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"I'm really glad you could make it," Beverly said, smiling down at Eve.

The golden retriever and the brown mouse were at the corporate headquarters for Branstone Solutions. The latter had been sent an E-mail through the company's system, asking her to come to the company's chief site for a pressing matter concerning her future in their employ.

Eve had heard a lot of stories of the darker side of corporations, how people got creepy, suspicious messages telling them to show up to place X to perform service Y or their lives would be turned into their own personal hells. Usually these people were fairly attractive, either super-naïve or super-bitchy, and either on the bottom rung of the ladder or the top.

Because of that, the mouse was quite confused. She was a mid-level employee, just a product acquisitions assistant, not some desperate entry-level person or an elite; and she wasn't exactly the spitting image of sexuality either, with a very filled-out figure that was easily described as "plump." Hell, it was a regular joke for her to be asked if she was going trick-or-treating as a pumpkin, watermelon, or donut every year!

What could they possibly want from me? Eve wondered.

But still she had a well-paying job to worry and fret and fear over, and so she had done the worst thing possible. She had worn the usual clothes, a plain blue blouse and a tight black skirt and simple heels, her entire being on pins and needles as she worried about just what might happen to her. It was enough to muss her black hair, which she'd managed to get into a neat bun.

In comparison, Beverly was the day to her night. At five-eleven, six inches taller than Eve, the canine had long red hair in elegant curls, garbed in a neat gray dress shirt and long, loose skirt. She was perfectly at ease, apparently not bothered by the pouring rain outside or the big-boned mouse's obvious anxiousness. When Eve had arrived, Beverly had been patiently waiting in a chair in the lobby, no doubt with instructions to lead her along to the heart of the matter.

"You won't regret coming here, Eve, I promise," the retriever assured her coworker.

And yet, despite the warm voice and soft tone, the smaller female could not help but feel spikes of trepidation ripple through her, as if in warning of some forthcoming danger. Did Beverly have anything to do with whatever was going to happen? Or was she just as much a victim? Eve knew about mental afflictions that could arise from severe trauma. Was Beverly a case of such, her mind cracking and haphazardly rebuilding to lock away the horrors she may have suffered? The rodent prayed otherwise.

"Yes," she said meekly. "Beverly, what's going on? Are you here because--?"

The taller female cut her off with a single finger to her lips, smiling warmly. "You'll understand once you're upstairs, I promise," the dog said. "You should really stop worrying. When I was asked, I was so scared I could have just died, but I found myself. You will too."

Eve blinked at her, completely confused and wanting to ask just what in Heaven's name she meant, growing more and more desperate to get out of there, consequences be damned--

But Beverly put her hand on Eve's back, a gentle move, and the brown mouse found herself walking with her to the elevators and taking them up to the top floor, the executives' lounge. Eve had only ever heard stories of the place, that it was sprawling and loaded with expensive alcohol and furniture, that there was even a Jacuzzi! It was a mythical place by all accounts, no description the same as any other, each possessing a wild, unique feature.

But as the two women left the elevator, walked down the hall, and entered the lounge, Eve found all of her expectations falling short of the real thing. There was a long, polished black table; a full-sized bar with counter and stools; a fully-functioning fireplace with low couches and coffee table; and a small Jacuzzi set into the floor. All of these were graced with the entire far wall offering what was normally a magnificent view of the city and its park.

The one thing that threw the heavyset mouse for a loop, however, was the presence of the executives themselves. There were six of them, powerful and powerful-looking women of various species, chatting, drinking, and one of them was even relaxing in the bubbling water, her back to everyone, arms resting along the lounge floor. The bather was clearly some breed of dragon, with rich red scales and dull-white horns that jutted out from her skull. The other execs were spread around, chatting and drinking, representing a mixture of furkind: otter, wolf, horse, tiger, and skunk. All of them wore simple yet elegant dresses of black and no jewelry.

The otter, who had been mixing up a drink for herself and the mare at the bar, caught sight of Eve and Beverly, perking up. "There you are! Was wondering when you two would be coming along!" She finished with the drinks and then turned to call over to the dragoness. "Cal, you better get done with your bath already; fun's about to start."

The dragoness's only response was to lazily lift her hand, prompting a shrug from the horse. "She'll be out in a minute."

The others stopped what they were doing (though the skunk and tiger grumbled at having to stop their game of billiards) and formed a semicircle in front of the newcomers. Eve felt her nerves shake as they leered at her, knowing smirks on their faces.

"Good of you to come, Eve," the dragoness said as she came over.

Eve blushed when she saw the other woman wasn't wearing even a skimpy swimsuit, her generous breasts on display for all to admire. But beyond that, a greater surprise still, was the large flaccid cock hanging between her legs. It was pure black, with a meaty mushroom head and a hefty pair of balls hanging behind it.

"Beverly, you have done well," the dragoness said.

Eve was shocked to see her friend bow to the herm dragon, a graceful motion that clearly was borne of practice and devotion. "Thank you, Mistress," the retriever said, her voice oozing gratitude at the appreciation.

"We'll give you a reward later," the dragoness promised, "and it will be quite pleasant indeed if things go as planned."

"Thank you, Mistress."

The red-scaled female turned to Eve, a strangely gentle smile on her face. "As introductions are in order, then allow me to start: I am Calypso; the otter is Dandy; the mare is Holly; the wolf is Renee; the tiger is Audrey; and the skunk is Vivian. As you can tell, we're all executives of the corporation, but that isn't the only thing we have in common.

"While money can buy a lot of happiness, it can't buy the satisfaction and thrill of power over others who submit themselves. Beverly here used to be just another employee like you, but then we approached her with our offer and for the past few years, she's been our loyal, loving pain-slut and fuck-toy."

Eve stared incredulously from the dragoness to the retriever, the latter wearing an expression of pride.

