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The last time I saw my mother was right before she was moved. It was still two years before I graduated high school, but working for the government meant having to relocate and in this case it meant moving to another country entirely. It wasn't all bad. Me and my brother, we had our dad, and although he wasn't as caring or understanding as she was he was there for us when we needed him. After high school, I went to college and I'm currently a sophomore, but in the four years since I last saw my mother, there have been attempts to get together sooner. We made plans to visit her, but those got canceled due to an international incident. She later made plans to come back to visit us, but if it wasn't one thing, it was another. The first time, her flight got canceled and her schedule moved around. Another time we went on a trip outside the states, but what we didn't know was that mom had made special plans to come visit us. It still pains me to think about it. And then after I started college, I became too busy while everyone else was free and thus their free time became the ideal time for her to visit. There was one chance for her to come visit me at my college, but she wound up having to leave early and I was left with an emptiness that only she could fill.

Finally, after more than four years of missing her, waiting for her, counting down the days before I finally got to hold her in my arms, I was finally gonna go visit my mom. It was spring break and I was in between classes with no homework over the break and no obligations at work. I was able to take the time off and I wasted no time packing, planning, and readying my car for the road. We were still weathering the effects of a brutal winter storm, but icy roads weren't gonna stop me. Fate has kept me from my mom before, it won't keep me away this time. With all my clothes, toiletries, and other essential items packed, I eagerly stuffed my car, climbed in, and headed out onto the cold, wintry road, traffic down to a minimum thanks to starting my journey around 10 o'clock at night. I was grinning from ear to ear, but unfortunately that's the last thing I remember.

Honestly, it doesn't even feel like it was that long ago, like I pulled over to the side of the road to rest my eyes for a moment and a minute or so passed, but that couldn't be the case. When I left, it was shortly before midnight and as I open my eyes, it's brighter than it's been the last couple days. The light hurts my eyes, so it takes a moment to adjust and my vision is blurry. My arms and legs feel numb and motionless, as if they'd fallen asleep and haven't quite woken up yet. I feel an itch on my nose and try to move my arm to scratch it, but I have no control over my limb. I try moving the other one, but that one remains motionless as well. My legs still won't move and after a moment the numbness begins to dissipate and a terrible ache starts to develop in my hips and shoulders. I feel a heavy strain as well on each of my four limbs as though they were being stretched. I once again try to move, but I can't bring my hand to my face or any of my aching joints. I realize then, though, that it's not because they're asleep, but as I rotate my wrist slightly I find my limbs are in fact stretched out and bound.

“Wha-" I manage to say, my voice raspy and quiet.

I blink a few times, trying to clear my vision, and soon enough I'm able to see clearly. I'm not in my car, I'm not even outdoors anymore. I don't know where I am. The floor is concrete and the air is cold, blanketing me in a way that shouldn't happen unless I had no clothes. I see a large mirror in front of me, capable of viewing my entire body in the reflection, and my heart begins beating furiously in my chest at what I see.

“What? No. No!" My voice is still raspy, but louder as I come out of my haze.

I'm completely naked, suspended by a large, rectangular metal frame with my arms and legs outstretched in an X-form, my wrists and ankles bound by straps connected to metal cables keeping my limbs stretched out. My stomach flutters at the sight of a small contraption on my sheath, completely encasing it while a small, metal attachment connects to a metal bowl that's currently hiding my scrotum, a narrow opening squeezing the top and forming a suction with the perineum. I stare down in disbelief, trying to flex my cock or push it out, but the chastity cage has my member completely sealed in my scabbard. I'm also wearing a collar, black leather, thin, and tight, providing a little difficulty in breathing.

“What's going on? What the fuck?!" Panic grips me and my breathing becomes ragged as I look around, panicked by the situation I've found myself in. I can't see the rest of the room very clearly. The walls are also made of concrete and the ceiling looks about 12 feet high. To my left, I see a table with some random items: tubes, plugs, wires, and things I can't quite make out. To the right of the mirror is a TV monitor that's currently off and along the wall a little more is a large glass window looking into a dark, empty room. Beyond that the wall turns a corner that I can't see past at the moment and I can't really make out anymore of the room behind me. I struggle in my bonds, loud clanking sounds resounding off the walls as I fight to free myself, though the restraints seem pretty inescapable.

“No, this can't be real. This has to be a dream. This has to be..." I close my eyes in the vain hope that I would wake, but the cold air and muscle strain remains as I open my eyes again, a quiet sob coming over me as my emotions begin to break at my situation.

There's a door behind me that opens and I halt my emotional breakdown, fear gripping me as I see in the mirror multiple people coming through. The first one is a tiger, then a doberman, then a gazelle, then a gorilla, and finally a tall ram. Aside from the ram, who's wearing a leather jacket that's opened in the front to reveal a plain, black shirt underneath and black jeans, everyone else is wearing three-piece suits with black blazers, dress shirts that are white, gray, pink, or peach, and dress slacks. I can't make out their shoes, but I'm hardly looking at their feet, instead watching their faces as they enter.

“To be honest, sir, I'm surprised you decided to make the trip out here. Most of our clients would rather stay home where it's safer," the ram speaks with a deep, gruff voice.

“Well, I wanted to see how you prepare my new ornament. You can record it and send me the video, but I think a personal viewing would be more enjoyable," the dobie responds, his voice not as deep as the ram's but very domineering. “Besides, I'm told that you take the utmost precautions when your clients come for a visit."

“Of course. Everything here is maintained internally. Any contact made outside the area is blocked. There are no outgoing signals or incoming signals that could be traced back to us or to our clients."

“If that's the case, then how do you make contact with your clients?"

“Our agents have specific locations-"

“Hey!" I call out, anxious to get some answers. “What's going on? Why am I here?"

The entire group stops to look at me with annoyed expressions. “How rude?" responds the dobie.

“Hm. Guess our new vulpine guest is awake," the ram adds.

He continues walking towards me as the rest of the anthros stop a good fifteen feet away with the dobie standing front and center. “Guest? What do you mean? What are you gonna do?" I struggle in my restraints, trying to pull away but unable to make any progress. The ram steps up to the frame and flips a floor lock on the wheel base. I feel a slight movement in the frame and suddenly I'm spun around 180 degrees to face the other anthros. I finally get a look at the rest of the room and it's large, with four concrete pillars separated evenly in a room that looked to be at least 50ft by 50ft.

Considering my position, I feel a little guilty when the first thing to cross my mind is that my naked body is on display for total strangers to gawk at. I blush in humiliation, my heart beating furiously and body burning with shame as my caged sheath is flashed in front of foreign eyes. I try to cover up my genitals with my tail, but as I twitch it I realize that too is bound, pulled back and attached to the back of the collar. Tears start to form in my eyes as embarrassment becomes overwhelming.

The ram steps back to stand next to the rest of the group, smiling as they all gaze at my nude, bound form. “Please, just tell me what I'm doing here." I plead with a soft tone, hoping a more submissive voice will garner some answers.

“And you're positive they're not gonna find him?" the dobie asks, pointing at me while addressing the ram. I guess I won't be getting answers from asking.

“Hehe, don't worry," the ram states. He pulls out a remote and points it upward to a two-sided display monitor hanging from the ceiling. He flips it on to show a news article and once I read a short portion, my heart sinks and the tears began to flow. There's a picture of my car abandoned on the side of the road, door opened and paw prints heading into the snow. The ram explains, “It seems our little friend here pulled off on the side of the road at night some time and decided to go for a stroll. Some fox tracks lead north through the snow and disappear into a nearby lake. This was eight days ago." Eight days? I think with severe terror. I've been here eight days? That can't be right. This can't be happening! “Right now, authorities are too busy searching Ohio to consider other possible locations."

“Ohio? Where's that?" asks the gorilla with a thick South American accent.

“It's in the northern United States," replies the dobie. Another mental shock as I realize I'm no longer in the states and I begin to shake as the prospect of being rescued from whatever these men have planned for me dwindles away.

The ram nods. “So, rest assured, his current location is perfectly secured." More tears fall from my eyes and I struggle again, trying desperately to free myself, but with my arms outstretched so far, I have very little room to maneuver. Even if I wasn't tied so tautly, I doubt I'd have the strength to free myself.

“All right, then. Well, whenever you're ready to start."

“Very well." The ram steps over to the table.

“Wait. Wait!" I plead, all eyes staring at me with disinterest. “Please, just tell me what you want from me. Why are you doing this?"

The dobie grumbles. “Is he gonna talk this whole time?"

“Actually, after I modify his digestive tract, he won't be able to make any sound at all." The ram speaks with no concern for my well-being and the implication of what he said makes my heart skip a beat as pure fear fills my body. My fur stands on end and the chill air affects me more harshly. “If you want me to muzzle him now, I can. But he won't be talking for long."

I turn to look at the ram and then at the dobie, shear panic in my eyes. “Mm, I guess I can put up with it for a moment longer."

“All right."

“No! Please!" I beg, but they all just stare at me while the ram picks up something from the table. He comes over and pulls off a cap on the tip of my sheath's cage and attaches something to the rim. I feel it brush up against my belly fur. The ram grabs the remote and points it at the display monitors again and switches the image. I feel my spine freeze up as the image display changes to a downward looking view of my trapped cock, crystal clear image of my penis with the urethral opening at the center.

“We like to begin with the sexual organs as they can be the most troublesome if not dealt with immediately." I continue to shake with trepidation as the ram leans down and I see something long and slender enter into view. The ram shoves the thin, transparent object down past the opening in my glans and begins inserting it into my penis. I seethe in pain as a burning sensation erupts in my dick and spreads as the sound is shoved deeper and deeper into my urethra. I shudder, trying to move, but the ram keeps me steady, forcing the full length of the metal tube inside my body. I look on in horror at the internal sight of my cock, the opening continuing to burn as the ram steps away.

“God, why are you doing this? Please, just tell me! Why won't you tell me? Urgh, it hurts!" My pleas go unheeded as expected, everyone staring with interest and intrigue at how the ungulate will modify my body next. Unfortunately, due to a mixture of shame and pain, I feel a sense of arousal come on, causing my dick to begin attempting to grow within the confines of the cage. As it has no room to expand, I immediately feel a sense of back pressure on my confused foxhood.

“So, is this what he has to put up with for the rest of his life?" the dobie asks.

“Heh, he's about to wish this was all," the ram responds, giddy at the underlying torment in his answer.

“Wha- What do you mean?" I ask, still burning from the urethral sound.

The ram is holding a syringe with a few milliliters of a green liquid inside and a thin needle at the tip. He inserts the needle into the center of the catheter and pushes down on the plunger, releasing the green liquid and causing a warming sensation in my caged member. The warmth turns to a freezing sensation, causing me to shake in pain, more tears streaming down my cheeks and staining my fur. After a moment, the freeze turns to a scalding burn and I cringe at the contradictory stimulations. “See, the catheter and testicular repressors, while overall are not that bulky, do take up a good deal of space when inserted into the urethra. Therefore, before inserting them, we like to spread the opening wide, which can damage the skin and lead to infection or worse, thus making him useless as a living decoration."

