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[Note: The viewpoint character is a Mexican ground squirrel.]

I wake up, slowly at first, but then I suddenly notice the hard floor I lie on, that my paws are still tied behind my back and that the ring still keeps my mouth open. I can't remember my dreams in detail, but they were pleasant ones, very pleasant ones and featured at least one well hung male. I can still feel their effects, a pleasant glow radiates from my center and fills me with heat. I can even smell my own arousal.

But now that the reality and unpleasantness of my situation sinks in again, the pleasant glow fades quickly. My mouth is bone dry from breathing with my mouth open all night and my arms and shoulders hurt from being immobilized for so long. I won't even go into detail on all the little or big aches and pains I have from lying on the hard floor.

I consider trying to explore my surroundings, but decide against it. It is still pitch black and I have no idea what time it is so all I do is turn over to lie on my other side and try to go back to sleep. But try as I might I can't fall asleep again, my situation is just too unpleasant. And I can't stop thinking about it, dreading what is still in store for me.

An indeterminable amount of time later I open my eyes and suddenly the room is lit. Not very brightly lit, but enough that I can make out things. I look around and find that the bowl which contained the food is gone. But on the plus side the bowl with the water is filled once more. I quickly crawl over there and begin to lap at the water.

At some point I look up and I am surprised to find a pair of eyes looking down at me. They are not real, apparently the rear wall (or at least a part it) of the cell is a screen. The eyes are just a very simple black and white graphic, like those you might find in a comic strip. But they are animated, when I move my head the pupils follow me. I study them for a bit but when nothing further happens I go back to lapping up the water. With the ring in my mouth that is a bit difficult, but I need the water and soon my mouth feels much better.

Lapping up the water like an animal suddenly feels a lot more humiliating, now that someone, even if it is not an actual person, is watching me. Up to now I did not even think about it, but now I am sure that someone is watching me. Of course it could be just an automatic program, but there have to be cameras that watch me, otherwise the eyes could not react to me.

I lap up the last of the water and when I look up again I find that a mouth has appeared below the eyes. Like the eyes it is white on a black background. Somehow the mouth reminds me a little of the one you see during the intro of the film "Rocky Horror Picture Show".

Suddenly text appears below the mouth. It reads "Kneel facing me!". I bristle at the command and remain where I am. After a bit the mouth slowly begins to turn into a frown (and the eyes narrow as well), but nothing more happens.

After a minute or so the mouth begins to move and a new text appears, "Do you want something to eat?" A few seconds later the text reverts to the previous one. While I am not very hungry yet, I would like to eat something. Particularly as I have to assume that it might be some time before I get another such offer. I glare at the 'face', torn between the needs of my body and my desire not to cooperate with my jailers.

When nothing happens for a minute or so I realize that I have to obey or I will have to go without. And somehow I get the impression that I will regret it if I don't do what they want. I growl in anger, it is easy enough to see their game, by making me obey such relatively easy commands they can slowly erode my will and make it harder for me to refuse the following, harder or more humiliating command.

As much as I hate myself for giving in, eventually I decide to play along. The fact that I am alone and only doing this in front of a screen, rather than an actual person makes it a little easier. I can even almost pretend that nobody actually is looking at me. And so I get up on my knees and kneel in front of the 'face'.

This obviously pleases my captors and the frown on the 'face' turns into a neutral expression. Almost, but not quite a smile. This cell is a bit higher than the one I spent the previous night in. Higher, about four foot, but not high enough that I could stand up. And the face is quite far up the wall, so that it can look down on me as I kneel.

At first the eyes look into mine, but then their gaze moves down slowly. I can practically feel them look at my bare breasts. I want nothing more than to cover myself, but with my arms tied up behind me I can't, of course. I almost turn around to hide, but sudden fear of punishment keeps me motionless.

After a minute of careful examination (I can actually feel the gaze move around, look first at one and then the other breast) the eyes move downwards slowly until they practically dig into my crotch. The smile on the 'face' turns into a frown once more and the reason quickly becomes obvious when the text changes again, "Spread your legs and show me your beauty!"

Once more I struggle, torn between the need to resist and the fear of what consequences doing so will bring. And eventually I give in. Blushing furiously, I move my legs apart a little. The face becomes a little more friendly and the text changes to "Further!"

I obey slowly, moving my knees apart an inch at a time. Each time the face becomes a little friendlier until my legs are far enough apart to display my most private parts prominently. The lips begin to smile and I can feel the gaze travel along my thighs and then stare at my nether lips. This time I am sure that I am not just imagining it, but that I can really feel the gaze. Suddenly something clicks and now I am certain that they are doing something like blow air at the spot the 'eyes' focus on to make me actually feel something.

Suddenly the text changes to, "Nice!" and for a moment a tongue appears to make it seem as if the face is licking its lips. The sudden rush of embarrassment and humiliation almost makes me pass out. Almost, but unfortunately not quite.

The eyes examine my privates for another minute or so and then they return to my face. A new text appears, "Do you want something to eat?"

I try to say, "Yes" but with the ring in my mouth it comes out quite garbled, but surely understandable enough to get what I wanted to say.

The face begins to frown once more and suddenly I wonder what I did wrong. A moment later I get the answer, "Your mouth is good for a variety of things..." and then, "but talking is not among them. Understood?" It only takes me a moment to parse the meaning of that, "Open your mouth to give blowjobs and keep it shut the rest of the time." I bristle at that but there is nothing I can do and eventually I submit and nod.

The smile returns a moment later, "Better." and then, "Do you want to beg for food?"

I huff and glare at the face, but that doesn't bother it in the least. If anything the smile seems to turn into a mocking grin. Once more I am torn between resistance and submission. Eventually I nod.

"Do you know how a slave begs for something?"

I consider this for a bit and eventually shake my head.

Suddenly the floor in front of me begins to ripple and then to bulge in two places, eventually forming two "feet".

"Lean forward and kiss and lick your master's feet until he agrees to your request or until he tells you to stop."

I glare and growl in anger, had I been able to, I would have ground my teeth. I almost turn away but stop myself at the last moment. It takes me a long time to decide, but eventually the empty feeling in my stomach wins out, if only barely. Only the fact that it is not an actual person I have to abase myself to makes this course of action palatable to me at all.

When I begin to move another text appears, "Keep looking at me." That makes it even worse and I hesitate for a bit more before I finally submit.

I lean forward. Since I can't use my paws to keep my balance, I have to overbalance and support myself on my breasts while my ass sticks high into the air. And then I touch my lips and then my tongue to the feet'. They are clearly still made up of the rubbery material of the floor and wall, but somehow they smell almost like real feet. And not in a good way, the 'feet' are not really very stinky but the scent is not pleasant. And they taste like just like I would imagine sweaty feet to taste. "Yuck!"

This is the most humiliating thing I have done in my life. But having come this far, I can't bring myself to stop now. Looking up at the mocking eyes only makes this even more humiliating. But not seeing any other choice, I bob my head up and down and lick the 'feet' with my tongue. And as simple as the 'face' is rendered, I can tell that whoever is behind the screen takes great pleasure in my abasement and humiliation.

"You like licking your master's feet, don't you, slave?" That makes it even worse. Especially since I don't dare to openly deny the question and if I just continue, 'he' will take it as agreement. I am sure he can tell from my eyes that I don't like it, but that knowledge likely only pleases him more.

It takes several endless minutes before the fur behind the screen is finally satisfied with my submission, "Very well, you may return to your knees." I breathe a sigh of relief and scramble back into the kneeling position.

Only to stare at the wall in disbelief moments later when I read, "You may earn your food."

The wall below the screen begins to ripple and what looks like male parts begin to appear and I read, "I'm sure you know what to do, slut."

I growl in anger and glare at the screen. But once more the emptiness in my stomach and the fact that I have already humiliated myself so much keep me going. I hate myself for doing this, but eventually I scoot forward until my knees touch the wall and then bend forward a bit more and take the loathsome thing in my mouth. Once more the scent and taste mimic the real thing pretty well, and again not in a pleasant manner.

But as I don't see any good alternative, I begin to lick and suck the shaft. And like a real male's part it grows little by little. Once more the 'face' grins mockingly, enjoying my submission and humiliation.

I almost choke when the fake cock suddenly begins to spurt a slimy substance into my mouth. Not all that much but I had not expected the thing to behave that much like the real thing. In fact the 'cum' tastes almost like the gruel I received before I went to sleep yesterday, except that there is a hint of the taste of actual cum.

Desperate for more food I suck on the 'cock', but the little I got, barely one mouthful, is all there is. Soon the 'cock' begins to flag and then retracts into the wall.

"I hope you enjoyed this snack." The eyes wink at me mockingly while all I can do is to glare at them helplessly. "If you behave you will get a chance to beg for a proper meal later."

And now I can see their plan, to get a proper meal I will have to pleasure a real male and this was just a "test" to get me more used to the idea. To submit to a slightly smaller humiliation for just a tiny part of the payoff.

"You liked that, didn't you?" I want to deny this, but once again I don't dare to. And to my eternal shame, I find that the heat radiating from my center makes it clear that at least a part of me enjoyed this, even if the rest did not.

The smile becomes benevolent and a little condescending at the same time. It is surprising how expressive such a simply rendered 'face' can be. "A bit of advice, my pretty little slave."

"I know that you feel as if you're letting yourself down..."

"and hurting your pride by giving in too soon."

"But consider this:"

"You have not even begun to experience..." The 'begun' was in bold italics and obviously stressed.

"all the things we can do to 'convince' you to obey."

"You will obey us, and sooner rather than later." Again the 'will' was stressed.

"It won't be long before we have you properly trained..."

"and you will eagerly jump through any hoop for us."

"Soon you will eagerly suck and fuck every offered organ..."

"like the slut you really are."

"So save yourself a lot of grief and be a good little slave."

"Have a pleasant day, slut!" The eyes give me a mocking wink, close and fade away, leaving me completely alone here in my cell.

I glare at the screen, torn between rage and fear. A part of me is practically seeing red from the condescending 'advice' I just received. At the same time I fear that what he told me is all too true and dreads what they will do to force me to obey. And I fear that the question is not if I will give in, but only when and how much they will hurt me before I do.

I lie down once more but going back to sleep is now out of question, also because the light is now rather bright. I have some time to ponder what to do. Intellectually I am quite certain that what he said was true, that they will break me sooner or later. But I just can't bring myself to give up yet. Or can I?

I had several minutes to think about this. Too much and too little at the same time.

I am so deep in thought that I almost jump out of my fur when a little scraping noise surprises me. And yes, it is the door (if one could call it that) opening. It takes me almost a minute to decide to crawl out.

Resisting doesn't really become an option, the guard, a large tiger-lion hybrid, from the looks of him, had the leash connected to my collar before I could even get up on my knees. He looks so big and strong that I probably wouldn't even slow him down if he had to drag or carry me along.

So I follow him meekly down the featureless corridor. A minute later we end up in another toilet room, this time a small one with only one 'facility'. I have to wait as there is a short queue of slaves waiting for their turn. To make things even more humiliating for us, we have to kneel while we wait, with our ass high in the air and our nose just inches from the nether regions of the fur in front of us.

I struggle against this for a few moments, but the guard moves my head to where he wants it with casual efficiency and brutality. The knobs on the inside of my collar hurt whenever he pulls on the leash so that I give up resisting quickly.

Directly in front of me is a mustelid male of some kind, who smells, stinks, of sex and worse. The glistening around his tailhole leaves little doubt that another male (or even several) had used this orifice for their pleasure not too long ago. The scents disgust me but also arouse me more than I care to admit.

We crawl forward every now and then and I am very glad when it as finally his turn, so that I can breathe a little more freely.

