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Pavlor followed the orca who was now proclaiming himself Pavlor's new Master. He was ordered into a side room and told to wait there until summoned. The bull followed him inside, but seemed to be wary of the canine as he emerged from the latest machine.

The room was filled with eight other pets. Two of the other pets, a fox and a lizard, seemed to be staring blankly at the door opposite the one Pavlor had entered; they stood with their arms down at their sides and waited as if the door would open any moment. Neither was tense or agitated, they were fixated on the door. Several others were waiting on small wooden benches, their faces bleak or marked with silent resignation. Most of them didn't want to be here, and that was plainly evident.

Pavlor went and sat on an empty bench; his tail curled around him as he shifted, attempting to make himself comfortable. The bull sat next to him, leaning in to ask, "Are you OK?"

Pavlor turned and looked at him, the dullness in his mind slowly ebbing away. He still felt cloudy, but he recognized the bull. "I think so, I just feel... "

"Detached," an otter said, having stood up and moved closer. His voice was low and hushed.

"Yeah, I couldn't think of the word. Thanks."

The otter nodded, looking from canine to bull. "You're new here. I haven't seen you before. First time in the 'Mind Bender', I see?"

Pavlor cocked his head, not quite sure of what was being asked. A few moments went by, the otter waiting patiently while Pavlor's mind slowly processed away. "Oh, that thing that made me feel like this? Yes, I think so."

"Don't worry," the otter returned, "it isn't permanent. They usually put us through that before an auction or party. We're going to be entertainment out there for some clients. I know this is all very rough on you, but it's best if you just do what they ask. I've seen people try and fight back or even talk back, and they're sent straight to the milking room, or worse."

"Worse?" Pavlor titled his head again, an ear perking up slightly. The bull just remained quiet as he sat there.

"The lower dungeon. They have, well; they use us in betting competitions down there. That's where they send those of us who don't measure up or act out too much. They ship us down there until we're exhausted and die. Just try to be good. I've seen what goes on down there."

Pavlor nodded gently. "What goes on at the party?" His mind didn't want to think on more than one topic at a time.

"They order us around, make us perform, maybe we get sold out there, but mostly we're being whored out. Guests come and pay for our services. If you're good, they might buy you for use with a breeding ferute, and you at least get a month off when you're done with it. I've been used twice this year already, I'm still sore from it too."

The otter looked around, nodding at another fox who was sitting nearby, who nodded back.

"I don't think I will be sold," Pavlor said.

"Why's that?"

"Well, Xeneth said that..."

"Woah, wait a second. Xeneth?"

"Yes, Xeneth, said I was his new pet. I don't think he's going to sell me. He didn't seem like he was going to anyways."

The otter stood up, looking nervous. "I see. Well, uhh, I hope everything goes well for you then." He turned to walk away.

Pavlor stopped him, grabbing his hand to make him turn back, "What's wrong?"

Still very nervous, the otter slipped his hand from the canine's grip. "Xeneth run this place. He's the guy in charge. I... I really shouldn't talk to you. I... I'm sorry." He back-stepped a few paces before he turned, moving to the fox he had nodded to and began a very hushed conversation with him.

Pavlor watched them out of curiosity. They both decidedly kept their eyes from looking at Pavlor, which began to make him feel, tainted. He would have preferred to talk to the otter; the talking had made him feel better and unclogged his brain a little. He had been beginning to feel more like himself, but now the stimulation was gone and he felt dull and detached. He tried talking to the bull, even asking his name, but all he did was either move closer and hug, or whimper in a very peculiar way.

After a while the door finally opened, the fox and the lizard who were staring at it remained still but looked just slightly more focused on it. Two orcas walked in and flanked the door. "All right, everyone in, file up and be good. Important guests are here, any one who steps out of line, and it's to the dungeons with you."

Everyone stood up and got in line, Pavlor taking second to last position. They walked in slowly, each pet keeping their eyes down as they passed the guards. When Pavlor reached the door, one of the orca's put his hand out, "Not you," he said, and ushered the bull around him.

"Xeneth wants you personally," the other said, then walked in first. Pavlor was pushed through and was sandwiched between the guards. They pushed aside a curtain and marched into a plush room that had drapes hanging all around. Large pillows of deep purple and gold littered four depressions in the floor. In the very center was a raised padded stage, or so it seemed. There were straps hanging down from the edges around the perimeter of this table, each with a cuff on the end.

