Julie And The Mullers
JULIE AND THE MULLERS
By Paul Lucas and Moldred
This is a story that was commissioned from me by Moldred. It is part of his ongoing "Furries in Space" series of stories. Moldred provided the characters, plot, and the ideas, and I wrote it out for him and filled in many of the details. If anyone's interested in other material like this, I suggest you visit Moldred's website, chock full of neat stories and pictures, at http://www.furrysinspace.com/
I am of course always open to new story commissions, and would love to help you realize any creative vision you may have. Just email me at [email protected] for details. = )
All of Moldred's stories, by himself or commissioned, take place in the same fictional universe. As the tale below is meant as a chapter in an ongoing storyline, some background is probably in order.
Julie Rayne grew up on Geode, a garden world in a large, loose interstellar civilization. Geode has been teetering toward a fascist goverment for some time, and Julie and her friends are arrested on trumped up charges and drafted into the military. Unfortunately, she's forcibly assigned duty as a FURN--a Field Utilized Recreational Nexus. FURNs are basically sex slaves, trained and conditioned to unquestioningly satisfy soldiers' sexual and companionship needs so the troops can better concentrate on their duties. Geode takes the idea very seriously--FURNS are as highly trained in sexual techniques as their soldiers are trained in combat. This story takes place near the end of Julie's formal FURN training.
Anyway, unlike other stories by me on here, this is pretty much a pure porn-style sexual romp. Have fun! = )
Julie's hand hovered over the pile of books next to her bunk. What to study next? Belly Dancing for Dummies maybe? Or The MRE Cookbook? Her fingers lingered over Advanced Theories In Xenosexuality. That looked interesting...
Trainer CC, pink haired and white furred, stalked into the barracks and zeroed right in on Julie's bunk. Julie shot to her feet, at attention, but eyes cast down, like a good submissive. So much for a quiet weekend...
The cougar trainer looked down at the small ocelot female with a disapproving frown. Rayne, with her eye-turning spotted pelt, red hair, and geek-girl glasses, was exactly the type of femme she used to terrorize for lunch money in secondary school. "Field Utilized Recreational Nexus second class Rayne," she said with a bored tone like she was reciting tax code. "You are to be take part in a special training exercise. Follow me."
"Yes ma'am," Julie said, and meekly trailed her superior out of the barracks. "If you don't mind me asking, ma'am, where..."
Once outside CC pivoted to face her. "Bite your tongue."
Julie pursed her lips, not daring to talk. What had she done this time?
The larger feline rolled her green eyes. "No, not keep quiet, but do that too. I mean literally bite your tongue. Like this." She demonstrated by opening her mouth and placing her tongue between rows of curved white teeth.
Julie mimicked her. CC reached out, opened her muzzle, and placed a FURNrat on her small pink tongue.
Julie's eyes went wide at seeing the little brownish bar. Her feelings were mixed. She knew it was a necessity in her current position, and her memories under the drug's influence were usually associated with very intense pleasure. But she was still ambiguous about the loss of control...
With the FURNrat snuggly in place, the cougar femme pulled out a large rubber band and snapped it around Julie's muzzle, making sure she couldn't open her mouth again while it was in place. It was snug, but thankfully not so tight that it interfered with her breathing or caused her teeth to cut into her exposed tongue. She could feel the FURNrat begin to dissolve on her tongue. Not long now...
Julie was led across the base to large enclosed courtyard near the flight officer's quarters. Ivy clad the reddish-brick walls, with large wooden support beams running its length overhead. Barred arched windows punctuated the architecture every dozen paces.
She let out a murred surprise when she saw Bilail tied and hanging from one rafters, the fennec's anchor rope being secured by another FURN trainer, Ms. E. Bilail dangled, hands over head and tail tied up, her legs bound and spread apart. Her tail was lashed up to her hand ropes, fully exposing her furry rump. Ms. E, a dark-haired cougar femme with tawny fur, was enjoying herself and ended her job with a snicker. She groped Bilail's breast rudely and wrapped her tail suggestively around the fennec's shapely leg.
