finding willing customers. I realized quickly that I really had to throw myself at the males if I wanted to get anywhere. I had to suffer through a number of hurtful comments ('I wouldn't stick it in you for all the gold in the world' was one of the kinder ones) before I found another willing male, another canine, this one looked more wolf than dog.

He put three coins into the box. He got up and led me into the other room to have a little privacy while he used me. Well, privacy was relative, it was a common sleeping room, there were ten beds (just a mattress on a simple rack to keep it off the ground), two tables and a couple of benches. One of the guards stood watch near the door and several of my fellow 'whores' were busy with their customers.

He walked to one of the tables, turned around and opened the flap on his breeches. He looked at me expectantly. I got what he wanted quick enough, knelt in front of him and began to lick his male parts to get him hard. He tasted a little better than the previous one but his cock was surprisingly small for a male his size, but just big enough.

When he felt hard enough, he told me to stand up. He bent me over the table and a moment later I felt his cock poke at my tailhole. He used his fingers to pull it apart a little but mostly he just used his strength to force himself into me. It hurt quite a bit as I was not well stretched (it had been a while since we had taken out the wooden cock) or lubricated. Still, he was small enough that the rough handling didn't cause any real damage. My hips hurt worse as his powerful thrust slammed them into the unyielding wood of the table. In front of me, on the table, lay a whip, one of the 'tongues' the guards liked to use on us.

In spite of the exhaustion and pain my body worked like a clockwork. My tailhole stretched quickly to accommodate the intruder and soon I was panting and moaning. I even had to concentrate a bit so I would not climax before the male. Once I felt his hot cum fill my rear I relaxed and came with the next thrust. My throat squealed in pleasure but inside I felt the terrible emptiness of another fake orgasm. The male thrust into me a few more times and pulled out to squirt a bit of his cum over my back.

When I tried to stand up he gave me a little shove to show that he wanted me to keep still. He picked up the whip and gave me a couple of licks on the rump. They stung but he didn't use enough force to make them really hurt. He stepped back and gave me two more, bringing up the tongue from below to lick my wet cunt lips (I stood with my legs spread wide enough that he could get at it easily).

"Clean me, whore." I turned around, knelt in front of him and began to lick his soiled cock. He continued to lick my back and rump, but the stinging slaps were more arousing than actually painful. When the male felt clean enough, he pushed my head away and closed the flap of his breeches. He turned around and walked away without a word.

I called after him, "Thank you, Master." I remained on my knees for a few moments. With a sigh I forced my sore and tired body up and made my way back to the common room to look for another customer.

I had to suffer through more verbal abuse before I found another male willing to put a little money in my box. This male was huge, he looked like little like a bear. I followed him into the 'private' room and lay down on the bed he pointed at. I lay on my back with my legs spread invitingly. He pushed me towards the right side of the bed so he could sit on the side of the bed next to me. I did not have to get him hard, but he played with my body for a while. He squeezed my tits and dug into my cunt with his fingers. He was rough but not excessively so, and his touch did excite me. Which was not at all unusual, pretty much everything excited me these days.

It obviously excited him as well, it didn't take long before I could see a rather sizable bulge in his pants. He wiped the sticky fingers of his right paw on the fur on my rump. Then he opened the flap of his breeches and lay down next to me. He climbed on top of me, guiding his pole into my waiting cunt. He was huge! I was really glad that he had chosen to use my cunt and not my tailhole.

I was also very glad that he supported most of his weight on his elbows, as big as he was, he would have squashed me like a bug had he just lain down on top of me. He started thrusting into me. God, that felt wonderful! In moments I forgot how sore I was, my legs wrapped themselves around his hips and my arms around his neck.

Soon I was encouraging him, squealing things like, "Yes, fuck me harder!" into his ears.". He did and it didn't take long before I had my first climax. And with the fake climax all the excitement and fun dissipated. Suddenly all the soreness in my cunt was back, worse than ever. He kept going and my body had several more fake climaxes before he shot his load into me. Mostly my body kept up its display of pleasure but I had to force myself to add the occasional encouraging comments and the like. I wondered if he noticed anything. If he did, he gave no sign of it.

I was really glad when he finally pulled out and asked, "You liked that, didn't you?"

I squealed, "Yes, Master. I loved it."

"You're a total slut."

I gave him a big grin and licked my lips lasciviously, "Yes, Master."

He shook his head and rolled away from me. He stood up and commanded, "Clean me."

"Yes, Master." I groaned and forced my aching body up from the bed. It felt as if every one of my muscles was sore. I sank to my knees in front of him and began to lap at his flagging but still big cock. At least this time I could enjoy the taste, our mixed juices tasted quite good. When he was clean the bear closed the flap of his breeches and ruffled my headfur.

That simple gesture of appreciation was balm on my sore soul.

I smiled up at him, "Thank you, Master". He gave my ears a quick scratch and headed back to the common room.

After a few moments I forced my exhausted limbs to move. I groaned, got up and followed him there.

This time I had a bit of luck. Apparently the bear had been quite pleased with me and told his companions. One of them, a male fox, waved me over. He was better dressed than the bear. I guessed that he was a trader (but not a very wealthy one) and the bear was his guard or servant. He looked me up and down and asked, "Do you think you can please me, whore?"

"Yes, Master."

"Really? Rolf says your mousehole is fun but you don't look like much. What if I'm not pleased?"

"I will please you, Master. Whatever it takes."

He considered me, "Well, if you're really that desperate for a little money... How badly do you want me?" He looked at me and then down at his shoes with a nasty grin on his muzzle.

