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Tooth and Claw

Part One

Written by Amethyst Mare for Basement Cat

Snarling furiously as pain rocketed through her back from its rude contact with the linoleum, the scraggy lioness lay prostate, circled by a rowdy ring of teenage furs who jeered wildly, baying for blood like a pack of hyenas. Pinning her down was a tall liger femfur, bursting with muscle with faint, dark stripes delicately patterning her tawny hide, her pale belly adding a touch of exotic grace to her appearance. But she was far from delicate as she traced her sharp claws over the lioness' cheek, cutting a thin line of blood into her fur and baring her jaws at an unworthy opponent. Oh, she would provide a show for them all right. In the juvenile detention centre, cat fights of the literal kind were a well-acknowledged entertainment for all.

"It's Ushi, you whore," the liger hissed, bringing her unsheathed claws up as if to strike the lioness again, licking her lips at the delicious flinch the action prompted. "I think you need to be taught a lesson before I say goodbye for good, don't you agree?"

"You couldn't teach me anything," the struggling lioness spat, futilely yowling and writhing to shift Ushi's larger bulk.

"Watch me," Ushi smirked, rending her victim's plain, grey shirt down the middle with one swipe.

The lioness had barely a brief pause in which to struggle before Ushi ripped a hole in the fabric covering her crotch, delving her fingers into the gap and sliding them past the nondescript panties, which revealed little to nothing, to finger the lesser feline's cunt lewdly. Groaning deep in her throat from a burning humiliation, the lioness panted and shivered, wriggling feebly under Ushi's strong paws, though she was permitted no such escape. Ripping off her own tan trousers so her lower half was completely bare - Ushi had deigned to follow institution rules by wearing underwear - the liger sneered cruelly. The lioness just quailed and gulped loudly, praying that someone would step in, that her abuse would go no further. There were people who could help. Where were the institution guards? They were meant to stop this sort of thing!

Ushi lunged forward to straddle her victim's head, grinding her bare, moistening crotch into the lioness' nose with a ragged purr of vicious delight. When she fought to turn her head away, pretend this wasn't happening and resist long enough for the guards to step in, Ushi growled threateningly, letting her know how much worse the situation would become if she did not accept her fate.

"Lick, bitch," Ushi hissed, raking her claws over the lioness' elegant muzzle. "Unless you want a row of pretty little scars down these cheeks. You'd go nowhere then. You're going nowhere."

Losing the will to resist with Ushi's intoxicating musk flooding her nostrils, the lioness reluctantly lapped at the liger's swollen cunt lips, hating the taste but fearing what would happen if she did not continue. Her questing tongue quickly found Ushi's clit when the liger snorted disapprovingly, licking and sucking furiously in the hope that she would not be marred further from this incident, though she had yet to know how long the mental scars would persist. She was mortified to discover that the fur of her cheeks were damp with a flood of tears.

"You see, darling," Ushi drawled languidly, rubbing her crotch harder against the lioness' tearful muzzle. "I'm untouchable now, at eighteen today. Sure, I'll get a warning for this but you'll never see me again. But everyone here will remember. I hope they use you as their personal cunt-licker for a good, long time!"

Groaning in defeat, the lioness closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the lewd catcalls of those surrounding them, making her public humiliation all the more perverse as the dampness between her thighs, forced apart, became more prominent, the heady scent lingering in the air. She found it difficult to breathe with her muzzle forced against the impossibly large - really, what chance did she ever have against her? She was such an idiot! - liger's sex, pushed and prodded to lick harder and faster, even across her tail hole when Ushi decided that just a cunt licking was not degrading enough. Her world had narrowed to consist only of what lay between the muscled thighs of the liger, who panted heavily, advancing closer and closer to a climax that the lioness was loathe to give.

"All right, that's enough! Break it up. Liger! On your feet, now! Get up!"

"But I'm not - fuck off! Let me go!" Ushi snarled at the Doberman guard who yanked her unceremoniously to her feet. He only glared and tossed her clothes back to her, others dragging the lioness away quickly, out of her sight.

Damn it...

"Get your clothes back on," he ordered brusquely. This instruction, at least, the liger was quick to comply with, expecting to be escorted to the outbound office, which she had been heading towards when waylaid by that oh-so-convenient liger. She was on her way out, after all - they could do nothing. She was shocked to find her arms grabbed by two more guards instead, who carted her bodily from the room and from the disappointed, dispersing crowd.

"What the fuck?" Ushi yowled furiously, her body shaking on the edge of her forsaken climax. "Where the hell are you taken me? I was about to get out! I'm eighteen! You can't do this to me!"

Not surprisingly, they did not deign to answer, instead tightening their grip so that her flailing claws had less opportunity to score gouges in their clothes and fur. Livid with explosive rage that they were not paying attention to her perfectly 'just and fair' demands, Ushi snapped at the restraining paws, sinking her fangs deeply into one guard's hand; he swore and she almost escaped before another two came forward to forcibly restrain her.

"Should have got some chains for this one," one muttered under his breath. "Only thing that will hold them when the bitches are this wild."

