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"You'll be fine," the Canine steward told himself as he made his way down the hallway toward the patio where the lady of the house took her afternoon refreshment, "You've known her since you were a little pup. How upset could she be?" Unfortunately, he had seen exactly how upset she could be. The Gray One responsible hadn't been able to sit comfortably for several days.

He stood in the doorway for several minutes, wishing his own tawny and brown coat could simply melt into the brown and yellow stone and disappear. He could see his Lady on the patio, reclining with her back to him. As was often the case, she rested among the cushions without any clothing, the topography covered by her peculiar blue coat visible along the entire range from the swell of her hip and valley of her waist along her arm resting on her side. As he looked at the back of her neck, he saw a flick of motion in her ear and she spoke.

"Michael?"

"Yes, My Lady."

"Why do you disturb me?"

"A healer from the village is here, bringing one that needs your care."

"Unless they are bleeding to death or on fire, they can wait, Michael."

Michael considered the possibility of either of those happening to him as he continued, "It is a Silenced One."

"What?"

Words rushed out of his mouth "All are accounted for, My Lady, this one is not known to me."

Lynn was silent several moments before she spoke, "Show them to the Great Room. I will meet them there."

Michael started breathing again, "As you wish, My Lady." He dashed quickly from the patio, oblivious to his Lady whispering to the brown Rodentian garden boy whose thinner frame had been obscured by Lynn's curves.

"Finish me," she rasped.

The naked rat-boy squirmed to move his tail and take the she-male cock that had been sliding from its sheathe and throbbing against his back. His own penis grew hard as he felt the she-male enter him, and throb as he took the length and started to flex his back and legs to massage her cock. A hard worker, this Brown One, and his muscle tone was exquisite, the sensations delicious. He took a deep breath and started to mount the thick knot at the base of her cock, but her hand slapped hard on his hip.

"No," she said, and began to pump her own length into him while preventing him from grinding down on her knot.

He whimpered at the denial, silently cursing the disturbance that prevented the hard knotted fucking he so desperately wanted. The time for morning chores flew by when he could fantasize about the early afternoons he spent on this patio, heated and sweaty, savoring that incredible Vulpine cock draining the last of it's seed into his tail-hole while the throbbing knot bound them together for a time, hard and squirmingly uncomfortable as a cork in a bottle of wine. In lonely times when Lynn was away traveling, he sometimes found a private place around the grounds and tried using one of the wine bottles to fantasize about the cock he wanted so badly, shouldering the bottle into his eager ass and biting his tongue to keep from crying aloud as he pumped himself to desperate release.

Lynn bit down on his shoulder too soon, her own tension driving her too fast, and growled in her throat as her cock twitched and spent itself. The she-male was still half-erect when she pulled away from him, dripping the last twitches of spunk on the flagstone floor as she walked to the chair that held her robe. She wrapped the robe around herself before she turned back to the Rodentian for a moment while he climbed off of the couch they had been sharing. "Clean that up. And see to the west roses, they need trimming again." As she walked she reached inside her own robe for a moment to finish massaging her softening knot back into the tender blue skin of her sheathe. She was frustrated, yet if it was, indeed, some wandering Silenced One, she had no doubt it was going to get interesting.

The garden boy might have been pleased - or more aroused - if he had seen her adjust herself as she retreated, but he was busy licking spilled seed off of the flagstones.

§

The healer from the village, a canine female long past her bearing years, had been to the villa many times before. Still she felt nervous and small. Her entire cottage could fit in this, the grandest room in the sprawling villa. But she felt strongly enough for the poor creature that she had brought up the mountain that she stood her ground and even smiled, not quite easily, when the Lady of the Villa entered the double doors from the depths of the residence. "Thank you for seeing me, Lady Lockjaw, I apologize for disturbing you. I know that you are busy, and I understand that your time is precious and--"

"What can I do for you, Aurora?"

"Um, right, then. As you know, I am one of the healers that assist at the orphanage and foundling's home ..." Impatience in the eyes, in spite of the smile on Lynn's face, drove Aurora on, "Anyway, this poor rat girl came to my attention. I could not find out much, since she has been mutilated, but she is lost and obviously scared. I know that you have taken in such foundlings before--" Her voice trailed off, not sure how to ask what she wanted.

"And you would like me to take care of another lost rat? I have been more than charitable making contributions to your activities in the village, there is a limit to my resources."

"If it would be too much to ask--"

Lynn smiled faintly and shook her head slowly, "First thing, I'd like to take a closer look at her. Second, you must learn to finish sentences."