"But we're starting to get tired of just one slave, so we scouted around the company and set our sights upon you." Calypso smiled, her teeth showing, an intimidating light in her eyes. "Now, Eve, it's important to understand that you do have a choice here. You can back out, refuse to have anything to do with us, and we won't say a word. The consequences of that choice, however, are that you will have your employment terminated before you even get off the elevator, and you won't even be allowed to collect your things from the office; we'll have someone drop by there for you and junk everything in such a way that it's all made worthless. You'll be forced to find a new job, praying the entire time that it's anywhere near as good as the mid-level crapshoot you have now, and pretty much fretting endlessly about what we might do to you if we ever run into you again by sheer chance.

"On the other hand, if you accept our offer and become our slut, then you gain quite a lot of benefits. You have a substantial increase in pay; you are removed from your boring position and officially listed as a private executive aide; you get to travel with us to some very ritzy places all around the globe while we attend special meetings with all sorts of company-paid expenses; and best of all, you get to experience a world of sexual ecstasy while serving as our group cum-bucket. Oh, it won't always be sex: we'll tie you down or suspend you from the ceiling and just leave you there for a while; after all, it's about power and dominance for us, not how hard we orgasm, that's just a bonus."

Eve stared at her, mouth opening and closing as she silently voiced her disbelief. The executives chuckled and leered at her, licking their lips, a couple of them even stroking themselves through their dresses.

"So, Eve, which choice will it be? Will you be our friend and stay with us and Beverly, enjoying the perks and worrying about nothing? Or will you be scrounging for nickels in your couch for the next few years?"

The brown mouse glanced at everyone, wanting very badly to flee, but her legs wouldn't respond to her commands. When her eyes settled on Beverly, she found the canine was wearing an expression of total calm, her soft eyes warm and expectant, as if she knew the choice the rodent would make.

"Well?" Calypso asked.

Swallowing, Eve nodded. "I...I'll do it," she practically squeaked. "Just don't hurt me, okay? I'll do what you want, just don't hurt me."

The executives all laughed, Calypso's loud guffaws filling the room beyond her fellows'.

"We aren't gonna hurt you," Dandy promised. "We're just going to enslave you. It'll be fun, you'll see."

"Vivian, do tie Beverly up so she can watch this properly," Calypso instructed the skunk. "All of you, strip. Clothes are now forbidden." She jabbed a finger at Eve. "Especially for slaves in need of a thorough domming."

Eve flinched at the finger, but did as she was told, removing her clothes and letting them fall into a pile next to her on the floor. The executives slipped out of their dresses, the high-quality fabric sliding to the floor...and revealing to Eve a final surprise.

Just like Calypso, the other women were well-endowed, but not just in their chests: each one sported a sizable cock hanging between her legs, accompanied by a pair of balls, the packages swaying lewdly as the lot of them got undressed. Perhaps most surprising beyond this revelation was that the wolf, Renee, had an equine cock while Holly, the mare, possessed a basic shaft and mushroom head, just like Calypso.

Is she some kind of hybrid? Eve wondered briefly. Not that it mattered, because the mouse was sure that the massive rod would be filing in and out of all her holes before long.

"On your knees, slave!" Audrey growled.

"Yes, Mistress!" Eve squeaked.

She dropped to her knees as ordered, keeping her hands on the floor, unsure of what to do next. It had seemed strangely natural to obey the command: there was no flash of disgust or shame, either when the tigress had barked at her or when she did as she was told, only the feeling of things being oddly fine. For a second, she wondered if she somehow wanted this, even in spite of the atrocious circumstances. After all, her roundness had kept away plenty of potential lovers, fostering feelings of loneliness. She yearned to have sex, but like this? Roughly taken by a gang of dominant herms?

Eve was broken out of her moment of introspection when Holly grabbed her chin, nails digging into the rodent's skin. "Such a pretty mouth," the equine commented. "How many dildos have you swallowed, slave? You can't have sucked many real dicks before now."

"N-none, Mistress," Eve whimpered. "I'm...I'm a virgin."

Holly's eyes glinted wickedly at this news. "Really? Then I'm going to take a lot of satisfaction in training your mouth how to please your betters. Yes, you'll come to know and love my cock very, very well, little slave."

"Yes, Mistress."

Holly chuckled darkly at Eve's subservience. Lifting the mouse's head up more, she tugged her to her feet. "Bend at the waist and open your mouth. Do exactly this, and not a thing more."

Eve did so. It was hard to keep her balance without spreading her legs, but she dared not displease any of the executives. Once she was bent over, she opened her mouth wide, sure that she would be giving the horse a blowjob.

She wasn't disappointed. Holly had stroked herself to her full nine inches, the pink phallus ominously pointing straight for the mouse's oral cavity. Taking hold of Eve's head, the mare smoothly inserted herself into the orifice. Humming in satisfaction, she rocked her hips back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm before picking up the pace, fucking Eve's mouth with a quick clip.

"Never forget," she warned the submissive, "You are a slave, a tool that we use to pleasure ourselves. When you are told to open your mouth for our cocks, it is not an order to suck us off; doing so will ensure a swift punishment. We will use you like the fuck-tool you are, plumbing your dirty holes and filling them with our cum."

She increased her pace. The head of her cock poked the back of Eve's throat, almost feeling like a small fist. The mouse imagined for just one fleeting second that her head was a rhythm bag at a boxer's gym. Holly was the boxer, but she was no unseasoned inductee to the sport: she was a seasoned veteran. With each jab of her cockhead into Eve, it became clearer and clearer that the equine's prick wasn't so much a fist as it was an entire arm. When the mare withdrew, it was not to deliver a powerful thrust but to deliver a devastating haymaker. The mouse's eyes began watering as she feared what the fearsome phallus would do to her untried pussy.

Holly kept up the speed. The force of her thrusts caused Eve to rock to and fro, almost jerking from the energy put into the bucks. However, with the dominating herm maintaining a tight grip on her skull, the newly-acquired slave was kept from being knocked flat onto her ass.

And besides, she thought weakly, they'll probably want me in the best condition for when they wreck that end, too.

The more she thought about it, the less focused she became on Holly's cock pounding in and out of her mouth. The herms would no doubt all take turns fucking her up the butt, and given how power-drunk they were, they'd no doubt utterly violate her snatch. Hell, the rodent was completely certain that they'd go so far as to empty gallon after gallon after gallon of their jism into her. She was already corpulent but harbored no illusions that before the night's end she'd be bloated beyond her limits with the executives' ejaculations.