This time a male badger cleans us. He looks angry but at the same time his eyes are full of fear. I could not help but wonder what they had done to him to force his compliance. When I look down I see that his male parts are encased by a chastity device of some kind. He also wears thin rings or perhaps shackles on his wrists, but he is not tied up. Now that I think about it, I realize that most slaves wear cuffs or shackles of some kind on their wrists (and some on their ankles as well) even when they are not tied up. There seem to be many different varieties of cuffs, from some that look like jewelry to inch thick steel shackles.

And then it is my turn. The guard throws the leash over the hook and I carefully walk forward on the two planks and crouch down. I do my thing and hold still while the badger cleans me with his fingers. As soon as my leash is released I quickly scramble back onto safer ground.

The guard grabs my leash and we are off again, all without a single word being spoken.

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A few minutes later we reach the mall area, but we keep to a side corridor and soon we enter a small room.

As soon as we are inside the guard detaches the leash from my collar and steps behind me, blocking the door. The room is about ten by ten foot. In the center of the room is a chair on which a male canine of some sort sits. He gives me a nasty grin.

I take in the situation and realize what they want from me. The customer sits with his legs spread a little, he wears shorts with an obvious flap on the front. On the floor between his legs is a bowl with the clearly visible inscription, "Slave's food." If I want to eat, I will have to do just as I had 'practiced' in the cell: Kiss and lick his feet to beg for the food and then suck him off. He looks expectantly at me.

I glare at him, which only seemed to amuse him. I am torn between my pride and the needs of my body. In the end my pride wins out and I just can't bring myself to abase myself like that. After a minute or so the male apparently decides that he has given me enough time and he gives me, no the guard, a little nod.

The guard grabs my collar and drags me towards the left wall. And then, effortlessly holding me with one paw, he presses several buttons on a small keyboard set into the wall. A small hatch opens and a rubber dildo of some kind emerges. A rather big one at that. Pressing more buttons he lowers it until it is level with my face. He aligns the tip with my mouth (which is still forced open by the ring) and then pushes my head forward to impale my mouth on the loathsome device.

There is a click and then he releases me. I try to free myself, but quickly find that my collar is held in place. Trying to move my head back only makes the knobs on the inside of the collar dig painfully into the back of my neck. He waits until I stop struggling and then the dildo began to move upwards until I have to stand on tiptoes. It is a very unpleasant position to hold for any length of time and one that laves me completely helpless. To make me feel even more helpless blinders of some kind emerge from the wall to prevent me from seeing what they are doing.

Suddenly pain blossoms from my ass. They (or at least one of the males) hit me with a stick or a riding crop or something like that. Another blow follows a few seconds later. I desperately want to try to evade the punishment, but in my position I can barely move my rump an inch either way. And I don't dare to struggle too much and risk loosing my footing and then hang from the wall just by my teeth.

In addition to blinding me, the blinders muffle noises as well. Every now and then I can just make out a cruel laugh, but other than that I can only hear my own labored breathing and my muffled whimpers. The punishment goes on for some time, the stick hit my ass and the upper part of my thighs again and again. And without any rhythm, sometimes several blows rain down on my tender hide in quick succession, sometimes there is a long pause between the blows. More than once I already breathe a sigh of relief, thinking the beating is over, only for them to begin once more.

But to be honest, the punishment, while quite painful, isn't really all that bad as they don't hit me with all that much force. The punishment probably hurt my pride almost as much as it does my rear. It is a real punishment, not just a playful spanking, but far from what I imagine a real whipping or flogging to be like. In more barbaric times unruly slaves or servants surely had to suffer much worse punishments.

And then it is finally over. Nothing happens for several minutes before the guard finally lowers the dildo and disconnects the collar from the wall.

When I turn around, another slave has joined us, a female mouse or rat. She kneels directly in front of the customer who had returned to his chair.

The guard forces me to kneel next to her. Once I am in position, the customer points at his feet. The mouse bends forward and began to kiss and lick his feet. After a couple of minutes the customer spreads his legs wide, opens the flap of his shorts, revealing his already quite hard male parts and smiles at her.

She scoots forward, lowers her head respectfully and then begins to pleasure him with her mouth. She begins by licking him, first his balls and then his shaft, which grows under her careful ministrations. Then she takes him into her mouth and pleasures him with her tongue and lips. Sometimes her head bobs up and down and sometimes I can see her tongue move around inside her cheeks. Watching her do these things is strange, on one paw I am glad that I not the one who had to suck his cock, but a part of me resents the fact that I am excluded from the activity.

From what I can see she actually seems to enjoy giving him pleasure with her mouth. Most of the time she seems to look up at him with something close to adoration in her eyes, but once her eye (I could only see her left one) meet mine. The only adjective that I can truthfully use to describe the gleam in her eyes is "triumphant", as if sucking him off was a big price that she had just won. Perhaps it even is, suddenly I noticed the scent of her arousal.

Eventually the male grunts and fills her mouth with his seed. Apart from a few drops that escape her lips she swallows it eagerly. When he is finally spent and his cock flags, she lets the now limp cock slip from her mouth. She looks up at him and licks her lips to show just how much she had enjoyed his taste.

The male pats her head and ruffles her headfur, like one would do with a pet, and then points at the bowl between his feet. The mouse bows her head respectfully, bends down and begins to lap up the slimy gruel.

Watching her lap up the food that I had just 'refused' is perhaps the worst of it. My stomach suddenly protests its emptiness loudly and my rump still burns quite painfully. But then things get even worse when she was finally done.

The customer stands up and the guard grabs my head and holds it in place so that he can shove his cock into my mouth. I don't lick him and he pulls out quickly, but it is enough to fill my nose with his scent and my mouth with his taste.

The customer produces a rubber dildo which he gives to the mouse femme. With a few gestures her commands her to pleasure herself, which she does eagerly. She lies back, while still kneeling, which raises her hips with her legs spread wide and begins to masturbate with the rubber toy with her right paw, while her left squeezes her breasts. It does not take long before she is panting and moaning. By then the scent of her sex, which is hardly more than a foot from my nose, has become quite overwhelming. The smell disgusts me more than a little, but it and watching her (the guard had turned my head so that I had to look at her) arouses me as well, much more than I want to admit.

The male suddenly stops her with another gesture and the mouse freezes. The canine male plucks the now very slimy toy from her fingers, sniffs it and then offers it to me. I try to turn my head away, but of course the guard holds it in place, so that the other male can easily shove the loathsome thing into my mouth. Once it is all the way in he engages the hooks, preventing me from spitting it out. My mouth is now filled with the disgusting taste of the mouse's juices and the only thing I can do is to glare at him helplessly.

A moment later the guard tugs on my leash. But when I try to get up, he pushes my head down, forcing me to crawl after him. A few moments later we were out in the corridor. Just as we leave, the mouse gives of a loud squeak of pure pleasure, which is cut short by the door closing behind us.

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We have only walked a few yards when the guard turns around and swats my muzzle painfully, forcing me to lower my head. My field of vision is wide enough that this doesn't impede my vision significantly, but it is a humiliating reminder just how low my status currently is. The look he gives me challenges me to dare to defy him, but I don't, I can't bring myself to do that. As much as it humiliates me, I am too afraid and I don't dare to, I don't think this is a battle worth fighting (particularly since I am quite sure that it is a battle I would not win).

Crawling on all four is unpleasant and humiliating, but since I see no alternative, I have to do it. A few minutes later we reach another circle of posts, several of which are occupied by other slaves.

There are twelve posts, like in the circle I was tied up in yesterday, but I am sure that it is a different one. For one thing the potted plants around it are different and the dome above it also looks different.

Only about half the posts are occupied, so the guard has no trouble finding an empty one for me. He shackles my feet and connects my collar to a crossbar. So far things went as well (or as badly) as they did yesterday, but then they take a turn for the worse.

Two bars immobilize my lower legs and then the bar to which my collar is connected moves downwards until I have to stand hunched over with my ass sticking out. Once I am in position the guard pats my head condescendingly and then leaves. I quickly find that standing like this is not pleasant at all.

I look around for a bit. Two of the other slaves, a female skunk and a male rabbit look familiar, they shared the circle of posts with me yesterday.

And then I have all too much time to think. To reflect on my choices. And, as much as it pains me to admit, the longer I think about it, the more pointless my resistance seems. I am sure that I would not have enjoyed licking that male canine's feet or sucking his cock. But if I had, then my stomach wouldn't grumble now and my ass would not hurt. And I would most likely stand in a more pleasant position. And maybe he would even have pleasured me, as he had the mouse femme.

These thought swirl around in my brain, and each time I ponder the question of what to do the next time I am in such a position, the more enticing the option of playing along and submitting to their desires becomes.

Every few minutes a customer comes by to either return and / or pick up a new slave. Before they do the latter most of them feel up some or all of the slaves on display. I am not excepted from this of course and more than once my body resents it when the fingers stop touching my most sensitive spots and leave me feel empty.

After a few minutes a slave comes by to smear the fur around our most private parts with a cream that makes the fur there practically transparent and makes it seem as if those areas were shaved. This time it was a male of mixed breed, which made the procedure even more humiliating for me. Several of the slaves had at least some of their parts shaved and didn't require his service.

Without any obvious way to tell the time, like a clock or the sun, it as difficult to estimate, but by my best guess I have to wait about half an hour before someone comes for me.

This time it is a female guard, a house-cat, and a rather tiny one at that. My hunched position makes it a bit difficult to estimate, but she is probably no taller than me and perhaps even an inch or two shorter.

But what she lacks in size, she makes up in meanness. She just looks me in the eye and the hint of cruelty on her lips somehow managed to convey, "I hope you give me a reason to punish you..." She manages to scare me without any obviously threatening gesture, like grabbing my muzzle or baring her teeth. Within moments I lower my head as far as the restraints allowed me and stare at the floor just so I don't have to look at her. She terrifies me more than the male feline, who had been much bigger than her, had. And she seems to enjoy her effect on me, I can hear her purr, very faintly but clearly.

She detaches me from the pole with a practiced ease, connects a leash to my collar and begins to walk. I follow her meekly, so cowed that I don't even think about resisting.

A few minutes later we end up at the cafe or bar. She stops for a few moments to let me take in the scene. A trio of clothed furs, two males and a female, tend the bar, while a dozen or so waitresses (and waiters, two of them are very obviously male), all of them naked slaves, serve the guests, They serve the drinks and snacks and provide other services as the customers required.

One of them, at that moment I can't tell if if it is a male or female, kneels in front of a female customer, with his head between her (the customer's) legs and under her skirt. It is pretty obvious what kind of services he or she provides for the female customer. Her face looks more than a little flushed, but she is chatting with her companion as if nothing unusual is happening.

For a moment I wonder if I am to serve as waitress as well, but then I noticed that there are other, even more humiliating positions available. Several of the lounge chairs are constructed similarly to the one the male rabbit had used yesterday. There is a hole or cutout, so that a slave who is tied to the chair (or just kneels under it) can service the guest while he sits comfortably.

And then I notice the tables. At least one fur is tied up under one of tables, with her head just below the board so that the furs sitting around the table can use her for their pleasure or at least fondle her.

It probably should not have surprised me that this is what was in store for me. The guard must have been watching me, and once she sees that I had noticed the female under the table, she gives me a few moments to stare at her and then tugs on the leash and leads me to a spot not far away.

She gives me a warning look and then releases the leash and walks towards the bar. I am surprised by this, it is the first time that I am not completely restrained and controlled.

I consider trying to run for a moment, but give up on the idea very quickly. I had seen two male guards nearby and at least one of them is watching me intently. And even if I managed evade them, I have no idea where I should run to. Or if I could even get outside without a key-card or something like this. More than likely I would have to go through at least one, if not several guarded gates. And I am sure that I will be punished for trying to flee. And that the punishment is going to be much more painful than the spanking I had received not that long ago. So I give it up as a bad idea and wait meekly.

