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This story is a little long for one posting, but since this is a one-off, I did not want to divide it into chapters.

The huge cock slammed into me and in turn my hips slammed into the edge of the table over which I was bent. For a moment the pain took my breath away, but then the fireworks began to go off and I screeched in ecstasy. Another thrust brought more fireworks and the only reason that I did not screech again was that my lungs were empty. One more thrust and then the big wolf who fucked me from behind grunted with pleasure. A moment later his hot jism shot deep into me. I managed to get some air into my lungs again and screeched in pleasure with the next thrust. More and more of his hot cum filled me, it felt almost as if someone was pumping hot soup into my womb, only pleasant. He kept pumping into me, even if he began to slow down a little. To make up for it, his paws became busy once more, squeezing my tits wonderfully. I came several times more before he flagged and pulled out of me. Just before he did, he brought me off one last time with a series of sharp tugs on the rings that adorned my nipples. The rings were not there for decoration, but they were a mark of shame. I was two minds about them, on the one paw they marked me as a slut and showed everyone that I had displeased my master. On the other paw, the little stabs of pain when someone tugged on them had brought me a lot of pleasure in the last few weeks. The male pulled out and stepped back. But he kept his paws on my tits and pulled me with him. My legs were weak as a newborn kit's and I slid off the table and collapsed in a boneless heap at his feet. When I looked up at him, he grinned down at me, obviously enjoying my helplessness. A part of me hated how weak a male like him could make me, but most of me only wanted him to fuck me again. He just stood there and looked at me expectantly. As he had not closed the flap of his breeches, I realized what he wanted. With some difficulty I managed to get up on my knees and brought my muzzle close to his slimy male parts. He held my gaze. Looking at a male while I licked his parts always embarrassed me, but I just could not stop myself. I loved the taste and smell and I did not dare to refuse the implied command. I was sure that they would not hurt me if I did, but I just could not stand the thought that he might not want to mate with me again. Or even make me wait a few days before he would consent to enter me again. And I had to admit, that despite the humiliation I felt, licking and sucking a male's meat excited me. Especially if I had to to look at him watch me. And so I licked our juices off his cock and sack and even from the trousers where some had dribbled down. Tony, the male, scratched my ears and finally pushed my head away slowly to indicate that I should stop. I extended my tongue as far as I could to keep it in contact with him as long as possible. He laughed and held out his paws. I put mine in his and he helped me stand up. He grinned, "Not bad, Tail, That was fun." "Thank you, Master. I had fun as well." "You sure sounded like you did. There must be some people in the castle who couldn't hear you, but I wouldn't know who. Perhaps some of the wretches down in the dungeon." I giggled, embarrassed and pleased by his comment. The male guard turned to leave and then suddenly turned back. He pointed at my feet and his grin widened even more. For a moment I was perplexed but then I looked down and saw what he meant. On the carpet was a big wet spot. After a moment I realized that I must have spread my legs too far when I knelt to clean his male parts and his, our, juices must have dribbled out. Or rather flowed, given the amount, and I began to blush furiously. I looked for the rag I had used to clean before my work had been so pleasantly interrupted. I found it on the floor. Before I could pick it up, Tony asked, "Do you like my taste?" For a moment I wondered what he wanted and then I blushed even harder when I got it. If I really liked the taste of his cum, then I would lick it up, rather than use a rag. We looked at each other for a long moment and eventually I could not refuse the challenge in his eyes. My snout must have been dark crimson and the fur seemed to stand on end, but I could not, did not want, to refuse him. I knelt slowly and then bent down, holding his gaze all the time and then I began to lap at the wet spot. It was much more than just a wet spot, almost a blob of cum. And I had to admit that it did taste quite good, at least the part that had not yet soaked into the carpet. Doing this was a thousand times more humiliating than simply licking him had been, but also a lot more exciting. By the time I was done, I was ready and eager for another round. I would have asked, even begged him for more, but I knew that he was spent, at least for the moment. When I finally stopped licking, but before I could raise my head far, he commanded, "Stay!" The forceful voice ripped through me and I froze. Tony stepped behind me, flipped up my short skirt and smacked my ass, once on each side. Then he rubbed the sensitive spot at the base of my raised tail. I began to purr within moments, it felt so good. Finally he reached between my legs, pinched my puffed lower lips and then thrust a finger deep into my hot and wet cunt and I moaned loudly. When he laughed and stood up I realized that I had raised my ass higher in supplication. He held out a paw and helped my stand up a second time. He bent down to lick my nose and said, "See you again, Tail. Whenever you want to taste me again." "Always, Master." And then I could not resist a little dig, "As soon as you have something more for me to taste, that is." He laughed and pretended to have been stricken in the heart. "Bye bye, my little pussycat." Then he mimicked doffing a hat to me and turned around and left. I stared at the closed door for a long moment, hoping that he would return. At least a part of me did. My brain knew full well that I had shirked my duties long enough, too long probably, but the rest of me just wanted to feel his touch again. Then I finally turned away and resume cleaning the room as I was supposed to do. I picked up the rag and tried to wipe up the rest of our juices. Unfortunately the juices refused to be wiped off completely. As I had no time to clean the carpet properly (not to mention that it was made of an unfamiliar material that I did not know how to clean), I decided to let it dry and sneak back into the room tomorrow to brush it out. I was a bit surprised when the bell tolled three times and realized that I had lost track of time a little. Or more than just a little. Only a quarter of an hour to go until the bell tolled the seventh hour. By tradition the seventh hour marked the end of the workday. Even for those who could not call it a day completely, as the saying went, a female's work was never done, the seventh hour was set aside for dinner and only the most urgent work would be performed during that time. On the other paw, I was a little chagrined as I was supposed to clean the rooms of the baron's wife today and I was far from done. Thankfully she was away on a trip, which meant that there was a chance no one might notice today, giving me a chance to finish the job properly tomorrow. Of course the fact that I had been alone in her rooms all day had been the main reason that I had invited several males to give me a little company. And other things that made me tingly all over just by thinking about them. Today had been a good day for me as all the seven males I had invited had showed up, one had even brought a friend. That had been the highlight of the day. While I was not all that fond of the friend, it had only taken a bit of teasing to turn the whole thing into a competition between the two. Having two males try to outdo each other at pleasing me had been a whole lot of fun. Getting one of my holes filled with a huge male member was wonderful, but two was a hundred times better. Whenever my duties confined me to an out of the way spot for a while I invited males I liked to visit me. Usually only half the males I invited on such an occasion actually showed up as their work often did not leave them enough time for such dalliances. And I was far from the only available female in the castle, though I had to admit, as some put it with more than a little venom in their voices, I was more available than most. On the other paw this had left me with far too little time to do a proper job and I redoubled my efforts to at least make it seem as if the room had been properly cleaned. It was far cleaner than it had been in the morning, but unfortunately also far from what the mistress of servants would find acceptable.

A few minutes before the bells would ring I suddenly heard steps outside. I froze for a moment and then my spirits sank when I recognized the pattern of the steps: the mistress of the servants. I stopped what I was doing and turned to the door, which opened a few moments later. Mistress Agatha entered and closed the door behind her. She looked around and my spirits sank further and further as I watched the expression on her face change. She sniffed the air and I realized that there was no chance she would not recognize the scents of mating that hung in the air. I could tell the exact moment when she spotted the big wet spot on the carpet. Only then did she recognize my presence. She glared at me and exclaimed, "You...!" Whatever else she wanted to say came out as a series of growls and I saw her hackles rise. Any hope that I would escape without punishment went out of the window with that. The only times she was ever at a loss of words or let her feral side show was when she was livid with rage. My ears dropped and so did I. I knelt to show my submission, it might earn me a little lenience. She stood there panting, trying to get her rage under control. Eventually she managed to snarl, "Gayle, do you have any idea what you have done? The fact that you shirked your duties to lift your tail to saints know how many males would be bad enough. But pray that we can clean that carpet. The mother of the Lady of the house brought that carpet with her from Navarre when she married Count Blacktail (the overlord of Baron Dreadfangs, the lord of the castle in which I served). Ten sluts like you would sell for less than such a carpet." I cringed and shivered and lowered my head further. I had known that the foreign carpet must have been expensive but that was worse than anything I could have imagined. She went on, "Be grateful that it was I who found you. If the lady of the house found out that you destroyed that heirloom, then she would have strung you up by your ears. Or maybe by the tail." She stared at me for a long moment and then declared, "Let's see what else you destroyed." With that she began walking around the room, checking for dust and any other failings from me she could find. I remained motionless while she walked around making displeased noises every now and then. She spent a lot of time on this, the bells rung and still she kept at it. Eventually she returned to glare at me and asked, "I suppose you think I will let this slide?" "No, Mistress. I know that I failed to perform my duties well and that I will get punished." For a moment I wondered if I should explain further, but decided no to. The mistress of servants was certainly not someone who was interested in, or even wanted to know about my amorous adventures. Rumor had it she was so prim and proper that even her husband had his work cut out to get her to mate with him. She suddenly reached down to grab me by the left ear, but stopped herself at the last moment. Not out of any consideration for me, but from disgust. She must have noticed the cum that the last lover before Tony had deposited on my face when I had licked his pole with a little too much fervor. She glared at me for a moment and then reached down further to grab the ring that adorned my left breast and pulled me up by that instead. It hurt a lot and a whimper escaped my lips but I managed to remain silent otherwise. My breasts were bare, as the rings were there to punish me. I had to wear them openly and was not allowed to cover them. Therefor I had to wear what was known as a 'slut shirt', a shirt with a big hole for the breasts to poke out of. Sometimes such a shirt might have two holes instead. That was supposed to shame me into mending my ways, but I found it a little ironic that a slut had to bare her assets to any passing male which tended to make it even easier to find one willing to help her keep her title. She dragged me out of the room and I struggled to keep up. Her tugging on the nipple ring hurt and it was humiliating to be treated like this, but I did not dare to protest the treatment as that would only worsen my punishment. I had to follow her like this all the way to the servant's hall down in the ground floor of one of the barracks buildings . More than once I thought that she would rip the ring out and it took everything I had to keep the grunts of pain from turning into outright screams.

By the time we got there the hall was packed as most servants in the castle had congregated there to eat their dinner. The only ones not present were those who served the higher ranking furs. Thus almost half the souls in the castle saw me getting furhandled in this painful and humiliating manner. The mistress stopped and finally released me. Silence fell and every eye turned to look at us and I blushed in embarrassment and for a moment I wished that the earth would swallow me. After a few moments the mistress announced, "This slut lifted her tail for half the castle rather than perform her duties. And she soiled the Lady's heirloom carpet from Navarre with her vile juices. I will inform the Baron after dinner, so that he should decide her punishment." Then she turned to me and pointed at the corner of the room, "Strip, kneel on the mat and lift your tail to show everyone what a disgusting slut you are." I answered, "Yes, Mistress.". The mat in the corner was reserved for punishing us. Whoever did anything worthy of more than a light punishment had to kneel on it during lunch or dinner. She might get something to eat, or she might not. And even if she got anything it was only the watery gruel usually reserved for the slaves or prisoners. She always had to bare her ass while kneeling there, but having to strip completely was reserved for serious offenses or slaves. I say 'she' as males were occasionally punished in this way, but not very often. There were a lot more female servants than male ones, at least among those at the bottom of the pack who had to report to the mistress of servants. And I also suspected that she did not fancy having to look at a male's rear or his parts. There might be one or two people in the castle who had not seen everything I had, even if only during one of the punishments I had been forced to submit to, but it still embarrassed and humiliated me to have to bare my body to such a huge number of furs. Blushing furiously I took off the shirt and then the skirt. I was also supposed to wear underpants, but I had stopped doing that a while ago. I did not need them for warmth, except in the dead of winter, and they were very inconvenient when it came to my favorite pastime. I walked over to the rug, dragging my feet as much as I dared. All too soon I stood in front of the carpet. I went down on my knees and crawled forward until my head almost touched the walls in the corner. Then I raised my ass high and my tail even higher. I looked at the ground and shifted my paws and feet until they rested on the marked spots, which forced me to spread my legs and made it very hard to lift my upper body and all but forced me to rest my head on the ground. Nothing happened for a few moments and then I heard soft steps approach. I waited until the mistress commanded, "Look at me." before I turned my head to look at her face. She looked at me and with a start I realized that there was more sadness than anger on her face. Somehow that terrified me even more. She began, "Gayle, I know that you will hate me. You will hate me even more tomorrow. But remember that I am not your enemy. If you want to remain here, you will have to mend your ways. I do not mind if you have a little fun every now and then, even an indentured servant or slave is entitled to that, but your duty has to come first. The next time it might not be me who notices your mistakes. Someone else might punish you even worse. You could be kicked out of the castle with your fur shaved off or end up in the dungeon. This could be really serious. Do you understand?" I was certain that she was exaggerating, but I did realize that things could get even worse than my last punishment, when I had been whipped and had to agree to have my nipples pierced to have the rings put in as a mark of my shame. That had been the most pain I had ever been in as they had heated the needles until they glowed red to cauterize the holes. So I answered, "Yes, Mistress." "I hope you really mean that, Gayle. Let me help you remember." With that she raised her arm and brought the paw down hard on my left ass cheek. The loud slapping noise seemed to echo in the hall. Then she raised her paw again and slapped the right cheek. The slaps stung but the pain was not too bad as she was not all that strong. "Thank you, Mistress." I did not really feel grateful, but the ritual required me to thank her. And not just her, but anyone who spanked me. And so they did. The mistress stepped back and gestured in invitation. Within moments a short line formed as the other servants queued up to play their part in the ritual punishment. I do not think that any of them really hated me, though some despised me for my slatternly ways, but participating in another servant's punishment was always good entertainment. I had participated just as eagerly when it was someone else's turn to get punished. I particularly enjoyed it when it was a male as that gave me an excuse to not just slap his ass but also to feel up his package. Unfortunately, today it was my turn to get spanked and felt up. The furs who waited in the queue and those whose turn it was were careful not to block the view of the others, so that everyone who wanted could look. Most of them rubbed the sensitive spot at the base of my tail or my wet, puffed lower lips or even poked a finger into my dripping wet cunt. More than a few even licked the juices off her finger or at least sniffed them. Most of them seemed to enjoy the taste even if it was anybody's guess how much of what they smelled and tasted was me and how much was from the males who had filled my cunt with their seed. From the looks they gave me I suspected and hoped that I might talk more than one of them into poking their tongue into me once my punishment was over and things had returned to normal. My rump heated up quickly under the constant assault. But my center heated up almost as quickly from having my most sensitive spots touched and poked so often. And as much as I hated to admit, the humiliation and embarrassment excited me as well. Almost to the point that this felt less like a punishment and more like a game. I thanked each fur, addressing them as 'Master' or 'Mistress', some of them quite sincerely when their touching brought me more pleasure than the spanking brought pain. Max, who had visited me a short time before the midday break gave me an apologetic look and was especially nice about the whole thing. Had the mistress of servants not been watching, he would have. Many of them had a few words for me, most of them at least seemed to be supportive, at least in that they were supposed to support me in learning from this experience. Of course many of them contained a barb or two, but at least those were usually good natured. Eventually the worst part was over when all the furs present had taken their turn. I could not see my rear end, of course, but it must have glowed bright crimson (the fur on my rum had been trimmed very short for my last punishment and if had not grown much in the mean time). Or maybe the best part, despite the pain I was very horny, not quite to the point where I had to struggle not to come but I was pretty close. I did not even dare to wonder what extra punishments I would receive if I climaxed during what was supposed to be a punishment. I would have to remain in this position for the whole hour and would be spanked a bit more as servants whose duties had not allowed them to eat with the rest came in later took their turn. I was just about to turn my head away again when the mistress invited the slaves to participate as well. The dozen or so actual slaves who served here did were not normally allowed to participate in such a punishment unless the offender was a slave as well. Allowing, commanding, them to participate hit home the point of how much trouble I was in and was supposed to (and did) make the whole thing as humiliating as possible for me. They did their duty with particular glee. If I was honest with myself I could hardly fault them as they were so often on the receiving end as they were punished for much smaller mistakes than a free servant was and received much harsher punishments, but at that moment I hated them with a passion. That I had to address them as 'Master' or 'Mistress' made it even worse. By the time they were done the extreme humiliation had dispelled almost all the pleasure I had felt earlier and left only the burning pain. The mistress of servants gestured for me to turn my head forward once more and then she left (at least as far as I could tell since I could not see anything and with all the scents of food and of dozens of furs, many of which worked hard and bathed rarely. A few minutes later I was told to lift my head and a small bowl filled with watery gruel was placed on the ground where my head had just rested. I lapped it up like an animal. The gruel was more bland than actually bad-tasting but having to lap it up was humiliating. And there was much too little of it to fill my stomach. After that I waited, longing to sit and chat with my peers instead of being an object of their ridicule. I could hear them talk clearly and, unsurprisingly enough, I and my failings were the main topic today. Every now and then other servants entered and I had to look up to meet their eyes while they spanked me and then thank them for it.

A few minutes before the bells would toll the eights hour I suddenly heard the heavy tread of booted feet and my spirits fell even lower. Most furs went barefoot but the soldiers and guards always wore heavy boots while on duty. Just about the only reason for them to come here was to drag someone to the lord of the castle for punishment. A few moments later the door opened and several furs entered. Silence fell and suddenly one could have heard a pin drop at the other end of the big hall. I longed and dreaded to look, but I did not dare to move. Softer steps approached closer and the mistress of servants slapped my rum and commanded, "Stand up, Gayle." "Yes, Mistress." I stood up as ordered and turned around. I froze for a moment when I saw who had accompanied her. Not only two of the baron's soldiers but also the majordomo of the house. A shiver ran down my spine when I saw him but since any resistance would only bring further punishment I forced myself to stand straight and wait for what was to come. I withered under his gaze and he finally asked, "So this is the pussycat who had to spread their legs for half the castle rather than perform her duties. And managed to ruin the Lady's prized carpet in the process. Is this true?" I cringed but saw no way out of answering, "Yes, Master." "I see." And then to the soldiers, "Bring her along, boys." Ironically enough, one of the two was Tony who was, at least by my reckoning, as much to blame as I, After all most of the juices that had stained the carpet were his. He gave me an apologetic look, but I knew that he would do his duty. I hated him at that moment, but truth to be told, there was nothing he could have done and any attempt would only have earned him a possibly much worse punishment than I would face. Rather than grab my arms as they would usually do in such a case, the two carried yard-long chains which they attached to my nipple rings. I (and most others) referred to them as rings, but they were actually U-shaped pieces of steel that were closed off with a bolt-like screw. Unlike actual rings, which were designed to remain there permanently, these were designed to be taken out once my punishment was over, or at the latest when my term of service was up. The graphic descriptions of what would happen should I take them out without permission had been bad enough to make my paw-pads clammy with cold sweat. Holding still while the two unscrewed the rings, connected them to the last link of the chain and then screwed them shut again was really hard. When the rings were securely fastened again, the majordomo set out and the others followed him. Perforce I followed as well, I certainly did not want to find out what would happen if I dragged my feet.

