Slavery is Freedom

Chapter II: Servitus est Libertas

Zippo awoke between silken sheets, his mind spinning and confused. He could not recall how he had gotten here and nor did he know exactly where he was.

Regardless of his confusion, the bed was soft and warm and he was sore and tired, so he snuggled down between the sheets and slept.

Suddenly, it seemed to him, Zippo's slumber was impolitely interrupted by a brilliant white light. He opened his eyes to find a black silhouette in front of him, with luminescence spilling around it. Sill unable to focus properly, Zippo sat up in his bed, only to invoke, "relax, rest", form the black figure.

He layback in bed and stared blankly into the clean white ceiling. Finally the anonymous shadow stirred, moving over to the side of the bed. As the figure leaned over, it came between him and the light and the tiger found himself looking into the eyes of his lover.

"Mike!" Zippo yelled fondly, throwing his arms around his lover's neck and pulling him down onto the soft bed.

Mike was taken aback by the sudden affection and struggled to break free of the tiger's embrace. When Zippo managed to land a kiss on his partner's soft pink nose however, Mike relaxed into the tiger's encompass, ending up laying on top of him in the bed.

The two cats kissed and cuddled softly, gently enjoying each other's presence. When Mike had finally regained his senses and shaken of the intoxicating effect of his lover, he rolled off Zippo on to the free half of the double bed. Zippo too tried to regain is composure too but was still dazed and confused by the situation.

"How are you?" inquired Mike, who was now also looking blankly at the ceiling.

"Where are we?" replied Zippo, bewilderedly.

"My guest room"

"How did I get here?" inquired Zippo.

"What do you remember of last night?" replied Mike, not answering the question.

Zippo strained his mind to remember and Mike was patient giving the tiger as long as he needed.

After several minuets Zippo replied: "I remember almost everything up until just after you left, I think. But its all a bit patchy."

"Good. That's all I had hoped for. What did you think?"

"Wait a minuet, you still didn't explain how I got here." Zippo said indignantly.

"Well according to the data from the machine, you fainted form over stimulation after your 12th orgasm; that appears to be your 'wall'. That was about 5 hours in, after that you didn't wake up again but did go on to have another 25 orgasms! When I came down in the morning the machine had just switched off and you were still unconscious, so I put you here to rest. That was 6 hours ago."

Zippo struggled to take all this information in but it did start to explain some things and bring back memories.

"So how are you? I was worried I'd been a bit harsh."

"'A bit harsh' - you fucking bastard, you almost killed me. Several times."

Mike looked away shamefully.

"No, no, I loved it! It was fantastic." Affirmed Zippo

Mike looked back, with a relieved expression on his face.

"So didn't go too far."

"Too far! Too far! This is me remember! Next time I want to be half dead at the end - that is of course assuming that you survive your next session with me!" He added jokingly.

Mike laughed nervously.

"So what was the best bit?"

"That's not fair. Don't make me choose like that! The first one was so tense, so stressful and unbelievably mentally exiting. The second was more physically challenging but I've been meaning to get back on the anal stretching so it was a good introduction. And the last one, what a machine! I might just cum now just thinking about it."

"I don't know if your balls have got much left to give actually but we'll do a more detailed review of that one later and I'll show you its ins and outs. We could use a new-ish slave for that actually." Commented Mike.

"Ahhh!" Zippo suddenly groaned.

"I'm guessing you just felt your tailhole", said Mike sympathetically, "It got pretty badly abused last night. And if I were you I wouldn't touch your cock anytime soon! "

"You think I'm going to be able to work like this!" Said Zippo jokingly.

"Oww, I'm sure the crew will be... sympathetic. If that's the right word!" replied Mike.

Zippo just shifted into a more comfortable position.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Ben's raider came back with a little surprise." Mike said suddenly.

"Yeah?" Zippo inquired.

"25 slaves, 19 male and 6 female, all in good condition. 8 are estimated to make it as sex slaves with a further 10 making domestic slaves. The remainder, all male, will probably be sold off for labour. I made those decisions but I though we could go down and check them, it'd be a good way for you to relax after last night. We could even select one for initial training."

"Yeah that's a good idea. But only if the bridge doesn't need attention" Zippo replayed.

"The bridge is fine, I've checked and just incase here is your comms bracelet and a casual uniform. We can also go up and check on the bridge just before tea."

Mike got off the bed and tossed a pile of clothing onto where he had been.

"Do I have to wear a uniform?" Zippo questioned, even though he was now back in charge of Mike and could, theoretically, do as he pleased.

"I think the slaves react better if they don't think we're total sluts right form the off. It feels more dominating to have the uniform first and then go all kinky. Or that's what the trainers say anyway." Explained Mike.

Zippo shrugged.

"Fair enough, they would know best. Before we go I think I'll have a shower."

"Sure just use the guest one though there, you know were it is."

Mike turned and headed for the door as Zippo finally got out of bed.

"Aouch!" Zippo yelped suddenly.

Mike spun about quickly to find Zippo - standing, out of bed, exhibiting a chain, one end of which was attached to the bed and the other end of which was locked tightly around his balls. Zippo wore a questioning expressions and was completely silent and still.

Mike smiled: "Oh, Sorry about that."

"Why?" was all that Zippo replied.

"I didn't want you running off in the night... or seeking revenge. I just though it would be safer if I chained you up."

Zippo chuckled: "There will be plenty of time for revenge later, for now can you unlock it please."

Mike hesitated, teasing the tiger, but then relented and moved over to unlock the chain. Once he had done so he finally left the room and let Zippo get on with his shower unimpeded.

--

The two cats strolled down the corridor side by side, uncharacteristically wearing uniforms.

"So Mike, tell me", said Zippo, "How many furs were originally aboard the ship Ben stopped?"

"45"

"What!", shouted Zippo, "He killed 20 of them."

"I didn't think you'd be happy, I told him he'd better watch where he puts his sword." Said Mike.

"That s_tupid wolf. If he doesn't watch were he puts his sword in future, he's going to have to watch were I put my cock!_"

"Ha, I'm sure he knows that well enough, you've 'punished' him once before, haven't you?"

"Yeh, but it was fairly light stuff, maybe he needs a more stringent lesion, put him on the discipline rota for me."

"Sure, but I won't be able to fit him in for a few days, not until after the officers for certain."

"Oh yeah, the officers. Are you helping me with that?"

"Can do if you want."

"Yeah there are 10 of them so I may need a hand and remember to keep it secrete, ok."

"Sure." Said Mike

"So what are we doing now?" asked Zippo, starting a new thread of conversation.

"Well you can double check my decisions, here's each furs sheet.", said Mike handing Zippo a clip board.

Zippo looked over each sheet quickly and then said: "That's fine, what now."

"Well if you flick back a few, to 'Cloud', I think he'll do quite nicely for a spot of initial training - the readings he should be quite easy to break so you can relax a bit. He'll give you a chance to get back on the young studs too!"

Zippo laughed: "You know dam well it's YOU keeping me off the studs"

The two cats laughed as they continued down the long corridor.

--

The young stallion sat uneasily in the stables tugging at the heavy metal shackles in place around his neck, wrists and ankles. Suddenly a padlocked clicked and the heavy wooden door in front of him swung open, casting light into the dingy stall.

"This is Cloud'." said a deep masculine voice.

"When let's get him out so we can have a look." replied another.

As Cloud's eyes adjusted to the light, he saw the figure of a tall muscular white tiger standing in the doorway and behind him an almost equally impressive black Jaguar.

As if knowing the question on his mind the tiger replied: "I'm Rah Zippo but you will call me Master. You will be referred to as 'mESS823' or male equine sex-slave number 823 and that means a change of clothes."

Being completely naked apart from his restrains Cloud was not sure what the tiger meant until he stepped forward and buckled a tick black leather collar around the horse's neck with the letters "mESS823" engraved on a silver plaque on the front and a tag saying "Cloud" dangling from the front ring. The collar also had three other rings, one on the back and one on each side and after checking its tightness, the tiger locked it in place with a small silver padlock.

Confused, Cloud said: "Why me? Why are you doing this?"

"Watch that tongue boy or you'll be in trouble." replied the tiger sternly.

Clipping a leash to ring on the front of Cloud's collar the tiger then proceeded to unlock the shackles holding Cloud in the stall and then with a short sharp tug on the leash, he raised the horse from the floor of his stall, another tug told Cloud he should move forward and he obeyed, moving out of the stall.

Having been unconscious when he had arrived Cloud now realised that the stables were only a 'rustic section' of a modern and extensive slave facility. As they paced down the corridor, he caught glimpses of signs that read "Arrivals" and "Stables" pointing the way that they had come and signs that read "Playrooms" and "Training" that pointed that way they were heading. He also noticed signs for corridors branching of from the one he was on reading things like "Dormitories", "Stores" and "Punishment cells/hall".

As they finally came to a stop, outside a door that read, "Playroom A-15 / General Practise", the Jaguar reappeared and Cloud suddenly noticed how naked he was. Making a vain attempt to cover himself up, the tiger just snorted in amusement and lead him into the room.

The room was rectangular with large built in cupboards down both sides, a door at the back on each side and a large set of double doors along the very back wall. The floor and walls were lined with some sort of carpet that looked very resilient but was surprisingly soft to touch; Cloud figured it was some sort of padding in case someone fell.

"Assume the position" commanded the tiger imposingly.

Not knowing what to do, Cloud just stared at the big cat blankly until he withdrew a leather whip from his belt and struck the horse across the face with the butt of it. The shock knocked him to the floor and before he could recover, the tiger was wrestling him into a kneeling position.

"In the presence of you're betters, unless otherwise instructed, you will all ways assume this position." said the tiger. "On your knees, feet flat, hands behind your back, back straight and legs well spread."

Cloud strained to comply but felt angry that he was expected to know something he had never been taught, still he said nothing.

"That's better, but you need more practise. Now on your feet."

