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The Slave Gaming League

"Welcome to the Optimus Slave Gaming League!" barked DrXeno, the Master of Ceremonies, as his deep black armoured body glinted under the strong stage lights. The stage sat at the head of the large computer suite which was used for all the ship's computer leagues, but none of them made money quite like the slave league.

The Xenomorph's green eyes flashed out over the numerous HD cameras and the group of 'participants' - each of whom was strapped to their large, unique; gaming seats. The 12 furs playing this phase of round one were set out at individual computers terminals that had been somewhat modified. Each was a heavy black-leather clad bondage chair - their wrists, arms, torso, neck, hips, thigh, shins and ankles were all held totally immobile by thick leather and chrome buckles. The chairs were adjusted in a high position and with a slight recline. Oddly each terminal had no monitor, just a computer tower which the audience and participant alike found confusing. Each of the gamer's paws were mitted as well as being bound to the seats, which caused further confusion. Each slave was also muzzled with thick black leather, and gas masks hung on their chairs - but they were not currently attached.

"Let's meet our players!" the alien cheered"And remember they are playing for more than money or fame!"

The cameras spun around to focus on the first restrained fur as DrXeno gave his description. Number one was a relatively small blood red dragon with white tribal markings and brown unkempt hair.

"Number 1! This is slave mDSS3565 formerly known as Sibey. He has been a trained sex slave here on board for 5 years, and was captured during a military campaign. Most recently he has served in the heavy fetish section of the slave facility. He will be playing the scout class."

The dragon would have probably waved to the cameras if he wasn't so heavily restrained. The next slave was another red dragon but he was taller, stronger looking and had an impressive set of horns adoring his head. His belly was grey up to his chin, and his tail was long with a flair at the end (and it was restrained to the back of the chair like all the other slaves).

"Number 2! This is slave mSSS4565, formally known as Rusty-Draco. He has only been here for two years and is not fully broken. He was in the breaking program but attacked a Master with some form of magic and was confined to a cell and straitjacket for 6 months - he is on special secondment here. He plays assault."

Rusty-Draco was angrily fighting restraints on his chair, but he had no chance and the audience always liked a bit of fight! Next was a Rottweiler with black and tan colouration, quite well-built but only of average height and only looked to be in his late teens.

"Number 3! Slave mCSS6334, used to go by Reese. He is another recent addition, being acquired by the facility from a slave market on passing planet. His history before that is unknown. He is untrained and shows occasional resistance, but is not considered an especially tough case. He is playing an engineer, and as a little extra info, we have an anal virgin here! This isn't exactly how you would want your first time!"

Resse looked nervously out at the peering camera lenses; the alien's comment was somewhat disturbing! The next player was another canine - a Doberman with unusual green and purple colouration. He was significantly taller and a little older looking than the Rottie next to him.

"Number 4! Slave number mCSS4556, formerly Cai. He has been here a few years, captured as an enemy combatant during a military raid. He is trained and serves in the rubber fetish section of the facility. He will be playing support."

Cai didn't show anything to the cameras he was focused on winning the game. The next player was somewhat of an oddity - a grey and white dragonwolf with pink piping around his chest, the colour change was also on his wings, his paws and his nose. He would have been an intimidating individual if he wasn't strapped tightly to the chair with his mighty wings contained in heavy latex sheaths as well as being strapped down.

"Number 5! Slave number mXSS3545, used to be known as Talon. Captured from an enemy ship where he was also a slave, his background is unknown and he is the only known member of his species. He has been in the facility for 5 years and is used as a special exotic sex slave and have never broken, thus he is still kept restrained at all times. He will be playing a sniper."

Talon flexed as much as he could in his chair, thought it wasn't clear if he was fighting the bondage or just preparing. Next up was a small fox with classic colourings.

"Number 6! Slave mVSS64543, formerly DeathClub. He is a fox slave captured during a raid on a Vulpine outpost. He has been here for 3 years, is broken, and serves in the general service section being rented out. He is playing sniper."