After Julie was ordered to strip, CC grabbed some rope and began binding her. Julie was familiar with this routine as well, and compliantly let her limbs be manipulated. Less than a minute later under the trainer's expertise, Julie found herself hobbled, her hands and feet interbound to a strong rope running through her cleavage and wrapped around her neck. CC reached into a nearby sack and clipped on various sex toys to Julie's bonds, including dildos, vibrators, and miscellaneous bondage equipment.
The two trainers joked and gossiped and felt up the their charges again as they pulled up numerous benches, stools, and cushions to surround the girls. Afterward, they left without a backward glance.
Julie felt her breathing coming heavier as she waited beside her friend for whatever was expected of them, a familiar but undefined heat rising from her lower abdomen and spreading throughout her body. She swallowed the last bit of the FURNrat left in her mouth. Little sense even pretending to resist it now.
"Julie?" came Bilail's voice. "I know they have you gagged, you don't have to try and respond. I'm really glad to see you're okay. But you should know we're going to be entertainment for a flight lieutenant's graduation party tonight."
Julie just nodded. She suspected it would be something like that. It was what FURNs like them had been drafted for, to provide sexual satisfaction to soldiers on demand. She could feel a tingle deep in her folds from the FURNrat, unconsciously edging closer to her friend, wanting to feel someone, anyone, close to her right now. She was beginning to wish the party would start soon...
Bilail had a different opinion. "Julie," she whispered hoarsely. Julie recognized the tone, having heard it in her own voice and on other FURNs. The drug was beginning to take effect. "I can't stand this. The constant sex, the submissiveness, the abuse, all that I think I could handle, but these drugs, I hate them. I want to be able to think. I--I want..."
Julie rubbed up against Bilail, breast to breast and hip to hip, causing both femmes to sigh heavily in FURNrat-induced sexual fever. Bilail gasped and instinctively opened her thighs more. Julie caught the scent of pussy juices flowing copiously from them both, an overpowering stimulant in her current state. Her style of binding did not allow much movement, but one thing she could do fairly easily is bend over. She leaned down, the sex toys hanging off her clinking. She nudged her muzzle in between Bilail's thighs, and started licking the fennec girl's already slickened pussy lips.
The fennec's verbal musings were cut off as she arced her back and moaned loudly. Julie lapped the fox's slick folds hungrily, up and down, tasting as much as she could. And not just because she was becoming incredibly horny herself, though there was that, but also to shut Bilail up. The FURNs were always being watched it seemed, always listened to, and she did not want her friend to say anything more that could get her into trouble.
Julie licked deeper, wiggling further between Bilail's nether lips. Then, in circling and vibrating her tongue, she began torturing Bilail's puffy clitoris. The beige-furred foxgirl shuddered hard and arced her back, loosing a shrill cry.
"Hey, girls, save some for us!"
Julie froze in place and looked behind her, twisting around to see a dozen males of various species at the entrance to the enclosed courtyard, many of them holding half-empty bottles of beer. "Damn," the tallest one, a gray-furred wolfoid said. "When those FURN trainers told us there was a surprise here for you, Stefan, they weren't kidding!"
Many of the guys punched and wheedled a serval male playfully, obviously Stefan. He wore the bright, freshly polished bars of a flight lieutenant. As this was supposed to be a graduation party, it wasn't hard to guess who the guest of honor was.
"You ARE gonna share, right, Stefan?"
The serval laughed. "If I leave you guys out I'll never hear the end of it." The pack of males approached the girls. Julie straightened, but Stefan, in the lead, pushed her gently back over and ran his hand over her taut backside. "Much better like this," he said. "Pretty spots."
There were shouts of approval and mirthful impatience. "All right, let's "unwrap" your presents and get to work!"
"Nuh-uh," Stefan said. "We couldn't do that if we wanted, at least not all the way. They're still in training. This is part of their discipline. They stay at least partially bound."