What the fuck is going on?! Living decoration?! Ornament?! Catheter?! Testicular repressors?! What the fuck is happening?! My thoughts are scrambling to try and make sense of the situation, but it doesn't seem like I will be getting any answers except through demonstration.

“So, we start with this small sound and then inject a fluid that gets absorbed into the penis, altering its elasticity. This way, we can insert even thicker sounds without damaging the organ and risking the object."

Object? You mean me! I'm not an object, I'm a living fucking fox! “No, no, no, no! Please don't do this. Please take it out," I beg, unable to stop myself.

“Once we get a thicker sound inside which will remain permanently, the elasticity will go back to normal while adapting to the invasive tube penetrating his penis." No! Please! This can't be happening! Wake up! Please, wake up! “Gotta say, with all this new technology, it's making it so much easier to modify people into objects. Makes you wonder how we managed before today."

Everyone chuckles as the ram looks at me and smiles before removing the sound and placing it and the syringe on the table. I take a quick breather as the burning subsides a little, though still feeling a fiery pain from the liquid itself. The ram grabs something else from the table. “All right, gentlemen. This next part never changes. Prepare for a lot of screaming."

I watch in horror as all four well-dressed anthros brace themselves in expectation of what I'm about to do. I don't know why, but I watch wide-eyed at the monitor as the ram leans down, holding something over my cock and pressing down. I see another sound, only this time it looks over half an inch thick. “No, no, no!" I find no mercy as the ram pushes the rod down, splitting my urethral opening wide and the result is exactly as he predicted. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" I scream at the top of my lungs as an intense blaze of scorching agony lights up my cock as the sound penetrates my tight penile entrance.

“Damn!" the dobie exclaims, ears splayed back in annoyance at my cries. “Figured an increase in elasticity would make the insertion more bearable."

“AAAAAAAAHHHHH! AAAAAAAHHH! AAAAAAAHHH!" I wail and flail about, my tender pole being speared and tortured as the ram continues pushing the thick rod deeper and deeper into my dark penile depths.

“The fluid I injected causes intense burning and given the circumference of this tube, his nerves are gonna be pushed to the limit." Deeper it goes and wider my agony spreads. “He'll get used to it... or he won't. We're actually not sure." I shudder uncontrollably as I'm helpless to stop the excruciating inferno being inflicted on my cock.

“Eh, doesn't matter anyway," the dobie says. “He'll shut up soon enough."

The tears come quickly, my eyes burning almost as bad as my penis as the ram shoves inch after inch into my small, tender pole, crying, sobbing, shuddering. “OH, GOD! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT, JUST PLEASE PULL IT OUT!"

“Aw, isn't that cute," the dobie responds with a falsely sympathetic smile on his face. “He thinks he has a choice."

I stutter and my jaw shakes as my heart beats furiously as I watch the ram finish shoving the torturous pole into my urethra, my insides free for all to see. “NOOOOOO! PLEASE, SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE!" With my dickhole spread wider than it should ever have to go, the ram grabs another item off the table and begins inserting it. I watch through watery eyes as three separate, smaller tubes are shoved inside the sound. One tube has a round, plastic bulb about twice as wide as the tube itself, covering the end. The other tubes are much thinner and have thin, relatively long (about half an inch) metal bars at the very end. As the smaller tubes scrape up against the sound, I feel a strong tingling separate from the raging flame of my gaping urethra. The tingling causes an unwanted arousal and I shiver as my cock tries to grow again inside the cage. “NOOOO!"

I watch, as does everyone, as inch after inch after inch of plastic tubing is threaded through my burning urethra and into the depths of my internal anatomy. I feel a strong pressure inside my groin as the thicker tube I figure is the catheter and gets inserted all the way into my bladder. The thinner tubes seem to go deeper and I guess they're being snaked through my ejaculatory duct and into my vas deferens. The pressure spreads and augments both the sexually stimulation and the fiery pain in my penis before I feel a very uncomfortable prodding in my testicles.

Once the tubes are fully inserted, the ram clips off the ends, leaving the edge of the tubes completely level with the rim of the cage. With the invasive procedure finished, the ram holds the cage and begins pointing at the gaping hole in my glans. “Now, with all that hardware fit inside the fleshy insides, the fox no longer has any control of what comes out of his dick." My jaw shudders more as I release more stinging tears to flow down my matted cheeks.

“Really?" the dobie asks with a sly smirk. “So, I have total control of him now?"

“Well, not quite yet. At this point, the tubes simply prevent anything from being released. The catheter has a very thick bulbous plug that creates a strong suction with the bladder's exit preventing any urine from escaping. The repressors release a very, very small electrical signal that blocks certain muscular contractions in the groin, preventing him from orgasming. He can be teased and edged for eternity and never once cum. Not unless his owner allows it." The group chuckles while I tear up at the thought of being perpetually edged, a horrid thought given that at the moment my cock still burns excruciatingly.

“What makes you think I'd want him to?" the dobie asks, glancing at me with a mischievous smile and I shiver in fear.

“Many of our clients don't. I'll show you how most of our clients like to handle their decorations in a moment. For now, suffice it to say, in order to actually control the release of either urine or semen, you'll need to attach one of our special urinary waste disposal connectors, such as these right here." He gestures towards the table and the group looks on, but I'm too distracted by agony to care. “Or, if you would like, you can just cap it off with this. It should be noted that the sound currently holding his urethra open has sensors that detect any physical contact and respond by sending stimulating jolts to the fox's cock. Watch."

I watch as he brings a very thin rod to my penis and shoves it inside the catheter and begins scraping the sides. The action causes an intense tingling in my cock like the oversensitivity I feel after an orgasm and someone set the dial from 1 to 1000. “AAAAH! NOOOO! NOO-HO-HOOOOOO!" I writhe and jostle futilely at the treatment as he jerks off the inside of my dick for a short while, my arousal increasing and my cock feeling crushed by the constraints of the cage. He stops after what feels like several minutes, leaving me with an after effect of sexual stimulation and burning pain.

The group chuckles at my suffering. “So, the catheter has sensors too?"

“Yep. This is some smart technology."

“Now I know where all my money went."

The ram chuckles and removes the camera that had been attached to my cage. He then proceeds to place a cap on my sheath covering and with a click the sound splitting me open is out of sight, but the pain of being gorged open is still felt exceedingly in my dick. More tears fall as my body starts to feel fatigued from shuddering so much, but I have a feeling my suffering has only begun.

“So, what happens if you don't connect the catheter or the other tubes to anything?" the tiger asks, his accent European. “What if you just leave the cap on?"

“Eh, the cap is more short term. I guarantee you don't want to leave it on long-term, and I'll show you why in a bit. For now, I think it's time to finally get that digestive tract taken care of." My heart is pumping furiously and my breathing ragged with broken sobs in between. I watch as the ram picks up something else from the table and I stare in horror. He's holding what looks like some sort of small caulking gun, but the end of the barrel is a thick hole and along the barrel is a long stretch of tubing that stretches back for a few dozen feet. He stands in front of me and grins widely at the audience of four. “I love this part." Everyone else grins wickedly as the ram turns to face me. In an act of attempted defiance, I keep my mouth shut, despite the fact that I want to bawl in sobs and cries of pain. “Aw, that's funny. He thinks this is going in his mouth."

My ears perk up and my jaws drops slightly as the ram flips the lock on the wheel base and spins me around so I'm once again facing away. “Oh no! Oh God, no! No, please!" Of course, they don't listen. They want to see me suffer, but worse yet is I notice the monitor by the mirror is on and the image I see is from the gun as he points it at my backside. It seems there's a small camera attached to the end of the tubing and they intend to force me to watch as my ass is invaded by the long, plentiful tubing.

I try to struggle, but he holds me still a moment, long enough to shove the barrel past my tight sphincter. I cringe at the feeling, though the cold metal isn't big enough to truly do any real damage, the metal scrapes against the sensitive skin and violates me in a most personal way. I'm reminded at that moment of a girlfriend I had who wanted to try pegging, but I've always been highly aversed to the practice. Now, having no choice but to accept a metal rod up my butt, I clench unexpectedly and wait for my captor to violate the entire stretch of my intestines. A light activates once inside, allowing everyone the chance to visualize the disgusting, fleshy organ from the inside.

Without hesitation, the ram activates the gun and the tube begins its traversal through my guts, scraping against the mucosal walls and causing severe discomfort. “AAAAH-HA-HA! STOP! I'M BEGGING YOU, PLEASE STOP!" No one cares and I can't escape the torture being deployed upon me, continuing to cry and scream, gritting my teeth and clenching my face in pain while images of my large intestines violate my eyes. He reaches a small puckering point within my intestines and stops.

“This here, gentlemen, is the ileocecal valve. When we push past this, we go from the large intestine to-" he begins threading the tube through the tight pucker and enters a smaller organic cavern, “- the small intestine."

He continues on, inch after inch, foot after foot of tubing through my guts, spreading the discomfort throughout my belly. I cry and wail and shake as my body is wracked with pain and humiliation. After a couple minutes, he pushes past the pyloric sphincter and snakes the tubing up towards the lower esophageal sphincter. “Well, here it is. After this, the tube will be running through his throat and we won't be hearing another word out of this creature. Do you have any last words, fox?"

More tears and more sobs are the first things to come and I know there's no pity. All I can do is provide one more plea for mercy, for empathy, for basic anthro decency. I close my eyes and shake my head, speaking in a soft voice, “Please. Please, don't do this."

“Eh, I was hoping for something more creative." I didn't expect it to work, but it was all I had. The ram finishes threading the tube, pushing past the lower sphincter and traveling up my esophagus. I feel the plastic length filling up my throat, moving up further and further and I reactively try swallowing, again and again, anxiously trying unsuccessfully to keep it down. It comes up past the pharynx, causing me to gag as the end pushes past my tongue and out the end of my muzzle, the horrible taste of my intestines lingering on the tube. I'm forced to inflate my throat around the tube to keep breathing, though I begin to wonder if I'd be better off allowing it to suffocate me. It seems my body wouldn't cooperate anyway as I can't stop myself from trying to swallow or regurgitate it.

“For this last bit still hanging out, we can actually shrink the tubing. If you watch, we can get it to relax and retract until it's past the fox's anus." I can't see what they're doing, but I begin to fall into a deep depression as my body is invaded and control taken over without explanation. I hear them call me a decoration, but what that means I can't say. All I can do is hang here on this rack as the ram continues to abuse my body while everyone else watches. “This here acts as a plug for the digestive system. We have another similar hook for the muzzle. Once we fully compress the tubing, the two hooks will be kept in place by opposing pulls. This one here prevents any poop from escaping without proper removal."

I listen as the situation just gets worse and worse. They took away my ability to urinate and now they're taking away my ability to defecate. I feel some light jostling of the end of the tube hanging out my rectum and after a moment I here a whir and sense the tube being pulled inside. I also feel something a little sturdier, like cold metal sliding against my anus until finally everything is fully embedded inside my tailhole. I let a few more tears fall as the ram pulls the remaining cold metal out, leaving my backdoor to close tightly.