The female guard returns a few moments later, carrying a small briefcase, which she puts on the table in front of me. She removes a set of calipers which she uses to measure my nose. Then she selects and adjusted a strange device. It consists of two plugs, a small black disk and clips that connected them.

She grabs my muzzle, relatively gently but firmly and then pushes the plugs into my nostrils. For a moment they block my nostrils, but then I can breathe again. The black disk rests on top of my nose and the clips hold the whole contraption firmly in place.

She waves to one of the waitresses and motions for her to approach. When the slave, a female otter, stands facing me, she plucks the rubber cock from my mouth, holds it in front of the otter's face to let her sniff it and then shoves it into the unlucky girl's sex. Then she motions to her to continue her duties. The otter turns around and goes back to serving drinks as if nothing had happened. Except that it seems to me that she suddenly walking a little funny.

Next the guard covers my mouth with a rubber mask, just like the rabbit had made me wear yesterday. The hole in the middle lets a male shove his organ into my mouth and then I am be unable to breathe through the mouth or spit out whatever disgusting liquids he chooses to fill my mouth with.

The cat closes the briefcase and returns it to the bar. She steps behind me and disconnects the shackles that bind my arms from the collar. She even lets me rub my wrists for a few moments. Then she holds out two tubes and indicates that I should put my arms in them. The first tube goes on my left arm. As soon as it is in place, the tube begins to contract. It is about half the length of my arm and with it centered on my elbow, it makes it impossible for me to bend my arm. My right arm follows a few moments later, and once that is also immobilized she points at the floor below the table. I only hesitated for a moment before I go down on my knees and crawl under the table.

She restrains me in place by shacking my wrists and ankles, each to one of the table legs. Suddenly the sections of the floor (or perhaps those were part of the table) on which my paws and knees rest begin to rise until I am firmly wedged directly under the tabletop.

She grabs my muzzle, moves it where she wants it and connects the harness on my head to the table. Now my head is completely immobilized as well. The tip of my nose sticks out from under the table, but the main part of my head is under it, including my eyes, so that I can only see the legs of the furs around me.

And the rump of the female under the table directly in front of me. Well, the table ís some five feet away. The fur on her thighs and around her sex and tailhole glistens with slime, leaving little doubt that at least one male has taken advantage of her conveniently located orifices. Suddenly the scent of sex she exudes seems very strong and disgusts me.

Since I can't not turn my head away, I close my eyes, so that I don't have to look at her disgusting nether regions. A few seconds later my eyes fly open again when the plugs suddenly block my nostrils. Apparently my captors want me to look at her. And to ponder the (all too likely, even certain) idea that my own nether regions might soon become soiled just like hers.

Nothing much happens for the next few minutes, at least for me and the femme in front of me. The waitresses (and waiters) walk around to serve the guests, none of which sit anywhere close to me. Every now and then I can see one of the guests fondle a waitress or slap her ass.

For some reason the male slaves all have a very prominent erection with the tip just beginning to emerge from its sheath. I think that I saw leather straps around the male parts of one of them, but I could not get a good enough look to be certain. Not that I didn't try my best to look, as much as it shames me to admit, I like looking at male parts. And then one of the males suddenly kneels in front of a guest and (apparently) begins to suck him off.

I wondered how doing that would feel for a straight male, how humiliating it would be. I seriously doubt that our captors care about a little thing like our sexual preferences when it comes to using us for their pleasure. Which of course brings up the possibility that I might well have to pleasure a female (though they seemed to be a clear minority among the customers), not something I look forward to. Of course sucking off a random male does not entice me much more. Not that I will have much choice in the matter.

I don't notice 'my' customers until they are practically upon me. There are three of them, three males, though I can not even tell what species they are, since all I can see are their trousers. And a bit of fur around their privates and the cock, but that only for a few seconds. From what I can tell they are all middle-aged and overweight, though not grossly so.

They sit down, one of them in front, one of them behind and one to my right. The one to my right immediately reaches below the table and begins to squeeze my breast. The one behind me begins to fondle my privates a moment later. I huff in annoyance, but that is about all I can do.

I can hear then talk and then laugh, though their voices are faint and somehow distorted so that I can not make out what they say. A moment later one of the waitresses takes their order and walks away again.

They use the wait to put me to use. The one in front of me opens the flap of his trousers, inserts the tip of his cock into hole in the rubber mask and then moves his chair forward until my nose presses against his sweaty groin.

As much as I wanted to avoid punishment, I can't not bring myself to lick his disgusting member, though I can hardly avoid touching it with my tongue. But I don't resist for long. After a few seconds the plugs in my nostrils begin to restrict and then block the air until I have no choice but to lick the male's cock. As soon as I start licking they open again, but it takes a while before can breathe easily, obviously a warning for me not to slack in my duties.

A few moments later the male behind me inserts his cock into my sex. But rather than fuck me (which I had expected and feared), he just sits relatively still. I can still feel him growing little by little. He continues to fondle me, but now his attention shifted to my tailhole. Which soon makes me fear that he might want to shove his cock in there, though thankfully he does not do that.

A few moments later the waitress brings their drinks before leaving again. I can hear them clink glasses and tell that they toast to each other, but not the exact words. They keep talking and laugh occasionally. I can't quite shake the feeling that I was the main butt of their jokes.

I knew what to expect (I had given my ex-boyfriend a few blowjobs), but the male still manages to surprise me when he suddenly began to spew his slimy juices down my throat and I almost choke. Almost, my windpipe hurt pretty badly, but thankfully I did not suffocate. Since I didn't have any other choice, I swallow his seed as quickly as I can. My (anything but voluntary) efforts make him spurt a surprising amount of juice into my mouth before he finally begins to flag.

I can still not make out his words, but from what I can make out (more from the tone and chuckles than the words) he is pleased with me. Which fills me with both anger (because I certainly do not want to give him pleasure) and relief (because I will probably not be punished).

I had not really noticed it all that much, because I was so angry at having been forced to give the disgusting male a blowjob, I had not really paid attention to anything else, but the whole thing had aroused me very much. So much that my vaginal muscles had given the male using me from the rear quite a workout. Not enough to get him off, but enough to get him hard.

Eventually the male pulls out and the three change places. The one who had his cock in my sex moves to the seat in front of me, while the one who had squeezed my breast moves to my rear.

The next few minutes pretty much turn into a repeat of the previous ones. The two males shove their organs into my mouth and sex and let me, force me to, do my thing. The only real difference is that the cock in my mouth is positively soaked with my own juices and the scent and taste of my own arousal fills me, which shames me quite a bit. Intellectually I know that this isn't really my fault, but I can't help the shame I feel at just how readily my body accepts (and even enjoys) what is forced upon it.

Just like before the nose plugs force me to lick and suck on the cock in my mouth. The only noticeable differences are that the male who used my mouth before had a noticeably bigger cock, and that the one now using my rear is less fascinated by my tailhole but prefers to squeeze my buttocks.

The three continued to drink, chat and laugh, probably at and about me. At some point a waitress, a different one than before, brings more drinks.

The enforced activities aroused me more and more and by the end of that part I am panting hard and struggling to get enough air into my lungs through my nostrils. I suck the male as hard as I can to get him off as quickly as possible. He produces even more cum than the one before him had, and continues to spurt into my mouth for a long time.

After the initial big spurt he pulls out a bit so that the rest of his seed fills my mouth rather than go directly into my throat, which forces me to taste it more closely. And I also have to lick the head of his cock rather than the shaft, which also makes his male taste much more intense. To be honest, he doesn't taste all that bad, but under the circumstances I find him disgusting.

Once he is spent the three changed places once more and I have to suck off the third one. In many ways he is the most unpleasant one. For one he only inserts the tip of his cock into my mouth, which means that I have to lick him with the tip of my tongue from the start and I have to work much harder to get him off. And his taste is quite unpleasant, perhaps because he is a mustelid of some kind. The only positive thing about him is that he produces much less cum than the others, and it is over quite quickly once he begins to spurt.

The three change places once more and then one who had used me first returns to my head. He shoves his cock into my mouth, but not long enough to get him off, just enough for me to lick off the juices of my sex.

By the end I am really horny, and had one of them offered, I would have gladly begged to be fucked. But they don't offer and I can't ask.

They have a final 'gift' for me before they leave: They remove the rubber mask and then one of the waitresses, a rabbit doe from her tail, sits down on the chair in front of me. She moved the chair closer slowly, spreading her legs as she did so. Or more like letting my cheeks push her thighs apart.

She has obviously been fucked by a male recently, she practically stinks of sex and once her nether lips part the juices began to dribble out of her.

She doesn't stop until the tip of my nose is actually inside her. The mixed juices that fill her sex cover my nose and lips and soak the fur around them. For a moment I fear that I was supposed to lick her, a possibility that disgusted me very much, but she scoots back after only a few moments and I breathe a sigh of relief.

The relief was pretty relative as her scent fills my nose and I can't completely avoid tasting the juices that cover my lips. Her scent stays with me for quite a while before I can get it out of my nose. Or, rather, it until it is covered by other, fresher, scents.

And then I am left alone once more. At some time during the 'activity' the female, who had been under the table in front of me, left (or more likely been taken away). I am glad not to have to look at her nether regions any more.

A few minutes later another guard, a male bear, releases me from the table and, as soon as I am standing again, ties my arms behind my back. He just connects the cuffs on my wrists but doesn't tie them to the collar, which is a good deal more comfortable. Then he removes the nose-plugs, put them on the table and gags me with another rubber cock and lads me back to the circle where he attaches me to a post.

[Note: I'm switching to writing in past tense from here, it is just a lot easier for me to write.]

This time I stayed there a good deal longer than the first time. And, despite my best efforts to calm down, my body stayed aroused the whole time. The constant scent of sex that filled my nose didn't help. And watching two males give each other blowjobs certainly didn't help to cool me down either. About halfway through my stay there a female customer, a golden retriever by the looks of her, with a male slave, also a dog, but I couldn't tell what breed, in tow stopped there.

She made him kneel in the center of the circle and then fetched the male rabbit who was tied to a post to my right, made him stand in front of the other male. One of the guards that watched us brought the bitch (she was a dog, after all, so I had no trouble thinking of her as a bitch) a chair.

Once she had made herself comfortable, she commanded the kneeling male to pleasure the other. She dragged things out and made him start by licking the other male's thighs and only allowed him to work his way up to the cock slowly. By the look on his face he didn't enjoy licking and then sucking another male's cock at all, if anything he looked just about ready to throw up and sometimes he looked to be in considerable pain. But he was also clearly afraid of punishment and so he did as he was commanded to. To make things even worse for the male slave, he had to play with his own cock while he pleasured the other, so that despite his disgust, he was almost fully aroused the whole time.

After a while the rabbit grunted and filled the other male's mouth with his seed. So much that a considerable amount escaped and ran down his cock, balls and onto the floor. Once the rabbit was spent the other male had to lap up every drop of cum that has escaped his mouth, first licking it off the rabbit's fur and then the ground.

And then the two had to change places and the rabbit had to pleasure the other male. From the look on his face the rabbit didn't enjoy his duty much more than the other male had, but he didn't seem to hurt or want to throw up. Most likely he had become used to this duty, at least a bit.

I tried to look away, but my eyes returned to the scene again and again. Watching the two male really turned me on. The flames of desire in my belly were quickly fanned and soon I was panting and grinding my hips. Most of the other slaves around me, all of them female, seemed to enjoy the show as well.

The dog shot his load and the rabbit went back to his post, once more (or still) very visibly aroused. My ardor cooled a little after that, but slowly, very slowly.