We crossed the outer courtyard. The guards at the inner gate snickered and made a few lewd comments about me when we passed them. I glared at them, which only made them grin harder. We crossed the inner courtyard and ascended the stairs and ended up in the anteroom to the small hall where the baron, his family and his advisers usually ate their meals. The two soldiers, the mistress of servants and I waited there while the majordomo entered to speak to the baron. The two soldiers who stood guard at the door looked at me with interest. They licked their lips and began to grin, but they did not say anything. After a minute that was both endless and over in moments the majordomo returned and motioned for us to enter. He offered the mistress of servants his arm and they entered the door. The two soldiers and I followed a few steps behind. The two ranking servants walked around the table and stopped not far from the baron, while the two soldiers stopped at the bottom of the table. After a few moments they stepped apart, revealing me in all my glory to every fur present. Suddenly I felt extremely embarrassed by my naked state and blushed furiously. My paws itched to cover myself, but I did not dare to move them from my side. Since I was forced to be naked as a punishment, trying to cover myself up would be a further offense and bring more punishment. All eyes were on me, I could feel them move up and down my naked body and I prayed for the earth to open up and swallow me. That did not happen, of course. After what seemed like hours the baron began to grin and finally spoke, "How nice to see you again, Tail. Particularly since there is always so much of you to see." That brought a round of laughter and leering grins from all around. And a couple of knowing winks, particularly from those present who had, as they say, sampled my wares in the past, which was most of them. All that only made me blush even harder. I think even my breasts were colored crimson by now. The baron waited a few moments before he asked, "So, Tail, what brings your pretty pussy here today? What did you break today?" That was the first time he asked me to describe my misdeeds, on my previous appearances he had asked the mistress of servants for the sordid details and I only had to confirm them. It took me a few moments to collect my thoughts before I finally managed to answer, "I was tasked with cleaning your wife's rooms today, Master. I invited several males to visit me. Unusually enough, all of them found time for me. This left me too little time and so my work turned out rather sloppy. In addition I had a little mishap during the latest dalliance: A blob of..." I tried to find a word that would not offend these more refined furs as the usual terms I used were considered quite crude. Strangely enough, it was Mistress Agatha who helped me out, "Gunk." Or maybe not that surprising, the grin on her muzzle told me that she enjoyed me squirm and dig the hole I was in even deeper. "Thank you, Mistress." Then I continued, "A blob of gunk leaked out of me and ended up on the on the carpet from Navarre, which your wife apparently prizes highly, Master." Having said my piece I fell silent. All the eyes on me seemed to move from my face to my crotch and I became intensely aware just how wet my lower lips were and how much the fur around them and on my thighs glistened with partially dried juices. As the grinning and leering faces regarded me, my embarrassment became so great that even, and especially, my lower lips turned crimson. Magda, who stood near the rear wall and waited until her services were needed once more glared at me and looked thoroughly disgusted. She was an older free servant who usually served the baron at such more or less private meals. That might not sound impressive at first, but it meant that the baron had no doubts about her reliability and loyalty and she was regarded as one of the highest ranking female servants, just below the mistress of servants. After a long moment the baron asked the rather redundant question, "And where exactly did the 'blob of gunk' leak out of, Tail?" That brought a round loud of laughter. When it had died down, I pointed at my cunt and answered with some difficulty, "Here, Master." Which brought further snickers and leers. After what seemed like an eternity the baron finally turned to the mistress of servants and asked, "Well, Agatha, did Tail speak truly?" "Basically yes, Sir, but she left out a few details." And then she began to describe my failings in great detail and while nothing she said was really new, I withered further with every word. Eventually she was finished. The baron considered her and thanked her. Then he turned to the majordomo and asked, "Do you have something to add, Jeff?" "No, Sir. I examined the room and everything was the way Mistress Agatha described." "Thank you." The baron's head turned slowly back to me and regarded me for an endless moment. Did I mention before that I had wished the earth would open up and swallow me rather than have to face this? Now I really did. Finally he asked, "Well, Tail, did Mistress Agatha speak true?" While I thought that she had put some of it in an unjustly unfavorable light, nothing she had said was untrue, so I answered the way I had to, "Yes, Master." He considered me for a moment before he asked, "Well, Tail, I do hope you realize just how badly you screwed up this time. Quite literally in fact. Well?" That got a few more snickers and laughs. "Yes, Master." "Shirking your duties like this alone would earn you a serious punishment. But that carpet is worth more then a dozen bitches like you, even without considering the sentimental value it has for my wife. Do you have any idea what she would do to you?" I shuddered and cringed, "I do not even want to think about it. If I did I wouldn't be able to sleep for days to come, Master." He gave me a nasty grin, "Yes, it sounds as if you have at least an inkling of what she would do to you. You are lucky my wife is likely not return for a few days. If the carpet can be saved, that is, otherwise you won't enjoy it when she finally returns." Another shiver ran down my spine at that. Then he turned away and asked, "Agatha, do you think that the carpet can be cleaned?" "I pray that we will, Sir. But it is quite old and the fabric is very delicate. We will have to be very careful and use the softest soap we have. I think that Trixie would be the best for the task. She is good with fabric and has very gentle fingers." "Very well, I leave this to you, then. I will be really grateful if she can save the carpet." "I will tell her that. I know that she will do her very best." "Good." His face turned back to me, "And now back to you, Tail. What shall I do with you?" Once more I cringed under his gaze and waited for him to go on (I was certain that he did not actually want me to actually answer the question). "You will be punished for this, Tail. I am sure you know your rights. You can refuse the more serious parts of the punishment and be sent home in disgrace or you can agree to accept whatever punishment you are sentenced to. Well?"

As an indentured servant I had certain rights that a slave did not. For one, as my service had a limited duration, in my case I had served almost two of my five years, I was supposed to be freed hale and healthy. Punishments were not supposed to leave marks on my body, so the usual punishment was a public spanking for lesser offenses and a whipping (with a soft whip that was unlikely to leave permanent marks) for greater offenses. Of course some masters came up with fiendishly horrible punishments that did not leave marks, such as getting dunked in water repeatedly or having to stand still for hours or days or the like. I also wore a thin steel collar that might even pass as an ornament for anyone who did not know why I wore it rather than the heavy iron collar that a slave had to wear. In addition, rather than being welded shut, my collar could be opened with little difficulty. But doing so without permission was a serious offense in itself. I had to take the collar off every now and then to clean and polish it, but I was only allowed to do that in the room where I usually slept. In theory I could have taken the collar off when I slept in the servants' barracks but I never did. I had grown used to it quite quickly and I did not want to risk the punishment for forgetting to put it on before I left that room. And while I did not have to address my betters as 'Master' or 'Mistress' it was prudent to do so, particularly when you were in trouble. And to one so far down in the hierarchy of the pack it was always a good idea to show her superiors as much respect as possible. Ironically enough one other big difference was that an indentured servant could not be forced to mate by her master. This main reason for this rule was that she would not get pregnant out of wedlock as this would make it very difficult for her to find a husband after she was released. Of course this rule hardly applied to me. For one most of the other furs in the castle were canines. One of the slaves was the only male cat, though several female servants were cats, most of them indentured servants like me. There was also a male fox slave who had been taken prisoner a while ago and enslaved rather than executed. There were the occasional rumors of a kit born to parents of different species, but even if they were true, this happened so rarely that nobody worried about it. At first I had spurned all the advances from the males as I had been taught all my life that I should not lift my tail for anyone but my bonded mate. But the males, mostly the soldiers had slowly worn down my defenses. And when I went into heat during the early spring my fate had been sealed. I had gone from resisting any advance to kissing and licking to groping within a day and the next day I had followed Fido, Tony's older brother, into their barracks. At first I had been really scared, especially as we were far from alone, but he had charmed me and it had not taken long before my tail rose on its own and I had raised my rump and spread my legs in invitation. The initial pain when he entered me for the first time had been bad enough that I almost balked, but he calmed me down and soon I was moving with him. And then he had blown my mind, I had screeched like, well, a cat in heat, and seen stars. And since that magical moment I could hardly keep my tail down when a male so much as looked at me. There were only a few furs whom I found so disgusting that I refused their advances. About two years ago a bad hailstorm had destroyed a significant part of the harvest. With what little our family had left we would face near starvation once the taxes were paid. When the tax collector came around, he offered us an alternative: instead of paying taxes that year, one of us could become an indentured servant. In the end I was the only possible choice. My older sister was already engaged to marry, with a date set a few weeks hence, my younger sister was still too young to be useful as a servant. Which left me or my two brothers. As a female I would most likely be asked to perform menial services for a noble or rich burgher, while a male would have to perform heavy, backbreaking labor or join the army. Which could be even worse, with the almost constant skirmishes against the Fox kingdom there was a significant chance that he would be maimed, crippled or killed while serving as a solder. So I agreed to become an indentured servant for five years. I was scared but also excited, the prospect of serving an important lord or perhaps even the king himself was very enticing, certainly more than the prospect of working on a small farm all my life. Together with several other girls and one boy from my village I was taken to one of the slave fairs that was held at this time of year. And Baron Dreadfangs, or rather one of his retainers, bought my contract. Which is how I ended up here. I had considered my options while I knelt in the kitchen and in the end I had decided that I would rather die than inflict the indignity of a dishonorable discharge on myself and my family. I had been told what would happen if I was sent home in disgrace. I would return home in the company of a tax collector. I would have to tell everybody, not just my family, why I had been sent home in disgrac. And then my family would have three days to pay the taxes they now owed their lord. It would be a little less than they had owed originally, but since half my 'wages' were contingent on serving the whole term, it would be a considerable sum. Unless they managed to borrow from most of the rest of the village, just about the only way they could come up with the money in that time frame would be to sell one of my other siblings into servitude. This was not something I could subject them to. Not to mention that living in a small village where everyone looked at you with contempt would be horrible.

So there was only one thing I could answer, "Punish me, Master." "Are you sure? The punishment will be very severe, Tail." "Yes, Master, I know that. Enslave me if you must. Even hanging would be better than subjecting my family to the disgrace of being sent home." "Very well. You will be marked. You will accept any punishment without complaint. If I command it, you will mate with anyone I tell you to." "Yes, Master." He turned to the mistress of servants again, "I just can't place the face at the moment, which one is Trixie? Is she indentured?" "Yes, Sir. She's a husky with mostly white fur. Rather small for her breed. And she has a little over two years of service left." "Ah, yes, I remember her now." He though for a moment, "Tell her that if she cleans the carpet well enough that my mate does not notice it was marked by Tail I will reduce her term by one year." He turned back to me, "To make up for it, I will increase your service by one year. Tail, do you agree to this?" It was too late to bow out now, and given how much worse it could be, one extra year of service might be letting me off lightly, "Yes, Master." Mistress Agatha sighed theatrically and declared with a long suffering tone, "You enjoy making my job harder, don't you? Sir." When he looked at her questioningly, she explained, "Trixie is a hard worker, smart and reliable. Sending her away early will make my job harder. In contrast, Gayle is a no-good slacker, a troublemaker and a slut. Keeping her around longer will make my job harder." The baron laughed and then dipped his head to her, "I am truly sorry Agatha, but while that is true, I can hardly reward a troublemaker and punish a hard worker, now can I?" She sighed, "I suppose not. It would certainly not be good for morale." "Just so. And while it is true that the previous punishments did not do much to make Tail a better servant, I do have some hope that she will learn at least a little this time. I do have several 'interesting' ideas that she won't like at all." I shivered, that last bit sounded truly ominous, especially given how he had stressed the word "interesting". Something must have shown in my face because the baron suddenly asked, "Yes, Tail? Did you have anything to add?" There was one point that I found kind of unfair, even if I was a bit leery to bring it up. But now that he had asked outright, I did, "Yes, Master. Not that I am trying to avoid my deserved punishment, but I am not the only one at fault here." "Yes, why?" "True, that blob of 'gunk' slid out of my body. But I was not the one who put it there. Some of it must have been mine, but most of it was from a male." I heard Tony inhale sharply but he remained silent otherwise. "I see. I guess you are right about that. So who else is at fault. Whom shall I punish together with you?" I opened my mouth to answer, but just before the words tumbled out of my mouth, doubt began to set in. Suddenly I realized the incredible danger. Sure, it might lighten the punishment a little if it was spread around. But on the other paw, Tony and his mates would see it as an attack on them. Tony and the other males had a lot more to lose than I did. And they would take revenge on me at some point. If I did this I would most likely suffer from 'accidents' soon. Or maybe just one fatal one. No, it was safer not to tattle. I must have looked like an idiot standing there with my mouth open. I shut it for a moment and then I declared, "No, Master, I was mistaken. The fault is all mine. I invited them, I raised my tail for them and I spread my legs. I am sorry to have wasted your time, Master." The baron studied my face for a long moment. I could not be quite sure but I thought that his eyes flicked towards Tony, who stood to my right, for a moment. Then he declared, "I see. Well, then so be it. You will stay here and then in my room during the night. Your punishment will commence at the morning assembly tomorrow." "Yes, Master." "Thank you, Agatha, for your hard work in bringing this sordid affair to light. Meet me here half an hour before the assembly to discuss the details of what to do with Tail. You may leave now. You two as well." The last was directed at the two soldiers. "Leave the chains." After a moment he added, "Tony, bring me a set of manacles. Nasty ones. And a few spreader bars of different lengths." Like all new servants I had been given a tour of the castle, so that I knew where all the places I might have to serve at were. A part of the tour had been a visit to the dungeon. There the master torturer had cheerfully explained his craft to us. His cheerfulness had been a chilling contrast to the horrors of what he did to other furs, deserving or not. We even had to participate in the demonstrations. I had been strapped down on the rack and he had turned the wheel until my limbs were stretched tight. He had stopped well before the discomfort turned into actual pain, but it had not been a pleasant experience. Others had to put their fingers into the thumbscrews, had been tied to the whipping post and been gently whipped with a soft whip or had quite warm, but not hot, branding irons pressed against their skin. It was a blatant and rather pointed reminder of how painful things could get if we caused trouble. "Yes, Sir." The two soldiers dropped the chains and I grunted from the sudden pain. The chains ended in wooden grips that weighted quite a bit and tugged hard at the rings. It took all my willpower, but I managed not to move. The two saluted and backed towards the door. Mistress Agatha curtsied, said her goodbyes and followed them. A few moments later the door closed behind them.