The fox gulped as the cameras pin pointed him, his previous training was hard, but this was going to be tough from what he had heard. The next player was an enormous badger - he must have been over 6 feet tall and almost as wide! His markings were darker than a normal badger and his wide paws were tipped with long claws, which had been capped in leather to try and make them a little less dangerous.

"Number 7! Number mBSS345, once called Gado. He was acquired in a trade with a slave ship and is very rare in this part of the galley. He has been here 18 months and is as raw and dangerous as the day he came. Always spoiling for a fight he is playing support and is one to watch out for!"

The badger was bucking in the chair seemingly madly but he knew exactly what he was doing, he was going to win this. Uncomfortably next to the frightening badger was a small snow leopard with gentle pink and black spots.

"Number 8! Slave mFSS7454, once known as Snowy. Once a crew member of the light cruiser GFS Deschenaux he was court-martialled for dereliction of duty and ended up a slave with us here. He is broken and assigned to the rubber fetish section. He is playing a scout."

Snowy focused on the blank space in front of him trying to ignore the presence of the cameras. Next was another unusual species to see on a starship - a bighorn sheep. He did not have a fleece coat but a short soft brown fur colouration and large curling horns as well as cleft foot hooves. His type were from the inner home worlds of the GFE, and did not usually venture into space.

"Number 9! Slave mSSS6775, formerly Kado . This big ram was brought aboard as a personal slave but his owner was killed in an attack on the ship. Lucky he escaped and reverted to the ownership of the facility. He is fully trained and popular because of his species scarcity. He is playing assault."

The sheep blushed at his introduction, he had been a slave a long time but was still embarrassed a fair amount! Next was a very dark grey wolf with a white patch on his chest and paws. He was fairly tall and not heavily built but it looked like he was in shape.

"Number 10! Slave mCSS3565, once called Shadow and now very much in the limelight. He was once a specialist spy who would steal military and corporate secrets for credits. Taking on a GFE outpost he was captured and enslaved being posted here after training. He still shows some rebellion sometimes but will his background give him an edge in the game?"

Shadow huffed in his bondage seat, he hated being on display like this, so visible under the bright lights. Next was the penultimate contestant, a pale white arctic fox with black tribal markings. He was among the smaller of the competitors and lightly built.

"Number 11! Slave mVSS3455, at one time called Artemis. He was taken as an enemy officer from a defeated GVC ship. As an arctic fox he is much rarer than his orange brethren and sometimes gets 'special treatment' which is not always pleasant in the slave facility! He is playing a sniper."

The arctic fox was grumpy as ever in his chair - he always got the rough end, but this was a chance to change that and he was going to take that chance. The camera focused on the final bound fur, a deep black panther with a small white V on his chest and vibrant purple eyes.

"And rounding out our competitors is number 12! Slave mFSS2455, once known as Shakal. He was born with unusual hypnotic abilities and deemed too dangerous to be free, so he was enslaved and ended up here. Luckily his abilities will not help him in the game. He is playing a sniper."

The panther's intense eyes bored into the camera lenses.

"Now that we have met our competitors we can go over the rules and reward! As many of you out there will know, our sole victor will win his freedom! He will be set down on a GFE planet and given enough credits to comfortably start a new life. For our losers there will be a special forfeit to be revealed at the end!" DrXeno flexed menacingly and then paused for breath, "The rules are simple: free-for-all on a random map with 5 lives each - last fur standing wins. The new special chairs will provide further feedback of their performance during the game as we will see. So without further delay...The third annual slave gaming league has begun!"

The Xeno enthusiastically hit a large gong with a mallet. As the gongs chime reverberated around the room, the camera's spun into position to monitor the action. As the computers ran up to speed two guards entered and fitted each players gas mask in turn, slipping it over their already muzzled faces. The masks turned out to be far from normal gas masks - they eye lenses turned out to be micro projectors which would fire the imagine into the players eyes - meaning they would not be able to see anything else, for the moment they just showed a 'Readying' message. The insides of the latex masks surrounding the gamers' head also had neural sensors which would come into play when the game started.