Once again it was the female cat guard who came to fetch me. She gave me a warning look that sent shivers down my back but then her eyes dropped down. Suddenly she licked her lips, clearly looking at my crotch as she did so.

Does she actually want to lick me down there? Suddenly I blushed furiously at the thought. I couldn't quite tell if the idea frightened or excited me.

Were the guards even allowed to use us? I didn't know, but after a bit I decided that they were probably allowed to, at least occasionally. It was a cheap and easy way for their employer to increase their morale. After all. And making them watch us all day without letting them touch us would likely make them very unhappy.

Whatever the truth of the matter was, after a few moments she returned to her duties. She gave me another warning look and I quickly lowered my head as far as I could. Then she disconnected my collar from the post, clipped a leash to the collar and began to walk. I followed meekly, of course.

After a minute or so we went through an automatic door. At first the corridor looked the same as the others had, just bare concrete, but that changed after a few yards. The straight walls became rounded and the color changed from the gray of concrete to a pinkish red. In fact after a few yards the tunnel almost felt organic, as if I was walking through a hugely enlarged vein. The walls and even the floor became somewhat irregular and the ground became softer.

We turned into a side corridor and stopped in front of a door. But rather than walk through it, the guard detached the leash from my collar and pointed at a small hole at ground level. It was about the size of the 'door' of the cells and it only took me a moment to get what she wanted. I got down on my belly and crawled through the narrow tunnel. This took a bit as the tunnel was quite long and with my arms still tied at my back crawling was quite difficult (and very humiliating).

By the time I finally emerged from the tunnel, the guard was already waiting for me. She motioned for me to stand up and then gave me a few moments to take in my surroundings.

I found myself in a roughly circular room, about 20 foot across. If anything, it looked even more organic than the corridor had. Despite the rather dim lighting without a visible source, the walls glistened and seemed to be covered in slime.

Two rows of seats went around the room. They were not neat rows, like in a theater, but little groups with space between them. The groups were made up of one, two or three armchairs or one sofa wide enough for two or three people. The walkways in front of the seats were wide, three foot or so, enough that a slave could kneel in front of her master without blocking the walkway.

Right in the center of the stood a pillory, which was currently open. A shiver went down my back when I saw it. The female guard untied my arms and pointed at the pillory.

I hesitated for a moment but then I stepped up to it. There were two restraints for my feet, about two foot apart, they looked a bit like ski-shoes with the rear part cut off. I had to spread my legs to get my feet into them. As soon as my feet were in place cuffs of some kind restrained my legs.

As soon as I placed my wrists in the cutouts meant for them, the cuffs connected to the pillory, as did the collar around my neck a few moments later. With that system the upper half of the pillory, which the guard lowered and locked in place was more for show than actually needed to restrain my.

But it certainly blocked my view to the rear, which made me feel even more helpless than I already was. She did something to my shoulders to restrain them. After a while I realized that the 'restraints' for my shoulders were actually there to support me, so that my weight didn't have to rest on my wrists or throat. Even with that support my position was unpleasant enough. I had to hold my head up, since the knobs on the inside of the collar made it very painful to put any weight on it. And I had to stand hunched over with my ass sticking out since the restraints for my feet didn't allow me to bend my legs.

Suddenly the cat stood right in front of me. She held out another nose plugging device, like the one I had worn at the cafe not long ago, and then put the plugs into my nostrils and adjusted the device so it fit snugly. I kind of expected her to fit me with a rubber mask as well, but she didn't.

She move closer until her belt buckle almost touched the tip of my nose. For a moment I feared that she wanted me to lick her down there and looked up at her fearfully. It shamed me to realized that as much as the idea disgusted me, I realized that my fear, almost terror, of her would have made me do whatever she wanted. But she just gave me a condescending look and patted my head as one would an obedient pet before stepping behind me.

A moment later I felt one of her fingers touch my most intimate parts. A shiver of fear and excitement ran through me as the finger traced the lines of my nether lips and then poked into me. She explored the depths of my sex for a few moments, not for long, but long enough that I was suddenly panting heavily. A deliberately loud slurping noise and a purr a moment later left little doubt that she enjoyed my taste. The thought that she might want to have sex with me terrified me. But, to my shame, it also aroused me.

And then nothing. It seemed that she had left, but I could not be sure. My ears strained to pick up any noise she might make, were she still there, but I could hear anything out of the ordinary. Just the sounds of my heavy breathing and my strongly beating heart.

The central area with the pillory and the first row of seats were separated by a low railing (somewhere between two and three foot high). With three breaks so that one could easily move from one part of the room to the other.

On the inner side of the railing were pegs on which hung a large variety of devices for punishments. Sticks, riding crops, whips, floggers (sticks with leather straps connected to one end), what looked like rulers (such as the nuns in a catholic school might use to chastise disobedient pupils, at least in the stories) and paddles. There were several different models of each type from ones that looked like toys (with thin and soft looking leather) to actual torture devices (much thicker leather adorned with metal pellets or worse).

The selection of paddles was particularly bewildering, there were models made of smooth wood in different sizes. There were paddles that looked like those one would use for table tennis, with a rubber coating, either smooth or with little knobs. There were wooden paddles with holes, regular holes or holes shaped like a heart or lips to one model whose holes spelled 'Slut'. Actually there were three such paddles, one that spelled the whole word and a pair that used a much larger font where one paddle had the first two letters and the other one the remaining two. And then there were the real torture paddles made of wood with metal knobs, some round, others pointy, some of the paddles looked suspiciously like meat tenderizers. The most terrifying one seemed to have half-inch long nails, which looked as if one would inflict real harm on the unfortunate subject if used with more force than just a love tap.

Looking at the wide selection of 'toys' I concluded morosely that it seemed very unlikely that I would leave this room before I found out how it felt when those 'toys' (or at least a some of them) were applied to my buttocks (or possibly other parts of my body) with much more force that I would be comfortable with.

I had been able to study all the devices, even though they were spread all around even though I was stuck in the pillory. The pillory (and I with it) stood on a kind of turntable which turned counter-clockwise slowly, taking about two minutes for a full revolution.

While I didn't look forward to having my backside tenderized with those 'toys', I could not deny that a small part of me was excited by the possibility. I had always been curious, often a little more than was good for me. The possibility of learning something new always excited me, even though in this case I was quite sure that I would neither enjoy the learning process nor the knowledge I gained.

And so, despite the fear of the pain to follow, I was more aroused than I had been before I began to study all those toys. My heart thundered louder than even and my ragged breath whistled in and out of my nostrils. After a bit I began to suspect that my heartbeat and breathing were much louder than they should have been. I couldn't be completely certain, but I was quite sure that speakers set all around me amplified those noises and perhaps even distorted them subtly, to make me sound a little more aroused than I actually was.

Suddenly the walls began to flicker and a row of screens came to life. The screens were set about six or seven foot above the floor and went all around the room. At first the images were unclear and distorted, but they cleared up quickly. And they showed: me, from various angles, mostly from behind and below. I couldn't see my face in any of them, but my breasts, ass and sex featured prominently.

After a few seconds the viewpoints began to move, at least on some of the screens. Some continued to show a panorama of my whole body (or at least the parts that were of primary interest to the customers) while others zoomed in to display points of particular interest.

One of the screens zoomed in on my left breast until the almost nipple filled the whole screen and I could clearly see individual hairs and pores. Somehow the nipple on the screen managed to give the impression that it was fully engorged and hard enough to cut glass with. Was I really that aroused?

Another screen showed my sex and the spread thighs below. The fur on my thighs positively glistened, it looked as if it was soaked by my own juices. As I looked a drop of slime suddenly ran down the left thigh. Could I really be that wet? Without a male adding his cum to mine, that is. The camera zoomed in on my sex and my nether lips trembled. Somehow the screen made it seem as if they twitched in anticipating.

I blushed from embarrassment, watching my most intimate parts (though to be honest since yesterday they had been all too public) affected me strongly, arousing and embarrassing me. I felt more than a little overwhelmed and closed my eyes. After a few moments the nose plugs blocked my nostrils. I could still breathe through my mouth easily enough, but I realized that my captors wanted me to keep my eyes open. And I decided that I didn't want to find out what they would do next to make me obey. Whatever it might turn out to be, I was certain that I would not enjoy it. And so I opened my eyes again.

I had some time alone before anything else happened, a quarter of an hour or so, unless I missed my guess the platform I was on had performed nine revolutions by then. My arousal grew slowly and the scent of my own sex did as well. Of course I would not put it past them to use a clever ventilation system to blow it directly at my nose to make it seem stronger.

I did not notice the first customer at first. He must have entered while I faced away from the door. I didn't hear anything, either, but then the amplified sounds of my breathing would easily muffle his noises if he was reasonably quiet. And the floor was well padded, so that someone who wanted to move silently would find it easy not to make a sound.

I was quite surprised when I spotted them suddenly. He, a large canine of some kind, sat in one of the armchairs, with a naked female slave on his lap. She actually seemed to hoover over him, her widely spread thighs rested on the armrests of the chair. She looked like a rodent of some kind, though I could not say which. From her slightly exotic look she was either a foreign breed or a hybrid.

The male fondled her, at least his right paw rested between her legs while she seemed quite fascinated by the show which I involuntarily provided. Her eyes seemed to flick from screen to screen while her lips formed what I could only see as a lusty grin. Then her eyes moved from my face to the screens and back several times before they locked on mine. She licked her lips lustily and I blushed furiously.

About a minute later the next group entered. By then I was facing the door and blushing even more furiously than before. The female slave had smacked her lips lustily and made other appreciative noises ever since my rear end had turned in her direction and she could look directly at my privates. The acoustic system of the room somehow made sure that I could hear those noises clearly, despite how loud my own breathing sounded.

The next pair were a female mistress with a quite big male canine in tow. To be honest, I couldn't even be sure that she was a female, her whole body was hidden by her clothes (I assumed that she was female because she was no taller than I am). It wasn't quite a burka what she wore, but close.

The male's head was covered just like hers, but the rest of him was naked. Very naked, in fact. His male parts were shaved and he wore some kind of harness on his male parts that made his cock stand out at very close to a 45 degree angle. And it was fully erect with the head poking out of his sheath. I could hardly avoid seeing this as they walked past my face very closely. He actually stopped right in front of me and actually waved his junk in my face for a few moments. He didn't touch me but the tip of his (very big) organ came within an inch from my nose. For a moment his extremely male scent filled my nose and I actually felt my nether lips smack in anticipation.

The two disappeared to my right and found a seat in the second row. The mistress sat, that is, while her toy knelt next to her.

And then the action began. I didn't see my first tormentor enter or approach me. I only had a fraction of warning before the paddle hit my behind. And that only because he threw a shadow on one of the screens. I squealed, as much from surprise as from pain.

I never saw the male. As best as I could tell he used a paddle with an uneven surface. Blow after blow rained down on my ass. Thankfully he didn't hit me really hard, but it didn't take long before the whole skin back there burned. I tried my best to remain silent, but I wasn't very successful at it. With my mouth open whimpers and squeaks escaped all too easily. And even when I managed to keep those down, my labored breathing told the tale well enough. And the sound system of the room made sure that everyone present could hear all of it.

The punishment stopped as quickly as it began. A bare moment after the last blow I felt his paws grab my hips, then the tip of his cock touched my ass before it slid smoothly into my sex (by then I was certainly well enough lubricated). My ass exploded in pain when his hips slammed into it, particularly where the belt buckle dug into my flesh.

And then he proceeded to, as they say, fuck my brains out. It was utterly humiliating to get taken, raped really, like this in front of all these people. In full view of them, and then some. The screens showed the 'action' in excruciating detail. Try as I might, I could not look away from the screens that showed the male's organ pump in and out of my sex, showed his balls slap my belly and showed my nether lips as they seemed to want to suck the male organ deeper into my belly. The only way I might have been able not to look was to close my eyes, but that was something I was not allowed to do. And with my eyes open the images on the screens were just too fascinating to look away.

