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Unnamed Mousie - Part 2: On the Job Training - Chapter 15: Pleasing Master

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I was so tired that I didn't even wake up when the wagon started to move, but slept until the guard untied my right paw and slapped my rump until I finally woke up and began to move. I untied myself and stowed the gear away still a little groggy. The assistant inspected and treated us one by one while the rest of us changed the wagon to its day configuration.

He smeared more of his slave into my cunt and tailhole. The sleep had refreshed me but my body was still very sore. And my bladder was so full I feared it would explode any moment. We started our warming up exercises.

Not long after the assistant finished his inspection of our orifices the wagon stopped. We got to step out for a moment and relieve ourselves at the side of the road. It was unusual to let us do this so early, but our master apparently knew that we (or at least some of us) had to drink a lot yesterday and would likely not be able to keep it in until lunchtime. The caravan was back on the road through the dense woods when we stopped for that short break.

We climbed back into the wagon and continued our position exercises. I still felt more than a little exhausted and my nether regions were rather sore but at least the exercises stretched and loosened up my limbs. After a while we switched to language lessons but as usual we continued to practice positions at the same time.

After a bell or so we stopped the exercises. The guards handed us our hoods and I put on mine. After a short wait one of the guards cuffed my paws behind my back. The wagons stopped and I was led outside. My collar was connected to the cuffs of the slave in front of me. The chain was so short that I had to stand hunched. Soon we were all connected together and the wagons started again.

I didn't really mind marching. If I hadn't been blindfolded I would likely have enjoyed myself. The weather was a little on the chilly side but it wasn't bad and when the sun shone on us it was quite warm.

"Kneel!"

I reacted without thinking and tried to obey the sudden command. By the time I realized that I was walking and about to be dragged along behind the still moving wagon it was too late. Maybe I could have gotten back on my feet, but I was far from the only one whose legs had obeyed automatically and the chain connecting me to the fur behind me pulled me off balance.

I screamed, we all screamed. Our screams were muffled by the collars, though and no louder than normal speech. It hurt! I was dragged over the gravel road and I could feel the pebbles dig into my flesh and tear at my fur. The chain attached to my collar kept my face from the ground but the chain connecting me to the furs behind me pulled my body down hard. The collar almost choked me.

It felt like forever before the wagon finally stopped. The whole front of my body burned and the air was filled with the stink of fear and blood. There were shouts from around us and groans of pain from me and my fellow slaves.

I heard our master shout commands. Soon the chains connecting me to the other slaves were disconnected. Suddenly I felt the leaden feeling as my vocal chords were paralyzed and the groans and whimpers of pain stopped. It was kind of eerie to lie there in pain, to know many of my fellow slaves were hurt as well and yet there was almost complete silence. If one listened closely, one could still notice the notes of pain in the labored breathing.

I could hear our master talk urgently to the officer of the Hessans but their voices were low enough that I could not make out the words. But I could tell that our master was angry, very angry and the officer was apologetic, even afraid. To be honest, at the time I didn't think about this much as I was in too much pain, but I remembered the exchange and I had a lot of time to think about it later. At first I was surprised by how afraid the officer sounded, after all he was talking to a commoner, though a rich one, but then I realized that our master must have had friends in high places and a word in the right ear might well hinder the officer's chances for advancement if not destroy them outright.

After a short wait I was picked up by two males and carried into the wagon. I couldn't see them, but I was pretty sure one of them was a Hessan and the other one a human guard. They untied my paws and laid me on my back. The guard pulled my arms up and crossed them behind my head. Then he spread my legs a little. A few moments later the leaden feeling engulfed my whole body as I was completely paralyzed.

I lay there and waited. The whole front of my body hurt badly. I was sure I had abrasions all over and several cuts. My left breast hurt especially badly and the scent of blood was strong enough that I was pretty sure my nipple had been torn off or something like that. I could hear several furs move around. Every now and then one of them muttered something and the occasional sharp breaths gave almost silent testament to the pain my fellow slaves were in.

After a while I could smell the sharp scent of hard spirits and the astringent scent of what was likely some kind of medicine.

I had to wait a while before anyone came to look at me. I quickly regretted when he finally did examine me. In hindsight it was good that I was completely paralyzed. I think it was one of the servants who washed my wounds. First with water, that was very painful but bearable, if only barely. But then he washed them again, this time with spirits. Fuck! That hurt so much I almost passed out. Had I not been paralyzed I would likely have thrashed around and hurt myself even more and I would have screamed until my voice failed. As it was I could only lie there and suffer through the treatment. At least I didn't have to listen to the screams of my fellow slaves.

Then the servant was done and I waited again while the pain slowly receded, at least back to the 'normal' level it had been before the wounds had been washed. After a while one of the assistants came to look at my wounds. He talked quietly as he rubbed a healing salve into the wounds. It hurt almost as bad as the spirits had.

If I understood what he muttered correctly my left nipple had been almost torn off. He put a different balm on that wound. I think it must have been a magical one, it hurt as much as the other one did but in a completely different way. There was a strange prickling feeling in my left breast and I thought that I could feel the flesh grow as it reconnected with the flap of skin and the almost torn off nipple with the rest of my breast.