Once finished, he unclasps the lock on the wheel base again and spins me around, forcing me to look upon my captor and the audience while the tube still dangles off my lips. I know I'm a pathetic sight and that just seems to excite them all, three of them sporting boners within the confines of their slacks, one of them fondling himself. I simply shiver and continue autonomically trying to swallow the invasive tube or trying to puke it out. The ram grabs my jaw and pulls it down, a slight bit of pain to add to my mistreated body, and puts something inside that aligns with my teeth. A cold piece of metal is shoved into the corners of my jaw with some sort of padding that covers each of my teeth. The metal holds my jaw open as the ram grabs an adjustable muzzle that slides over my maw with straps that go around the sides of my head and between my eyes and ears around the back, each secured in the back and keeping both the muzzle and the clasp in my jaw securely in place.

He then secures a nose piece to the muzzle with two small protrusions that fit into my nostrils. “This here will allow him to breathe. After the tubes compress, they expand outward and this will block the pathways to his lungs. To avoid suffocating him, we add these tubes to give him a way to breathe." I cry and wail as the ram inserts a small, plastic tube down each nostril, implanting them deep into my nasal passages, scraping against my sinuses. I wail and sob at the burning sensation, my whole body alight with agonizing pain, discomfort, and shame. He adjusts it somehow, managing to get the ends past the larynx and into my trachea. “There we go. Almost done."

He pulls out a transparent webbing of some kind and connects part of it to the end of the tube and another part to each corner of the clasp in my muzzle. He then attaches a small device to the end of the tube hanging from my mouth and I hear another whir, the tube retracting back into my maw with the ram following it inside, stretching the webbing along with it. I can feel the webbing pulling along the insides of my cheek. He stops once the tube is past my tongue and into my throat. “All right. One last thing." He steps around behind me and I feel more cold metal plugging up my anus and I shake, trying one final time in a futile attempt to release myself, but there's no chance I can escape this. It wouldn't matter if I escaped my bondage anyway as my strength is failing me and I'd never escape these five large male anthros. With one last whir, the tubing inside me begins expanding, inflating to fill out my vast digestive system. I feel acute pressure throughout my insides, a sense of exquisite bloating that as far as I know will never be relieved. My throat and stomach are inflated by the tubing and just like he said I can no longer take in air through my mouth, forced to breathe in through my nose, the individual scents of the sadists before me flooding my olfactory sense. With my throat ballooned out, my wailing stops and I shudder violently within my confines as any attempt to vocalize my anguish is inhibited.

The whirring stops and the ram steps in front of me again. “And with that, gentlemen, our fox's digestive and excretory system is secure and no longer under his control. Additionally, you'll notice no more whining, no more crying, no more wailing, no more weeping, no more sounds of any kind. That's because the tubing itself has blocked off his trachea, preventing any sound from escaping."

More tears fall as the group smirks with pleasure at my misery, the dobie having gotten hard himself and begun fondling his trapped cock. “Heh, too bad," he said. “I was actually kind of enjoying it, but I guess I don't want a crying ornament in my house every day." The ram puts a transparent covering over my muzzle, attaching it to the clasp and completely sealing off the inside of my mouth. “And he'll still be able to digest nutrients with all that in his system?"

“Oh, yeah. Like I said, smart technology. This tubing acts as a kind of artificial digestive network that digests, absorbs, and excretes nutrients as waste as if it were a part of his body which, at this point, it pretty much is."

“Hm, good. Wouldn't want him to starve to death after a few months. Kind of a waste of money."

“Mm-hm. Now we can put him in the proper constraints. You said you wanted the..."

“Bitch suit."

The ram snaps his fingers and I watch despondently as he moves behind the table and pulls out a small chest, pulling it behind me. After he opens it, he begins attaching long, thin leather straps to my thighs and calf just above the heel. I hang here, having lost hope of escape, my natural bodily processes having been stolen from me with everyone in sight entertained by my situation. With the straps fitted, the ram unbuckles the cuffs holding my left leg bound to the frame, folding my leg back in on itself and connecting the strap on my calf to the one on my thigh. I could try to struggle and resist, but my mind is broken now and I realize that I have no hope of escape and simply relent, offering no resistance to my captor. With my left leg bound, he does the same thing to my right leg, my knees pointing downward at an angle. He then slides a thick covering over the knee, encasing my leg in leather colored the same red as my own fur.

He does the same thing to the other leg before grabbing a thick harness, also colored red like my fur, and secures it to my torso. Some straps go across my shoulder and three around the sides and across my chest or stomach. He attaches another thick straps to the ends of the coverings on my legs, snaking it behind the base of my tail and connecting it to the bottom end of the back of my new harness. Still shaking, tears still streaming down my cheek, the ram begins sliding small metal poles through small laces within my leg coverings, one along the thigh and one along the calf. He threads another, thicker metal pole along the strap attached to the ends of both leg coverings and then connects that pole to each of the thin poles along my legs. With this done, I no longer have control of my legs which are now completely immobilized. My breathing is incredibly shaky, about the only noise I can still make, as I continue to sob silently.

“And now, the fox no longer has control over his legs. You can move them as you wish," he then demonstrates his ability to contort my legs into any position he wants, going forward and back, stretching to limits that make my tendons ache from the acute strain. Ultimately, he leaves them pointing forward in a downward slope and off to the side a bit, “until you get them into a position you're happy with."

He finishes by securing each strap, metal bar, and covering together with small padlocks, locking me in place. “Um, are the keys for those locks easily identifiable?" asks the dobie.

“Actually, each lock only requires a single key, so you don't have to mess with a whole set of keys for a bunch of locks. You only have to worry about one." The canine nods. “Of course, some of our clients just get their ornament set up in a single position and then weld everything together. Such permanence isn't usually requested, but we're not here to argue. If that's what you want, we'll do if for ya."

I shudder vehemently at the thought, but the dog shakes his head and looks on in disagreement. “Nah, I'd rather have flexibility. I think I'd rather try out a bunch of different poses."

I sigh a muted sigh at the microscopic blessing. “Yeah, that's how most people like it."

The canine nods and all four men smile and watch as the ram goes out of sight behind me and grabs something else, something big by the sound of it, then stepping up behind me again. I see big, mischievous grins form on the other anthros' faces and my heart skips a beat in terror. Suddenly, I feel something pointy prodding at my exposed, helpless rosebud and feel some pressure, splitting it open and invading my modified interior. The size of the object causes my ring to spread wide, more fiery pain erupting in the wrinkled skin as I cry more burning tears and cry out in my own head, God, why me?! Why?! Why are you doing this to me?! A long shaft is inserted, I'd say at least a foot long, before my buttocks feel something hard and form fitting connect and lift me slightly up. The ram is using some stand with a dildo at the end to hold me up, strapping the support around my waist and hips to keep me in position.

Now supported by something other than the metal rack, the ram repeats the process he used to bind my legs to this time bind my arms. Leather straps are fitted to my biceps and forearms, which are uncuffed and folded back, then attached to each other. This leaves me supported entirely by the stand and the dildo up my butt, a situation that has me leaning one way or the other, causing the prodding instrument to stretch one end of my sphincter more stressfully, leaving me in a situation of incredible discomfort. He places red-fur colored leather coverings over my folded arms, then attaches the ends of both to each other via a strap that also connects to the top of the harness on my back under my tail. He slides metal poles along the arms and down the back strap, connecting each pole together, resulting in me unable to move my arms as well. Each limb is now completely immobile and it's up to the ram or whoever wishes to position my limbs, regardless of how unpleasant it is.

“Mm, he is just looking more and more perfect every second," the dobie comments, his tone salacious as he licks his lips and smiles lustily. I don't know what the canine has planned for me, but pure devastating anxiety chills me at the thoughts that come to mind.

The ram chuckles. “And we're not even done yet." He walks in front of me a grabs something off the table and passes in front again. He's holding some metal handle bars, two side-by-side, connected to each other, with wide, thick, adjustable straps at the top and bottom. He moves behind me, sliding a collar over the one already on my neck attached to the tip of my tail, except this one completely covers my neck and embraces my tail, pressing the end up against me. He secures it tightly, adjusting it so that it completely encapsulates my neck and part of my tail, squeezing my neck and leaving me with no room to move. My heart beats wildly and my body heats up with embarrassment and horrific apprehension. He fits the bottom strap around my waist, the thick strap against encapsulating part of my tail as well as my belly. He adjusts it so that it's pressing down on my abdomen, causing further pressure on my inflated bowels and inducing further sensations of grueling bloating.

And thus my transformation into an object of decoration and perverse use has reached minimal adherence. No matter what they do, it seems there's no end to how deep a depression I can sink too, my body wracked with pain and embarrassment. I can't move my arms, legs, or tail and now I can't move my neck, I can't relieve myself of waste if I want to and I can't cum no matter how close to orgasm I get. My ass is being penetrated, spread open to limits far beyond uncomfortable levels, my entire digestive tract is bloated, my voice muted, forced to breathe through my nose, and my jaw kept in an open position. My penis still burns with agony, perpetually opened by the thick sound, unwanted arousal forcing my spongy member outward against the confined cage, and my urethra and vas deferens exhibiting intense pressure from the internal tubing. More tears come as I recognize that despite the nightmarish abuse, pain, and humiliation, I know they aren't done yet, though I can't imagine yet how it could possibly get worse.

“The basic setup is done. Now, it's simply a matter of preference how you wish to proceed." The ram unbuckled the restraints on the stand holding me up, then grabbed the handle bars attached to my back and lifted me up, removing the dildo from my anus with a burning, scraping sensation. I cry silently as he carries me over to the table on the right, laying me down on my back with my folded arms and legs pointed upward. I watch as everyone gathers around me like a museum exhibition, an object to gawk at or leer at. My nerves are beyond frayed in every possible meaning as the ram steps to my right, the dobie on my left, and the other three positioned behind me and visible from between my spread legs.

“Now, going forward, you should know that feeding can be a bit of a headache. Because the tubing itself acts as a sort of artificial digestive system, it will absorb as many nutrients as it can. This means there's no need to worry about making sure he's getting enough food. And if his body doesn't need it, it won't absorb anymore and the excess food gets excreted as normal. Since his body won't automatically absorb all nutrients or liquids, there's really no downside to overfeeding him. You can completely stuff his gullet and he'll continue on without issue." Listening to the ram describe ways they can treat me makes my stomach turn.

“The problem is that the tubing around the throat isn't very smart. It's a design flaw that so far hasn't been fixed. So, if you stuff anything in his muzzle right now, as it is, it won't go down his throat unless it's liquid or gel and his head is held above stomach level. Once it moves from the stomach to the intestines, it's no problem, but from mouth to stomach there's nothing stopping any food or drink from going back to his mouth. Fortunately, there are solutions and we've provided them at no extra cost. Also, just an aside, the tubing can digest pretty much any organic matter, so what you choose to feed him is irrelevant, as long as it fits through a tube." The dog listens intently, nodding along as the ram explains how to force feed me.