Hearing my own noises, the heavy breathing, the little moans and squeaks so clearly didn't help me to remain calm either. Very soon my rising lust won out, suddenly the pain just added extra spice to the whole thing and I forgot about my embarrassment.

The male fucked me hard and his cock seemed to fill me completely. I actually climaxed well before he did, and then a second time when his hot seed filled my womb. My squeaks and howls of pleasure were impossible to miss, with the sound amplification even a deaf person would have found it hard not to notice them.

When he finally pulled out, my lower lips tried, very clearly visible on several screens, to suck his cock back into me once more. They failed, of course, but they tried mightily. The sudden emptiness at my center was so overwhelming that a loud and drawn out groan of loss escaped my lips.

I never saw the male who had just given me the most intense climax of my life (I had enjoyed perfectly satisfying sex with my ex-boyfriend, but what I had just experienced was on a wholly different level). He (or so I presumed) suddenly dropped blinders on my eyes. A few moments later I was overwhelmed by the scents of sex, my own and his, when he suddenly stood directly in front of me.

He let me enjoy that for a few moments before he shoved his slimy cock into my mouth. Seeing no other choice, I began to lick it clean. To be honest, after the initial disgust the slimy juices actually tasted surprisingly good and I licked him quite eagerly.

And then I was suddenly very glad for the ring that kept my mouth open. Just before I was finally done cleaning him, a cold and wet nose suddenly pressed against my ass, directly against my tailhole, actually. Which caused me to squeal in surprise. In my attempt to suppress that squeal I might well have bitten him without the ring. A moment later I felt something, a tongue, tease my lower lips.

When he felt himself to be clean enough, the male pulled out and stepped away. He removed the blinders, but only after he had stepped behind me and then he was gone. Or maybe not, now that I could finally pay at least some attention to my surroundings, I noticed that several more customers, some with slaves in tow, now occupied the seats all around me. It was impossible to tell if the male who had just fucked me had just left or sat down somewhere.

And once I looked at the screens I could tell who licked my sex: it was the male slave who had entered with the concealed female mistress. The screens now showed his face, at least those parts not hidden by the mask, the nose pressed directly against my tailhole and his questing tongue. And of course my lips as they twitched (lustily by the look of it) in response to his teasing.

He didn't look very happy, but I could hardly fault him, I would not have been happy if I had to smell another fur's tailhole so clearly. But he did his duty and lapped the cum out of my sex. If anything his already extremely erect cock seemed to grow even more as he licked me.

I certainly enjoyed his efforts. I was still in a bit of a stupor and my whole body seemed to glow with pleasure. I could not stop myself from groaning in distress when he finally stopped. He stood up suddenly and returned to his mistress.

The next one to take advantage of my defenseless and now almost willing body was the canine male who had been the first to enter. He made no secret of his intentions. He stood up while I looked directly in his direction and approached me with his slave in tow. The rodent femme stopped in front of me, with her sex only inches from my nose while her master walked around the pillory to my rear.

For a minute I wondered if I was going to have to lick her slick lower lips, but then she went down on her knees and crawled into the empty space below me. She stopped when her head was directly below my sex, which put her rear end directly below my face. She moved her tail around until it rested on my neck and head and then turned up her head and began to tease my thighs and then my nether lips with the tip of her tongue. I could easily see that, the screens showed her face and questing tongue. From the look on her face she actually enjoyed my taste and playing with me.

Meanwhile her master had collected a variety of 'toys'. I could only describe what followed as a 'delicious torture'. He spanked my ass and thighs, switching tools every now and then. While the screens showed my increasingly bright red buttocks they somehow managed to never show what tool he currently used until I had already felt it several time. He never hit me really hard, but went more for surprise, varying the pace and where he hit me.

He went at it for quite a while and soon my rear end was totally on fire. Meanwhile his slave's tongue made sure that my inside was almost as hot, so much that I was hard pressed to say if this was supposed to be a punishment or a reward.

I gained a tremendous amount of respect for the rodent femme. More than once did her master hit the bottom of my ass cheeks or the top of my thighs with a stick or riding crop while the tip of her tongue was less than an inch from the impact, but I did not see her flinch a single time.

And then he put down the toys and used his own tool to continue the sweet torture. I felt his member slide into my eager sex, but unfortunately he didn't stay there, apparently he did that just to get himself hard and lubed up and he pulled out after a few gentle thrusts. As soon as I felt the tip of his cock touch my tailhole I clenched up. I couldn't stop thinking, "No! I don't want that."

He didn't like that, of course. After a few futile attempts to push his way into me, he gave up, at least for the moment. He picked up one of the riding crops and brought it down hard, first on my left cheek and then on my right. The blows were much more painful than any he had delivered before. And then he concentrated on my tailhole, aiming his blows so that the tip of the riding crop hit the tailhole or the sensitive skin directly around it with terrifying force.

The sudden pain brought tears to my eyes and I began to sob. He stopped after a dozen or so blows. He gave me a few moments to collect myself before the tip touched my tailhole once more.

The rather extreme pain had broken my will to resist. Still sobbing bitterly I tried to relax my muscles rather than clench them. It was enough to let him force his way into my rear entrance. I screamed when the tip entered me suddenly, it felt as if he would rip me apart.

After that it got better quickly. My muscles relaxed a little more with each thrust and his slave intensified her teasing. The pain faded and my lust returned quickly. Getting fucked in the ass was very humiliating. It did not help my peace of mind that I began to enjoy it once the initial pain passed. In my mind I knew that the fact that his slave lapped at my sex helped me to enjoy it, but trying to tell that to my heart was a different matter.

He continued to pump in and out of me and I had to watch him do so on the screens. It looked as if even my tailhole tried to suck his cock further into me.

Once more I climaxed well before he did, howling out my pleasure for all to hear, and then again when he filled my rear with his hot seed.

And then came the worst part. He pulled out, which once more left me feel uncomfortably empty and a few moments later he presented his soiled cock to me. I turned my head away but he didn't want that. He just grabbed my muzzle, held it still and shoved his stinking cock into my mouth.

The nose-plugs and the fact that I would still taste my shit, even if I refused to lick him, forced me to do what he wanted, to clean him. Somehow the screens, which I could see out of the corners of my eyes, made it seem as if I was eager to lick and suck his cock. Somehow even worse was the fact that I was horny again by the time he was finally clean. Of course that was mostly due to the fact that his slave continued to lap at my sex eagerly. Somehow the screens suddenly failed to show that.

That ordeal, horrible and extremely arousing at the same time, had exhausted me and more or less broken my will. After that I did whatever they wanted without resistance. Not that I had a lot to do, except hold still (which was kind of hard not to do) and lick and suck at whichever body parts were presented to me.

I can only describe what followed as an orgy. The rest of this episode was a little hazy. I have no idea how many males used me, but it had to be at least a dozen. Most used my cunt, but quite a few used my tailhole and some I had to suck off. And I came every time someone fucked me (once even when I sucked off a male), sometimes even two or three times. My rear end was heated practically every time and one customer (a female I think) even worked over my breasts, though thankfully with a soft whip. It still hurt a lot, though. Despite that I still came when the male who used me at that time shot his load into my cunt.

Every now and then an unlucky slave had to clean me, licking the cum out of my sex or sucking it out of my tailhole. I didn't pay much attention to the spectators, but I could tell that they changed during the orgy, as some left to be replaced by new ones.

I had to clean quite a few cocks, perhaps half of those who had just used me. At least some of the rest delegated that duty to the slave that accompanied them.

Just about the only thing that I didn't have to do was to pleasure a female. But I still learned what a female tasted like. Two, or was it three, female slaves masturbated right if front of my nose, while their master either spanked or fucked me, and made me lick their slimy fingers. I also had to lick a few, but they all kept enough distance that I could only reach their slimy nether lips with the tip of my tongue, but not stick it into them. I also licked a few asses when they were presented to me, but thankfully they were all satisfied with just a little contact with the most disgusting spots.

The orgy ended with a bang. Or more precisely, two bangs. A loud slapping bang echoed through the room, my body was rocked forward and my left ass cheek exploded with pain. The sudden sharp pain cut through the haze of endorphins that had filled my head with down feathers up to then. A moment later a second blow, this one to my right ass cheek, rocked me forward a second time. The pain was so sudden and intense that it took away my breath and I didn't, couldn't even scream. I could not see who had delivered the blows but it had to have been a strong male or he would not have been able to use that much force.

I did not have to wonder for long which paddle he had used. A moment later the screen directly in front of me cut to a view of my rump. Angry red welts clearly spelled the word 'Slut' across my ass cheeks, twice, once on each side.

And that was apparently the signal that she show was over. One by one the spectators began to leave. Most of them made a short stop in front of me. As a kind of goodbye they presented their privates to me or shoved their cock into my mouth. Not long enough to get them off, but just long enough to fill my mouth and nose with their taste and scent.

I lapped at the sex of a naked rabbit femme and then I was suddenly alone again. By then every screen was filled with images of my rear end with the 'Slut' clearly visible. To support that 'assessment' of me, several also clearly showed the results of the orgy, the soaked and slimy fur on my thighs and cum slowly dribbling out of my tailhole and running down the cleft between the buttocks. One screen even showed my breasts in the background, topped (or from that perspective, bottomed) as they were by my engorged nipples.

I found that assessment of myself ("Slut") more than a little unfair. After all, I had not asked to be fucked by what felt like at least half the males in this postal code. On the other paw, I could not deny that there was at least a bit of truth to it. Had anyone asked me if I wanted to do this again, I would have found it hard to refuse (even discounting the fact that I would not have dared to refuse for fear of punishment). Despite the pain and humiliation I had a lot of fun as well.

At first I found it hard to think (once the sharp pain of those last slaps wore off the down feathers returned) but then my mind cleared slowly. My whole body continued to be suffused by the warm glow of intense sexual pleasure. Even the heat that seared my backside kind of fit with the glow as the high point of it, rather than just causing me pain. I could still not decide if the whole thing had been supposed to be a punishment or a reward.

The most unpleasant thing about my current situation was my bladder. It had been some time since I had been able to empty it and it began to make its displeasure known.

I had to wait about a quarter of an hour until someone came to fetch me. Once more it was the female cat who scared me so much.

She stopped in front of my face and turned her head to look at one of the screens before looking back at me. Her mocking grin seemed to say, "Slut is just the right word for you!"

She looked at the screen a second time before turning back at me. This time she licked her lips lustily. I felt a shiver run down my spine, a shiver of both fear and lust and I felt my face heat up.

Then her eyes narrowed in a warning look that pierced me to the heart. And then, very much to my surprise, she removed the ring that held my mouth open and the leather straps that had held it in place. She smiled at me and then gave me another warning look. The message was clear enough: I had earned a little leniency but any attempt from me to abuse this would bring harsh punishment. And the ring would come back and likely stay in for a long time.

I lowered my head as far as I could to indicate my submission, which earned me pat on the head. Her lips moved as if she seemed to mouth something like, "Good girl." Her condescension enraged me, but I was too afraid to show it openly. From the look in her eyes and the faint grin on her lips she could still tell and the fear she instilled in me pleased her.

I worked my jaw to get a little life back into the muscles but was very careful not to make a sound. She watched me for a few moments and then unlocked and lifted the upper half of the pillory. She removed the supports that restrained and supported my shoulders. Several clicks indicated that the collar and shackles had been detached from the pillory and she motioned for me to get up.

In my haste to obey I moved too quickly. My legs suddenly felt like rubber and I overbalanced and landed on my rump. I howled in pain and surprise. The cat laughed, she obviously enjoyed my distress. After a couple of attempts I finally managed to stand up.