The stallion stood up and the tiger unclipped the leash from his collar and neatly folded it away, the burring sensation from the whip had almost subsided and Cloud figured it was the shock more than the impact that had knocked him down.

"Pass me his sheet Mike" said the tiger, the Jaguar passed a clip-board to him, "Lets see, you've been here three days and you've eaten most of your food, peed twice" - Cloud blushed at the thought of someone recording when he went to the bathroom. - "but you haven't pooped once, you must be bursting."

Now that he thought about it and the adrenaline from the whipping was gone, the horse realised he was.

"Well this is your lucky day" chirped the tiger hollowly, "the bathroom is the rear-left door and you might want to take a shower too, make sure you get nice and clean, I will be cheeking!" he said with quasi-quirkiness.

Cloud nervously ran to the back of the room and through the left hand door not knowing what to expect. Inside he found a large, pleasant bathroom with a toilet, hand basin and open shower.

In fact, the only oddity he found in the room at all was a large heavy wooden bench in one corner with a raised centre and panels running along the sides. The whole contraption was covered in cushioned black leather and had straps dangling form every conceivable anchor point.

There was also a steel frame, with several anchor points built above the bench. Not knowing its purpose and knowing he probably had limited time until the tiger checked up on him he decided to ignore the bench and spend as much time in the shower as possible. Quickly he emptied his bowels and bladder and then rushed over to the shower, finding the heat that was right for him, he stepped into the shower and let the warm water drench his fur.

After several minutes of soaking, he took some of the soap he had found on the washbasin and proceeded to rub it into every inch of his fur in an attempt to get rid of three days worth of sweat, pee and dirt from the stable floor.

Once he was satisfied with his cleanliness and too frightened to keep the tiger waiting any longer he turned the water off and took one of the white towels hanging on a rack by the shower. He dried his long light brown mane first and then the top of his body. Satisfied with this he moved on to the bottom, this time paying particular attention to his ass - he had always attracted attention as a more feminine gay fur and took pride in his body - he was twinky but well toned.

He also took the opportunity to make sure his cock was nice and clean, though this had been made easier by the fact that he had been shaven on arrival at the facility.

Just as the horse was finishing up the door to the bathroom swung open and the tiger strode in, this time not accompanied by the jaguar.

"Give me that towel and stand to attention." demanded the tiger.

He held the towel up to his eye line and inspected it closely.

"Hmm, very little dirt at all, very good but do you fallow suit."

The tiger dropped the towel and moved closer to Cloud, staring him up and down. When satisfied with his inquisition of his front, the tiger began to move around Cloud in a counter-clock wise motion inspecting every part of his body closely.

"Very clean, very good, but there's still one place we haven't checked."

Cloud ran over his cleaning of the past half hour in his head and felt sure he had cleaned everywhere he could. The tiger took a seat on a chair positioned by the shower.

"Stand on my right slave and look towards my left."

As he did so, the tiger reached out and grabbed Cloud, pulling him over his knees as if to smack him. With his abdomen over the tigers knees Cloud was acutely aware of the felines solid penis just inches from his own and with only his uniform separating the two, he was obviously getting a kick out of this.

"Now lets see, what have we here" said the tiger as he examined Cloud's penis from between his legs - pulling it through to behind. "N_ot bad boy, good effort_."

Cloud breathed sight of relief as the tiger finished his inquisition, though oddly he did not relinquish his hold and allow him off his lap.

As Cloud began to struggle, the tiger replied: "Ahh but there's still one place we forgot about!"

Cloud did not know what the tiger meant and was quickly becoming tied of being treated this way.

"Can't forget about this, can we." the tiger chirped as he plunged one of his fingers deep into the horse's ass.

Cloud let out a hoarse moan as he felt his inner sanctum invaded by the tiger and he continued to struggle. This time the tiger made no attempt to stop the struggling and took pleasure in wiggling his finger around inside to great effect. As the tiger continued to tease him, Cloud grew increasingly impatient and angry, moaning and whining even more. After several minutes of wiggling, poking and prodding the tiger withdrew his finger and held it up to his eye.

"Oh no, no, no this wont do at all, filthy, just filthy." said the tiger as he shook his head from side to side.

The tiger lowered his finger to allow Cloud to see it; the entire length of his once gleaming white finger was coated in shit.

Cloud finally snapped, "Well how do you expect me to clean up there" he snarled aggressively.

"I told you to watch that tongue slave, you just crossed the line" replied the tiger, "and that means a punishment for not getting properly clean and a punishment for talking to your betters like that. Usually we use a card system here where the slave picks a card with a punishment on it but in your case I think it's better if the punishment fits the crime, and you will be finding out how we clean 'up there'."

With that, the tiger wiped his finger on another towel by the shower and then forcefully rolled Cloud of his lap on to the floor. The horse landed face down on the floor and then the tiger then sat on his upper-back, pinning him to the ground. He struggled to throw the big cat off but he was far too heavy for the smaller horse and he continued to struggle, neighing and kicking with his legs in the air. The tiger withdrew an object from a pouch on his belt and held it in front of Cloud so he could see it; the mere sight of it stopped him dead in his tracks. It was a system of black leather straps and silver buckles centred around a very large red rubber ball.

"This is called a 'trainer gag'" the tiger explained, "and it is used to keep noisy slaves quiet, I think you will find it is very good at its job."

Cloud stared wide-eyed at the contraption as it dangled in front of his face until the tiger took hold of the ball and began to move it towards his mouth. Cloud panicked and held his jaw shut as tightly as possible, attempting to prevent the ball access. The tiger forced the ball against Cloud's mouth but he would not give in. Clearly having dealt with this problem a thousand times before, the tiger calmly reached back and gave Cloud a sharp swat on the ass cheek. As he involuntarily opened his mouth to scream, the tiger rammed the ball home and quickly buckled the main strap behind his head, Cloud tried with all his might to push the ball out of his mouth but the tiger had been too quick and now his job was easy. He quickly and efficiently bulked the rest of the straps tightly around his head starting with the two that met at the top of his nose and continued back to the lock in the middle of the main strap. Then with the short one under his chin and finally he locked all the straps in place with several small silver padlocks.

Cloud tried to scream but "MMMHHHFFF!" was all that came out.

The tiger got off Cloud and lifted his struggling, 'MMPHNNFFing' body from the floor. Holding him close to his mouth, he whispered "and now for the second of you two punishments, I have feeling you will hate this one more!"

He dragged the horse over to the black bench in the corner he had seen earlier.

"This is a 'whipping bench' its used to hold furs in an 'on all fours' or 'doggy style' position so they can be whipped or flogged, but that's not what this one's used for."

The Jaguar reappeared and he and the tiger lifted Cloud onto the bench - the two of them together had no trouble surprising his futile struggling - and proceeded to tightly buckle straps around his ankles, knees, thighs, lower back, upper back, shoulders, elbows, wrists and neck, a chain from the front of the bench was also locked to the front of his gag to keep his head down. By the time they had finished and locked all the straps in place Cloud could do no more than wiggle his toes and fingers, pleased with their work the two stepped back and admired Cloud's bound form. Moving over to one of the draws in a unit behind Cloud, the tiger rummaged about and withdrew something from a draw Cloud could not see because of the way he was bound facing into the corner. Coming back over to directly behind Cloud the tiger fiddled about with an object he was holding and the metal rails above the bench. Moving back around to the front of the bench again the tiger lifted Cloud's head by his mane to the extent his restraints would allow and looked directly into his eyes.

"This is my favourite feature of this particular bench" He said.

He used his other hand to release a latch under the front of the bench and the front legs shot forward half-a-metre under the weight of the bench (and Cloud) leaving the front of the bench at a significantly lower level to the back. This left Cloud's ass high in the air compared to his head and left him feeling very venerable.

There was a knock at the door and the tiger turned.

"Come in" he barked and the door swung open.

"You wanted this sir" said the new fur

"Yes, thank you José, it is mine isn't it?" said the tiger

"Yes sir, I made sure of it, 3 days old" replied the new fur before leaving closing the door behind him.

"Still frozen, that wont do, I'm not that mean" said the tiger as he turned on, presumably, the hot tap of the sink basin and lowered what ever he had gotten of the other fur into the sink.

The sound the object made as it softly hit the bottom of the deep porcelain sink made Cloud suspect it was a glass container of some sort, but he still had no idea of what was in it. The tiger strode back over to Cloud and teasingly dangled an object in front of him to see, it was a pretty standard back hot water bottle that was slightly lager than a normal hot water bottle. Cloud looked at it in confusion.

Sensing this, the tiger said "Still don't know what's going on? Well let's throw something else into the mix shall we."

The tiger took something from the rail above Cloud and held it in front of him. This time it was a length of hose piping with a screwing fixture at one end and a long plastic nozzle at the other. The nozzle was about 5.5" long and had a large rounded head tapering to a tin segment near the base and then flaring out again to form a wide base.

"Still don't know what's happening?" the tiger asked Cloud, "well your going to find out!"

Cloud did, after seeing the hose and water bottle, subconsciously have a rough idea of what was happening though some parts still did not make sense and he was to frightened of what he thought was going to happen to fully contemplate it.

"42 degrees, that should do nicely" the tiger said as he withdrew the glass container from the sink, "come and hold the water bottle for me mike".

The Jaguar moved out of Cloud's field of view as he went to help the tiger. The horse was now left looking at a blank wall and all he could do was listen to the trickling sounds as the two big cats prepared whatever they had in store.

"That's all of it..." chirped the tiger, "...thank you Mike".

The jaguar did not reply but placed the empty glass container on the sink unit and Cloud heard a 'click' as the tiger clipped something to the metal rail above his ass. He then removed the stopper of the water bottle and screwed in the fixture end of the hose in its place. After checking the valve at the base of the nozzle was closed, the tiger refocused his attention on Cloud.