“Now, first let me say that everything is removable, interchangeable. Don't like the decorative setup? We'll send you a new set. Don't want to handle any setup yourself? We'll take care of it for you. Likewise, the mouthpiece is interchangeable as well. If you only want tubing connected to his muzzle when you're feeding him and no other time, there are covers like this one right here," he says pointing to the cover on my muzzle. He shows him other ones on the table which I can't see from where I'm laying. I notice my saliva building in my muzzle, unable to swallow. “There's also these if anything else strikes you. For feeding though, we have these."

He reaches over and grabs something, holding it over me as he removes the cover on my muzzle, leaving my mouth open and exposed. He holds a cover similar to the one he just removed with transparent plastic or glass, but in the middle are a couple small tubes and one much larger one. The outer tubes are clipped, I'm guessing as these are meant merely as a demonstration. My heart palpitates wildly, my chest burning with fear as the ram places the new cover on my muzzle. “This one allows food and liquid to be dispensed, but allows for no control of feeding, save for how much is dispensed."

He ends his description promptly as he removes that cover and grabs another one, similar cover except far more intimidating. This new cover has a very long and thick tube, able to reach from my muzzle down to my stomach easily and thick enough to block any space in my throat and prevent food or liquid from coming back up. “This one is more typical of maintaining absolute control of not just what goes into your ornament but how much _ and _ with high precision." I quiver as more tears flow from my cheeks as the ram maneuvers the thick, long tube down my throat, expanding my already ballooning esophagus out further, using my building saliva as lubricant for the invasive tool, and snaking it down to my stomach. The cover clasps into the muzzle easily and the ram leaves it in, the sensation of the thick rod adding a new level of discomfort that makes me struggle, trying feebily to cough it up or try and pull it out. I know full well I won't succeed, but my body is so distressed that I literally can't help but try. “The tube goes all the way down to his stomach and prevents any evacuation of food. Everything you send into his body gets digested immediately or passed through."

“I'm curious," the tiger spoke up again. “What happens if you overfeed him when his stomach is blocked off? Like, say, something goes wrong and you wind up feeding him too much, will his stomach burst if it has no where to go?" The thought is a painful one, but a welcome one if it releases me from this humiliating agony.

“Ah, good question. Actually, if the stomach is full, it immediately begins distributing it downward into his intestines. It never gets backed up so much that it inflates his stomach anymore."

“Is there any chance of failure of the tubing?" asks the dobie and the ram looks uncertain.

“Well... I guess there might be, but I haven't heard of it happening... either in our organization or the one that made this tubing. Based on the statistics, I'd say you really don't have anything to worry about."

The cat and dog seem satisfied with his answer. “Well, anyway, this is the most common feeding tube. Most people just prefer to send all the food to the stomach and not worry about it. Others, though, prefer to give their ornaments some stimulation."

The ram removes the tubing from my throat, a nerve-wracking sensation as the length is dragged across my tongue, leaving a string of drool as it's pulled from my maw and leaving me with the desire to cough or gag, but denied. The ram then grabs another cover, this one more a mixture of the two he's already described. There's a large length of some extension, but it's not a tube. It looks like some flexible metal with interspersed bands with little puckered membranes in the middle. The cover has a couple small tubes and one large tube like the first one. “Now this one gives you the best of both worlds." He inserts the metal as he did the tube, immediately inducing the desire to cough, gag, or swallow with no luck. The entire length travels down to my stomach before the cover is attached to my muzzle. Again, I struggle to try and remove it, though my limbs can barely even shake within the confined bonds. “The tubes allow food to be dispensed directly in the ornament's muzzle, giving him a taste of whatever their being fed. That length of metal acts artificially to move the food or liquid through the esophagus and into the stomach. There are a series of artificial sphincters that undulate towards the stomach, allowing substances to move one way, but not the other."

“Buttholes for the throat. Nice," the tiger chimes with an amused grin.

“Wait, why would anyone want either this one or the first one to begin with?" asks the gorilla. “The stomach tube seems like the best option."

“Heh, well some are actually just giving their ornaments something positive, a little something to make up for the fact that they're no longer eating whatever they want." Each of the four scoff. The ram's tone changes to express his own sense of personal distaste. “On the other hand, there are those who actually like feeding their ornaments rather... unsavory things and want to make sure they taste it. Some of our clients really want their products to suffer."

My eyes go wide and I no longer shake gently within my bonds, but violently in terror, my mind brimming with horrendous thoughts at what these men could force into my mouth. “Uh, what does that mean?" the gorilla asks, cringing with disgust.

The ram smiles and cocks his brow. “I'll let you guys use your imagination." The gorilla, tiger, and gazelle shake their heads while the dobie looks at me with a sinister smile. I shudder in terror. “And I'm not here to dictate how our clients use their property. I just supply them with the means. I leave it up to you and everyone else to decide how you prefer to feed him." The dobie continues to stare at me, leering at me with sinister undertones and I quake within my immobilizing bonds. “And then, there's this. I think you'll like this."

The dobie finally looks away from me and back at the ram, leaving me to stare up with continued terror. The ungulate hands the dog another mouthpiece with a somewhat obscure cover on the front and sides with several overlapping plates. “What is this?" the canine asks with a confused look.

“That is a muzzle cover that allows for use of the ornament's muzzle, providing you with a slick surface to assist with pleasuring yourself with while also preventing any fluid from escaping the ornament's lips." The dobie cocks an eyebrow as I stare up, perpetually fearful. “Go ahead and try it out."

The ram gestures towards me and this time it's the canine who removes the mouthpiece currently plugging my mouth and throat. He pulls the tubing out of my esophagus much more forcefully than the ram, a similar sensation to a violent regurgitation that leaves me wishing I could gag. More spit stains my cheeks as the dog hands the ram the long tube and places the new cover over my muzzle, clicking it in place. I'm anxious and apprehensive towards what the cover actually does, but the dobie quickly shows me. Apparently, the front of the cover is a soft, clenched membrane with a hole in the center that can be separated and used to insert long, no doubt phallic objects. At the moment, the canine inserts two of his fingers passed the membrane and begins scraping his claws along the tip of my tongue. My heart beats and my nerves fire and I react by retracting my tongue back as far as I can bring it. The dog's devilish grin widens as he tries snaking his fingers inside in an attempt to fish out my maw's organ.

“You can make that easier," says the ram. “Watch." I turn my eyes warily as I watch the ungulate unclasp something on the corners of my muzzle. “Notice how the sides have overlapping panels?" The dobie nods and the ram proceeds to separate my lower jaw from my upper jaw, opening my maw to allow more room for the dog to force his way inside. I shiver dreadfully as the canine somehow manages to grow his demonic grin wider as he shoves pretty much his entire paw inside my mouth with nothing stopping him from grabbing my tongue.

Oh God, no! He snags the sensitive organ within three clawed fingers and pulls, additional sources of pain as the sharp pincers bear down on my tongue and intense pressure accumulates as he pulls his paw out and the end of my tongue with it. He pulls hard, smiling with sadistic joy as I squint my eyes in anguish, more tears flowing. He holds my tongue for several seconds, shaking as the pressure builds up and I feel a sharp burn as he seems close to tearing out the organ as everyone else just watches with amusement.

Finally, he releases my tongue and I pull it back inside the membrane, crying hard, despondent tears as no sound escapes my lips to express how utterly distraught I've become. “Hmm, lovely. I'm sure we'll find a lot of joy out of that."

“Excellent. And, as always, if you have any ideas, please let us know and we'll try and work with you to make it a reality."

“Of course."

“Now, moving onto the other end, let's talk about how we generally handle the back door." I open my eyes wide in alarm at the thought of my captors inserting various contraptions into my rear and begin fruitlessly struggling with my unbreakable bonds again. The ram moves behind me and the dobie shifts his stance, stepping to his left to get a better view of my ass. More tears fall as I await the unjust treatment of my exposed tailhole. “The main concern is disposal of waste. As he is now, the plug I inserted earlier prevents movement of feces past the anus without special equipment, unless there's an excessive buildup. If the pressure gets high enough, the plug will open and allow shit to flow through. I admit, there are a few clients that actually operate that way, but I'm sure you're not looking to get that messy."

“You're damn right!" the dobie responds enthusiastically, filling me with a small ounce of relief that he doesn't intend to leave me stopped up, though I soon realize that may not necessarily be the case.

“Right, and thus we have these removable plugs that insert easily into the permanent one inside. One simple shove..." he begins and soon I feel the cold, hard object pressing against my tight ring. After a second and a good deal of pressure, my sphincter gives in and spreads out, making room for the invasive object sliding along my orifice for several inches. The piercing in my anus causes a slight burn, but not actually as bad as I figured, leaving me with a slight sense of relief, though I remain disheartened and violated harshly nonetheless. The ram finishes up, “... push inside until you reach the middle mark, and... there it is. No extra connections or straps to hold it in place. Nothing necessary to hold it in place 'cause any movement and it'll snap right back into place."

The ram pushes and pulls the plug away and towards himself, putting extra pressure on my rosebud, but I'm able to deal with the pain. The dobie leans down and begins playing with the phallic object sticking out of my anus, rolling it around up and down, back and forth, checking to make sure it's not going anywhere. “So, it's secured?"

“Definitely. Give it a good tug."

My eyes bulge once again as the dog pulls on the plug. AAAAAAAHHH! STOP! STOOOOOP! PLEASE, IT HURTS! The relief I felt before dissolves away as an eruption of volcanic fire burns through my tortured rear. I shake, barely able to move, unable to halt my attempts to free myself and relieve the pain. I shake my head around, trying desperately to find some way to end my misery.

“Ooh, I don't think he likes that," the gorilla says with a humored grin.

Everyone else stares at me as I shuffle around, grins of delight formed on their cocky muzzles. The dobie doesn't relent, but instead pulls harder, causing the pain to increase. “Go ahead, pull as hard as you want. You won't get that plug out." At the ram's insistence, the dog pulls even harder, a slight increase to my agony and I wail unsuccessfully to end or at the very least alleviate my torment. My energy leaves me and I stop shaking as violently as I watch through tear-muddled eyes my torturer trying to tear out my rectum. Finally, after several seconds of the canine having a tug of war with my sphincter, he finally gives up and releases the plug, a wave of reprieve overcoming my brutalized back door.

I breathe heavily, my chest heaving as one of the few parts of my body that isn't immobilized. “Damn! That fucker is stuck!" the dobie says with a chuckle.

“Yeah. And nothing gets through that plug without assistance. It's easy enough to control, just have to make sure a collection tube is in place. Then you can void his bowels using an automatic control or, if you like, there's a way to automatically detect a certain build up of pressure or even time it to release anything stuck inside at certain intervals or times of the day."

“Wow! You guys thought of everything." I watch the blurred image of a canine and a ram discuss controlling how and when I can shit. “So, can you take it out?"

The ram nods. “You just grab it like this, hold here..." he grabs the plug, moving it against my ring, frightening me that he might trying pulling out my colon again. Instead, as he tugs, the protruding object slides outside of my rectum, freeing it and allowing my anus to close tightly. “... and just pull out." There's some form of pressure in my sphincter as if some internal force were compelling it to pucker up. I hear a clang as he sets the phallic object on the table.