It took me a moment to realize what he wanted and another to decide against just leaving him there. I feared that I would have a hard time finding more customers if I stopped now. I groaned inwardly but got down on my knees, bent forward and licked at his shoes. He stopped me after a few moments, apparently it was enough for him that I would debase myself in this way but he saw no reason to rub it in.

I waited (still on my knees) while he fumbled with his purse and produced three small coins to put in my box. He stood up and commanded, "Follow me. You don't need to bother getting up." I crawled after him as instructed and wondered what else he would make me do or do to me. I hoped that he was more interested in humiliating me than hurting me,

When we entered the 'private' room a male fox slave had just finished serving a customer, I could see bits of cum on his muzzle and chest. My master stopped him and told him to clean me up. The fox slave looked annoyed at the interruption (cleaning me would keep him occupied without earning any money) but submitted quickly. He knelt behind me and began to lap at my wet thighs. Soon his tongue entered my cunt. It felt so good I wondered how much good it would do, at least to me it felt as if my cunt grew wetter with every lick rather than the opposite.

After a minute or two my master commanded him to stop. I followed my master to the last bed on the right side of the room. I knelt at the foot of the bed while he undressed, folded up his clothes and stacked them on the chest next to the bed. Watching the male fox slave lick my cunt had obviously aroused him, his cock looked almost hard. It was a decent size if not particularly big.

He lay down on the bed, rested his head on his crossed arms and looked at me. When I didn't move he asked, "Well, whore what are you waiting for?"

Apparently he wanted me to do all the work. I really did not feel like it, but I didn't dare to refuse. I got up and climbed on the bed. I leaned forward and licked his balls and cock a few times. He had the typical, somewhat unpleasant, scent and taste of a fox, but apart from that he was remarkably clean and pleasant. It did not take long until he was pretty hard. I crawled forward, positioned my hips above him, guided the cock into my cunt and slowly lowered my hips to impale myself on his pole.

I began slowly, moving my hips up and down and to one side or the other. I squeezed him with my cunt muscles. His cock felt good inside me. If I had not been that exhausted and sore it would have been wonderful. Still, as my arousal grew I began to forget about the little aches and pains.

The urgency of my movements increased with my desire. My movements sped up and rode him with everything I had. I moved my arms and torso around to give him as much of a show as I could, resting my paws on his chest, crossing my wrists behind my back and such.

I came well before he did. It was glorious! I kept going and had two more climaxes before the fox shot his load into me. I kept on riding him, milking him. Tears of joy ran down my cheeks. I had two more climaxes before I became too exhausted to continue. I collapsed and lay on his chest, panting hard. It felt as if my whole body glowed, for a moment all the exhaustion and soreness was forgotten.

"Not bad. Not bad at all. Are you crying?"

"Tears of joy, Master. You were wonderful."

"Really?" I couldn't decide what to make of the tone of his voice. He did let me rest a little. I lay there on his chest and enjoyed the wonderful lassitude that usually followed a satisfying orgasm. With a start I realized that while it had only been a little more than a day since I had last had a proper orgasm it had still felt like a lifetime ago. I really had to get rid of that mark and convince our master to lift this curse from me.

Suddenly I felt him move but when I tried to get up he stopped me with his left paw. He picked up his purse from the pile of clothes and opened it. He produced three coins and asked, "Well, my little whore, think you can please me again?"

"Yes, Master."

"With your other mousehole?"

"Of course, Master. I love to feel your cock in me. Wherever you want to stick it."

He grinned at me, put the three farthings in the box and crossed his arms behind his neck once more.

I took a deep breath, got up on my knees and lifted my hips. His cock popped out with a wet sound and quite a lot of our juices dribbled out of my cunt. I crawled back until I could get at him easily and began to lick his balls. The fur on his belly and around the cock was a mess, but there was little point in cleaning it now. The scent and taste of his cum was somewhat unpleasant (like most foxes') but it certainly wasn't bad. I worked my way up the shaft slowly. He hardened quickly and I could leave the head of his cock slick with our juices.

I steeled myself for the coming pain, positioned my hips above his cock and lowered my hips until the tip was firmly wedged against my tailhole. I grabbed my ass and pulled my hole as wide as I could, trying to relax my muscles as much as possible. Then I lowered my hips, groaning at the pain as my hole was forced wider. I reached behind me to support his cock and impaled myself on it. About halfway my muscles suddenly gave out and I dropped, slamming the cock into me. I gasped at the sudden pain.

After a few moments I got control of my muscles once more and began to ride him. It did not take long for the pain to dissipate as my rear entrance stretched to accommodate him. Once more my arousal grew quickly. I struggled to keep it down so I would not come too early. It didn't do me much good. My master apparently had other ideas. Suddenly his right paw reached for me and two of his fingers plunged into my eager cunt. His touch felt so wonderful! I was panting and moaning in moments and it did not take long before the first climax shook my body.

The fake orgasm tore away the cobwebs of pleasure, leaving only the pain of my tired and abused body. Once more tears ran down my cheeks, but this time they were bitter tears of loss. Only minutes ago I had felt so wonderful, I thought I could fly and now I had been dashed against the cold, hard ground. I had to suffer through at least three more climaxes, or maybe one very long one, before I could finally get him off. I managed to keep going a little longer but I was really, really glad when I felt him soften which gave me an excuse to collapse on my master's chest once more.