"Pick a number between one and ten" said the tiger, still positioned behind Cloud.

To petrified to answer and gagged as he was, Cloud said nothing and after several moments of silence, the tiger moved round to face him.

"A number between one and ten" the tiger said more slowly and menacingly.

Cloud did not know how he was expected to answer but knew he had to try to avoid further punishment. He tried his best to say 'four', but all that came out was an unintelligible 'MMMFFFNNN'.

"Aww that's unfair..." said the tiger quasi-sympathetically "...and I'm not going to be known for being unfair."

The tiger dipped into one of the pockets in his belt and withdrew a small black 10 sided die with an ornate silver number engraved on each side, he placed the die on the end of the padded leather strut supporting Cloud's right forearm, just under his hand. "Roll" he commanded and Cloud, with what little movement his bonds would allow, flicked the die off the bench on to the floor.

"Lucky seven" said the tiger stooping to pick up the die, "well unfortunately for you its not, if you had rolled even the nozzle would have been... shall we say, assisted on its journey with artificial lubricant but you rolled odd."

Cloud did not understand what he meant but before he had time to think, the tiger unceremoniously rammed the head of the nozzle into his ass. It was only two and a half inches wide making the nozzle smaller than any stallion or other fur Cloud had ever taken but the rough and unexpected way it had been inserted made it feel far worse. Cloud squirmed and gritted his teeth (or the gag) against the pain.

"Relax!" commanded the tiger.

Cloud tried but the pain was too much and the compulsion to push got the better of him. He strained and strained trying to deny the intruder accesses but he knew in his heart that his attempts were futile. The nozzle continued on its slow journey into his ass until the tiger paused, Cloud knew this was just to tease him but that didn't make the pain recede any. His ass felt like it was on fire and the pain was getting worse and worse, he was about to go over the edge, he was going to faint.

Just at that moment and after what seemed like an eternity the tiger gave the nozzle a final push and it slid into his rectum. Cloud came back from the brink as his sphincter pulled the rest of the nozzle in and the pain began to recede. He found that, due to the slimming of the nozzle after the head, he was unable to push it back out with his muscles alone.

The tiger waited for several moments for him to adjust and then said "Brace yourself slave."

He quickly opened the valve at the base of the nozzle and the liquid began to flow into Cloud's rear. Simultaneously the jaguar started to count down from ten; he was obviously well practised as the liquid hit Cloud's anus exactly as he said ten. As the liquid began to flood the horse's bowels he tensed again, it felt like acid and because of the way he was position it continued to flow up deep inside him. As the jaguar reached seven a new sensation hit Cloud, he needed to go to the toilet... bad! As more liquid flowed into him this sensation become more and more urgent until he was crying in need to empty his bowels. On the jaguar's count of two Cloud felt the unknown liquid stop flowing into him but the pressure remained suggesting that not all the liquid had left the bottle. The tiger closed the valve and removed the tubing from the nozzle, making sure not to spill any of the liquid. With the valve closed and the nozzle still in place, Cloud could not expel the liquid even with the hose removed. The tiger let all the residual liquid flow from the hose into the bag and then he removed the tubing completely.

Walking around in front of Cloud the tiger held the bag up and said "There is still half a quart in here that lets say... wouldn't fit, now that won't do. Will it."

Cloud was struggling to understand the tiger due to the discomfort in his bowels and he was totally shocked when the tiger emptied to contents of the bag over his head...

It was urine! The mystery liquid had been urine and form what the tiger had said earlier it seemed it was his, Cloud felt sick. His head was now covered in piss as well as his rear being filled to the brim with it.

"Ok slave you will now hold that urine in for ten minuets... for every inch of my finger you got dirty, see you in half an hour." With that, he turned and strode out of the bathroom followed by the Jaguar.

Cloud despaired; he had never needed the toilet so badly! And he was stuck like this for 30 minutes! He tried repeatedly to push to nozzle out, but try as he did not a drop of liquid escaped him. Admitting defeat Cloud collapsed into unconsciousness. When he came to he had no idea how much time had passed but he was aware of a new sensation, as the Tiger's urine travelled further and further up his bowels he began to feel bloated and swollen. With this new sensation, the old one still remaining and unable to faint a second time Cloud simply had to wait for that bastard to return. There is was his fiery streak, that would pull him though he was sure, he would not break... never.

After what felt like aeons, Cloud heard the door open and the tiger appeared in front of him.

"Enjoy that, did you?" the tiger smirked.

Cloud could not reply or even scowl back at him, but his eyes said it all.

"Is that so, well lets get you off that thing anyway."

The Jaguar came in and he and the tiger unlocked the straps holding Cloud's legs, then - oddly - they buckled and locked thick leather cuffs round his ankles. They then unlocked the rest of the buckles holding Cloud to the bench and lifted him off of it and into a standing position, however they left the nozzle lodged in his ass. Cloud felt a strange new sensation as the urine in the upper parts of his bowels flooded back down as far as possible, this felt good but soon put a lot of pressure on his tailhole. Taking him over to the open shower the two cats laid the horse on his back on the floor and threaded a long chain hanging from the roof though eye-holes on of the cuffs on his legs. They then pulled the end of the chain upwards, pulling Cloud's legs towards the ceiling. When Cloud was almost balancing on his shoulders with his legs straight up in the air, the tiger locked the end of the chain to the main length and Cloud was stuck... again.

With the tiger's urine beginning to flow back up his ass, Cloud pushed again and just as he did so, the tiger pulled the nozzle out of his hole with a loud 'pop'. Suddenly Cloud felt warm liquid running down his back and he tried to stop pushing but his need to empty his bowels was too great and he let go. Urine ran down his front and back and soaked his fur, because of the way he was positioned much of it also ended up in his face.

He felt so degraded but he couldn't stop pushing. Then without warning, the tiger unlocked the chain and Cloud's feet fell to the floor, he and the jaguar then stood Cloud up and as soon as he was supporting his own weight the tiger suddenly punched him in the stomach. Cloud, stunned, fell to the floor in what was now a puddle of urine and expelled the residual liquid in his bowels, he knew the tiger had only punched him to achieve this but he still hated him for it. While he caught his breath, the tiger simply stood motionless, watching him.

After two minutes or so, in an act of defiance Cloud picked himself up, urine dripping off his saturated fur, and drew level with the tiger as best he could (being shorter than him).

"Finished have we" he said condescendingly, "Well you appear to be dirty again so put your arms out in front of you, palms up".

He did not comply immediately and the tiger commanded "Now!" The force in his voice brought back the memories of the past hour and he struggled to comply quickly enough.

"He's already starting to break, excellent, he shouldn't take more than a few days." the tiger thought to himself with smug satisfaction.

The tiger brought out leather cuffs to match the ones still in place around Cloud's ankles and buckled them tightly around his wrists. The tiger moved Cloud to the side and the jaguar brought out a hose to clean the urine-soaked floor and curiously brought out another he did not use. While the jaguar cleaned the floor the tiger forced Cloud to the floor and threaded a single thick rope through each eyehole in each one of Cloud's four cuffs, then he tied a double knot in the rope so Cloud's hands and feet were all drawn together to a single point. The jaguar turned off the hose and the tiger unceremoniously dragged Cloud back over to the open shower (where he had expelled the enema) by the free end of the rope binding his limbs together. When they reached the centre of the shower the tiger threw the rope over a winch and the jaguar caught it and pulled it taught, the tiger joined him and together they pulled Cloud's arms and legs upwards until his back just cleared the floor. At this point, they tied the rope off to a peg on the wall and Cloud hung there suspended indefinitely. The tiger and the jaguar picked up a hose each and Cloud jumped when he felt two jets of high-pressure water strike his backside.

Cloud squirmed and moaned as he realised the water was stone cold and was beginning to hurt his tender fur. However, the two big cats soon grew tired of teasing his butt and moved on to actually cleaning him. They sprayed every inch of Cloud with the hoses and the high-pressure water even penetrated those areas of him that were concealed by the way he was bound. After five minutes or so, they turned off the hoses and left Cloud to shiver and drip-dry.

After a further five minutes the tiger released the rope and let Cloud fall to the floor, there he lay splayed and panting, to tied to fight his bonds. The tiger untied the rope binding Cloud and lifted him to his feet, carrying him over to a glass box (that looked like a small shower cubical) build into the storage section of the bathroom, he placed Cloud in it and closed the glass door. Cloud, still exhausted and just able to stand, heard a faint beep and suddenly the atmosphere inside the box became extremely hot but not humid at all. Several seconds later, the heat suddenly stopped and the atmosphere was normal again. Two beeps sounded and the door opened, the tiger beckoned and Cloud stepped out suddenly realising he was bone dry.

"Ever hearted of an IHI chamber?" asked the tiger "wonderful things, even if they do take some getting used to".

Cloud had heard of Infra-red Heat Irradiators that are were used to dry furs very quickly but they were very new and very very expensive, the fact this place had them suggested it had a lot of money to splash about. Clipping a leash to his collar the tiger then led Cloud out of the bathroom and back into the main playroom. The jaguar had opened the door opposite the bathroom, on the right of the room, to reveal a collection of cages build into the cupboard. There were two standing cages about 7 feet in height and 2 feet in length and depth and below them there were three crouching cages extending back about 4 feet and only about 1.5 feet in height and width. The cages were obviously used to hold slaves in short term confinement while there masters or mistresses ether prepared a deviation or took a break.

"Ok Cloud I think you need a break to recover your strength, we wouldn't want you to be tied for tonight's fun" the tiger said as he unclipped the leash. "Assume the position" he commanded.

Cloud surprised at himself for remembering what to do, sunk to his knees and placed his hands upright on his spread thighs just in front of the 'confinement cupboard' as it was marked. The tiger nudged the inside of one of Cloud's thighs with his boot and commanded "wider!" The tiger put his paw on the back of Cloud's neck and pushed him head towards the floor.