Oh god, just don't let them be into pissing! Eve thought desperately.

While the frightened brown mouse was letting her thoughts veer from the mare pistoning back and forth in her mouth, Holly most assuredly was not. The cock-empowered equine was holding true to her words. In her eyes, Eve was less a person and more a fuck-sleeve, just a toy she'd picked up from the local sex shop to ride her dick through until it was totally covered and irreversibly broken-in. In fact, the herm thought, the new bitch was becoming easy already, her head-hole loosening up just a bit, enough to wrap her cock up all nice and snug and slick. Holly didn't realize it, but this was a result of Eve's thoughts drifting and coincidentally putting things in her favor.

Grunting, the hermaphrodite tightened her hold on her new doll's head, her nails digging in through the fur enough to feel like pins. Each one was a small fortune in price, worked upon by only vetted professional manicurists; one would buy a luxury automobile for the money Holly had put into her hands. And that was not even getting started on what her cock and hooves cost!

"Pathetic bitch," she sneered. Her thrusts increased in their intensity, her balls smacking against the underside of Eve's mouth just loud enough to be heard, fleshy slaps audible to those paying attention. "We're going to rut you. Rut your mouth, your asshole, your cunt. We'll fuck you even if you can't get off your lazy fat ass to fuck. We own you, little bitch. Do you understand? We. Own. You."

Eve was struggling not to push her mistress away or bite down or any other sort of panic-driven action, but the longer the throat-fucking went on, the harder it was to deny the need for breath. She could inhale a bit through her nostrils, but Holly's meat and rough sexing-up were preventing her from inhaling and exhaling in anything like comfort. She was steadily becoming surer and surer that she'd pass out from lack of oxygen, but at the same time was very much afraid of how seriously her new owners would reprimand her should she do anything to keep herself from unconsciousness.

The decision was made for her when all of a sudden Holly completely withdrew her member from her mouth. The dom held the saliva-slimed dick near Eve's face, and the mouse saw it bob with every twitch.

"Bet you enjoyed that, you little slut," Holly laughed. "You look a bit flushed. What's the matter, never choked on a dick before?"

Eve coughed before managing to say, "N-no, Mistress."

"Aw, poor baby," the mare mocked, her eyes glinting wickedly. "But don't worry, Mistress Holly will make sure you get all the practice in the world." She arched her back a bit, her hips shifting forward and her cock pressing against Eve's cheek, and then used a hand to grip her base before smacking it repeatedly upon the mouse's muzzle, dragging the tip of the head around and leaving a trail of saliva. "Pathetic little slut wants my cock, doesn't she? Doesn't she?"

"Y-yes, Mistress!" Eve squeaked.

"Careful now, you'll break the bitch," chided Dandy as she stepped forward from the other herms, all of whom save for Vivian and Calypso were masturbating as they watched. She threw Audrey a frown. "You just stood there jacking off the whole time? Of all the things you do, Audrey, I expected you to at least help keep the dumb cunt alive by having her alternate between your cock and Holly's."

The tigress snorted, still pawing off. "She's breathing, isn't she? Says she wants more, so what's some extra throat-fucking to you?"

Keeping the arrogant smirk on her face, Audrey circled around Eve, who was still bent over and becoming very sore of it. The mouse hoped that one of her mistresses would soon command her to stand upright or sit or lay down, because her back was beginning to hurt her, and not in the way a group of sadists like them would be happy about.

Wait, she thought fearfully, did I just want to be commanded? Oh god, what's wrong with me? Am I turning into a slut already?

"Nice plump ass for me to fuck," Audrey said, licking her lips. She stood behind Eve now, and was appreciatively running her hands over the rodent's bountiful mounds, kneading them harder and harder. She stopped her ministrations and drew a hand back before delivering a sharp, stinging blow to Eve's right buttock. "Mmm, I love the sound of a palm to the ass! Too many bitches have tiny rears, small and compact to fit those goddamn skinny jeans and yoga pants and crap. Just gimme a plump ass to fondle and fuck and I'm happy."

She gave another sharp slap, and this time Eve moaned and panted, stopping just short of asking for the tigress to give her more punishment. Something inside her was already changing, twisting her into a masochistic slave. She could feel her body growing more aroused, her labial lips swelling and growing wet with desire.

No! she thought futilely. I can't be turned on by this!

"Aw, the whore likes it," Audrey cackled, her claws popping out and dragging lightly across Eve's ass. She looked up at Holly. "You mind?"

The mare smacked her cock one last time against Eve's face before backing away. "Do whatever you want to the slut, I don't care. I've still got that drink to finish up." At that, she backed away and moved again to the bar, retaking her stool and picking up her glass to resume drinking.

Audrey clapped her hands together, rubbing them against each other even as she licked her lips hungrily. "Hear that, whore? Time for me to have my own little bit of fun with you."

"Yes, Mistress," Eve responded. Oh god, her back was really aching now...

"Get onto your chest," Audrey ordered. "Ass up, head down, slave."

"Yes, Mistress!"

Eve immediately complied, grateful to be able to sneak in the chance to erect herself right before lowering to her knees, and it really helped relieve some of the ache. She then proceeded to drop onto her hands before going down onto her chest, her large breasts pressed against the cool floor and followed by her muzzle. Her tail flicked aside to keep her ass on display for the tigress.

Also taking to her knees, Audrey purred in approval. She spread Eve's legs a big wider before calling out, "Viv, are you done trying up the pain-slut yet?"

"Coming!" the skunk replied in a sing-song manner.

Across the room, Vivian had strung Beverly up: her hands were pulled tight overhead in their suspension cuffs; her heavy-duty thigh cuffs secured her legs off the floor; a metal spider gag kept her mouth open and yet keep the noises she made to a minimum; and stainless steel balls clipped to her nipples and clitoris to keep her from becoming too jealous of all the attention her new slave-sister was to receive.

Finished, the mustelid hurried back to the others, her hard cock bouncing as she practically skipped with each step. "Pain-slut's all taken care of," she reported to Calypso, who merely nodded. "Forgot to ask, anything off-limits with our new bitch?"