“And one thing that's important to a lot of clients – I think you'll enjoy this – is that no matter what you insert inside him, no matter how wide you open that tight hole up, it will always revert back to a tight, puckered state." The two men are grinning wickedly at each other as the dog and I are both informed that my asshole would be perpetually renewed as long as he owns me.

“So, basically, you're telling me I'll always have a decoration with a virgin asshole?" I shudder at thoughts of my future.

“Mm-hm. Here, feel how tight that is." The ram sticks a finger up my asshole, not nearly as thick as the plug a moment ago, but still generating pressure. Oddly enough, the feel of a living man's fingers inside me bothers me more than the thicker plug, feeding me more shame. He removes his finger and the dobie inserts his own, the humiliating process of being fingered inducing more tears. The dobie then inserts a second and a third, playing around with my back entrance, spreading me open, tickling the interior, pumping slightly, an act of sheer embarrassment.

“Wow! Even now, I can feel how tight he is, like his asshole is actually squeezing my fingers."

“Yep. And to show you just how effective it is..."

The ram doesn't finish his sentence, instead reaching behind me and cocking an eyebrow at the canine. The dobie looks back at me with sinister joy as I feel something new and cold pressing against my tight, wrinkled source of their amusement. I soon feel immense pressure and my sphincter split apart again, but this time the sensation continues for some time, stretching wider and wider as an obviously giant plug is speared through my anus. I bulge my eyes wide and try desperately in vain to scream though the tubing, a vehement pain of a blazing pyre being forced upon my tortured pucker as my captor shoves inch after inch of the gargantuan invader into my large intestine.

AAAAAAAAH! STOOOOOOOOP! NOOOOOOO! FUUUCK! TAKE IT OUT! FUCK, PLEASE, TAKE IT OUT! My thoughts would never be heard, but it wouldn't matter as the canine nods happily at my sodomization, the obvious mistreatment of my sensitive ass bringing him much satisfaction. The ram continues to invade my colon, my body tense as I helplessly accept the intrusive instrument that leaves my backside with the sensation of searing pain. OH, GOD! PLEASE, TAKE IT OUT! IT'S TOO MUCH! FUCK, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!

The dobie grabs the thick probe and begins pulling on it, much to the ram's approval, again showing how irremovable it is. The agony in my tailhole worsens, though I barely notice as the painful flame kindled by the massive spreading has pushed my pain tolerance to its limits. He doesn't spend too much time trying to remove the unmovable, his release providing no noticeable relief to my brutalized bud.

“So, either he is the gayest fox in existence, or you guys know how to work your magic," the dobie states with an impressed expression.

“Heh, like I said, it's smart technology. It won't come out unless you want it out and it completely controls when and how anything moves from his intestines."

“Jeez!" the tiger adds, stepping in for a closer look at my gaping tailhole. My eyes continue to burn at the humiliating and agonizing treatment. “I kinda like it like this. It's a good show, boss." I shudder violently at the thought of this enormous anal expander remaining inside me.

“It's a popular style," the ram comments. “It can be modified in such a way that it's more aesthetically pleasing. It can remain inside an ornament's ass indefinitely and still be removed later with the same level of tightness, so there's no need to worry about rendering him unusable."

My breathing becomes labored at both the blazing inferno in my butt and the thought of spending the rest of my life having to suffer like this. No! No, you can't leave me like this! No, please! Why are you doing this?! Please, have mercy! Please! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!

“Yeah, it is nice looking," the dobie adds. My heart feels crushed and I close my eyes and try to sob, letting my head fall back in despair. “And you say he'll remain tight?"

“Mm-hm. If you want to test it, go ahead and remove it. See for yourself." I'm quivering with fear, pain, and now anticipation that the dog decides to follow the ram's suggestion. Sure enough, I feel a tug, a quick increase to the searing agony as the plug slides hurriedly from my intestines and out of my sphincter. As the pressure that was exerted on me by the plug dissipates, my heart and stomach are overcome with relief, though I still sense an immense crushing pressure in my tailhole as the wrinkly orifice, left in a gaping state by the plug, slowly closes up. I shudder at the feeling, an awkward sensation as the cold air momentarily breathing into my exposed innards is cut off once again. My pucker is again closed and in response, the canine fingers me again, playing around inside me with another impressed expression. My asshole continues to burn with a fiery agony, but the severity isn't nearly what it was a moment ago and I breathe more easily, praying that the sadistic men standing around me have some level of moral decency to not force me to endure that macro invader again. It's all I can do to not break down in pure, woeful despondency.

The dobie nods. “Yep, I'd say I'm gonna have some fun with this thing." No.

“Great!" the ram beams. “Now, we've dealt with the front door, the back door, now all that's left is the fun part."

No. No! NO! I stare up as the two most visible abusers shift back to stand over my open, exposed, and completely unprotected foxhood. I gaze up in alarm, shuddering, shaking my head in disapproval, unable to stop myself as two large men who have shown no concern or remorse for abusing and molesting me turn their attention to my most sacred body part. They see my expressions, they understand my movements, and they just grin savagely with pleasure at my misery. More tears escape my red, strained eyes, the other three stepping up closer and peering between my legs to watch the show. I lay here, small movements within my bonds that remain unseen, too weak to exert a noticeable shift, belly exposed, muzzle fondled, ass prodded, and now forced to watch as they molest, abuse, and submit my privates to incomparable horror.

The ram grabs my caged cock, still burning from the sound, inducing heavy breathing and an elevated heartbeat from fear. “So, like I said before, at the moment we don't have actual control over his bladder or his balls. If you want to control either of them, it requires certain plugs that connect with the catheter and the testicular tubes. There are microscopic electrical cords running down the length of the cables and with the proper connections, you can relax his bladder or allow him to orgasm. Not everyone uses them, but I leave it up to the clients." He then removes the cap and I feel the cold air wash over my glans. No, this can't be happening. Somebody save me. Please, get me out of here!

“Now, first I want to tell you that you don't have to worry about leaking. The setup is designed to prevent any liquid from escaping without an active command. The only thing is, to avoid any real damage, i.e. to avoid causing his bladder to burst, the catheter does detect a certain pressure limit and will automatically begin releasing urine in order to relieve the pressure."

“So, I will have to worry about him leaking on my floor," the dobie says with a bit of sarcasm.

The ram shakes his head. “Only if you decide to leave him to build up without actively eliminating it. And it takes some time too. You know the average fox can comfortably hold about 24 ounces of urine in their bladder, or around 700 milliliters. However, in actuality, the bladder can extend out, holding in much larger volumes of fluid. You should know that while he was out, we did some bladder training, forcing his bladder into holding up to 4 liters of fluid to help insure nothing goes wrong." I stare back, the ram and canine exchanging glances with each other and me, still smiling those vicious smiles, piercing my heart and making me quiver with trepidation. “However, in order to better prevent damage, we've set the max amount he can hold to 100 ounces. That's just under 3 liters."

“So, if it reaches 3 liters, will it just open up and all spill out, or...?" the gazelle asks, his accent of African origin.

“No. It opens up just enough to relieve the pressure. So, if it hits 3 liters, that's where it stays until you decide to empty it." Everyone nods in understanding. What?! Why would you do that to me?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?! “Let me demonstrate." WHAT?! NO! I begin shaking again, throwing my head around to express my abhorrence in a hopeless attempt to persuade them to stop. Of course, it doesn't and the ram undoes the strap on my stomach connected to the handle bars, grabbing a new cap for my sheath with three small tubes. He aligns them with the three tubes resting within the thick sound engorging my urethra and shoves them in, each tube on the cap sliding inside the slightly thicker tubes inside my penis. Like before, the contact of the tubes causes an intense tingling sensation in my entire groin, stimulating me sexually and instituting arousal and an impossible erection that remains inhibited. I throw my head back, mind reeling, my whole body aching from pressure, heat, bloating, and immeasurable shame.

He clasps the cap to the rim of the cage, the stimulating sensations halting for the moment, but providing no reprieve from my anxiety. He then attaches another tube to the largest tube on the cap leading to the catheter and I follow the tube to something the ram was holding that looked somewhat like a caulking gun with a thick, transparent container holding an excess of some yellow liquid. I quake as I lay eyes on it, stunned motionless, unable to comprehend being able to hold that much fluid in my bladder.

“Oh, God. Don't tell me that's actual piss in there," the gorilla says with a grin.

The ram chuckles. “I know some people who actually wish it was, but no. It's actually a very watery liquid with a low viscosity." The four men stare at the ram with confused looks. “As in it's got no stickiness to it."

The four nod and watch the ram as he pulls the trigger back and a slow movement of the yellow fluid through the transparent tubes begin. I watch helplessly, trembling in apprehensive fear as the fluid traveling the tube disappears into my urethra and I sense a warm sensation spreading through my cock. The sensation spreads to my bladder as the liquid reaches my bladder and begins filling it up. Soon enough, I feel that all too familiar prickly sensation of a partially full bladder, the beginning of a warning that I will soon need to urinate. The acute pain gets stronger and stronger, intensifying as the watery substance pervades my fluidic chamber. Before long, my crotch is subsumed by a pain akin to drinking several glasses of water before bed and waking the next morning having the most consuming need to use the bathroom.

Upon feeling my belly wracked with such vivid pain, I look up at the ram and widen my eyes in stunned horror. The container that the sheep ungulate is emptying into my bladder isn't even half empty and he's still transferring it inside of me. No! He can't get all of that in me! IT'S IMPOSSIBLE! More and more fluid travels into my bladder, engorging it beyond reason, the piercing sensation getting worse. I throw my head back, tense and stiff as my overcrowded organ is pushed far beyond anything I've felt before and the torment I'm forced to endure isn't done or at it's zenith yet. I look up, watching as the other men stare with intrigue as the liquid disappears within my foxhood, producing a degree of suffering they couldn't imagine. Despite my loss of strength, the growing aggravation of my bladder forces me to once again attempt to try and force my way out of the restraints, barely able to move within them, but so wracked with misery that I can't possibly hold still and simply bear the treatment. The chamber is less than half full, but the intensity of biting pain is already insufferable.

Unfortunately, the ram doesn't stop, continuing to pump every ounce of fluid through the tube and into my overstretched bladder while the other men observe. There's no pity, no mercy, just sadistic smiles as they stare back at me every couple of moments to signify they know that I'm suffering and it only makes them happier. The tears seem to be pressed out of my eyes by the pressure being exerted in my groin, causing me to drop my head as I quake in my bonds, the inescapable torture unending. I shut my eyes and let the agony overtake me, desperate to scream, hearing it in my mind, though it does nothing to alleviate my agony.

Finally, the chamber empties, leaving nothing more for the ram to pump into my interior. I feel him disconnect the tube attached to the cap and hear it clang on the table as he sets aside the device. And thus I'm left in a state of pure, incomparable misery, my groin a source of unimaginable torment, a stinging, biting, piercing pain as if a thousand red hot knives were constantly prodding my overinflated bladder. “Holy shit!" I hear the tiger exclaim. “Look at that bump. It's like he's pregnant."

I shudder in terror at what the sight must look like, but force myself to see. Upon looking, I let more tears fall as I glance upon a large bulge in my belly just above my cock like a mound built into my abdomen. The dobie begins rubbing it and the touch alone is enough to make me scream silently. “Jeez! How can such a small creature hold so much inside of him?"

