The Show
The master came into my hut unusually early that morning, quietly shaking me awake instead of the usual shouting and kicking that occurred of a morning.
"Get up, get dressed, and be quick about it" he said in a quiet, gruff tone. Drowsily, I fumbled for my pants, and after a few failed attempts, got them on and quietly headed out the door.
The master led me to the back yard of his house, which was of average size, and entirely enclosed by a high stone fence. To my surprise, five other male slaves were standing there already, all of them stripped naked. I gawked in shock for a few moments before the master prodded me roughly, ordering me out of my clothes as well. I hesitated for a second, but obeyed, tossing my pants aside, and joining the other males in line.
We stood there, shivering in the cool early morning air, like soldiers awaiting orders. As we stood there, I noticed three Furs standing in the shadow cast by my master's back porch awning. The one standing in front was a short, rather chubby badger, extravagantly dressed in a shirt of fine silks, with pants to match, and gold could be seen shimmering in the faint moonlight all over his body. The two Furs standing behind him were both extremely well built black bears, almost identical in both appearance and stature.
All three stood beneath the awning, the badger gazing at us with a look of devilish interest while his bear bodyguards seemed to be made of stone; standing completely still and facing forward looking at nothing in particular. I gazed at the Furs with apprehension for a few moments before my master's voice pulled my eyes away from them.
"Alright, I'm sure you're all wondering why you've been brought here, and then ordered to strip naked," He said in a voice that would have belittled the most prestigious general.
"Well, this Fur here," he gestured to the chubby badger "Would be the reason for that."
At my master's words, the badger walked forward along with the two bears. He said nothing, only smiling a very sinister smile and looking us over. His gaze made me shiver each time it passed over me. Now, it was rare that I was afraid of anything. At an intimidating 7'10" tall, and made of mostly muscle, I was usually the one doing the scaring, even if I didn't mean to. Something about this Fur, however, made my heart race.
He continued to stay silent, starting to pace down the line of other males and myself, his expression changing a bit as he gazed upon each one of us. As he approached me, his evil little grin widened and he came closer. As a possible buyer for a new slave would, he inspected me; my teeth, my coat, my hooves, the usual. Then, without any sort of warning at all, he grabbed my sheathe, kneading at it as well as my balls, looking them over carefully. I was in too much shock to even move, much less do anything about it, so I simply stood there, watching him as he continued his inspection.
As quickly as he had started, he finished, walking back to my master, and mumbling something to him. Very faintly I heard him say "The bull, I'll have that one..." I glanced down the line of other males, hoping that another bull had somehow made his way into the lineup, but I was disappointed. Frantically I began to look around the backyard. I knew it was a stupid thing to even think, but I had to get out of there! There was no way I was going with this deranged, groping badger and his lackeys.
Once again, though, I was wrong. As I turned around back the way I had been facing, I was hit...hard. I hit the ground, and saw the blurred image of those two bears standing above me with ropes in their hands before blacking out.
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I awoke what felt like days later, sore and quite disoriented. Slowly and with much pain, I sat up and looked around my new surroundings. Four dark, stone walls surrounded me, one of them housing a thick, steel plated door with a small window at the top of it. As I stirred, I could hear and feel chains binding my arms and legs, but they were long enough to allow me to stand up. Painfully, I did so, and looked out the window in the door.
From what I could see, I was in a hallway, a cell block of sorts, the walls lined with doors similar to the one I was behind. In the distance I could hear the sounds of guards talking, and if I listened hard enough, I could hear screams. The sound made me shudder like the fat badger had done, and I backed away from the door promptly.
For what felt like hours more, I sat there, somewhere between sleep and consciousness, until I heard the sound of a key turn in the lock of my door and the loud creaking that signaled the cell door opening. Squinting, I looked up to see a very tough looking tiger Fur standing in the doorway, looking down at me with a menacing scowl.
"Get up, scum. You've gotta job ta do."
I simply sat there, looking at him confusedly, and still quite disoriented, until he marched into the cell and pulled me up roughly, unlocking my chains and pushing me towards the cell door. I almost fell as he did so, but managed to keep my balance, and made my way down the hall as was directed.
Finally, we reached the end of the hall, coming to what looked to me like a dead end. As I took another look, however, I noticed the wooden beams and the steel box that made up the elevator. With an annoyed growl, the tiger pushed me roughly into the elevator, and chained me into it. He then walked out, and stood next to a panel holding two buttons, one red and the other green. He pushed the green one, and watched as the elevator lurched upward, making its ascent towards the unknown.
As I got closer to my destination, I could hear the sound of many voices, all seeming calm and casual. As I reached the top floor I was bombarded with a blindingly bright light, or it seemed bright to me at least. Gradually my eyes grew accustomed to the change in light, and I was able to look around a bit. I was still in the elevator box, but around me was what looked like a theater. The nearby guard unchained me, and guided me out of the elevator, pressing the button to make it go down afterwards.
