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It's been three days since I last saw Tal, he went to the party he never came back. Then again it's not like I've been lonely The Master stops by for his visits and there's always a servant to feed and clean me up, still it's not the same. I lay back on my bed and close my eyes then I start remembering the other night. I can see Tal's lusty expression from when I was jacking him off or his face scrunching up when he rubbed his cock against mine. The memory of his warmth and soft fur causes me to clutch my sheets and stir even more memories of how warm and slick we both were from the medicine. And I can almost hear Tal panting and stuttering while doing his best to talk dirty. But what I remember most is just the time we spent together, how his ears would perk up or droop depending on his mood, or how hard he tried to control his stutter when he got mad or excited.

Then may memories fade to black and out of the darkness those words ring back into my ear, "Cye. I-I L-"

"No!" I sit up and start look around the room I must've nodded off. So feeling some drool on my face I wipe it off then take a moment to look down and I see just how good my nap was. Then I start to feel bad, no bad isn't the word...Tal would know what the word is but I can at least admit to myself that bad isn't the word. As i look down at my hardon I can't help but wonder if maybe I should use Tal to "help" myself, but every time I try to I just end up feeling worse about myself so I just leave it alone. I look at the chains on my arms and legs and think back to our first escape attempt. I rattle them around to make sure that I am awake to remind myself that what I'm feeling now is real. That I had given up hope on anything better for myself, and for awhile I thought Tal did too, but every time I see him he had the same smile or concerned look for me. Then my mind drifts back to what he was going to say and I can't help but to feel a little hopeful. Seeing him makes me feel like I can keep going, or better yet I could escape, but still I can't let him say it. I won't let him. I'll never let him, because regardless of how he feels I don't really know how I feel. There are only two things that I do know without a doubt. First, all of this is my fault. And second in the end I'm no good for him; I'm broken that's all I am and all I'll ever be.

I know I want to jackoff to him, and the other night but I can't so I decide to turn my attention to something else. That's when I remember hearing that an auction coming up. The Master has been loosing his interest in me, and I'm not getting any younger, so I'm probably going next. The other day I overheard a conversation by two servants that were in here. They said the auction'll be in six months to open up the spring with. If I'm lucky I could get turned over to some old guy as a pet or maybe some lonely housewife. Though when you consider the trouble we've caused and the increase in the number of times food is brought to me then the only option left is that if I go to auction it'll be for my organs. So that I can keep some old rich asshole alive, and as I think about my short lived future my mind turns to back Tal and the questions start coming in. Should I tell him about the auction? Wouldn't it be better to just keep him in the dark? What if he already knows and that's why he let me do those things? That last question brings a familiar pain to my chest. The same kind of pain I got earlier when I tried to masturbate to Tal but couldn't.

I don't normally do this much thinking, especially about my future, so I can't help but be startled by the large clank of the locking mechanisms coming undone, giving me more movement, and the door begins to rattle from the outside.

When the door finally opens it isn't Tal that came through rather it was The Master. He's wearing gym shorts and a tank top so I can only guess that he just got done with his morning workout. He looks down at me with that damned look of superiority, "Were you expecting someone?"

My eyes go wide as I swallow a hard lump that formed in my throat. I couldn't help wondering if he found out about the other night and how, or if he did something to Tal and it was my fault. As all these questions kept coming to my head he speaks up and breaks my concentration, "Speak."

Speak normally means if you have something to say then do it without looking at me. Well for me it meant do it while looking at one place in particular so I angle my head to speak up into his crotch like a microphone, "I'm only expecting you Master."

He spots my hardon from earlier and steps on it. "So you're just eager to get started aren't you?"

"Yes I am."

"Good." He sits down in the recliner but not before dropping his shorts and underwear to the ground. "I don't feel much like moving and because it's still morning I'd thought I'd treat you to a nice breakfast of sausage and milk."

"You're not clever you horned bastard,"

"What did you say?!"

Before coming here I was told that lying is the best survival technique. "I said your such a kind and gracious."

"Then get over here and show me your gratitude."

I only get one chance to ask him about Tal so I have to do this right. I get down on my hands and knees then I start crawling towards him shaking my ass from side to side so he would get as hard as possible. When I finally reach him I place my nose right under his balls. The mixture of ball sweat, and swamp ass smells like a goddamned paper mill but I close my eyes and take it in stride. I do my best to run my tongue over his growing shaft and tightening balls .taking in as much musk, dirt and sweat as possible before pulling back.