His fingers squeezed my little nub a few times more and then withdrew. My master grinned at me and asked, "More tears of joy, little whore?" I tried to answer, but my vocal chords refused to work. Our eyes met and suddenly the grin on his face died. I closed my eyes and rested my head on his chest. Suddenly I realized that my master had not wanted to hurt me, but to make it more fun for me. A few moments later he put his arms around me and held me. Slowly the tiny shivers and shudders died down and I relaxed as the terrible emptiness of the fake orgasms faded.

"Are you all right?"

For a moment I wondered if I had heard right, but it seemed that my master of the moment was actually concerned about me.

I turned my face towards him and gave him a wan smile, "Yes, Master. Thank you."

"Up for one more?"

I groaned silently but answered, "Yes, Master. Always."

He grinned and reached for his purse. He pulled out and showed me two small coins. Suck him off after he used my tailhole? For a tiny moment I was tempted to refuse but that passed quickly. For one, if our master found out that I had refused such an offer from a customer, it might weight heavier than any number of coins I could earn. I wasn't sure about that, but I didn't dare to risk it. For another, it would disappoint and possibly anger my current master and customer. If he complained that would definitely earn me punishment. Also, if I refused I would likely have to clean him up anyway, this way I would at least get paid for it.

I forced myself to smile and turned my head to give him easier access to the box attached to my collar. He put the two coins into the box. With a barely suppressed groan I managed to lift my body off his. His by now mostly soft cock slid out of me with a wet plop, followed by a mess of his cum until my muscles tightened and closed my tailhole.

I crawled backwards until my muzzle was above his male parts. I started by cleaning up the fur on his belly and hips. We had made quite a mess there. He watched me work with a grin on his muzzle, obviously enjoying my efforts and quite possibly my humiliation (not that it really did humiliate me much, by now I was well past that). When his fur was clean enough I turned my attention to his sack, which also required quite a bit of cleaning. When I started on his pole he had already grown considerably. I worked my way up the shaft, cleaning him thoroughly with my tongue. I finally got to the tip and took him into my mouth. He was a decent size but I had little trouble getting him all the way into my mouth. I massaged his shaft with my lips and tongue. As I had expected he grew slowly, I had just milked him twice already and milked him rather well.

As I got used to his fox scent and taste my task slowly became more pleasant and I grew aroused once more. It took a while but eventually he filled my mouth with his seed. He produced a surprising amount of cum and for a while it was a struggle to swallow fast enough. I kept going and managed to get quite a few more squirts out of him before he was finally exhausted. I let the flagging member slip out of my muzzle.

I cleaned his sack once more, some of his cum had escaped my lips. When I looked up at my master's face he had a silly grin on his muzzle and seemed quite exhausted. So was I. I rested my head on his thigh and licked his balls and shaft gently with the tip of my tongue while I waited for my master to make his next move.

My master rested for a minute or so and then he got up. He commanded, "Lie on your back. Cross your wrists behind your back." and I assumed the position he wanted. He walked over to one of the tables and picked up the whip lying there. I groaned. How had I misread the fox so completely? I would have sworn a moment ago that he had been satisfied with my efforts. But now it seemed that he had not been and intended to punish me for it, or at least get his pleasure by hurting me.

He returned, stood at the foot of the bed and raised the whip. After a long moment he brought it down hard on my left tit. I grunted in pain. He raised it again and licked my right tit and then my cunt. A little scream of pain escaped my lips. My master kept licking me. But there was something weird about him. A few licks were very hard and painful but some were little more then playful swats that aroused me more than they hurt me. I wasn't sure what to make of the expression on his face, sometimes there was a dreadful eagerness, at other times he seemed almost hesitant to beat me. When he put the whip back on the table he seemed disgusted, but I had no idea with what.

He returned, looked around and then at me and asked, "Can you clean up your cunt yourself?"

"Yes, Master."

"Do it."

"Yes, Master." I spread my legs further, bending my right knee a little. Then I bent forward and grabbed my thighs. I licked my lips, stuck out my tongue and slowly pulled my head closer to my wet cunt. My master crouched down to get a better look. I began by lapping at the fur around my cunt, then the strip of skin, recently shaved bare, then my swollen lips. Every now and then I looked at my master's face and it seemed that he enjoyed watching me. I moved my head to the side a little bit to give my master a better view and poked the tip of my tongue into my steamy wet cunt.

Bending that far required a lot of effort from my tired body, but licking up the mixed juices was fun. It tasted good and of course, having my tongue that far inside me aroused me. I also liked the rapt attention my master paid me and I was almost sorry to stop.

My master stood up and walked to the right side of the bed. He commanded, "Lie down on the side of the bed. Wrists behind your neck." He sat down and then lay next to me, on his side. He grinned down at me and I smiled back. His recent behavior still puzzled me, but for the moment he seemed pleased with me.

After a moment he put a finger on my nose and turned my face away. He said in a quiet voice, "Your breath stinks."

For a moment I was sorely tempted to reply with a quip along the lines of 'and whose fault is that?' but remained silent. I had little doubt that there was some truth to it, but it still hurt a little.

He reached for my tits with his left paw and played with them. He was quite gentle. After a little while he moved his paw to my cunt and caressed the fur and then the bare skin around it. Slowly, little by little his questing fingers moved closer to my center. The gentle touch was very arousing. "I know it's not your fault, that your breath smells like this, but..." That made me feel a lot better. After a moment he went on, "You didn't really deserve that beating either, but how often does a fur like me get the chance to whip an Arnie bitch? And a convicted war criminal at that."

"We didn't do anything." I regretted blurting that out before the words were fully out of my mouth.

"You didn't do anything? Did your owner lie about that?"