Dragging the liger kicking and screaming like an untamed feral, the Doberman guards eventually managed to reach their destination: a small, enclosed office that was only accessible after entering a specific code into the panel next to the door. A petite, crimson dragoness clad in a prim, grey suit sat at the desk, reading her way through what looked like a stack of reports. She barely spared a glance for the screaming Ushi, who was tossed into the room, every guard being necessary to restrain her from spinning into a murderous rage; instead, she blew on her claws lightly, hastening the drying sheen of jet black nail polish, which contrasted darkly with her scales.

"All right, tell me what happened this time," the dragoness said in a bored tone, as if this sort of dire incident was everyday in her line of work.

"Well, Director, this one here had a lioness down in the canteen, had her stripped completely and -"

"Who are you?" Ushi interrupted, having thought that a standard canine was in charge of the facility. Director? Where was the old one? The small dragoness looked her up and down disdainfully, a spark of recognition lighting up her eyes.

"Oh, so this is the infamous 'liger' I've heard about," the dragoness chuckled softly, her yellow eyes narrowing wickedly. "Now, now, we mustn't forget our introductions. I am Vyrene, Director of this institution for wayward, young, female furs much like yourself. And you are Miss Nakushi McFarland - we know your name very well here. It is you who gave me the opportunity of this position. Your, ah, 'antics' proved rather too much for the previous director, so the board forced him to step down. He has a better position now."

Great, Ushi thought, trying to ignore the mental twitch that the use of her full, hated, name caused. That old dog was good for nothing anyway, stupid runt.

"Ah, yes, anyway," the guard continued as if the interruption had not taken place. "She's raped a lioness in the canteen just now, was sitting over her head when we found her in quite a...state."

"Hm, no matter, this is the perfect opportunity to test the new program," Vyrene said coolly. "She is the perfect specimen for it - just look at her file. Would you like a full list of your offences, Miss McFarland?"

"What offences?" Ushi replied loftily, carelessly swishing her tail. Opening a nearby filing cabinet, Vyrene selected with her claws a bulky file, which was bursting with paperwork.

"Let's have a select few then to enlighten you," she murmured, flicking through the pages. "Incident one, dismantling the bed frame and smashing the window in a misguided 'escape' attempt. Incident two, ripping clothing from the upper body from inmate Lee. Incident three, scarring inmate Jones with unsheathed claws across muzzle and neck. Incident four, breaking the nose of inmates, Penn, McKerney and Kozuvela, among scoring numerous cuts and bruises about their bodies, leaving them hospital bound. Need I continue?"

When Ushi remained silent, unable to form any reply to the incidents that had indeed occurred - although the other inmates had not been entirely innocent - Vyrene smirked and closed the file with a decisive snap, signalling to a free guard.

"You are very lucky, my dear," Vyrene said slowly. "You are the first to partake in the behaviour modification program for dangerous predators. You will be re-educated completely so that you may become a useful member of society. For the duration of the re-education, your civil rights will be suspended," the dragoness laughed cruelly. "Once you reach the age of twenty-one, your re-education period will be over, unless, of course, you require further educating. That could be most -"

"You can't do this to me! You can't make me a fucking slave, you whore!" Ushi screamed, writhing furiously in the steely grasp of the guards. "I'm eighteen! I'm getting out today! I have rights! Let go of me right now! I have the documents for my release!"

"Oh, not any more you don't. Guards! Secure her!"

The guards converged upon Ushi in an instant, forcing a large ball gag into her muzzle before she could scream so that her canines were rendered useless and her jaw forced painfully wide to accommodate the hard, innocent, red ball. As Ushi tried to land a kick with her powerful legs, she found them rudely yanked apart, manacles clicking ominously shut around her ankles and a lengthy bar attached between them to hold her legs apart, as if the seething liger was an ornament on display. Snarling furiously behind the gag, Ushi made a last, futile attempt to defend herself, slashing wildly at the nearest Doberman and connecting her claws with his exposed forearm, earning a very satisfying howl.

"Damn you!" Vyrene hissed. "Get her arms restrained now - tightly! And you, take yourself to the medical bay, get that cut seen to immediately. Who knows what's on her claws..."

Panting as they worked, the guards swore muttered curses under their breath, inconsiderately manhandling Ushi's paws above her head and chaining them to a ring in the ceiling that she had not noticed previously, although she wished she had noticed - and fled - in hindsight. Hindsight was a deadly thing. With her limbs manacled, if she did not choose to stand proudly with her legs spread, she would hang limply from the chains like a rag doll, straining her arms and sending shooting pains through the already aching muscles. Belatedly, Ushi wished she had not worked out in the institution gym that morning and worn her muscles into sore submission; the position she was forced into was trying for even the fittest fur.

She growled inwardly, grunting her protests and lashing her leonine tail in the typical style of an angry feline. They had no right to hold her prisoner! Ushi rocked her weight, dragging on the chains in hopes of feeling them give, although the metal held strong and she yelped at the pressure she exerted upon herself, quickly regaining her balance with a muffled yowl of disgust. Still that cursed, little dragoness watched her avidly, her sickly yellow gaze questing over the liger's body as if she were a feral predator appraising her hapless prey before striking the killing blow.

