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Marc stood facing the wall. The slight young male human had been chained to a Saint Andrews cross at least an hour ago. His Mistress had caught him looking at her and caressing his cock. She had immediately taken him to her well equipped dungeon for punishment. So far he had been left to contemplate his likely fate.

Behind him Marc heard the door open and close. He knew better than to look around.

"Still here I see," Mistress Sasha said in her purring voice.

The lioness had purchased Marc several weeks ago. Since then the twenty-year old male had served as her houseboy, taking care of her cleaning, cooking and washing. He had received some minor punishments, but this was to be his first real punishment. He was not looking forward to it.

Mistress Sasha pressed against Marc's back. He felt her fur and heat along his entire back. She had to be naked or nearly naked. At six foot four she easily towered over his five ten frame even when he was not forced to stand with legs and arms well spread. Now she used her size to press her muzzle against his right cheek.

"So," the lioness said in a very quiet voice, "you liked what you saw, did you?"

He could smell the raw meat on her breath from lunch. It reminded him of his current predicament. How was he to answer?

"I'm sorry, Mistress!" Marc blurted out.

"Oh, you may think that you are sorry now," Mistress Sasha whispered into his right ear.

"But you will learn what sorry truly means in the hours to come!"

Marc shivered at her words and tone. She was deadly serious.

Marc saw Mistress Sasha's right paw appear beside his face. She extended her claws. He flinched, but that did not stop her.

Mistress Sasha began to run her claws up and down his back. She used both paws as she lightly played with his entire backside from his calves to his neck. She shifted her attention to his arms, running her claws up and down his exposed limbs.

Marc tried to escape her sharp claws, but he could only press harder against the wood of the cross securing him. He gasped and whimpered several times as he thought that his Mistress was going to claw him. Instead she just barely scratched him a few times. Her claw-tips did leave an interesting pattern of faintly pink lines over his body.

Mistress Sasha gave Marc a hard smack on his left buttock with her right paw. He jumped and howled. She looked down and watched a perfect red impression of her pads appear on his butt. She laughed a bit at his discomfort.

Out of the corned of his eyes Marc saw Mistress Sasha go to one of the racks of whips hung on the walls of the dungeon. She selected a short multi-tail whip made from deerskin hide. As she turned, he shifted his gaze back to the wall inches from his nose. The last thing he wanted to do was give her a reason to punish him even more.

Mistress Sasha ran a paw over Marc's back almost like she was brushing imaginary dirt from it. Marc jumped several times under her paw, but she did nothing to hurt him.

That changed a moment later. She removed her paw and began to stroke his back repeatedly with the whip. At first the blows barely stung, but the repeated blows turned his pink flesh on his shoulder blades a deeper shade of red. He started to shift in his bonds. His breathing grew faster, and he even gave a few cries of discomfort when she struck a bit harder on his flesh.

Mistress Sasha moved her aim lower and proceeded to use the whip over the course of many minutes to lightly redden Marc's back down to the very top of the crack of his ass.

"There, that is a nice start," the lioness said as she placed the whip on a hook near the cross.

Marc felt a dull ache from his entire back. His Mistress had not actually hurt him, but he doubted that would continue much longer.

Mistress Sasha unclipped the chains holding Marc to the cross. She left his leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles.

"Turn around!" she ordered him.

Marc turned around. His hands covered his crotch.

"Hands at your sides!"

Marc dropped his head in shame. His body grew beet red as he moved his hands and revealed his six inch long erection.

Mistress Sasha chuckled.

"Having trouble with it, are you? Well, let's get that taken care of right now.

"Jack off!"

Marc looked up at his Mistress and said in confusion, "Mistress?"

His failure to immediately obey his Mistress' orders cost Marc a hard cuff to his left ear.

"When I tell you to do something, you will do it!

"Now jack off!"

Marc grabbed his shaft in his right hand and started pulling on it as hard and as fast as he could. He kept his head down, but he did hear his Mistress' laugh.

Mistress Sasha was standing a few feet in front of Marc. With his head down his vision naturally went to her body. Her golden brown fur was not covered by a thread of clothing. He had a direct look at her snatch. The sight of her pink, puffy labia aroused him even more, and in a few moments he grunted and came. Several gobs of white jism spurted from his tip and fell to the floor. He kept jerking on his cock, but nothing more came out.