"Not exactly. We were convicted but we did nothing to deserve it. We were taken prisoner at the battle a few days ago. Our master, owner, picked us. I think he has friends in high places. I guess they convicted us and branded us so he could enslave us 'legally'."

"You expect me to believe that?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "It is true. I guess it makes little difference if you believe me or not. But would a group of recruits, some of them still wet behind the ears, all of them young and attractive, most of them female do something so horrible to earn this?" I shook me muzzle to draw my master's attention to the brand on my cheek.

He stared at me for a long moment and let the matter drop. I don't think he really believed me, but I think he didn't completely disbelieve me either. "What was going on with you crying before? The first time you told me that you were crying from happiness. I am pretty sure you didn't just fake it when I used your tailhole, but you were definitely not crying because you were happy. Well?"

I looked up at him and wondered if I should say anything about the matter. Our master had not forbidden me to speak about the matter, but I doubt that he had every considered that someone would ask me outright. And my current master had asked me outright and I was supposed to please him. I raised my head a little and looked for the guard. He was standing next to the door, at the far end of the room. I doubted that he would be able to hear me if I talked quietly.

The fox had read my thoughts and asked, "Are you allowed to talk about it? I won't say anything to your master if you do." He turned his head and looked at the guard for a moment.

"I don't know if I'm allowed to talk, but my owner will probably punish me if he finds out that I talked anyway."

"I would like to know, but I won't be angry if you want to stay silent."

I thought about it for a moment and then decided to trust him, "I failed to please our master yesterday. A part of my punishment is that I can't get any pleasure from mating."

"And that is really so horrible?"

"Yes, Master." For a moment I wondered how to explain it and then I found a simile, "Imagine if you got a food you really like, maybe roast chicken. (I had yet to meet a fox who didn't like chicken) You get it on your plate, the it smells so good it makes your chops water. When you put the fork in your mouth you can already taste it. But the moment you bite into the meat it turns into a spoonful of Rogmeal. And the same happens for every bite."

"That bad?" It's a common joke to play on someone, usually as a dare or bet, to get her (or him) to try to eat a whole spoon full of Rogmeal. It's not really all that hard, but it's not fun, not at all. And it's not something you forget in a hurry or ever.

"Worse. Since I was enslaved I have become a total slut. No, I'm not really proud of it, but I'm not ashamed to admit it either. There's no point in denying it. I don't know why, maybe they put some potion in the food to get us in heat or whatever. It's not just me, as far as I can tell it is much the same for all of us. I'm constantly hot, I doubt my cunt has been dry for a single moment in days. Whatever, whether they did something to me or it's just me, sex is just about the only thing that had brought me any joy since I was enslaved. Everything else is really horrible."

"Is it really that bad?"

"We're punished for any reason or none. We are always under the threat of torture or worse. We get whipped just so we get used to pain. I have to lick dirty boots to beg for things I would not even want under normal circumstances. I've licked shit off a cock after using my tailhole so often it hardly bothers me any more. I beg furs to piss in my mouth so I don't go thirsty. Males use me in any way they want, often painful, always humiliating. When they don't need me I'm tied up and blindfolded, often in very unpleasant positions." I stopped for a moment and realized that I had raised my voice more than I should have. Hopefully the constant noises of mating had been enough to keep the guard from hearing.

In a low voice I went on, "I could go on like this for hours. Sure it is kind of humiliating to climax when a male uses me as if I was just a toy, but you get used to the humiliation very quickly. For today our master reduced the punishment a little. Every third time I come I get to enjoy it. When I rode you the first time, that was my third climax this evening and the first one I got to enjoy. The second time was a bad one again. After the wonderful climax just before the sudden emptiness hit me extra hard. My body gives all the signs of real pleasure even when I feel nothing."

"I see," He stared at me for a long moment and asked, "So when I felt up your cunt I made it worse for you, not better?"

"Yes, Master. But you couldn't have known it."

"Still, I didn't want to hurt you like that. Is there anything I can do to make up for it?"

I considered it for a bit, "I don't really know. It could help me if you tell our master how much you enjoyed me, but then again, it might make him suspicious, which might end up hurting me me more than helping me. If you could point a little business my way, that would help a lot. Just knowing you care and talking to you made me feel a lot better as well."

"Really?"

"Yes, Master. You're the first one to actually talk to me since I was enslaved. Apart from giving commands and the like, of course. While I enjoy chatting with you, I should get back to earning some money. I don't want to come up short at the end of the evening."

"I see. I have a few friends among the patrons today, I'll see if they are amendable to hiring you. If you want to, Gunther the Wolf at my table will use you. But he usually likes to use the rear entrance and he's hung like a horse, so beware."

"Yes, Master. Thank you."

My master grinned down at me. Suddenly his fingers which had been gently playing with my cunt squeezed the sensitive nub at my center, hard. I squealed, as much from surprise and arousal as from pain. He gave me a peck on the cheek and got up. He put on his clothes, said, "Goodbye, little whore." and walked away. He talked with the guard for a moment before he left the room.

I was a little too slow following him. A male fur stopped me and commanded me to clean up his slave's cunt. I didn't really mind licking cum out of the female squirrel's cunt, but I disliked the loss of time doing that meant. It seemed my bad luck wasn't over yet. I finished her but I didn't get far. Another customer stopped me and told me to clean the tailhole of the male fox slave he had in tow. Yuck! That was quite a bit less fun than licking a female's cunt. When I could finally make my escape yet another customer tried to stop me. But this time the guard told him to find someone else and sent me away. Apparently our master had left some instructions for them to prevent that one of us should be held up by such tasks for too long.

