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Digger bit his lip as he clicked the mouse and pressed the send button on his computer. The meerkat was responding to an ad on a fetish site where he had been lurking for some months. The ad was from a fox who lived not far away just out of the city who was looking for new furs to play with. The ad had said all experience welcome and in his response Digger had made clear just how inexperienced he was and how he wanted to try a little bondage but nothing totally removing control for the first meeting.

As the suricate sat as his desk pondering what he had just done a notification popped up in his email tray. He clicked on it shaking of pure nerves and started to read:

'Digger,

I would love to meet up tomorrow at my place. I fully understand you have little to no experience so why don't we just slap a pair of pawcuffs on you, snuggle up and watch a movie :)

See you then,

Master Zeo'

Digger's heart beat as he read the short message but by the end he was massively relieved. He quickly tapped out a response confirming the plans and then rolled over onto his bed to sleep perchance to dream.

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Digger wandered shyly up to the wooden front door of the rustic farmhouse. It was just past 7pm and the light was fading but the smoke puffed merrily from the cottage's chimney making the inside look warm and inviting on this cold October evening. The door opened a few moments after he knocked it and the timid meerkat was met by the friendly smile of the fox. He recognised the vulpine from his profile picture.

After a few moments the fox broke the silence: "Well come in won't you, silly kat!"

Digger blushed and moved inside: "Sorry...Sir"

"Good boy, I know we are just hanging out with some light stuff tonight but I like to know you have the right attitude, cute too." The fox chuckled

Digger blushed even more deeply as they walked into the small living room where the fire burned away and the large TV was ready to play the chosen film of the night. Zeo flopped down on the deep sofa and beaconed Digger to join him while holding up a simple pair of metal pawcuffs. Digger slipped of his rucksack and tentatively joined the fox on the couch.

"Present your paws boy" the fox asked

Digger did so, holding his paws out in front of him to allow the fox to cuff them. The metal cuffs ratcheted on in a most satisfying way until they were snug. Zeo started to film playing, the original Star Wars, and snuggled in close.

The film rumbled on and Digger lightly tugged at the cuffs - Zeo giving him a little slap if he got too fidgety. But he couldn't possibly escape from the simple restraints and by the time the film ended he was still securely cuffed and cuddled up to the dominant fox.

"Well that was fun boy" Zeo said standing up, "But it's still so early, you want to try something else?"

"Well... I'm not sure..." Digger replied squirming

"Heh, still so shy, well let me show you something, I think you'll like it..."

Zeo left the room and the meerkat heard him go down into the basement before returning with a large stainless steel contraption. Digger immediately recognised it as a Scavenger's Daughter - a device with a steel collar at the top with a solid bar attached to the front running to ankle manacles and with wrist manacles attached in the middle. This held the fur locked in them in a crouched position on their back with their hands held close to their chest and it was a device which both scared and exited Digger - and a meep escaped his muzzle.

"I can see you are just begging to try it boy... so do it - get on your knees and beg to try it" Zeo smiled broadly

Digger was taken aback by this turn but his cock was still hard in his jeans and his curiosity was endless... He shuffled off the couch and onto his knees, clasping his cuffed paws and looking up at the fox as he blushed.

"Please Sir, please let me try it!"

"Good boy!" Zeo chirped "But after that you have to go home"

Digger nodded quickly as the fox unlocked his cuffs and threw them to the side, he then opened up the Scavenger's Daughter and instructed Digger to get on his back on the floor. Digger did so and the fox clamped the collar around his neck - it was a snug fit and there was no padding, just the cold steel. After the collar Digger's feet were placed in the lower shackles at the end of the bar which forced him to bend his knees. Finally his hands were placed in the last set of snug metal shackles and finally everything was locked up with heavy padlocks - and there were no keys in sight.

Zeo stepped back to admire his work and Digger struggled as best he could and rolled from side to sit but there was not much he could do. Zeo lifted the smaller fur but the centre bar and leaned him sitting up against the couch.