"Put your hands out to the sides" he said and Cloud bend forward even further. "Now, into the cage" the tiger said pointing towards the cage on the left, "You'll have to keep your arms underneath you; it will be a bit of a squeeze."

Cloud shuffled forwards and attempted to move into the cage. Just as his head had entered the cage he felt a stinging sensation on his right ass cheek as the tiger smacked him, startled he lifted his head, only to have it collide with the roof of the cage.

"Hurry up, your eating into your rest time" the tiger said irritantly.

Ignoring the dull thud in his head Cloud continued to shuffle into the cage until his head was touching the back of it. Very little light penetrated to were where his head was and he could see very little. The next thing he felt was the tiger pushing his legs and arse further into the cage, causing his body to compress uncomfortably and before he could move them out again the tiger had closed the door of the cage and locked it shut with an audible click.

Withdrawing the key form the lock, he stood up and said "We'll let you rest for a wee while and we'll come back for tonight's... entertainment let's say. You will be fed while in there as diner is at five and I think you'll quite enjoy the... delivery method. Until then just try and relax."

With that, he shut the door to the cupboard and Cloud was plunged in to total darkness, he heard another click as a padlock secured the door place. A hiss of escaping air sounded as the pneumatic main door opened and the tiger turned and said "See you in three hours", then Cloud heard the hiss again and the sound of bolts locking into place, securing the door beyond compromise. "H_e could not take 3 hours of this_" Cloud though as he shifted to what extent the cage allowed; he was struggling to cope now.

--

The Mike ran to catch up with Zippo as he strode elegantly down the corridor. They weaved expertly though the maze of corridors in the slave facility and continued a presumably previous conversation about power consumption and nomio-space ion propulsion systems. The facility was quiet at this time of day and they only passed a few furs on the way. One was a rather stern looking weasel who donned a distinctive blue uniform and bowed his head at the two cats as they passed.

The uniform he wore was standard for facility workers and was dark blue with silver stripes on the shoulders indicating rank and a crest on the chest made up of a cane, brand, manacles and ball gag, the words "Servitus est Libertas" sat above the crest and below the translation "Slavery is Freedom" sat. The weasel also wore a knee length blue and black tartan kilt that matched his top, this was standard uniform for non military staff regardless of sex and the tartan's pattern dictated the furs division (slave facility, hospital, administration ect).

Another fur they passed was a lizard, a rare sight indeed, being lead down the corridor on a leash by a large bear wearing the same uniform as the weasel, the lizard was wearing a black rubber sensory deprivation hood, armbinder and hobble chain but he was still putting up a hell of a fight.

The final fur they passed was a small wolf boy who performed a full bow. He was wearing a short white dress, corset and collar with three red stripes. The colour of his collar told the two cats he was a trained domestic service slave, the number of stripes told them his rank (Domestic Servant of the Third Degree) and the colour of the stripes told them that he was under the control of Delta group.

The two cats finally reached an airlock lock like section at the entrance of the facility. It was a large circular room with a heavily reinforced, convex shaped, pneumatic door at each end and a small corvettes compliment of weaponry under computer control and aiming inwards. The door they had just come through slammed pneumatically and bolted into place in a menacing mechanical manner, while the door that the other end remained sealed. A chill ran through each furs back as the room magnetised and then a shrill metallic voice sounded.

"Two organic life forms identified and zero mechanical, confirm."

"Confirmed." Barked the Zippo seemingly unconcerned with the formality of the situation.

"Life forms identified as Niveus Panthera Tigris and Atra Panthera Jagus , Confirm."

"Conformed" Zippo said with the same disregard for severity as before.

"Please look into the Teledome to confirm identity and rank." The two cats both looked up at the pulsating red dome in the centre of the roof while it beeped and clicked.

"_Identity confirmed as RAH Zippostev and FIRST NAVIGATION FUR Mikeloff. _ "

"Please sate your clearance code in the form: XY;YK=SU."

"Echo Delta semicolon Delta Oscar equals less Zulu greater Alfa Tango stop." recited Zippo quickly and laboriously.

"Tank you organics continue into reception."

The room demagnetised and the door at the opposite end of the room 'pisssssed' open and the two furs proceeded to exit the chamber. The room they entered was a cavernous entrance-hall style reception room with desks housing clerks and officials at computer terminals scattered about it.

"Can we not speed up those security points, Zip" said Mike.

"Nah, fleet say we need them in case the slaves revolt, and the last time I fiddled with standard fleet equipment against their recommendation the Executor exploded in the dock hanger... and took us out of commission for 2 months" Replied the tiger.

"Ah yes, I see your point."

Zippo stopped at one of the large desks facing them (ones facing the other way were used to gain entry into facility, the ones facing them were used for internal administration and checkout) and waited for the clerk to look up from his computer. When he finally did look up he was startled at the two cat's presence.

"Rah, I didn't realise, Sorry." said the fur clumsily.

"Don't worry just do me a favour" said Zippo "There's a slave in confinement cage 3 in A-15 , I'll be back for him after dinner but can you get of the block administrators to give him food and water at 5 through the usual method."

"What level of stimulation do you want Rah?" said the clerk. "Ehh... 3 I think." Replied Zippo. "Very good sir" said the clerk as he typed something onto his computer.

Zippo and Mike then made their way to the main doors of the facility, which were ironically perpetually open and again had the words 'S_ervitus est Libertas_' engraved in strong bold letters over them and the facility crest in the centre. This grand door merely led to a long room of express lift that could take you anywhere on the ship in a matter of minutes, provided you had clearance. Zippo entered a free lift and Mike followed, keying in deck 'B1: Main Bridge' and pushing his thumb to the sensor pad, the lift begun to move and Zippo continued his rant about the primary drives.

The lift stopped only several minutes later and the doors opened. Zippo walked into the connecting room, Mike stopped at the entrance to the lift.

Everyone in the room stood up and put their left hand up in the air and slightly forward with their fingers splayed and thumbs tucked into their paw, as was the standard solute on the ship. The bridge was large and had a very high ceiling. It was curved like a half section of a circle and the outside (long side) edge was made entirely of glass. At each end of the bridge was a large door, the one they had come through led to the express lifts and the Officers quarters and the other led to the tactical array, analysis suite and other important rooms.

Along the inside edge of the bridge was a pyramid like structure that housed the helm, navigation, tactical, sensors, weapons, defence, communications, engineering, fleet, deck and command desks. Each was manned by a head officer and a normal officer and was responsible for a different section of the ship. The commanding officer (Captain) witch was Zippo when he was on duty sat at the command desk and was in overall command of the ship. The 'control island' was not a true pyramid but more like a completely circular pyramid that had been cut in half and placed against the inside wall (which was straight). It had steps running up the middle and on each level the various command desks spread out on each side.

"At ease", said Zippo wearily, "Report".

A small panda stood up and said "Sir, we are currently 3 days and 18 hours form delta-four at present course and speed".

"What have the primary drives been up to" said Zippo.

A tall dear stood up and said "Sir, the primaries have been fine but the 2, 6 and 8 fusion reactors have been playing up again, the engineering boys say if two of them go, the others will trip and the ship will have to cut all deck power to maintain life support and shields".

Zippo pondered for a second and then replied "Keep it up, if the power fails go to emergency alert and stop the ship."

The fur nodded and sat back down to his computer terminal.

Zippo looked around and said: "I'll see you all for dinner in the main hall at 5, for now I'll be in my quarters".

--

Cloud shifted again trying to relive some of the tension that his predicament had afforded him, though it was impossible, the cage was simply too small. All he could do was wait for dinner, presumably, someone would take him out of the cage to feed him and that might give him a break. He knew tea was at five but he had no idea what time it was now or what planet he was on or even what part of the galaxy he was in.

Recalling the events of recent hours, he was surprised to find that, disregarding the trauma, physical abuse and enema he had been rather turned on by the bondage and humiliation. It was a secrete and unpractised fantasy he had long held but the level to which he had experienced so far at the facility was already too heavy for him. Shifting again, he settled down to wait for dinner.

--

Zippo entered his quarters, they were large and panoramic. The room was semi-circular (like the bridge) with the half opposite the door made of glass. The ground floor aria was large and empty, the bedding and main recreation areas were on a second level above the entrance and looked on to the ground floor. Underneath where the bedding and recreation was, were doors to access various other rooms such as storage, bathroom, galley and personal slave quarters and playrooms. Zippo went to the raised level, poured a glass of whisky and slumped in a chair. Several minutes later, a bong sounded signalling 5 o'clock and dinnertime but Zippo did not notice as he was still slumped, in drunken sleep, in his chair.

--

Cloud felt, more than heard, the deep bong, he could only guess this meant 5 o'clock and he was glad that he would be released and fed soon.

He was thus surprised when he felt a new presence in the cage, a protrusion in front of his head. The protrusion was slowly moving forward towards Cloud's mouth and due to the tightness of the cage, he could not avoid it. The phallus slowly entered his mouth regardless of his struggles and continued to move forward until it was almost touching the back of his throat. He struggled to keep from gagging and as he did, a drop of pulpy-gooey liquid trickled down his throat.

After settling down a bit, Cloud gave the metallic penis in his mouth and experimental suck and no liquid flowed, a valve seemed to have shut. Cloud resorted to instinct and started to move his head back and forward fellating the cock, when he sucked while doing this the gooey liquid flowed freely from the dong.

The liquid had the consistency of cum but tasted of nothing and Cloud realised it must supply various minerals, vitamins and water necessary to sustain a fur for a short period of time. He eventually and grudgingly accepted that this constituted his tea and he was not going to be realised until the tiger came back.