"Nothing extreme," was the casual reply the dragoness gave.

Vivian laughed. "Nothing to worry about, then. I'll just give the little cock-mongler the usual intense fucking."

The skunk herm sashayed up to Eve's front, taking a wide, low stance as she decided to tempt the tigress with a move she'd been wanting to try out. "Hey, Audrey, wanna give me a hand with this? Got a sweet move we can both have some fun with."

The striped feline halted her rubbing of Eve's ass to fix her fellow herm with a cautiously inquisitive look. "What sort of move?"

Grinning, Vivian leaned forward and grabbed under Eve's hips, Audrey catching on and helping lift. "Use your arms for support, slave!" she ordered.

Eve barely braced herself in time for them to stand her upside down, all of her weight coming down upon her shoulders.

"Wha...what are you--?" the mouse started.

"Shut up and get ready, cum bucket," Vivian cackled.

The skunk kept one hand on a buttock and used the other angle her cock downward. Pressing the head to Eve's pussy lips, she let her new slave pick up on the prick's pulsing and heat for just a second before spearing forward, her nine-inch rod sliding into the slick passage almost halfway.

Eve cried out, eyes shutting as the sudden burst of pleasure shot through her. Ever since she had started putting on weight in her late teens, she had been forced to use a couple of toys, ones of modest design, to slake her small bouts of lust. She was wholly unprepared to be violated by such a powerful dick, having never used anything more than a small vibe down there before, feeling ashamed even then that she was diddling herself. She hadn't been able to use a larger toy, and yet at the same time had been unable to keep herself from doing it again and again in spite of the embarrassment of using a sex toy because she couldn't find a flesh-and-blood lover.

And she couldn't stop herself from wanting it now either.

Eve began moaning as Vivian dropped into and then pulled up out of her pussy, wet schlicking sounds filling everyone's ears. The mustelid ignored her, reveling in the sensation of a comfy new slit to ravage. The mouse's abysmal sex life meant she was still fairly tight and giving Vivian the feeling of a hot, tight, wet mouth sheathing her cock.

"Mmm, feels fucking good!" she said approvingly, though it wasn't directed at the rodent. "She's good enough down here that it's the same as fucking a mouth! We're going to have quite a bit of use from this slut!"

"Don't hog it all to yourself," Audrey growled, also taking a wide stance in front of Eve. Her tail writhed in the air behind her, indicating her own burgeoning appetite. "I had my paws on her first, you know."

"Oh yeah?" Vivian smirked back, giving an extra-sharp buck into Eve. "And what will you do if I don't want to share the little bitch just yet?"

Audrey smiled, and it was a smile of pure and wicked lust. "I'll race you."

The other herm cocked an eyebrow. "What rules?"

"Standard. First to cum in the slut loses and has to clean the winner's cock."

Vivian kept fucking as she mulled the thought over, her brow furrowed. After a minute, she gave her response. "Agreed if you remove the last bit; I want my cock nice and filthy so the dumb whore has something to clean, and the coating will make fucking her tailhole easier."

"Agreed, then," the tigress nodded.

Without wasting another moment, she put the head of her own cock to Eve's juice-smeared entrance and dropped her hips down, the phallus penetrating into the quivering folds. The new intruder was pressed right up against the first one, the pair of them stretching the poor brown mouse's vaginal cavity further than it had ever been before. For a moment, Eve really thought she was going to be ripped open, afraid that having two large herm-cocks inside of her virgin snatch would be the death of her.

But Audrey and Vivian paid no heed at all to her whimpers and pleas of either gentleness or withdrawal. Working in tandem, they pulled out and then pushed in, their combined eighteen inches of burning cock-flesh spreading their slave's hole wide open and sending her into a continuous fit of pleasure. While not quite the same as fisting, the dual fucking was enough that it was the next best thing, giving Eve the feeling that she'd been pretty loose for years to come.

Up above, Audrey adopted a grin, almost breaking into laughter as she looked at Vivian. "You look like you're nearing the mountaintop, skunk," she taunted. She also picked up her pace, bucking more harshly into the bottom and making sure that her cock poked the other exec's in the process, both as an edge to the taunt and to push Vivian faster to climax. "Don't tell me you're already nearing your end? Performance issues?"

"Fuck off!" Vivian snapped back, but then groaned, undermining her own retort. "I'm--doing fine! Maybe if your cock was half as good as you say it is, you wouldn't be banging it into mine to try and beat me!"

Audrey chuckled as she watched the sweet start to bead on her competitor's face. Vivian could fuck like hell, they all could, but power fucking as the two of them were doing was something that tested the limits a bit more than was usual. Cumming multiple times wasn't the issue, holding out as long as possible before the first peaking was, and how the situation currently looked, Vivian was slowly starting to lose.

In her own mind, the two-tone herm was seething. Honestly, she liked Audrey, and she really did enjoy all the sex they had (with other partners and just between themselves), but the feline could be such an absolute and insufferable bitch at times. She taunted, she dared, she gloated. It was enough to make the skunk want to tie her down and give her a thorough dicking right up the asshole, even if Calypso got pissed at her for doing so. This last dare, which should have just been a friendly little race, was now starting to get onto the skunk's nerves: she was good enough at racing and fucking that the little mouse slut should have orgasmed already and used her nice tight pussy to squeeze Audrey into defeat.

Clearly that was not going to be happening anytime soon.

Gritting her teeth, Vivian doubled her efforts. Her hips slammed into Eve's ass, the mass rippling constantly from the force of the impacts. She pushed aside concern for Eve--she was just a cum dumpster now, anyway---and poured the sum totality of her focus into outlasting Audrey. She was going to make that smug, self-important bitch regret challenging her to a race, even if she wasn't going to be allowed to force the tigress to lick all of the goo from her dirty cock.

In her own mind, Audrey was starting to grow just a bit concerned. Her taunts always resulted in one of the others getting riled up enough to accept one of her little dares, and this time Vivian proved not the least bit different, but surely the skunk should have caved to the pleasure by now. It bothered Audrey, almost enough to draw her out of the gratification of plowing a tight slit, that she hadn't won this race handily already. The heat of Eve's hole, the untouched silkiness, having another dick grinding up against hers in a feverish race to second place. It was enough to make anyone cum.