"What is it?"

Because I'm not allowed to look him in the eye I stare at his hardening member and ask my question, "Are we understaffed? There's been a new servant in here for the past three days."

Before he gets too angry I pick up his massive shaft, stick the tip in my mouth and begin to lick the opening so I can get as much precum out as possible. His angered grunts turn into heavy sighs I can only assume he's pleased because he decides to answer my question, "Talim was caught stealing."

The shock of his answer forces me to pull my head back. He catches me accidentally looking up at him and grabs the back of my head to force his tip back into my mouth, "Yes before the party the other night it seems as though my sister took a final count of all the refreshments and noticed that we were missing a petite fours bring our count of 450 down to 449. With Talim being over five minutes late it wasn't hard to figure out what happened."

I waited for his grip on my head to loosen then I pull back to ask another question, "What happened?"

"Even someone of your intellect should be able to find out that he stole it, and ate it under the guise of cleaning you up. I doubt you had anything to do with it. So now my sister is giving him 'remedial lessons' on proper behavior."

I go back to licking his cock and I can feel him looking at me as I do my best to cover is cock in as much of my saliva as I can. I scrape the underside with my tounge and then lick around the flared tip before sliding it back down to the base before crawling back up again to suck on his cock's opening.

Pleased at my sucking he grabs my hair to pull my head back. With my mouth still hanging open he sticks two of his salty sweaty fingers inside and presses down on my tongue. "How about a deal? If you do your best and drain my balls with this slutty mouth of yours then I'll talk to my sister about releasing Talim. However if I feel like your mouth is lacking in any way or if I have to put any effort in this whatsoever then not only will my sister keep Talim until she feels he's learned his lesson, I'll have the pleasure of sending you to the Stables and let the horses have you." Stroking my cheek he smiles at me and asks, "Won't that be fun?"

I don't answer him, I just do what I have to and return to licking his mammoth shaft. I keep my ears perked so that I can hear when he grunts from me hitting a pleasurable spot, and I spend five minutes coating him with a mix of saliva and pre before he yanks my head back, "I'm getting bored and you're forgetting what's on the line. So if your done lathering me up how about you get to scrubbing me."

I look back down at his dick staring me back and he speaks up urging me closer. When I do his opening widens and he manages to squirt a little of his precum on my face. Forbidding me to use my hands to get it off he just laughs and orders me to lick and lap the stuff off as it falls from my face. After my embarrassing show he orders me to get back to work. I'm really not in the mood to deepthroat this son of a bitch so I wrap both of my hands around his cock and then place my mouth on his flared tip and push it in as far as it will go. I do my best to work my hands in sync with the movement of my head around his cock, and it all pays off as he begins to grunt and groan above me. I do my best to slide his shaft down my throat as easily as I can until I feel a strong grip on the back of my head.

"Ahhh Fuck!"

I know that sound, I know what it means, and if I could get up and stop sucking his dick I would, but I'm forced to hold still as The Master begins to shift and push himself up from the recliner. He takes his hands and wraps them around the my head, because of their size in relation I can barely see anything but I know what's coming next. The last thing I can clearly hear his feet sliding across the floor as he spreads his legs, and grips my head tighter than before. Try as I might I can't pull myself away from him, his grip is just too strong. So instead I close my eyes, clinch up my stomach, and do my best to relax my throat. And as his grip tightens even more around my head he starts to slam my face down to the base of his shaft.

My vision starts to go blurry and the room starts spinning around me. Even though the sound is muffled from his over-sized hands I can barely hear him say, "That's it! That's what I'm looking for! That feeling of tightness when you're choking on me! I just can't get enough!"

He pulls me back and slams me down twice as hard. I can feel my jaw almost dislocate and my throat burn each time he slams forward Regardless of how much pre or how much saliva I produce it's never enough to ease the pain, and as I begin to gurgle and scream around him the vibrations only turn him on more forcing me to try and pull myself off of him.

"You want air huh? Then I'll give you air you worthless piece of shit!"

This time when he pulls my head back he also pulls back his hips. Then before I'm ready he slams me back down, but this time he doesn't bother trying to hold me down; instead he starts to build up a steady pace. Because of this I've developed a habit of counting how many thrusts he does before he starts to speed up during a blowjob. Normally It's about twenty for each level so around the fifteenth I can take a huge breath of air because his movements get a little sloppy, or he's trying to keep himself from cumming. As always he pulls back on the fifteenth thrust. Believing that he's giving me enough time to take a breath, he catches me off guard and slams me back down to his base.