--

The furs in the main hall ate tea and chatted in the usual manner. The main hall was in the dead centre of the ship and acted as an atrium; it was a about 750 meters long, 250 meters wide and went up over 75 decks. The decks that bordered the hall tended to be residential and recreational as there proximity to the atrium gave them an airy, scenic feel. At one end of the hall was a large multi-purpose stage that hosted speeches, concerts, plays, public executions and other such things and the main floor could also be used for many purposes. Generally it served as a hub for the ship were most communal activities took place, it was also the only part of the ship capable of mass feeding the 60% of the crew that ate at standard meal times (the other 40% that were on watch during these times ate one hour later). Though the sheer size of the hall kept it form getting too hot or stuffy when full, the accumulated buzz of over 80,000 furs taking was at times deafening.

"Lieutenant!" shouted a charismatic male wolf wearing engineering officer insignia.

A small brown raccoon wearing deck command insignia turned around and bellowed "Yes, Sergeant."

"Is Rah Zippo joining us?" barked the wolf.

"He said he would but I haven't seen him." shouted the raccoon fighting the background din.

The wolf bit his lip, "It's just that the problem with the fusion reactors may have, possibly gotten worse. There stable but could easily overload if strained."

The raccoon though for a second and then shouted back "Warren is the on duty deck officer down here, he can get a message to Zippo, if needs be."

The wolf nodded and got up to make his way over to the deck officer but as he did there was a tremendous crash and everything was thrown forwards, seconds latter the lighting cut and the hall was plunged into darkness. Several seconds later, there was a low-pitched diminuendo as the backup generators failed and the relentless drone of the ion engines ceased.

--

Cloud awoke with a start; that bang had sounded like an artillery shell hitting the building he presumed he was in but several seconds later he heard the alien sound of engines powering down and he suddenly realised that he was in a star ship. Form his engineering background he knew that if you were on a ship for a long time your brain shut out the sound of the engines and they were almost impossible to hear. Mulling over this new revelation in his head, Cloud slipped back into a state of half sleep, longing for his moment of release.

--

Zippo woke, unusually clear headed, and shouted "Lights!"

Nothing happened.

Moving over to a storage area, he fetched a torch and made his way to the main door. Finding it unable to open automatically and jammed shut to prevent the spread of fires, he released the pneumatic valve and the door sprang open. Walking to the turbo-lifts to find them out of order he made his way to the bridge to find it partially lit by the ambience of the distant stars shining though the main windows. The crew were in a panic, hurriedly perfuming a flurry of diagnostics.

"Sir! Both the primary and secondary generators are down, the ship has the bear minimum of life support running off battery power but all other systems are down. We have no engines, navigation, communications, lighting, lifts, nothing!" shouted what Zippo presumed to be an out of breath deck officer, possibly Bill - a tall Zebra.

"What do the engineering boys say?" replied Zippo calmly.

"We can't contact them, all the coms are down, and we can't get to them because we can only move laterally though the ship, not between decks. We can only hope they get ether the primaries or the secondaries up soon or we'll end up ether in a sun or the nearest planet will have an interesting new continent."

"What can we do until then" said Zippo.

"Not much, this whole deck is totally redundant without power, all we can do it wait and hope."

Several hours passed with the only interruptions being the occasional whirr of a fusion starter motor as the engineers desperately tried to restart the generators. They tried again and again and failed every time but eventually after almost 3 hours and with the starter motor fuel completely exhausted the reactors finally kicked into life. Suddenly things started to happen all at once, the central computer came back on-line and the lights came back on, the doors all returned to their previous sates and the bridge systems came back up as the crew struggled to run full diagnostics of their particular systems. Zippo assumed command of the bridge while the ship underwent recovery and it was late at night before he finally returned to his quarters and collapsed onto his bed.

--

It was late the next morning when the door to playroom A-15 slid open and Zippo walked in. Realising he had left Cloud in the cage for longer than originally planned, Zippo accepted he may have to postpone his plans slightly in accordance with the horse's condition. Cloud awoke as the door to his cupboard-come-home creaked open and he felt the tiger's presence once more. He knelt down and unlocked the door of the cage and Cloud moved his legs out of the cage and to their fullest extent. Shimmying slowly on his aching arms, he slowly moved out of the cage and ended up lying on his belly on the floor. Zippo placed a two-section dog bowl with food and water in it next to Cloud's head.

"I'll give you some time to stretch of and eat something and then it's on with today's fun."

With that, he departed to the bathroom and Cloud heard the shower being turned on.

The horse stretched off and ate what he could before the tiger returned. As the door to the bathroom opened, Cloud looked up to see the tiger standing with his hands on his hips and his legs spread... completely naked. He was a magnificent sight, confident, bold and perfectly formed. A hint of arrogance was also present in his complexion.

He came over and put his hand under Cloud's chin, cupping his face, and tilted his head upwards. The horse averted his eyes but a jolt form the tiger forced them back. Producing a leash from his other hand, he clipped it to Cloud's collar and raised him to his feet.

Leading him over to the door, he pushed his thumb into the sensor pad and the door slid open. Moving in to the corridor they turned left and continued walking. Winding through the maze of corridors Cloud noticed many signs but 'Punishment Cells/Hall' kept reappearing.

--

As they approached a heavy door saying 'Disciplinary Section' Cloud began to drag his heels by a small tug on the leash convinced him this was not in his best interests.

They went through the door and entered a corridor that was different form all the simple and clean previous ones; on the walls were stylised pictures of noble-looking furs wearing Officers uniforms with slogans such as 'Discipline is strength' and 'Confinement sets you free' in bold, striking letters underneath. The whole corridor marked a change of mood form a clinical and efficient facility to a more correctional and sinister area. As you walked down the corridor the images seemed to hypnotise you, luring you to believe the messages they bore; most likely their intention.

As they reached the end of the corridor a fur sat behind a desk at a computer terminal, Zippo had words with him that Cloud could not distinguish. Zippo then turned and placed a blindfold over Cloud's eyes, tightening the straps behind his head and warned him not to touch it as he was unbound and unfettered. They continued into the next room and turned left; Cloud did the best he could to keep up blinded as he was. They must have walked for 100 yards when the tiger finally halted and Cloud walked straight into the back of him. He took him by the shoulders and turned him 90 degrees clockwise before removing his blindfold.

The sight that met his eyes shocked him. He was in a long corridor, that stretched to each side, with a separate cell every 5 yards with a glass front and door. In front of him, through the glass front, in a small metallic room, was a male fox, crouching down, facing out. His arms were bound behind him by a thick black leather armbinder and attached to an anchor point in the roof high above him, puling his arms together and up in an unnatural and painful way. He appeared to be crouching on a very large dildo protruding form the floor that went up goodness knows how far into his anus. He was also wearing a metal genital cuff (that clamped behind his balls but did not interfere with his sheath) that was chained to a ring at the base of the dildo.

Around his neck was a collar similar to Cloud's but with two distinctive red bands running around it and a cuff around his tail chained to the back, keeping it high up and out of the way. He was gagged with a large harness ball gag similar to that witch Cloud had worn yesterday but was not blindfolded. His dilemma was obvious, if he raised himself up off the dildo and relived some of the stress on his shoulders his genitals would be put under unbearable pressure and if he lowered himself to relive the pressure on his balls his arms would ache and the dildo in his ass would penetrate him further. His arse was only a foot or so from the floor and by the looks of it his bounds were unbearably tight, there was barely any slack in his testicle chain at all. He was therefore forced to shift the few inches he could between up and down and his legs must have be under extreme pressure. If he fell, depending on how flexible his arms where he would either have his whole weight supported by his arms or by the phallus in his butt.

He looked up with what little energy he had and his eyes met Cloud's. The pleading, desperate, hopples look he gave the horse made him divert his eyes in fear, goodness knows how long he had been there. The tiger looked on seemingly unfazed.

Without turning to look at the horse he said: "I hope you're scared... For this is what could happen to you if you fail to obey the rules here. He's an extreme case, granted, but it's the end of the same process. The bands on his collar mean he has been found guilty of a second degree crime."

"What did he do" Cloud said timidly.

Zippo looked at him and replied "It is not relevant, what is is that because he has been found guilty of a level 2 crime he will spend the rest of his life enduring punishments like this."

"What?" came the timid voice.

"There are different levels of punishment that the judiciary can hand out on ship. The worst crimes such as murder are punished with the death sentence. Severe crimes that do not quite warrant the death penalty, called level 'twos', earn the perpetrator a life stay in the punishment cells. They will spend 4 days of the week in a punishment and the remaining one day at rest in a cell",(the ships week is 5 days long, 5 weeks make a month and 15 months make a year; days were the same length though),"then they will move on to a new punishment the next week."

Cloud was shocked: "Do they have any chance of getting out?"

Zippo smirked, "In rare circumstances... things are ever changing. Usually less serious offences are dealt with by salve staff not judges and take the form of ether on the spot punishment, as you experienced yesterday, a day in the punishment hall or in serious cases a period in here. Do you understand what is required of you?"

Cloud gulped and Zippo took it as his answer. He put the blind fold back on and added sardonically "I don't want you to faint on the way out... or cum. Its best you don't see any other prisoners in here"

Cloud was confused by his words but did not have time to contemplate them as he felt a tug on his collar and was suddenly jerked forward. Zippo lead him back the way they had come and only stopped briefly at the front desk of the block. Oddly, the tiger did not remove the blind fold but instead continued to lead him, presumably, back to the playroom.

--

When they finally entered a room Zippo clipped Cloud's collar to an attachment above his head just inside the door (where one would usually expect to find a coat hook). He warned the horse not to remove the blindfold and went though the large double doors at the back of the room returning every few minutes and depositing, several unknown items on the floor each time. Cloud stood wondering what was going on until the tiger unclipped him form the leash, removed his blindfold and he finally saw he was in back in the old playroom, or one exactly like it at any rate. On the floor lay various bondage equipment, tangled in a mass, and Cloud struggled to differentiate between each individual piece. He was interrupted form his obsession with the kit by the tiger clearing his throat.