"So you like it?"

"Mmmff yes Sir" Digger squeaked - struggling again "So tight..."

"You want a quick drink?" Zeo said as he grabbed a glass of cloudy water

He put it to Diggers lips and the meerkat drank it down - it tasted faintly of lemon.

"After all, you're going to be in there for a while..."

"Wh...what? I need to go home now! I only agreed to some light bondage!" Digger squirmed in the heavy steel

"And then you voluntarily got into the Scavenger's Daughter! So I'm sorry little kat but that's enough consent for me..."

"What?! NO! Let me out, let me out!" Digger begged

"Well I'm sorry little kat but that water had a powerful sleeping drug in it. It won't take effect for a few minutes though so tell you what, if you can escape before you pass out then I will let you sleep the drug off and then let you go, if not... well hehe"

Diggers eyes widened in horror as he looked up at the fox and knew he wasn't joking. He started to try and fight the thick cold metal, falling on to his side and kicking and flailing. He pulled his hands in all directions and tried to push his legs out but only succeeded in digging the hard edges of the shackles into his fur.

"I know you can do better than that boy, it's only a few little padlocks holding you!" teased Zeo as the meerkat moaned and wriggled on the floor - the metal clinking and clicking as he did.

"Please! PLEASE let me go! I beg you, I didn't want this!" rocking back and forth and struggling with all his might - his wrists, ankles and neck starting to redden and bleed slightly as the metal of the Scavenger's Daughter dug deeper into his fur

Zeo just watched his new plaything panic and struggle knowing he would soon be calm and sure enough after a few more minutes Digger's struggling slowed and then stopped altogether as he passed out into a drug induced sleep.

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Digger opened his eyes to constricting darkness. Latex surrounded his head and stretched tightly over his features - blinding him. He tried to call out but a muffled 'hmpphh!' was all that escaped his maw as it was filled with yet more rubber - a gag inflated to make his cheeks bulge. Luckily the gag had a breathing tube and he could breathe through holes in the nostrils of the mask. He moved his head from side to side and could feel a cold metal collar around his neck - holding the mask in place even if he had his paws free.

As it happened he did not, he was in a sitting position, leaning up against cold metal bars and still locked into the Scavenger's Daughter. The clink of the heavy padlocks as he tried to move around told the meerkat that it was still entirely inescapable. What's more he deduced from moving around that he was also inside a small metal cage - just big enough to hold him in his present bound form and the top and bottom of the Scavernger's Daughter was locked to opposite ends of the cage - preventing him from even moving around within its small expanse. To add insult to injury a sizable plug had been shoved into his virgin tailhole and the way he was held sitting prevented him from pushing it out.

Suddenly Digger felt something touch his face and then light flooded his vision - the mask had a blindfold attached with poppers which a paw had just ripped off. Looming over him, through the bars of the cage, was Zeo with a big grin on his face.

"Awww poor little Digger" he mocked "I was going to let you go and hope you came back, I really was - but you're just too cute for me to let you get away so easily."

Digger struggled against the heavy metal bonds but it was obviously totally futile - he was bound inescapably twice over and the little room he was in which he could now see looked as if it could be locked too; the light was coming through a small door - about half the height of a normal door but made of thick steel and with several locks adorning it. The walls and floor of the room were bare rough stone - like the stone the whole house of made of and the room was only about 5 by 3 meters at the most with Digger's cage taking up a good chunk of that. Above his head was the only real feature of the room - a network of pipes and tubes in a tangled mess.

"hmphh! MPHHH!" Digger responded desperately, his heart beat quickening

The fox ignored Digger and carried on: "So, we are going to play a little game. If you win you can choose to stay here and serve me with my other slaves or leave, if you loose.... well I take away the element of choice and add in a punishment instead. How does that sound?"