Three of the four depressions had orcas sitting in them; they were naked and relaxed, drinking a burgandy colored wine from delicate glasses. Xeneth was in the center. He was reclining on the table; one leg arched his foot resting against the table, as the other was curled behind him forming a natural triangle. Across was a smaller stage where all the pets Pavlor had been with were now lined up. Each pet was standing on a little raised box, all looking attentive and well mannered.

Pavlor wrinkled his nose. His eyes darted around a bit. Something was familiar here, something that bit through the fog and haze of his imprisoned memories. He looked at each orca, but there wasn't one he recognized. Not one looked at him.

Xeneth spoke, "My dear guests, welcome! I'm glad you could all make it, both loyal customers and new comers. Today I would like to offer my finest of specimens, each one hand selected for aptitude, skill, oral service, and virility. Please remember, all pets here are available for sale or rent, so do not hesitate to ask if one catches your fancy. All of them, except this one."

Pavlor was brought forward to Xeneth. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down. He dared not cause a scene. He did what he thought would best be expected of him from this cruel master. "This is my newest pet, one that I have taken for myself. I have used him already, and find him to be quite acceptable for what I need." He pulled Pavlor closer, laying him face-down on the central table and clipping the cuffs around him. Xeneth spread the canine's limbs out so he was quite exposed before sitting near his head and placing a hand upon it. "He will be available for your enjoyment this evening, though I must insist you take care with him. I do not enjoy my own property to be misused."

Pavlor turned his head to face away from Xeneth, and his eyes caught an orca. The moment they connected, Pavlor's brain felt like it had been zapped with blue light. He blinked, looked closer, peering at the orca who casually looked back.

It was Vish!

The name steam-rolled into his mind, and just as it did Vish turned to another orca, Pavlor knew him too!

Vish and Gregor were here. Sitting in this place, looking to buy a pet? No, not looking to buy a pet. Looking for him!

Pavlor's tail started to wag slightly, an involuntary reaction to be confronted with the image of two friends. This didn't go entirely unnoticed; Xeneth leaned down and whispered, "See something you like, slave?"

Pavlor's heart leapt into his throat. He swallowed hard, not wanting to give away what he knew. He felt his tail wagging and tucked it sharply between his legs, which Xeneth noticed as well.

"It's OK, I know you crave cock," Xeneth said, mocking the canine.

Pavlor blinked, though he did like such things, he was unsure as to why he said then. Then Pavlor looked closer, and noticed something that had he completely missed. Vish and Gregor, being naked as they were, had been playing with each other and were both very erect. The black hands of either orca were gently teasing and stroking the other's shaft. Quickly focusing on that, Pavlor licked his lips as convincingly as he could, letting some drool slip onto the padding of the table.

"Yes yes, I know. But you can't have any unless they pay for it. You want to go make them pay for it and show Master how good a slave you are?"

Pavlor nodded, his eyes avidly focusing on Vish's cock, not daring to even glance up again.

"My friends, allow me to show you what kinds of conditioning we can provide. My slave here has only gone through four days, but I would you to see the advancements we have made in complacency and enhancements."

Xeneth stood up from the table, taking a small remote control from his hip pocket and pushing a few keys. The table under Pavlor began to vibrate slightly, several arms coming out from the sides and angling up. The imagery reminded the canine of an upside-down spider, its legs curling up with numbers un-spider-like appendages.

A cock on the end of an arm came up to his muzzle, is smelled strongly of musk and was dripping a thick, clear fluid from the tip. Pavlor didn't really think much about it until he felt himself open his mouth and accepted it fully into his jaws. It stroked in and out slowly, depositing the pseudo-precum that dripped from the end.

Another arm grabbed his tail and lifted it up high into the air, exposing his muscled entrance to the crowd as the table slowly spun around. As expected, something thick and rounded pressed against his anal muscle. It was slick and firm, but there was little he could do (though the restraints weren't what held him down). Pavlor closed his eyes, sucking on the fake cock inside his muzzle as if it was real.

"As you can see, only four days and our extensive retraining program can turn even a rebellious slave into a complacent servant. This one was especially rambunctious, but I have spared no expense upon him to curb his more unwanted aggressive traits.

"All slaves are trained, though mine was subjected to our more extensive retraining techniques. In another week, he will be entirely complacent and dependant on me for all his needs, and follow every order given without objection or hesitation."