I stood there waiting for what was to come next. For the moment they seemed to ignore me so I stood there as I did not dare to move without permission. They looked my way every now and then but did not acknowledge my presence in any other way. Soon my breasts and especially the nipples began to throb from the constant abuse by the heavy weights hanging from them. They were watching me in silence for what seemed like forever but could not have been more than a minute or two. The most powerful furs in the castle, each could destroy my life or even kill me with but a word. The expressions on their faces were hard to read, but from what little I could read, it was not good. I saw preciously little sympathy in their eyes. Eventually the baron turned to the others and asked, "Jeffry, have you learned anything from those fox scouts we captured recently?" Sir Jeffry was the general of the baron's troops. The baron commanded an unusually large force for a noble of his rank, but he needed it as he was tasked with defending an important pass into the Fox kingdom. While the pass was too high and narrow to be useful for a large scale invasion, it was well suite for small incursions and used to be popular with smugglers. That had begun to change with the current baron's father who had begun to recruit rangers and hunters to patrol the high woods. Nowadays the baron boasted to have more soldiers well versed in woodcraft than anyone save the king himself. A few days ago one of his patrols has ambushed a group of foxes on a scouting mission. They had captured two and killed most of the rest of them. I did not know much about the matter, but the matter had been the talk of the castle in the last few days, particularly among the soldiers. Talk about the action and the situation in general turned to the question of what information had been gleaned from the captives. And then to what further information might be extracted if more vicious methods of interrogation were used. And soon that turned into a discussion about torture in general. Given my situation this was really not something I wanted to think about let alone hear discussed in great detail. I could easily have lived without a discussion of the benefits of a thumbscrew as opposed to not needles stuck into the sensitive flesh just below a claw. I paled a little more every time one of them glanced my way. Given the speculative looks that came my way, I almost expected the two to ask me to settle their little quarrel by applying their favorite method to one of my paws each and then ask me which one hurt worse. While I did not expect outright torture on that level, I feared that I would have to submit something along those lines. My last punishment I had been whipped quite bad. Thankfully the whip had been soft enough that, while it had inflicted numerous angry welts, it had not caused any permanent scarring. The other part of the punishment had been worse, having my breasts pierced with hot needles directly under the nipple so that the rings could be put in. The pain had been bad enough that I had passed out when they pierced the second breast. Thankfully one of the nuns who assisted the priest had spoken a healing prayer to seal the wound after which the pain had diminished significantly. Unfortunately the wounds had began to itch intolerably after that. For the next few days my paws had been shackled to a harness locked to my hips with short chains that allowed me to do at least some useful work but that were just a little too short for me to scratch my breasts. In hindsight that had been good as I would undoubtedly have ripped the wounds open by scratching them too hard and often. That had been horrible. The punishment had kept me from raising my tail for almost three weeks. And kept me from overdoing it for more than three months. Judging from the baron's mood and the warnings he had given me the punishment I faced tomorrow would be worse. My attention returned to the discussion and as bad as my reminiscing had been, that was worse. Goodman Matthew, whose duties included overseeing the prison and dungeon, told them about a new device the master torturer had invented recently: He had welded a long metal rod to a brazier, which would be inserted into the unfortunate fur's tailhole (or perhaps some other even more sensitive hole) and then slowly heated until it was red-hot. Apparently he was now itching to find someone to use it on. By the time he finished telling the others about that new device my face must have been as pale as a full moon and I close to fainting from terror. Suddenly the baron held up his paw and the discussion stopped. He looked at me and grinned, "Tail, I think you should better clean up. Or would you want to get your 'gunk' all over my things?" Furs awaiting their punishment usually spent the night in his room. While he did not hurt them then, he would have his fun with them. I on the other paw, would not have much fun. While I did not usually object when a male wanted to use my tailhole. I preferred it when he gave me some pleasure as well and when I did not have to clean him afterwards with my tongue. Today I would not get to have much fun, actually I would be forbidden to and would be punished if I came. I went from pale as a sheet to blushing within moments, "No, Master." "Then clean yourself up." "Where?" I wondered if he would send me to the bathhouse. "Right here." "How? Master?" "How does a cat clean herself?" I wondered what he meant for a moment and then blushed even harder. Our small feral cousins did clean themselves by licking their whole body, but we did not do that, any more than other furs did this. But he obviously expected me to 'clean up' by licking all the 'gunk' from my fur and I was not in a position to object. "Yes, Master." From the looks I realized that they wanted me to give them a good show and as much as it humiliated me, I could not deny that the idea suddenly excited me a little as well. I crouched, spreading my legs. As soon as the heavy handles hit the ground the cruel tugging on my nipples eased and I breathed a sigh of relief. I lifted my breasts and began to lick them. Ever since I had to bare my breast by wearing the 'slut shirt', it seemed that the males somehow managed to get some of their seeds on my breasts almost every time they mated with me. My nipples were hard well before my breasts were clean. I did my best not to obstruct the males' view. They resumed their discussions, now about more general and less unpleasant topics, but I could tell that they were watching me, even if they pretended not to. While I loved the taste of a male and his seed, the dried gunk that now stuck to my fur was a different matter, and rather disgusting. But I kept at it obediently. I had just extended my left leg and licked at the fur on the right side of my still (or again) wet slit when Tony returned. He deposited the requested items on a side table and then he stared at me. I licked my lips suggestively and then returned to my task. He stood there, almost transfixed as he watched me. The baron had to tell him to leave twice before he finally saluted and left. At first I was pleased by his attention, but then I began to wonder if I had made a mistake or not. If he liked to watch me do this so much, he might make me do this again in the future. I was not keen on that. On the other paw, anything I could do to attract him to me might come in handy at some point. It took a while to lick my body clean. My face and head were a little more difficult. I could lick my nose and most of my cheeks, but for the rest (and there was quite a bit of 'gunk' on my face and in my headfur) I had to use my paws. Lick the palm and fingers to get some spit on them, wipe fur, lick the 'gunk' from the fingers, get them wet again and repeat. Eventually I judged myself to be clean and stood up. A little reluctantly as the cruel tugging on my nipples resumed as soon as I did. The discussion stopped again and they all turned their faces to look at me. When they did not say anything, I asked, "Master?" "Yes, Tail?" "Could you tell me if I am clean? Without a mirror I can't really tell if I missed a spot." He considered me for a long moment and then commanded, "Come here." I walked around the table and stopped next to his chair. Walking with the chains dangling was even more painful than standing still. He examined me, told me to turn around a few times and then declared that he was satisfied. Then he commanded, "Bring the manacles." "Yes, Master." I walked over to the side table gingerly and picked them up carefully, balancing them on my paws carefully. We were not allowed to grasp such items in a way that might look as if we wanted to use them. Then I returned to where he sat. The baron let me stand there for a bit, savoring the wine in his glass before he returned his attention to me. At his command I turned around and held my paws behind my back. He closed the manacles around my wrists and snapped them shut and closed the locking latch. These were 'nasty' manacles, which meant that they had spikes on the inside. The spikes were not particularly long or sharp, but enough that they would hurt a lot if enough force was applied. Thankfully the cuffs now on my wrists were large enough that just wearing them was unpleasant but not really painful, though that could change in an instant should I try to struggle or if someone pulled on them. I thanked Tony silently for selecting a pair that was loose enough that it did not hurt a lot. The baron felt me up for a few moments and squeezed my ass cheeks and then he sent me off with a stinging slap on the rump and told me to return to my place at the foot of the table. I did as ordered and waited while they talked about the affairs of the castle for a few more minutes. Magda served them small glasses of liquor and the males toasted to the health of the king. And with that the meal was over. They licked each other's faces (among most furs and especially canines it was normal behavior to lick friends and family members in greeting) and said their goodbyes. Then they left one by one until only Magda, the baron and I were left. He walked over to the side table and told me to come there. At his command I turned around and he opened one of the cuffs. I turned around again and he cuffed me once more, this time with my arms in front of me. He told me to hold them out and then he deposited the spreader bars on my lower arms and told me not to drop them. There were three bars of different lengths, they were about two, three and four foot long. I fixed them in the crook of my arms as I did not dare to touch them with my paws. The baron grabbed the handles at the end of the chains. Holding both in his left paw, he turned to leave and began to walk. I followed him, of course. Magda closed the door behind us. The two soldiers fell in behind us and followed us as they would take up stations at the entrance to the baron's private rooms to guard him.

We climbed up two flights of stairs before reached the top floor of the central building where the private rooms of the baron were located. They were rather modest, he only claimed one bedroom and a small study. Of course it was only modest by comparison, the bedroom alone was larger than the house in which my family lived. He did not need a lot of room as he was very active in the management of his goods and spent a lot of time training with his soldiers and such. Most of the rest of the floor was taken up by his wife's suite of rooms, which I had failed to clean satisfactorily only a short time ago. We all referred to them as the lady's rooms, but in truth they were of course more the family rooms and the baron often shared his wife's bed there. Of course if the rumors were to be believed, the marriage was less than perfectly blissful and the baron spent many a night in his own room, usually with one of the slaves. Or an unfortunate servant awaiting her (or his) chastisement at the morning assembly the next day. The two suites of rooms were on opposite sides of the small central yard which was surrounded by arcades. The baron unlocked the door to his room, released the handles from which my chains hung and let them drop. I winced in pain but managed to remain silent. At his bidding I entered the bedroom. I saw the two soldiers take up stations in front of the door before the baron closed and barred it. He led me to the bed where he deposited the spreader bars. Then he retied my paws behind my back once more. I followed him to where he kept the chamber pot. It was a fancy model, fastened to the underside of a chair with a large hole in the seat so that one could use it sitting down, rather than have to crouch. He removed the cover and told me to do my thing. By now my bladder was painfully full. The last time I had visited the outhouse had been just after lunch. After that I had been busy cleaning or entertaining my male visitors. I had planned to relieve myself before dinner, but then Mistress Agatha had found me slacking. I did my thing while he watched, which was quite embarrassing. Then we changed places, only I had to face away, spread my legs and bend forward so he could feel me up while he sat on his throne. When he was done I had to kneel while he presented his tailhole to me. I licked at it obediently. The taste disgusted me, but I did what he wanted. During my first serious punishment, when he had first told me to do this, I had balked at first. He had then told me that he had asked if I would prefer to be whipped instead and I had quickly given in. We returned to the bed where I had to kneel on the rough mat at the foot of the bed, where I would spend the night. A fur who was here for punishment always spent her night there, always restrained in some way. I had to kneel, facing the foot of the bed and raise my rump. The baron picked up the spreader bars and tested them on me. The short one was discarded quickly and after a bit of testing, the long one as well, thankfully. With it my legs were spread so far that my knees and hips had begun to hurt. If I had to spend the night like that, I would probably not have been able to walk come morning. He locked the cuffs around my ankles and warned, "Don't come, Tail, or you will be punished." "Yes, Master." I waited while he took off his clothes and hung them on the pegs and such reserved for them. He sat down on the bed in front of me and looked at me expectantly. Knowing what he wanted, I shuffled forward a bit, bent down further and began to lick his cock, which was already partially hard. Under my ministrations he began to grow quickly. I did my best to get as much spit on him as possible to make the next part as painless as possible. When he was fully hard, he told me to stop and stood up. I scooted back with some difficulty. At his command I leaned forward until I fell over and my face touched the mat while my ass was raised high into the air. I raised my tail as well, knowing that he wanted me to invite him to use me. My master and owner went down on his knees behind me. He grabbed my hips and pulled them a bit closer while his thumbs spread my tailhole a bit. I grunted in pain when he forced his way into me. Once my muscles loosened and the initial pain dissipated the massage my rear entrance became quite pleasant even if he used more force in his thrusts than I liked. I did not object to being used in this way, but normally I insisted that the male make some effort to make it pleasant for me as well, such as pleasure me by sticking his fingers in my cunt. Not this time, of course. As I was forbidden to come, I did my best to keep my arousal in check as I knew myself well enough that to know that there was no way that I could hide the fact that I had climaxed. Nine times out of then I could be heard through a closed door, if not several when I came. Despite (or possibly because of) the humiliation of the situation, my master's efforts aroused me quite a bit, but I was never close enough that there was any real danger that I would climax. After a while he grunted and filled my rear entrance with his cum into. A few more thrusts and squirts and then he pulled out. He stood up and helped me back up on my knees. He sat down on the bed once more and I shuffled forward again. Once more I licked his male parts, this time to clean them. It was not a particularly pleasant task, but it was not really bad.

Once I was done the baron stood up again and I had to scoot backwards again. And then I had to raise my ass again while my head and shoulders rested on the mat. He reached for the chains connected to my nipple rings and pulled them tight before he wrapped them around the spreader bar and my ankles and feet. That left me in a very uncomfortable position. He covered me with a thin blanket, which had a large hole that left my rump uncovered and my tail sticking out. Finally he tied a piece of string around my tail near the tip and tied the other end of the string to my collar. He smacked my ass several times, hard enough that my shoulders slid forward and suddenly the chains tugged painfully at my nipples. With some effort I managed to move my shoulders back a little to relieve the pressure. But as I soon found out, it was a constant struggle as the position I was in pushed the shoulders forward slowly. My master warned me not to make any noise and then wished me a good night, though he undoubtedly knew that I would have a very uncomfortable night. I heard him move around the room and do various things, I could not see anything as my head was almost below the bed, so that the only thing that I could see was the dark space and a bit of the frame. I did not dare to turn my head to try and see more. Eventually he climbed into the bed. I heard him shift around several times and then he fell asleep. I did not sleep much if at all. I dozed off a few times but as soon as I did, my shoulders slid forward a little too far and the sudden pain from my protesting nipples made sure that I was wide awake once more in short order. Since I could not sleep, I had a lot of time to worry and to think. I had been here three times already and today was the worst by far. The baron had used me in the same manner each time and I had to clean him afterwards, that much was not unusual. None of the other furs who had been here for punishment had talked about it openly (neither had I, having been forbidden to say anything), but there had been plenty of whispered rumors. From what I had heard, and from my own experiences, the baron seemed to really like to use a tailhole for his pleasure and he did not care if it belonged to a male or a female. Not just to deny them pleasure, but because he really enjoyed using them this way. From what I heard, he even did that when he 'invited' a slave or servant for mutual pleasure, though in this case he usually gave them pleasure in some way as well. The first two times I had been shackled to the feet of his bed with chains that were long enough that I could curl up and get some sleep, even if it had not been pleasant to sleep on the cold hard floor with only a thin mat between my body and the stones. The third time I had to kneel but it was in a relatively easy position, so I even managed to sleep a bit. The fact that I was tied up in such an uncomfortable, quickly turning to painful, position did not bode well for tomorrow. The other thing I began to think and then wonder about were my duties last day. I had been in the lady's rooms twice as part of a group to do a quick sweep of the apartment while the lady was eating her meal or otherwise occupied. But today was the first time I had been tasked to clean the apartment on my own. And the longer I thought about it, the more I began to wonder about the whole thing. Generally speaking, Mistress Agatha was strict but fair and she made no secret about what she thought about her underlinings, that is us servants, both good and bad. She acknowledged that I did work hard when I applied myself but she thought little of my reliability and my tendency to lift my tail at almost every opportunity. For her to set me such an important task and to leave me unsupervised for an entire day seemed really out of character. I realized that it had to have been a test for me or even a trap. With that even the timing made sense, as the baron's wife was visiting her mother and would not return for several days, which left enough time for me (or someone else) to get everything in order. The lady of the house was normally nice enough, even to the lowest ranking servant, but only as long as we performed our duties properly. And she insisted that her rooms be spotless, even small amounts of dust were enough to send her into a rage. Which was why the apartment was cleaned whenever she left it for more than a few minutes. With that in thought, I began to wonder why the rooms had been so dusty when I got there. The lady had been away for barely a week and up to that time the rooms had been spotless, or we would have heard about it in great detail, either from Mistress Agatha, or worse, from the lady herself. And I knew that the rooms were checked and if needed cleaned at least once a day when she was abroad. She had returned earlier than expected from a trip once before and had found her rooms in a less than perfect shape. That had been before my time, but by all accounts it had not been pretty. Some of the servants involved still shivered at the memory. Even Mistress Agatha had been punished for failing in her duty to oversee her charges. The only way the apartment could have gotten this dusty was if someone had deliberately spread dirt and dust all over it. I had even wondered why some surfaces had been so dusty while others were pristine but had put it down to the last fur doing a sloppy job. I had known all that and I had still failed the test and fallen into the trap with flying colors. At first I was so angry that I had to struggle not to grind my teeth. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that the fault had been mine. It had not been a particularly difficult test or a particularly devious trap, after all I only had to do the job I was given and I would have passed. Most likely Mistress Agatha would not even have minded much if I had dallied with a male or three, but I had overdone it. The accident with the carpet had surely not been planned but it had given them an excuse to punish me much more harshly. And try as I might, I saw no way to avoid or even lessen the punishment I was about to receive. Anything I could come up with was unlikely to help but much more likely to make things worse. The baron put great stock in truthfulness, reliability and the ability to take responsibility for one's mistakes. And for the most part he even practiced what he preached himself. I could tell that I had earned a little bit of his respect when I took full responsibility on myself rather than try to implicate others as well. I had no idea if and how much difference that would make, but it would certainly not hurt. On the other paw, trying to make excuses could easily get me in a lot more trouble unless they were believable. But try as I might I could not come up with anything useful. There were some points I could raise that might lower my punishment, but I doubted that they would help much and just bringing up such minor points could make it look as if I was desperately trying to get out of my deserved punishment rather than take responsibility. In the end I decided not to do anything. I thought about these matters for a long time, but that still left way too much time for me to kill, mostly by worrying. And as much as I tried to avoid it, my mind kept returning to the conversation about methods of torture I was forced to listen to earlier. Sometimes I could almost feel my fingers slip into the thumbscrews or the like. It did not take long before my paws and feet were dripping with cold sweat.

As much as it had seemed to last forever, the night ended eventually. The sounds of the night slowly turned to those of the day as birds began to sing and such. I heard the baron begin to stir. I could hear him turn around a few times but he continued to sleep. Then he woke up suddenly and within moments he was out of the bed. I hear him stretch and then he rang a small bell. A few moments later the door opened and someone entered. I could not see anything, but I thought I recognized the footfalls as one of the female slaves, a cat if I heard correctly. As she approached the bed, I could see her feet. I had been right about her being a feline. She bent over the bed, I could hear the noises and see the underside of the bed shift. The baron stepped behind her and moments later I could hear her sudden intake of breath as he entered her. I could not tell if he used her tailhole or her cunt, but from the noises she made she seemed to enjoy what he did to and with her. From what I had heard the baron always woke up with a sizable log of morning wood and always used one of the slaves to get rid of it unless he had spent the night with his mate or someone else. The sights and sounds of their mating excited me a lot, but not nearly enough to climax. The baron grunted as he came and the female cat made a little hissing moan. It was barely audible, but I could tell that she had climaxed. A moment later the scents that now filled my nose completely confirmed it. A short while later he pulled out and then she knelt in front of him, presumably to clean him. He had positioned himself so that I could only see her thigh and it irked me a little that I could still not tell which of her holes he had used. She stood up and walked to the door and opened it a little, then she returned to help the baron dress. Heavy footfalls followed her and two guards entered. My escort, it turned out. They pulled away the blanket. One of them knelt behind me and unwound the chains from my feet. Then he opened the cuffs of the spreader bar. A few moments later the manacles were opened as well and they commanded me to stand up. After spending so long in this painful position my legs refused to work at first, so they helped me up. They grabbed my arms and led me outside. As soon as my steps became more certain they released my arms and grabbed the handles at the end of the chains instead. Thankfully they walked slowly, but it was a struggle to keep up, at least at first. Navigating the steep stairs was particularly difficult and I would not have managed it without the handrails. By the time we reached the servants' hall I had my legs under control again.