When he was done inspecting my wounds he removed the paralysis from my limbs. He held a cup to my lips and I drank gratefully. It was a herbal potion. He told me to rest and I did. The herbal potion didn't do much to relieve the pain, but it did make me drowsy and soon I dozed off.

I was awoken some time later by a paw, a hand, shaking my shoulder. A few moments later the assistant told us to take off the hood. I did so and took stock of my body. It didn't look too bad. After how much getting patched up had hurt I had expected much worse and I was relieved that I looked surprisingly whole. My whole front was scratched up and covered with lacerations. My skin had torn in a couple of places and while the servant had cleaned the fur around the wounds I could still see bits of dried blood here and there. The cuts seemed to be covered with a glistening gunk that looked a little like glue.

But I didn't get much time to examine my body as we had to store the hoods and leave the wagon, which had stopped before I woke up. Outside we were led to the small pit to relieve ourselves. Then we walked to one of the other big wagons, where each of us was given a medium sized (about a foot by two in size but not very thick) pillow. Then we returned to the wagon.

We had to kneel in the spot where we usually slept, facing the center of the wagon. My shins and knees were scratched up but as I was allowed to kneel on the pillow it was not too painful.

After a short while one of the servants came in and put bowls filled with the usual gruel in front of us. When the assistant gave us permission to eat, I bent forward and began to lap up the gruel. At least my arms and paws were not hurt. After we had been fed we had to stay on our knees for the rest of the lunch break, which was not very long. They must have woken us well after stopping for lunch. As I waited I felt my desire rise once more.

A dozen Hessan soldiers entered the wagon. One of them stopped in front of me, opened the trouser flap and looked at me expectantly. I hesitated for only a moment before I leaned forward and began to lick his balls and shaft. I enjoyed his male scent and taste and it didn't take long before I could enjoy the taste of his plentiful seed as well. Afterwards he offered me a drink and I agreed to that eagerly. He gave me a pleased smile, closed the flap of his trousers and left, without having spoken a single word.

After the Hessans had left we were allowed to rest. I was told to lie on my back with my legs spread a little. I could rest my head on the pillow while my wrists were crossed above my head. The assistant inspected my wounds and put more healing salve on some of them. Then we were told to close our eyes and lie still.

This time I couldn't sleep so I just lay there and thought. With a little start I realized that I had not just enjoyed blowing that male's instrument, but that it had felt completely normal. Sucking off a stranger on command and drinking his piss had felt perfectly normal to me. Serving and servicing a male on command after a meal had become so completely normal that I realized that I would have missed it had I not had to do it.

Eventually I dozed a little.

One of the guards stamped his boots heavily to wake us up. We had a long language lesson with light position training. All the positions were easy ones that put little stress on our bodies, and particularly our front side which was where we were hurt most. I was certain that they did not do this to spare us from suffering pain, but most likely our master didn't want to risk that any of our wounds might open again and didn't want to risk marking our bodies any further.

Late in the afternoon we had one of the unpleasant pain tolerance lessons, but today they went relatively easy on us and concentrated only on those body parts that had not been hurt, like the back. Since I still had the marks on my collar I asked for and got some extra punishment. After that we had a 'rest' period, but again it was an easy one. I had to put on the hood, my paws were cuffed and pulled up over my head, so I had to stand straight but my arms were not pulled up so far that I had to stand on tip-toes.

After that we had another language lesson until it was time to stop for dinner. After being fed I had to put on the hood and kneel on the pillow. A Hessan soldier used me from behind. When he was done and I had suffered through the fake climax I cleaned him and drank what he offered.

The assistant examined my wounds once more and put more salve on them. I got a few sips of some herbal potion. While he did that the wagon was changed to the night setup. I was led to my stall and a guard helped me tie myself up. I got a 'soft' bed and lay on my back with my legs spread and my paws cuffed to the sides near my head. I fell asleep quickly.

The next day continued much as the day before had. We had long language lessons and all the exercises were easy so that they put little strain on our slowly mending bodies. Before the lunch break we had a long lesson on how to please a male with the mouth, lips or tongue. At the end of the lunch break we got another chance to demonstrate our skill on and for our Hessan protectors.

After a short rest the lessons continued. Later we got to exercise our cunt muscles once more. This time we alternated between using our finger or the wooden cunt plug. Once I even got to demonstrate my skill on the assistant's cock.

I must have done really well, he even commended me. Encouraged by this I asked, "Master?"

He looked a little surprised that I had spoken up, but he seemed more surprised than angered, "Yes, my little pet?"

I pointed at the mark on my collar and asked, "May I prove myself to my Master and maybe earn a little forgiveness?"

"You really want to get rid of that mark, don't you?"

"Yes, Master. I'll do anything."

"Anything?" He grinned up at me (I was still kneeling above him with his hard cock in my hot, wet and desperately eager cunt. "If you want I will think about it. But if I think you don't deserve the chance yet I will punish you, understood?"

"Yes, Master. Thank you."