"Oh--oh shit!" Audrey yelped.

Thinking about the sex had sent her farther along the path to orgasm than she thought, and now she was in serious danger of losing the race!

As the tiger struggled to come up with a good taunt, Vivian felt a light bulb go on inside of her head. She darted forward quick as a snake and kissed Audrey. When the feline opened her mouth in surprise, most likely to protest despite their lips being pressed together, Vivian slid her tongue inside, twisting it this way and that, eagerly exploring the other herm's orifice. Audrey's eyes ballooned in their sockets as she did this, her breath hitching.

Oh no! was her last thought right before she hit her peak.

Her hips crashed into Eve's one last time as her whole body went rigid, a muffled moan issuing from her throat and echoing into Vivian's. The skunk reacted to her orgasm with her own: her cock spat forth jet after jet of hot cum, heavily coating the interior of Eve's pussy. Combined with Audrey's cock-milk, the two of them completely filled the mouse's womb, and thanks to the inverted position she was in, the semen steadily crawled through her fallopian tubes towards her ovaries. The execs would use a little money out of their own pockets to prevent her from becoming pregnant, of course; an unbred slave was of more use to them than a bred one.

Beneath them, the very slave in question was hit by her own orgasm, the first she would experience that night. Her body tightened up, squeezing and milking every drop of potent herm seed from the cocks that were stuffed into her abused pussy. It was awkward, it was a little humiliating, but having real release, all of her pent-up sexual urges being vented with real sex, felt so good that Eve didn't mind that she was in what would normally be considered a degrading situation.

"Very impressive," Calypso complimented as the pair continued to make out tenderly. "I hope you two learn to get along better after this; your bickering has become more tiresome than amusing despite the results."

The skunk and tiger moaned into each other's mouths in reply. Together, they lifted their hips upward, their dicks withdrawing from Eve's pussy; thick strands of cum and honey clung to their rods as it desperately enticing them back into the tender folds. With a groan the mouse toppled onto her side, giving a faint squeak as her ass smacked the floor, small spurts of cum dribbling out of her snatch.

"I see I got back just in time," chuckled Holly as she returned to the others. "Well, if you two are quite done, I think I'll take my turn with the little shit again, finish myself off before I get a nasty case of blue balls."

"I mind quite a bit, actually," Renee spoke up, and took a step forward to emphasize her challenge to the mare's intentions. "You fucked her mouth plenty, and it's your own fault you didn't cum down her hatch. I don't want your ass in my face while the bitch is giving me a good tit-fuck."

Holly rolled her eyes. "Have it your way, then. I'll coat the slut's back."

"Same," Dandy called. "But I'm gonna lay her down and hard-fuck her boobs."

"If we're divvying up her body to our preferred antics," Calypso said with a sly look, "then her tailhole is mine. We'll be making special use of it later."

At this announcement, the other executives gave a raucous series of lewd cheers. On the floor, Eve shivered, but it was difficult for her to tell if it was from fear...or excitement. The dragoness's intentions clearly were a thing of great import to the cabal, though just what exactly they entailed was anybody's guess. While it no doubt involved more sex, and likely of the rougher variety, the abused mouse could only wonder at just what depraved acts the scaled herm got off on.

Renee plopped down onto a couch, spreading her legs wide as she leaned back to recline lazily against the cushions. Her horse-cock, still as odd and completely out of place on her lupine form as it was the first time Eve had seen it. At the moment, it was mostly hard from its owner having been turned on by the double-penetration display of which Eve had just been a part. The hefty cock softly throbbed, the generous pair of balls beneath it shifting only slightly as Renee grew comfortable.

"Well?" she growled. "It isn't going to fuck itself, slave. Get off your lazy ass already and get back to work."

"Yes...Mistress," Eve panted.

Her body ached from being planted upside down and fucked hard, but the heavy-set mouse knew the executives would not take no for an answer. Grunting, gritting her teeth, she propped herself up on her elbow and started to crawl towards the wolf, managing to get onto her knees.

"Hurry it up!" Dandy chirped. She put her foot on Eve's ass-cheek and pushed. The mouse was propelled forward with a squeak of surprise. She fell onto her breasts, panting heavily as she pushed herself back up onto her hands. "Don't take all night getting there!"

"S-sorry, Mistress," Eve whimpered. Behind her, the fleshy cord that was her tail twitched.

She reached Renee and got into a kneeling position between the canine's legs. Leaning towards the herm's crotch, she cupped her large breasts as much as she could and held them apart. She leaned in fully and wrapped her tits around Renee's cock, which was now fully erect, throbbing visibly. The heat it gave off was enough that Eve could actually feel it through her fur, like a fleshy fire poker. Having such a thing spearing through her cleavage was, the slave-mouse privately admitted, very exciting.

"And then you fuck it, obviously," Renee told her, the tone of her voice one of a teacher slowly growing annoyed by an inept student.

Eve withheld the apology that was forming in her throat, sure that constantly giving them would eventually displease her mistresses even if they expected their slave to acknowledge her own incompetence.

She shifted her grip on her breasts so that her hands were on the outside of each and then pressed them together before getting to work. She lifted up and down, and had hoped that her ample assets and the snug feeling they no doubt created would be enough to satisfy Renee, but the lack of even a mild groan of pleasure forced the mouse to reconsider.

Again she tightened the grip her mammaries had on the horse-cock, she did more than slide up and down the hot pole: she leaned back when she lifted her breasts upwards, creating more resistance along the top of Renee's tool. Similarly, she leaned forward when lowering her breasts and could feel a slight dragging sensation against the underside of the equine member.

And when Renee gave a hum of approval, shifting her hips ever so slightly so as to better offer her prick to her slave, Eve knew she'd found just the right formula for a tit-fuck success. Behind her, her tail swished from side to side a bit, signifying how proud she felt at having pleased the lupine domme.