The words seemed to wash over Pavlor like a warm spray of water. He didn't really pay them much mind, because he kept hearing in his head over and over, 'He is my Master.' And the table continued to stroke the fake cocks in him, the one in his rear having pushed in and fucking him fervently. He felt it push in and shudder as a spraying of fake cum filled him. It pulled back and he felt the fluids drip from him, but he was proud to show it off. The cock inside his muzzle pulled back and began to pulse as well, and Pavlor opened his jaws to catch every volley of thickness that came his way.

"As you can see," Xeneth continued, "he is quite needy of any fluids coming from a penis, despite the fact they aren't real."

Xeneth came over as the table stopped turning, rubbing Pavlor's ears with fake affection. The canine was quite hungry and needy now, and he caught Vish's eye once more. But it wasn't his eyes Pavlor was caught up in, it was his penis. Hard and familiar, it was the one thing he couldn't take his eyes off of, and Vish seemed a little nervous about it.

"Something you see, my slave?"

Pavlor just stared, though not so concerned that it might be made known he was staring at a familiar cock, his previous training was now making him center his full attention on it.

"I see," Xeneth said. He clipped a lead on Pavlor's collar and undid the restraints. "I was going to just keep you up here, but if you feel you can work yourself better for the crowd on all fours, we shall."

Pavlor slipped down and followed the prompting, staying on all fours like a dog. He walked over with Xeneth, stepping down into the chair and sitting as if he were begging like a dog. His eyes remained focused on the cock before him, ignoring everything else.

"Seems my slave here was too eager for cock," Xeneth spoke with the flair of a salesman selling a used car. "His muzzle is quite good, maybe you gentlemen would care to purchase a muzzle job, or even a tail-ride from him?"

Pavlor leaned in and stuck his nose close to Vish's cock so he could smell it. It was him, that scent couldn't be anyone else. He lapped out his tongue, licking the underside before the leash tugged on his neck and he drew back. "Easy slave, not yet," he was chided.

Vish looked down, rubbing his chin, "Sure, I think I could go with a muzzle, and maybe Gregory, you want to use his tail? We could double fill him, like we used to our old slave."

The word slave ill-suited Vish's vocabulary, it sounded forced as it was spoken.

"Sure, I think we can afford the credits and still find ourselves a good pet," Gregor responded. He held up a small card that Xeneth took. Pavlor was released and pounced forward.

"Excellent gentlemen. Now please remember, no damage, or I will have to charge you extra." Xeneth walked away leaving Pavlor in the pit with Gregor, Vish and two other orcas.

Vish knelt forward, placing his cock against Pavlor's muzzle. With little prompting, he pushed swiftly into the canine's muzzle. "Wow, good warm mouth, I can see why Xeneth wanted you." Hands gripped both of Pavlor's ears, holding him gently.

"Can't wait to try this," Gregor said, kneeling behind the canine and squirting some cool lubricant over the fuzzy rump. "I never had a canine before. I've heard you boys naturally cum a lot. What I wouldn't give to own one."

Pavlor slurped down on the tapered shaft and swallowed it with easy. His canine tongue danced and side-swiped the underside of Vish's cock while he did his best to communicate the familiarity he felt. This caused Vish to groan out quickly, hunching his hips to fuck the canine's throat.

Gregor was slowly easing his cock in under the tail before him, the tip wiggling to help coax open the muscles that had several times before taken the shaft. Gregor easily slipped in once the muscles gave way, sinking in with a churring groan. "Oh... he's so loose," Gregor said, the tone sounded almost sad. Gregor and Vish leaned over Pavlor, kissing each other deeply.

The display of affection was not because the two were fond of each other, but to hide a very small motion of Vish's hand. With the cock tickling Pavlor's throat, making him tense up like he was going to gag, Vish pulled back with his hands cupped about Pavlor's ears to steady his head. "A little too deep for you, hrm?" Vish's finger poked in under Pavlor's ear, forcing a small, cold device inside. It worked perfectly; the shudder from the chill was completely masked by the gagging he had almost done. "Here, you do all the work then."

Vish leaned back, spreading his legs and letting Pavlor work the shaft on his own. Normally he could do a splendid job even with a prick up his backside, but a light buzzing was tickling his ear. Vish's hand was stroking that side of his head, urging the canine to work the cock.

Gregor was eagerly using Pavlor's tailhole; the orca gripped both sides of the canine with his hands and bracing the furry body. The cock was sliding in and out rapidly, pushing and rubbing the canine's internal buttons. Gregor had known just where to hit him before during the evening he and Sharven were playing with him.

That name rushed back into his mind like an avalanche. He remembered his owner's name. Emotions began to well up inside him; barriers were breaking down, ones that were causing Pavlor to loose his concentration.