I returned to the common room. I found the table with my previous master and offered my services to his Wolf friend. At first he seemed reluctant but when I turned around and shook my rear at him he agreed readily enough, he even asked, "Are you sure? You're so tiny. I don't want to hurt you."

I gave him an encouraging grin, "Thank you, Master, but I can take it. I love to have a big male cock in me."

I was a little surprised when he didn't take me to the 'private' room but moved the bench on which they had sat closer to another one. At his command I knelt on the two benches, my ankles and feet on one, my knees and paws on the other. The wolf opened the flap of his breeches, commanded, "Open." and pushed his cock into my muzzle.

He was already a little hard and he was big. Maybe not quite as big as the canine who had used me on the first day, but there wasn't much difference. I was a little surprised when he didn't fuck my mouth but waited for me to lick and suck him. Apparently he simply preferred to have his cock in my mouth rather than have me just lick it. He wasn't all that clean but it was not too bad. He grew and hardened quickly from my ministrations. When he felt hard enough he pulled out and walked around to my rear.

I wasn't quite in the center of the room, but now that my face wasn't buried in my master's belly fur any more I could see that quite a lot of males were watching with interest. A few days ago I would have died from embarrassment and humiliation had I been used in this way, but now the attention all the males paid me pleased me at least as much as it embarrassed me.

My master's huge paws almost encircled my hips. I relaxed my muscles as much as I could and his thumbs pulled my hole wide. I felt the tip of his huge cock poke at my rear entrance. He pressed harder and harder. I grunted in pain when the huge pole forced itself into me. He kept up the pressure and slid deeper into me, inch by inch. It hurt, but after the initial shock the pain receded quickly. I had been fucked in the tailhole twice not long ago and was somewhat stretched and well lubricated. I grew accustomed to the intruder rather quickly.

The wolf began to thrust in and out and soon I almost forgot the pain. It did continue to hurt a little as he was huge and he fucked me vigorously. I didn't think he was trying to be rough, but he was huge, he must have weighted twice if not three times as much as me. Painful or not, it was extremely arousing. Too much so, as much as I tried to hold back I came well before him and with that the fun was over. As soon as the first fake orgasm hit me, all the pain and soreness came to the front. My body quivered and little squeals and moans came out of my mouth while I fought the urge to cry. Or scream, suddenly I hated our master with every fiber of my being. He had turned what could have been real fun, almost lovemaking into rape, not just of my body but rape of my soul.

I was heartily glad when the wolf finally shot his cum deep into my bowels and pulled out. Once the fake orgasm stopped I actually felt a lot better. I was even eager to clean him up. He actually didn't taste that bad and I was a little sorry when I was done. Then I had to kneel on the floor and lap up the cum that had dribbled out of my tailhole before my muscles closed it. This was something our master had said we would have to do, to keep the floor and furniture of the common room clean.

I thanked my master and started looking for the next customer.

If nothing else, fucking me in full view of everybody had gotten a lot of furs interested and I had no trouble finding more customers. I sucked off two males right there in the common room. The next fur led me back into the private room. I did not even have to get him hard. He had me kneel on the bed and then he took me from behind. He fucked me hard. This time I could get to enjoy it once more and I had several mind-blowing climaxes. I almost passed out from sheer pleasure when he filled my womb with his hot juices. As wonderful as it was, it had to end and I followed the male back into the common room.

But when I got there one of the guards commanded me to follow him. I was a little reluctant, several other males had expressed an interest in me, but I did not dare to resist. He led me outside to the yard and then to the outhouses in then back. He opened the door of one stall and motioned me inside. I removed the circular cover and sat down to relieve myself. With a little shock I realized that it was the most privacy I had since I was enslaved, doing my business with just one person watching me. I used some of the leaves from the pile to wipe.

Then I followed the guard to our wagon and climbed in. Two of my fellow slaves were inside as well as one of the assistants, a servant and a guard. The first of the female slaves knelt in the 'one' spot and the second lay in the 'present' pose on the 'two' spot with the assistant crouching between her legs.

The assistant turned to me for a moment and commanded me to kneel in front of the 'one' position and to grab my ankles. I assumed the requested position, which put my face on the floor and my rump high in the air. The assistant commanded, "Clean her up, cunt and then ass." That was directed at the female kneeling behind me. She leaned forward and began to lick my cunt. After a while she turned her attention to my tailhole, licking and sucking at it. By the time she was done I was once more panting from arousal.

Then the assistant commanded me to kneel in the 'three' spot. The servant put a small bowl in front of me. It was filled with the same herbal potion which we had been given earlier. It revived my spirits but did little about the exhaustion and soreness of my body.

When I had finished lapping up the potion the assistant emptied the box and gave the coins to the servant who began to count them. Then the assistant commanded, "Present." and I assumed the requested position. He crouched in front of me and poked a finger into my cunt. After a few moments I realized that he was rubbing some salve into the sore skin. The salve heated up the sensitive skin, it even burned a little. But it also relieved the soreness.

And it was extremely arousing, both the salve as well as the assistant's touch. He warned me not to climax. It didn't take long until I had to fight down the urges. I was relieved when he stopped touching my cunt. But then he turned his attention to my tailhole, rubbing the salve into sensitive skin around it and then poking a finger that was coated with the salve into me.

I was both very glad and disappointed when he was done. I was a little surprised when he didn't ask me to clean his finger. He let me rest. Soon afterwards a guard came in and led the female kneeling in the 'one' spot away. The second female moved to that spot. After a minute the assistant commanded me to kneel in the 'two' spot.