"Doing well, slut," Renee smiled. She indeed was much enjoying the tit-fuck, and somewhat regretted that she was only going to get that particular treatment for now: she could easily change her mind and skull-fuck the little whore, especially tempting as her hands felt like getting a piece of the action, grabbing the little bitch's head and forcing it to suck her off even while she kept up the tit-job.

Renee gave another growl of carnal contentment, her powerful meat twitching even within the soft confines of Eve's breasts. She was becoming more and more aroused, her climax coming closer to fulfillment, and at the rate things were going, she would be loosing her first load sooner as opposed to later.

No matter, she thought. I've got plenty of cream in these balls for a few good fucks. Splatter the first all over this slut's face, and the rest of the milk can be put to her more creatively.

The decision was very much appealing to the wolf, but her grin was interrupted by a groan as she pitched her head back, hips bucking up a bit in response to Eve stepping up her handiwork. The herm grunted as she watched the female continue to exert herself in her efforts to please her. Very soon, she'd earn her reward, a nice, hot, creamy explosion all over her dirty slut face. Renee looked forward to it.

Teeth gritting, the lupine felt her peak coming much closer, the flare of her equine phallus spreading in readiness. Underneath the ten-inch cock, Renee's balls were churning, the seed inside of them eager to be spilled. While it was a tad bit unfortunate that she would not be filling up one of the slave's holes with herm-milk, she would at least be putting it to good use.

"Get ready, little slave," she warned, her breathing picking up a bit. "I'm going to give you more than just one lovely pearl necklace." A titter of amusement at her own joke followed, belying how tense she was becoming as her fingers gripped the top edge of the couch. "Open wide, bitch!"

Eve crushed her breasts against Renee's cock, her muzzle opening as much as she could get it to go. Just as she did this, the herm gave a fierce upward thrust of her hips and unloaded her cream. Her cock belched its load, arcs of thick white lancing through the air. The first one got off right as Eve's mouth opened, catching a bit on the side of her muzzle so that it splattered her right eye and cheek. The next several spurts landed in her mouth, decorating with a liberal coat the roof of the rodent's mouth and nailing her inner cheeks and tongue to boot. Drops of the near-syrupy cum slowly dripped down onto Eve's tongue, and soon it was all but impossible to see the pink organ; all Renee could make out was a field of white goo.

Right after the wolf came, Dandy and Holly hit their own peaks. The both of them had been standing to either side of the mouse just a few feet away, and had been furiously masturbating the entire time Eve had been servicing their fellow. It had been a real pain for them to hold back their orgasms until Renee reached hers, especially so for the mare, whose balls were aching for release. When she'd been denied the chance to finish up, it had irritated her, but she was going to shoot her jizz all over the slut's back, so she told herself that it was a fair trade.

"Fuck!" she hissed as her orgasm slammed into her. "Take it, bitch!"

Holly thrust her hips towards Eve, both of her hands firmly holding her cock so that it was aimed straight for the brown mouse's backside. Jets of horse seed flew through the air and splashed onto the slave's body, creating crisscross patterns along her fur, save for the last couple of spurts, which ran down her ribs.

Opposite Holly, Dandy also blew her load onto Eve. Her head lifted up, eyes shut as she let out a high-pitched wail of sexual bliss, one hand massaging a tit while the other held her cock. The prick spit its cargo higher up than Holly's had, the white fluid landing along the submissive's shoulders and upper back; each of the herms had given out a copious amount of their essences, a significant frosting upon the recipient's pelt. Both the otter and the horse felt the feminine sexes clench as well, their pussies leaking just a little honey down along their inner thighs, matting their fur.

Chuckling, the wolf eyed her conquest appreciatively. "Mmm, that's a good look for you, slave. Don't you agree?"

For a moment, Eve was too lost in the pleasure to respond. Her mouth stayed open, the cum she'd caught lewdly pooling. After a moment, she swallowed, the sound of her gulping down the wolf cum reaching the ears of all present; a couple of the executives chuckled darkly, amused by how much she was getting into her new lifestyle.

And she was getting into it: Eve was still very nervous, because of how new and strange all of this was to her, but now that she'd come this far, she no longer thought so badly of it. The herms knew how to have wild, rough sex, and they were domineering and a little sadistic, but they weren't exactly evil. After all, they did keep complimenting her, didn't they?

Mistresses...love me, the mouse thought through the haze of lust, her mood growing more and more optimistic.

"All right," Dandy panted as she came down from her sexual high. "Time for me to have a go at fucking those fun-bags. Lay down, slut, on your back."

When the other did as commanded, the otter straddled her chest, her body weight firm but not oppressive. Dandy's cock was already hard again despite having just emptied its reserves, and she leered down at Eve as she laid it between the mouse's tits. She gave a few experimental thrusts, softly rocking her hips back and forth, before nodding, satisfied that she was positioned in just the right spot.

"Hope you're eager for another facial, cum-slut," Dandy taunted.

Planting her hands onto Eve's breasts, she mashed the furry mounds together, giving her cock a snug housing, and then began to thrust. She chose a sharp but steady pace in the beginning, her meat jabbing at Eve's face like a massive, accusatory finger. While harsher than what she'd experienced with Renee, it felt oddly pleasant to be handled in such a fashion, more like a living toy than a compliant partner. The more she underwent this treatment, the more she actually liked being fucked in a rough manner.

Down below, she felt her pussy tingle, turned on and growing moist at the mere thought of a hard rutting.

I'm--I'm becoming a slut, Eve told herself, but instead of fear and shame, she felt a spark of pride within her at the realization.

Even as this ran through her head, Dandy picked up her pace. Her thrusts became faster and harder, her breathing growing shallow as her heart beat at a quicker clip. Nestled between the mouse's generous boobs, her cock was starting to ache, both from having paid out its contents already and from the burgeoning need to release for a second time. The otter's brow furrowed in concentration as she forced herself to keep going, shoving aside the swelling desire, the need, to cum. Her cock was shooting back and forth like a jackhammer, moving forwards and backwards at higher and higher speeds as Dandy's resistance to her own orgasm weakened.

"Your tits are pretty good, slut," she grunted. "I'll make a habit of using them like the cock-sleeves they are. Using Renee's cum as a tit-lube sure makes these melons of yours easier to fuck. You like having your jugs fucked, cunt? Do you?"