Leering, Vyrene placed a paw delicately upon a skilfully crafted leather sheath, adorned with a scene depicting a terrifying, quadruped dragon devouring an unfortunate knight, which rested casually upon the edge of the table. When she unbuckled the smooth hide to reveal the contents, the dragoness smirked, holding up a long, shining blade with the palms of her paws; the blade was polished to a deadly sheen and was many times sharper than Ushi's claws, if she had freedom to display their prowess.

"Now, you may call me Mistress," Vyrene purred, tracing a claw tip along the edge of the blade almost lovingly.

"You would be a beautiful specimen if not for your...anger," Vyrene said quietly as she brought the knife to Ushi's upper body, carefully cutting away her shirt, piece by careful piece. First the arms disappeared, sliced into pathetic shreds, then a strip around Ushi's midriff and a wicked section cut out over her breasts like a reverse modesty panel; this modesty 'panel' revealed her full breasts spilling out of the shirt, constrained solely by the standard issue, white bra.

Ushi could do nothing to stop the dragoness in her helpless state; even her tail, a useful distraction and sometimes weapon in the rough fights she got into within the institution and outside, in her gang days, quailed against her crotch in a worthless, instinctive action. If she was going to cut a hole for her breasts to show through, it was not such a far cry to suppose that she may find cause to do the same to her lower half too! Although she would not have admitted the truth to any fur, Ushi had felt the first sliver of fear enter her mind when that knife was produced. The carvings upon the sheath fuelled her imagination to further heights and images of the dragoness devouring her bite by painful bite made her quiver in the bonds.

Why now? Ushi thought desperately, whipping her tail back as the dragoness' paw grazed it; Vyrene merely chuckled under her breath, a demonic lilt entering her tone. It's because I'm a hybrid, isn't it? Yeah, fuck them, they say I'm racist - like I could fucking choose my parents. Like my parents ever gave a shit about me, dumping me wherever they could to get me off their paws for as long as possible, whenever possible. What good's a hybrid to anyone? Well, I'll fucking show them what a hybrid can do. One day they'll - ow!

"Oops," the dragoness giggled, not sounding remorseful in the slightest. "Did I nick you? So sorry."

Ushi wanted to snarl that yes, she did very well nick her and would soon feel her claws in retaliation, but, of course, she could say nothing of the sort, trembling in anger as those moist, bloody beads soaked into her fur and stained the tawny hair a morbid shade.

"There we are...lovely," Vyrene finally exclaimed, making a final cut to the fabric so that the liger's shirt fell in tatters, hardly recognisable as any garment of clothing. "Halfway there."

Halfway? Fuck no!

Despite her fear of being cut further or even bitten, Ushi desperately did not want her sex on display to what she was quickly becoming convinced was an increasingly perverted dragoness. Perhaps this was how she 'disciplined' her victims in institutions and wherever else she had worked: through humiliation, verbal and physical. Likely she had a few counts of child molesting to her name too, though nobody ever cared about that in a juvenile detention centre. Most furs were of the opinion that any furs in the detention facilities deserved every injustice they received...whether legal or not.

Especially hybrids. They were especially hated.

The tip of the knife languidly trailed down Ushi's thigh, quieting her grunts and weakening struggles - what was the point in even fighting if it was just to remove her clothes? Perhaps that would all there was, like a twisted scare tactic - the chains clinking melodically. The dragoness took less time about removing her trousers, however, slicing the waistband so that the fabric crumpled loosely about the liger's knees, soon to be ripped away. Ushi's tail flicked, more in annoyance at feeling cold than any kind of fear, her old bravado returning; but noticing the renewed steel in the cat's eyes, Vyrene struck her muzzle with the flat of her paw, the liger's muzzle snapping to the side.

"Think that's all?" She hissed dangerously. "You are wrong. So very wrong, my dear."

Calmly, Vyrene slipped the cool blade beneath the straps of the liger's bra, cutting cleanly through the two shoulder ones and the one running behind her back with a surgical precision that chilled Ushi. The scraps of material fell away and revealed Ushi's breasts in all their glory, pink nipples hardening upon contact with the air, as Ushi turned her muzzle away, heat rising from her cheeks. Her underwear met the same fate and was kicked away with the pile, Vyrene not wishing to suffer the inconvenience of stepping around the useless fabric during the course of her plans.

Ushi's fur gleamed with health, her soft, creamy stomach fur, reminiscent of her tiger blood, slightly ruffled and fluffed up from the cool developments. Regardless of her lengthy stay in the detention facility, she was in peak condition, her natural species rising to the occasion of living every day as if it was a fight for survival. She loomed over the dragoness and it was aggravating for her to notice that the tables could so easily be turned if any of Ushi's limbs had been free; Vyrene's horn-tips barely scraped Ushi's ribcage.

"Nakushi McFarland," Vyrene stated formally, going forward to accept a trio of slender items from a guard who reappeared by the door, ears pricked to attention. "Your behaviour has warranted you a taste of the whip. Let's see just how you like your induction into artificial slavery at my paws..."