Digger could not respond so just stared up terrified in disbelief and futility.

"So here is what's going to happen, this is known as 'the bowl' as it is where the whole house's toilet systems converge to go outside. This room is tucked away behind the dungeon in the basement and is reserved only for the naughtiest of slaves. You see this air tube from your gag? Well I am going to connect it into the entire house's urinal system - here we strictly use urinals and full toilets for different purposes. Now, all the urine form the 5 urinals in the house - that's one in the main bathroom and ensuite used by me and my guests and 4 in the kennels used by my 13 slaves - will flow down this tube whenever anyone uses it and you will be forced to drink it. Don't worry about breathing as you have nose holes but if you refuse to drink or can't keep up the system will backup and eventually flood the kennels and that is losing the game. To win the game you simply have to keep the system from backing up for 24 hours. So... I will see you at 12pm tomorrow, I got to go take a leak" the fox finished checking his watch with a wry smile and clipping the blindfold back into place

As he left Digger heard the 3 separate locks on the door clicking into place and knew he was truly fucked. The meerkat sat in stillness as he waited for the fox to keep his promise...

... and that he did - only a few minutes after he left, Digger heard a trickling sound from the pipes above him and then suddenly the taste of warm musky piss hit his tongue. The meerkat immediately choked and tried to spit out the piss but the gag prevented this so he stuck his tongue out and blocked the breathing hole - breathing through his nose instead. The salty taste still hung in his mouth but for the moment he had stopped the flow. Digger struggled against the steel once again, trying desperately to get his paws free and pull the tube out of his mask but he could not even reach it in his current position and that position wasn't changing anytime soon.

The suricate sat holding back the torrent for what felt to him like hours, but was really no longer than 30 minutes, but eventually he had to accept that he could not hold forever - and if he did he would lose the 'game' anyway. Finally he came to realise that he would have to play this sick little game - he would have to drink the piss and with that in his mind he let the torrent go.

The fox's strong pee gushed into his maw and with the gag taking up a lot of space the foul liquid was forced to the back of his maw and then down the meerkat's throat. He struggled not to choke again as he gulped down the piss which kept flowing. If he could only hold out for a day he would be free, just a day, just a day he thought over and over.

It was difficult for Digger to estimate the volume he was drinking but after several minutes of gulping and tasting a slightly more bitter flavour in the urine he guessed someone else in the house must have used a urinal too and he chugged on in despair. The tube leading from the toilet pipe to his gag was clear but he was of course blindfolded and had no idea when the flow would end.

But it did eventually and after gulping the last of the horrible liquid he relaxed in the strict metal and panted - finally able to breathe through his mouth again - but it was not long before it started over again with a different tasting urine from another urinal. Little did Digger know the fox had put his slaves on a heavy liquid diet for the day - forcing them to drink large quantities of sugary water and causing them to pee profusely every half an hour.

After about an hour of almost continuous drinking Digger started to feel the need to go himself - but he did not know how the fox expected him to or if he had throught about it at all - so he just held it. After a further 40 minutes and several more litres of piss the meerkat's urge to go was unbearable and just as he was forced to drink yet another bladder-load of sweet musky pee he lost control. Hot pee streamed from his own cock and arched up onto his belly and chest - almost wetting his hands and then dribbling down his flanks and rear to lay in a warm puddle beneath him on the steel he was sitting on.

Digger despaired as he could now feel and smell his own urine soaking his fur. This cooled but it was not long until he had to piss again as the stream he was forced to drink showed no signs of stopping for more than a few minutes at a time. This cycle of drinking and then pissing it out continued all day and evening, not that Digger could keep track of time, but eventually it did calm down as the residents of the house started to go to bed, or got locked away in their cages. It was around this time Digger drunk his last load and pissed himself once more before passing out of sheer exhaustion.