"Is that it?" Mistress Sasha said. There was a decided note of disappointment in her voice.

"Yes, Mistress," Marc said.

"Too bad. It will have to do.

"Down on all fours! Lick that floor clean!"

Marc gulped as he looked down at the polished wooden floor. He had no choice. He got down onto his hands and knees. He dropped his upper torso until his head was nearly touching the floor. With a look of disgust on his face he started licking the warm pools of sperm lying on the floor.

While Marc cleaned the floor his butt was stuck up high in the air. Mistress Sasha took advantage of his position to run a paw over his ass. She grinned at his gasp of fear and shock as she ran the claw-tip of her index finger along the bottom of his ass crack from his scrotum up over his ass hole and to the base of his spine.

It took Marc only a few minutes to clean up his mess. He had been so scared that he had not been able to cum much. When he was done he looked up at his Mistress for further instructions.

Mistress Sasha attached a leather leash to Marc's collar. She gave it a jerk and said, "Come!"

Marc started to rise, but she planted a foot squarely in his back and pushed him back down.

"Crawl on all fours!"

Marc followed his Mistress as she led him to a collection of pipes that formed a bondage device. She pulled his up onto the base that kept his body at a comfortable height for her attentions. He had to carefully crawl over a wide horizontal bar to get into position crouching on his hands and knees atop the horizontal bars that ran the length of the device. As he did so, his Mistress pulled the leash through a large loop, and he had to place his head through it.

When he was in position Mistress Sasha unsnapped Marc's leash and set it aside. She secured the straps on the bondage frame about his neck, wrists and ankles. Additional straps went about his arms and legs near his elbows and knees. She raised the horizontal bar beneath his hips and lower abdomen until it pressed against his lower torso hard.

To finish his bondage, Mistress Sasha reached between his slightly spread legs and grabbed his shaft and balls. She pulled them down and back so that they were clearly visible between his legs.

"There! That should hold you nicely while I punish you for masturbating while looking at me," the lioness said.

Mistress Sasha walked to the nearby wall and took down an ash cane. It was three feet long and a quarter-inch in diameter. She flexed it several times to ensure that it was supple and strong. She did not want it to break halfway through her slave's punishment.

Marc watched with trepidation as Mistress Sasha walked back to him. She swung the cane back and forth repeatedly as she strode. It made a high pitched whistling sound as it cut through the air. Marc tried to pull away from her, but he was far too securely bound.

"Mistress, please! I'll be a better slave! Don't punish me!" he cried out in fear.

Mistress Sasha paused near his head. She leaned over and gently cupped his chin with her paw.

"Oh, I am sure that you will be a better slave when I am done," she said in a voice that almost dripped with honey.

"But you are still getting a beating."

Marc continued to try to convince her not to beat him even as she took up a position beside him on his left. She listened to him for awhile until she grew tired of his importuning. She raised the cane and delivered a hard blow across the center of Marc's ass.

Marc screamed in pain. Fire seemed to erupt from his bottom. Tears filled his eyes.

Mistress Sasha leaned forward to examine Marc's buttocks.

"Do you know why I love human slaves, pet?" she asked in a soft voice.

"No, Mistress," Marc replied around his pain.

"Their bodies show such beautiful marks."

It was true. Marc's white flesh was rapidly going through pink into an angry shade of red where she had struck. A welt was rising as well. She traced it lightly with her claw-tip before standing again.

Mistress Sasha pressed the cane against Marc's butt an inch or so beneath the first line.

"Time for the rest of your punishment."

Mistress Sasha raised the cane and brought it down hard on Marc's behind.

CRACK!

Marc's body jumped within his bonds. He cried out in pain and fear, but his Mistress did not care. She raised the cane again and struck hard.

CRACK!

This time Marc screamed from the pain.

CRACK!

CRACK!

Mistress Sasha paused. She ignored Marc's screams and crying. She looked at the five red welts across her slave's ass. She loved how visible they were. Unless she shaved a fur's ass they never showed up so nicely.

"Not bad," Mistress Sasha said.

Marc did his best to look up at her. There was some relief and much entreaty in his gaze.

"Five more," Mistress Sasha said as she raised the cane and delivered a hard blow across the back of Marc's thighs that brought an ear-piercing scream ftom the bound human male.