The liger stared in shock at the three whips held so innocently in her tormentor's paws: a bamboo cane, a leather quirt and a dangerous looking bullwhip with metal glinting about the tip. She couldn't be serious...could she?

"Better get used to it, McFarland," Vyrene purred, selecting the cane and laying the other items with great care upon the desk, her fingertips caressing them lovingly. "You'll be feeling the lick of these very often if I have any say in the matter. And, believe me, I will have a large say in what happens to you."

"Allow me to begin."

Ushi quivered in her bonds as Vyrene advanced, a wicked grin teasing at the corners of her lips. That dragoness was truly demonic, she thought desperately, wondering if she was actually intended to escape her 're-education' period with her life or even her wits. Then there was no more time for thinking and pondering as the cane swung back and Ushi braced herself.

Endure it, she told herself, gritting her teeth as the cane whistled through the air - and struck.

If the gag had not been in her muzzle, Ushi's scream would have alerted the entire facility to the procedure that was going on in Vyrene's office. As it was, she could only thrash and writhe, squeezing her eyes tightly shut and trying to fight off the searing line of pain across her rear that set her nerves on fire. Already, she could feel an angry welt rising after only the first blow.

"Not so easy to withstand, is it, kitty?" Vyrene purred languidly, bringing the cane down upon Ushi's buttocks with even greater force.

This time, however, Ushi was ready, and steeled herself to not give that cruel, little dragoness the satisfaction of hearing her scream. Pain lanced through her, but she held her composure, eyes rigidly fixed upon a blank square of wall directly in front of her muzzle, though her tail lashed in reaction. Ride it out, ride it out... Don't let her see how much it fucking hurts... The cunt. When I'm out of this shit, she better watch out. I'll have my claws in her!

The dragoness' eyes narrowed when she received no reaction to the second blow, bar the delicious, pained swish of her captive's tail. She knew, however, that the liger would be screaming again soon enough, so she did not fret about her suddenly disciplined composure; the punishment had only just begun. Though...

Her eyes wandered rebelliously down over the toned curve of Ushi's rump, that tail flicking so annoyingly over it, blocking her view of the red welts showing through the fur. Absently, Vyrene caught the liger' tail tightly between her claws, yanking it up and securing a leather cuff about a foot from the tip, then having a guard chain it to the ceiling so that it would not further obstruct her view. Ushi made only a grunt of protest, doing her utmost to ignore her assailant, but this had the adverse affect of suiting Vyrene very well for the present moment, allowing her to rake her hungry gaze like she would her claws over her prey, licking her lips with barely restrained lust. Through this, however, she was wary to keep her disciplined and cool composure.

This was work, not pleasure, after all.

She shook herself and returned to the serious business of punishing the impudent cat, caning a precise line of welts into the liger' muscled rump and murring softly at the delicious sight her now squirming victim so willingly presented to her. When Ushi chanced to look back over her shoulder, shooting a furious yet proudly defiant glare at the dragoness, her head snapped back with the force of the slap, conveying the very clear message that she was not to do that again. Ushi mewled, shaking her head as if to shake off the pain, her ears ringing even as she thought that there was something truly sinister in the way the dragoness handled the cane, which made the liger suspect that she had caused pain to many a fur before her.

Having grown tired of her sport with the cane, Vyrene set it aside, instead selecting the bullwhip and giving it an experimental flick; the resounding crack made Ushi jump in her bonds and shiver involuntarily, dreading the pain. Ah, the liger had done well to hide her pain so far, Vyrene thought, bringing her arm back to strike the first blow. But she would not be so calm for many moments longer!

There was a tremendous crack as the bullwhip snapped, scoring a diagonal line across Ushi's back. She couldn't help herself, the shock of pain was so great that she convulsed violently, yelling and whimpering into her gag, revolted with herself for emitting that cry - the cry of a cub, a weakling, a runt, Ushi thought. Vyrene smirked at the conflict raging in Ushi's gaze, seeing her crack, bit by bit under the influence of ever-breaking pain. Oh yes...her cracks were widening, but very slowly, that much was sure. Alhough it was difficult to aim the bullwhip over Ushi's back with the chain holding her tail up from her rear, Vyrene was more than willing to undergo the slight technical difficulty in order to stare at the liger' rump, her sex moistening...

Wait...was the liger...wet?

"It seems, my dear, that you are not as tough as you thought you were," Vyrene purred, scooping up a dollop of the liger' juices and smearing them across her tawny muzzle; Ushi's nostrils flared widely. "Take the pain with the...pleasure, McFarland - and learn from it!"

Determined to get down to business, Vyrene slashed another score across Ushi's back, and another and another, striking the blows with no break or respite whatsoever for the panting liger. The vicious bullwhip sent tufts of fur flying and cut into Ushi's abused skin when the welts were struck, dribbles of blood warming her skin and trailing down her back in a sickly pattern that Vyrene murred her pleasure at. And, for Ushi, the pain built and never once wavered.

Her vision grew hazy and she howled vainly, faint from the severity of the blows and the fury with which they were dealt. She desperately wished to be anywhere - anywhere - but in the claws of the dragoness, beating her with such vindictive vehemence... Ushi's thoughts trailed off as she faded into blackness.