Before he lost it entirely, his ear ringed slightly then a voice spoke. It sounded digital and compressed. The voice was unmistakable. "Pavlor, I know you can hear me, you must keep doing what you are doing." Pavlor remembered his own name.

Pavlor's muzzle did a quick push down on Vish's cock, forcing the entirety of the length into his throat. He didn't gag from it, but it did help ease the mental pain he was feeling and the confusion creeping through his mind. Gregor's actions were growing steadily more urgent, the orca was closing in on orgasm.

"Whatever happens, stay close to Vish and follow his commands. Remember, stay with Vish."

"Oh, this dog's so good..." Gregor was moaning, holding tight as he plowed away. His hips shoved in quick and deep, a loud groan following in its wake. Gregor pushed in sharply, pulling his head up and squelching as his cock pulsed. Pavlor felt the semen spilling inside him, warming his body and making him feel light and almost drunk. His head swayed a little as he tried to suck Vish, but he was far too distracted by the warmth filling his body.

There was a small commotion going on at the door, Xeneth was talking with two guards who seemed agitated and nervous. Pavlor only caught this out of the corner of his eye before Vish pulled him back and forced his attention on the cock in his muzzle. "I'm not done yet," he said.

"Yes you are," Xeneth said, walking over. "I'm sorry, but we have to postpone this. I'll give you a full refund, but we need to clear the room now."

"No," Vish said, looking annoyed, "Just a few more minutes, I'm almost there."

"No, you don't understand," Xeneth said, two guards moving over and flanking him. "I'm sorry, but there are some uninvited guests coming, and we must handle it. I am sorry," Xeneth said.

"Oh, fine," Vish responded, pulling himself from Pavlor's muzzle and standing.

Xeneth went to clip the lead on Pavlor's collar, but he growled slightly and skipped around Vish's body. He peered back around at the hand he had evaded, and the owner of that hand looked livid. "Dog, over here, NOW." Xeneth pointed at the ground, demanding Pavlor's obedience.

Pavlor didn't budge.

"I said now, or you're going to regret it, slave."

Vish was standing with his arms up slightly, acting like he was just some innocent bystander in this whole situation. Pavlor refused to move, even baring his teeth slightly and growling.

"Your slave's not going to bite me, is he?" Vish asked this as he shook with false terror. They were putting on a good show while Gregor was sneaking back slightly and placing his hand inside a jacket pocket. Slowly he pulled out a small laser gun and held it concealed in his hand. Pavlor's eyes glanced at him and then back to Xeneth.

One of the guards followed Pavlor's gaze back, and turned to look at Gregor.

Out of nowhere a loud boom sounded and a small shuddering in the earth shook the building. Everyone standing stumbled slightly, except Vish who was being held from behind by Pavlor.

"Fuck!" Xeneth turned to the guard. "We don't have time for this, you handle my pet and take him to shuttle Z. You," Xeneth spat at the guard who was watching Gregor, "follow me."

"Boss," the guard said, his eyes never moving from Gregor. "He's got a gadz."

Gregor know that he had been found out. He jumped up, pointing the gun at the guard while the guard drew his own weapon, pointing it at him. Two seconds passed in what seemed like an eternity, both orca's staring at each other while all eyes were on them. Vish went to slip his hand behind him, but the unoccupied guard turned in a flash, holding a gun up to his head. "Don't move."

The first guard was holding his gun steadily at Gregor. "Hand it over, and your friend won't get killed." There was a quick look between Gregor and Vish, Vish nodded his head.

Gregor opened his palm slowly, letting the small gun fall to the floor with a clunk. Xeneth reached down and picked it up, sneering at it. "Well well, what have we here."

Pavlor's eyes remained up, he was watching Vish.

"Come to put me out of business finally? I never thought you'd find me so quickly. I wonder how..." Xeneth looked past Vish right at Pavlor. The orca sneered again. "You bugged the fucker, didn't you? A deep implant, one we wouldn't find right away." No one responded to Xeneth's wods, "Very well, you can keep your precious little mutt."

Xeneth and the guards stepped out from the seating depression, standing above and on the edges. Guns were poised to prevent the naked orca's and the canines from exiting. The others had already been evacuated from the room. Loud shouts and the sounds of laser fire were growing ever louder.

"I would so love to stay and watch, but I have things I need to attend to. So long," Xeneth spoke with supreme arrogance. The floor under Gregor, Vish and Pavlor opened like a trap, sending the three falling into darkness and along a twisting, curved tube.