"Hell yeah," said a beefy little squirrel with a Special Forces tag, idly feeling up Julie's hanging titties. "Our training is humping through twenty miles of swamp with forty kilos of pack getting shot at with live ammo. Their training is getting tied up and fucked. Sounds fucking fair to me."
Stefan contemplated Julie, then removed her muzzle band and replaced it with a ring gag from her compliment of dangling toys. Julie found she could open her mouth again, but only so far. Stefan nodded approval at his new plaything. Obviously he was no stranger to bondage.
A short little ferret spoke up, already sporting a substantial tent in his uniform, anxious to get started. "The fox is a little too high up for some of us," he grumped. "How about putting the kitty lower so, like, everyone can have better access?"
Stefan nodded. "Fair enough." They brought up a bench and cushion and bent Julie over it, her tail high and her rounded bottom fully exposed. The serval's finger slid rudely up and down her slit. "Okay," Stefan said to the rest, who were clearly waiting on their leaders' signal. "Since this is my present, Pretty-Spots' rear here is all mine. You guys can do what you want with the rest."
"Oh, yeah!" The little ferret said, shoving the squirrel out of the way to get to Julie's mouth. The squirrel looked mad for a second, then laughed it off.
Before she even had a chance to breathe she felt the ferret's hot tubular shaft shove its way past her lips. Her muzzle was pushed into the confines of the ring gag. She sucked his cock in greedily in FURNrat-induced heat, thrilling to its texture and warmth against her tongue. For all his lack in stature he was surprisingly well-endowed. He slid his shaft hard into her as deep as it could go, tickling her gag reflex, before sliding back and doing it again.
Julie shuddered as the fingers on her slit slid into her, first two then three thick, churning her deep sexual core. She moaned around the ferret cock pumping between her lips as the digits plunged in and out of her a few time, then was replaced with something thicker, longer, and much hotter. Her triangular ears twitched as she heard a very aggressive, very male grunt of dominance as Stefan's long member sunk to the hilt into her buttery cunt. She shivered in ecstasy as she felt every inch.
A quick glance to her side, and she saw the gray-furred wolf pumping wildly into Bilail's glistening slit from the front as the fennec dangled helplessly. He held her thighs up with his powerful hands, slamming into her over and over again with such strength that her tight ass quivered with every thrust. Someone unhooked a large dildo from Julie and the toy was soon lodged in Bilail's clenching tailhole.
The males waiting their turns were laughing and joking even as they stroked themselves through their pants. "Stefan, man, that ocelot ass looks friggin' sweet! Bet you're gonna blow inside two minutes!"
"Fuck you, Ferd!" Stefan said breathlessly, laughing and slapping Julie's furry ass playfully. "I'm a Muller! I can outlast all of you together, I bet!"
The other males laughed, and Julie suddenly felt paper being slipped between her bindings on the back of her neck. "Oh yeah, Stefan? Five hundred credits says you can't!"
"You're on Ferd!"
The ferret using her mouth suddenly grabbed her ears roughly and shoved his cock hard into her. He went rigid, his shaft pulsing spears of cum down her throat. He finally disengaged and went to high-five his buddies when another cock was suddenly shoved between her lips. She glanced up, seeing it was Ferd, the muscular squirrel. He grabbed her by the hair and practically pulled her mouth onto his dick. He exhaled sharply as his throbbing cock explored her hot mouth. "Oh yeah, take it, bitch."
A thought suddenly bubbled up into Julie's sex-soaked brain. Stefan Muller was using her? The admiral's nephew, the darling of base gossip? Maybe she could help him win his bet. It sure wouldn't hurt to make someone influential like him happy.
Julie, whimpering at Stefan's steady, forceful thrusting, waited until he was all the way in before clamping on his pole with her kegel muscles, squeezing tight. He groaned aloud, and she worked him hard with her now well-trained and well-developed pussy muscles. If she could time everything right, and keep it up long enough, she should be able to keep him hovering on the edge of orgasm with judicious squeezing of his cock for as long as needed. After a few minutes, he moved fluidly with her efforts and slapped her butt twice gently, as if to signal that he understood what she was doing and approved. She could only hope...