Pausing mid-stroke, Vyrene started at the liger suddenly slumping in her bonds as if defeated, though she was sure that could not be the case, not so soon, at least. Stalking around to Ushi's front and lifting her muzzle with one, curious claw tipped finger, she realised that the liger had fallen unconscious.

"We can't have that," Vyrene frowned, her brow creasing.

Pawing carefully through a drawer, the dragoness selected a syringe and a small container of smelling salts to rouse Ushi, a flicker of irritation at the necessary interruption casting over her mood. She prepared the filled syringe with a needle swiftly and jabbed it deeply into Ushi's arm, pressing the plunger with an annoyed grunt; she loathed interruptions, but at least this dose would prevent further fainting episodes, she thought viciously, thrusting the smelling salts under the cat's nose.

Ushi roused lethargically, her nose twitching at a foul stench and the room sliding into focus with agonising slowness. At first she thought herself in some private cell of the detention facility, perhaps knocked out in a fight with another girl, but moaned when she saw the dragoness still standing there, flashing a devastating smile with her pointed teeth.

"Oh no, it's not over yet," she laughed cruelly. "Not by far. We haven't finished whipping you and then, oh - there's much more. This is only the beginning of your re-education. Just think: you have three whole years of this to look forward to. Three whole years."

Ushi shook her head rebelliously, saying without words how she would never, ever give in to any such re-education, no matter how much pain was inflicted. Though the memory of the bullwhip cutting into her flesh was still sharp in her mind, Ushi felt a cool boldness within her core that she felt would lend her the strength to withstand the torture, for she could call it nothing else. Torture was only fit for a slave, even if the accursed dragoness refused to call the act by its true name.

"Or, if you're well-behaved," Vyrene continued thoughtfully, picking up the quirt and tapping it against her soft, yielding palm. "Perhaps your punishments over those three years will be less severe, with the only purpose being to keep you in line, remind you to keep your claws sheathed, so to speak."

"And if you're a bad kitty, well..." She raised one eyebrow threateningly. "I'll leave your imagination to those consequences." Ushi gulped loudly, her tail tugging nervously at its cuff.

Damn you... Ushi snarled mentally, taking every ounce of her strength to imagine the puny reptile in chains herself and beaten within an inch of her life, or killed before her gaze. The thought bolstered Ushi's wavering confidence and she raised her muzzle staunchly to Vyrene's, challenging her to do her worst.

"Very well," Vyrene said, sounding somewhat bored and bobbing her snout complacently. "Let us proceed, Nakushi McFarland."

It was almost comical to see the short dragoness standing in front of the powerful, muscled liger - only the quirt that she played between her petite paws added an air of dark malcontent to the surreal scene. Ushi shook her head and tried to hiss, the sound a bit muffled, but getting her point across.

Raising the quirt, Vyrene smiled sweetly and brought it down across Ushi's breast, the leather wickedly catching her nipple and raising a howl from the liger. She thrashed and writhed feverishly, both striving to evade the pain and break free so that she may give the dragoness a taste of the torture that she was all too easily able to inflict. Ushi growled threateningly, dragging at the rattling chains and hearing the fixtures groan under pressure but, infuriatingly, hold firm. She yelped as her other breasts was struck, the flesh rippling with the force of the blow, and danced from foot to foot, her whole body steadily being coated with a slow burning fire.

Dealing the blows, Vyrene could not have been more contented to see the slave's pain swell and begin to break her truly upon the beating of her sensitive breasts. She was almost sorry to deface such perfect, feminine mounds of flesh, tipped with tender, pink nipples, but, as she told herself with great personal pleasure, work must be done. And it still pleased her to abuse the cat with all the tools at her disposal.

"Give in," she advised in a sultry hiss, beating further welts and cuts into Ushi's breasts, the trickles of fresh blood and metallic scent of such heightening her excitement. "It will be worse for you if you do not accept your place."

Ushi shook her head vigorously, her previously concrete conviction beginning to wane. It was not the pain, no - that could never break her. It was the other effect the whipping was having upon her, especially when her nipples were abused...or stimulated. To her shame, as her breasts were beaten, she felt her arousal gradually rising and her cunt dripped lewdly as if she was in the middle of an orgasm. She closed her eyes tightly and moaned futilely, wishing at the same time that the dragoness would both cease in her beating and also continue, make her cum, satisfy her craving.

Ushi shook herself, wide eyed and determined not to take sexual gratification from the obscene act; instead, she imagined tying the dragoness up and hurting her...but that only served to increase her desire, her juices flowing more freely from her honey pot. She screamed as the quirt suddenly switched its course of attack and struck her exposed cunny, bursts of hot pain shooting through her labia. She looked on in horror and shook her head 'no' when Vyrene licked her lips with unconcealed desire, striking Ushi's obscenely swollen clit with a small giggle of glee.