Mistress Sasha ruthlessly administered the four remaining strokes of the cane on Marc's unprotected posterior. When she was done she set aside the cane. She got a drink for the dungeon refrigerator and dragged a chair over behind Marc. She sat down to enjoy her drink and the angry red marks on her slave's butt. His crying was an added pleasure for her.

Mistress Sasha took several minutes to finish her drink. When she was done she rose and undid Marc's bonds.

"Up!"

Marc rose. He followed her over to a square post that ran from the floor to ceiling. Four rings were set into the sides of the post at the base and top. Two more were set into the post at about waist height. There was a small table with a variety of items on it sitting near the post.

Mistress Sasha pressed Marc's back against the post.

"Arms up!"

Marc did as ordered. Ropes secured his wrists and ankles to the rings of the post. Another rope went around his waist and was drawn tight. He could feel it biting into his stomach. When Mistress Sasha was done securing him, Marc could not move at all.

A bit gag went into Marc's mouth. It was secured to his head with several straps. Mistress Sasha forced his head down until his chin pressed into his upper chest.

"You do not play with yourself without permission, and you most certainly do not use me for your sexual stimulation!" Mistress Sasha said angrily. "You are my toy, not me yours!

"And now I'm going to show you that."

Mistress Sasha took a piece of twine and tied a karabiner onto one end. She made a hangman's noose on the other. She prepared two more pieces of twine similarly before kneeling in front of Marc.

"Let's get that left testicle fully descended!"

Mistress Sasha grabbed Marc's left testicle and pulled it down and out. She worked the loop of one piece of twine up over it and pulled on the karabiner. The loop of twine constricted about his scrotum between his ball and his shaft.

Marc screamed into his bit gag, and he tried to get away from his Mistress' paws, but he had nowhere to go. Pressing his back and butt against the post only made them hurt more. The only reward for his efforts was for Mistress Sasha to look up at him and grin. The sight of her very large canines brought him up short.

The second piece of twine went over Marc's right ball and was similarly secured. The two pieces of twine hung down the front of Marc's legs.

"Not bad. Not bad.

"But they need something more..."

Marc could only watch in horror as his Mistress took a large box of fishing weights off the table and set them down beside his feet. She gleefully grinned as she selected a four ounce weight and slipped it onto the karabiner attached to his left testicle. He felt a strong jerk as she dropped the weight and it bounced against his left thigh.

Mistress Sasha looked up at Marc. He was sweating a bit indicating his distress, but his eyes were still clear and his breathing was not ragged.

"Well that does not seem to be too bad for you," she commented as she picked up two more weights. "Let's try these..."

Marc had to endure his Mistress slowly adding enough weight to his balls to stretch his scrotum a full inch downward. He was sweating profusely and his breath came in gasps at the pain.

"I think I better stop there if I'm ever going to use you for my sexual pleasure. Much more, and I am going to make a eunuch out of you," Mistress Sasha commented.

Marc sighed in relief.

"But I still have another piece of twine, and I know exactly where to put it!"

In his pain Marc had forgotten about the third piece. Now Mistress Sasha secured the loop about his shaft just behind his foreskin. She purred as she pulled the loop tight and began to add weight.

"Since this is made to stretch,' she said as she added four eight ounce weights, "I'm sure it will be able to take plenty of weight."

More and more weights were added. Marc's flaccid shaft stretched down toward the floor until it could no longer stretch any further. Still Mistress Sasha added more and more weights until the karabiner could not hold any more. She seemed to enjoy the screams of Marc as the pain ran through his crotch.

When she was finally done Mistress Sasha stood and looked over her handiwork. Her slave was covered in sweat; his breathing was ragged; his body - front and back - was racked with pain; and his cock and balls were turning a nice shade of dark red with a hint of purple.

Mistress Sasha placed a paw under Marc's chin and forced him to look up at her. It took several seconds for his eyes to focus on his face.

"That should make my point clear," she purred. "You can remain like this for a bit to make sure you fully understand it."

Mistress Sasha got another drink and brought her chair over. She sat down and watched her slave for some time while savoring the tart alcoholic beverage. When his balls turned blue she undid the loops about his balls and shaft.