We entered the servant's hall and the guards released the chains and pointed wordlessly at the mat in the corner. Knowing what they wanted I knelt there. Only moments later the first furs began to get up and formed a queue to spank me. I looked over my left shoulder and thanked each one for their effort. The slaves brought up the rear and added their efforts. When they were all done I was wide awake and my ass was on fire. I turned my head forward again when one of the female slaves brought a small bowl. It contained only a little water, which I lapped up eagerly. It was barely enough to wet my mouth. I only had a minute or two of rest before I heard the guards approach again. I looked at them over my left shoulder while they spanked me and thanked them. They told me to stand up, grabbed the chains and led me outside. I sighed when I realized where we were going: to the outhouses. To avoid making a mess, the baron insisted that anyone empty her or his bowels as much as possible before she was subjected to a serious punishment. For the really bad cases he made sure of it. We stopped in front of the first door and one of the guards handed me a small flagon and told me to drink. I obeyed and made a face as the foul tasting liquid filled my mouth. I swallowed and then hurried into the first stall and sat down in a hurry. The guards closed the door. They enjoyed watching my naked body, I could tell from their scents and the bulges in their pants, but I guess they did not care to watch the next part. Within moments my belly began to make weird noises and then my bowels opened. I would have preferred not to remember the next quarter of an hour or so. By the time my guts finally calmed down a little, I felt like I had been kicked in the belly by half the soldiers in the castle and I had probably lost ten pounds of weight if not more. When I was reasonably certain that my bowels were completely empty I cleaned myself with the straw and leaves. One of the guards opened the door. I stepped outside and they grabbed the chains and led me away. A minute later we reached the platform that the baron used for these morning assemblies and public punishments and such. A few furs were already waiting. There were two whipping posts on the platform. Shackles could be used to tie a fur to one of them or between them as needed. I had noticed two sets of shackles connected to the very bottom of the posts as well as a pile of old blankets, something I had not seen before. The guards led me to the whipping posts, made me stand between them, facing the (soon to arrive) crowd and connected the chains to hooks set into the poles. They shortened the chains until I had to stand exactly in the center between the poles and my breasts were pulled apart. Not quite enough to cause actual pain, but the chains were tight enough that they would begin to hurt if I moved more than a fraction of an inch. The two guards took up places on either side and we settled in to wait. These assemblies had been strange to me at first, this was not something we cats did, at least out in the countryside. But I had learned that they were very common among the canines. All the furs living in the castle considered themselves to be part of a large pack and these assemblies strengthened the ties between them. At first I had felt left out but in time I had begun to feel a connection to the rest of the pack. As a cat I felt only a pale shadow of the true strength of the bond, but it did help me feel part of a family at least. Everybody participated in these assemblies apart from the prisoners, furs too sick to leave bed or a few whose duties could not be interrupted, such as the gate guards. But the leaders made every effort not to exclude anyone. The guards were rotated so that nobody missed the assembly more than a day in a row, sick furs were sometimes carried here and all but the worst criminals were brought here in chains at least every now and then. Mothers carried their babies and were accompanied by the other children. During the main event smaller children were usually lifted by whoever had his paws free, so they could see what was happening. As I was going to be punished, I felt somewhat excluded. But while (at least for today) I was the black sheep of the family, I was still a part of that family, and that fact helped me face what was to come. I had to wait quite a while as we had arrived there almost a quarter of an hour early. Slowly the inhabitants of the castle began to arrive. I did not even have to listen to the conversations to know that I was the center of everybody's attention. Everybody must have heard at least some rumors about the events and my failure to please the mistress of servants and the baron by now. Even if they had not, seeing me stand there, chained to the posts was a clear sign that I would be punished for something soon. The more people came the more embarrassed I became. Some of them looked sympathetic but quite a few, males mostly, just leered at me. The first higher official to arrive was the lieutenant in charge of the gate house. He climbed up on the platform, looked me over and then told the guards to shackle my feet. They used one of the sets of shackles at the bottom of the poles. I had to spread my legs wide as the chains between my ankles and the poles were only a few inches long. That only made the leers worse and elicited a lot of comments about how I probably enjoyed myself as I always seemed to like to spread my legs and such. It did not take long before I began to blush furiously. Eventually the bells tolled the hour. By now just about everybody apart from the baron and his advisers were assembled. Mistress Agatha stood at the foot of the stairs and grinned at me. She carried a small satchel that she had waved at me when she had arrived a few minutes earlier. It filled me with dread. I had no idea what was in it, but I had no doubt that it would play an important part in my punishment. The inhabitants of the castle took their places and waited. The soldiers stood in orderly rows on the right (my left) while the other furs stood on the left. The important furs had the best places at the front and in the center. Suddenly a shiver ran down my spine and I recognized the rat brothers as they approached. Just seeing them made my skin crawl. They were rarely present at these assemblies, but they must have heard about my troubles as they usually came to watch punishments. They were twins, at least everybody thought so. Nobody knew exactly what they did for the baron, but everybody was afraid of them. According to the most common rumors they were either poisoners or warlocks who summoned spirits and demons to do the baron's dirty work. Whatever they did, their work left them less than healthy, their fur was mangy and strangely discolored in spots. And they smelled strange in a very unpleasant way. The two were always together. They found a spot somewhere in the center and stood alone as every other fur gave them wide berth. I shuddered even harder when their eyes turned to me and they looked at me with great interest. The hungry eyes seemed to bore into me and then they even licked their lips in anticipation.

The baron's party arrived only moments after the bells fell silent. The baron climbed the steps together with our priest and two guards. He spoke the mostly ritual words of greeting and then began to hand out honorable mentions to those furs whose work had particularly pleased him (or one of his advisors) yesterday. I was not much surprised that Mistress Agatha topped the list for doing her part to keep order in the castle. He only glanced at me for a moment, but I doubt that many had missed this and made the connection: That she was being commended for bringing whatever I had done wrong to the baron's attention. All the assembled furs cheered her. These accolades bestowed by the baron rarely brought any direct tangible benefit (unless the fur in question had done something extraordinary) but helped a fur win favor with her superior, who would often grant her a small request or something. And receiving such an accolade invariably filled the fur in question with pride. I had been received a few such accolades, but not many, and most of those I had received early in my service before I found the pleasures of the flesh. Eventually he was done with this part. Now it was my turn and he turned his head to me, "Yesterday Tail shirked her duties and damaged, possibly even destroyed, a valuable carpet. Father?" The priest approached me and said a short prayer, asking the saints to witness my confession. This was not quite a formal confession, that was supposed to be private, but the next best thing. Lying during a confession or leaving out important facts was considered a terrible sin. I had no idea if that applied in such a case, but I could not take the chance that it might imperil my immortal soul. Besides, being caught in such a lie would bring harsh punishment, much worse than the usual punishment for the crime in question. "Gayle, tell us what happened yesterday." "Yes, Father." And so I began to tell everybody how I had 'entertained' several males yesterday, so many that I ended up not having enough time to do the job I was to do properly and about the accident at the end. I did not give the names of the males in question or go into great detail what we did. But I am sure most everybody knew me well enough to get the picture. I did my best not to look at the males in question, but at least some of them looked so embarrassed that anyone looking at their faces could hardly fail to make the connection. Having to tell everybody about my own failings like this was very humiliating. Eventually I was done and fell silent. After a long moment the baron nodded and confirmed that my story matched what he already knew. The priest thanked me and then said a short prayer, asking the saints to give me strength to face the coming ordeal. Everybody was silent for a moment and then the baron asked, "Is there anyone who would say something for Tail?" Silence. I wasn't really surprised, it was rather rare for anyone to come to the defense of the accused at this late time and few of them would even have to add anything worthwhile in this case. Just about the only one who might have said something was Tony. I was not happy that he kept silent, but I could understand it as he could hardly say anything without implicating himself and getting punished as well. When nobody said anything, the baron asked, "Tail, do you accept your punishment?" "Yes, Master." "Good." He turned away from me for a moment, "Agatha, if you would do the honors?" "Yes, my Lord." She climbed up the stair and stopped in front of me. Then she slowly opened the satchel and removed a large needle. I stared at it, a little perplexed, but also afraid. She produced a long piece of heavy black thread and threaded it through the eye of the needle. She grinned at me, "Well, 'Tail' since it seems that you can't keep your lips together, we will have to help you and sew them up." "What?" I stared at her, still not comprehending. "Not the lips in your mouth. Your lower lips." To make it completely clear what she meant, she made a stitching motion at hip height. At that point I got what she was about to do and panicked. I screamed, "No!" and tried to run. The two guards must have been waiting for this and grabbed my arms almost before I moved. I struggled against them but to no avail, they were a lot stronger than I was, even in my panic. The baron stepped forward and slapped my face. The sudden pain brought me back to reality and I calmed down a little. In hindsight it was really good that the guards grabbed my arms when they did, with my feet shackled and my nipple rings chained to the posts, I would only have hurt myself badly, had I moved. I was still terrified but the animal panic was over. My mind desperately tried to find a way out, but I could not find anything. The baron studied my face for a long moment and asked, "Will you give us any more trouble?" "No, Master." The baron's commanded his two guards to remove the chains from my nipple rings and they did. Meanwhile one of the slave girls climbed up onto the platform and used the blankets to make a pile behind me. I heard the baron say something, but I did not make out what. I could not help staring at the needle in Mistress Agatha's paws. It seemed to get bigger and more threatening with every moment. When the nipple rings were screwed shut once more, all four guards grabbed my arms and forced me to sit down. I struggled against them, but to no avail. As my ankles were still shackled to the posts, sitting forced me to spread my legs obscenely wide. They pushed me down until I lay on my back and pulled me forward until my paws touched my feet. Then they locked my wrists into the second set of shackles before releasing me. I was now completely helpless. I struggled to free myself as my panic grew again but all I could do was rock back and forth a bit and shake my head. I stared up at Mistress Agatha and the needle in her paws.

She knelt in front of me and laid the needle down on my belly. Then she reached into the satchel and withdrew another item, which she showed me. It was another needle or rather a pin. It was short, hardly more than an inch and at one end was a disk with a strange symbol on it. I could not make out more, but just looking at the needle made my flesh crawl and filled me with dread. She held it in her right paw and reached for my cunt with the left one. As her fingers spread me wide I realized where she wanted to stick it. "No! Please! No!" My panic rose sharply and I redoubled my struggles against the bonds, but with no more success than before. She stabbed the needle into my center and I screamed in pain. For a moment my whole world went red from the extreme pain but then a blessed numbness dispelled it. At that moment I welcomed the numbness, but soon I would learn to hate it with a passion. Mistress Agatha released my lips and looked at her right paw. She wiped it on the fur on my belly and with a start I realized that I was quite wet down there and began to blush in embarrassment. But not for long. She picked up the needle and in moments the terror was back. She took her time, smoothing down the thread with a little spit and tied up the end. A part of me wanted her to get it over with, but most of me wanted anything but. Eventually she was ready. She squeezed my lower lips together near the top of my slit and then she stabbed the needle into my flesh. I screamed in pain and it felt as if the tears did not just flow but spray from my eyes. The thread seemed to tear through my flesh, there was a short pause and then another stab of unbearable pain. I struggled with everything I had, but the bonds did not give. After that everything was a haze of pain and terror. I could barely see her leering face from all the tears. I screamed, I cried, I begged for mercy. Strangely enough, at the time everything was in a haze, but once it was over, I could remember each stab clearly, I could even remember Mistress Agatha's face. Even though I could barely see anything at the time. She had grinned when she stabbed the strange needle into my center at the beginning. But now she just looked grim and I realized (much later, when I thought about this) that while she must have cherished the idea of punishing me, she had not enjoyed the actual task once she realized just how much pain she was causing me. But she had done her duty. And then she was done and stood up. She stepped aside and revealed her handiwork to all the waiting furs. I was in too much pain to make much sense of the exclamations and whispers. Some marveled at what they saw, others looked at me in terror. Eventually I calmed down a bit, mostly from exhaustion. After a few minutes one of the nuns who assisted the priest ascended the platform, knelt and spoke a short healing prayer. The pain receded, it never stopped completely, but it became manageable. Unfortunately the now healed wounds began to itch like crazy, as wounds were wont to do when healed with magic. The nun wiped the tears from my face with a handkerchief. Moments later the baron crouched next to her, looked me in the face and said, "See what lifting your tail for too many males earned you." Then he lifted my head. I gasped in shock when I saw my female parts. My slit was completely sealed up, so tight that one could barely make it out. But the black thread was very much in evidence, Mistress Agatha had cross stitched me dozens of times. I began to cry once more. They left me alone for a minute or so and then the baron commanded me to be silent.

The nun wiped the tears from my eyes and face once more and then two guards opened the shackles. The baron told me to stand up in a voice that allowed no resistance. When I stood in front of him, he began, "Getting sewed up was the main part of your punishment, but far from the only one. There will be more, a lot more. I do hope that you learn from this, I do not want to have to come up with something worse. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." After a moment I asked, "Will you take it out again?" "The thread? Yes." "When?" "Hmmm." He considered me for a long moment, "If you insist, I will answer now, Tail. But I am still quite angry with you right now, so you might not like the answer." I swallowed when I heard that. "I will probably be in a better mood later, especially if the carpet can be saved. You might like the answer I give you then better. Well?" I thought about it for a moment. While I was quite sure that he had already decided in this matter, he clearly did not want to tell me now and would make me regret it if I insisted. "I will wait for you to tell me, Master." "Good. Now put on your new clothes." The slave girl carried the clothes. From what I could see, there was not a whole lot to them. The first thing she handed me was a belt, which I buckled on. Next came the trousers, to use the term loosely. They consisted of two trouser legs which were connected by a short piece of string. Each leg had two pieces of string on the outside to tie the trouser legs to the belt. When I was done, my legs were covered from just above the ankle to the hip but everything in between was uncovered, which made me feel even more naked than I had felt while completely nude. The "shirt" was not much better, it did not have a front at all, just two arms and the back. Like the "trouser" the bottom had several strings to tie it to the belt. When I was done the baron had me turn around so that everybody could see me in all my glory. Once I faced him again, he went on, "Tail, you will wear these 'clothes' for a week so that everybody can see what a slut you are. After that we will see if you have learned anything. And you can't hide the marks of shame on your body, of course." "Yes, Master. But why is my ass exposed as well? I have no marks there." "I guess that is true. If you insist that I abide by that rule, I will. We could base-etch the letters 'S' and 'L' on your left cheek and two 'T' letters on your right cheek. Well? Base-etching is a little like branding, but temporary. Signs or letters are drawn on your skin with a caustic substance. It hurts a lot, but less than branding and the wounds heal slowly over the course of a few weeks and disappear eventually. I shivered at the idea of having that done to me, but first I was puzzled why he would use these letters. Eventually I made the connection, but it took me a bit to figure it out. Like almost everybody I can read and write, but not very well. We had to attend lessons given by our village priest, but as I was always busy with farm work I had only taken the required minimum. If the letters were drawn on either side of my tailhole, it would spell the word 'slut' (Note: they spell that word as 'SLOTT'). I blushed when I figured it out. "I have no objection to bare my ass, Master, if you declare that it is important for me." "I figured as much. Consider yourself a slave for the next week. You will perform your duties and please anyone who asks for it. You will answer if someone asks you something. You will obey even the other slaves." "Yes, Master." "In fact, the only words you will speak will be 'Yes, Master' or 'Mistress' as the case may be and 'Please' or 'Thank you'. You may use a questioning 'Master?' if you need him to clarify instructions you are given. You will not say anything else unless given explicit permission. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." After a moment I asked, "Master?" "Yes, what do you want?" "What if I am told to do something that I can't do? Or something that conflicts with earlier instructions?" "Hmmm. In that case, you will use the questioning 'Master?' and hold up a palm. But only if the command is impossible, not just if it is unpleasant or difficult. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, Master." He turned to the crowd for a moment and warned, "If you ask Tail to do something and she agrees to do it, then she also has to do what you told her to do. So don't ask her to bite your cock. If you do she has my full blessings when she really does just that." After a moment I realized that he was waiting for me and I bared my teeth. "Also, do not tell her to do things that endanger her life, maim her or cause her great pain. A bit of pain is fine and if you humiliate her, all the better." Then he turned back to me, "Tail, you will eat all your meals on the punishment mat. Unless someone else is more deserving of punishment, in which case you will eat with the slaves. After you eat your meal, you will clean yourself up, if needed. Cat style." "Yes, Master." "Oh, I almost forgot, here is one more piece for your outfit." He reached into a pocket and gave me a small ring. He waited for a moment before he explained, "This is for your nipple rings. Yea, both of them. Put it in." "Yes, Master." I sighed and unscrewed the right nipple ring and connected it to the ring. Doing the same with the left nipple ring was a bit more difficult and required tugging on it quite hard. And I could really have used a third paw for the task, but I managed it eventually. My chest looked kind of weird with my breasts smooshed together with only an inch or two between the nipples. I was well enough endowed that the constant tugging was not painful, but only barely. "Not bad. I like it. Let everybody see you, Tail." "Yes, Master." I turned to face the crowd. The baron put a paw on my shoulder to prevent me from turning away and asked, "So, who had mated with Tail here. Checked out her goods, took advantage of her lifted tail, whatever you want to call it? Raise a paw if you did." Paws were raised, some quickly, others reluctantly, but few if any dared to disobey a direct order from the leader of the pack, even if it embarrassed them to have to admit it. Well over half the furs facing me raised their paw, not counting the kits, of course. It took only moments before the hard looks and angry muttering began. Quite a few mated furs (or ones engaged to be married) had not told their spouse about their dalliances with me. And it was not only males who got hard looks from their partner, in at least one case it had been the female and in several cases both of them had 'checked me out' without telling the partner. There were also a few surprised parents as well. I do not mate with children, of course, but I do raise my tail for youngsters. I never did more than that, leaving it up to them if they accepted the invitation or not. Quite a few had accepted the invitation. So far I had heard no complaints, quite the opposite. In many cases I had been their first. I knew that I had mated with quite a lot of furs, but I had not kept a tally, so I was a little surprises by how many I had been with. I could not make up my mind if I was embarrassed or proud. After an uncomfortable minute the baron asked, "Yesterday?" I could not see his face but I could hear the raised eyebrows in his voice. There were a lot of embarrassed faces and paws were quickly lowered until only six remained up. I was not quite sure if he had 'forgotten' to add that qualifier by accident or on purpose. After thinking about it for a bit, I suspected the latter. He asked, "So I take it that six males mated with Tail yesterday?" Tony spoke up, "Luke and George would probably also raise their paws, but they are on gate duty at the moment." After a few moments the lieutenant in charge of the gate house detailed two soldiers to spell the furs in question and then we waited. Luke and George arrived quickly and the baron asked them the same question. Their paws came up. I could see that they were reluctant to admit it, but they did not dare to lie. "Eight males in one day? Not bad, eh? Seems you were quite busy yesterday, Tail? Maybe a little too busy?" At that point he stopped and looked at me, apparently waiting for me to answer, "Yes, Master." "You like to be busy with the males, don't you? Females as well it seems?" "Yes, Master." "Then you might even like the next week. You will be very busy, I think. Oh, before I forget, this is for you." One of the guards handed me a wooden paddle. Paddles like this were commonly used for lesser punishments. It was a medium heavy one but with a twist, the word 'SLOTT' had been carved into it, which would make getting spanked with it more painful (and humiliating) than normal. "You will carry this with you the whole week, Tail. Do not lose it. Wear the cord around your head and only touch it with your paws if you can't avoid it. This is not for you to use. Whenever someone is not pleased with your work or service they can use it to punish you. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." I put my head through the loop of string tied to the grip. The baron turned to the assembled furs, "Use the paddle to punish Tail if she fails to please you. But this is not to be used to torture her or punish her for past failings or the like, am I clear?" The assembled furs chorused their agreement. But from the look on more than one face I got the distinct impression that I would not able to please them whatever I did. Or rather, that they would claim I had not pleased them, no matter how much they enjoyed what I did (or what they did to me). "Tail, you will sleep with the slaves. Unless someone wants you to spend the night with them." "Yes, Master." I had spent a few nights in the slave room as a punishment and it had not been pleasant. The 'beds' consisted of a thin mat, barely thick enough to keep the cold from the floor from seeping into your bones and rather thin blankets. Basically the same as the sleeping place at the foot of the baron's bed. It was little wonder that most slaves did their best to find someone, anyone who let them share their bed. "Baron?" A sudden shiver of dread ran down my spine when I heard the squeaky voice, two voices speaking as one. "Yes?" "We would like to spend the night with Tail." "Why don't you ask her?" The four bloodshot eyes turned to me, "Will she spend the night with us?" I shivered again and looked up at the baron with pleading eyes. He gave me a nasty grin and commanded, "Answer them, Tail." The rat twins were one of the few furs in the castle who I absolutely wanted nothing to do with. Just thinking about them made me cringe in disgust. There were of course a lot of furs who were not interested in me, be it that they were happily mated or forbidden to mate with anyone (the priest and the nuns). I did not try to seduce anyone who did not show interest in me, after all there were plenty furs who did. And now I had to agree to not only mate with them but spend the whole night with them. The commands I had received earlier had been perfectly clear on that I could not refuse anyone and could only agree to such a request. So, as much as it galled me, I had to answer, "Yes, Master." "She will come to our room after the evening meal." Even the manner of the rat brother's speech was strange and disquieting, they always referred to themselves in the plural, even on the (few) occasions when only one of them was indicated. And they never used the second person, they always used the third person, even when speaking directly to someone. When I looked up at the baron he gave me a smug grin. Unless I missed my guess completely, he had encouraged the rat brothers to request my services for me as an additional punishment.