“The anthro body can be a marvelous thing," the ram chimes in. “And I only filled him with about 90 ounces. The pressure isn't at its peak yet. See." The ram lightly taps the bulge, the piercing agony is set on fire. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! “A few light taps or even a gentle press isn't enough to get him to start leaking." He taps a few more times and even gently presses into the mound with his fingers, each time igniting an eruption of acute fire to add to the already sharp bite. STOOOOOOO-AH-AH-AHHP! PLEASE, NO MORE! The dobie starts doing it too, adding his own contributions to my unbearable suffering. NOOOOOO! YOU'VE MADE YOUR POINT! NO MORE! “However, if I were to add a bit more pressure..." the ram places his whole paw on my belly and leans forward, pressing down and leaning his body onto my inflated urine chamber. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! My bladder feels as if it's being torn to shreds and soon I feel the fluid that had been built up inside my bladder leaking out, pooling on my stomach and the ram's hand.

He pulls back after only a couple of seconds granting me the most inconsequential relief yet, leaving most of the liquid inside me to strain my bladder and enact nightmarish cruelty. “Hm. Impressive," the dog praises. The gorilla reaches between my legs and fondles my bulging belly as well, shocks of torment spreading from my bladder. The tiger and gazelle repeat the act, each contact a merciless anguish. “Is it safe to leave him like this?" PLEASE SAY NO! PLEASE SAY NO! PLEASE SAY NO!

“Eh, I wouldn't," the ram says, though it's not exactly the answer I was hoping for. “It's definitely not good to leave him in this state. I mean, short term, if you're looking to have some fun and be mean, it's all right." NO! NO, IT'S NOT! “But long term, it's definitely not good, especially if you're looking to milk him. This won't be doing that any favors." Milk me? What the fuck do you mean milk me? Dear God, please, someone get me out of here! “Of course, I leave it to you. Some people actually do leave them like this for weeks or months on end." I shudder at the thought, the pain in my groin so unimaginable already that the idea of being like this for months makes me feel dizzy. “And of course, I do know of someone who leaves his ornament like this all day every day and since buying him hasn't drained him once." I freeze, the cold concept chilling me to my bones.

“Whatcha think, boss?" the gazelle asks with a smile. “You gonna leave him with a full bladder for the rest of his life?" Oh God, no! No! Please, oh please, oh please, don't! I'm not filled with hope as the canine stares at me and flashes me a toothy grin. No! NOOOOOOOOOO! PLEA-HE-HE-HEASE! PLEASE, DON'T DO THIS! PLEASE, DRAIN ME! IT HURTS! Everyone chuckles at my misfortune, leaving me to wallow in hellish anxiety.

“You mentioned milking," the dobie continues. “So... he's fully usable, then?"

“Yep," the ram confirms. “See this little switch right here? Flip it." The ram points to something near the bottom of the cock cage, leaving me to stare down, my entire body a quivering mass of tortured pain. The dog does as suggested and flips something on the cage and soon I feel the inside of the cage, the portion covering my glans, begin to rotate around and vibrate. I'm immediately greeted with the sensation of erotic stimulation and I shudder with despair at being turned on in this fashion while my bladder remains ballooned out like this. The ram grabs the cage and pulls it back, the sound in my urethra igniting more pain. He points down at the urethra and the canine watches as I'm forcefully masturbated by the mechanical device. The ram lets my caged sheath go.

“Now, this dial here adjusts to allow you to increase the rate of rotation." I eye my torturers with gaping eyes of sorrow. Once the dog is aware of the dial, he immediately turns it, increasing the motion of both spinning and vibrating on my glans. I shake my head, I wave around, I sweat, I cry, I try to scream as the mixture of undiluted suffering and sensual stimuli entangle my body in unparalleled misery. The dog turns the dial all the way, forcing my cock to endure full force stimulation with an overflowing bladder. Despite the full body torture I'm suffering, my cock aches as it hardens, trapped with no way out, and my arousal reaches peak level in seconds. Before long, I feel a rapidly building orgasm, growing more and more intense as the seconds roll by. No! NO! NOOOOO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! WHY?! WH-H-H-H-HY?! PLEASE, MAKE IT STOOOOOOOOOP! But instead, as I reach orgasm, my suffering only increases as the tubes invading my vas deferens inhibit my ability to climax, leaving me with a new level of perpetual agony. NOOO-HO-HO-HOOO! WHY?! THIS IS HELL! PLEASE, STOP!

The whir of the cage continues with me flailing about while everyone watches in satisfaction. “Wow!" the dobie states. “It looks like he's already hit his peak."

The ram nods. “Yep. It doesn't take long. Give it a minute or two and he'll be splooging out ounce after ounce of rich, creamy fox cum. Of course, like anyone, he can't just continuously produce, so you'll need to give him time to stock up on fox milk. So, if you want a large amount at once, high quality male cream, and are patient, here's what you do. You turn him on, leave him on for an hour or two, then let him cum and, I swear even for someone his size, he'll fill at least two shot glasses full of his spunk." Two hours? At this point, I'm kind of hoping my bladder does rupture, just bursts open, causing me to bleed out. It'll be painful, but it'll end my suffering.

The dog begins fondling my caged sheath, observing it like a museum exhibit while I shake and shimmy in my restraints, unable to stop the endless void of unfathomable distress. “Oh, and, uh, let me show you something else." The ram reaches over and I wait apprehensively, unable to comprehend how he could possible make things worse. “Some say this helps, I don't know personally for sure, but some would swear by it." He takes the cap off my cage, the tubes sliding along each other as they're retracted, and despite the never-ending stimulation on my glans, I still sense the erotic shocks enacted on the inside of my penis.

The ram replaces the cap with another, this time there are two holes for tubes, but both look to be for my testicles. The third tube is showing a short protrusion sticking out of the catheter. Without a word the ram flips a small switch in the cap and the protrusion juts out from the cage before returning back inside, repeating the motion of a sounding masturbation. My eyes explode once again as the shocking sensation of erotic volts courses through my member, augmenting the torturous sexual stimulation of my cock head. I shake my head weakly, constantly being surprised at how these monsters manage to both prolong my suffering and find new ways of torturing my body. But to make things even worse, the ram turns another dial on the cap and the protrusion begins thrusting in and out faster and faster until it reaches its maximum rhythm. I'm left in a state of panic, terror, painful agony, and sexual despair. I have no recourse to combat my situation, forced to hold liquid in an organ far beyond its normal capacity while being jerked off with no release or relief. My body is exhausted and I can barely move in my bonds, my head so weak I can barely shake, yet the torment continues unabated.

A couple of minutes go by as the entire group just watches me languish in hell. “I have to know," the dobie starts, “Have you met anyone whose left their ornament's cock cage on perpetually?"

The ram chuckles. “Well, first of all not everyone actually gets the cage that can be used. Not everyone wants to milk their decorations. But to answer the question, heh... A couple years ago, I was showing a client the stimulator. After turning it on and cranking it up to full, I watched as he ripped the off switch right off the cage, then went to one of his guards, got some hot glue, and, right in front of me, glued the dial so it'd remain at full." Everyone stares back with disbelief, but I stare back in abject horror. “I found out later that he plugged up the testicular repressors and then glued the exit shut, preventing him from ever cumming again."

“Jesus fucking Christ!" the tiger exclaims. “That's just fucking cold," he adds, chuckling with a sense of bemusement.

Oh, God! How could anyone do that? How could anyone be that evil? My mind is warped by the abhorrent practice and as the stimulation of my pole continues unimpeded, my heart breaks at the thought of the dog leaving me like this for the rest of my life. No, he couldn't. He wouldn't. This- This isn't real. I stare up at the canine, eyes affixed to the pole pumping in and out of my junk, frightened that he might reenact the ram's story on me. Oh please don't do it! Please don't leave me like this! Please, please please, please, ple-he-he-hease!

“And that's all the hardware that's required for maintaining and using your new ornament," the ram states, the whir of my mechanical scabbard continuing. “All that's left is the demonstration, unless you're ready to pack him up now."

The canine looks me over, mulling the decision for several seconds before looking back into my eyes, my sad, wet, tear-soaked, traumatized eyes. “Nah," he says. “We came here for a show, let's get some entertainment." Everyone smiles and nods, excited at the prospect of more abuse upon my body, while I lay terrified, no chance of stopping or alleviating the base anguish they have in store for me.

The ram then turns off the sounding masturbator, letting my heart rise a moment thinking he would show mercy and allow me some reprieve from this sexual torment. However, he leaves the cage stimulator going at full speed, maintaining my edged climax and providing superficial relief as he uncouples the mechanical sounding machine from the cage. He places it to the side, leaving the cage uncovered with the cold air blowing on my hot and cramped package. The ram again fastens the straps connected to the handle bars to my stomach, pressing against my bulging bladder, producing unfettered stabs of agony. He steps to the side, lifting me up to a sitting position, the change causing the uncontrollable build up of saliva in my muzzle to pour uninhibited down my gullet. While mildly gross, the sensation is quickly forgotten from a mild bump as my rear connects with the table causes agitation of the water balloon in my abdomen, instilling a fiery, biting pain of excruciating magnitude and forcing a muted scream from my blocked lungs. The ram grabs the handle bars on my back, jostling me around, constantly reigniting waves of torture in my bladder made all the more horrific by my unending arousal.

He lifts me up with some effort and begins carrying me towards the back around the corner to the side of the large window. The others follow as my heart palpitates and I hyperventilate as I'm carried to my next abusive session, my eyes burning from nonstop sobbing. The ram steps beside a large, metal door, “Could one of you get that for me?" The gorilla steps up and opens the door, allowing the ram in with me in the lead. “Thanks." Once they enter, a motion sensor activated light brightens up the small, cramped room and I get a glimpse of a new set of bonds that will be used to humiliate and subjugate me to abyssal levels.

In the center of the room is a round platform with a small panel on the side with switches and buttons. On top of the platform are four oblong-shaped cylinders with open interiors, shaped to fit the legs and arms of a person bound by a bitch suit, such as myself. I pant heavily as the ram lowers me down, placing one of my knees into one of the holders, then adjusting the other so it'll align with the other leg holder. He lowers me down until my hips are resting against the rim, then lowers my chest down, readjusting my arms so they'll fit into the upper holders, lowering me until my shoulders now rest against the rim. The inside of the cylinders are padded, providing a source of comfort to avoid instilling me with yet another source of discomfort. Once set, he unstraps the handle bars and removes them from my back, loosening the pressure on my neck and, much more importantly, my bladder. He then flips a switch or presses a button and the padding fills out the holders, surrounding my trapped legs and arms and holding me in place. I shake violently, my body drained of strength and my head so weak that I can barely keep it up, more building saliva pooling in my muzzle as I'm unable to hold my head back and drain it.

“I saw the profiles of the men you got to showcase my new ornament's usability," the dog states. “Are they here now?"

“Eh, you might want to head behind the glass," the ram responds, my heart and stomach descending further into depression. “They aren't exactly known for their hygene." Oh, God, no!