"Y-yes, Mistress!" Eve gasped. She stared directly at the other female's dick, sure that any second now, the river-dweller would be bestowing upon her face a generous gift of hermaphrodite cock-milk.

She was right: Dandy gave a full-body shudder just before tensing up as her climax hit. She managed to stab her she-cock forward one last time so that, as its slit expanded and unleashed a second load, Eve received as much as possible. What Dandy gave the second time around was markedly less than her first explosion, but it was more than enough to put a layer of icing all over Eve's nose and half her muzzle (as it jetted out at a slight angle, the left half of her mouth was missed).

Utterly spent this time, Dandy fell forward onto her hands. Hanging over Eve, she seemed to be in a daze, panting heavily and just staring into the space in front of her, seemingly unaware that she was starting to drool onto Eve's face. For her own part, the large rodent was also breathing deeply, but not so ragged, and a part of her became concerned for the otter.

Before she could ask if the other was all right, Holly and Renee grabbed their fellow herm under the arms and lifted her up. They carefully led her to the couch, laying her down on it so that she was comfortable enough to sleep and in no danger of falling onto the floor and possibly breaking her nose or chipping a tooth.

"Onto the next stage," Calypso said. She turned her cool gaze towards Vivian and Audrey. "If you two are recovered enough, then I would like the both of you to have another of your little races."

The pair exchanged looks, apparently having made some degree of progress in their competitive relationship, and nodded.

"Good," Calypso smiled. Gesturing towards Eve, she explained, "First, put the slave onto the couch, belly down."

Grinning and snickering, the mustelid and feline sauntered over to Eve. They each took an arm and slowly pulled her up off of her back, readjusting their grips as they did so lest they strain her sockets too much. The violated mouse helped, shuffling on her knees as they led with her arms over to the second couch, which was just past the one Holly had been laid upon. When they put her upon it, they made sure that her arms were up as well to prevent her from sliding off, and spread her legs a bit to provide a more stable and supportive stance.

"And now?" Vivian asked. Her eyes glimmered with curious lust, her cock already at half-mast again. "You plan on reaming her cute little tailhole, Mistress?"

A small voice in the back of Eve's mind was a tad bit surprised that the title was used when addressing the dragoness; she'd just assumed that, like the others, Calypso was treated as an equal, and certainly the notice that Dandy had given her back when this carnal madness had started was evidence of her being in a friendlier standing as opposed to an authoritative one. But as Calypso began speaking, the matter was washed from the mouse's mind.

"Here's what you two shall be doing: you shall pick a hole, use the cum on her backside to grease a hand up, and then you shall start fisting her. We will presume that she whose fist is deeper in her selected hole is the one who made the slut cum."

"Penalty for losing?" Audrey asked.

The scaly smiled. "None."

Both skunk and tiger laughed at that, their moods advancing from eager curiosity to full-blown excitement. They quickly started bickering about just who got which hole, finally settling on Vivian taking the pussy and Audrey the ass, the former successfully arguing that she deserved the juicier of the holes because she was the one who outperformed the tigress earlier.

Together they knelt next to their cum dumpster, scooping handfuls of herm ejaculate from her fur. Vivian rubbed the spunk over her right hand and Audrey her left, and the both of them exchanged smirks only rivals gave each other before flattening their hands and putting the tips of their fingers to Eve's quivering holes, awaiting the dragoness's signal to start.

"Go!" Calypso shouted.

At once, both herms knifed their hands into the orifices. They sank in up to the middle of the forearm before each pulled back to the wrist, taking the opportunity to ball their hands into proper fists before shoving back into the abused female.

Eve cried out, moaning and groaning. While getting stretched out by two dicks in the same hole had seemed to test her limits, it was not even in the same league as having an entire arm plunging in and out of her nethers. She voiced her pain and pleasure, the sounds issuing from her throat filling her dommes' ears, wicked and lustful smiles spreading across their muzzles.

"Little bitch loves getting fist-fucked!" Audrey leered. She began pumping harder, almost as if she were trying to actually punch Eve's intestinal tract. "You little whore! I bet you were just waiting for a big hard bit of meat to cram itself into your dirty hole, weren't you?"

Eve's feeble attempt to respond was squashed utterly as Vivian's fist drove through her snatch, causing the sub's entire body to shudder in bliss. Her juices were being produced overtime, slicking the skunk's arm heavily.

But even without being lubed very much, Audrey was easily pistoning in and out of Eve's tailhole, spreading her rectal walls without difficulty. Both of the herms moved with drive, wholly intent on being the one to bring the mouse to climax...and she could feel it coming right at her.

"Mis...Ah...I'm...aaaaahhhh....gon', gon'....!" The slut gasped. More and more her thoughts were becoming hard to pull together to form even a basic sentence, and she let herself fall into the sea of pleasure, drowning in it.

But it suddenly ended: her pussy seized up, doing its best to clamp down upon the fist plowing through it even as her ass did the same to its own brutal guest. Eve's thighs shook and she weakly clawed the cushions of the couch as she screamed in orgasm, small splurts of her feminine honey leaking out past Vivian's arm.

The skunk chuckled at the sight. "Whore," she scolded, sounding entirely amused. "You'll get off to anything."

"Told you she was," Audrey spoke.

"A victory for you again, Vivian," Calypso declared, a hint of admiration in her voice. "Perhaps your luck will change, Audrey; two losses in a row should be plenty of motivation for you to come roaring back, I think."

Eve tried to ask them to please pull out, to maybe get some rest before they did anything else--oh god, what she wouldn't give for a dozen hours of deep sleep--but the words just would not come together. Her mouth fell apart when she did manage to get something at all to come up from her tired throat, and the executives only laughed as she did a winning impression of a drug addict who'd been shot full of Novocain.

What was more important was that, deep down, despite how used she felt, she craved their fists pushing even deeper inside of her, violating her to no end. Sadly, all she could do was rock her hips backwards weakly.

"All right, the both of you pull out, and then get me a handful and drag the lazy sow over here," Calypso told them.