"You have 30 minutes, where I will leave the room, to put yourself in the most elaborate and imaginative bondage situation you can think of, you must try and use all of the equipment I have provided. From what I've seen so far you shouldn't have much trouble with the imagination side" he said with a smirk.

He didn't wait for a response but instead turned and walked though the double doors at the back of the room and Cloud heard them lock with a click.

He stood considering his cocktail of emotions; he was shocked to find that the equipment on the floor and the images it conjured up in his head were exiting him, a lot. He wanted to start and managed to convince himself that he was doing this the appease the tiger and not because he wanted to, but it didn't quite work.

Never the less he wandered over to the pile of kit on the floor and sat by it. On closer inspection, it included a thin latex hood, a metal chastity belt, a sizeable silicon dildo, a very large varnished wooden butt plug, several lengths of chain, a short spreader-bar, a long spreader-bar, several padlocks and a syringe of lubricant.

He did not know what to do but decided to just start and go on impulse.

He picked up the chastity belt and examined it. It comprised a thick black leather belt with many attachment points and a wide intricately shaped metal plate that was attached to the back of the belt, stretched between the legs and locked to the front making it imposable to gain access to, or get anything in or out of the wearer's anus - it also has a latex sheath which the penis was slipped into and kept inaccessible too. It was an older traditional type chastity device, but that was the style - the device itself was modern well built. He buckled the belt around his waist and locked the thin end of metal plate to the back of it.

Rolling back and lifting his legs up in the air he reached for the butt plug and studied it, it was made of hard unyielding wood covered in dark brown varnish and while only 5 inches long was over 3 inches in diameter - much wider than any previous lover Cloud had had. It was the classic butt plug shape with a thin head that tapered to its widest point and then sharply thinned before sharply flaring out again to form a base, in this way once inserted into the rectum it would stay in place. Tentatively he put the large plug and lube syringe to the side, he knew the tiger had said to try to use everything put he could not bring himself to try that monster.

Moving on he rolled forward again and got on to his knees. Bringing the metal plate of the chastity belt between his legs, he took his semi-hard cock and slid it slowly into the latex sleeve - his pre helping smooth the way. Once it was totally in his cock was held in a tight embrace (which felt pretty good actually!) pointing down along the metal guard towards his butt. He then brought the guard up, and locked it to the front of his belt at the tightest adjustment. The chastity belt firmly held his cock and prevented any contact with his nether regions; he was totally unable to get any sexual satisfaction beyond the tight feeling of the latex which was nowhere near enough to cum. He took the keys out of all the padlocks he had used so far and put them around the shackle of another, which he placed on the floor for now.

He picked up the shorter spreader bar which had large leather cuffs permanently attached to each end. He figured it was attached to the thighs just above the knees and was used to hold the legs open but allowed the lower legs to move freely, a fur could run with this piece of kit on but they would be comically wide legged. He sat on his bum and attached one cuff to his left thigh and locked it in place, spreading his legs almost painfully wide he managed to lock the other cuff around his right leg. Locking it in place, he got on to his knees and experimented with the new situation. Getting to his feet, he waddled around a bit before returning to the ever-lessening pile of equipment.

Picking up the longer spreader bar he found it had no cuffs, only attachment points. He figured it would be locked to the cuffs still in place around his ankles form yesterday. Giving it an experimental push he was surprised to find it retracted under the pressure, pulling it out he found it would stay at the length he set it to. Examining it closer he found it had a key in the middle. He gave the key a turn and the two ends of the bar shot out to their maximum length, only when the key was turned back could he move the ends in again.

Looking down at the bar he already had in place he was startled to find it had a similar arrangement, tuning the small key the bar suddenly moved out forcing Cloud's thighs to their widest possible position and continued to push firmly maintaining pressure on them. He did not see how he could have missed this and thought he could use it well, he turned the key again and the bar retracted. He took the longer bar, compressed it to its shortest length and locked it to each of his ankle cuffs.

He then took a foot long length of chain and locked it to his right wrist cuff and placed an open lock around the other end of the chain. Being careful with the chain and lock dangling from his wrist he finally picked up the hood. It was made of thin black latex and stretched all the way down to his neck. Putting it up to his eyes, he discovered he could just about see through it. Opening it up he discovered it had a very wide but short penis gag at the end that the latex would keep tight in his mouth, it even had a hole at the end for breathing as his nostrils would be covered by the latex.

Turning the hood inside-out he push the phallus into his mouth and began to pull the mask back over his head, he enjoyed the feeling of the latex as it stretched and contorted over his fur. The hood ended just before his collar and as he let it go, it snapped around his neck - completing the seal. Opening his eyes, he found he could just about see but everything was distorted and had a black tint to it. Experimenting with his mouth, he found that the latex held the phallus tight and kept his mouth shut tight around it. He could not speak coherently but could make a fair deal of noise and thus he figured that the gag was more for humiliation than effect as the latex alone would have been more effective as a gag.

Shifting onto his stomach he took the padlock with the keys on it, closed it and threw it across the room, because of its small size he had no chance of seeing it though the hood and it was an effective locking technique. He bent his legs at the knees back towards his butt and reaching back, grabbed the longer spreader bar separating his ankles and flicked the chain dangling from his right wrist over it. Grabbing it with his left hand he took hold of the lock he had put on it earlier and after some struggling managed to get it though the eye-hole on his left cuff.

Without thinking he clicked the lock closed and flicked the key across the room. Then he stretched down, arching his back, and turned the key in the shorter spreader bar. Repeating the process with the longer bar his legs were forced obscenely wide and he let go of the bar and relaxed onto his front in the tight hogtie.

He realised his misstate almost immediately. It had taken him, at most, 15 minutes to get to this point and he realised he had half-an-hour to get ready. He should have, he though, waited several more minutes before he completed such a stringent tie as he now had to wait 15 minutes for the tiger to return.

He tested the limits of his bonds; finding that he could move his head almost unrestrictedly, and if he arched his back he could get his hands to the long spreader bar but not further. The only other thing he could do was wiggle slightly in his bonds but it would have taken more than an hour to move across the room never mind find the keys once over there.

Relaxing again, he exhaled lengthily through the phallus in his mouth. He thought about his situation. He was on his stomach in a hogtie with his legs and knees spread wide, his arms where behind his back and attached to the bar between his feet. He was wearing a locking metal chastity belt and held his cock firm and out of reach even if unbound. Around his head was a tight latex hood that made seeing difficult and in his mouth was a wide phallic gag.

The length of the chain connecting his wrists to the spreader bar meant that if he relaxed the tie was not so stringent and he was not uncomfortable for the moment. Lying with nothing to do his mind wandered and he finally broke, he accepted to himself that he liked to be tied, dominated, whipped and raped. It was a long held fantasy that he had always been disturbed by and had managed to suppress until now. But now that he accepted it, he revelled in his bonds and fantasies played over and over in his head. Once he was tiered out his mind wandered again, this time he tough back to how he had gotten into this mess in the first place.

He was an engineer on a tramp steamer. Working for a shipping company based on his home planet of Yhezo (y-he-z-o). His system had become involved in the Grand Vulpine Confederacy (GVC) war effort and his company was being used to run guns between Yhezo and a naval base on its main moon Yakini (ya-kee-nee). The ships were meant to run to a timetable with military escort but, the caviller attitude that dogged trap steaming meant that the little bulk carriers often ran off the clock with no support to make an extra buck. It was during one of these journeys, while Cloud was off duty and in bed that it had happened. He awoke when the ships engines stopped and a few seconds later the emergency sirens went off. As the chief engineer, he was required on the bridge and he rushed out of his room in his dressing gown.

As he rushed onto the mess-of-a-bridge, a dominating-looking wolf was on screen and a large modern looking Corvette was present off the port bow. The crew were in a panic, the wolf had ordered that the ship drop its shields and the captain, a friendly and kind brown bear, was stalling for time. Suddenly two jolts hit the ship in quick succession and the inevitable deep diminuendo sounded as the shield generators overloaded and the engines ceased. The wolf smiled and said "Prepare to be boarded. If we meet any resistance we will retaliate". The Corvette moved closer to the bulk carrier and locked on to it with a tractor beam. As the Corvette made contact with his ship Cloud felt a jolt and moved away from the main door over to a storage unit in the wall.

Suddenly the airlock door blew open and several heavily armoured furs burst through brandishing automatic weapons. Cloud slipped into an empty storage compartment and peered out though the slits. All of the crew on the bridge (which was most of the ships compliment) had dropped to their knees and put their hands in the air in a submissive and pacifistic gesture. The invading furs cared not for this show of obsequiousness and opened fire with their weapons, cutting several of Cloud's comrades down in flashes of light and splashes of blood. Several other invaders had kicked members of the crew to the floor and beat them heavily. As more furs came though the airlock some disappeared into the depths of the ship and eventually the wolf appeared on the bridge, he wore less armour than his comrades and carried a large katana as opposed to a gun or laser. Several of his crew had captured the captain, forced him to kneel on the floor with his head bowed and striped him of his uniform.

"What are you carrying?" said the wolf.

"Please, we are not resisting, please don't kill any more furs, we are not military." he pleaded.

The wolf raised his sword "That is not the question I asked. Answer!"

"Guns, small arms for the naval base on Yakeeni, that's all, it's just a job."

The wolf turned away from the bear and then in a single, swift, fast movement swivelled and brought his katana down across the back of bear's exposed neck.

Cloud closed his eyes as his captain's dismembered body fell limp to the floor.

When he looked back 30 seconds later he saw several of his co-workers being lead out of the ship, in various forms of restraint, and into the corvette. At that moment an armoured fur passed right by his hiding place and stopped, turning he came back and opened the door to the storage container. The last thing Cloud remembered was himself screaming before he had shot him with what was presumably a stunning weapon. The next thing he knew he was the stables, chained and manacled.

He was awakened from his thoughts by the re-entry of the tiger.

"Let's see what we have here." he said as he moved around Cloud's bound form.