“Heh, so they don't bathe?" asks the tiger.

“I hired them to fuck when I need them to, so they remain abstinent until I give them something to fuck. Other than that, I let them be and live how they want to live. And these two... they prefer a more 'natural' lifestyle. So, no, they don't bathe very often and haven't in quite a while."

I don't know if I'm shaking more but if I could I would. My sense of touch has been pushed beyond comfortable, but now it seems I'm about to have my sense of smell and taste pushed to uncomfortable limits. I can't see them as they're all standing behind me, but I swear I can feel their sadistic grins. “Really?" the canine asks, demonic glee in his voice. “Well then, I think I'll stay and greet them. I have friends of my own that are known for their love of musk and they themselves have their own potent aromas. I'm curious to see just how powerful a smell my new decoration will be exposed to."

I'm not! This is cruel, barbaric, sadistic! I fucking hate this! I know that even if I could form the words, they wouldn't listen, but unable to so much as groan is an emotional thorn in my side. “All right. Come on in boys!" At the opposite end of the room is another metal door and after the ram yells, the door opens and two tall, large, hefty, completely nude pachyderms walk through. The first through is an elephant who has to duck to fit through the door frame, his massive dick hanging out freely from his sheath. Following behind him is a hippo, maybe a foot shorter, if that, but still having to duck to avoid hitting his head, his cock also hanging out. Both giant men are excessively hairy, a good bit of heavyset bulk under some slight muscular definition. They both have large pecs, a mixture of fat and muscle, as well as mildly protruding bellies.

“Gentlemen, meet the demonstrators." As soon as they're inside the room, the cramped space makes it easy for their musk to spread and what my mind assumed from the ram's description doesn't match the horrific stench wafting to my nose. The two large pachyderms exude a vehemently disgusting fragrance rich in the fetid odor of sweat and grime clinging to the men's unwashed skin and abundant curly hairs. My nose is set afire with their rancid stink and I shudder in disgust, trying futilely to breathe through my mouth, but with the tubing blocking my larynx, I quake in horror as I'm forced to breathe through my nose, inhalation after inhalation of the elephant and hippo putrescence. The stink spreads through my nostrils, igniting my sense of olfaction and sending a heatwave of unmitigated revulsion throughout my body. Unfortunately, the large males also permeate voluminous amounts of pheromones with their musk and I'm not immune to their effects. The warmth that spreads from their repugnant odor hits my groin and my strained cock heats up within the cage, my arousal causing me to shudder in response, wailing silently as my perpetual edging has just been enhanced, elevating my sexual stimulus and deepening my misery.

They both stop mere inches from my face, their rank odor assaulting me as I'm unable to turn away. I hear a few remarks of distaste from the others. “Whew!" the gorilla exclaims. “That is rank. Hope the fox's nose isn't too sensitive." I wish that were true.

“I hope it is," the dog asks, my heart getting pummeled by his reckless sadism towards my suffering. “I hope his nose burns at their scent. I want him to know what his life will be like from now on."

I hear a light chuckle from directly above me, either the hippo or the elephant I can't tell, but my eyes and nose both begin to burn at their immeasurable funk, giving the canine exactly what he wants.

“Well then, shall we retire behind the glass and let these two give you the performance you wanted to see?" The ram asks and I can't see their faces, but soon after I hear the door behind me open and then close. Shortly after, I can barely make out the group behind the glass as a voice comes over an intercom. “Whenever you're ready fellas."

The two shuffle before the elephant moves behind me. Whenever they move is when their putrid musk is most pronounced and when I wish more than anything I could breathe through my nose. My nostrils feel moist as their odoriferous scent molecules condense on the inside, sticking to my nasal passage and stinging harshly. I continue to shudder, my bladder brutally inflated, my cock ever stimulated, and now my nose and taste buds assaulted with two large pachyderms' toxic body odor. I wish I could brace myself for what the two large ungulates are about to do, but even that seems to take too much energy.

I wait and sulk as the hippo grabs my head and holds it steady while he rubs his enormous phallus, coaxing it into full erection. It doesn't take long and I sob at the sight of his massive equipment, I'd say 16 inches long and at least 5 inches thick. The tip is leaking a generous amount of pre, indicative of what the ram had said about the two remaining abstinent until they were needed to fuck someone like me. Fuck this! FUCK THIS! I can't believe this is happening to me!

The large male brings the tip of his lengthy organ up to the cover of my muzzle, still the membrane with the hole in the center. I realize what was about to happen and my stomach tries to churn, a sensation of emotional boiling in the pit of my belly, but no matter what I have no control of my bodily functions. I'm about to have a dick forced into my mouth, along my tongue, and down my throat for the first time, but to have it be so long, so thick, and so fragrant from accumulated hippo sweat and unwashed grime makes the experience truly deplorable. The hippo takes his time inserting the oral violator into my muzzle, slowly squeezing past the membrane, the size forcing my jaw to open slightly at the intrusiveness.

At the same time, I feel a pair of large hands connect with my backside, practically engulfing them in his gigantic palms. Soon after, I feel one hand leave before I feel the tip of something wet, round, and fleshy press against my back entrance. I can barely register either single horrendous violation as I'm bombarded by such disturbing sexual violations at once. The elephant behind me splits me apart with ease, separating my tight tailhole and opening me up seemingly about as wide as the second plug the ram shoved up my ass earlier. AAAAAAAAAAHHHH! I screame inwardly, the blazing agony spreading quickly to augment the pain in my bladder and the arousal in my cock. At the same time, the hippo's glans manage to make contact with my tongue, a small stream of his abundantly flowing pre-ejaculate spreading out along my taste buds. I feel an immediate desire to gag or choke, but neither are possible and instead just settle on suffering the taste, a mixture of tart and sweet, but heavy with the powerful musk of the hippo.

The elephant moves past the head and begins sliding the shaft inside slowly, letting me experience every inch of his massive dong. Meanwhile, the hippo slides more of his own thick meat into my muzzle, his head moving passed my tongue and descending into my throat. As the shaft glides along my tongue, he glazes my taste buds with his sweaty, offensive odor, my body stiff with chills of disgust. The glans presses against the top of my esophagus, forcing my throat open as he descends his hippo-sized manhood deeper, stuffing my blocked passage. The giant pole creates pressure against my breathing tubes stifling my breathing for a moment, lifting my spirits for a moment that the giant might suffocate me, but they relax and I go back to breathing regularly, painting my nostrils with the pachyderm's dirty stink. The elephant's prick moves past my prostate, applying immense pressure against the sensitive organ, moving deeper into my intestines, plugging up the hole already occupied by the tubing. A wave of electrical stimulation from the prodding of my prostate facilitates my already tortured orgasmic denial. The enormous cock presses against my inflated bladder, another round of sensational agony akin to a shredding of my innards overtaking me, making me breathe harder as I endure the torment, causing me to ingest more of the hippo's rank scent.

The fire in my anus burns hotter now, more so than when I had the plug in me as inch after inch creeps further into my bowels. I try to shake, but my head is held in place, my eyes burning from both crying and unwashed hippo hide, but the two pachyderms just casually delve deeper and deeper. As the hippo's base stretches my jaw open, my throat bloating outward at the girthy meat, my nose and chin are contacted by the hefty male's abundant pubic hair. I close my eyes as the burn intensifies, blinded by the malodorous funk clinging to the pachyderm until finally I feel the tip of my muzzle pressing up against his crotch as my mouth is fully hilted. In the back, several more inches are inserted, splitting me wider and wider, worried that my anus might finally tear. The lengthy rod moves so deep, readjusting my guts until I feel it pressing up against my diaphragm. Finally, the larger pachyderm's hips make contact with my ass and now the elephant has also hilted me.

The hippo keeps his cock fully embedded in my esophagus, petting the top of my head as the unfiltered putrid scent of hippo crotch drown my sense of smell. While he holds position, the elephant, after several seconds of insurmountable anal stretching, pulls back slowly but quicker than the insertion, continuing to aggravate the pain in my bladder and arousal in my prostate. I figure he'd pull quite a bit out until shoving back in, but instead he pulls all the way out, retracting his giant phallus head from my sphincter with a pop. I feel my tight bud shrink back down, the pressure excruciating. Once my hole is once again closed, the elephant pierces me again, stretching me out, riddling me with pain and arousal, hilting me as my eyes move into the back of my head, my suffering too much to bear. He repeats the process, pulling out, letting my ass shrink, then stretching me again.

“Whadda ya think, boss?" the rapist behind me said.

“I'd say..." the doberman started before pausing, “... that if that ass is still that tight after you're done testing him, then you've definitely earned my money."

I try to cry, but after sobbing for so long I don't believe I have any tears left. Instead, I clench my face in pain as the elephant spears me once more, quickly this time. Once inside, the two pachyderms begin their coordinated raping of my two gaping orifices as they both pull back, sliding their tainted members along my mucousal holes before slamming them back in. They build up a short rhythm, rocking me within my confines, pain wracking the entirety of my torso while my throat, mouth, and nose are assaulted by the brutally revolting stink.

I don't know how I haven't passed out or died from the pain, the discomfort, the sexual stimulation, the musk, or even the sheer embarrassment, but I experience everything. My bladder explodes with agony, as does my cock as it continuously tries to grow inside the sheath cage with the sound inside. My crotch is red hot with passionate arousal from my forced orgasm, which is held at bay indefinitely, leaving me to suffer endless sexual temptation while being augmented by my prostate being pummeled and the endless supply of potent, fetid pheromones being forced into my nostrils. My anus burns with a constant inferno from the sodomizing phallus scraping against my virgin tailhole, a tailhole which will remain virgin so long as these modifications remain within me. My bowels are still bloated by the tubing, my body exhausted, and my spirit completely dejected. And yet, no matter how bad it gets, it seems like they can still make it worse. No matter how nightmarish, how hellish the experience, these monsters, these demons in animal form keep finding ways to make my life a complete hell.

What did I do to deserve this? I didn't do anything. I'm a good fox. I don't deserve this. I sob more quiet sobs. PLEASE, SOMEONE END THIS NIGHTMARE! PLEASE, KILL ME! MAKE IT STOP! LET MY BLADDER BURST, MY INTESTINES PERFORATE, MY BREATHING TUBE TEAR, JUST MAKE IT STO-AH-AH-AH-AHP! The monstrous men pounding away at my muzzle and ass blend together in a symphony of misery. MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! Every thrust, every bump, every minor movement is an eruption of unenviable suffering and torment. MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOOOOOOOOOOOOP!

“Gr-Grrr-Grrrrr!" the hippo grunts loudly before slowly hilting my face again, burying my nose in his forest of pubes. At the same time, the elephant behind me halts his jackhammering, plugging me up with every inch of his devastating monster of a penis. “Hey boss, *huff* I'm close. You wanna *pant* do the toy now?"

No. No! NO MORE! NO MO-HO-HO-HOOOOORE!

“Oh yeah, definitely," the ram responds. “I think you're gonna like this. You were wondering what we can do to make your ornament more usable. We threw in a little somethin' for ya."