Soon another slave was brought in. She had to kneel in front of the 'one' spot and was cleaned up. Then she moved to the 'three' spot to receive a drink.

A few minutes later the slave from the 'one' spot was taken away and I moved there. I had to clean the next slave, this one a male. This meant that I only had to clean one orifice, unfortunately the more yukky one.

A couple of minutes later another guard fetched me. He led me not to the inn, but to the barn. I followed him inside. Inside was what might best be described as an orgy. There were quite a lot of Hessan soldiers, at least three times as many as there were slaves. I was barely inside when a male wolf who had apparently been waiting for his turn grabbed the box attached to my collar and put in three coins. He pulled me after him towards the stables. A few of the stalls had been set up for our use, filled with a pile of hay and a heavy blanket on top.

The first two stalls were already occupied. In the first two soldiers were using a slave, one using her (or his, I couldn't see well enough to tell) mouth while the other used her tailhole (probably). Another soldier stood there, watching or waiting his turn. In the second stall a huge male was fucking another slave who lay on her back while two more soldiers watched and encouraged their comrade.

My male pushed me into the next stall and made me sit down. He opened the flap of his breeches and shoved his semi-hard cock into my face. I started licking him. When he was hard enough the male pushed me back and down until I lay on my back. He entered me and began to fuck me vigorously. I don't think he was deliberately rough, but he wasn't gentle either. I forgot how sore I was down there after a few thrusts and I came well before he did. As I suffered through another fake orgasm I noticed that two soldiers were watching us and, I soon found out, waiting their turn.

The male filled me with his cream and kept on thrusting for a while more. He pulled out, closed his breeches and got up. He shared a few words with the two and then left. I didn't even get up as one of the two gestured for me to stay. He put three coins in my box and moments later he began to fuck me. I growled in wordless protest when he pulled out after a very short time.

He grinned at me and chided, "Slut!" Then he grabbed my ankles, lifted my legs and pushed them towards my head. This forced my rump up and then I felt his cock poke at my tailhole. I screamed a moment later when he forced his way into me almost without warning and with considerable force. At first the pain was really bad but I was already well stretched and my muscles relaxed quickly. He fucked me hard, once more setting me off well before he came and once more I had to suffer through my fake climaxes.

He shot most of his load into me but pulled out quickly and I got a lot of it on my belly as well. He crawled closer, grabbed my head and lifted it. It was a good thing my mouth had opened in surprise as he shoved his cock into my mouth. I almost chocked, he shoved it in so deep I couldn't breathe for a moment. But then he loosened his grip and allowed me to pull back far enough that the intruder didn't block my throat. I licked him clean.

As had the male before him, he got up without a word. He made a lewd joke about me to the third soldier and left. That male also put three coins in the box and then he told me to kneel on all four and face away. And then he proceeded to fuck me from behind. This time I got to enjoy the sex. I had an unbelievably wonderful series of climaxes. This male offered me a 'drink' and so I drank his piss.

When the male was done with me he found no one else waiting so he took me back to the main room. Once there another soldier put his three coins into the box and I followed him up into the hayloft. After that things got a little hazy. I had three more wonderful climaxes and many of the bad ones in between as well. I sucked off several males and I cleaned out other slaves and I got cleaned out several times. Of course several soldiers offered me a drink as well.

On the whole they were not brutal, but the soldiers were all large and burly males and they used us roughly with little regard for us. Still, had I not been so exhausted and sore I would have enjoyed myself. If I did not have to suffer through those damned fake orgasms, of course. Without those I probably would not even have minded the soreness.

When I finally climbed down the ladder I almost fell down as my tired limbs barely supported my weight. A guard collected me and led me to the outhouses. I walked bowlegged, by now my cunt and tailhole were so sore that every step hurt. I relieved myself and was taken to the wagon once more.

This time there were three other slaves in the wagon, two of them knelt in the front row, the third third was in the second row and lapped food out of a bowl.

I knelt in front of the first slave and got cleaned up. Then I crawled to the second row and lapped up some more of the herbal potion and had the money emptied out of the box. The assistant rubbed some of the salve into my cunt and tailhole. When he was done and I was back on my knees he asked, "Does it hurt when I poke my finger into your cunt?"

"Yes, Master."

"Do you want to retire for the day? Of course it would please your master if you went on, but you don't have to continue if you do not feel up to it. You won't be punished if you stop. Or would you prefer to keep going and earn some more money for your master?"

I thought about it for a few moments. My body was so tired and sore I wanted nothing more than rest and sleep. Maybe I would not be punished, but I was certain our master would not be pleased and he would find a way to make me regret it. And if I wanted to work off that mark I had to do much more than the minimum I had to to escape further punishment. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves and answered, "Yes, Master. I want to earn more for my Master."

"Are you sure?" He gave me a slightly nasty grin, "If it gets too much you can stop at any time. Just ask any guard and they will escort you back here."

"I understand, Master."

Then I was fed. I wasn't hungry at the moment but that was mainly because my stomach was full of all the liquids I had lapped up and drunk and was a little queasy. Today I got a bowl full of a vegetable stew. It must have been made especially for us slaves as there were no herbs and spices in it but there was plenty of Rog, fortunately most of it was whole grains and not Rogmeal. The stew was essentially tasteless. Any normal customer would have thrown it back into the innkeeper's face. It was a change from the usual but the gruel we usually got was tastier. I lapped it up anyway. Soon after I was done I moved up to the first row.

I had some time to think about what I had to do today. I was certain that everything our master had done to us and had forced us to do today had been very deliberate. They had put the plugs in my cunt and ass and made me walk and crawl with them to make sure I was already sore and tired at the beginning of the evening.