Cloud could see him dimly through the latex. He turned and brought a large piece of furniture form the room he had come from, form what he could see it looked like a 4 foot high padded leather table with upwardly angled sides to prevent anyone rolling off, it was in much the same style as the whipping bench he has experienced previously but had no straps, locks or raised centre. The tiger unexpectedly reached down and picked Cloud up by the longer spreader bar, causing him to uncomfortably arch his back.

He placed the horse on the black leather bench and said "It's an ambitious tie, but I see there is some kit you didn't use, we'll have to change that!"

He went over to the small pile of kit he had not used and picked up the few items that he left. He walked behind Cloud and unlocked the padlock holding the chastity belt to the back of his belt.

"First to fix your biggest mistake."

He took the ½-litter syringe of lube and inserted the end into the horse's tailhole; Cloud tensed at the sudden intrusion. The tiger slowly depressed the plunger of the syringe, forcing about two thirds of the clear viscous lubricant into the horse. Maintaining pressure on the plunger, he slowly withdrew the nozzle, spreading the reminder of the lube around the outside of his butt. The gel was cold and Cloud struggled to relax under its influence. The tiger took the butt plug and moved around to face the slave.

He pealed the mask back to in front of Cloud's eyes, so he could see, and put his right foot up on the bench next to the horse's head. From his vantage point Cloud had an excellent, and uncomfortably close, view of his gleaming sheath and impeccably clean, but sore looking, tailhole. The tiger held the large butt pug in front of Cloud's face and then seemingly without lube or any effort at all put the tip of the plug to his tailhole and smoothly slid it inside himself. Cloud watched as his butt effortlessly stretched over 3 inches and re-tightened just before the base, leaving only a thin pink ring of muscle visible in contrast with his white fur. Throughout this he seemed to show no feeling and did not react at all, apart from saying "Just thought I'd warm it up for you" with a smug smile. Putting his foot down on the floor and re-applying the mask, he walked behind Cloud seemingly unfazed by the monster in his ass. Cloud heard a loud 'popping' sound as the tiger, presumably, removed the plug from his butt. He then placed its tip against the horse's tailhole and he tensed.

"Relax!", said Zippo, "It will be 100 times worse if you tense."

Cloud tried to relax but as the tiger began to put pressure on the plug, his subconscious got the better of him. The tip of the plug began to force open his rear and he strained to refuse it access, the tiger continued to steadily push and Cloud's tailhole began to burn. He bit down on his cock-gag and moaned in pain. The tiger kept pushing and pushing until Cloud was sure he would tear in half.

Suddenly the tiger stopped pushing and withdrew the butt plug. Cloud stopped tensing and panted though his gag.

"Well I thought you had learned your lesson form yesterday, but it appears you need some extra help."

He withdrew a very small syringe (with a hypodermic needle) containing a light green liquid and inserted it into the skin just to the left of the horse's tailhole. Injecting half of the liquid, he withdrew the syringe and put it away.

"That is a muscle relaxant; it will block all nerve endings and relax all muscles in the local area for... a limited time."

Almost immediately, Cloud felt his whole ass going numb and soon he could not feel anything at all. Zippo picked up the butt plug again and with firm, steady pressure, slowly inserted its entire length into him, it did not 'pull-in' as usual when it passed its widest point as the normal muscles that caused this where non-responsive due to the drug. Cloud, for his part, felt almost nothing during this. Zippo reattached the chastity belt and got to work 'improving' the rest of the tie.

"Feeling will return in about 5 minuets" whispered Zippo as he locked a chain to the small loop on the top of his hood.

Bringing the chain now attached to his hood back to the longer of the spreader bars, the tiger looped it round and locked it off, pulling Cloud's head back severely. Then he released the chain binding his hands to the longer bar and reattached it, more tightly, to the shorter bar. This pulled his arms and head back further and caused him to arch his back very uncomfortably in a 'bow' position. As a final touch, he took a thin lather thong and bound it around Cloud's elbows, drawing them tightly together.

The tiger took a chair and sat, just out of Cloud's field of view, watching him calmly. He was still tensed form the tiger's work retying and was aware of his presence - silently watching. The horse struggled in his new bonds trying to test their new limits. He found that he was now, pretty much, completely immobile and was even less able to escape that before. He was also held perpetually in the most uncomfortable position he could imagine, his neck was beginning to ache, his ribs dug in to the surface he was resting on, his back was arched at an obscene angle and he was sure his shoulders could not take much more pressure before they dislocated. He writhed trying to find a comfortable position but every time he managed to make something hurt less, something else hurt more. He was struggling with this balance when he suddenly noticed a burning sensation in his rear.

He had not felt the butt plug go in and had forgotten all about it, but now the numbing drug was wearing off. He stopped struggling as sensation slowly came back to his ass and began to panic as the rising pain.

The dull burning became more fiery until it was unbearable. He cried out in pain and just as he was about to inhale to scream again the tiger placed his fingertip over the breathing hole for the cock-gag. He was startled by being unable to breath and panicked empting what remained in his lungs.

The tiger kept his pad over the hole and Cloud tried to shake his head from side to side but it was impossible. He felt consciousness slipping from him and fainted.

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When he awoke, he was on the floor of the bathroom. He found that both his wrist and ankle cuffs were joined with one-foot chains but otherwise he was free. He heard a noise and sat up to see the tiger standing over him, instantly he noticed the plug still lodged in his ass and moved so he was not sitting on it, his ass still hurt though the burring had subsided.

"I'm giving you 10 minuets to remove that butt plug, if you don't I have other methods." Zippo said before turning and shutting the door behind him.

Cloud shifted on to his knees to examine the plug, the chins binding him were long enough to allow a fair amount of flexibility. He felt the plug, only the small base of which remained outside. He grasped the base and slowly pulled, pushing with his anal muscles at the same time. He pulled and pulled until the pain was too much then rested and tried again, but try as he did, in whatever positions he simply could not get the plug out. He kept trying, right up until when the door opened and tiger came in. He stopped in his tracks and looked up at the cat guiltily.

"Well, well, it seems you are incapable of even fallowing simple instructions and once again I will have to assist you." he said.

The tiger then took the chain linking the horse's hands and attached it to a chain dangling from the ceiling, this left him crouched on his feet with his hands high above his head. Tying a thin string around the base of the plug, the tiger tied the other end to a ring in the floor directly beneath. Cloud was now in conflict between the 2 points, being held up by the chain but the string stopping him from rising too far or the plug would be pulled from his ass. Zippo moved behind him and took the whip from his belt. As he turned hios head to look at the tiger the fist blow landed across the top of his ass. He jumped but managed to only pull on the plug slightly.

The second blow was harder to resist and the plug pulled painfully at his ass. After each blow, he sank back down and let his hands take his weight. After several successive blows, Zippo grew impatient and folded the whip away. Cloud relaxed and led his hands take his weight again as the tiger left the room.

The plug was still firmly lodged in his ass and he let his sphincter pull it back into a more comfortable position. Zippo returned with a long thick bullwhip, two metallic pads and a small mysteries box. He silently slipped a metal pad onto the underside of each of Cloud's calves, where each was held by a small amount adhesive. Each pad had a wire trailing from it, which Zippo plugged into the metal box. Turing the main dial on it up some he engaged it and finally turned to Cloud.

"So far you have experienced bondage, humiliation, watersports and breath control but now it's time for some electro-torture!"

With that, he pushed the main button on the box and an electric shock hit Cloud like lighting. He involuntarily tensed his calve muscles witch cussed him to quickly jump into the air, ripping the plug form his ass suddenly. He screamed at the combined pains and collapsed, barely conscious, letting his arms take his full weight. Zippo showed no sympathy and raised the chain supporting Cloud's hands to the point where he was dangling with his feet just clearing the ground. He then took up the bullwhip and uncoiled it.

The first blow violently shook Cloud form his semi-conscious state, it landed across his back and stung like hell. Cloud shrieked as the blows continued to land across his back, each strike finding a different mark this time. Zippo continued his relentless assault on his back and he eventually, after what felt like hours, was silenced by unconsciousness once again.

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Cloud awoke once more and this time he was bent over the short end of a very heavy wooden table. It came up to his waist (where he was bent over it) and stretched forward beyond his reach. As he experimented with moving he realised his hands were bound to a ring at the far end of the table by his wrist chain and his feet were each chained to a leg of the table, keeping them slightly apart. He was also gagged with the familiar red trainer gag. His rear was exposed and he felt very venerable, a feeling that only increased as he realised the tiger was standing right behind him. Zippo silently put his hand on the horse's back and he winced.

"I hope that whipping taught you to do as you are told, if not the punishments will only get worse and worse... that time you did not bleed.", He said bluntly, "As a sex-slave you will be expected to possess a range of abilities, and these must be balanced and in proportion. As a stallion, you have a number of natural talents but there are many many months of practice ahead of you to develop the abilities you fall short in. I think the process of breaking-you-in is coming along so nicely that we can start on one of your, inadequacies, now."

Cloud was confused but he was also angry about the tiger's opinions of breaking-him-in, he was not a toy or a pet and he would show the cat this some way or another.

All of his confusion was resolved as he felt something brush against his ass, and then without warning the telltale shape of a lubricant syringe slowly entered his tailhole. The tiger pushed a fair amount of lube into his hole and spread the remainder around his anal rose as-per-usual. Putting the syringe down he put his paws on Cloud's hips and put the tip of his, fully erect, penis to the horse's anus. Cloud's heart sank as the tiger rubbed his cock up and down his rump, covering its tip in lubricant.

"I'm sure you will find the tiger's member, interesting, to say the least. Especially mine... genetic engineering is a wonderful thing." Zippo said with a smirk, "I'll talk you though it, if you want!"

Cloud struggled to control his breathing and contain his panic, a challenge that he completely lost when Zippo started to push his penis against his tailhole. The cat slowly but forcefully pushed until the tip suddenly popped in - due to the fact his anus was still distended from the larger wooden plug that part was not too bad.