"So, Tail, I heard that you don't like to work all that much, don't you?" I really thought the question was unfair or at least misleading. I did not mind working, even working hard, but there were other things that I liked doing a lot more. Still, he expected an answer, and there was only one that I was allowed to give, "Yes, Master." "And you like to spread your legs for any willing male. Or female, for that matter. You do, don't you?" "Yes, Master." "Then you will like the next bit. Until midday your only duty will be to rest here and keep your legs spread. Lie down here." He pointed at the spot between the posts where I had lain earlier. I realized quickly what the rest of my morning was going to be like. I was not thrilled, but had to admit that things could be worse. And there was not anything I could do anyway, so I answered, "Yes, Master." and lay down. While we had been talking the slave had laid a folded up blanket where I had to position my rump, presumably to lift my rear end and make my tailhole more accessible while I lay on my back. Two guards locked the shackles around my arms and legs. They removed the paddle from around my neck and hung it on one of the posts. When I was tied up the baron stepped in front of me and asked, "Tail, would you like to please me?" "Yes, Master." He placed his feet next to my shoulders and crouched. He opened the flap of his trousers, let his male parts pop out and commanded, "Get me hard." "Yes, Master." He was already more than a little hard, dealing with me had obviously aroused him. I lifted my head and began to lick first his sack and then his pole. I could taste the slave who had helped him dress clearly. He had obviously used her after I had left his room. When he was hard, he moved backwards a bit. He grabbed my ass and lifted it a little to give him better access to my tailhole. He leaned forward and then positioned the head of his cock to point at my rear entrance. And then he thrust forward with all his strength. My body slid a little but then the chains arrested my movement before I could move more than a few inches. I gasped at the sudden pain and then he was inside. As usual, when taken so quickly with so much force, the first few thrusts hurt quite a bit but my muscles stretched quickly and the pain faded to be replaced by pleasure. The numbness at my center had dissipated by now and I could feel the needle stuck in me quite clearly. It was strange and unpleasant but not really painful. That changed as soon as he thrust into me. The needle seemed to move around inside me and even though it hurt, it also excited me and my arousal increased quickly. I would have come before the male using me, but for the curse on the needle. As soon as I came close to the climax the numbness began to spread and the pleasure was replaced by a feeling of emptiness and loss. I almost screamed in rage but managed to keep it down to a loud hiss. The sudden wide grin on the baron's face told me that he knew exactly what was happening to me. Suddenly I hated him with every fiber of my being. He kept thrusting into me as if nothing had happened (except that his grin seemed to get wider and wider) and it did not take long before he came. I felt a sudden peak of arousal as his hot jism filled my rear, but not enough to get off. He pulled out quickly, lifted his body and rubbed his cock against my sewed up cunt, spurting cum all over my front. I can't describe how that felt, it was wonderful, my lower lips were as sensitive as ever, and horrible at the same time as I suddenly felt the thread tug at the insides of my flesh and this reminded me of everything I was missing. He stopped, got back up into a crouching position, presented his soiled cock to me and commanded, "Clean me." "Yes, Master." I began to lick his cock. I did not enjoy the taste at all, but compared to everything else, this was barely a nuisance. "Enough." The baron stood up. For a moment I thought that he was finished, but he kept looking down at me and eventually declared, "One more." He crouched again and for a moment I thought that he would use my mouth or have me suck him off, but then he aimed his half-hard cock at my breasts. He thrust it between my squished-together tits and began to fuck them. Once more I was a little torn about the whole thing. The increased tugging on my nipples hurt a little, but other than that the whole thing was surprisingly pleasant. It even aroused me even if it was very humiliating. He made me lift my head and told me to open my mouth a little. He grew harder slowly and every now and then the tip poked my chin or even slid a little into my mouth. Since he had just spent himself, it took a bit before he came again. Unsurprisingly enough most of his cum ended up all over my face. He squirted the last few drops into my mouth, pulled out and wiped his cock on my breasts before he stood up. And then came one more humiliation, he put a paw under my head and forced me to face the crowd. He declared, "That's a good look for her, don't you think. Honest, at least. Don't you think so, Tail?" That got a few snickers and lewd comments and I blushed furiously from embarrassment but had to answer, "Yes, Master." After a moment I remembered that I had to thank him and added, "Thank you, Master." He finally let me lower my head again and grinned down at me, "You were good, Tail. But not perfect." He grabbed the paddle and smacked my ass twice on each side. The slaps stung but did not really hurt, for which I was grateful.

Then, to make my humiliation even worse, the baron invited the slaves to use me. Several of them agreed eagerly and he chose two of them, a male and a female. The two, a canine male and a female cat climbed up the platform. The baron informed them that they could not just use me as they liked, but I had to agree to serve them. With was of course only a formality. I had to answer them and I had been forbidden from answering in any other way than, "Yes, Master." and "Yes, Mistress." I had to agree to it. Having to address the slaves, who were normally the only furs with a lower rank than me as my superiors rankled. The two took off their clothes. Well, 'clothes' in the singular. Traditionally full slaves wore only a single article of clothing (apart from a collar, of course and perhaps accessories like cuffs or a belt). In warm weather (like now) they usually wore a sleeveless shirt that just barely went down past the crotch. Some masters gave their slaves a loincloth or just a piece of string to wear as a belt (so they still wore one article of 'clothing') but the baron did that only rarely and then only as a punishment. In colder weather the shirt would be longer, have sleeves and be made of thicker wool. Only in the coldest weather and when they had to work outside in bad weather would they get other items of clothing like a cloak or pants. They would get boots if they had to work on difficult ground. Brock, the male, presented his cock to me and I began to lick him. He did not taste particularly good, like all the slaves they did not get to wash very often. Meanwhile Lina, the female, amused herself by feeling me up. My lower lips and the thread that now sewed them together seemed to interest her in particular. Her touch was not all that unpleasant, but it kept reminding me of my shame. And even with my slit mostly closed off she must have been able to smell my rising arousal. The needle in me seemed to move with her every touch. When the male thought himself hard enough they changed places. He pulled my tailhole wide and began to fuck me hard. Thankfully I was still stretched and lubricated so the pain was minimal, even at first, and after that it just felt good. Meanwhile the female almost sat on my face and I began to lap at her gaping slit. Playing with me had aroused her. She grabbed my ears and used them to turn my head this way or that to control where I licked her. But it did not take long before she simply pushed my muzzle into her slit to make me thrust my tongue deep into her. As with the baron, who had used me before, I became aroused quickly and came close to cumming but then the numbness overcame that, leaving me even more frustrated than before. The male shot his load into me and kept going. I finally got the female off and she came with a loud screech of ecstasy. I lapped up her juices as quickly as I could but she forced my head back and stopped me by poking a claw at my tongue. Then she moved my head around, spreading her juices all over my face. She grabbed a pawful of my hair and used it to wipe her insides. She stood up and the male took her place to present his cock for cleaning. I licked at him until he stood up. The baron looked down at me expectantly until I realized that I was supposed to thank them. Suddenly my face heated up but I did what I had to, "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Mistress." Both declared that while they had enjoyed themselves, they had not had as much fun as they would have liked, so both spanked me. They hit a bit harder than the baron had, but not so hard that it hurt much.

The baron sent them away and called up the second pair of slaves, so they could use me. This time it was Walt, a male canine and Miriam, a cat. Miriam was considered the lowest ranking slave and always got the most unpleasant duties. She had originally been sentenced to hang but had managed to beg the baron to spare her. As soon as I saw her nasty grin I began to get a bad feeling. To be honest, I could not blame her (much) for wanting to get a little revenge. On several occasions when I had not found a willing male I had availed myself to her services. I had not hurt her (much) but I had not been nice to her either. As best as I could tell, having to service another female was very humiliating for her, particularly in public. Of course I had forced her to do just that after she failed to please me properly on the first try. The two whispered something to each other and then undressed. Miriam grinned down at me and asked, "So, Tail, are you so desperate to get a little tail that you will even beg a slave for it?" That got a few laughs and snickers and I blushed furiously. The baron gave me a warning look to remind me how to answer. I barely managed not to grind my teeth in anger. My impotent glare only made her grin harder and then I had to speak, "Yes, Mistress. Yes, Master." "Really?" "Yes. Please, Mistress." She whispered something to the male who had been stroking his meat while we talked. He chuckled and crouched over my belly. Rather than use my tailhole, as I had expected him to do, he thrust his cock between my breasts. A moment later the female knelt, facing him. I could not see what they were doing, but it sounded as if they were smooching and groping each other. She had positioned herself quite deliberately so that I could lick her sex, but only by practically sticking my nose up her (stinking) tailhole. Much as it disgusted me, I had to please her or face further punishment. To make things even worse for me, she began to fart, deliberately for sure. Despite the disgust I felt (it was probably a good thing that my stomach was empty) I began to get aroused quickly. It seemed that the needle stuck in my center moved around on its own volition. Strangely enough, the whole thing was weirdly pleasant and satisfying. Somehow it felt as if the two were making love and I was somehow part of it. The pleasure ended when the male grunted and came. Not because I got his seed all over my chest and throat, I did not mind that much, but because a few moments later the cursed needle seemed to have determined that I was having too much fun and doused my arousal with numbness. I redoubled my efforts to get the female off and she came a short while later with a loud squeal of pleasure. She commanded, "Stop." so I stopped licking. I heard her whisper something to the male and a moment later he stood up. Then she began to lick him noisily. Within moments I began to feel jealous of her, somehow I felt that I should have been the one to lick the male's cock clean. And then it got even worse. Miriam twisted her body and looked down at me over her left shoulder and asked, "Tail, would you like to lick my hole?" I almost threw up at the thought but saw no choice but answer, "Yes, Mistress." She chuckled, "'Tailhole' indeed. What a dirty slut you are. Aren't you?" She wasn't the only one who found that funny. "Yes, Mistress." She looked incredibly pleased with my humiliation, "Enjoy." To make sure everybody could see that I actually licked the most disgusting spot of her body, she raised her hips so that I had to lift my head as far as I could to reach the center of her ass with my tongue. She went back to licking the seed off her fellow slave's cock. Only moments after I began that disgusting task the numbness at my center suddenly dissipated and moments later the needle began to move around again. And I was getting aroused! My humiliation increased with every moment and soon I wished that I could just die. Eventually the male was clean and he stepped back. I breathed a sigh of relief when Miriam stood up. But she got in a final dig. She sniffed loudly and then leaned forward and touched the bottom of my slit (where Mistress Agatha had left a small hole so I could pee). She licked her finger noisily and turned to me, "Licking me got you hot. You liked my 'Tail' hole, didn't you?" My muzzle felt hot enough to fry eggs on, but I had to answer, "Yes, Mistress." She muttered, "Dirty slut." just loud enough to be heard. Then she stepped away from me and picked up her shirt. She stopped suddenly as if she had remembered something and dropped the shirt again. "You may have enjoyed licking me, but I did not enjoy getting licked." She picked up the paddle and hit my ass several times and quite hard. The male looked at me and then thankfully declared himself satisfied. They looked at the baron for permission and then put on their clothes and left.

The baron held up a paw, "Now, this is supposed to be a punishment for Tail. It's fine if you are a bit nasty to her, but don't overdo it. Understood?" Everybody indicated their agreement. "Good. Then that's it for today. Back to work, everybody!" He clapped his paws, indicating the end of the morning assembly. Most furs left after that. Some hurried away, others lingered a bit to chat with someone they would most likely not see again during the day. I had a few minutes of rest before the first male, one of the soldiers came to 'entertain' me. He asked is I wanted to get fucked in the ass, to which I agreed, of course, since I had to. To be honest, I would most likely have agreed to such a request under normal circumstances as well. I would have tried to talk him into using my pussy instead, but most of the time I did not try all that hard. He examined my sewed up lower lips and then let me lick him until he was hard. Then he fucked me. He was not particularly rough, but he was not gentle either. As before the needle drove me crazy, first it aroused me and then numbed me just before I could come, leaving me very frustrated. He filled me with his cream, squirted more of it on my belly and chest and then 'let' me clean him. Rinse and repeat. I was never alone the whole morning. And there was always at least one other fur watching me get used. Usually there were between two and four furs around, one or sometimes two of whom were using me. Most of them were males, but there was the occasional female as well. The watchers invariably commented on my performance or asked questions to humiliate me. They used me in all possible ways. I stopped counting after long. Many used my tailhole and soon I was so well stretched and lubricated that I felt hardly any pain, even if they were rough. Though by the end of the morning I was getting quite sore down there. Some told me to lick or suck them off and some just told me to open my mouth and then fucked me, often by holding my head by the ears. That was the most unpleasant manner in which I was used. And quite a few used the hole between my squashed together tits. Usually I had to watch the tip, so that the seed hit me full in the face. Some wanted me to keep my mouth open while others forbade me from doing that. And a few used my tits in the other direction, fucking me so that their balls slapped against my snout with every thrust and the seed ended up on my belly. And I had to lick the few females who wanted me to please them, of course. Most of them I could lick from the front, which was more pleasant, but a few turned the other way so that I had to stick my nose into their stinky hole to be able to reach the sensitive parts with my tongue. And each and every time the cursed needle brought me close to a climax only to numb me just before I could come, leaving me more frustrated with each missed climax. As far as I could tell, the needle slowly learned my body's reactions. Apparently the better it knew my body, the closer it could let me get to a climax without the risk that I might actually reach the peak. I had to agree, even beg, to be fucked and I often had to give humiliating answers to questions like the ones Miriam had asked. And afterwards I had to thank them for using me. About two thirds of the furs who used me pretended not to be satisfied with me, so they had an excuse to spank me. Thankfully few of them hit hard, but soon my ass burned and glowed bright red (I could not see it, but several of the furs watching me commented on it). In quite a few cases the main complaint was that they could not use their favorite hole for their pleasure. I found it quite unfair that they punished me for not letting them use my pussy as that was hardly my fault. Well, one could of course argue that it was my fault, if one really wanted to, after all I had earned the punishment. Still, my fault or not, since they were not satisfied with me, they could spank me.

And then the bells finally tolled the noon hour. The male who was using my mouth at the time kept thrusting until he came and shot his load into my mouth. I licked him a bit and thanked him. He and another guard, who had been watching opened the shackles and helped me stand up. I needed the help, at first my legs refused to work properly as they had been forced wide so long. By now the fur on my front was soaked with male juices and caked with dried cum from my crotch to the top of my head, including most of my headfur. The fur who had just used me offered to 'accompany' me, and led me to the outhouses. My tailhole was so sore that every step hurt. I relieved myself with some difficulty, because most of my slit was sewed up and my ass hurt so much that sitting was quite painful. When I was done he led me to the servant's hall. The mistress of servants greeted me and asked me if I had fun on my day off. To be honest, I could not say that I had a lot of fun, even if much of it had not been really bad, but I had to answer, "Yes, Mistress." "Good, because you are going to be very busy the rest of the day. Now eat." She pointed at the punishment rug and again I answered, "Yes, Mistress." I walked over there and knelt with my head in the corner and my ass raised high. I looked at her over my left shoulder. She gave me the ritual slaps on my rump and I thanked her. The rest of the servants and slaves had already began to queue up behind her and added their efforts to 'help' me learn from my mistakes. My ass was already tender when they began and by the time the last one finished it was burning with pain. They only used their bare palms and few of them hit me with much force, but there were a lot of them. I received a small bowl full of very watery gruel. I wasn't very hungry, but the liquid was welcome. When I was done, Mistress Agatha wrinkled her nose and told me to clean myself. So I opened the left nipple ring and began to lick the soaked fur on my breasts. As much as it embarrassed me, I had to face the crowd, who enjoyed watching me. I spent the rest of the lunch break trying to lap all the cum out of my fur. I managed to clean my body but the break was over before I could make much headway cleaning my face and headfur.

After the lunch break I spent the rest of the day working. Menial work, mostly carrying stuff here or there. I was interrupted several times by males (and once by a female) who wanted me to pleasure them. As I was not allowed to refuse them I had to do as they asked. At first I was glad for the short breaks, but soon I found out that I had to work all the harder the rest of the time to make up for it. But as hard as I worked, I always fell a little short. Not enough to earn any serious punishment, but enough to have to submit to a scolding and a spanking with the paddle which I had to carry with me. I could feel the cursed needle whenever I moved around, which kept me horny all the time. And of course each failure to climax left me more frustrated. Slowly the 'encounters' with the males became more of a nuisance than anything. As the day wore on, I slowly received the impression that all these 'encounters' were carefully planned. There were never so many that I could not perform my duties but always enough that I fell a little short. Once I got that idea, I suddenly saw how the constant stream of males who had used me during the morning fit into that picture. There had always been at least two but never more than five or six furs with me during the whole time. It just seemed too consistent to be a coincidence. I got spanked several times, but there were long pauses between so my rump had time to cool off and mostly stopped hurting. All the males (and the female) who used me did their best to get their juices all over my fur. Even those who used my tailhole made me lie on my back rather than just bend me over a table. But with only five encounters I remained relatively clean, at least compared to how soaked my fur had been this morning. The worst thing about the afternoon was that by dinnertime I was exhausted. I spent most of my time hurrying this way or that, usually carrying heavy stuff. So I was quite happy when the bells rung to indicate the traditional end of the work day, even though the evening meal would not be particularly pleasant. I used the outhouse and then headed for the servant's hall. Dinner went as expected, I knelt on the punishment rug, held still while every fur present gave me a few slaps on the rump and then I thanked them. Then I ate my meal, a large bowl of watery gruel. This time it contained some 'meat', well gristle and other less appetizing parts rather than anything normally thought of as meat. Typical slave food, i was less than tasty, but it filled my stomach. Then I began to clean myself. I was getting more and more used to the taste of partially dried cum so this activity, while humiliating, was actually quite pleasant. For a moment I was almost happy. But then I remembered that I would have to serve the rat brothers soon and dread filled me. I managed to clean myself pretty well, but I could not get everything out of my headfur. A few minutes before the end of the hour mistress Agatha commanded Miriam to take me to the rat brothers. Miriam grabbed the paddle which hung around my neck, told me to follow her and led me away. Having to obey the lowest ranking slave was extremely humiliating. But I had to admit, selecting her for the task made sense as she was one of the few furs who were allowed (or in her case forced to) enter their room and even the workshop. Cleaning those rooms and serving the rat twins' pleasure was one of her duties. Which meant that she was one of the few furs who had seen the workshop from the inside (and lived to tell the tale). Or not tell, the baron had forbidden her to tell on pain of death or worse and had also forbidden everybody else to ask her about it. We reached the door much to soon for my liking. Miriam gave me a nasty grin and said, "Have a 'pleasant' night, slut." "Yes, Mistress." Then she knocked on the door, hurried away and watched me from the end of the short corridor. The door was unlocked and opened moments later.