The hippo slowly pulls out, allowing my throat to collapse to its less inflated form, the flavor of his cock staying behind on my tongue as he removes his penis from my muzzle. He lets my head droop, my strength almost completely drained and my eyes sticky from old, dry tears, my eyes unable to generate more to exhibit my sadness. The hippo walks out the door and comes back a moment later, carrying a large dildo, longer than his own member and thicker. I would shudder in terror at the sight of it, but I'm too weak and just sag my head, awaiting the suffering he intends to inflict upon me with it.

However, my interpretation of the toy's purpose was wrong as the pachyderm removes the cover on my muzzle, dropping it to the side before turning the dildo around and pointing the back end at my muzzle. He shoves it on, clasping a new cover at the base of the toy to my muzzle, a confused look on my face before I suddenly realize what the large, fat, smelly, unwashed hippo intends to do. Oh no. No, not this. No, this isn't- Why?! WHYYYYY?! I stare back mortified, my eyes contorted into an expression of shear panic, what little strength I have left autonomically reacting to my upcoming humiliation. No, please don't do this to me! Please, I'm begging you! Please, stop! Please, please, please! No!

It wouldn't matter if he could hear me, he'd still use my muzzle as a dildo holder and sodomize himself on my face. I move around, the weight of the toy impairing my movements, but the elephant just grabs the back of my head and holds it steady, forcing me to watch as the hippo bends over, pointing his nasty ass in my face with the intention of plugging himself up with the phallus attached to my muzzle. I thought his crotch stunk, but it was mild compared to the olfactory poison this hippo's butt produces. It's extremely bitter, foul to the point that I'm gagging, retching, trying aimlessly to cough up my lungs and my stomach, and I haven't gotten the full serving yet.

The hippo lifts his tail and displays his wrinkled back door to me, large and tight and filling me with a sense of revulsion and dread. My body wants to fight to escape, but I can't. I want to stop, to move my head, to look away, to close my eyes and wake up from this depressing, disgusting, demented nightmare, but nothing would save me from being subjected to the most deplorable acts anyone could think of. The hippo backs up, pressing his pucker against the end of the dildo, opening it wide as I watch, forced to huff away at the egregious malodor. He slides down, inserting several inches of the rod into his bowels, but I can't look away, I can't not smell the toxic musk, I can't fight the torture these pachyderms are inflicting on me. The hippo moves further down, I want to cry but my eyes are all dried up, my eyes red and burning, my nose on fire as the hippo's stench gets stronger.

The hippo's ass swallows the entire toy until it reaches the end, built into the cover and with enough force he's able to physically reach the tubes stuffing my nose. The hippo's butt stink flows unimpeded through my nostrils, burning the sides like fire peppers, the bitter stench so profound that my cheeks begin to burn. The elephant releases my head which has been steadied by the giant hippo chair pressing up against my unwilling face.

“Oh yeah," the tiger says with excitement. “I can see the fox getting a lot of face time with a doberman's ass in the future."

The others chuckle as I sulk, unable to writhe or wail as the two pachyderms pick up where they left off, the elephant slamming my ass again with a resulting blazing inferno while the hippo rides my muzzle subjecting me to his offensive ass funk. The grueling workout behind and disgusting display in front leave me feeling dead inside, my body used with no resistance from me. Even if I weren't completely drained of energy, I still couldn't do anything as the restraints keep me immobile and easily accessible. Whatever they want to do to me, they can and will and I have no choice but to endure it no matter how much I hate it.

I've lost track of time, so I don't know how long the pachyderms used my body for sexual release, but both get exceptionally loud before they reach their own peaks. The elephant stops with his long thrusts and begins pounding me with short, rapid thrusts, his hands clenching my rear hard, instilling yet more pain upon me. Shortly after, through gritted teeth and harsh grunts, he reaches his climax, slow, methodical pelvic thrusts into my battered backside before plunging his length deep into my intestines. I feel the warmth of his seed release into my bowels, my tube-lined rectum acting as a cum receptacle for the giant male. He begins thrusting again, milking himself with my anus, emptying his balls, groaning with a sense of relief that acts to further degrade me as I remain edged at my peak.

The hippo follows shortly after with loud grunts and a howl of orgasmic pleasure, plugging himself up to the base of the dildo and stimulating himself anally to reach climax. I hear him stain the floor with his cum in countless long streams of jizz hitting the floor at high velocity and with high force. He leaves the entire length of the toy embedded inside him, shoving himself back as far as he can go, forcing my nose to inhale his ass stench, a musk that makes me wish to vomit my stomach. And yet as I huff his fragrant butt uninhibited, my crotch remains alight with a heat of unmanageable sexual prominence.

Please, just make it stop. Please. I can't take it anymore. Please, please, please...

I hear my voice inside my head and it's as soft and pathetic as I feel. The pachyderms have stopped moving, the elephant hilting me and the hippo hilting himself. Finally, I hear applause as the voyeuristic sadists express their satisfaction with my thoroughly humiliating and agonizing rape. “Very good show, lads," the tiger states.

“Yeah, I might have to invite you guys over some time," the dog adds. “Get as much use out of my new decoration as possible."

I wanna die. I just want it to stop. Just make it stop.

The hippo is still bent over, dildo ass deep, while the elephant gives my ass a hard slap, igniting another bonfire in my cheek. “Hey boss, we done now? I really gotta take a piss."

“Yeah. Thanks fo-"

“Why don't you just go in there?" asks the doberman. “You got a perfectly good urinal right in front of you."

I raise my brow, but I'm too exhausted to react openly. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. It just keeps getting worse and my only hope for comfort now is that the elephant decides to keep his cock implanted in my colon and spread his warmth through me that way. Unfortunately, I'm in for a very uncomfortable new form of undeserved punishment as I feel the mammoth male pull back, recalling his dong from my bowels. It slides out with ease and slips out with a sloshing noise, my tight, gaping tailhole slowly closing up, the burning agony from before replaced with a sharp, throbbing sense of pressure.

I hear the heavy footfalls of the beast walking around me and I watch him step beside the hippo, his cock glistening with cum. “Hey, move. His new owner wants to give him something to drink." The hippo chuckles and slowly pulls himself off the dildo, groaning the entire time until it exits his gross back door with a schlop. The dildo droops, dragging my exhausted head with it, but the elephant pulls it up and removes the dildo, my mouth feeling the warm, stale air of the room for a moment before the original cover with the stretchy membrane replaces it. Having endured the hippo's ass stench, the smell of dirty elephant crotch odor is hardly as gag-inducing as before, but still a revolting assault on the senses, making my eyes and nose burn.

With one hand holding my jaw, the elephant grabs his shaft and aims the half-hard member at the opening of the membrane and shoves it forward. He pushes the glans inside and rests it on my tongue, allowing me a taste of the concoction of the pachyderm's own natural fetid musk and residual traces of my own deep insides. Keeping his hands positioned on my jaw and his own cock, I watch him tighten up his protruding belly and flex his penis and after a moment I feel a torrential flood of liquid gold blast the inside of my muzzle. The force is severe, strong enough to knock me back were I not locked in place. The flavor invades my senses, a mixture of urea, ammonia, and countless other molecules composing the heavyset pachyderm's cacophony of liquid bodily waste. The taste is robust, powerful, and toxic, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, I scream wildly in my mind while my body remains almost catatonic due to exhaustion and depression.

The fluid fills my muzzle quickly and begins flowing down my throat with nothing to stop it from traveling to my stomach. The elephant continues to relieve himself in my mouth, my nostrils getting a good waft of the foul liquid, allowing the combined abuse of my senses of smell and taste to enhance the miserable experience for me. The flow of urine continues for some time, half a minute goes by, laughter from the spectators and a loud moan of relief up above. The feel of his hot golden waste traveling down my throat complements the pain in my own bladder, another shameful form of humiliation that not only is the beast of a man in front of me allowed to pee while I'm forced to hold in more than I normally would, but that I'm used as the receptacle to hold yet more urine from the very person enacting this particular form of torment.

The flow of piss calms down to a steady stream, then a light trickle, until a few short bursts allow the elephant to expel the last remnants of urine from his cock. There's no way for the pachyderm to shake off what's left, so he just pulls my jaw upward, forcing my muzzle to a higher position than my throat to allow the urine built up in my maw to flow down to my stomach. The elephant's mostly limp phallus stretches upward a bit until he pulls it out with a flop. I finally see the man's face and the expression sends chills down my spine. There's no sense of humility or professionalism, just pure malice and sadism. He removes the cover and replaces it again with the dildo, my heart beating wildly in my chest as I expect another self-sodomization by the elephant this time.

Instead, he just lets go of my jaw and allows my head to flop down. Upon doing so, my muzzle is now positioned below my esophagus and the disgusting piss that had flowed down to my stomach returns to my muzzle, flooding my tongue, my cheeks, and my teeth with the abhorrent fluid. I hear the chuckling and faded talk of my captors as they move away from the window and out towards the exit. At the same time, the two pachyderms turn to leave and I stare back with a look of the most pitiable expression I can muster.

No, wait! Please, you left the cage on! Please, turn it off... or drain me! This is unbearable! PLEASE, DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!

As expected, the tall, hefty males exit without so much as a look back, though with the mechanical whir of the masturbator on my sheath cage I expect they're well aware of how they're leaving me. And now I'm alone, left in a decrepit state of pain, misery, and disgust. My ass is pounding from the constant splitting of my anus and forced reformation to a tight, puckered state. My cock is assaulted in multiple ways with my urethra spread open wide, constant sexual stimulation, continuous attempts to get hard, unending edging and orgasm denial, all while my bladder is overinflated. My bowels remain bloated, my throat constantly tries to gag or swallow in an unceasing display of discomfort, and my nose still smells the strong odors given off by the two pachyderms, the smell of body odor, crotch musk, and worst of all the up close sampling of intense hippopotamus ass stink. To top it off, my taste buds are now saturated with the elephant's liquid waste, forced to endure as the dildo connected to my muzzle holds my head low. I try to lift it up, but I can barely shake and the toy keeps dragging me down, the pachyderm pee festering in my muzzle with no way to remove it. As one last additional source of deprecation, the dildo is weighting me down, putting a cramp in my neck that's getting sore incredibly fast.

I try to cry, but again my eyes are all out of tears. I can't yell, I can't move, I can't pee, all I can do is suffer. I don't know how long they intend to leave me here alone, stimulated, pained, fatigued, but my soul sinks to a bottomless abyss as I ponder how this will be my life from now on. Raped, milked, forced into uncomfortable positions, all for the entertainment of some rich monster with no sense of morals.

As I ponder my humiliating new life, I try to find comfort somehow and my thoughts go straight to my mom. After four years, I was supposed to see her again. I was supposed to finally get to hold her in my arms, to hug her, the smell her, to talk and laugh and catch up on our boring lives. I thought that nothing could keep me from seeing her again, that nothing would get in my way of finally being reunited with her, but I never thought this would happen to me. My mom, my brother, and my dad will live on, wondering about my disappearance, while I linger in some dog's home, propped up like a decorative statue, used and abused to his leisure. I manage to produce another tear as I realize I will never see my family again.

Oh, Mom... I'm sorry.