That bitch... Ushi thought through a haze of pain, moaning and writhing through the pain and heated pleasure, unconsciously arching her body into the blows. When the quirt was exchanged for the more precise cane, she yowled out an orgasm, trembling violently as her clit was rhythmically and evenly beaten to draw out her humiliation - and the dragoness' voyeuristic delight. Jerking her muzzle erratically in an attempt to clear her head after the mind numbing climax, Ushi was shocked when she was given no respite.

If anything, she was caned harder.

Ushi screeched indignantly, teeth scoring teeth-marks into her gag and her cunt red raw with the continued caning, hoping against hope that it would come to an end soon. She briefly wondered why she was still conscious when the earlier beating had knocked her out after such a short while, but the burning pain swiftly rendered such thoughts incomprehensible. Her world narrowed to one of pain and pleasure where the only reprieve was the scant gap between strokes of the cane when Vyrene would swing her arm back in preparation to deliver the next dose. It was more that simple bad luck that the dragoness was of the perfect height to deliver an unencumbered beating to her sensitive cunny, which was all the worse for Ushi. The liger squeezed her eyes tightly shut, telling herself that they were watering from the pain and that they were not tears, and screamed through a second, more powerful and horrifying orgasm.

Then, and only then, was Vyrene satisfied and stepped back, murring appreciatively at the sight Ushi presented.

Beaten, bruised and bloodied from breasts to sex, Ushi thought her torment was over at last. Blood dripped from the few cuts upon her body but, apart from a few minor, shallow slashes that would leave battle wounds upon her body for years to come, the drugs had done their job in protecting the liger from any lasting damage. The physical wounds would heal and the aches would fade. The mental scars on the other hand...those would take longer.

But Ushi was far from broken. Her chest heaved, her rocking breasts and abused nipples sending tiny shockwaves of pain - and pleasure - into her nervous system, the ripples of her most recent orgasm fading all too rapidly. Vyrene knew this and her eyes glinted wantonly, delighting in the liger's resilience; she would take a wonderful time to break completely.

"On to the next stage," Vyrene stated coolly, professionally.

The next stage? There is...more? Ushi thought through a haze of pain, feeling her wrists being released from the chains. She thought that that would be that and she would be free to stand on her own two feet for whatever stage of her 're-education' came next; she almost wished that she would be sat at a wooden desk, in a straight, hard-backed chair and writing lines like in the more traditional detentions she had attended not so many years ago. After the severe whipping, she yearned for the strict yet bearable and laughable discipline the schools delivered.

But no, that was not to be as the dragoness quickly manacled the liger's paws behind her back, the awkward angle pulling at her shoulders even as the blood returned in a rush to the numb limbs. Like lightning, the ball gag was whipped from Ushi's muzzle and replaced with a wide, metal ring gag - she had no time to react or close her jaws, but only felt fresh pain as her jaws were forced even wider, tongue lolling out drunkenly.

"As part of the procedure in which we will normalize your behaviour, the decision has been made to introduce you to some healthy, straight sex," Vyrene grinned, beckoning somebody from beyond the door to enter. "And I have just the fur to assist in re-educating you. He has quite the cock to fill that sore, needy cunt of yours."

"Mmmph! Nnnmph!" Ushi yelled through the gag, not forming anything coherent but bubbling with fury at the thought of being fucked against her will. By a disgusting male nonetheless! She was a lesbian, for fuck's sake! Sure, some furs were still against that, but her orientation was her private business! Was this not rape? That was illegal in all counts!

But she had no rights. Those that did not have rights... Ushi sighed. She was royally screwed and about to be screwed in the very literal sense. Did they even know that she was still a technical virgin to more penetration than a finger? Probably.

There was a deathly clop of hooves on the linoleum behind Ushi and she howled in anguish, thrashing in the dragoness grip with renewed fear and vigour, as a black horse, all too evidently male, stepped around her. He was the first fur that she had seen that day that rivalled her for height and bulk, the muscle coating his limbs putting hers to shame, while a thick, lustrous mane fell luxuriously over his arched neck. Eyeing Ushi up and down like a farm animal would be appraised for its worth, the equine snorted eagerly, pawing at the ground with a large, softly feathered hoof that could cleave the liger's skull in two.

"This is your partner for your first coupling," Vyrene murmured. "I'm sure you will be most pleasing to him. And, yes, we do know you are a virgin. All the better for your induction to proper sexual relations!" She added with great relish.

"Nooo!" Ushi screamed, feeding her tired limbs with fresh strength, the sole thought in her mind that of escape from the horrible prey species that they desired to fuck her. She had never had a partner that was not female and was not a predator; just the thought of a prey animal touching her anywhere upon her body, let alone in an intimate region, turned her stomach. But she knew with a stomach-churning feeling in her gut that no one would rescue her even if she did escape as far as the door. Nobody would care that she was about to be raped. They would chain her back up, if she escaped, and beat her again. And again. And again.

Until she submitted.

"Not such a scrawny thing as the other potential predators were, Vyrene," the horse laughed, circling Ushi. "That is good...I like my predator's with some good meat and muscle on their bones. Fucking the big girls is more fun! Are there any special instructions?"