The special chairs then went into active mode. Silicon dildos under the seats poked up through a gap in the seat base and penetrated each player's rear a few inches - just enough to get the head in. There would have been an audible gasp without the muzzles and masks but the dildos were well lubed. The machines then stopped dead, and lay in wait.

Tending to the front of each of the restrained gamers was a cock tube, held in place with a locking crotch harness. From the end of the glass tubes extended a rubber tubing which disappeared into the base of the seat where a milking machine lurked. This pressurised slightly but also lay mostly idol for the moment.

Affixed to each fur's nipples and balls, as well as the cocks in their asses were electrodes. These linked back, via wires, to the base of the chair and their purpose was currently unknown to the slave boys.

Finally the gas masks the players wore did not have a normal filter but both input and exit had separate rubber hoses protruding from them that, once again, disappeared into the bowels of the machine. For the moment they seemed to be supplying clear air.

Field of Fire sprang up in front of the players and a counter started down from 10. When it hit 0 the game started; the fucking machines also began, slowly and shallowly, pumping their silicon attachments into the rears of the contestants - at the moment only a pleasant distraction. The milking machines stayed idle.

The players all spawned and found themselves in a desert/urban style arena with dusty streets and shelled out buildings. The projectors in the masks made it appear entirely real to the players -it was as if they were really there. Some tried moving their paws not knowing how to move but as the neural links in the masks fired up it became obvious and intuitive. The neural links interpreted their brain activity and fooled them into thinking they were actually there. It was first person but looking around each player realised a full avatar of themselves had been programmed into the game.

All starting spawns were equal but not necessarily advantageous for each class so the players set off to find positions they liked or other players to kill depending on their personal tactics.

The first shots began to land. Cai the Doberman had spawned near an enclosed courtyard, and was unleashing his machine gun at the first target he had sighted, Reese the Rottweiler who was cowering behind a low wall that afforded him little cover. He had been trying to get into a safe position when the other dog sighted him and he couldn't see how his laser SMG could stand up to the aggressive Doberman's machine gun. An odd bullet hit the rottie's character in the shoulder and he jumped in pain as discovered what the electrodes on his nipples, testicles and the cock in his ass were for. Each time a player was hit they would receive a shock from the electrodes, the power proportionate to the hit - so a pistol shot would only be a little jolt but a grenade was enough to make the slave buck and kick in agonising pain. This acted as a further distraction and an encouragement to find cover and preserve one's lives - as well as the jumping and dancing boys being a lot of fun for the audience to watch!

Cai approached the rottie moving in for the kill but as he got close the dog suddenly popped up from another part of the wall and unloaded a whole clip at the Doberman. Cai jumped in pain and hmmmped through his muzzle as the massive current flowed through his most tender parts. When he opened his eyes again he was at the spawn screen, his lives showed '4' and the unlabelled percentage in the corner that had previously read '100%' now read '80%'. Must be the lives percentage he assured himself - but why would they have it twice? The Doberman respwned and headed off in search of another target, panting slightly in his mask and the canine cock in his ass speeding up slightly , pushing a little deeper all the time.

Reese stood up from his wall as the body of the Doberman pixelated away into nothing. He was elated by drawing first blood and noticed the milking tube around his cock begin to activate while the fucking machine holding a barbed feline dildo had slowly down slightly and gone back to the depth it was at at the very start. Enjoying the milking and not to aggressive fucking machine Reese was suddenly immobilised by pain as all his electrodes kicked in and he found himself staring at the respawn screen (though the miller and dildo settings remained the same). Artemis the arctic fox took his eye from his scope with a wry smile - the Rottweiler certainly didn't see that one coming! Knowing the rules of sniping he set off to find a new position while his milker increased.

"So encase the new chairs aren't clear to everyone I will go through them", the Xeno announced as the action continued, "The fucking machine slowly speeds up and gets deeper as the game goes on which is very distracting! The only way to reset it is to make kills. Making kills also increases the speed of the milking machine for a while as a reward. The gas masks, well I will explain that later!"