To her side, the dildo in Bilail's ass had been replaced a black-furred wolf called Lobo with a thick knot he was trying desperately to work into her. Lobo sodomized the fennec girl brutally, smacking her friend's backside hard every few thrusts. He howled his dominance when he finally climaxed. The other wolf in her pussy did the same seconds later.
And so it went for half an hour and more. It finally came down to Stefan, still riding hard at her pussy, and Ferd the squirrel at her mouth. She couldn't believe how much stamina they both had! The other males had already sated themselves for now on Bilail, and were cheering wildly for one or the other.
But with a final swirling of her tongue, the squirrel soldier chuffed like an ape, shuddered, and emptied himself into her mouth. "Damn!" he said even as his salty loads of squirrel semen pulsed over her tongue. Stefan had won the bet!
After Ferd disengaged, Stefan leaned over, ostensibly to feel her swaying tits, but he whispered in her ear as he squeezed her rock-hard nipples. "You can relax now, Pretty Spots. I want to come in your fucking whore pussy. But you can come too, you've earned it."
"Y-Yes, master," she whispered. She relaxed her continuous kegel contractions, somewhat relieved to finally rest that part of her, and he began fucking her with wild abandon. She relaxed, allowing herself to focus on the sensations of her clitty and pussy as they quickly crescendoed.
Stefan growled and shouted, pushing all the way into her molten quim, and exploded. Thick ropes of his hot seed splashed her slick pussy walls and flooded her womb, triggering Julie's own quivering, gasping climax. She clamped down on her cries, not wanting to interfere with her Master's moment of triumphant release, but her exhausted, spasming pussy milked him for every drop.
Stefan pulled out, and the other males cheered loudly, even Ferd when his serval friend snatched the money from Julie's bonds. Stefan just smiled broadly. "So who's up for round two?"
The other males cheered even louder. Julie knew she was in for a long night.
By morning Julie and Bilail lay in an exhausted heap on the floor, mostly unbound and their fur on all parts of their body covered over with male seed. Sometime during round three the males had undone their bonds except for their hands so they could all have a turn at titty-fucking the girls. Some of the males--Stefan and Ferd, to no surprise--had lasted until well into round six.
Julie woke just in time to hear Stefan talking with CC and Ms E, thanking them for the entertainment and promising to arrange generous bonuses for them.
Ah, military life, Julie thought. It was never the soldiers in the trenches who got the credit...
A month later on a Friday afternoon, Julie had another interruption in her weekend routine.
She was exiting her Kama Sutra class when two of the senior trainers--Burton, a hyena, and Doyle, a jackal--approached her. They crossed their arms and looked her over. Burton the hyena sniffed, talking to her in his usual sing-song cadence of exaggerated emphasis. "Field Utilized Recreational Nexus second class RAYNE, you are GOING on a little TRIP. Both Flight Lieutenant Muller and the Grand High ADMIRAL have recommended YOU for an important mission."
Doyle, without ceremony, pried open her maw and placed a FURNrat in. Julie obediently chewed and swallowed. She knew better than to refuse. "But I have a test on Monday. I have to study..."
The two trainers looked at each other, then Doyle nodded at her. "Bring your books with you. But we have to go now."
She nodded and obeyed, following them.
They led her to a broad hangar at the rear of the base near the military spaceport landing fields. Inside was a single star corsair and a curtained-off area by large stacks of crates, boxes, and grav lifters. They led her behind the curtain, and was not really surprised to see a generous amount of bondage equipment and a large, odd, open-framed box.
Julie felt her breath quicken as a hot flash sparked through her compact frame, making her legs watery. The FURNrat was taking effect. She looked about, but her curiosity was being dulled by the heat rising throughout her body. Unconsciously, she rubbed her thighs together.
Doyle threw her a small duffel bag. "Alright, FURN 2342, secure your uniform and your books, then assume Oral position A-2." He glanced at his watch. "You have ninety seconds. Move."