One of the two rats looked at me. He began to grin and squeaked, "She is here. She come in!" It took me a moment to realize that the last one was a command for me to enter, expressed in their weird way. I obeyed with some trepidation. As soon as I was inside the rat closed and locked the door. And barred it as well. A shiver ran down my back as soon as the door was shut. I turned around. What I saw did not nothing to dispel my fears, just the opposite. It was a sizable room for two people, but compared to those of other important furs it was not particularly large. The most harmless item in the room was the bed, sized for two. There were two cupboards and several chests. Shelves covered most of one wall and were filled with tomes and scrolls, bottles and other items whose function I could not discern. Between the two windows stood a large desk which was covered in scrolls and opened tomes. In one corner stood a skeleton. No, it hung from a peg. It must have been from a fur, but at first I could not tell which race it was from, but then I noticed the teeth, which looked horribly like a cat's. A whimper of terror escaped my lips when the thought that the baron might give me to these two and I might end up this way if he was really displeased with me. The second rat had been standing at a lectern but turned to me. The two examined me with their eyes for a minute and then the second rat began, "Tail will take off" and the other finished, "clothes and put there." pointing at a dresser near the bed. "Yes, Master." I did as instructed while they watched with their greedy eyes which seemed to glow red. At their command I moved to the center of the room and posed for them. Their strange way of always addressing me in the third person was unnerving. It was even worse when they talked among themselves, they spoke so quickly and in squeaky voices that I could barely understand anything. And they rarely finished a sentence. The poses that they made me assume became more and more embarrassing and soon I found it hard to tell which was worse, the fear or the humiliation. "She come here." And "Tail sit on bed." "Yes, Master." I did as commanded. They made me lie on my back and spread my legs as wide as they could go. And then they began to examine my female parts, my sewed up cunt and my squished together tits. Once more their speech almost made me think that they spoke in a foreign language as I could understand so little. And the touch of their fingers was even worse. My skin began to tingle in a very unpleasant manner wherever they touched me. They seemed to find every inch of my skin incredibly fascinating and I had to lie and suffer through their attention for what felt like hours. They stopped touching me eventually and then spent some time talking among themselves. I think they were discussing what to do with me next.

"She will stand here." "Yes, Master." I stood up and walked to where the rat pointed. It was close to the second door, the one that led to their workshop. Only a few furs had entered this room and, if the rumors were true, even fewer had left it again (alive, that is). I shivered when I realized that I would soon have to enter. The two rats opened one of the chest and removed several items. They returned to me and handed me the first item, a spreader bar, "She will put this on." "Yes, Master." I accepted the rod and bent down to lock the shackles around my ankles. Thankfully it was a short bar, no more than two foot long. "She stop." I froze, with my paws still touching my my right ankle. The two rats began to touch my rear end, my tailhole seemed to fascinate them in particular. After a minute or two they stopped and let me stand up. "She put on." The next item was a leather hood. I examined it and then put it on, more afraid than ever. With it over my head I was completely blindfolded. There was a hole for my mouth and the part that covered my nose had been replaced by sackcloth so that I would be able to breathe. The hood was rather tight and with my ears folded down all noises were muffled. At the bottom was a kind of belt which I locked around my neck like a collar. They took my paws and moved them behind my back. A few moments later shackles were locked around my wrists. Now I was helpless and completely at their mercy. True, I had not dared to refuse their commands, but now I would not be able to defend myself in any way. Moments later the door in front of me was unlocked. It opened with a terrifying creaking noise. Each of them took one of my arms and forced me to waddle forward. Once inside the workroom they steered me to the left and then we stopped. The door creaked shut behind us. The chain that connected the shackles around my wrists rattled and then there were further creaking noises above me and to my right. At first I did not realize what was happening but then my wrists were slowly pulled upwards. I had to bend forward to relieve the pressure. They kept winching until I had to stand on my toes. I whimpered, the position I was in was very unpleasant. And I would soon find that it was very exhausting to stand like this. Rinsing high enough on my toes to relieve the pain in my shoulders put a lot of strain on my calves and exhausted the muscles there quickly. One of them commanded, "She mouth open!" "Yes, mmph." As soon as my lips parted a piece of wood was shoved into my mouth. I felt paws do something behind my neck and quickly found out that they had tied the gag in place, preventing me from pushing it out of my mouth. The piece of wood was not big enough to fill my mouth completely but it muffled what noises I could make. For a while nothing happened. The only thing I could hear was the beating of my heart and the rushing of my blood. Every now and then I thought I could hear some noise or the squeaky voices of the rats, but it was so faint that I could not even tell if I had really heard anything or just imagined it. Suddenly I could hear their voices much more clearly. I could still not understand what they said, but I could tell that the two were standing close to me on either side. The voices changed and became really strange and disquieting, it sounded more like chanting than speech. I twitched when they both touched me suddenly. The fingers moved along my body. One of them touched my ass, circled my tailhole and moved the finger towards my tail. When he reached the base of my tail I raised my tail obediently. For several minutes nothing more happened, except that they continued to chant while the fingers explored my body from the neck to the middle of my thighs. Suddenly my left breast exploded with pain and I screamed. One moment the creepy fingers had played with my nipple and the next felt as if he had stabbed me with a knife. But the pain faded quickly and I realized that I had not actually been wounded. The spot where he had touched me continued to hurt, but only a little, like a wound that is almost healed. A moment later the needle that pierced my center in me seemed to give a little buzz. I was terrified and for a minute I was very tense, anticipating the next attack. They continued to explore my body, but nothing else happened and I relaxed slowly. Another muffled scream welled up from my throat when my right ass cheek burned suddenly. The rat had slapped me lightly but the touch had burned as if he had pressed a brand against my skin. But like before the pain dissipated quickly, leaving only a faint residue behind. My eyes filled with tears. After a short pause the first rat zapped my belly. This time it felt as if I had been struck by a spark, only a thousand times worse. And each time they hurt me, the needle gave a little buzz and despite the pain I became aroused. They continued to torture me like this for what felt like an eternity. Each attack felt a little different than the others but each time the pain was excruciating for a moment but faded quickly. Then one of the rats stuck a finger into my tailhole and shocked me a moment later. I howled, saw stars and almost passed out from the pain, by far the worst so far. When the other rat ran a finger along my lower lips I was suddenly really glad that my cunt was sewed up and that he could not stick a finger there. He finally zapped me there. It hurt terribly but this time the needle projected numbness, stopping the pain quickly. The rats stopped touching me and I heard them talking for a minute or so. And then my arms were lowered slowly. I breathed a sigh of relief, as it seemed (and I prayed) that the worst was now. They lowered me very slowly, which was needful as my legs were now so tired that I could hardly stand upright.

When my legs worked properly once more (though my calves still hurt a lot) they led me outside, back to their living room. One of them closed and locked the door to the workshop before they unlocked the shackles from my wrists and commanded, "She take off hood and spreader." I opened the leather collar and took off the hood and then unlocked the shackles from my legs. They took those items from me and stowed them in the chest. They commanded, "She kneel" "here." and pointed at the lectern. By now it was beginning to get dark outside and they lit several candles at the lectern. When I came closer I saw that it was a double lectern, so that two furs could read while facing each other. And that there was no dividing wall at the bottom. It did not require a genius to figure out what they wanted from me. I knelt under the lectern and waited. I heard them do something (I could not see them as I faced away from the center of the room) and then approached. He had taken off his trousers and commanded, "She lick." "Yes, Master." I began to lick his strange looking male parts. It was probably good that he could not see my face, I did not like the taste at all. It was not just the unpleasant taste of someone who washed much too rarely but there was a really strange and unpleasant, even unnatural, undertone to the scent and taste that made my tongue and lips tingle in a bad way. A few moments later the second rat began to fondle my rear end with his paws and even poked a finger into my tailhole. And sure enough the needle began to do things to me so that my arousal increased quickly. The rat obviously enjoyed my efforts and he hardened quickly, though he did not get very big. Suddenly he stopped me with a claw on my nose and commanded, "Tail turn other way." "Yes, Master." I turned around to face the other way. As I had expected the rat whose cock I had just licked began to assault my tailhole. He was rough, but thankfully he was not big enough to cause much pain. Soon my tailhole began to tingle like my tongue had and again I was glad that he could not used my sex for his pleasure. The other rat commanded, "She lick!" and presented the finger which he had just pulled out of my ass. I could taste it but did as instructed. Soon he pulled the paw back and commanded, "She no lick!" A moment later he shoved his partially hard cock into my mouth. And then they began to fuck me. Somewhat lazily. They stopped several times to, as far as I could tell, read from a tome and discuss it. Meanwhile I suffered from the delicious torture. Sure their cocks were really unpleasant and disgusting, but the needle made me so hot that I was almost ready to cum the whole time. My mind knew that I would not be allowed to climax, but my body did not and craved the release so much I almost went mad. Somehow the two rats seemed to know how far along I was and they always stopped just before I could come, or more likely, before the needle brought me back to earth by numbing my usually most sensitive parts. The male who had his cock in my mouth poked my snout and nose several times to stop me from sucking him. I was almost relieved when they finally kept at it until they came. I did not, of course. For a few moments the numbness brought a little blessed relief only to leave me even more horny. They pulled out and one of them commanded, "She turn other way." I turned around and then they used me again. Having the soiled cock shoved into my mouth was pretty disgusting. But apart from that little changed, they played with me the same way as before, bringing me close several times before they finally filled me with their cream. The taste of their seed was pretty much the most normal and pleasant part of the whole thing. This time once they had filled me with their seed they spent a long time reading. My position was not particularly pleasant, mostly because their meat still made my mouth and tailhole tingle painfully, but compared to the torture they had inflicted on me before it was almost pleasant, so I was mostly content just to wait. The most difficult thing was not to suck and lick on the cock in my mouth. Not because I wanted to do these things, but simply because it was difficult to keep my tongue motionless for such a long time. If I remembered the bells correctly, they were at it (just reading) for almost a full hour.

And then it was finally time to sleep. They let me stand up (after I cleaned the one who had used my tailhole with my tongue) and told me to lie on the bed. They put shackles on my arms and legs and tied those with ropes to the headboard and foot-board (respectively) so that my head was about two foot from the headboard. They did not pull the ropes tight but did not leave me much room to move either. They blew out all the candles and lay down on either side of me and told me to lie on my side. They had not told me which side, so I just lay on my right (when I am alone I usually lie on that side). It probably would not have made much difference. The rat behind me forced his cock into my tailhole and began to fuck me. Meanwhile the other pushed his male pole between my breasts and did likewise. They fucked me. The one in front of me commanded, "Tail open mouth." and squirted his juice into it a short while later. With that they were spent and fell asleep quickly. I did not. Their weird scent almost made me ill, wherever they touched me my skin crawled and I was almost insanely horny. With their cocks in me my body refused to cool down. It was a terribly long night, even worse than the night before. I think I dozed off a few times, but I could not be certain. Needless to say, I was really glad when they finally woke up. They had me turn around and fucked me one last time and then sent me away. I thanked them profusely. To be honest, I was really grateful to be finally allowed to leave.

I hurried to the outhouse to relieve myself and then headed to the servant's hall. Breakfast went about as expected. I knelt on the punishment mat, collected my spanking, lapped up my gruel and licked myself clean. Well, as clean as I would get that way. And then I waited until it was time for the morning assembly. I can't say that I enjoyed getting punished like this, but it was not as terrible as I had feared it would be. Either I was getting used to it or maybe I was just so glad to have escaped from the rats with all my pieces intact. Perhaps the worst thing about having to kneel in the corner and not being allowed to talk was that I could not chat with the other servants, like I usually did. That was always a lot of fun, I always enjoyed talking about my "encounters" the day before. A few of the other servants were offended, or at least pretended to be (their ears were turned to me the whole time, even on the few occasions when they moved to sit further from me) but most of them enjoyed my stories. And then it was time to go to the morning assembly. When we got there Mistress Agatha told me to get up on the platform. Two of the guards followed me up there. I had to stand between the poles with my legs spread wide and then they locked my ankles in the shackles. Then I had to bend down until my paws rested on the ground. They shackled those to the posts as well, though the chains between the cuffs and the poles were long enough that I could support myself on my paws and feet without falling over. My rump was to the assembled furs and with my legs spread so wide they could see everything I had to show while I could look at them between my legs. The two guards smacked my ass and one of them commented, "Can't keep your legs closes, can you, Tail?" After a moment he seemed to remember that I could only agree with a question and added, "You like to keep your legs spread and your tail up, don't you?" "Yes, Master." They took their places to either side of me. Every now and then they looked down at me and grinned. We had to wait for several minutes before the baron appeared. He climbed on the platform, smacked my rump and commented, "Looking good, Tail." Then he asked, "Did you have fun yesterday?" I glared at him, I definitely did not have fun yesterday, but I had to answer, "Yes, Master." "Really?" He pretended to be displeased by my answer, "We can't have that, this is supposed to be a punishment. Did you slack off? Was anyone displeased with your work?" Once more I had to answer, "Yes, Master." "Tsk, Tsk! You will have to do better. I think ten spanks on each cheek for every time you displeased someone would be a fair punishment. What do you think?" "Yes, Master." "Ali, if you would do the honors? And Lillian." "Yes, Master." Ali was the male fox slave. As a former enemy, and a rather cowardly one at that (he had begged to become a slave rather than face his death with honor) was considered the lowest male slave. The two slaved hurried forward and climbed up the platform where they knelt at the baron's feet. The baron spoke the words of greeting and with that out of the way returned his attention to me. Or, rather to the assembled furs who had not been "pleased" with my services. One by one all the furs who had already spanked me yesterday for "displeasing" them (quite a few of them had been anything but displeased as far as I could tell, and by now I could tell quite well if a male had been pleased with me) yesterday raised a paw and told everybody in what way I had failed to please them. The two slaves took turns executing the punishment. By the time it was over my ass burned. The baron asked, "Well, Tail, do you think this punishment will help you mend your ways?" "Yes, Master." "Then a little reward for the Ali and Lillian is in order, don't you think?" "Yes, Master." "Then have fun you three." The fox, Ali, was only too pleased to do that. And to do me. He quickly stepped in front of me and asked, "Do you want me to fuck your ass?" "Yes, Master." He grinned down at me, obviously happy to be the one to do the fucking for once. Quite a few of the males liked to use him for their pleasure. As far as I could tell, he did not enjoy getting used by a male at all, but as a slave he had to put up with it. He took off his shirt and commanded, "Get me hard, slut!" "Yes, Master." I had to stretch my neck to be able to reach his male parts with my tongue and began to lick him. His scent and taste was quite different from the canines and not particularly pleasant. But not bad enough that I had not used him for my pleasure a time or two. Meanwhile Lillian knelt behind me and poked at my nether parts with her claws. Not hard enough to really hurt, but much too hard to be pleasant. Once more the needle began to arouse me quickly. I could hear Lillian giggle a few times, she obviously enjoyed playing with me. I was sure she would have enjoyed it more if my lips had not been sewed up and she could have played with my insides as well. From what I knew of her, she would have liked to lick as well as poke me. When the fox was hard, the two swapped positions. Lillian crouched in front of me with her legs spread wide, forcing me to lower my head almost to the floor to reach her. She grabbed my head to hold it in place and commanded, "Lick, slut." "Yes, Mistress." I extended my tongue and began to lap at the damp fur around her slit. Her fellow slave grabbed my hips, pulled my tailhole wide and forced his way into me. Then he began to fuck me. He was more than a little rough, but my muscles relaxed quickly, so the pain was not too bad. And my my arousal increased quickly. Lillian asked, "Are you any good with that tongue, Tail?" I stopped licking for a moment to answer, "Yes, Mistress." "Then get me off before Ali comes or I will know that you lied to me and be very angry." I thrust my tongue deep into her gaping sex and licked as hard as I could. I could smell her arousal increase, but before I could make her cum she began to play with me to make me more desperate. She pushed my head away a little or moved her body back so that I could barely reach her with my tongue. Lillian said something to Ali in his foreign tongue which I could not understand. But soon I could tell that he was pacing himself as well. Every now and then Lillian complained about my supposed lack of skill and eagerness in pleasing her. Of course that was not it, I was getting more and more desperate and used every ounce of my skill, but most of the time she held my head so far from her cunt that I could barely lick her lips, let alone her more sensitive inside. They took their time. At some point I think that the baron told them to hurry up. I could not understand what he said clearly but the male sped up and the female let me stick my tongue a little further into her. But she still made sure that I "earned" the extra punishment, I could tell that she was getting hotter, but not nearly close enough. Suddenly Ali grunted and I felt his hot cum fill my rear. This time I almost came as well, it almost felt as if I was already over the top, but the sudden numbness brought me back. It took all my will not to scream in frustration. "Hurry up, slut, the longer you take, the worse your punishment will be." Only when it was undeniably clear that Ali had climaxed first did she allow me to finally get her off. She squealed in pleasure a few times and then stopped me by moving back so that I could barely reach her. While I was lapping at the damp fur around her slit to clean her a little she made a fetching gesture towards the baron and he leaned closer. She whispered something in his ear that I could not hear. He looked down at me speculatively and then began to grin, "Sure, Lillian. But only if she wants to, of course" She grinned at him and answered, "Of course." They let me worry for another minute while I licked her clean before I finally found out what she wanted, "So, Tail, are you thirsty?" For a moment the question stumped me. But then disgust welled up when I realized what she wanted. As I was looking straight at her slit, it wasn't difficult to figure out. I desperately wanted to avoid answering that, but one look at the baron's face convinced me that there was no way around it, "Yes, Mistress." "So do you like to drink my piss? A slave's piss?" I cringed in humiliation but had to answer, "Yes, Mistress." "Then enjoy, slut. Open wide. Maybe close your eyes, just in case you should make a mess." "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress" I opened my mouth and she made me lift my mouth a little higher. I barely had time to close my eyes before the disgusting stream hit my snout. She used little squirts rather than a continuous stream so that I could swallow all of it. Most of her piss ended up in my mouth but she "missed" that target often enough that the fur on my head was quite thoroughly soaked by the time she was finally finished. That took quite a while, she must have been full to the bursting point. It was not unusual that the slaves had to hold it in for long periods, either as a punishment or just to remind them of their low station. If I had to guess, I'd say that she had not been allowed to use the outhouse since going to bed yesterday. Then she was finally done. By now my stomach roiled and I had to struggle not to throw up. While I lapped at the fur around her slit, Lillian wiped the fur around my eyes with a rag so that I could open them again without hurting my eyes. I kind of regretted opening my eyes, the wide grin on her face did not bode well for me. She asked, "Did you like to drink my piss?" I glared at her but had to answer, "Yes, Mistress." "Tasty, wasn't it?" "Yes, Mistress." I breathed a sigh of relief when she stood up. A moment later her fellow slave took her place. Cleaning his soiled cock with my tongue was almost anti-climatic after the disgusting humiliation I had just suffered through. As soon as my teeth were a safe distance from his male parts, Lillian began to spank me. Twenty five slaps on each cheek, delivered with as much force as she could muster. Thankfully she was not all that strong, but it still hurt a lot. By the time she was done tears were running down my cheeks and I was struggling to keep the grunts and whimpers from turning into screams. The two slaves untied me and I had to kiss their feet and thank them for their "services" before the baron sent them off.