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The battle continued to rage and on the other side of the map, Sibey the dragon had spawned in a large winding building and had found a bunker in the basement to hide in for the moment. His plan was to hide until only a few furs remained with low lives and then emerge and take the win. He neglected to think that the designers of the league had anticipated campers...

The large equine cock in his ass had been steadily getting faster and faster, and now it was getting much deeper. With the massive toy almost hilting him he realised he needed to make a kill and fast if he ever wanted to walk again! He exited the bunker into the lobby of the building and looked around. Suddenly laser fire lashed around him and sent pulses of current through him. He dived for cover and as a another dragon playing an assault trooper let off clips of ammo at him. Sibey now had a choice, risk losing a life and attack or stay in cover and take the whole cock he could feel begin to push in further with every thrust. He failed to realise that if he died he would have to wait 10 seconds to spawn again and then go looking for another kill to reset the fucking machine. It was too late for such thoughts though as he suddenly felt the toy push fully into his tight hole. He grunted into his mask and went limp, in utter shock with the long cock totally inside him - this didn't suit his play style at all!

Lucky the machine stopped dead once it had fully hilted itself. Unluckily the other dragon had advanced and suddenly appeared over the wall Sibey was cowering behind. He hardly had time to think before he was sprayed with bullets and bathed in electric current. The spawn screen appeared with its ten second counter, and to the bird's horror the fucking machine began again. It wrenched from his butt and then thrust it back in again in a short, sharp motion, never withdrawing more than half.

Sibey moaned as he composed himself and he set off, jerkily, to find another player to kill and end this- anything to end this. He also began to pant...

Rusty enjoyed the milker as he reloaded his assault rifle and headed off up the main staircase of the building at speed - aggression was going to win this. The blood red dragon swept past a series of empty rooms until one stopped him dead in his tracks. With his long rail-rifle out of the window Talon, the large dragonwolf, was peering in to his scope with his back to the door, seemingly unaware of the dragon facing his back. Not believing his luck Rusty stormed into the room and then everything went fuzzy as all his electrodes fired at full strength. By the time he recovered he was facing the respawn screen but at least his milker and knotted canine dildo were still at acceptable levels. Talon turned and smiled as the dragon's body pixelated out - Claymores were such a wonderful tool.

Moving to another room Talon thought he'd do the same again - maybe he would catch someone with his rifle out of the window, maybe with the claymore, but either way it brought him closer to winning. Sibey had respawned in the upper part of the building, and while battling against the horse dong had spotted the large hybrid setting up. Calling on all his scouting skills he managed to slip into the room via a second entrance while Talon was setting up his first Claymore. The first the dragonwolf knew of the other dragon was a large shock from the electrodes as a knife plunged into his back.

He waited to respawn and was not happy - the canine cock in his rear was getting more invasive and no one stabbed him in the back. Sibey on the other hand was elated as the horse cock reset and he could get back to properly controlled sneaky kills.

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In an open field to the west of the map, Shakal the panther had found a nice thicket of dark bushes that hid him nicely - with his high powered railgun no one out in the open stood a chance so he waited. Suddenly a flash of light caught the panther's attention - the red fire of a laser rife and the unmistakable horns disappearing over a mound. Kado was on the run from the gigantic badger and his machine gun - the sheep had gotten the drop on Gado and ever since the badger had taken a personal vendetta against him. The ram set off sprinting across the field firing his assault rifle randomly behind him and receiving the odd shock. Gado followed with rounds form his machine gun spraying everywhere - if he just stopped he could take aim as shooting from the hip was having little effect. Shakal had a choice to make, which to target. Deciding the badger was more dangerous (and much bigger) he led his shot and squeezed the trigger. At that moment Gado caught his paw and tripped going down face first. Hearing the slug from the railgun whistle overhead he turned and flicked his LMG onto its tripod. Spotting the tell-tale glint of the sniper's scope, he saturated the bush with bullets until the panther fell out and vanished to another spawn point. Satisfied he got up and headed after the sheep again who had made his escape.