During the night the meerkat wet himself several more times - the puddle under him almost filling the room now as he was basically a filter in the urinal system. He was given a very rude awakening at dawn when the fox decided to use his en-suite urinal before going back to bed and from there it slowly started up again. About 4 hours from the noon deadline the slaves in the dungeon were woken and started to use the urinals again and flow went back to the highest levels - the meerkat getting only a few minutes breaks between batches, if any at all.

The last four hours passes as slowly as the previous day - not that Digger even knew he was in the home straight - but eventually the fox returned and the meerkat heard the door's locks clicking open. The fox leaned in and closed a valve before removing the tube from Digger's gag - he then unclipped the blindfold again.

"Well, I'm genuinely surprised. You did it, the urinals and still free flowing - you drunk it all down you greedy little piss slut."

Digger blushed under the hood but his heart beat in joy - he did it! He was going to get free!

"However... I did not tell you that you could piss all over my floor!" the fox taunted, lifting his paw to show it totally soaked by the puddle of piss that now covered the whole room, "So that will be a FAILURE then!"

"Hmphh! HMMPMM!" Digger tried to yell in protest at the sheer injustice of the situation but the fox clearly never meant the challenge to be winnable

"Let's get you moved while I set up your punishment..."

The fox unlocked the cage and unlocked the Scavenger's Daughter from the bars before pulling Digger up and picking the smaller fur up by the bar of the cruel bondage device. The meerkat was then carried off through the dungeons to the kennels where he was shoved in another cage - still locked in the Scavenger's daughter. Some of the other slaves were also locked in various cages but both he and they were gagged so communication was impossible.

Digger remained in the kennels for several hours before the fox returned and carried him off again - back towards the bowl...

As they entered Digger saw the cage had been replaced by a slightly larger glass tank. The fox dumped the locked up meerkat on the still wet floor and opened the hinged top of the tank. As Digger was lifted up he could see the urinal hose was now connected to a hole in the top of the tank which meant the tank would fill with piss every time a urinal as used - it was already a few inches deep. There was an outlet at the bottom of the tank which had a tube connected to it leading away outside but a valve stopped the piss in the tank flowing out at this point. It looked as if the tank had been spliced into the urinal system - all the urinals from the house going into it and then the exit at the bottom leading away to the drain. On the inside of the tank there was a 2 foot tube clear connected to the exit but its purpose was a mystery at this point.

Once Digger had been lowered into the lukewarm puddle of piss in the tank the fox hopped over and landed beside him in the cramped glass box.

"Don't try anything - there are 3 locked doors between you and freedom" the fox said as he finally released the Scavenger's Daughter

Digger flopped out on the floor of the tank, finally free of the cold steel, all his muscles sore and cramped. The fox then removed the hood and gag and even the plug in the meerkat's arse - leaving him without any gear at all. This state didn't last long though as the fox then fetched and applied a pair of latex mitts which forced the suricate's paws into firsts and were secured with steel bands locked with padlocks. He was then forced into a kneeling position and metal bands kept his legs frogtied, shins attached to thighs, forcing him to keep kneeling. A ring gag was forced into his maw and locked up tight with a small padlock like all the other gear. The fox used a chain to link Digger's mitts and then locked them to a pin near the top of the tank - keeping his mitted paws locked above his head and keeping him in the same spot in the tank - worryingly beneath the inlet which was dripping slightly.

Finally the fox fetched a leather harness with a thick rubber sheath attached to the front and a large canine style dildo attached to the back. The main belt was done up around the suricate's waist before his semi-erect cock slipped into the sheath and the plug was shoved in deep - the crotch strap was then buckled up tight and locked. The fox grabbed the hose attached to the outlet and connected it to a valve on the end of the latex cock sheathe. He then jumped out of the tank and closed the lid which was also locked with a heavy padlock. This left Digger, kneeling, bound, penetrated, gagged and confused.