Aurora took a moment to notice that Lynn was, in fact, jesting with her. As the Lady looked more carefully at the milk white Rodentian, Aurora began to speak again, "She was apparently following a wagon train but not actually a part of it. When she turned up her ribs were showing and she could barely stand. Her strength has improved since she began to eat regular meals again, though she is still understandably timid. I hoped that you might be able to do something about her .... damage."

Lynn was inspecting this damage as she gently lifted the girl's chin to look at her throat. A jagged scar ran across the front of her neck, rough and irregular across the lump where her voice box was-- or would have been if she still had one.

"The fiend that molested her so did leave her tongue though it is also damaged. Some comfort that, at least it is easier for her to eat. She may be able to make some sounds, but the poor thing has done little more than cough since she arrived with us. Horrible what some people will do..."

Lynn looked closely at the healed gash splitting the downy fur of the rat's tender throat, tight where it had stretched and scarred. As Lynn pulled her chin to one side the lady muttered a single word, too softly for any but the rat to hear. "Shoddy." The rat girl blinked and dropped her head when Lynn released her chin, looking at the floor in the manner of a permanently scolded child, yet she did not fidget but stood quite motionless. A ghost of a wicked smile crossed Lynn's eyes but carefully avoided her mouth. This one would do nicely.

"Tell me, Lady, can you help her?"

Lynn stared a moment, not at the rat girl, but at the canine healer before answering, "Yes, I think something can be done for her. I will need to do further examination before I can judge the possibility of restoring some voice, but I think I have a place for her. If not in my household, there are other ... places for ones such as these."

"Oh that is wonderful." Her relief was evident in the smile on her face. "I am glad that she will be taken care of."

"Yes. She will definitely be taken care of."

The rat girl's ears twitched a moment, evidently tense. The healer might have been relieved, but something in Lynn's voice was not the comfort she expected.

"Good day, Aurora. Follow me, young one, there are preparations to be made."

§

The tension grew by steps as Lynn led her deep into the Villa di Sangue Gola. A windowless hallway led into the library and Lynn's private study. Already twitching, the rat girl's ears perked in alarm when the double doors of the cool study thudded closed and she heard the ominous second click of bolts sliding home. As her eyes searched wildly and she turned to look back at the doors, the last of her relief was shattered by shock and fear as she observed two things, there WERE other White Ones here ...and they were chained to the wall, one on each side of the heavy oak doors. She saw that each wore a riveted copper collar and little else before the light above her head flared to searing life and the rest of the room went dark.

Lynn's voice echoed stern in the darkness, "Did you want to do this the easy way?" Resigned now the girl bowed her head and extended her hands in front of her. "Not yet," said Lynn. "Strip." Soon the rat stood naked, her white fur accenting her exposure under the single overhead light. There was a vague shadow of blue at the edge of the darkness and Lynn spoke again. "Kneel." When Lynn stepped into the light, the rat girl blinked at the reflections from the shiny studs and tightly fitted polished leather revealed when Lynn had shed her gown. As Lynn walked toward the kneeling figure, the rat closed her eyes and lifted her face, opening her mouth slightly and licking her lips. "Ah," Lynn smiled as she placed a hand on the rat girls head, "Not only a slave, but a slut. Excellent. It will cut down on retraining."

Sliding her hand down the side of the rat's head, the slut's eyes flew open as Lynn grabbed a rough hold of her throat and lifted her up. Feet dangling, coughing and choking, the rat girl was carried back until she was slammed into the ornate doors. Lynn released her grip and the slut fell to the ground in a heap, still gasping for breath. The blue fox smiled, her teeth showing sharp white. "While you're down there..." The rat girl drew herself up unsteady on her knees and leaned forward, anticipating her new mistress's desires. She was wrong. Lynn struck her hard enough across the cheek and jaw that she sprawled on the floor near one of the naked sentry rats.

"No, slut, I don't think so." Lynn reached down and grabbed her again lifting her to her feet and pushing her backward solidly against one of the white sentries. "Feel that slut? Yes, you know a cock when your ass rubs against it." The rat girl stood frozen for a moment. "Well? What are you waiting for? You know how to get him hard. Do it."

She closed her eyes and flexed her toes, the curve of her ass and tail rubbing against the sentry's sheath. After nodded consent from Lynn, the sentry moaned softly and placed his hands on the girls hips, his cock sliding harder from his sheathe with every beat of his heart. The girl shuddered as she felt it throb and Lynn smiled.