She tied my wrists together behind my back and then pointed at the small opening through which I had entered the room an eternity ago. I quickly went down on my belly and crawled back outside as quickly as I could to avoid giving her any reason to punish me.

She was waiting when I emerged from the other end of the narrow tunnel and indicated that I should get up as soon as I emerged. I did as she commanded, struggling to get my rubbery legs to cooperate. Without being told to, I stood with my feet wide apart. My crotch was so sore that I didn't even think about moving them closer together.

She held the leash absently, almost as if daring me to run away. I didn't, of course. Try to run, that is. After almost a minute of artfully pretending not to look at me, she finally clipped the leash to my collar and began to walk.

The walk back was... interesting to put it mildly. My bowlegged walk would have done any sailor proud. But then I was so sore down there, that i could not do anything else. Despite the discomfort, pain even, the warm glow that suffused my whole body didn't go away completely.

A few minutes later we were back at the circle of posts where several other slaves waited. She led me to one of the empty posts and indicated where I should stand and that I should spread my legs a little more. And then she just dropped the leash (rather than connect it to the post), turned around and left.

I looked around carefully and considered running. But only for a few moments. I could not see any guard, but I concluded after a few moments that it was very unlikely that nobody was watching us. There were most likely several cameras aimed at us and a guard might well be hiding behind one of the potted plants, just out of sight. For all I knew the post could detect the position of my collar (or some maybe some other tracking device that they had attached to my body) and would sound an alarm the moment I moved more than a few inches. As much as it itched me to try, I did not dare to incite punishment. My ass already hurt way too much.

And so I stood there. Unfortunately the wait became more unpleasant by the minute. The glow died down, even if very slowly, while my bladder insistence to be emptied became more urgent. I had to wait quite a while, say half an hour, during which several customers fondled me. One, a female rabbit doe, made me kneel and lick and kiss her feet but then she just told me to stand up again. While I was glad that I didn't have to pleasure her, I was a bit concerned that she had rejected me because she was displeased with me and that I would be punished for that.

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By the time a guard finally came for me, I was beginning to get a little desperate. I wasn't quite at the point where my bladder would explode yet, but definitely getting there. I had considered just letting myself go, but only for a moment. They would surely punish me if I made a mess. And I considered it quite likely that they would force me to lap it up or something similarly unpleasant and then make me wait even longer before I could finally relieve myself.

It was another big male canine. I was more than a little surprised when he detached the leash from my collar, rather than use it to drag me along. He gave me a bland look that somehow managed to be as, if not more, frightening than any glare could have been.

He mimicked attaching a leash to my collar, turned around and began to walk away. I was so surprised by this that it took me a moment to react, but then I hurried after him.

While I stumbled after him, torn between keeping my legs apart to reduce chaffing and squeezing them together to make it easier to control my bladder, I prayed that he would take me to the toilet.

I got my wish. Kind of, or not at all, depending how one looked at it. We reached the door after a very long minute.

The guard had apparently been so certain that I would follow (if he didn't already know where I was by some means) that he didn't turn around to look at me until we reached the entrance.

Once through it I found myself in one of the toilet rooms with two pits. Only one of them had a slave in attendance, a mixed breed female of some kind. The guard untied my arms and then pointed at the nearer pit. I almost stepped forward, but then my relief turned to chagrin when I realized that he was not pointing at the pit itself, but at the area behind it where the slave in attendance waited until her duties were needed.

"He wants me to do what?!" By that time my will to resist had been eroded pretty badly, but I balked at doing that. He gave me a threatening look and pointed again, but I didn't move.

My resistance did not last long, though. Two more guards entered only moments later. They grabbed my arms and bent me forward until I stood bent over with my upper body roughly parallel to the floor. I did struggle but to no avail, one of them could have easily overpowered me on his own, with the two working together I had no chance at all. The bent my arms painfully, so much so that I almost pissed myself, and then held me motionless.

A few moments later the third guard (who had escorted me here) stood in front of me and showed me a curious device. It took me a few moments to make sense of it: it consisted of a rubber cock (and a quite large one, at that) and a butt plug (which was quite wide in the middle but then narrowed at the base) connected by a short bar. I had no doubts where this would soon end up, whether I wanted or not.

He held the butt plug close to my mouth and mimicked licking. "He wants me to lick that?!" He gave me a strange look and gestured again, this time indicating the device getting stuck, then licking again and then the device sliding into something. It took me a few more moments to get what he meant: If I licked it and got it wet, it would slide in easier and hopefully hurt less.

It took me a few more moments to bring myself to open my mouth. As soon as my mouth was far enough open he shoved the loathsome thing into it. I gagged, the butt plug tasted very unpleasant. If I had to guess, I would say that it had been cleaned since the last time it had been used, but not very carefully. I didn't like it at all, but I had become somewhat inured to such a bad taste during the orgy, and so I licked it, trying to produce as much spit as possible.

After a minute or so the guard pulled the plug out of my mouth and then walked around to my back. A moment later I felt the twin tips touch me. The rubber cock slid into my sex easily enough, but the butt plug was too big to go in easily, despite my best efforts to relax my muscles. He started pushing with all his strength (while the other two had to struggle to hold me still). My arms hurt from the force they applied and their vice-like grid and my ass felt as if it was really going to be ripped apart and I howled in pain. But then the intruder suddenly slipped past the ring of my muscles and deep into me. My muscles contracted once more, firmly lodging it in place.

Once the device was in place the two let me stand up and released me. For a moment I stood there, panting and whimpering. The plug in my ass felt decidedly strange, and once my muscles relaxed it actually felt kind of pleasant. The rubber cock felt really good and filled me completely.

For a moment I thought that this wasn't so bad. But then the guard pointed at the spot where he wanted me to kneel once more. I still refused to move, but then the device shocked me. It hurt terribly and felt as if someone had tasered my sex. I was completely frozen for a moment, so that I couldn't breathe or scream.

I was still in a bit of a shock from the sudden pain and didn't move right away. To get me moving, the device 'buzzed'. This wasn't really painful, but it was just as terrifying as hearing a predator growl directly behind me. The 'growl' was a warning that implied that I would be 'bitten' if I did not obey.

That finally broke my will to resist. I dropped to my knees, crawled to where they wanted me and turned around again to face the pit. One of the guards patted my head as if to say, "good girl!" and then they all left.

A few moments later a small screen came to life in front of me and began to give me instructions.

First on how to kneel. I had to assume what they called "slave position": I had to kneel with my legs spread wide, (two dots on the floor indicated where I had to put the knees) with my body held straight and the breasts 'presented' (thrust out a little). I had to either keep my wrists crossed behind my back or rest my paws palm up on my thighs palm up. At first I had to cross my wrists behind my back, but every now and then the screen instructed me to switch the poses.

I had to keep my head lowered and look at the floor directly in front of my body (where the screen was located). Little warning 'growls' quickly made sure that I followed the instructions to the letter. They could even detect where my eyes were pointed and the device 'growled' whenever they strayed too far from the designated spot.

I also had to keep my tail raised, but this was not an issue at the moment as it was still restrained and tied to the back of my collar.

I was also instructed to be silent and to keep my mouth closed unless I was given specific instructions to do otherwise. And that the only 'reason' for me to open my mouth was to lick something. The instructions didn't come right out and say it, but they strongly implied that if I opened my mouth, I was going to have to lick something. Since there was nothing in this room that I was eager to lick (and a lot of things that I definitely did not want to lick) I was careful to obey that command.

And then came the instructions on how to attend to our 'guests'.

When someone used 'my' toilet to do her (or his) business, I had to scoot forward and kneel right at the edge of the pit and look at the parts I would have to service from less than two foot away. Once she was done, I had to clean her and I always had to clean both ends, even if she only took a piss. I had to use one paw for each end, a small symbol on the screen indicated each time which paw I had to use for what end.

I had to use my fingers and palms, and if more 'wiping material' was needed, the back of the hand as well. And if need be, the second paw as well, but only after I had finished cleaning the less dirty end. I was warned to clean my 'guest' properly, otherwise I would have to finish cleaning her without the use of my paws. I almost threw up when I realized what they meant by that: I would have to lick her.

Afterwards I had to return to my usual spot, without soiling the floor, of course. On either side of the screen were holes into which I had to insert my paws for cleaning. When not in use the holes were closed by flaps and all but invisible.

If 'my' toilet was not in use, I had to look at whoever was using the other one, and if that wasn't in use as well, I had to look at any 'guests' who were coming, going or waiting. Always looking (only) at those parts of their bodies which I had to service.

I concluded morosely that whoever had designed the toilets (and the instructions for their use) had spent considerable time and effort to make this as unpleasant, disgusting and humiliating for us as possible.

And then came the 'instruction videos'. Some where canned scenes showing the cleaning of the various orifices but most were live pictures showing my own orifices or those of the femme next to me (I could tell because the first few zoomed in on the area in question after showing the both of us) with superimposed 'dirt' and ghostly fingers and paws cleaning it. It was quite disgusting to watch (and warning 'growls' made sure I did not look away or close my eyes) and actually performing the deeds promised to be much worse.

The videos ended and a few moments later a female dog of indeterminable breed entered. I was a bit surprised to see that she was alone and not accompanied by a guard. But I quickly found out that this was not unusual, I estimated that only a third or so of our 'guests' were accompanied by guards. Every now and then a customer accompanied a slave as well. I for one would rather have preferred not to have to watch that, had I been on the other end of the leash, but apparently our captors catered to all kinds of fetishes (I could only pray that this policy did not extend to necrophilia or other fetishes that inflicted actual harm, rather than just pain, on the subjects).

The female dog had her wrists crossed behind her neck. That was (I realized quickly) part of the rules, every 'guest' whose arms were not otherwise restrained did that. At least at the moment, the rules on how our 'guests' had to pose while waiting changed every now and then. She had her tail raised, of course, something we slaves had to do at all times, unless we were specifically instructed not to. Her (quite ample) breasts were shaved as was the area around her sex. And her her whole ass as well (which I saw once she turned around to use the facilities).

Her belly looked unusually big, almost as if she was pregnant. I was aghast, "Surely they would not subject a pregnant female to this! Or would they?" The thought scared me. Up to now I had not even thought about the possibility that I might get pregant, but suddenly I had to worry about that as well. Did they continue to give me the pill (or more likely put the correct hormones in the food I received) or would they let some random customer impregnate me?

I was a bit surprised when she just stopped between the two pits and waited. From the slightly pained look on her face and the occasional twitches that ran through her hips, as if she was desperately trying to squeeze her legs together while keeling her feet far enough apart to satisfy or masters, I concluded that her bladder had to just as full as mine. Despite that she waited, apparently she had been told to wait a certain time.

Or to wait for the signal that she was allowed to go, more likely. I didn't know it at the time, but the collars we slaves wore contained a buzzer that could give a variety of signals and speakers that could whisper instructions in our ears. They used those when they wanted to make us act in certain ways while giving the impression that we did so out of our own free will. They rarely used the speakers, though, (which were not always easy to understand when pitched so that only the wearer could hear them) and preferred other methods to control us.

After a minute or two the dog girl finally stepped forward, turned left and stepped onto the planks of the pit in front of my fellow slave. Both of them shuffled forward, the dog to the center of the planks and the other to the edge of the pit. The dog girl crouched down and began to piss, but stopped again after a surprisingly short time. Once it was clear that she was not going to continue the other femme cleaned her, using the fingers of her left paw to wipe the tailhole and the other on her pee-hole, reaching between the legs to get at it.

When she was done, she scooted back and put her paws into the holes before her. Meanwhile the other girl moved back off the planks and then left. I got a quick look at her face and from the still pained look she had not been allowed to really empty her bladder and it still pained her. This was confirmed when she returned some time later and was finally allowed to empty her bladder, which took quite a bit longer, this time in 'my' toilet.