After recovering from the shocks Shakal, respawned and determined to push on and find another position. Heading out of his spawn point the sheep dashed in front of the panther and he reflexively raised his rail rifle and fired without aiming through the scope. The slug hit Kado in the back and put him down much to his dismay - the large horse cock inside him was getting more and more uncomfortable. Shakal smiled but before he could even recock his rifle the badger came around the corner and crashed into him sending them both sprawling to the ground weaponless. Shakal recovered and lunged for his rifle but Gado threw himself on the smaller panther and started to strangle him in a headlock. A low buzz from the electro told Shakal that the game could apparently handle hand on hand combat and he knew he was going to have problems against the badger. As Gado kept his grip the feline flailed and struggled, then suddenly he remembered! His paw shot to his side arm (which a support player did not get) and he blindly fired at the larger fur on top of him. Gado was hit in the chest and the electros fired up. He fell back off the panther who stood up and aimed his pistol.

Click

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The camber was empty and in a panic Shakal dashed away leaving his rife on the ground. Gado got to his feet shakily and picked up his LMG - he didn't know if he would eventually die from this pistol shot but the electro was still on and it was going to be hard to fight 'injured' like this plus the canine cock in his rear was getting faster again. Still he knew the panther was without his main weapon.

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The final spawn cluster was a railyard to the west of the arena. Deathclub had spent some time hiding in a carriage after an initial death and had taken down Snowy from long range as he tired - still the canine dildo in his rear was getting to painful levels and the milking from one kill wasn't countering it well enough. Shadow's canine dildo was also getting faster - he had only killed the red fox once by chance at the start while he had been killed twice by Snowy in close combat - his SMG to bulky vs a pistol or knife. He was sure he had spotted the snow leopards hiding place however and he crept into position alongside a locomotive. Moving silently he suddenly realised it was the fox hiding in the carriage and not the leopard. He was about to take his shot when he spotted a flash of movement in the corner of his eye. The snow leopard was moving in and it looked like he was going for the fox and had not noticed Shadow. Smiling Shadow took out a grenade and flicked his LMG onto burst fire.

Deathclub was surprised by the clonking sound and was then bathed in electrical torment as the grenade detonated. At the same time Shadow took advantage of the aggressive snow leopards surprise and let of several bursts of machine gun fire at him as he was in the open. Snowy fell as Shadow enjoyed the canine dildo within him resetting and the milker stepping up two marks.

Deathclub respawned and headed for higher ground which overlooked the yard. On his way he was sure he spotted the distinctive snow leopard down below. He found a substantial wall and set up his railgun. He was then very surprised when a rail-blast smashed into the back on his head and he was electrocuted and respawned again. Focusing on those he spawned next to he failed to notice his back was to other players, which Talon had taken advantage of, on his 6th kill now. Deathclub grumpily marched off from the spawn again as the dog cock inside him was thrusting dangerously close to the knot.

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"Now that most players are down to their last life or two I will explain those masks. You see not only is the picture projected from the eye lenses but their air supply is controlled. Every death leads to a 20% cut in air making it harder and harder to focus on the last few lives - as if the electro, dildos and milkers weren't enough! Once the player is eliminated the air is cut off until they are close to blacking out, which often isn't very long, and then allowed to breathe again to keep them alive, but the other parts of the chair are not so merciful - as we will see soon, both Resse and Sibey are on their last chance!" Dr Xeno boomed out to the audience enthusiastically.

Reese was doing particularly badly. He was panting hard into his mask, his mind fuzzy from lack of oxygen - he was breathing very fast but it didn't seem to make a difference, there was little oxygen to be had. The rottie knew that if he did not change something soon, he would be the first to be 'eliminated'.

He had tired fighting more aggressively, but just died faster - he had never been very good at computer games. He was in the middle of the map somewhere in a deserted street when laser blasts started to land around him. He turned to flee for cover, but the barbed dildo pumped in and out of his rear at full speed and his mind was fuzzy. Kado's aim was good and soon the rottie was feeling the current. As his vision started to go dark air suddenly rushed into his mask. He came back spluttering and coughing but almost instantly he wished his mind was numb again. The message 'ELIMINATED' flashed inform of him in bold red letters as the cock and milker both went to full speed. The electro also restarted at about 75% and left the dog struggling madly in his seat - destined to be assaulted from all angles until the game was over.