"Yes..." Vyrene said thoughtfully, digging her claws into the liger's arms as she began to struggle again. "Make sure you give her a big load of cum, I want her dripping with it when you're finished. Do not even think of holding back, as I will be most disappointed if you do and it will reflect on the wage you receive for this task. Fuck her raw. Also...this one identifies as a lesbian, so make sure she experiences many of the pleasures of healthy, straight fucking. We will educate her out of that nasty habit."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied gleefully, rubbing his palms together.

"Then begin."

Trading places with Vyrene, the stallion pawed at the liger's rump, snorting lustfully at her sex-laden scent, her arousal thick in the air. It would drive any male into a sexual frenzy, let alone one that was already intent on raping her.

What if she became...pregnant?

She gulped loudly, shaking all over and lashing her tail, the limb thumping futilely against her soon-to-be rapist - she didn't want to be pregnant! They were sick, sick and twisted, she decided. To force an unwanted cub on a female for the sake of their petty, little re-education scheme, which was no scheme at all, but a definite abuse system.

Thoughtlessly, the horse shoved Ushi down upon her back, her arms crushed painfully between her back and the hard floor, though she struggled not to show her discomfort, both from the position and the abused flesh. With a muted snarl, she kicked out at the equine and almost landed a hit to his crotch, fraught to not have him anywhere near her, but pulled her kick up short at the sharp rise in throbbing the action brought her, the welts and matted fur on her back protesting loudly. She fell back to the floor writhing like a snake and strived to block her ears to the amused laughs, laughs at her pain.

"Aren't you spirited, kitty?" The horse crowed, grabbing her muzzle and making her look at him, though her eyes blazed. "Not looking forward to having a big horse-dick inside that tight cunt of yours? No?"

"Bind her feet to the spreader bar again," Vyrene ordered, her amusement rapidly dissipating as her expression turned stony again. "She is not progressing. Restrain her legs tightly to it and then you can have your fill of her."

Grabbing the previously discarded bar, the horse pushed her legs widely apart and fastened the bar to the appropriate O-rings on the cuffs; Ushi howled in fury, thrashing upon the floor but only catching the horse's strong legs a glancing blow that he laughed at.

"Oh, don't complain, bitch," he said, dropping to straddle her body, his hardening cock slapping against her breasts. "You'll love it."

Ushi turned her head away, humiliation making her body tremble uncontrollably as that foul dick rubbed against her fur, smearing his stinking pre cum on to her pale stomach. It was vile in appearance, Ushi thought, mottled pink and grey as if afflicted by some sort of disease - she would take the soft, flushed sex of a submissive female over his roughly hewn tool, if given any choice in the matter. As if guessing her thoughts, the horse grinned and Ushi had the passing notion that he would have been a handsome fur, if not for his dark and twisted personality. And they said predators were the sick ones.

She growled as he stroked his prick against her chest, aggravating the cuts with the smooth flesh. He sensed her discomfort and swivelled his ears, leaning forward to grab her breasts inconsiderately and press them rudely together, trapping his long shaft between them. Of course, he ignored her hisses and cries of pain, bucking his hips to slide his dick between her breasts, and murred lustfully at the soft, silky feel of her fur.

"I love fucking predators," he groaned, slapping Ushi across the muzzle with his dick. "They have a fire to them," he added with a smirk, seeing the fury rage in her eyes.

"Get on with it," Vyrene snapped, advancing on him with a growl. "You're wasting time! Fuck her... I mean... Continue with her re-education. At once!"

The equine was alarmed at her tone, pinning his ears back against his skull, and mutely sprang to his hooves, hefting Ushi up by her midriff and tossing her against the dragoness' desk as if she weighed no more than a fur half her size. Giving a muffled "oof" as the air was knocked from her lungs, the liger scrabbled to find her footing - maybe to spring away and delay her rape if but for a few seconds. Her quickness to support her body was her undoing, however, as the horse ground his crotch into her sore rear and leaned one paw heavily upon her back to pin her down, crushing her breasts painfully into the desk-top. Fearfully, she looked back over her should and flinched at his sadistic smile: it was coming.

Eagerly snorting, the horse adjusted his stance and lined up his drooling prick with the liger's hot snatch, pressing the flat head against her flushed, exposed opening, conveniently slickened by her earlier orgasms. Ushi tensed up and fought to keep him out, clenching her muscles as hard as possible as she lashed her tail furiously, but he would not be denied, the head of his dick pushing roughly into her cunt. Howling, Ushi thrashed wildly, only ironically succeeding in pushing her body back further on the horse's cock with her squirms.

"Mm...keep still, whore," he moaned, thrusting deeper and deeper into her cunt, ignoring the trickle of blood that splashed Ushi's stretched labia, mixing with sexual juices so that it was almost indistinguishable - it was just a normal part of the job to him.

The liger breathed in short, sharp breaths, though she found the pain emanating from deep within her crotch far more bearable than the strokes of the whip; it was the humiliation that cut her to the bone with the pinpoint accuracy of a needle. It was as if the dragoness had known exactly what to do to push her further and further down, making her crumble slowly like a wall that has withstood the tempest for too long. Groaning deep in her throat, Ushi shivered, hating every second and flinching as the obscene horse cock stabbed repeatedly at her cervix - she was certain that he was trying to push through, with the force he was putting behind his thrusts, driving her into the desk again and again.