I knelt at the baron's feet, looking at all the furs watching us. From the corner of my eye I saw him reach down as if to pet my head but then he reconsidered at the last moment. On one paw I would have enjoyed it if he touched my soiled fur, but on the other it was probably a good thing that he did not. Most likely I would have been blamed and punished for it in some way. He told me to clean my head, so I began to lick my cheeks and then use my paws to clean as much of my face and headfur as possible. Doing this was quite disgusting but I did not dare to refuse. I doubted that I would get the soiled fur clean without water and soap no matter how much I licked it. While I waited there, kneeling with my legs wide apart so as not to hide my mark of shame, he went through the normal business of making announcements and the like. A number of furs where commended for their services. An unusually large number and there were no mentions, let alone punishments, for failing to serve well. More than likely my example scared everybody into doing their best. The final one to be commended was Trixie. The baron actually called her up to stand on the platform. He put his paws on her shoulders and declared, "Any my special thanks go to Trixie. She managed to clean the... gunk Tail managed to get on my wife's heirloom carpet." Then he licked her snout, which in this context indicated gratefulness just short of giving her a medal. "Trixie, I am very grateful for this. I owe you a favor, let me know when you need something." "Yes, Master, thank you." "Tail? You may speak." To say that I was relieved would be the understatement of the century. I shuddered just at the thought of thinking what the Lady of the castle would do to me if I had ruined that carpet. "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Mistress. I owe you a huge favor as well. Whatever I can do, I will." "I believe that Trixie deserves a bit more than that. Tail, will you serve a year for her. You will serve an extra year instead of Trixie. Do you agree to this, Gayle?" I thought about it for only a moment before I answered, "Yes, Master. I agree to serve for an extra year in Trixie's stead." To be honest, I was not not sure how to feel about agreeing to this. On one paw, an extra year of service was a serious punishment. On the other paw, Trixie had saved me from a very bad punishment, perhaps even a fate, much worse than an extra year of service. And the baron had promised her that reward yesterday. I did not dare to deny her that in public. And he was big on the idea of taking responsibility for your actions and, when needed, accept your punishment with equanimity. Agreeing would earn me a little respect in his eyes. It might do me some good, or it might not. But I was certain that if I had refused, he would have found a way to make me regret it. "Tail, make Trixie a promise." "Yes, Master." I crawled over to her, kissed her feet and promised to serve a year in her stead. The baron licked her snout again and sent her back. Everybody cheered her as she descended the stairs. He made a few more announcements. When he was done with that one of the older male retainers asked if I would spend the night with him. I cringed at the thought, while he was nowhere as scary as the rat brothers he was quite unpleasant and someone I usually refused to mate with, but now I had to agree as I was only allowed to say, "Yes, Master." His wife had died a year ago, under somewhat dubious circumstances. From the gossip, she had been anything but happy and he had found his fun with the slaves or servants who did not dare to refuse him. And he had never even tried to hide the fact from his wife, if the stories were to be believed he had often used a slave just before he returned to their room and he had even made her lick his cock with the fur still wet with another female's juices. She, the wife, had fallen down a long flight of steep stairs, broken many bones and died a short while later. By all accounts there had been a look of relief on her face. With that the morning assembly came to an end.

The mistress of servants sent me to the bathroom to wash my face and headfur. She told me to hurry and to report to the kitchen when I was done. So I hurried there and washed myself with cold water and soap. Warming water would have taken much too long and as she had told me to go directly to the bathroom I could not get it from the kitchen. Just as I was about to leave, one of the male servants stopped me and told me to suck him off. I knelt and licked and sucked his dirty cock until he began to squirt his juice. I drank some of it, but he pulled out quickly and the rest ended up on my face and in my headfur. As usual the cursed needle tortured me by almost making me cum only to numb all feelings in my belly at the last moment. I licked him clean and then he finally released me. I hurried to the kitchen. Predictably the head cook was displeased with me because I had taken too much time. Since I had male seed all over my face and could only answer "Yes" she increased the punishment because I had 'fun' instead of working. The only positive thing was that she spanked me herself instead of giving that task to one of the two males working in the kitchen at the time, who would most likely have hit much harder.

The rest of the week more or less went on like this. I spent all the meals on the punishment mat. I was spanked and used, usually by the slaves, at the morning assembly. The rest of the day I worked my ass off, always falling just a little short of the goals set for me. And always because I had to let someone fuck me or suck of lick him or her. I was sure that the encounters had been deliberately planned. The cursed needle never let me get off and each time was a little worse than before and my unsatisfied lust left me a little more frustrated and horny after every encounter. Actually I managed to avoid punishment twice. I relished those times, but they really made little difference, my ass hurt more or less from the moment I woke up until I finally fell asleep. I had to spend the night with males that I was not particularly fond of. They all abused me to some degree but compared to the rat brothers they were almost pleasant. It took me a while to realize, but during the whole week none of the eight males who had used me on that fateful day wanted to be with me. Which was rather unusual as they usually liked to mate with me very much. And of course I liked to raise my tail for them. I rarely met them and when I did they left quickly rather than chat with me. Of course I could not really chat with them, but they did not even stay to look at me or feel me up a little. They did not say anything, but the only reason for their behavior that made any sense to me was that the baron had forbidden them to be with me. None of them seemed angry with me, but it still made me uneasy as I was afraid that they (or at least some of them) would take revenge if they got punished because of me.

At the morning assembly of the last day of my punishment the baron declared that I would spend the night alone and that I would have to refuse all requests to serve anyone after dinnertime. At the end of the evening meal two guards told me that the baron wished to speak with me and took me to his rooms. While they did not tie me up but they grabbed my arms and escorted me like a prisoner. When we got to his rooms they made me kneel facing the servant's entrance. They told me not to move and then left. At least as far as I could tell, I knelt facing the door, so I could not see if they had stayed to watch me or really left. Even now in summer the stones were quite cool and since I had to wait quite a while I began to shiver a bit. And not just from the cold. While I was not exactly terrified, not knowing what would happen to me tore at my nerves. All I knew with any reasonable certainty was that the baron would review my case and decide what further punishment, if any, I would have to suffer. I prayed that he would decide that I had suffered enough. I certainly thought that a week of such frustrated desire and almost constant pain (I had been spanked countless times) was a bit excessive. But then I was obviously not an impartial observer. What made me worry so much was that he had always been so disappointed, even angry, that I had failed almost constantly at the tasks set for me all week loong. At least he had pretended to be angry, he had known that I had been set up to fail. Or had he? Had Mistress Agatha planned the encounters that were the main cause of my failures without telling him and letting him think it was all my fault? After a while I heard footsteps and then the main entrance opened and closed. I had to wait a bit more before one of the guards told me to enter and that the baron was waiting for me in his study.

To say that I was uneasy as I entered the main room would be a gross understatement. I hurried to the door which I assumed led to the study, which was closed. I knocked and was relieved when I heard the baron's voice after a few moments, "Enter." I entered and closed the door behind me and then turned to face the room. The baron sat behind a desk, facing me. He waved a paw and commanded, "Stand." For a moment I wondered what exactly he meant, but then I noticed a wooden board in the center of the room. On it were two metal spots shaped like pawprints and I assumed that was where I was supposed to stand. I walked there, and then, to be sure that I showed enough respect, knelt, pressed my forehead against the floor for a long moment and then stood up again. The two marks were quite far apart, so that I had to stand with my legs spread wide. I asked, "Yes, Master?" and waited. He considered me for a long moment and then sniffed the air loudly. That made me suddenly very intensely aware that I smelled like a whorehouse. Several males had used me today and covered the fur on my face and chest with copious amounts of their seed, the last one just before the evening meal. And the last time I had been allowed to properly clean myself had been yesterday evening. I began to blush furiously but remained motionless. I was somewhat relieved when the baron began to grin. He asked, "You smell like you had fun. Tail, did you have fun?" I had to answer, "Yes, Master." Not because I had a lot of fun, but because I was not allowed to say anything else. "So did you enjoy the last week?" I almost ground my teeth but had to answer, "Yes, Master." "You enjoyed that? Then I'll have to find something worse. This was supposed to be a punishment for you." I stared at him. Just before I began to cry he suddenly grinned, "I was joking. You may talk normally. Tell me honestly how the last week was for you." "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." I studied his face for a few moments to determine if he really wanted to know how I felt about it. As far as I could tell, he did. He generally preferred to be honest about such things. "It was horrible. My ass has not stopped hurting all week. It hurts so much that just the thought that I might have to sit down gives me the shivers. The rats were really bad, what they did to me was more torture than anything. Working was bad as well. I really worked my ass off, I worked so hard. And every time someone used me and took up so much time that I could not finish the job in time. I would not even have minded the spanking, but getting scolded every time for something that was not my fault, for something I had no control over hurt so much. But by far the worst thing is that cursed needle. It got me so hot every time I served someone but never let me get off. I'm so horny I could climb up walls and so frustrated I would do pretty much anything just to get off once. I don't know how long I can stand this, how long I can live like this." "So you're that much of a slut that you'd rather die than live without getting laid?" I thought about it for a few moments before I answered, "Yes, Master I am a slut. I'm not proud of it, but I am not ashamed either. But that is not the point. If you had just sewed me up and forbidden me to mate with anybody, it would have been a real punishment, a really bad punishment, but I could have coped. But like this? I get used at least a dozen of times a day and each time I get close, really close, to coming, but then I don't. And each time it is worse." We looked at each other and I realized that he did not get what I meant. After a bit of thought I went on, "One can live on bread and water. It's not fun, but you can survive. But then somebody invites you to the Midwinter's feast. You don't just get to watch, but get to stick your nose into each dish. You pile a bit of each food you like on a plate. And then, just as you want to take the first bite, someone takes it away and tells you that you only get bread and water. And not just once, but again and again. That's a lot worse." "Aha. Yes, I think I see your point." After a moment he added, "Good." I stared at the satisfied look on his face. Before I could say protest he held up a paw and explained, "Gayle, I get no pleasure from hurting you. But you have to realize how serious this is. And remember it as well. As long as you are my servant, you will do your duty and do it well. If you do not, you will be punished. And each time the punishment will get worse until you perform your duties well enough. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." "What you did was very irresponsible and could have caused a lot of damage. Something like this will not happen again." He seemed to wait for an answer, so I said, "Yes, Master." "I do really hope you will remember this. I have already had to punish you several times for failing to do your duty. The next time the punishment will be even worse. I do not want to have to do that to you, but if you force me to do it, I will." "Yes, Master." "You have worked hard the last few days, so I will take out the thread tomorrow morning." "Thank you, Master. And the needle?" "That as well, of course. But since you forgot your last punishments very quickly, you will serve under new rules, receive a constant punishment, to make sure you remember. These new rules will stay in force for at least a year, more if you cause trouble again." He paused again, obviously waiting for me to acknowledged his words, "Yes, Master." "But I am going to give you a choice, you can choose between two different punishments." Suddenly he smiled, "One of them is for 'Gayle', the other for 'Tail', so to speak." He paused for a moment before he explained, "The punishment for 'Gayle' is this: You will wear this." He lifted the leather item that had lain on the desk. It looked like some kind of leather underpants, though the front was made up of metal teeth. I had never seen anything like this, though I was certain I should know what it was. "This is a chastity belt. You will put it on and when it is locked, nobody can use your cunt. Or poke a finger in or the like. Since it has some holes, you can pee without problem. It leaves your tailhole free, should anyone want to use that. You will wear that and modest servant's clothes (a long skirt, a long sleeved shirt, often with a collar and usually a kerchief). Agatha will have the key to the chastity belt. You will be allowed to take off the belt on your off days and on some nights, depending on how pleased we are with your service, but at most every other night. If you earn any punishment, the belt will stay on for at least three days." When he stopped, I asked, "Will I be allowed to have fun?" "Yes, as long as it does not interfere with your work. Of course when the belt if on, you may not get to enjoy your 'fun' all that much, but if you like to take it up the ass, by all means." "I see." "You may have fun with the slaves, but you will consider them equals when it comes to sex. You can ask them to mate with you, but you can't force them to do anything. This rule will be in effect for the rest of your service, until your debt is paid. And it will also apply if you chose the other option." "Yes, Master." "That was the 'Gayle' option. Now, before I tell you about the 'Tail' option, a question: How do you feel about your nipple rings?" "Then nipple rings?" Before I realized what I was doing, I had lifted my paws to touch the items in question. When I realized what I was doing I hastily lowered my arms again. The 'rings' were not actually rings, but U shaped pieces of metal closed by a bolt-like screw. I thought about them for a bit. "Having them put in hurt like crazy. Probably the worst pain I ever felt. But now I kind of like them. It's a bit embarrassing to have to wear them and to keep my breasts exposed. But the boys like them, they like to play with them and I usually like it when they do, unless they pull too hard. Most of the time it excites me." He grinned and chided, "Slut!" "Yes, Master." "Look here." He opened a drawer, removed something and put it on the table. I could hear the clink of metal but could not see what it was until he removed his paw. It was a pair of 'rings' like the ones that adorned my nipples. I gasped as a sudden rush of fear and excitement hit me like a thunderbolt. The baron grinned and slowly reached into the drawer again and placed a second pair of rings below the first one. And once again and then a fourth time. He paused for a moment and then produced one more item, a short chain with a little bell at the end, which he placed on top of the rings. I stared at the items. The chain had seven links and every other one was placed on a pair of rings. "Like it? I will give you three guesses where those go, and the first two won't count. Well?" I stared at the rings and a sudden shiver ran through me, "My slit?" "Yes." He grinned at me, "Afraid? Or excited?" "Terrified." I did not dare to look away and had to admit, "Yes. Both." I began to blush furiously, admitting this was very embarrassing and humiliating. "Good." "But with the chain there would not be much difference to wearing a chastity belt, wouldn't there?" "Well, it would be similar. But you would be allowed to remove the chain whenever you wanted. Or have someone remove it. I am sure you'll love having a male take care of that chore for you. Wouldn't you?" I blushed even harder. Before I could answer, the baron sniffed audibly and his grin widened, "Just thinking about it almost makes you go into heat, doesn't it?" "Yes, Master." He chuckled, "So that is the big difference. You would have to put the chain back whenever you are working or when you are not with a male. Or a female, for that matter. And of course you would wear a slut suit instead of modest clothes." "I see. And I would be allowed to have fun?" "Yes, you can have fun whenever you want to." He paused for a moment before he added, "But... your work has to come first. Have as much fun as you want as long as you do your duty well. If you don't do your work or do sloppy work then you will be punished. If the reason was that you had too much fun, then you will be punished as if you were a slave. Agatha will be the judge of that. In a serious case we will put the needle back in. The first time only for one day, but if you don't learn your lesson, it will stay in longer." "Yes, Master." His grin turned nasty, "In a really serious I will let the rat brothers play with you." I swallowed, "Yes, Master." "I realize that both options are a bit more of for a punishment than an indentured servant should face, so you would have to agree to submit to either." "What if I don't?" "There is a third option, one that is well within my rights as your master to command you to." "Yes?" "When my wife returns from her trip, probably next week, you tell her exactly what you did in her rooms. And I mean exactly, you would show her where you had fun with the males, where you lay, where he bent you over the table, where you dropped your... gunk. You describe what you did to her in detail." A shiver of terror ran down my spine at that. "We will tell her how I punished you this week. I have no idea if my wife will insist on further punishment for you or not. You will have to take your chances on that. Should she insist, I will do my best to prevent her from getting too... creative with any ideas she might have for further punishment. But she is my wife and the count's daughter, there is only so much I can do. I still want to share her bed, after all. I am sure you understand. Well?" I shuddered at the thought, "Yes, Master. I think I want..." He held up a paw and stopped me from speaking further, "This is a serious decision for you. Take your time before you decide. I will ask you tomorrow morning. To make sure you have enough time to think in peace, you will spend the night alone, in the room for slaves. Understood?" "Yes, Master." On one paw I was glad not to have to decide quickly, on the other paw, he had just ensured that I would likely not get any sleep at all tonight. "One more thing. If you take the 'Tail' option, I will allow you to take your day off tomorrow. But in that case you will remain tied up and anyone who wants can use you." "Like the last time?" "Well, I assume most of them will use you in a more normal manner, so I think you will have fun. Just in case you don't, you may punish whoever pleased you the least the day after. And he or she would have to do their best to make it up to you." "Yes, Master. Thank you." I thought about the whole thing for a moment and asked, "What will you tell your wife? I doubt that you would just hide the whole thing from her." "Hmmm. No, I have to tell her something. If I did not, she would find out eventually, and that would not be good. I assume you don't want to tell her yourself?" I shuddered and shook my head emphatically. "Thought so. I have to think about it, but I think I will tell her in general terms what happened. She does not need to know every detail. I will stress how badly you were punished how you will continue to be punished." He thought for a moment, "I fear that she may insist on some additional punishment. I can't deny her that completely, but I will make sure that it won't be anything too bad. A spanking or at worst a whipping. But only with a light whip." "Thank you, Master." "Do you have any other questions, Tail?" "No, Master." "Then goodnight. See you tomorrow." "Goodnight, Master."