The money we earned most likely meant little to our master. I had sold my body dozens of times already and had not earned more than a couple of pennies. The coins we earned were little more than a way to keep score. Very likely our master wanted to see how long we could force ourselves to keep going, how much pain and exhaustion we would could bring ourselves to bear.

With a sinking feeling I decided that I had to keep going as long as I could. If I wanted to get rid of the mark I could not afford to stop. I might be forgiven if I stopped when my holes started bleeding. Most likely I would have to keep going until the bleeding got so bad that one of the guards made me stop so I wouldn't get the floor dirty.

I rested a little more, cleaned up the next fur and then I was led back into the inn.

The guard slapped my rump and wished me good business. I looked around and found the nice fox male who had hired me before. He was sitting between his two companions and there were two more males sitting opposite him. I greeted him and offered my services.

"Oh, you are back little mouse. Where were you?"

"I got to rest and eat a little and then I was in the stable with the soldiers."

"I see. I would love to hire you, but I'm a little too exhausted at the moment." He looked at his two companions and grinned suddenly. He pulled out his purse and waved me closer. He put eight coins into the box and said, "I think my friends here still have a little juice in them. Why don't you see if you can milk them a little."

I grinned at them and licked my lips, "Thank you, Master." Then I got down on my knees and crawled under the table. I licked and sucked them off one by one. I could smell and taste that they had all used other furs not too long ago but all of them still had enough juices left for me. To be honest, my lower body was so sore, I was actually glad to suck them off rather than have to fuck them.

Not that I really had trouble with that. The worst part was getting over the pain enough to offer myself to yet another male. Once I had a cock in me I quickly forgot about the pain. At least until the next fake orgasm kicked in, after that it became really hard to keep going.

When I was done I thanked them and started looking for another customer. There were more furs in the common room than before and I had no trouble finding work. Bringing myself to ask became harder and harder with each customer. I was always particularly difficult after I had a real orgasm as I now could expect the horrible torture of several fake ones.

The only really unusual situation was when one of the male patrons hired me to lick one of the tavern wenches, a rather large feline, perhaps a mountain lion. Apparently she usually hired out her services, but with so many of us offering ourselves for practically nothing no one was interested in her and she had complained about it to one of the patrons. As far as I could tell, he had deliberately misunderstood her, I'm sure her complaint wasn't so much that she didn't get any but that she couldn't earn any money.

Still, he had somehow maneuvered her into a position where she either had to accept my services or admit that she flirted with the males because she wanted to earn some extra coin, rather than because she enjoyed their company. The feline serving wench glared at the male but then she put her back against the bar and lifted the front of her skirt a little. Not enough to show off anything, just as a signal to me. I crawled to her and poked my head under the skirt.

She didn't wear any panties (few furs did, except when it was really cold) and she was already quite wet. That was not really surprising, the air in the room was so heavy with the scents of arousal and mating that you'd have to be made of rock not to be aroused. She had a slightly unpleasant note to her scent and taste but I got used to it quickly. It didn't take long until I began to really enjoy her taste. The little quivers that ran through her body from my ministrations pleased me. She grew aroused very quickly, I could hear and feel her panting and the soft purring moans.

I could not see anything, of course, but from the catcalls and other noises coming from around me it seemed that we were the center of attention for most of the room. It didn't take long until I figured out that I had been specifically chosen for this task, apparently the male who hired me, or one of his friends, had found the 'mouse eats cat' idea too funny to pass over.

I licked the feline's cunt vigorously and it did not take long before she came with a scream. Screech might be a better word for it. It sounded kind of a feral cat in heat did, only a lot louder. She squirted her juices all over my face. I kept going, lapping up as much of as her juices as I could while keeping her going and she climaxed twice more. When she came down a little from the third climax she put her paws on my shoulders and squeezed so hard her claws almost broke the skin and I barely managed not to cry out in pain.

I stopped licking her and she relaxed her grip. After a short pause I began to clean the fur around her slit and on her thighs a little, careful to keep my tongue out of her cunt.

When I was done I bent low and crawled out from under the female's skirt.

While I had been aware that a lot of furs had been watching, I was still a little surprised by the amount of laughter and catcalls we got. The feline I had just eaten out suddenly blushed furiously. It took me a few moments to realize why: the fur on my muzzle was absolutely soaked with her juices, more than that, she had squirted so much it had run down my chin and throat, some of it all the way down to my belly. I blushed a little, but to be honest it didn't bother me all that much. The femme glared at me so hard I feared she would attack me any moment.

I would have liked to see how it played out, but one of the guards told me to follow him. It was kind of unfortunate, several potential customers even complained and asked to hire me. I must have impressed them by getting the cat femme off so spectacularly. But the guard didn't budge and so I followed him outside. He led me to the outhouse and then to the wagon where I got to rest a little, just I had earlier. As I thought about it, I realized that our master had no real interest in they money we earned. Otherwise he would not have thrown away an opportunity like this where several customers were practically begging to throw money at me.

By now my whole body hurt. I was sorely tempted to call it a day when I realized that I would most likely have to suffer through another session in the stable. By now I could barely walk. If the soldiers used me with the same vigor as they had earlier the guards might have to carry me back to the wagon.

I groaned as I got up and followed the guard outside and to the stable. I didn't get more than a few moments to catch my breath before a big male put his three coins into my box and told me to climb up into the hayloft. He followed close behind me, obviously enjoying the view. Once I realized he was behind me I climbed the rest of the way with my feet at the very ends of the rungs to make the view as enticing as possible.