"What you didn't think I knew you counted? I told you I want you to choke on it bitch!"

He never said anything about wanting me to choke on his cock, but I don't have enough time to think about it as he speeds up to ten. His hips blur as well a my vision as he begins to destroy my insides through my mouth. Even at this speed the only thing that surprises me more than how he can manage to mash my face in harder with each thrust, is that I'm still conscious. My face starts to hurt and not just from the stretching, but because there's not an ounce of fat on him he's just muscle, skin and coarse fur so hitting up against his crotch is like hitting a brick wall wrapped in steel wool.

"Shit! I'm getting close! Swallow it all and I'll see that your little attendant is freed from my sister's care."

He goes at it faster without an ounce of care or concern for my well being. Finally for his last thrust he pulls all the way out leaving only his flared tip in my mouth then crams himself so far down my throat that I can feel a bulge in the shape of his cock. He finally lets out a long grunt and blows his load right into my stomach. My eyes begin to roll back into my head from the lack of oxygen but even as I begin to black out I can feel my stomach getting larger. With my stomach quickly filling up there's no where for rush of bull-spunk I'm taking in to go so it starts to creep up my throat and around his shaft to escape from my mouth. I try to think of anything I can and do my best to hold it in but that only makes matters worse as I feel his cum trying to find another way out.

"Oh ho what's this?" He must've noticed the cum backing up into my sinuses and coming out my nose. "As amusing as that is you'll have to take it all in if you want your friend back. Besides what's breakfast without a little milk?"

Without any warning he wraps one hand around the back of my head then uses his other massive hand to close my nose, and as I suffocate and gurgle around the swollen cock in my throat and the liters of cum being fired in me all I can hear is his laugh, and any pain or humiliation I feel is blocked out by a deep feeling of rage growing within me. As I start black out there's a part of me that wants nothing else then to die, but beneath all the pain and rage something else is growing within me something dark, something that wants nothing more than to see him dead. And as I begin to black out I have a vision of The Master lying on the ground in front of me with a growing pool of his blood soaking my...

My eyes snap open and I find myself lying on my side. Once I sit up I begin to feel just how much of a toll being deprived of oxygen takes on my body. My insides hurt, my body feels sluggish, but as I try to look around the room and examine myself I notice a few things. First my fur smells awful and it's sticky which can only mean that whenever he finished cumming he cleaned his cock off on me. Second my stomach is three times the size of what it was or should be.Third just barely peaking out from under the bed is something small and shiny that I didn't notice before and as i try to reach out and see what it is I hear a voice coming from behind me, "We're not done here. I've been waiting half an hour for you to get up."

I turn to see The Master sitting impatiently in his recliner. I decide to get on my knees and look down at the ground. As I hear his hooves knock across the ground I suddenly feel him pick me up and place me on the edge of the bed. He grabs me by the chin and cranes my neck up so that I am looking at him.

He takes one of his hands and starts stroking my belly, "My child looks so lovely in you. Shame you weren't a girl. If you were I would at least make some attempt to keep you even if it is the Stables or the Kennel. Seeing you like this reminds me that it's even more of a shame how easily all the girls would break after this kind of treatment for this long. So how about we give our 'child' some proper nourishment?"

Before I could even respond he wrenches my head open and shoves the tip of his dick inside my mouth again, "Drink up." Is all he says before he starts peeing down my throat. After seeing me try to pull away he grabs my head again with a vice-like grip and unloads down my throat. His piss is just as if not even more disgusting then he is. Still try as I might I can't pull away and so I'm forced to drink something that tastes so bad that I won't bore you with the details, all I'll say is that my eyes water and at the worst possible time as he decides to look down at me.

"Does drinking both my piss and my cum make you so happy you could cry?" With those words he finishes inside my mouth and pulls back from my mouth and pushes me back onto the bed. Left with little energy all I can do is cough and gag as I do my best to keep his pee and his cum from coming back up.

"Well that was...passable. You know with a mouth like that you'll make someone very proud to call you their toilet, or a cum rag if you don't mind being covered in jizz which we both know that you don't. Nevertheless, I got some nice reactions and seeing how you're still keeping it all inside I guess I can do you the favor of releasing your previous attendant."