Kado grinned and enjoyed the milker stepping up and the dildo, the equine dong was massive and still had an effect now it was on its lowest speed. The sheep was on his last life but had a decent kill tally and was determined to plough onwards. He headed down the street past where the dog had been and went looking for more victims.

"Number 3, Rottweiler, has become the first to be eliminated! Who will be next? And who will prevail - stay with us to find out!"

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Shakal was on his last life, having been knocked out by Rusty - without his rifle he stood no chance. He was back to up to full force now but he hadn't gotten a kill in a while and the unique knotted horse cock in his rear had gone from a distraction to crippling and the lack of oxygen was also causing problems. He came around the corner of a building and at the other corner was Shadow - the dark wolf - Shakal stumbled to retreat back around the corner as Shadow, caught off his usual sneaky guard, fired his LMG from the hip. Despite the knot of his equine dildo pushing closer to his rear with every passing second and his head swimming the panther suddenly had a great idea. He made sure his railgun was cocked and, still seeing the LMG bullets pinging on the corner, he set off sprinting all the way around the building. He rounded two sides and brought his rifle up to his shoulder just as he rounded the final corner. He expected to find the rear of the wolf but instead he found himself facing the barrel of the machine gun.

He tried to fire but the wolf was clearly one step ahead and before he could even think he had lost his last life. The little air in the mask disappeared and the black panther suddenly found the knot of his dildo ramming into him at full speed accompanied by the electro going to full power. He came close to passing out as Reese had and then had to take the milker, cock and electro as he faced the elimination message.

Shadow chuckled as his milker went up to full speed with his 5th kill - he was on his last life but if everyone else played like that he was in for a win!

"And number 12 falls!" DrXeno announced

Suddenly Shadow was racked with the pain of full electro as he was eliminated. His chair gave him the full works as he struggled in disbelief. He hadn't even seen who or what had taken him out which is just how Snowy liked it as he stood out of the door way and re-cocked his pistol - sneaky headshots were so satisfying.

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Sibey had left the building and was stalking Rusty who was aimlessly wandering around looking for victims. Sibey lurked some ways behind and waited for the right moment - favouring his pistol which he had ready. Deathclub observed the scene through his scope - he had it pretty simple, just let one kill the other and then take the survivor out.

As Rusty headed along a wide alley Deathclub shifted and accidentally knocked a few stones off of the parapet he was leaning over. The red dragon turned and brought his laser rifle up popping off a few shorts in the direction of the sound. The sniping fox pulled back and covered but Rusty knew where he was and more importantly Sibey did. The scout made his way quickly up the parapet keeping low and approaching the sniper he had tangled with at the start of the match. This time he was careful to watch for Claymores however and noted that Deathclub only had one set up facing the opposite way. Trying to ignore the big horse cock still working away at his rear Sibey crouched and then pounced up to where Deathclub was laying prone.

Sibey fired twice both to the centre mass and Deathclub leaped in pain as the electro fired in. He rolled over to raise his rifle but the scout was upon him brandishing his knife. Rusty was drawn in by the commotion and ran along the parapet to get in range. Deathclub knew he was done for but he could at least take revenge on the spy. He grabbed to his side - keeping the other dragon's knife at bay with his right arm and grabbing the Claymore with his left. He pulled the Claymore as if to hit Sibey with it but he knew what would happen when he did. The proximity fuse activated and both furs were crippled with electricity and full speed fucking and milking as they were eliminated.

Unfortunately for Rusty he appeared at just the wrong time and the detonation of the Claymore blasted him backwards off the parapet. He hit the ground hard and the electro and other feedback told him he had been unlucky.

"Three in one! What a battle!"

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Cai was also on his last life, he had gotten through so far on pure aggression but as usual that had led to him losing a few lives. He was sticking to the same strategy as he had throughout - stay in the open in the middle of streets and gun down everyone that came into him before they could fire back. Keeping his LMG where it was strong worked - the snipers were too slow to aim and the assault and scouts were struggling to get close to him. Snowy had noticed the dog's play however and was intending to stop it - like most reaming players each was on their last life. He noticed a balcony in the street the Doberman was prowling and came up with a plan. Moving somewhat oddly with the barbs on his dildo pumping in and out he made his way into the other side of the building and up to the second floor.