Eve was too out of it to pay any attention to just which of the herms brought her over, placing her at the dragoness's feet; she did manage a gasp as Vivian's and Audrey's arms were wetly withdrawn from her body, the schluck audible to everyone.

"Look at me, slave," the executive ordered, her tone allowing no room for disobedience.

Eve forced her head up, fighting back the exhaustion, and saw the dragon's cock was fully erect, glistening as it was rubbed down by Renee using cum the wolf had collected from Vivian's arm. Though her own cock was nearly as large, the foot-long beast that hovered over Eve's head was treated with a distinct reverence, and it made the mouse feel a twinge of fear inside of her heart.

"I'm lubed well enough and very, very aroused," Calypso told the slave. "Using just your hands, you will bring me to orgasm. You absolutely will not use your mouth, tail, feet, tits, ass, pussy, armpit, or any other part of your body to pleasure me, nor will you ask for help in doing so. Making me cum using only your two hands will be your final sex act of this evening. You have my word."

The promise of rest lifted the mouse's spirits; the sex she enjoyed in spite of her earlier hesitance, but she could only take so much before collapsing. Vowing to do better, she sat upright on her knees, her hands rising up and taking hold of the dragoness's cock.

It was hot to the touch, and Eve could feel it pulse, keeping pace with its owner's heartbeat...or her escalating lust. The rodent fondled her Mistress's balls with one hand while she steadily began pumping the shaft with the other. Calypso gave no visible response, not a shifting of the hips into her slave's embrace, not a throaty moan, not even a swish of her tail. She stood there, calm as could be while Eve worked what magic she could.

Sweat began to bead on Eve's brow. It wasn't very much at first, just a sheen, but the amount slowly increased in direct and inverse proportion to how tired her arms were becoming. Almost a minute had passed since she began servicing the herm, and still nothing more than a few beads of pre-cum had exited the cock. Growing a bit frustrated, and more than a bit afraid of failure, the mouse picked up the slack.

Her hand left the nutsack and joined its counterpart. Using them in tandem, she squeezed and twisted as she rode the shaft, hell-bent on getting the dragon to cum a gallon all over her face.

What Eve failed to notice was that her intensifying actions were indeed eliciting a response from Calypso. The herm tilted her head and gave a soft "Hmmm" of approval, her hips moving forward ever so slightly. Being the oldest of the lot, she had the most sexual experience...and the most depravity. She had fucked for so long and so hard, experimenting in bizarre and fantastic ways that a normal sex act hardly got her off anymore; the only reason she was even hard at all was because she had been imagining tying the slut up above the floor, her cunt crammed full with a large vibe while the dragoness thoroughly plowed her tailhole and assaulted her tits, ears filled with screams of pleasure.

The cock twitched, her balls readying to drench the mouse's face with a fresh, hot helping of herm essence. The others could see their leader steadily approaching her own climax, the signs all there: how she gently arched her back; how her shoulders lifted; how her tail stiffened. A few whispers began to circulate: how much would they bet on her utterly plaster the slut with her load? Promises of money were made as they paid closer attention.

At this point, Eve's hands were a blur. She forced aside the soreness of her muscles, paying heed only to the majestic phallus in front of her, eyes narrowed as she worked it like crazy, refusing to give up. She'd been given a command and she would stop at nothing to fulfill it.

As her hands slid down to the cock's base one last time, Calypso's orgasm hit. Her urethral slit widened and a veritable torrent of cum spewed forth. It smacked almost audibly into the mouse's face, hitting her right between the eyes and spreading in all directions. Another jet of it shot out, most of it hitting her in the right ear, and then a third blast nearly went up Eve's nostril. Her hands fell away as she basked in the afterglow, staring blissfully into space.

It took seven shots before the herm dragoness's balls were empty, her stance shifting to a more relaxed one as all the sexual tension had flowed out of her. Reaching down, she stroked herself a bit, wringing out the last few drops.

"An excellent show of effort, slave," she complimented Eve. "You displayed dedication and creativity in handling me. I like that in my toys."

Eve smiled faintly, though it was somewhat obscured by how caked with cum her face was. A sound reached her ears, causing her to blink in wonder, and she turned her head to see that Dandy was holding up her phone, apparently recording the whole handjob.

A sudden wave of horror rolled over Eve. Up until now, everything she'd had had been behind closed doors--highly scandalous and very illegal, but there had been no proof of the deeds beyond words, no pictures or video to prove just how slutty and filthy Eve was...

"Smile, bitch," Holly grinned. "Show us all how happy you are with a face decked out with our jizz."

Eve tried to speak, to ask what they were doing, why they were doing it, but no sounds would come forth.

"You see, Eve," Calypso explained, "you're our slave. Not just because we can fire you, not just because we fuck better than you, but because we can punish you. Terminating your job or using nipple clamps? Those are lightweight things for us. Real power comes from utterly owning someone, from having the ability to take away what they think they have and leave them stripped down to nothing more than a simpering, sad little husk. Oh, Eve," she crooned, leaning down and cupping the other's cheek in a strangely affectionate manner, "we aren't evil. We aren't monsters.

"But we also are not kidding. You will never understand what it means to be us. How much it excites us to control another person. Having a billion dollars is meaningless to us. Shuffling the riff-raff from one cubicle to another is meaningless to us. The only thing that matter in our minds is the power to make someone like you do whatever the fuck we want you to. If you like it, that's a bonus, but we get our way regardless: you're either destitute on the street or moaning between our legs, the choice is yours.

"Now, Eve, my little slave, what choice will you make: will you crawl out that door and into the cold; or will you surrender your very being to us? I asked you this question earlier, if you'll recall, but I don't think you understood the full gravity of it until just now. So what is your choice, slave?"

For a long moment, Eve looked at the phone and its small but dangerous camera. She thought of her life, how it was being cast into flames in spite of its harmless mediocrity, and how twisted and dominating these women were--

--But she also thought of the incredible pleasure, and the warped excitement, and how Beverly, her good friend Beverly, had been so sincere in wanting her to be there to share everything with her in servitude to the herm gang...

...And then she smiled at the camera, her tongue curling out of her mouth to lick a bit of frosting from her cheek as she fondled her breasts.

The End.