Once up there the whole thing quickly turned into an orgy once more. Most of the soldiers there seemed to have arrived only recently. I was kept very busy but it was a little less hectic than earlier. I quickly lost count of how many of them had used me. By now things were really starting to get to me, each time hurt more than before and it took longer before the pleasure overcame the pain. The few glorious climaxes were still wonderful but the fake orgasms hurt more and more.

Yet another male's hard cock poked at my tailhole and was shoved into me. Suddenly the pain became unbearable and I screamed. The male pulled out and cursed. The pain receded a little and I held my position, wondering what had happened. A moment later the male called out that I was bleeding. I started to apologize but the males shushed me up.

They got me moving and with the help of at least three of them I managed to climb down the ladder. I could barely stand. One of the guards collected me and put an arm around me to help me walk. He took me to the outhouse and told me to relieve myself. Only my bladder, of course.

Then he led, almost carried, me to the wagon. Once inside I was relieved to find that the wagon had already been turned to the night configuration.

The assistant removed the box with the money and told me to kneel with my rump up in the air. A moment later the leaden feeling spread through my limbs and I was once more paralyzed. I found out soon why he had paralyzed me. The servant brought him a doctor's bag. The assistant spread my tailhole a little. A few moments later he poked something into it. I screamed, or I would have if my vocal chords had not been paralyzed. Whatever he had poked into me burned like crazy.

Slowly I got used to the pain, at least a little, and I realized that he must have put spirits on the wound to keep it from getting infected. I had been cut badly once while our unit had been hunting bandits and it had felt more or less the same when the surgeon had cleaned the wound. While I wasn't happy to be completely helpless, it was probably for the best. As bad as it hurt, I would likely have trashed around and hurt myself further, had my muscles not been frozen.

I screamed silently when the assistant wiped the wound a second time. I think he smeared some salve on the wound after that, but the pain was so bad I couldn't be sure. After that he turned his attention to my cunt and rubbed salve into it. If nothing else, my rising arousal took the edge off the pain from my rear entrance.

The assistant took care of two more furs before he turned his attention back to me. He rubbed some more salve into my wounded tailhole. He finished one more fur and sent her to her stall before he finally dispelled the paralysis that held me motionless. The servant put a small bowl in front of my muzzle and I lapped up the herbal potion. Then I crawled to my stall and knelt there, waiting for the command to strap myself in and got to sleep.

About half the stalls were already occupied. Most of those already here were not marked. I didn't know if those without marks had been less desperate to please our master and thus had retired early or if they had been deliberately fetched first. I could only see one other slave with an orange mark and none with a worse one.

One by one the others came in, got inspected and treated by the assistant and crawled to their sleeping place. When all of us were assembled and ready for bed, we were told to strap ourselves in. I had to kneel with my legs spread wide and my chest on the 'rough bed' but this time my arms were not tied up behind my back but tied to the side walls close to my knees.

I buckled my ankles into their cuffs. I put on my hood and closed the strap. Then I buckled the cuff around my left wrist. I leaned forward until my collar stuck to the metal disk on the floor and grabbed the cuff for my right paw. After a short wait a guard checked my cuffs and closed the buckle on my right paw.

I was tired to the bone but the my whole body hurt so much that it took me a while to fall asleep. I'm not sure if I was already asleep or just dozing but I was woken by fingers that caressed my cunt. Once the person behind me was certain that I was awake he reached for my collar and detached it from the metal disk. A few moments later I felt a male member touch my cunt. The tip entered me just far enough that I could be certain that it was a cock and not just a finger. I waited for him to start using me, but the male behind me didn't move.

And then I realized that he wanted me to do everything. Every muscle in my body was tired, my cunt was so sore that it hurt and that male wanted me to do all the work to pleasure him! And I wouldn't even be allowed to have fun! Suddenly anger welled up from deep inside me and I screamed. The silent scream let out all the anger and frustration and calmed me. Suddenly I was very glad that the collar had silenced me, otherwise that outburst would have earned me some undoubtedly very painful punishment.

I wondered if the guard just wanted to have a some fun or if this was another test for me (if was the latter I prayed that it would be the last for today). I realized quickly that it didn't make much difference. The guard could punish or hurt me and nobody would care unless he hurt me so much I wouldn't be able to perform my other tasks. And if he complained to an assistant or our master I would get punished even worse.

I groaned silently and managed to pull my torso up from the ground and move my rump backwards to impale myself on the male pole. As I worked to excite the male I slowly became certain that it was a test, that having to do this had been planned. If my arms had been tied behind my back I would not have been able to move without hurting my face and breasts on the rough bed. Today my wrists were bucked to the wall and I could use my arms to lift my torso, but it was extremely difficult, the angle at which my arms were tied did not give me much to work with. I was certain our master had planned the whole thing.

Trying to bring off the male was unpleasant work. Sure, I got aroused very quickly, but apart from that it was not fun. All the muscles in my body complained and I was so sore down there every thrust hurt. If I moved my hips my arms and legs protested, if I tried to massage him with my cunt muscles they complained even worse.

Still, no matter how unpleasant it was for me, I came before he did. And of course it was a fake orgasm and the worst yet. Keeping going after that was pure torture. Somehow I managed to keep it up until the male squirted his seed into me. At least he pulled out quickly after the first squirt.

He walked around me, crouched (probably) in front of me and supported my body so I could lick him clean. Then he lowered me to the floor, connected my collar to the metal disk and left.

As unpleasant as that final test had been, at least it had worn me out completely and I fell asleep very quickly.