Creeping out onto the balcony he found the dog below and readied his knife. Leaping over the stone guard rail he plunged down and landed on Cai's back. Unfortunately the knife missed. Snowy scrabbled around trying to land another blow but the Doberman managed to throw him off and withdraw his pistol. That ended Snowy's hopes of freedom as the comfy barbed cock and milking machine maxed out and electro and asphyxiation overtook him.

Cai retrieved his LGM and got back on patrol but the lack of air and canine dildo served to remind him he didn't have long left.

"Oh and number 8 is done! Not many to go now!"

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Kado dashed around a corner and smashed straight into Cai - sending both of them flying without their weapons. The ram and the Doberman scrambled backwards to retrieve their weapons, Kado fumbled with his and Cai brought his LMG up to fire.

Click

The gun jammed. 'How can that even happen in a game!' Cai thought to himself - still staggered by the games realism. Kado realised this was his chance and aimed his laser rifle. He squeezed the trigger but just at that point Cai brought a grenade up in front of him - it was more a reaction than a tactic but the outcome was the same. The grenade detonated as the laser bolt hit it and both furs were punished with the electrodes and an 'Eliminated' message.

Huffing at the injustice of it all Kado moaned as the horsecock in his rear went for almost nothing to full speed and his hopes of freedom disappeared.

Cai on the other hand never really expected to win and was at least glad that he taken someone else down with him!

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"Only three players remain! All on their final life, number 7 the badger and number 5 the dragonwolf have between them taken down the most players. Number 11 our arctic fox is also still active but we haven't seen him kill for a while - that rear must be getting sore, eh foxy?" taunted DrXeno as the final battle heated up.

Artemis gritted his teethl; he had a few kills under his belt, but the last was a good 5 minutes ago, and the knotted tentacle shaped dildo in his ass was indeed pounding away mercilessly - the knot getting closer all the time. He tactic had been to put up with the assault on his rear and let the other players kill each other. Now there were only a few left but that was starting to backfire now. He knew the badger was dangerous but he could take him at distance. Unfortunately the dragonwolf was also a sniper and Artemis hadn't seen him at all. Artemis had found a nice building with lots of balconies where he could keep an eye out and all of a sudden it seemed to pay off - Gado was lumbering down the street seemingly oblivious.

Leaning over the balcony the white fox tried to ignore the pounding in his ass and the milker at his front and aim in his rail gun. Silently he adjusted for distance and then suddenly the badger looked up, raised his LMG and Artemis had to duck to the ground to avoid being hit as machine gun bullets started pinging of the concrete balcony.

"How the fuck..." the fox mouthed quietly in disbelief of how the badger managed to see him.

The machine gun kept pounding and Artemis slipped back into the building backing away from the fire. He backed up until he bumped into something... something pointy and cold.

"Lights out foxy." Talon quipped before the rail blast in the back knocked Artemis to the ground

Artemis cried out in despair as the tentacle toy in his rear finally knotted him and the electro kicked in as he was eliminated. He couldn't believe it - the pain of loss was so much worse than the punishments the chair was administering.

Talon moved over to the balcony where the badger had now stopped firing and took a peak over. The LMG fire started up again as soon as Talon showed himself and he fired off a blind shot at the large badger below.

Gado knew he was close to winning and decided to enter the building and fight within it where his size was an advantage and the sniper's rifle played against him. Climbing the stairs he stubbornly ignored the large canine dildo sliding in and out of his rear - he had killed reasonably recently and the milker was almost more distracting than the fucking machine - he was even close to cumming but he wouldn't let that put him off as he searched the labyrinth of corridors. Bother players were also fighting the lack of air and though Gado was visibly panting he was focused as ever. Talon didn't even seem to show any signs of head breathing, the milking or the canine cock in his rear.