I had let my thoughts wander and a warning 'growl' reminded me to look at the ground in front of me. The screen lit up again and showed several closeups of the 'action' from various angles.

Watching the dog girl relieve herself (if only partially) and particularly listening to the sounds had doubled the pressure in my bladder and it had gone from 'very unpleasant' to 'really painful', Which got even worse once other slaves began to use 'my' toilet and I had to watch them do their business from up close.

I had a few minutes to dread what was to come before our next 'guest'. A guard, I think it was one of the two who had restrained me while the loathsome device was forced into me not long ago, led in a feline slave. Her shoulders were drawn back which forced her to thrust out her breasts. As soon as she turned around in front of me I could see why: very uncomfortable looking binder restrained her arms and bound them so tightly that her elbows almost touched.

The guard threw her leash over the hook and she had to walk onto the planks. A couple of warning 'growls' forced me to scoot forward. Then I had to watch her take a long piss. It took a painful 'zap' to bring me to do my duty. I won't describe what I did in detail, but needless to say it disgusted me a lot and I was very happy to shove my arms into the holes for cleaning. That procedure wasn't all that pleasant but I still felt better afterwards.

Once the two had left the screen showed several closeups of the 'action'. Then the shots repeated, this time ghostly fingers indicated how I was to do better the next time.

My next 'guest', a rabbit doe, was probably the one that disgusted me most, as she took a dump in addition to relieving her bladder. Watching that from close up and getting a full nose of the stink was not fun at all and cleaning her with my fingers even less so. Only the fact that my stomach was practically empty kept me from throwing up, but I still tasted bile.

I never got entirely used to this duty, but my disgust lessened a little with each fur that I had to service. I found it strange and a little alarming to realize what one can get used to when you have no choice.

To make things even worse, I had to wait a bit before the holes opened to let me clean my paws.

After a couple more female, most of whom used 'my' toilet, I had the first male 'guest'. That was also a decidedly disturbing experience. On the one paw, watching him was more disgusting than watching the females had been, but on the other paw, it also aroused me. He was obviously well trained and buff. His tool was quite sizable, even when not erect and he had a very tight and cute butt. Under different circumstances I would have relished the chance to touch his butt and play with his tool. Now it disgusted and aroused me at the same time. That I found such a disgusting activity arousing disturbed and shamed me.

Not long afterwards I lost the fight with my bladder. I managed to stop the flow after a short squirt, but the damage had been done. In hindsight they had obviously been waiting for it, because soon afterwards the other female suddenly got up and used 'my' toilet and then I was told to use 'hers' and I could finally empty my bladder.

But that was afterwards, once the fur who had used 'my' toilet at the time had been cleaned and my paws were clean the screen informed me that I had to clean up the mess I had caused and that I had to do it without using my paws. It took a warning 'growl' and a painful 'zap' until I gave in and lapped up my own piss, all under the watchful eye of a guard, the fur I had just serviced and two more who were waiting their turn.

At first we were not all that busy and we often had long pauses of several minutes between 'guests'. I could not be sure if that was because business was slow at this time of day (by my best guess it was early to mid afternoon) or if it was deliberately arranged that way to give me time to watch the 'instruction videos' and to give me time to struggle with the needs of my bladder without too much distraction. From my observations later on it was probably a combination of the two.

I had a lot of time to think about my predicament as I was effectively alone. The other slave was no further than a few feet from me, but we were both completely alone as we could not communicate in any meaningful way and could not even look at each other. But we got (or had) to study each other's serviceable orifices in detail. During breaks the screen would often show my or my fellow slave's parts and sometimes those of other slaves. Sometimes as 'instruction videos' but mostly just as is.

That toilet duty finally broke my will to resist, or at least convinced me that the price of resisting was just too high. And convinced me that my masters could easily raise that price for me with practically no effort and that they would continue to do so until I obeyed. Intellectually I had known that before, but this hammered it home and made me feel it deep in my bones.

Had they wanted to, they could have broken my will in a matter of minutes rather than hours, just by using the horrible device that was currently lodged in my sex and ass. I had almost tried to remove it at some point, but it gave me a painful 'zap' when my paws got within a few inches, before I could even touch it and I gave it up as a bad idea.

Not long after I had finally been allowed to relieve myself, my companion was relieved from this duty and replaced by a male canine. Since the screens continued to show our private parts during breaks I got a very detailed look of his male parts. I could not deny that the view of his mostly erect penis (and his butt) aroused me, as did the idea that he got a similar view of my own sex.

Soon afterwards business began to pick up. By the time I was finally relieved after what felt like an eternity but was probably an hour or two, slaves were queuing up while they waited for their turn.

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A male guard led me away and, I was happy to find out, to the showers. He took me to what I came to think of as the 'car-wash' and 'put me in neutral'. Removing the device that was stuck in my lower orifices took a lot of force and once more my tailhole felt as if it was being ripped apart. The showering procedure itself was just as degrading and unpleasant as it had been yesterday, but I still felt a lot better afterwards. Had anybody asked me, I would have gladly gone through it a second time.

The guard who picked me up did not connect my tail to the collar, but he smacked my rump several times until I raised my tail high enough to suit him. And then promptly gave me a look that practically spelled, "Slut!"

He also made me cross my wrists behind my back. And then I followed him meekly. Doing so without being restrained in any way felt strange.

We entered an elevator and rode up a couple of floors. I could not see the controls, because I had to kneel as soon as we entered and then suck on one of the rubber cocks that stuck out of the wall during the ride.

We walked through what looked like a small hospital. We stopped several times so that I could look at the patients. I saw ten beds, six of them were occupied. All the patients were obviously slaves. All of them were visibly restrained, ranging from a chain that connected the collar to the headboard to one male who was strapped down completely. All but one wore blindfolds of some kind, ranging from blinders like the ones one might use during travel to heavy leather hoods that enfolded the head completely and only had a few small holes barely big enough to allow the unfortunate fur to breathe.

Half of them were covered by blankets, but all blankets had holes over the interesting parts (privates and breasts, for the females). Or maybe the material in those spots was see-through, I couldn't tell either way.

We ended up in front of a doctor's office, I could see the plate,but I couldn't quite make out the name or title. The guard pressed a few buttons on a keyboard and a rubber cock emerged from the wall to the left of the door. He adjusted the position and size and then pointed at it. I hesitated only for a moment before I walked there and took it into my mouth. He had set the thing just a little to high up that I could stand comfortably, I had to stand on tiptoes to reach it.

In front of my right eye was a small inscription that said, "Enter", currently unlit. The guard pointed at it until I nodded minutely to indicate that I had seen it. Blinders emerged from the wall and made sure that I couldn't see what was going on around me.

The guard gave me a couple of playful swats on the rump before he left.

I had to wait for quite a while. Every now and then I could hear someone walk around behind me. On the one paw it was good to know that they actually provides medical services for us slaves, rather than just take us to the glue factory. On the other paw, getting treated in this hospital promised to be even more unpleasant than in a regular one. I certainly did not like the idea that I would lie tied up and blindfolded in a bed all day.

From the perspective of our masters it made sense, of course. They would not want us to 'play sick' and wanted us able to 'work'. Once I thought about it, it seemed likely that at least some of the patients had to 'work' as well. Surely at least a few of the customers would get a kick out of (ab)using a helpless patient. Or have her beg to let him 'scratch an itch'.

Suddenly the blinder that covered my right eye retracted and a moment later a female slave emerged from the doctor's room. She smelled, almost stank, of sex, or at least of arousal. Another rubber cock had emerged from the wall on the other side of the door and she took it in her mouth and then stood there with her wrists crossed behind her neck and her tail raised high. I only had a few seconds to look at her face before her blinders went up. From what I could see and from her heavy breathing I judged her to be quite aroused but not satisfied.

A minute or so later the rubber cock in my mouth buzzed and the "Enter" sign lit up. I stepped back and entered the doctor's room. The automatic door closed behind me.

As I had feared, the doctor was a gynecologist. The doctor, a male (of course) weasel sat behind a desk while his two nurses, a male and a female canine, waited for me. The look they gave me was neutral, but then they didn't have to look angry to be threatening, both of them looked strong enough to be able to lift me with one arm without breaking a sweat. The male pointed at the bed.

It looked much like the one any gynecologist might use, except for a number of straps that could be used to restrain the patient. Much like such beds usually are it was covered by a layer of tear-away paper. But unlike normally, the bed had definitely not been cleaned since the previous patient. There was a big wet spot, just where my crotch would end up, just below the hole for the tail. The slimy look of the wet spot and the scent of female arousal left little doubt what kind of fluid had been 'spilled' there. But with the two big nurses in attendance I certainly didn't dare to complain.

I hopped on the bed, inserted the tip of my tail into the hole and sat down, cringing when my butt made contact with the wet spot. I lay back and lifted my legs. The two nurses guided them into the stirrups and strapped them down. The cuffs on my wrists were connected to the headboard and then they began to strap me down. At least a dozen straps secured my arms, head and upper body. The male forced my thighs a little further apart and then secured them in that position with a several straps.

Meanwhile the female nurse began to attach electrodes to my body. Most of them were attached to the usual places such as when a doctor did ECG, but more were attached in more unusual places, such as around my sex. When I was properly prepared and completely immobile the male nurse blindfolded me.

A minute or so later the examination began. The first part was not much different from a normal gynecological examination, except that the doctor didn't ask any questions or talked to me. I could hear the three speak every now and then, but I could make out very little of what they said.

The speculum was ice-cold, of course and all the other instruments he used were either ice cold as well or burning hot. The examination was very unpleasant, to say the least and the total helplessness I felt only made it even worse.

Then he examined my breasts. This went on for some time, much longer than that usually did. He squeezed and prodded my breasts and nipples, tugged on the nipples and, if I interpreted what he did correctly, measured them in detail.

The second part of the examination was a lot more interesting: they stimulated my sex with a variety of different devices and (presumably) recorded their effort on my body. With my legs spread so wide, everything I had was easily accessible to them. They mostly used vibrators that vibrated in different ways (different frequencies, some kept an even 'tone' while others shifted the pitch and intensity). Some were small and affected only a single spot while others were bigger than the largest male and stretched me enough to be uncomfortable, up to the limit of where the discomfort turned into pain.

The stimulation aroused me, some less, some more. It was now clear where the wet spot came from and I had little doubt that my helpless body would add to the wetness.

Every now and then they stimulated other spots as well, mainly my breasts and they also inserted a few toys into my tailhole (apparently the bed had a second hole there that could be opened when needed).

I could understand their voices much better now, but I could have well done without listening to their crude comments about my body's reaction to their teasing and the like. Intellectually I realized that their comments were most likely designed to denigrate and humiliate me, but despite knowing this, the comments and laughs still affected me strongly.

Of course it did not take long before I found it difficult to think, let alone think clearly. Their efforts soon took me to the edge of a climax several times, but they never over it. They let me cool down every now and then. What they did to me felt mostly good, but the lack of satisfaction was extremely frustrating.

Once more one of their toys took me right to the edge of an orgasm, almost over it but they brought me back by squirting ice cold water into my sex.

And then the examination was suddenly over. The two nurses removed the electrodes and the straps quickly, helped me stand up and then removed the blindfold. The doctor, who was once again back behind his desk just gave me a mocking grin. The female nurse gently but firmly crossed my wrists behind my back and then pushed me in the direction of the door, which opened as soon as I got close.

I almost stumbled and waddled, more than walked outside. Another female slave was waiting for her turn, just as I had. For a moment I wondered what I was supposed to do and then I remembered the female before me. I found the rubber cock sticking out of the wall and let it slip into my mouth. The blinders wrapped themselves around my head and a minute later I heard the door open, presumably so the other female could enter.