"Ok, this punishment will last a little longer than your first test. As you can see the urinal feed you were forced to drink from is now attached above your head. Piss will flow into the tank every time someone uses a urinal and the tank will slowly fill up. When it finally fills a sensor at the top will start a timer, though I'm not telling you how long for. After the timer expires the input flow will be redirected. So if you don't want this tank to become your pissy grave I suggest when the timer activates you drink like you have never drunk before because if you don't match the input flow then you will drown. All you have to do is keep that up until the timer expires and then you just have to drink the rest of the tank empty and your punishment ends! Obviously your cock is connected to the outlet so that when you piss out the pee you have drunk it doesn't just fill up the tank again or you would have no chance and we can't have that now can we!"

Digger stared up in disbelief and horror as the fox finished, how could he possibly be expected to do this! The fox chucked and walked out, flicking off the lights and locking the steel door behind him. Digger was alone, chained and locked in this tank in the darkness, already kneeling in a few inches of strong smelling piss.

It was not long before the first urinal user in the house added to the tank - Digger heard a gurgling from the pipes above and then a gush of pee flowed in over his head - soaking him completely. He struggled against the mitts and restrains but the fox was the type to lock every possible movement down twice or thrice over and there was no way the meerkat could get out of the way of the incoming urine.

This continued all day, with the tank slowly filling, but the slave's didn't seem to be being force fed anymore so incoming pee was less common but stronger when it did come. By the time night came (which Digger guessed after a rush of soakings followed by a period of none) the tank was about quarter full - up to Digger's waist - so he still had a long way to go.

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3 days later Digger hung limply in the tank as another rush of warm piss flooded over him and into the body of pee already in the tank which was now up to the meerkat's chin - forcing him to keep his head up to breath. The door had not opened since the start of the punishment and Digger had not been fed or watered - having to drink the cold piss in the tank to keep himself hydrated. The sensor had not triggered yet but the meerkat knew it had to trigger soon and then the battle was on to try and stay alive. He had matched the volume before but after 3 days hanging bond and semi-submerged in the tank he wasn't sure he could do it again.

Another steam of piss flowed into the tank over Digger's head and a beeping sounded as the water level rose slightly over the meerkat's ring gag. Digger quickly drank away the piss that flowed into his gaping maw and after only a few gulps he could breathe again. Then all hell broke loose...

Suddenly a particularly heavy flow of pee came down the tube - as if all the urinals were being used at once. The tank started to fill very quickly and soon passed Digger's head entirely and did not stop until it hit the top of the tank a few inches higher. There was another beep and lights suddenly came on around the edge of the tank - illuminating it. Digger opened his eyes in the salty liquid and then was galvanised into action - he need to drink and drink now or he was done for.

The meerkat's heart pumped as he started to glug down the piss, struggling not to gag. He drank and drank but the level only seemed to have dropped a few inches after over a minute and the air in Digger's lungs was dropping a lot faster.

Digger was trying his hardest but with his heart beating in his chest as his vision burned he knew he couldn't make it. He was going to drown, drown in piss as a lowly slave and a failed slave at that. These thoughts of self pity and worthlessness washed over the meerkat's mind as it started to black out and fade from consciousness...

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Digger awoke with a splutter and a cough. As his eyes opened, and his mind cleared, the overwhelming scent of piss hit his nostrils. He coughed again and tried to get up but his hand and foot paws were locked in heavy shackles connected by chains and he was crammed in a small cage in what looked like the corner of the dungeon. The meerkat groaned in his cramped bondage and tried to remember what happened but as his abused brain ticked away the door creaked open and the fox strolled in.

"Well slave, it seems you even fail your punishments" the fox said smugly, "You just looked sooooo pathetic floating there in your bonds though so I decided not to let you reap the full consequences of your failure and save you. So, it seems you are in for a good few more punishment's to make up for it slut!"

Digger closed his eyes and cowered in his cage as the sadistic fox approached...

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Story by Zipeau, a commission for Diggerkat

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