Despite feeling lighted-headed from the drugs, months of grueling training made her movements efficient and automatic. Eighty-seven seconds later her uniform was crisply folded and packed away in the duffel bag along with her books, and she was completely nude, on her knees, with her hands behind her back waiting to be bound. Doyle was already waiting with restraints, a stiff bar across her elbows and more standard manacles on her wrists.
Burton coughed through a quick burst of his heckling laugh, releasing his cock from his uniform slacks and moving forward to smear its tip over her lips. "Heh, LICK it, SLUT," he barked, grabbing her hair and wrenching painfully. Julie flicked out her tongue and lapped at the bright pink member like a lollipop. "Oh yeah," he hissed, "fucking HOPSCOTCH baby."
Doyle snorted impatiently and turned to go. "Right. I'm going to prep the corsair."
Burton shoved his cock between Julie's lips. She clamped her mouth down with well-practiced ease, and sucked, still swirling her tongue over the flared head. "Hey, MAN," the Hyena gasped, perplexed. "Don't you WANT some of this? Fucking ROCKET hangar with a TAIL."
"I can't. I spent half the morning disciplining those twin roo girls we're having trouble with. Wore me out." Doyle turned to walk up the ramp to the corsair. "Besides," Julie heard him grumble under a low breath, "I'm sick of sloppy seconds."
Burton buried his cock in her throat and held it there, almost making her gag. He turned toward his partner. "What?"
Doyle turned. Julie glanced up and she could see the jackal salivating for a confrontation, his fists balling, but at the last second his shoulder slumped. "I said...don't forget she has to remain fresh for her mission, especially down below. Don't use anything besides her mouth."
"Yeah, yeah," the hyena said impatiently, pulling back and resuming his pumping. Julie inhaled sharply through her nostrils, relieved she could breath regularly again.
Burton had been her trainer before. He rarely lasted long, and this time was no exception. Within half a minute he tensed up, yanked her hair savagely, and buried his cock in her throat again as his scummy seed bubbled into her stomach. "Fucking NANOBOTS, bitch, YEAH!" he yelled.
Afterward, they brought her aboard, undid her bonds for a short while so she could brush her teeth and fix her hair, then instructed her to sit on a table in the small four-man craft's crew lounge. Burton--surprisingly the more experienced pilot of the two--manned the cockpit while Doyle secured her into the large open box they brought aboard. It was an open frame of high-resistance plastic struts on four of its six cubical sides. Two faces opposite each other were covered over with a solid panel, one of them hinged with a narrow hole in the center. Doyle quickly and expertly lashed her legs apart along one open face, knees and ankle on both sides tied to the same thick strut. Next, he threaded cord around her abdomen and breasts, anchoring her wrists so she could move them no more than six inches either way. Finally, he closed the hinged lid with her neck in the narrow hole, and locked it down with a padlock. He strapped the box down to the table in preparation for the flight. Inertial compensators could tamp most accelerations, but weren't foolproof.
Doyle fished around the ship's locker for a few minutes, emerging with some vibrators. "All right, FURN 2342, listen closely. Its a forty minute sub-orbital flight to Muller castle. We have to get you 'revved up' for your mission, but you are not to orgasm. Understand?"
Julie nodded, eager to get started from the FURNrat. She could already feel her pussy dilating and secreting lubrication.
But in the back of her head, anxiety bloomed. Muller castle? She remembered the gang bang Stefan Muller and his buddies had used her for the month before. If this was similar, and there were a whole castle full, she might never have time to study. Despite herself, she glanced anxiously at her duffel bag.
Doyle caught her gaze. "Something wrong, FURN? You may speak freely."
"J-just my test, Master. I think I may not get a chance to study, is all."
Doyle rubbed his chin, then went to her duffel bag and pulled out a notebook. "Hmm. This your Karma Sutra one?" he asked. She nodded.
"Hey, MAN, what the FUCK you doing?" Burton called, twisting around in his cockpit seat while waiting for launch clearance. "She's just COOLER for the REACTOR, man."