I took a step back and turned to leave, but then I stopped halfway through the turn. I turned my face back to the baron and smiled at him. Then I leaned forward a little and lifted my tail high. The baron seemed quite surprised by this. He stared at me for a long moment before he asked, "You want me to use you?" "I can tell that you want to. Don't you, Master?" "Yes, that I do. I doubt that many males could look at you and not want you. But you won't have much fun." "I've been fucked dozens of times and I have not had any fun all week. One more won't make much difference." "Trying to get on my good side?" "Can't hurt, Master. I know that a little thing like this won't change my punishment. But let's be honest, no matter how much I might try, I will fuck up again. Maybe this will make you think a little better of me the next time it happens." I jiggled my rump and asked, "So, should I leave or will you give me a reason to stay, Master?" "Come here." I turned back to him and moved closer until I stood just in front of the desk. "Grab the edge of the desk here." He pointed at two points about five foot apart on his side of the desk. To reach them I had to bend forward quite far, which was undoubtedly what he wanted. "Good. Look straight ahead and don't move unless I tell you to. Understood." "Yes, Master." "No talking." I nodded. He leaned forward and grabbed my breasts. He squeezed and played with them. He was not particularly gentle, especially when he tugged on the nipple rings, but he did not hurt me much either. In any case the needle quickly picked up my slowly rising excitement and began to fan the flames of my desire. "Open your mouth a little." I obeyed and it did not take long before I began to pant and moan. The baron licked my nose and muzzle, then he scratched my ears before he stood up. He moved around me and commanded, "Spread your legs a bit more." For a minute or so he just watched me (or so I assumed, as I had to look forward, I could not see him any more). He did not touch me, but I was sure that he stood right behind me. I almost jumped in surprise when his paws suddenly closed on my breasts. He squeezed them quite hard. I inhaled sharply, at first from the pain, but within moments the pain was offset and quickly overcome by lust as the needle began to vibrate deep inside me. Within moments I began to pant and then moan. As I had to keep my mouth open, there was no way I could hide my arousal. He played with me until I was only moments from coming. And then he stopped suddenly. I stood there, panting and whimpering as my arousal slowly dissipated. But I did not have to wait long. Suddenly his paws grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed hard. A moment later his thumbs pulled my tailhole apart. I felt the head of his cock poking me and then he slammed me into the desk. Thankfully I was still quite aroused, which masked most of the pain. He forced himself into me and as soon as the head was inside me the needle went into overdrive. He fucked me hard enough that I grunted in pain with every thrust. But also with lust. Once more my arousal grew quickly. It did not take long before he filled my rear entrance with his seed. He came with a loud bark and moments later I screeched as well. As it had so many times this week, my screech of lust turned into one of frustrated rage as the cursed needle drew me back from the brink of a massive climax at the last moment. I groaned and struggled to get air into my tortured lungs. This had been the best and worst mating by far.

"Clean me." I found it hard to speak but managed to get out something that could be (with some imagination) taken as, "Yes, Master". A moment later I remembered that I was not supposed to talk, but he did not make an issue of it. I turned around and fell as much as lowered myself to my knees. The baron looked down at me and something told me that I should not look away, that he wanted to look me in the eye while I licked his soiled cock. The grin on the baron's lips as he looked down was mocking. Having to clean him like this was humiliating and having to look him in the eyes only made it worse. I did not mind licking a male and when he had used me in the usual manner, I actually enjoyed doing this a lot. Not so when he had just used my tailhole. Thankfully it had been a while since I had last used the outhouse and I was quite clean by now so that the taste of his seed hid most of the unpleasant tones. Still, I was forced to do this, and I did not enjoy that much. But there was warmth rather than cruelty in his eyes. I might be the black sheep of the pack right now, but I was still a part of the pack. I finished and he released me with a tiny nod. He reached down and ruffled my headfur, even though it was far from clean. The last male who had used me before the evening meal had used my tits and shot his load all over my face and headfur. But the baron even scratched my ears for a few moments. Then he declared, "The usual rules on talking apply again. You may leave, Tail." "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." I waited until he stepped out of my way before I stood up and turned around. I had only taken a few steps when the baron commanded, "Stop!" I turned around to face him and found him pointing at the ground. It took me a moment to notice the quite large glistening spot on the ground. Quite a bit of his gunk must have dribbled out of my rear entrance when I had knelt at his feet. I rolled my eyes, but said, "Yes, Master." before he had to give the command. I knelt again and then bent forward. All the time keeping my eyes on his. Doing this humiliated me even more than cleaning him had. But again his eyes were friendly, even if I could tell that he enjoyed my embarrassment. After a few minutes he was satisfied with my work and nodded. "Good night, Tail. Someone will come by before breakfast and request your decision on what punishment you want." I stood up and bowed, "Thank you, Master." and then I left. I was both relieved and a little disappointed when the door closed behind me.

One of the two guards who had escorted me to the baron's suite had waited outside. He produced a chain about two yards long. At each end was a small hook that he connected to the rings through my nipples. He jiggled the chain and then began to walk. I followed him, of course. I could easily have pulled the hooks out, but I did not dare to do that. He led me downstairs and then to the outhouses, where he told me to relieve myself. I did my thing and then we headed for the building where the servants and slaves slept. Just outside the entrance the guard stopped and asked, "Are you tired, Tail?" I was somewhat exhausted from working hard all day, but I wasn't really tired yet. Still, I had to answer, "Yes, Master." "Then I guess you will prefer to go to bed right away, rather than bathe?" I would really have liked take a hot bath, but again I had to answer, "Yes, Master." He gave me a nasty grin and sniffed the air, reminding me how I smelled with all the male and female juices in my fur. "As you wish." With that he turned and I followed him inside. We stopped at the door of a small storage room next to the slave barracks. He released the chains that hung from my nipple rings, opened the door and went inside while I waited. I heard him rummage around and the clinking of chains. He returned after a minute and commanded, "Here, take this." I held out my paws. It was a set of shackles for the wrists, connected by a short chain. And a longer chain with a wooden stick connected somewhere towards the middle. The stick was about six inch long and about two inches in diameter in the middle and tapered down to about half that at the ends. And a second similar, if a little smaller stick connected to leather straps. The last item was a gag. And since that would plug my mouth, I had little doubt where the other stick would end up. The guard gave me another nasty grin. He picked up a candle, lit it and then we entered the room where the slaves slept. When they did not share somebody else's bed, which they usually did. The room was quite big, about six paces wide and more than ten long but sparsely appointed. There were only three small windows along the far side. They were barred with heavy iron bars. Only the central window was open, the shutters on the other two were closed. Against the far wall stood rickety low table. The guard directed me to drop the items I was carrying there. The sleeping mats, a score of them, were stacked against the wall on the right side of the table. On the left side was a stack of woolen blankets. Several iron rings were set low along the left wall. Unruly slaves slept there, chained to the rings. As did the occasional servant in need of punishment. Like a cat femme who enjoyed male company a bit too much. I had already spent several nights here. It was not my favorite place to sleep, far from it, but there were sill worse places (such in bed with the rats). The guard pointed at the hook closest to the far corner along the left wall. I sighed, apparently I was to sleep in the worst possible place. I took off what little "clothes" I wore obediently and hung them up. At his command I dragged one of the mats to the corner of the room. The mats were too thin to be comfortable, but from what everybody told me, many other masters gave their slaves much thinner ones. "I think you know where that is going. You might want to get it wet." I accepted the stick, answered, "Yes, Master." and began to lick it. The guard watched me, grinning widely. After a minute or so he told me to kneel, stick up my ass and to spread my tailhole. I did as instructed. He poked the stick at my tailhole. I grunted in pain as he forced it into me. Thankfully I was still stretched and lubricated, so it did not hurt all that much. Suddenly I was really glad I had let the baron use me. Then he told me to get up again and gave me the second stick and told me to put it on. "Yes, Master." I put it into my mouth and then closed the leather straps, one below my chin, the other behind my neck. Next I had to turn around and hold my paws behind my back so he could shackle them. He connected the shorter of the two chains hanging down from my ass to the shackles, I think with a screwing ring, but I could not see that, of course. He pulled the chain pretty tight. Then I had to turn around again. He took the other, longer chain, passed it between my legs and pulled it up. He used another of the rings to connect it to the nipple rings. I had to lower my head and he connected the chain to the gag as well, leaving hardly any slack. "Lie down, facing the wall." I did as instructed, trying to find a comfortable position. But I could tell right away that I was not going to enjoy the night, the chain was much too tight to allow me to lie comfortably. The guard locked the end of the chain to the ring set into the wall. He gave me a few more moments to arrange my body and try to find a comfortable position and then he covered me with a woolen blanket. He ruffled my headfur and said, "Have a 'pleasant' night, slut." With that he left, taking the candle with him.

I was alone in the dark but I quickly realized that it would be a very long night. With the stick in my ass, which was chained both to my paws and my nipples I would not get much sleep. It was practically impossible to lie completely still and the smallest movement was enough for the cursed needle to respond and keep me aroused. Sometimes just breathing too deeply was enough to set it off. Still, I managed to cool off slowly. But long before I could fall asleep I suddenly heard voices out in the corridor. The door opened, someone entered and then the door was barred once more. The slave room was always barred from the outside when it was occupied. Two furs were in here with me. They did not talk much, but I quickly recognized them as Lillian and Ali. Both smelled of sex, which was hardly unusual for slaves, as they were regularly used for pleasure by the guards and free servants. But even so the scents that filled the air were a bit much, the two must have been used very recently and used well. The two had a candle with them, which was a little unusual. Normally only the guard who locked them into the room would have a candle. He might stay long enough for them to prepare their bed with a little light or he might not and force them to struggle with the bedding in the darkness. They stayed more often than not, if for no other reason that the first thing a slave did upon entering the room was to strip naked. Strictly speaking, they did not have to take off the clothes until they climbed under the blanket, but taking them off quickly increased the chances for the light to remain a little longer. Since I was facing the wall, I could not see anything, but I could see the light. A little scraping sound told me that they had stripped off their clothes. The smooching noises that started only moments later left little doubt what they were doing. Somehow I could even hear them grope each other. And it did not take long before I began to get turned on as well. And as soon as I did, the cursed needle did its best to heat me up even more. When they finally stopped after several minutes, I was panting as hard as them. They rested for a few moments, whispered to each other and kissed a few times and then began to prepare their bedding. As best as I could tell, they paid no attention to me at all. Like with the clothes, a slave was only allowed to use one mattress and one blanket. But the mats were wide enough that two furs could share them, if only just and if they did not mind being very close. In which case they were allowed to stack the two mats, which made for a much more comfortable bed. Slaves who were chained to the wall as a punishment were not allowed to do this, of course. As soon as the mats were in place, the two lay down and then the real "entertainment" began. A part of me wanted to shut my ears but soon most of me wished that I could turn around to watch. And touch myself, or even preferably, join the fun. And soon it almost felt as if I had joined them. I could feel the male's cock thrusting into me with every little jip and gasp that escaped Lillian's lips. I could tell when he slammed into her and when he came with a loud grunt. I could feel them switch places after a few moment's rest. I could feel her ride him, I swear I could even feel his paws on my own breasts and ass. I almost came when they both climaxed in unison. Lillian collapsed on top of him and they rested a bit. I could feel his breath on my cheeks and his lips on mine. But I could not make out what they whispered to each other in between the licks and kisses. It only took a few minutes before his strength returned. This time he took her from behind, doggy style. Once more they came within moments of each other. I groaned in distress, it had felt so good, but once more the wonderful feelings slipped away much too quickly. Lillian lay down on her back and spread her legs wide. To give himself time to recover, Ali began to lick her, first her lips and then the insides of her cunt. Lapping up his own juices obviously did not bother him, because by now he had filled her almost to overflowing. I could feel his tongue as if it was exploring my own slit. He gave Lillian several climaxes, the last one was so massive that I almost got off as well. But the needle numbed me at the last moment, just long enough to make sure that I could get no satisfaction but within moments I could feel his tongue again. They stood up, well Ali stood up against the wall while Lillian knelt in front of him and began to lick and then suck his cock. I could almost smell and taste him while I sucked on the piece of wood that gagged me like crazy. They went at it like weasels for a long time. At least a bell, if not longer. I remembered hearing the last bell of the day, but I could never remember at which point. Eventually even their unnatural stamina gave out.

Suddenly Lillian stood above me and then she crouched until her gaping slit was only inches above my face. Their juices flowed rather than just dribbled out of her and down onto my head and face. She grabbed a bunch of my headfur and used it to clean herself up a little. And then she draped the drenched hair all over my face and especially my nose. And then she left as suddenly as she had appeared. She blew out the candle a moment later. I heard them lie down together and fall asleep within moments. I, on the other paw, did not sleep much, if at all. The scents of their mating filled my nose and with my head practically immobilized, there was no way I could shake off the soaked headfur that covered my nose. And since I was gagged, I could not even breathe through my mouth. I doubt that the scents could have been noticeably stronger, had I stuck my nose in Lillian's slit. I was horny as hell and ready to climb up walls. Each breath, each little movement kept fanning the flames of my desire. It was a long night, a really long night. I think I dozed off a few times, but was quickly woken again when the sudden jolt of a little movement set the needle off again. Much of the night I was so hot that I could think of nothing but my desperate need to get release, but I still had a lot of time to think. Lillian and Ali had gone at it for a very long time, much longer than they (and especially he) should have been able to. Fox males were rumored to have a lot of stamina, and from the rumors and what I had seen, Ali was quite fit. But this had been unnatural. There were rumored to be drugs and even spells that could give a male much more stamina that he could normally have. But from everything I had heard, those were quite rare and expensive. Definitely not something a slave would have. Unless someone gave it to him. The more I thought about it, the more certain I became that the two had not come here by chance, but must have been sent here specifically to make my night as unpleasant as possible. Even the fact that they had practically ignored me except when Lillian had used my headfur to clean herself fit. The slaves were forbidden to offer comfort to those chained up for the night, but so far they had never failed to offer a few words of encouragement or a quick smile when I had spent the night at the punishment wall before. Once I was sure of that, the question became, why? I did not really have to ask who, it could only have been the baron. Or one of his advisers, acting with the baron's permission. After all, I would not be here without his specific orders. Why, then? The obvious answer was that he did not just want me to be uncomfortable, there must have been a lot easier ways to get that, but he must want me to be as aroused and horny as possible. Which did fit the general theme of the punishments I have been subjected to this last week. I was sure that there was a little more to it, but at first I could not figure it out. At that point I made the mistake of remembering the encounters with the two too clearly and I stopped thinking for a long time, while wave after wave of lust tore through me, interspersed with short moments of numbness that prevented me from getting any relief from my frustration. Once I calmed down enough to be able to think again, I turned my mind to the big question: Which punishment should I choose? Telling the Lady of the house was not something I wanted to do. Sure, there was a small chance that she would do nothing very bad, but I did not think it likely. And even if the baron prevented her from doing anything really bad... She was not one to forgive quickly or easily. I could expect her to find ways to make the rest of my service a living hell. No, I did not dare to try this. The other two choices at least had the advantage that the obvious punishment I was subjected to would somewhat slake her thirst for revenge. Wearing the chastity belt was the safe choice, of course. But it also promised to be boring. And I knew myself well enough to know that it would be very frustrating at times. The males would hardly stop flirting with me (and I doubted that I could stop myself from flirting back) on those days when I was not be allowed to take off the belt. From what the baron had said, I would be allowed to suck them off or let them use my tailhole, but I wasn't sure if that would be better or worse than spending the night alone. In most respects the last option was the best one. At least once the initial damage healed and the pain stopped. Of course that part promised to be excruciating. I had almost passed out from pain when my breasts had been pierced for the nipple rings and this one would be much worse. My lower lips would be pierced by red-hot needles not twice, but eight times. Just thinking about it made me shiver. For a minute that thought was enough to dispel the constant arousal. But only for a minute, then I remembered that the baron has promised that I would get laid all morning afterwards. Which led to thinking about what it might be like. It did not take long before I was panting from extreme arousal as I imagined getting fucked by male after male. When I eventually came down again, I began to wonder if the baron wanted me to take that option. Getting me aroused by having the two slaves make noisy love in front of me (or, rather behind me) certainly pushed me in that direction. I dozed off a few times, only to be woken again when something set the needle off again. In between I had a lot of time to ponder what to choose.

It took forever, but eventually the night ended. I was woken from a doze when the door opened with a loud bang. A guard came in and woke all of us. The forceful nudge with which he made sure I was awake was not quite a kick. I made a few muffled noises to indicate that I was awake. Then he woke up the other two slaves and left again. It was still mostly dark, but there was enough light to see something. But rather than get up, as I had expected them to, Lillian and Ali began to kiss noisily. Once woken up we were supposed to stow away the mats and blankets and then wait kneeling for further orders. It might be a few minutes or it might be half a bell before we were fetched but however long it took, anyone who was not ready would be punished. Soon I was panting as hard as they did, but of course I did not climax when they did. They changed position, this time so both lick the other one and brought each other off a second time, cleaning each other at the same time. After that they got up. Lillian opened the shackles around my wrists while Ali opened the two shuttered windows to let in a little more light and to air the room. I was still so horny that I could hardly think, but I began the somewhat difficult task of freeing myself from my bonds. I unscrewed the rings that connected the chains carefully and stood up. I removed the items one by one, licked them clean, where needed and put them on the table, arranged neatly. Unfortunately the item that needed cleaning the most was the stick that had occupied my tailhole during the night. Eventually I was done. I shook out the blanket, folded it up and put it on the pile. It could have used a few hours of fresh air, but our orders were clear. I wrestled the mat onto the stack and put on my 'slut suit'. Then I knelt in front of the ring to which I had been chained and waited. Lillian and Ali were of course finished long before me and waiting as well. We had to wait a while. I was glad that I wore trousers (or at least trouser legs), they made kneeling on the cold hard floor a little less unpleasant. Suddenly Lillian stood up and approached. When she stopped her crotch was only inches from my eyes. She lifted her bottom of her shirt to expose her slit and commanded, "Clean me, slut!" I was more than a little surprised, slaves were not supposed to move around, talk or do other things after they had cleared away the bedding until someone fetched them. I thought about it for a moment and then I obeyed. I figured someone had told her to do this, she would not dared to ignore the standing orders. Ali had licked her to a climax but there was still a surprising amount of his seed inside her. When she was finally satisfied and told me to stop, I was once more horny as hell. I think I could even feel my juices dribble out of the small hole at the bottom of my slit. She let the hem of her shirt fall and said, "I was told to ask you a question. I don't know what it is about, but I assume you do. The question was, 'Tail', 'Gayle' or 'The Lady'." I looked up at her, trying to collect my thoughts. After a few moments I opened my mouth to answer.