I barely hear him as he grips the side of my hips and raises my ass up to wipe his cock clean between my cheeks, with no strength left I just lie there and let him do what he wants. After he feels like he's cleaned enough of himself off.he picks up his shorts and puts them back on. As he leaves the room he makes some comment or other about my ass then leaves the room laughing all the way.

After about ten minutes of lying lifeless on my bed I feel my stomach gurgle and I can't hold back any longer. There's a panel in this room that causes a toilet to shoot out of the floor. Not a real toilet mind you rather one of those kiddy toilets they use for potty training, The Master has a thing for enemas and watching me crap myself, but that's a story for another time. As I try to get up and move off the bed I notice that my legs can't move. Somehow someway when I was still blacked out after he finished peeing he must have readjusted the chains to keep me from moving away from the bed. I know I don't want to throw up because that shit can't taste better a second time, but still I can't hold it in. I try my hardest to yank the chain and see if that can undo the locking mechanism and give me just a few feet, but each time I move my throat keeps getting shorter and tighter until...

STOP!!!!

( A message from Noir Darkfaang: I'm really sorry guys I can't...I just can't. Let's go to the next scene. )

I look up at the clock on the wall to notice that it's dinner time. After everything that's happened today I can't really say that I have much of an appetite. From inside I hear the door handle rattle again and I can't help but have my ears perk up. As the door opens I'm greeted with the sight of Tal holding a tray and some fresh blankets, and from where I'm standing he seems to be okay. After setting the tray and blankets down he goes over to the panel near the door and activates the switches that loosen the chains from the wall. Now with some freedom and mobility I contain my excitement and try my best to be cool as I walk over to him.

I decide to tease him and put my hand on his ponytail, "Hey I thought I told you to wear your hair down when you come in here."

He acts like I'm not even here and grabs my arm, "Property should refrain from touching the staff."

Property? Property! That's the kind of talk I'd expect from The Master, or The Mistress, even other servants but never from Tal. I bite my tongue and to keep my composure, maybe he's mad about something so I press a little harder, "Tal, hey there buddy what's wrong?"

He goes back to his chores saying, "My name is Talim, and property of the mansion should only speak when they're addressed by either the Mistress or The Master. Tonight your meal consists of stew and bread. Eat now while I change your bedding. I have other chores to attend to."

I could almost stand being talked to like that, but when it comes from Tal, when he not only says shit like that but he won't even look at me while he says it angers me. I've had enough of this shit today so I grip him by the shoulders and throw him up against the wall, "What the hell Tal?! What did that Bitch do to you?!"

Before I know it a jolt of electricity courses through my body and sends me crashing to the ground. As Tal steps over me in order to take care of my bed he goes on about how because I'm property that I have no right to touch or speak to him, and how I should be more respectful to my owners. This...this isn't Tal. I don't know who it is but it's not Tal. So after laying on the ground for five minutes I stagger and do my best to get up with my body still numb wracked with pain from that shock. I prop myself up and reach out to Tal.

"Your damn right I have a problem! Tal look at me!"

I wish I never said that because I wasn't prepared to see what happened next. I will never forget the look in his eyes when he turned around and faced me. His eyes were dead and hollowed out. Their glossed over look seemed to be unable to focus on anything. I know these eyes I've seen them before, they're the eyes of someone who's dead inside. I reach out and pull him into a hug, and while clutching him tightly all I can do is apologize.

I pull him back and look at the blank expression on his face, "Oh my God...you can't see me can you? You're looking right at me but you can't see me! Tal it's me Cye...Cylen? Ring any bells?"

All he does is pull away from me saying, "If you are not going to eat then I will take your tray. Your bed has been stripped and made, and the timer on your chains was set to thirty minutes, and you have already burned through half of that time, so I will take your tray and leave. Seeing as how you have a concern with the way in which The Mistress governs the staff of this mansion I will inform her so that you can voice your opinion to her directly. Product 5772 if all of your needs have been met then I will take my leave."

I don't know if it was from the realization of what just happened or the the electric current still in my body but I fall back on the ground landing on my ass. I try to think of saying something as I watch Tal take his things and leave. As he turns out the light I realize that I may be left with one choice and I try to see if I can voice my feelings to him but the words never come out. All I can do is stretch my arm out in a pathetic hope of getting him to stay, but he doesn't see me do it. And as he leaves the room the light from the hallway begins to narrow until I am left in this room completely surrounded by darkness. It was in the darkness of that room that I cried for the first time in five years.

They did what I thought was impossible...they broke Tal, and now I may never get him back.