Marc slumped in his bonds at the relief from the pain. His relief was short lived as the blood began to flow back into his balls and knob. Just like a limb waking up, a million needles seemed to be stuck in his crotch. He screamed again and danced from the transitory pain.

Mistress Sasha just curled up in her chair and enjoyed her drink and the show.

It was nearly a half hour later when Mistress Sasha rose again. She took a collection of small straps and rivets from the table. She looked at Marc and frowned.

"There is no reason for me to be doing all of the work," she said as she put the harness back down on the table.

Mistress Sasha released Marc. She handed her slave the harness and curled back up in her chair.

"Put it on," she instructed Marc.

Marc looked at the device. Several straps formed a tube at one end with a metal loop at the tip. At the other end were a couple of loops of varying diameters. He looked at it for several seconds before looking up at his Mistress with a quizzical look on his face. It was obvious that he had no clue what it was.

"It goes on your cock and balls, dummy," she growled at him. "Now put it on!"

Marc's eyes got large. He looked down at the harness. He suddenly understood its design, and he was not happy at the thought of wrapping his jewels in the black leather straps. He continued to hesitate.

"You can either put it on yourself," Mistress Sasha said in her sweet purr, "or I can put it on you and then give you another dozen strokes across your ass."

Her threat got Marc moving. He spread his legs and slipped his shaft into the tubular portion of the harness. He pulled the strap on top back over his shaft and secured the large ring about the base of his shaft and scrotum. He winced a bit as he did so. It was a tight fit.

There was still a strap on the bottom side to secure. It was hourglass shaped and fairly wide. One end was attached to the sleeve about his shaft, and the other end had a snap. He looked at the harness but could not find the other half of the snap. Feeling underneath the harness he found the other end on the bottom of the strap wrapped about the base of his cock. Marc started to pull the strap around the side of his scrotum when Mistress Sasha stopped him.

"It goes right down the middle of your balls," she growled from her perch in the chair. She was enjoying his discomfort.

Marc cringed. He pulled the strap tight and snapped the end closed. His balls were held widely parted by the harness.

"Now take off your gag. Don't make a mess on the floor when you do so, or you can use your tongue to clean it up."

Marc was actually glad to remove the bit gag and harness. He managed not to get any of his saliva on the floor.

"Put it there," Mistress Sasha instructed Marc with a casual wave at the sink, "and then kneel where you are now."

Marc did as instructed. He left the gag on the counter beside the sink. It felt strange walking with his cock and balls in the harness. He could see various cleaners and disinfectants on the shelf above the counter and sink. Obviously his Mistress wanted to make sure that her gear was clean and sanitary. When he was done dropping off the gag, Marc returned to his position and knelt.

Mistress Sasha rose. She forced her right foot between Marc's knees and forced them open.

" Always keep your knees apart. You are to be at my constant disposal."

Mistress Sasha disappeared from Marc/s view. He did not dare risk looking behind him to see what she was doing.

"Open your mouth wide!"

Marc did as told. He barely caught sight of something pink and black before his Mistress forced a three inch long pear-shaped shaft into his mouth. He nearly gagged on the hard leather device. He tried to spit it out. He was rewarded with another hard cuff to the side of his head.

"Be still!"

The shaft was part of a harness. A wide leather strap went over his mouth. It held the plug filling his mouth on the inside and an impressive ten inch long feline cock-shaped dildo on the outside. Another wide strap wrapped under his chin and forced his mouth closed on the plug filling his mouth. Several leather straps wrapped around his head to hold everything on very securely.

Mistress Sasha sat back down on her chair. She spread her legs wide and leaned back to reveal her snatch to Marc. It was dripping wet already. His nose was assaulted with her musky scent of arousal. Apparently punishing her slave had been a big turn-on for her.

The lioness played with herself some while Marc watched. He found himself becoming aroused. His cock started to become erect, but it pressed into the hard leather and even harder rivets of the harness. He tried to stop himself, but watching his Mistress fingering herself was too much for his body. His cock tried to grow even as it pressed harder and harder against the straps. Soon he was shifting uncomfortable back and forth.

"Is my little slave beginning to learn why this is called 'cock and ball torture'?" she asked sweetly.

Marc could not reply, but his look said it all.

"Oh, but it gets worse!" she gleefully added.