I waited for several minutes before I heard someone approach. I almost jumped out of my fur in surprise when the person slapped my left ass cheek quite hard. A few moments later she slapped me again, this time on the right side. Only then did I realize my mistake, I had let my tail drop and raised it in a hurry. That seemed to satisfy her. She smacked my ass once more, but this time it was a playful swat, rather than a punishment.

The blinders retracted and she gestured for me to turn around. This time my guard was a vixen. She studied my front and sniffed audibly while her eyes looked at my crotch, which caused me to blush furiously and look down at the floor. This seemed to amuse her and she giggled. She gestured for me to follow her and then turned around and walked back towards the elevator. I followed meekly, of course.

She stopped once, in front of the room with the male patient. He was still strapped to his bed as tightly as before, but now he lay on his belly. His ass glistened and then I saw a slimy substance dribble out of his tailhole and run down the cleft between buttocks. Another male had obviously used his rear entrance for his pleasure. This conclusively answered the question if the patients had to 'work'.

After giving me few moments to take this in, she continued walking. We rode the elevator down. This time the trip seemed much shorter than on the way up.

We walked a short distance before stopping before a door. She indicated that I should cross my wrists behind my neck, and once I had obeyed she pointed at the door. I had to walk right up to it before it opened.

Behind the door was a toilet. Apparently it was a very busy time, because several slaves waited in a short queue. Eventually it was my turn and I relieved myself. Outside the vixen was waiting and simply turned around and began to walk once she saw me. I followed her, of course. A few minutes later we stopped again, this time in front of an open cell.

She pointed at the 'door' and I went down on my belly and crawled inside and the door slammed shut behind me.

The cell was dimly lit, but otherwise completely empty. "What?! No food?" By now I was really hungry and quite thirsty as well and now they wanted me to do without? I knew that I had not obeyed all their commands perfectly but surely I had not been that disobedient. My eyes filled with tears.

For a few minutes I just stared at the wall in front of me morosely before I noticed two bulges next to the wall. It took another minute for the coin to fall. "Feet!" If I wanted something I would have to beg for it!

A wild hope filled me and I scooted forward eagerly and kissed and licked the bulges eagerly. The thought that they might just do this to humiliate me didn't cross my mind until later. As I kissed and licked them, the bulges slowly transformed from shapeless bulges into well defined feet. Unfortunately that included the rather unpleasant scent and taste of sweaty feet. But I didn't let that stop me.

I continued to kiss and lick the 'feet' and a bit later the screen lit up and the 'face' appeared. At first the eyes were closed and the 'face' had a kind of dreamy look as if 'he' enjoyed my efforts. After another minute the eyes finally opened. 'He' winked at me condescendingly.

Then 'he' asked, "Do you like to lick my feet?" I bristled at that a bit but nodded minutely and went on licking.

"Even when they all sweaty and stinky?" I hated myself for it, but once more I didn't date to do anything but indicate agreement. I was certain that if I didn't all the effort I had put into begging would be for naught.

"You like disgusting stuff, don't you?" This time I almost stopped, but managed to control my anger once more and nodded minutely and went on licking.

"Then I'm sure you'll want some 'lemonade' as well as 'milk', don't you?" I almost retched when I got what 'he' meant, but once more my thirst and hunger drove me on.

And then 'he' finally said, "You may earn your drink."

A moment later a rubber replica of male parts emerged from the wall below the screen. I gave the 'feet' a last kiss as I did not want to risk giving offense by not showing enough 'gratitude' and then returned to a normal kneeling position and scooted closer.

I licked the rubber 'male' parts, which were quite small and limp, and then took them in my mouth. They smelled and tasted just as bad as the 'feet' had. They began to squirt after a few moments. "Yuck!" The liquid they squirted into my mouth was disgusting. I was quite sure that it wasn't the real thing, but just 'flavored' water, but it tasted just as unpleasant. It came in little spurts and somehow the rubber 'organ' managed to distribute it all around my mouth, so that I could properly 'enjoy' it.

The eyes mocked me as if asking how any normal person could enjoy (or even pretend to enjoy) something like this. I knew perfectly well, that all this was surely planned from them to wear down my will, but even so I still felt hurt.

After what felt like a long time the squirts stopped. Hoping desperately that this wasn't all, I continued to lick and suck the rubber cock and then I could feel it begin to grow and harden. With some more effort I managed to get it to start squirting. Now I received a slimy gunk. It tasted more or less like male cum, but quite unpleasant, if not quite as bad as the 'lemonade' had been.

After a much too short time the screen commanded, "Stop sucking." I had barely begun to eat (or drink, I wasn't quite sure what to call it) and I already had to stop again? My eyes filled with tears. All that effort and my total submission and I would still have to go to sleep with my stomach empty?

I was relieved when I read on, "If you're still hungry I might let you suck me some more later."

"But first want a bit of variety."

"Why don't you ride me. I'm sure you're eager to have your cunt filled. Well?" My ardor had cooled a little since the examination, but had not died down. If anything licking the rubber cock had fanned it once more. A shiver of lust ran down my spine when I got what 'he' wanted.

"Turn around and face away from me!" I obeyed quickly, almost eagerly (some parts of me were a lot more eager than others).

And found myself looking the face again. Or, as well, a quick look over my shoulder revealed that the first 'face' was still there and the eyes were glued to my behind. I couldn't quite tell if they focused on my tailhole or my sex. The mouth suddenly licked its lips, which made me blush a little.

Once I looked forward again, the screen in front of me began to give me instructions. Nominally they were only 'suggestions' but since I didn't want to give 'him' any reason to be displeased with me, I took them as commands.

I rested myself on my forearms and lifted my rump high and scooted back until I felt the rubber cock touch my behind, corrected my position until the tip pointed straight at my sex and then scooted back until I had impaled myself. I think that the rubber toy vibrated a little as it slid into me, but I could not be sure. Whatever the case, it felt really good and loud noise somewhere between a hiss, a purr and a moan issued from my lips. And then I began to rock my body back and forth.

I was still looking at the face in front of me and even returned the kiss it blew me. And then suddenly the face shrunk and a moment later images taken by a camera filled the screen.

At first I could see rows of seats, almost all of them occupied by a wide variety of furs, mostly males. It looked like the audience in a theater or cinema. Then the view panned to the screen. My heart almost stopped when I saw it. My face must have turned more purple than red and for a few moments I could not breathe.

The screen showed me. For all the world it looked as if I was busy pleasuring myself. I could see every detail from several different views: my face, the eyes wide as if with wonder, my breasts perky with the nipples getting harder by the moment, my tail raised as high it could go while straining to lift even further, my tailhole, seemingly gleaming with sweat, and of course the rubber cock sliding in and out of me and my lower lips, glistening with my own juices, seemingly sucking at the rubber toy.

Somehow the impression the images conveyed was completely different from my reality. But the only actual difference I could see was that the 'faces' on the screen (and the screen that showed the pictures) were not there.

On the screens the light seemed to be much dimmer, it seemed to be almost completely dark, but at the same time every detail of my body was clearly visible.

The furtive look on my face was that of an adolescent at a catholic school, secretly pleasuring herself under the blanket for the first time. My face had a look of wonder and ecstasy, of discovering the unknown, previously unimaginable wonders of her body. But at the same time the view of my sex had the disgusting quality of an old whore, trying to wring the last few dregs of pleasure from flesh ravaged by overuse, drugs and worse.

The bright red of total embarrassment became a gentle flush of excitement and pleasure. Even the short pause while I froze at the sudden humiliation seemed to be once of anticipation, between one wonder and the next, surely greater one.

After a moment I could think again. Once more I was torn between humiliation and the needs of my body. And once more the needs of my body won out. A loud grumble from my stomach reminded me that it still yearned to be filled. My sex didn't grumble, but it insisted almost as strongly that it wanted to be filled as well (or stay filled, as the case was).

And so I went back to rocking my body back and forth. And hopefully my world as well.

Once I thought about it, I realized that the whole thing might well be a scam. With dozens if not hundreds of slaves to chose from, why would more than a hundred furs watch me specifically? While I considered myself to be quite attractive, I had to admit (much as I sometimes hated to) that I would never be able to rival real beauties, like photo models (or porn actors, for the matter, which all things considered, seemed a much more apt comparison).

Given how easy my masters could manipulate the images, the furs in that cinema were likely watching something else. Though, I had to admit, it was quite likely that at least a few furs were watching me (or would watch the recording later). Some probably got a special kick out of watching someone 'perform' like this for the first time.

I did not spend a lot of time on these thoughts (but I would relive the scene countless times in the future) but gave in to the pleasant feelings radiating from my center. It didn't take long before I really got into the mood and the images on the screen in front of me stopped bothering me and began to arouse me. And then I even began to try to give the watching furs a better show.

Only to be disappointed in the end. I probably should have expected that I would to be allowed to enjoy myself. I didn't know this then, but I soon realized that while our masters wanted us to be constantly aroused and eager, they only allowed us to climax when we were with a customer (and the customer wanted us to climax). Apart from a few rare instances where I was allowed to climax while I was alone. They probably did that to keep us on our toes and to keep us hopeful. Or perhaps because someone was watching me.

In any case, I was allowed to climb right to the edge of what promised to be a mind-shattering orgasm. But then 'he' came, but rather than fill me with hot seed, the rubber cock squirted ice cold water into me. It was like getting a bucket full of ice water dumped on me, only ten times worse (it was considerably worse than during the examination, when they had also squirted cold water into me to keep me from coming). I instantly went from hot enough to burst into flames to lukewarm.

For a moment I could not breathe and then a frustrated howl of rage burst from my lips. The 'me' on the screen, on the other paw, looked as if the howl was one of sexual pleasure.

When I could think again, I looked at the screen and read, "Keep going and look pleased." I managed the first, but I'm not sure how well I did at the second part. Presumably well enough as my counterpart on the screen managed to look very dreamy and extremely pleased.

Things became a little easier after the initial shock. The cold water either ran out of my sex or heated up and the following squirts as I kept milking the rubber tool were hot again. Of course, that was not to please me, but to make sure that I was once more quite aroused by the time I stopped.

The screen told me to slow down and then stop. And then it warned me, "You made a mess. Be careful when you turn around." And then, "Clean up your mess."

When I turned around, I found that quite a lot of the slimy water had indeed dribbled out of my sex and even more was still dripping from the now flaccid rubber toy. The slimy substance covered the two 'feet' and the ground between and around them. I glared at the face in annoyance for a few moments, but then I submitted and began to lap up the gunk. It tasted more or less like cum, but had an unpleasant aftertaste.

After I had lapped it all up and kissed and licked the 'feet' for a while, the screen informed me that my performance had been satisfactory, if only just, and that 'he' felt ready if I wanted to taste more of him.

I licked and sucked the disgusting rubber cock. It took quite a while to get 'him' hard again, but after that the rubber tool did actually dispense quite a lot of the slimy gunk that did for food. The gunk tasted better than before, but I had to wonder if the taste was actually better, or if I was getting used to it. Whatever the case, only my hunger made it palatable at all.

And then the cock began to flag and then it retracted into the wall. The screen asked me if I had enjoyed 'his' taste and suggested that, if so, I might want to express my gratitude. When I didn't get it right away, two small arrows pointed at the 'feet'. And so I went back to kissing and licking them until they retracted into the floor.

As a kind of goodnight, the screen informed me that I had made another mess. And then the eyes closed and disappeared. Sure enough, more of the slime had dribbled out of my sex and I lapped it up as well. By then my tongue felt as if it would cramp up any moment.

I curled up. My thoughts roiled, going in circled from humiliation to lust and back again. But I was also exhausted, both mentally and physically, and fell asleep quickly.