"Well-done, you took the head but that's fairly simple, its only 1.5 inches wide and the same in length, next is the second head which is 1.75 inches wide and also 1.5 long. Then it's the shaft which is 2 inches wide and 5 inches long. I think you'll also find the nubs at the top of the shaft interesting."

Zippo started to push and Cloud felt the second head slip into him. Then he felt a strange sensation as the nubs started to move into him and the heads pushed deeper. He was surprised to find he was no longer panicking and decided to grit his teeth and just try to get through this. Suddenly Cloud felt his rear tighten as if he had reached his limit in size, the tiger must have felt it too as he stopped.

"That's about 7 inches in, the depth of the plug. You stretch well, that'll make anal training much easier but the first few steps will be hard."

Cloud oddly took this as praise and sensed he would now back off. To his horror, the tiger continued to push into him, with somewhat increased resistance. He squirmed and squealed as the cat proceeded to force in another inch, however when he stopped this time it felt different... somehow it didn't feel as if he was hilted but it felt like an end.

"Now for the final act, so far all you've had is standard feline anatomy - just a bit bigger - but now for something I borrowed from the canines, my knot. It's 2 inches long and varies from only 2 inches across to over 5; I can consciously control its size, for now I'll keep it at 3, the same size as the plug."

He pushed in a further inch and Cloud felt himself nearing the absolute limit of width (newly expanded by the plug) and depth, the tiger's cock must have been around 8 inches into him but it felt like 8 feet.

"Feel that, that's the curve of you intestine, this is your absolute limit in depth with out further medical treatment. This will be noted to aid in your further training."

He felt the cock start to pulsate as blood began to rush to his knot and Cloud was filled with dread at the prospect of his cock doubling in girth; he was already beyond his width limit. The tiger's knot slowly started to expand and Cloud's ass tightened further. He began to panic once more and again felt himself nearing unconsciousness due to the pain.

The tiger sensed his troubles and stopped: "Well it seems we have found both your limit of depth and width. Your depth limit will remain fairly constant but over successive sessions you will learn to accept wider and wider objects, anal training will be interspersed or mixed with other training sessions but now to finish of this session."

The knot receded to its smallest width and the tiger began to slowly withdraw his cock. Cloud felt a huge wave of relief wash over him, but was suddenly brought back down to earth by the realisation that the tiger had stopped withdrawing just before the first head of his cock, leaving it within. He re-swelled his knot to its fullest size and suddenly, without warning rammed his cock back into the horse's tailhole. He screamed into his gag as a renewed burning and stinging sensation hit him. The tiger had pushed in with great force and only the swollen knot had stopped his cock form going any further. He withdrew his cock again and once more rammed it into the horse.

Quickening his pace, he began to fuck Cloud in the ass and he continued to whine and cry-out. After what felt like hours, but was in reality on a few minutes, the tiger's pace quickened to a climax. He grabbed Cloud's hips and gave one final, almighty push letting out a great roar as he came. His cock pumped cum into Cloud's ass at great pressure for several seconds.

Once he had finished he relaxed and let go of the horse's hips. Cloud stopped panicking and calmed his breathing; the pain had brought tears to his eyes. Zippo slowly withdrew his penis and wiped the cum off it with his paw. He rubbed the cum into Cloud's back and picked up a glass beaker. He held the beaker up to Cloud's rear and brought his forearm down across his lower back, this caused the horse to tense his stomach and expel a large amount of the tiger's cum.

Zippo caught it in the beaker and held it up: "1/12thof a litre, that still leaves about half inside. Now for an act of submission that will dictate your rout though future training."

He came around the table to face Cloud and removed his gag. He worked his jaw trying to ease out the aching and looked up at the tiger.

The tiger put the beaker to Cloud's lips and said forcefully: "Drink it."

Cloud inhaled the salty sent and was repulsed, without thinking he closed his mouth and refused to drink. The tiger tipped the beaker up and pushed it to his lips more forcefully but he still refused to open his mouth.

Without trying any further Zippo took the beaker away and said: "Ok you have made your choice, we will do things the hard way."

Cloud realised he had made a big mistake and forgot that the tiger had total control over him and it was in his best interests to do what the cat said. The tiger walked back around behind him and fiddled with some nondescript equipment he had produced from somewhere. Suddenly Cloud felt the sensation of the familiar lube syringe on his ass but somehow, this time if felt different. There were several taps on the device in his ass and he felt a cold viscous liquid running into his rear.

"Since we couldn't get that cum in one end, we'll have to put it back in the other, wont we now." said the tiger condescendingly.

Cloud felt the slow flow of liquid teetering out as the cum re-entered his ass to rejoin the other half, then a new sensation approached.

He felt a runnier, warmer liquid running into his butt; "Not all the cum went back in, so I had to wash it down with something else" said Zippo as he finished urinating into the funnel in the horse's tailhole.

"You now have about ¼ of a litre of liquid in your rear, nothing compared to yesterday's enema, and this time only half is piss!" Zippo said laughing.

The funnel was removed and a short, wide and hard plastic phallus put in its place; it was only 4.5 inches long and 2.5 wide but it was smooth and did not flair to a wide base at the end, instead the shaft had been sheared off and ended abruptly so after the head the width did not vary. In this fashion it appeared that if it was inserted, the rectum would pull it in and it would not come out. However, the phallus was attached at the base to a simple thin leather belt. The thin belt ran to another thicker one around Cloud's waist (that was originally part of his charity belt), looped over at the back and ran back between his legs to buckle to its self at the front. This held the anal phallus firmly in place. When all the straps were locked and keys removed, Cloud could not expel any liquid form his ass or take out the plug - even with his hands free. The tiger went back to the storeroom and dragged out a large contraption Cloud could not see, he took some equipment from the top of it and walked around in front of the horse.

He placed the pile of kit on the table in front of Cloud's head and said: "That's us about finished for today, but before I go I'll just set you up for tonight."

With that, he began to take individual pieces of kit from the unintelligible pile and moved around Cloud attaching them to him. Firstly he unchained his legs and took a large piece of lather gear, covered in straps and wrapped it round them, holding them tightly together from his ankles to just below his groin. Then he unbound the horse's hands and brought his arms behind his back. Pinning his to the table the tiger wrapped a heavy lather armbinder, which matched the one around his legs, around his arms - causing his elbows to touch almost painfully.

He pulled the horse off the table and led him over, hopping as best he could, to what he now saw to be a small cage, the one the tiger dragged in earlier. The cage was simple and the top hinged open at the back, it was about 1.5 feet height and width and 4 feet long, the same dimensions of the cage he had spent last night in. The tiger lifted him into the cage so he was standing up with the back of his legs against the back of it. Zippo supported him while at the same time pushing him downwards into the cage. The leg binder was obviously designed for this as it allowed his legs to bend at the knee, while at the same time maintaining all its tension. He was forced down until he was kneeling in the cage with his ass hard up against the back and his head almost touching the front.

The tiger locked the leg binder to the back of the cage and then lowered the top, but did not lock it. He locked the very end of Cloud's armbinder to the top of the cage, pulling it upwards. His collar was chained to the bottom of the cage, keeping his head down.

The tiger then strapped an unusual mask across the horse's face. It was not un-similar to a gas mask; it was made of black rubber and had glass lenses that went over the eyes - distorting sight. It held a large inflatable breathe-through gag in his mouth and tubes in his nostrils. Valves meant that he could only inhale though his mouth and exhale though his nose. The mask was loose fitting but strapped on tightly, that was until a rubber back was fitted and all the air removed, from between the two with a small pump. This forced the mask tightly to Cloud's head and kept his mouth closed tightly around the gag, it also meant the gag, and the tubes trailing from it, was his only source of air.

Form the gag two tubes protruded and further valves ensured that air had to be drawn from one for a few moments before any could be drawn from the other; though with both tubes uninhibited in normal air the changeover was almost unnoticeable.

Zippo brought both tubes back under Cloud towards the back of the cage. He then shut the top of the cage, forcing Cloud down further, and locked it in place with a heavy-duty padlock. Finally, he attached the tube that air had to be drawn though first to an attachment point on the anal phallus and released a valve on the base of it.

Cloud did not hear the door to the room close and lock or the tiger's farewell through the thick rubber, he just saw the lights go out through the tinted-glass lenses and suddenly felt utterly alone. As he knelt alone on his cage, he found that, oddly, inhaling was more difficult for the first second and then it was free again. He also felt the liquids in his ass move around in a curious manner.

He was just beginning to fall asleep when he tasted something in his mouth, purely out of reflex he tried to spit out whatever it was but found the valves in the mask prevented him from expelling the liquid. Instead of forcing the liquid out of his nose, he chose to swallow. He had little time comprehend what had happened before he inhaled again and this time got a full dose of the liquid. He gagged and expelled the liquid though his nose, causing great discomfort.

Tasting some residue of the liquid he realised, to his horror, that he was being forced to drink the cum he had refused earlier plus the tiger's urine, straight form under his own tail! He also came to realise that because of the design of the mask, in order breath he would have to first suck in a small amount of the vial concoction and either swallow it or force it out of his nose - his body seemed to naturally opt for the latter, much to his dismay.

He finally came to accept that he had to drink this stuff but often throughout the night, as he drifted into sleep he would be woken up, gagging, with the liquids in his nose or wind pipe. He knew he had, inadvertently, chosen this and the tiger had offered him a choice, but he still heated him and he would have his revenge - he would never be broken, despite his arousal. Thinking vengeful thoughts, he settled down and held out for whatever tomorrow would bring.

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End of Chapter II

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All content and characters © Zippokovich ([email protected]) (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/zipeau/)

All characters and events are fictitious

Written in MMVII ~ MMVIII/ Published May 08

Rewritten M/M in MMX/Published 11

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