"Fuck you, she's still military. Don't you ever read the reports? It costs four times as much to produce a FURN than an infantry private. Its in everyone's best interest to make sure they're trained right." Burton grumbled and went back to his instruments. Doyle cursed quietly to himself. "Idiot. No pride in his work."
The jackal trainer locked his steely-hard eyes with Julie's. "But understand, Rayne, if I do this for you and you fail that test, I'm gonna hang you out for bear bait so you only get the freaks who like scars. Understand?"
She gulped and nodded. He grabbed a vibrator, turned it on, and flipped to her most recent notes.
Doyle worked over her pussy idly with the vibrator while he read her lecture and lab notes. He began quizzing her, using the sex play as reward for right answers and lack of it as punishment for wrong answers. For every correct answer he teased her throbbing clitty and orbited her drenched pussy lips, and if she was really insightful he used the feather on her nipples as well. If she was wrong, he moved the toy to her knees or stomach, but still in contact with her skin so she could be acutely aware of what she was missing.
The method worked surprisingly well. By the time the corsair touched down at Muller castle an hour later, she was getting the vast majority of questions right. She was also very dizzy with unquenched sexual pleasure, her clitty taut and straining, her pussy lips puffy and widely dilated. Her general horniness combined with the FURNrat drugs were making her entire skin under her fur tingle with unaccustomed warmth.
After landing, they loaded her box onto a grav lifter, and carried her into what could only be Muller Castle. It was a large cylindrical tower built in the ancient style, mortar and brick and stone. Nearby flowed the blue ribbon of a wide river. From what Julie could remember reading about the castle, that would be the Swanee river, and they were in the former country of Grazland, where the Mullers were, even centuries ago, a military family of considerable influence.
Some pleasantries were exchanged with the castle guard and forms were signed. An elevator ride and some stairs later and they arrived at what Julie guessed was one of the highest rooms in the tower. They left her alone in a darkened room lit only by a twilight gloom seeping in from the barred windows. She was surrounded by many loose pillows and cushions in some kind of sexual fetish room, complete with racks of BDSM equipment and wall-mounted manacles. She'd guessed a month ago that Stefan Muller was no stranger to bondage, but hadn't guessed it might have been a family tradition.
Time passed very quietly, leaving Julie to sit and stew in her own rising heat. She'd figured out that while they all look the same, there were different kinds of FURNrats, some meant to promote general compliance, some to evoke an immediate response, some to sedate or cause hallucinations, others to prolong sexual arousal as long as possible. She knew she was in the grip of one of the latter. The drugs combined with Doyle's long teasing of her made her feverish with desire. She needed something, anything, to touch her pussy sometime soon before she went crazy.
In the quiet, she could hear people speaking far-off. She recognized Doyle's all-business tone. "You want to leave her in the dark and hungry for about another hour, then let her out of the box. Retie her like we told you. If you hand-feed her at that point she'll see you as in control and do anything you ask."
Forty minutes of impatient horniness later, a door cracked open then shut again behind her. Careful footsteps behind her, flicking on a light. Someone was impatient to get started, it seemed.
Into her line of sight walked a young serval, muscular and medium height, dressed very casually in briefs and a green muscle shirt that read "G.U. Track Team". His resemblance to Flight Lieutenant Muller was unmistakable, obviously from the same family, though this serval was a bit younger and far less self-assured.
"Er, ah, hi," he said hesitantly with a nervous smile. "I'm Winfield Muller. I guess you're my, um, my birthday present. I'm of legal age today."
She nodded, her eyes submissive, her slight smile betraying only intrigue, just as she had been taught to do in these situations.
"Okay, I'm gonna untie you," he announced, licking his chops in nervous excitement.
"Yes, master," she said with a well-practiced purr. She watched anxiously--and with some amusement--as he fumbled clumsily with the knots. He avoided touching her as much as possible, as if she were made of delicate crystal.
She smirked. It was kind of sweet, actually, compared to the rough, indifferent way she was usually handled. And it was looking less and less likely that he was going to invite his friends to join in, like his kinsman had. Perhaps this wouldn't be an unpleasant weekend after all.