"Come here and pleasure me with that nice big cock on your head!"

Marc stared at her in utter shock.

"Now! Move it!"

Marc shuffled over to his Mistress on his knees. He got between her large muscular thighs. Her pink pussy was open and waiting for the dildo attached to his mouth. He had no choice except to place the tip of the dildo against her open slit. He leaned forward, and it slid into her cunt.

Mistress Sasha howled as an orgasm took her. She had been getting so horny playing with and punishing her slave that just the first thrust of the dildo was enough to send her off in a mind-blowing climax. Her juices flowed out of her cunt and down over her body to the floor. More of her juices got on Marc and the dildo harness as he was forced to pleasure her with the large dildo repeatedly.

Marc was forced to watch the dildo go in and out of his Mistress' cunt from a very close and intimate perspective. He heard every juicy slurp clearly as it moved in and out. He could feel her body shaking from the intensity of her orgasms. His nose was filled with her scent. Her juices covered his face and flowed down over his neck and chest.

The slave had been caught starting to masturbate while watching his Mistress. Despite their different species and his status of slave, he found her sexually very attractive. Being so close to her sex and totally immersed in her was sending him into a sexual frenzy.

Unfortunately there was still the harness wrapped about his cock. Even as his body tried to give him the biggest, hardest erection he had ever had, it restricted him. The straps were almost cutting into his flesh hard enough to draw blood. The pain was growing even as Marc was forced to service his Mistress. He could feel every rivet head as they were forced into the sides of his shaft.

Still his Mistress forced Marc to pleasure her.

When the pain grew too great Marc tried to withdraw and get some temporary relief. Mistress Sasha just grabbed his hair and pulled him forward. The entire length of the dildo was buried into her snatch, and his nose was pressed up against her engorged clitty. She closed her legs and caught his head between her thighs in a vise-like grip.

"No rest for you until I am done!" she growled at him between pants.

Mistress Sasha held Marc between her thighs for a dozen or so minutes. He had to endure the pain in his crotch as his hard-on refused to abate. To add to his discomfort, Mistress Sasha repeatedly ran the tuff of her tail over his balls.

When she released his head, Mistress Sasha was still not done. She spread her legs even wider than before and scooted her bottom to the very edge of the seat. She grabbed the back of Marc's head in both paws. Mercilessly she forced his head back and forth to drive the dildo into her cunt and bring herself off repeatedly again as he was forced to watch.

Only when she was totally drained did Mistress Sasha place a paw on Marc's forehead and push him away. He fell to the floor and curled up in a ball. His hands grabbed his cock and tried to relieve the pain.

"Onto your back!" Mistress Sasha ordered Marc.

Reluctantly he did as ordered. His hands still were over his crotch, though.

"Unless you want me to unscrew that dildo on your mouth and shove it up your ass hole, get those arms to your sides!"

Marc's hands snapped down to his sides.

Marc stood and looked down at her slave. He was obviously in bad shape with his cock pressing against the CBT harness. She snorted.

"So you liked that, did you? Maybe we should do it again. Frequently."

Marc looked up at her in horror. He did not know if he could live through many more of these sessions.

Mistress Sasha reached down and undid several straps. The CBT harness dropped away, and Marc's erection snapped up. His shaft was a mixture of red, blue and black.

"That should teach you not to masturbate without permission," she said.

"Still, there is the little matter of your current state..."

Mistress Sasha got down on her paws and knees straddling Marc's legs. He had a hard time seeing what she was doing around the large dildo jutting up from his mouth, but there was no mistaking the touch of her tongue running up the underside of his shaft from his base to his knob.

Marc screamed in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. Having his Mistress fellate him normally would be a dream come true. The abuse of his shaft had left it hurting and sensitive. Her rough tongue both excited and hurt him. He started flopping around on the floor. His Mistress just grabbed his hips and put all of her weight on him. She trapped his legs under her calves.

Marc's final torture did not last long as he came almost immediately. Mistress Sasha lifted her head and allowed his jism to arch over his belly and land on his chest.

Mistress Sasha stood. She looked down at her slave and said, "Clean up the gear and put it away. After that clean yourself up and start dinner."

She half turned to go but paused. She looked back down at Marc and added, "I want plenty of more meat tonight."

Mistress Sasha winked and left the dungeon.