I looked around me a bit more, taking in all of the so-called theater. I was standing on a large, semicircle stage, a blank, stone wall directly behind me, and another stone wall directly in front of me. This one however had a huge window, which ran the walls entire length, and half its height. What surprised me most though was the large group of Furs standing behind the window, looking at me. There was quite a diversity standing behind the thick, glass window. Dragons, rabbits, weasels, horses, if you could name it, it was probably standing there. There was also diversity in gender, and social class, ranging from quite poor, to what looked like the most prestigious of nobles.
As I observed the "audience" I heard the sound of the elevator returning back up to the stage. I turned to watch it rise, and was startled to see a human female standing, quite naked, in it. She was held on either side by a guard, and was struggling like a rabid animal as they dragged her onto the stage. Without any sort of finesse, the two guards dropped her onto the stage floor and then walked back to the elevator, disappearing as it descended once more. The guards on the stage then rushed over to the girl, grabbing her up, and chaining her to the stage. They then drew closer to her, their bodies obscuring my view of the girl, and of what they were doing.
What was occurring could not be hidden from my nose, however. The overwhelming smell of a female in heat began to fill my nostrils, and I felt my member instantly begin to respond. As that smell hit me, I realized exactly what was going on: These Furs had all come to see me mate with this human girl, and were apparently using any tactic to make sure I did just that. In any normal circumstance, I would have immediately tried to escape, but for every second the irresistible scent of heat filled my nose, more and more of my judgment slipped away from me.
I began to sniff at the air purposely, taking in all of the scent that I could, my member hardening and growing thicker every passing second. I looked down to the human girl chained a few feet away from me. She looked at me, then down at my large package, her eyes wide with fear, and astonishment. What little logic I had left told me that she was human, and had, more than likely, never seen a cock as big as mine, and that I should probably go easy when the time comes.
My occupied mind didn't even notice when the fat badger walked onto the stage, turning and looking at the audience, the same evil smile plastered on his ugly face. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests; it is my great privilege to bring you tonight's...heh heh...main event." I could hear chuckles at this last part.
"Now this fine specimen," he gestured towards me "hails from the plantation of my good friend, Danil. He knows how to grow em', eh?" Again, more laughter.
"And now, this lovely little thing," he turned and looked at the human, who gazed back at him pleadingly, but futilely "Is a gift from the slavers of the western country. And quite a generous gift, at that." He sneered at the girl, and looked back to the audience. "And you, ladies and gentlemen, get to witness her breaking in!" The crowd cheered as the badger exclaimed this, and took their seats. As the badger made his way off the stage he stopped beside me and mumbled low. "You had better make this good, or I might have one of the guards show you how to do it, properly..." I sobered up a tiny bit at that warning, and gazed back to the girl.
She was chained by her arms from the ceiling, the chains hooked in a way that kept her in a semi-leaning position whether she wanted to or not, and a high stool was placed below her for some support. She had given up struggling long ago, and was simply looking down at the wooden floor below. Behind my hormonally charged stupor, I could feel a twinge of pity, but it didn't last too long as another wave of scent hit me, coaxing the rest of my 14 inch long rod out. I let instinct take over then, bringing myself closer and closer to the girl. As she heard me approach, she looked up and that look of fear swept across her face once more. As I came closer she began to strain at the chains and murmured a faint "No...Please, no..."
I was deaf to her pleas now, however, and could only think of satisfying myself. I continued to come closer to her and stopped when I was standing directly in front of her. I looked her over with lust filled eyes, and gently ran a hand through her slightly matted auburn hair. My hand then wandered across her face, caressing her cheek gently, before both hands took a firmer hold on her head. At this change of pressure, she tried to pull away but I would have none of it. I grabbed hold of her hair firmly, and, with the other hand, began to pry her mouth open.
As the guards saw what I wanted, they immediately sprung into action, walking over and fastening a harness, equipped with a metal ring to keep her mouth open, to her head. As soon as the guards backed away I took my cock in one hand and began to guide it into her gaping mouth. She let out a small sob, and tried desperately to move her head, but my hold on her hair was too strong. Slowly I slid the thick head of my erection into her warm mouth, making what sounded like a low growl out of pleasure.
Slowly, inch after inch of my cock disappeared into her mouth until I could fit in no more without injuring her. With long, slow strokes I began to face-fuck her, my head tilted back a bit, and growls of pleasure escaping me. I could hear the faint sound of moaning coming from the audience behind me. I figured they couldn't help but enjoy some action as well. Either that or some of the heat smell had leaked into there. The sound of the moans seemed to spur me on even more, my thrusts into her mouth becoming faster, and harder.
Soon she was bobbing back and forth with some momentum from the force of my thrusts. She groaned loudly, trying to relay to me to stop, but the vibrations her voice made against my cock only made the pace more pleasurable for me. I could feel more and more of my thick rod sliding down her throat until almost all of it had made its way into her mouth. I could feel myself growing closer to release, and, somehow, so could the fat badger. He yelled at me to "Save it for the other end!"
I obliged immediately, and pulled myself out of her abused mouth, allowing her to breathe easier. I walked around to the back of her now, looking at her bare, smooth ass, my cock throbbing just thinking about being in it. I took and spread the cheeks apart with my hands, my thumb running over the puckered little hole of it. I heard her groan in fright as I did, so I decided I would make things a bit easier for her. I kneeled and slid my hand down towards her slightly wet pussy lips, spreading them open to allow me a good view of her beautiful little cunt.