"Yes you will do nicely. A lovely present. But first, these boys are chained too far apart to touch each other. I think you will fill the gap nicely." Gripping the slut's jaw she bent her over toward the other sentry, gesturing him closer. "Lick him, slut, lick his soft white sheathe. You are going to be a good fuck for these pretty white boys. That's it, please the boys. Now they're going to fill you full of White Rat cum until they don't want to any more. These boys have been chained here for a long time. That could be a while."

The sentry roughly forced his cock into her cunt, pushing her forward, gagging, onto the other cock in her mouth. Not just a slave, but a slut for the White Ones.

Lynn knelt beside her, licking the tears from her cheek. It was delicious when they learned their place. "You have such beautiful eyes ...it is a shame that he will probably sew them shut. Once these boys are done with you, we will see what can be done about a new voice box. He will be disappointed if he cannot hear you scream...."

§

After Lynn had prepared the girl for the presentation, the smell of ozone and singed fur still strong in her nostrils, Lynn and Michael made their way down the tunnel to deliver her. The small wagon carrying the trussed and hooded slut still unconscious from the workshop made echoing little clacks on the mine cart track installed along the floor of the limestone tunnel. Already they had passed out of the stone cellars below the Villa and had dropped into the network of caves and hewn tunnels in the belly of the mountain.

"The tracks only go so far as the Heart Gate, are we going to have to carry her the rest of the way?"

"I doubt it. When I sent word, I think the dragon was going to send someone to meet us."

Michael was silent a few paces before continuing. "Sending the Lapin, I suppose."

"Enigma is usually his agent in these things, yes,"

"Is that his name? Enigma?"

Lynn shook her head. "I really don't know what his name is. It is an assumption on my part that he even has a name ... and for that matter that he is, in fact, a 'he,' dearly as I have tried to discover both for certain. Still, I think it amuses him that I call him such."

"He just ... he ..." Michael seemed to have difficulty finding a word.

"Don't worry. He's like a cat up my spine for me too. You don't have to go with us if you don't want to."

"But, My Lady I don't ..." Michael grew entirely silent as they entered the cavern knows as the Heart Gate. So called because it was in the heart of the mountain, it also rather resembled the organ now beating more wildly in Michael's chest, not only in irregular and unsymmetrical shape, but peculiar blood-like sheen that the dampness gave to these red stone walls. Several tunnels led out from this central crossroad. Most were disused, several collapsed, but one led to the dungeons below the ruins of a castle on the far side of the mountain. It was toward this tunnel that Lynn turned now, just as the light from Michael's torch caught on the white of the fur of the Lapin emerging from the far tunnel. Behind the long eared servant coming to meet them followed one of the large mechanical cave-horses that the Master of the Castle used in the parts of the tunnels with damaged or missing tracks.

"Hello there," Lynn called, "I see you got my message and brought a load-beast. Excellent."

"I did indeed," the rabbit replied. As he drew closer, he continued, "My master was intrigued by your offer. And your mystery."

"Well, I do try to make things interesting."

"Indeed. Would you like me to load this ....package?"

"Michael, please load her up, there are straps behind the saddle to hold the bundle on." As Michael went about his work, Lynn took a better look at the cave-horse. "A lovely suit of armor this cave horse wears, but the clockwork isn't one of mine. It's ..oh dear..." Lynn's exploring hands slid below the breast plate and met flesh. Not nano-modified horse flesh, but the tight-strained rodent sinews of one of the White Ones. "It's powered by captives? How ingenious. Of course it shows your master's hallmarks, a lovely rat powered steed it is. And a lovely saddle as well." Lynn ran her hand across the supple suede panels. "Mmmm, makes me sorry I wore pants tonight. It even feels warm. More nanotech?"

"It is warm because the ...donor is of nearly inexhaustible stock."

"The unicorn still lives here?"

"And feels every stitch."

"Mmmmm, lovely." Once the rat bundle was loaded and secured to the back of her mount, Lynn sent Michael back to the villa. "I will return after this is delivered. Inform the garden rat that I will inspect his work on my roses personally in the morning."

"My Lady," he hesitated to contradict his mistress, relief and duty warring on his face, "do you think it's wise ....?"

She smiled at Michael, leaning down from her saddle to speak close to him. "I will be fine."

Michael lost himself in her eyes for a moment, the flash of blue witch-fire glowing brightly, before he blinked and coughed, excusing himself. "Of course, as you wish."

As Michael retreated, leaving Lynn with her rabbit-like companion, who spoke with some amusement, "He forgets that you are a sorceress as well as a talented builder."

"Sorceress? Hardly. I have an echo of power from the feral spirit that dwells in my heart and a bit of wild magic that I have picked up here and there." She shrugged, "It is enough for them. You must forgive my young canine, he is devoted but ...timid."