He let her out of the box and she wobbled to her feet, her legs weak from hours of unquenched sexual stimulation. He reached out to steady her, his face flushing bright red through his thin facial fur as he grabbed her waist. She almost giggled. Cute! "Thank you, Master."
"Um, okay, I'm supposed to retie you," he said, gathering the rope. "Let me know if I'm doing it right." He looped the rope around her neck, threading it down crisscrossing her breasts, and that's when he began fumbling, too distracted by soft curves to really pay attention to where the rope was supposed to go.
Well, he did instruct her to let him know the correct way. "If I may make a suggestion, Master," she said softly. "Around my arms twice, then loop it through the bottom rope under my breasts." Without even thinking, he complied. She talked him through the rest of the binding process, and within a few minutes she was bound tightly again, laying back on a mound of gathered cushions. Her hands were tied parallel to her sides, her legs lashed to them so that her thighs were spread apart, ankles tied up to her arms under her rump. She kept her tone submissive and meek, making suggestions only, but he was smart enough to follow the instructions to the letter.
He kneeled beside her, producing a bag of turkey jerky. He hand fed her several bits. She greedily gobbled them down, unaware of how hungry she was until she saw the food. She licked her lips afterward, feeling unusually giddy and lightheaded.
Winfield blinked nervously. "Okay let's see if this works. All right, uh, FURN 2342, you have to do what I say."
"Yes Master," she said eagerly, only belatedly recognizing the FURNrat-induced euphoria slipping through her. But it didn't matter. The only reason she existed now was to please him, her cute young Master...
"Okay, um, I want you to show me everything I should know about having sex with a female. Show me the best stuff. I'm not supposed to untie you, though."
"Of course, Master," she said, breathless. She hunched forward toward him with naked desire, for a moment forgetting she was tied up. "Please, Master, may I ask that you get undressed? I can't serve you well if you're clothed."
"Oh!" he said, blinking. "Yeah. No problem." He stood and stripped off his shirt and, more nervously, his briefs. His cock sprang out, already fully hard and looking every bit as young and eager as he was. She felt a rush of affection for him.
Instinctively, she tried to move toward him again, but was bound too tight. He had said he wanted to be shown... "Master, would you like me to suck your cock?"
"Yeah," he said absently, then when her words finally sunk in, he enthusiastically barked, "Um, hell yeah!" He moved forward, and lowered himself so he was kneeling before her mouth.
She leaned her head forward and without preamble or hesitation she eagerly sucked him into her welcoming mouth. He shuddered hard, gasping long and loud as he slid his member between her lips, the shaft resting on her hot tongue. She slid down on his cock, her lips a tight seal around his sensitive skin, her tongue inching her forward until her nose rested in his pubic fur and his tip hit the back of her throat. The serval male just loosed on long, continual moan of utter ecstasy.
Not even five heartbeats later he jerked and spasmed and went rigid. His cock pulsed against her tonsils and a powerful jet of his cum gushed down into her tummy. Five more such shots, him gasping throatily the entire time, and he was fully spent.
The small part of her mind still rational recognized that he was young and inexperienced. Of course he was going to cum fast. The larger, horny, FURNrat-powered part of her brain, however, only cared about greedily gulping down his hot male seed and crying out for more.
Winfield reluctantly pulled out of her mouth with a soft pop. "God," he moaned. "That was...incredible! Never knew it felt like that! Thanks!"
She smacked her lips at the salty taste, smiling. She arced her back, displaying her soft breasts prominently. His eyes swung toward them and instinctively he dived down, instantly cupping her soft mounds and lowering his mouth to her nipples to suckle. His licking and sucking was light at first, but after a few minutes he got into it and pulled and squeezed and nibbled with gusto. Her tortured nipples quickly felt like they were catching fire.
Julie saw he was erect again, humping his shaft a bit into the air in his eagerness. She tried thrusting her hips up and down, to show him she was ready, but he was far too preoccupied with her furry bosom to notice. "M-master," she said quietly. "You said you wanted me to show you everything. Do you want me to show you how to fuck now?"