Slowly, I leaned in closer to her pussy, taking in the scent of it, and rubbing my snout against it a bit. This got a shudder from the girl, so I rubbed a bit harder against her, using my tongue to lick lightly at her cunt, and up to the tip of her clit. She shuddered harder this time, her breath shortening. I could tell now that she was starting to like this. I then took, and in one fluid motion, swiped my wide tongue over the entirety of her sweet pussy. I could tell she was trying to hold back, but after another swipe she gave up and moaned long, and loud, pushing her cunt closer to me as if begging for more.
I didn't want to disappoint so I began to lick furiously at her now soaking cunt, long, hard swipes that brought a loud cry of ecstasy from her each time. I looked up from my work for a moment to see the audience completely transfixed by the spectacle, many of them rubbing at themselves, and a few more rubbing others. Some were even imitating me, sucking or licking at their partner in a torrent of pure lust. A light shove back at me from the girl reminded me that I had a job to do, so I returned to her cunt lapping at it ferociously, my tongue entering into her on more than one occasion. I could feel that she was nearing an explosive orgasm, so I doubled my efforts.
My tongue darted in and out of her, and licked at her swollen red clit with no mercy. Soon, her whole body stiffened, and she moaned, almost screamed, loudly, and a flood of her warm, sweet juices flowed into my mouth. I lapped them up hungrily, cleaning them off as quickly as they came. Soon after I stood up, and began to rub my rock hard member along her slit, making her moan despite her recent orgasm.
Hearing her moan made me want to be inside her all the more, to fuck her without mercy or hesitation. I did restrain myself, though, as hard as it was, and slowly pushed the fat head of my throbbing cock into her tight, unused slit. Her body stiffened in pain and she grunted loudly as I stuffed my large member into her. I too grunted, but from nothing but pure pleasure. Eventually I managed to get about 3 1/2 inches into her before hitting the thin film that branded her as a virgin. I leaned forward a bit and whispered softly to her, "Brace yourself, this will hurt, but I'll make it very quick." She looked back at me with a fearful gaze, but finally nodded her understanding to me. I nodded back to her and, with one quick, hard thrust, took her virginity.
She screamed out in pain, and her body writhed beneath me, but I would not pull out now. With short, quick thrusts, I attempted to get her used to the size of my cock, and the pain brought upon by her broken hymen, and slowly made the thrusts longer, and harder. Soon her cries of pain were replaced with long moans of lust filled ecstasy. She tiled her head back in pleasure, and began to meet my thrusts as I fucked her.
Slowly but surely, my thrusts became longer and harder until I was fucking her with wild abandon, pulling out of her almost all the way, only to ram myself back into her without mercy. Her lust filled screams were all I could hear, but as I looked up I could see the audience had gotten quite a bit feistier. Many couples were fucking now, aware of nothing but each other and that goal they both shared. Horses fucked dragons, dogs fucked cats, and rich fucked poor. There were even a few gay and lesbian couples in the mix. I couldn't help but grin thinking that my actions caused what may likely be the degrading of more than a few noble houses. I continued my work all the same, pumping my cock into this little human girl like a piston, my pace never slackening.
Finally I could feel my cock stiffening even more, my shaft filling to the brim with hot, thick seed, ready to explode into the pretty little human. With a few more, exceptionally hard thrusts, I blew stream after stream of my gooey cum into her, so much that it seeped out of her stuffed cunt, dribbling down her legs and pooling below her. She screamed like a banshee as I came, her own orgasm matching pace with mine. Finally my cum stopped flowing, and I simply kneeled there, totally spent. Her tight, virgin pussy had milked every last drop of semen from my balls. Wearily I looked up to where the audience was, and many of them shared my tiredness, and, amazingly enough, a few of them continued to fuck.
Slowly I stood, looking down at the human girl and watching as globs of my seed flowed out of her, mixed with her own fluids. The girl herself was as spent, probably more so than I was. Her head hung down, and her breathing was labored as if she had just run three miles. As I looked down at her, two guards came over to me, and guided me back to where the elevator was. I turned to look at the girl as they led me, watching as two more guards unchained her and carried her to a second elevator.
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Later, back in my cell, I thought about what had happened. My reasoning returned to me as soon as I had exited the theater, but I still felt no hint of remorse for the girl. She was forced to mate with me against her will, and very well might have been traumatized by my actions, and yet I felt absolutely no remorse. I was too tired to dwell on it long though, and quickly began to drift to sleep. As soon as my eyes shut, though, I was interrupted by the fat badger, storming into my cell, and practically embracing me.
"My boy, that was probably the most exciting session I've ever hosted! They paid me out the wazoo for it! You know, you were only a loan from old Danil, but after that, I think I might be willing to pay that 25,000 he wanted for you." I considered the badger's words carefully. Stay here? Be forced to mate with unwilling females for the entertainment of complete strangers?
Well, the idea did have a way of growing on me...