"Finish it," Vyrene murred lowly, snaking her tongue over her lips and lowering her paw to her crotch where she rubbed lightly at the cloth, wishing that she had someone to scratch that itch for her - a someone that was in the room at that very moment.

All too eager and aroused, the equine tossed his black mane proudly and dug his hoof-like fingertips into Ushi's hips, speeding up his thrusts considerably and snorting heavily through his nostrils in anticipation of his rapidly approaching sweet release. The tight cunt had decreased his usual, masculine stamina and it was with a triumphant whinny that he thrust in to the hilt and spurted thick ropes of cum into her throbbing cunny, warm and more yielding and still denied the pleasure of orgasm under his hand.

"Ah, lesbians are the best," he said with a chuckle, patting Ushi condescendingly upon the head. "Don't worry, kitty - you'll learn. Maybe I'll teach more. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Ushi grunted and shifted under his hold, denying the subtle stirrings of arousal in her crotch and the slickness of her juices coating her lips, soon to be combined with the blasted horse's cum. She shuddered, imagining the horror of being pregnant, the further pain and humiliation she would have to endure - if she had cubs, would she still be fucked? Some furs had a fetish for that and she was sure that every part of her would be utilised, whatever her condition. How vile.

The equine pulled out with a self-satisfied grunt and Ushi, every part of her body aching as if being pounded with a sledgehammer, could only lie over the desk, helpless, while his semen flowed from her stretched cunt. She felt like a whore that had finished her nights work on a street corner. The only difference was that she had no choice in the matter and she knew, with that nauseating gut feeling, that this rape was just the first in a chain of events.

"She's a good cum-dump, for her first time," the horse nodded approvingly, wiping himself off with a towel, which Vyrene proffered, without a care for the liger.

"She is..." Vyrene agreed absently, her lips slightly parted and her eyes glazed over.

Taking the towel back from the equine, she brought it around to Ushi's muzzle, rubbing the sticky cum into her face to make sure she would carry her rapists scent - and remember her rape for every waking second until it, eventually, wore off. Perhaps she should have the scent mark on her muzzle renewed periodically? The liger, disgusted even in her weak state, tried to pull away, but Vyrene caught a firm grip of her hair and pressed her nose into the filthy towel, near cutting off her air supply.

Ushi tried not to let the tears come, but it was impossible when her body was so battered and she had that vile horse's masculine stink in her nostrils. Every breath she took ensured that she was reminded of her situation though she would desperately try to forget it - pretend that she was elsewhere for a while before being rudely shocked back into the reality of the office and her assailants. Seeing the liger finally break down into throaty sobs, Vyrene knew that this stage of her training was complete.

What a shame...

"Guards!" Vyrene snapped, raising her voice.

The Doberman guards, who seemed to have been waiting outside the door, sprang in, wide grins upon their cheerful muzzles. They smirked at Ushi and muttered to one another, taking in the view of her rump and spread cunny that her current position offered them; she squirmed through her soft, weakening sobs, knowing she could do nothing to prevent their gazes. She only hoped that they were not her next rapists.

"Finished with her for now, Ma'am?" One with a heavily bandaged arm asked with a leer.

"Yes," the dragoness stated coolly. "Take Nakushi Mcfarland to her new cell for the night. No luxuries."

"Yes, Ma'am!"

Ushi growled softly and shook her head. A cell? What was she? Nothing more than a prisoner now? Was that all that befitted a slave? She did not truly need to ask herself the question, but the rage her self-questioning brought forth soothed her mind a little and quieted her sobs, burning away the tears as her fur bristled.

As the guards approached, making lewd jokes, Ushi briefly contemplated fighting them; it would give her pride a jolt of satisfaction to mark another with her claws. A kick in the balls would be even better. And if she did...what would the consequences be? In most circles, what she wanted to do would be classed as self-defence but, with her slave status hanging darkly over her bowed head, they could do absolutely anything to her. She just wanted it to stop, if only for a short while, to put her head down and rest in peace.

So it was that the guards found that the liger offered them exceptionally little resistance when she was jerked upright, the movement sending a fresh, sharp wave of pain rolling through her form. They saw fit to remove the spreader bar from between her hind paws, leaving the thick cuffs, and roughly manhandled her to the door, assuring Vyrene that they would get her to her cell in mostly one piece. The last Ushi saw of the dragoness was her sly smirk as she turned eagerly to the horse, already discussing new methods that they may use to in Ushi's 're-education'.

Mutely, Ushi lowered her muzzle, the tears dripping to the cold floor along with the horse cum, which still leaked copiously from her sex. She did no more than shake with fury, did not attempt to strike or harm any of the guards - she only desired peace and rest in the immediate future. As much as she tried to tell herself that she was serving her best interests in complying with their demands and escaping further abuse, a dark, cruel voice in the back of her mind reminded her that she was already behaving in a subservient fashion: Ushi closed her eyes in fear.

She had taken her first steps towards slavery.