As the darkness deepened, Lynn saw the ghostly glow in the Lapin's eyes, like a cathode tube just turned off, as he asked, "Do I unnerve him?"

"A bit," Lynn replied, "He tells me it feels like you can see him even when you aren't looking at him."

"He is perceptive," said the enigma as the cave horse turned a corner, "I can."

§

In the glow of flickering torches, the rat girl knelt on a stone dais like the offering she was, her bare knees already bloody on the rough stone. Her hands were tied back to her ankles and the head and shoulders of her otherwise naked body were still covered in a large black hood, though Lynn was removing the straps that previously bound the hood tightly around her neck and upper body. Lynn spoke as she pulled the straps from the loops. "I think you will find that she is a fine specimen, generally healthy--" Lynn took one the straps from the hood and snapped it across the inside of the rat's naked thigh, making the white one squirm. "--and quite responsive."

"But she is ... Silenced?"

"Was." Lynn smiled, perhaps a bit too widely, as she was anxious about how her work would be received. Several hours had been spent building a voice box for the rat girl and the collar that fit around her neck had been built to augment and amplify the artificial voice that Lynn had given her. It would doubtless ring much differently than her previous one, and it would still be very difficult to relearn talking. This was unlikely to be an issue since the rat's new master had very little interest in such communication. The animal sounds would be recognizable as such, the moans, grunts, and the screams ... oh yes, the screams. "Say hello to your new master."

As Lynn removed the hood with a flourish, the rat blinked a couple times, though it did not take long to adjust to the gloom from the blackness of the hood. The copper sheathed posture collar that circled her neck and held her face forward and upward meant that the white rat had no real choice but to face forward and she could see the beast before her, closing her eyes again when he smiled, his teeth glinting in the firelight.

"You have never seen a dragon before, then? I wondered. He is an incredible specimen isn't he? The red wings must span some 40 feet when fully extended. Now, say hello." Transfixed at the sight, she scarcely whimpered. She was not one of Lynn's usual White Ones, so she was not prepared for what would come next. When Lynn spoke next, it was harsh, sharp, commanding, "I said SPEAK, slut."

The rat slut's face was wretched with pain and she crumpled to the floor. The metal leads that sunk deep into the flesh of her throat to replace her long removed voice box were electrified at the voice command, her forceful exhale of air warped and amplified by the works of the collar that she wore. No, not wore, it was a part of her. The skin was very freshly joined over the framework that attached the collar to her spine, the leads and wires that fed into the flesh of her throat.

As they subsided, the miniature speakers still humming a bit with her hard breathing, Lynn spoke to the dragon again. "Since I had no way of knowing what she sounded like originally, already having been silenced when she came to my attention, I have endeavored to make a reasonable guess about her pitch and timbre. To that end, I have included some control mechanisms to make it easy for you to adjust ranges to your liking. With patience and practice, she may be quite musical. A theremin of screams."

"It is a lovely gift. Would you like to return to my sanctum and help me ....tune her?"

"As tempted as you know I am by such an offer, I must be going. I have a grape harvest to look after as well I'm afraid, and morning creeps in early."

"Is there anything I can do to repay you?"

"Only the same thing you always do ... tell me everything."

§

A glass of her finest in her hand, Lynn relaxed in her lounge a few moments before retiring for sleep. Morning would indeed come early, and she liked to check in with the field foreman, even enjoying some of the work herself when no one else could see. Drowsy, she reached over to the receiver set on the sideboard, fiddling with a knob for a moment as the tubes warmed and the static subsided, looking for the signal. Finally she relaxed and sat back in her couch as a soaring wail warmed the speakers and echoed around the private room deep within the Villa. Her hand wandered from her glass, forgotten on the sideboard, to her own breast as she drowsed listening to the transmitted screams of the rat on the far side of the mountain. A couple times she flinched, annoyed by the tone response, and resolved to check back about a tune up for the micro-tubes in that collar.

Lynn had nearly dozed off completely when that sound abruptly stopped. She idly wondered if she had underestimated the durability of the rat or the collar when she heard the dragon's voice, echoing across the airwaves, "Lynn...."

Her eyes flew open now as she sat upright, staring at the receiver set.

"My Enigma says hello." Lynn could just hear smiling in the echoing chuckle that came over the airwaves before the rat girl's agony could be heard again.

Lynn pushed her leg over the edge of her couch pulling open her silken robe as drowsiness was replaced with a more urgent need. One hand dropped to the cock emerging from her sheathe and the other pulled more urgently on a bared nipple. The only thing that turned the fox on more that listening at the door, was knowing that someone was watching. .....