The other 9 eliminated players were being treated to the camera feeds which the audience could see and even the commentary but that was little consolation with all the machines going at them. Some had been assaulted from the front, rear and by the electro for ten minutes at this point.

For once Talon didn't know where his opponent was, he knew the badger would keep hunting so he had a choice - he could also hunt or he could stay in one place, hunker down and wait. He was out of Claymores so the dragonwolf made a snap choice and decided to hunt - relying on his quick reactions.

Talon tried to sneak as quietly as he could, hoping he could hear the heavy badger, but it wasn't that easy with his own canine dildo starting to get faster - it hadn't really been a bother before now with him making constant kills.

The dragonwolf turned quickly, his long railrifle unwieldy in the tight corridors, as he thought he heard something echoing through the tight passages. He stopped and listened but nothing else happened so he continued on. Suddenly there was a loud unmistakable grunt from up ahead and Talon sprinted forwards, he was careful as he rounded a corner and kept running, this could be his chance to get the drop on the badger.

Gado masked himself in the shadows of a side room as the dragonwolf rushed past - he couldn't believe that worked. Exiting the room he followed, this was his chance.

Talon was beginning to wonder how the badger could possibly be faster than him. Suddenly it came to him and he wheeled around. At that very moment Gado unleashed his LMG. Talon dropped to his knees as bullets started to hit him, aimed his rifle instinctively and pulled the trigger. Both players lost control as electric shocks overcame them and the audience was on the edge of its seat as the result was unclear.

The computer doubled checked its trajectory calculations and then the message 'Eliminated'... came up on Gado's screen. The badger couldn't believe it - to go through all that and fall here. His milking machine was already at full but his fucking machine went to full speed for the first time - ramming the massive knot of the canine dildo in and out of his rear. The electro settled down to its 75% and the badger was brought close to black out before the mask opened up and allowed him to breathe. But still the other toys fucked and sucked and shocked away just as they did for all the other players.

Talon's chair reacted slightly differently. His mask immediately flushed full of pure O2 - not just giving him his breath back but giving him an oxygen high. His fucking machine went to full penetration but at a much smoother speed than the losers. His milker stayed at full speed and his electro went down to a much more stimulating than punishing level.

The camera coverage focused back on the actual slaves rather than the virtual generation as the milkers on all 12 players went to full speed. The audience was treated to 11 players getting a forced orgasm mixed with pain and a rough fucking and the one winner having a much nicer climax.

Once all 12 had cum (and all the machines kept at it afterwards) DrXeno refocused attention on himself and prepared his final speech.

'So we have it! Congratulations number 5, once again know as Talon, you have won the third annual slave gaming league! I can now reveal you will be taken by shuttle to the second moon of Volpeta were a luxury villa has been prepared for you. Enjoy your life as a free fur.'

The Xeno dropped his game-show-host demeanour and adopted and altogether more evil look.

'And now we come to our losers. As you know entering this league, though not optional, carries severe penalties for the losers. And I can reveal now that all 11 of our losers will become the personal slaves of myself!'

The guards reappeared and began removing the gas masks revealing the losing players who looked a mixture of angry and worried - some more one than the other.

"And I think they will find that Xenos are a little more exacting than other Masters" DrXeno finished

Talon was unstrapped and helped out of his seat before being lead off to get cleaned up and shuttled off. The other players weren't so lucky, more guards appeared as each was removed from the game chairs before being cuffed and collared. The muzzles were left on.

"The wolf, Shadow, and the panther, Shakal - bring them to my room bound and hooded. The rest put in straitjackets or sleep sacks and throw them in my personal playroom." The Xeno ordered before turning to the main camera facing him "Well that about raps it up for the 3rd annual Slave Gaming League coming to you live from the Optimus. Be assured that our losers are going to keep suffering their defeat for a long time to come. Thank you for watching with us and goodnight!"

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Story by Zipeau, a YCH project

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All characters owned by their players

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Map based on 'Strike at Karkand' from Battlefield 2 (yes! 2!): http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110810201738/battlefield/images/0/0a/KarkandBF2.png