He looked up from between her cleavage, dumbfounded as if all this seemed not quite real, but quietly nodded.
Winfield positioned himself between her rope-stretched legs and jammed at her slit, but couldn't quite find the proper angle. He growled low in frustration, and Julie suggested, "Master? Please, let me."
Julie slid forward as best she could bound as she was, and swung her hips up, lining her pussy slit along the underside of his cock. He shuddered at the moist contact, but was alert enough to know to stay still for the moment. Julie hunched her hips up, sliding her pussy up under his shaft to its tip, until she could feel the pulsing head nudging at her relatively small entrance. She wiggled, working the tip in, so when she lowered herself again he slipped easily into her cunny almost all the way. She whimpered in rapture at being filled up with his hardness.
"Wow!" Winfield proclaimed, eyes going wide as he felt her slippery depths undulate all around him. "W-wow!" Julie began his rhythm for him, moving her hips back and forth gently, until he got the idea. He planted his arms on either side of her and began thrusting. He was clumsy at first, but soon began pounding away in and out of he pussy with gusto, fascinated with her shaking tits.
He pistoned hard in her, gasping, Julie was glad to see with one orgasm out of the way, he was lasting much longer this time. "God," he said, shuddering, bottoming out in her. "You feel so warm! Its so good! It can't get any better than this!"
"It can, master," she said quietly, her eyes flashing up to his. She could see them glazing over slightly with ecstasy as he looked at her expectantly. She sucked her lip. What she was about to suggest would get her punished for days by any trainer. But Winfield definitely wasn't anything like them. "You--you could order me to orgasm, Master. Many males really enjoy a female cumming while they are deep in her."
His movements were getting more desperate, and Julie could tell he was getting close himself. "O-okay. I order you to...to orgasm for me."
Thanks to months of intense training and drug conditioning, his words were enough to send her instantly over the edge. Suddenly her body shuddered and quivered as Julie lost complete control, tingling tickle-sparks shooting through her limbs. She cried out, rumbling under him, her breasts swaying madly, then suddenly she went rigid. Her pussy muscles undulated madly all around the young serval's cock at the peak of her orgasm.
It was too much for him. His arms gave out, and he slid onto her body, their fur meshiing, his cock spasming hard. He shoved his shaft into her as deep as he could go, crying out as he unleashed a torrent of his seed to coat her pussy walls.
They both lay there, shivering and panting through their aftershocks, the serval's head on the side of hers as he lay over her. Eventually he looked up, and nodded approvingly at her. "Thanks, that was...amazing. What's your name?"
"I'm FURN second class Rayne, Master."
"I--I mean your real name. I want to remember who my first was."
"Julie," she said, with the first smile she'd had in weeks that wasn't forced.
She spent most of the weekend with Winfield, ostensibly his birthday "slave." When he wasn't away at some family function, he spent most of his time with her, learning about sex and females. Under stern instructions from Burton and Doyle, he was only supposed to untie her for hygiene purposes, but a few times he conveniently "forgot" to redo her bindings so she could show him how to do things that required hands or real mobility. He seemed to really love her being on top.
Compared to her usual training, it was a very pleasant and restful few days. He never tied her too tight, never let her go hungry, and was very careful not to hurt her. He wasn't perfect--she could definitely see some of the same aristocratic arrogance he shared with his flight lieutenant cousin--but on the whole she could almost have imagined having a boyfriend like him if fate hadn't had other ideas.
Sunday night Burton and Doyle returned to pick her up, and Winfield waved a friendly good-bye to her. As the trainers carried her aboard the ship retied into her box, she looked back to see a warm, affectionate smile from Winfield meant only for her. On the way back, Doyle helped her "study" more, and when they returned to the base, they both used her in their usual way. She almost didn't mind. She was relaxed and rested, and it was kind of her job now. Winfield showed her she could take some pride in it after all.
That Monday, Julie passed her Kama Sutra test with a perfect score.