"Now get off." I got up and went back to practicing with the wooden cock while the assistant went to test the skills of the next slave.

It was a little unusual that we got fed at the same time as the others ate their dinner as we usually had to provide entertainment for them. After the meal we got an opportunity to use the skills we had recently practiced. The Hessans spread their blankets on the ground and lay on them. I licked the wolf male's cock until he was reasonably hard and then I straddled him and had to bring him off using only my cunt muscles. It took a while, but I managed it. Unfortunately I came twice during the exercise. But the male seemed to enjoy himself and once he started spurting his seed into me I kept him going for quite a while. Afterwards I cleaned him up which required lapping up copious amounts of our juices.

Then I was paired with a cat female and we had to clean each other up.

It didn't take long before I found out why they wanted us cleaned up and our cunts dry, or as dry as they ever got these days. Our master offered us a chance to earn off our marks.

We had to stand with our legs spread wide in a half-circle so every one could see us. Apparently today's torture was only for females and only those with orange or worse marks, so there were nine of us standing there. The other slaves mingled with the Hessans and watched us.

Once we had taken our places, our master used his wand to paralyze us. Most of my body was paralyzed but I could move my paws and lower arms. I found that I could also move my upper arms and head, but only a little bit and it required a lot of effort as if they were stuck in thick mud.

"Today you get a chance to prove your dedication, but it will be painful. Very, very painful. I will not punish you in any way if you decline to participate." I knew that this wasn't really true. Well, he might not outright punish me, but declining would certainly be counted against me when it came to decide if and when the mark would be removed. And this would count doubly against me as I had outright asked for this chance.

"Your task is quite simple: All you have to do is to give us a little show as you pleasure yourself with a 'wooden man'." I assumed he meant the wooden cunt plug, which was carved to look a little like a male cock. "To make things more interesting, your toy will be 'spiced'. My assistant will give you a little taste of the spice and then you can decide if you want to participate."

It was probably not by chance that I stood at the beginning of our line. The assistant who approached me carried a glass jar full of a reddish substance. He stopped in front of me, poked a finger into the jar and held it in front of my muzzle. I stuck out my tongue obediently and licked the finger. I almost screamed as my tongue and then my whole mouth began to burn. Whatever the paste was made of was hot as hell. Probably pureed dragon peppers mixed with oil or something like this.

He poked the finger into the jar once more. But this time he shoved it into my cunt. It hurt so much that I screamed. The scream was high pitched but barely audible, they must have partially paralyzed my vocal chords.

The assistant grinned at me and then moved to the next female, repeating the procedure. This left me some time to think about what I should do while the pain in my mouth and cunt slowly receded a little. It didn't take me long to decide, or more likely I had decided beforehand that I would agree to it, no matter how bad. Still, overcoming my fear of such extreme pain wasn't easy. And once I had taken the decision it, I had way too much time to worry and to keep reconsidering my choice.

Way too much time, way too little. Suddenly the assistant stood before me once more. He held one of the wooden cocks and the jar, looked at me and asked, "Well?"

"Yes, Master. Please let me give you a good show."

"Very well." He shoved the wooden shaft into the jar several times and twisted it around to make sure it was completely covered with the hot sauce. He put it into my paw and guided my paw to where he wanted it and told me, "Hold it like this until you are told to start." Then he moved to the next girl.

I stood there and waited with the wooden cock in my right paw, the tip covered in the red gunk only an inch from the entrance to my cunt. As I waited my stomach knotted and my paws and feet grew slick with sweat (like most furs I sweat mostly on my soles and the palm of my paws). I could smell the hot spices.

Seven of the nine of us agreed to perform this task. The other two still got the wooden cock, but the assistant only put a little bit of the hot sauce on it. So they would still have to suffer, less than the others, but they would not get any credit for is. Bad choice, I think.

Once we had all been given our 'toy' our master informed us that we had to keep playing until he told us to stop.

Finally our master gave the command to start. I screwed my eyes shut, steeled myself as best as I could and shoved the wooden cock into my cunt as hard as I could. For a moment I felt nothing and then my cunt exploded with pain and I screamed. It felt as if I had been impaled by a red hot iron rod. My eyes flew open and it felt as if the sudden tears fountained out of my eyes. If most of my body hadn't been paralyzed I would never have been able to stay on my feet.

For a moment I could not move at all. I have no idea how I managed not to yank that horrible cock out of my center and throw it away. I have no idea how long I just stood there before I got my paws under control again. Slowly, little by little the pain became, if not less, then at least manageable.

I brought my left paw up to my breast and began to play with my nipple. And then I managed to make my right paw move the wooden cock in and out of my cunt. It was hard to do, especially when I had to push the thing into me, as every movement increased the pain. It was a long time before I could feel any arousal through the pain. Little, almost inaudible screams and other noises of pain escaped my lips every now and then.

Still, as I worked I began to feel the first stirrings of arousal and then my juices began to flow and slowly diluted the horrible gunk. Little by little the pain receded. I was off in my own little world, mostly because of the pain, my eyes were so full of tears I could hardly see anything. At some point I almost switched paws, but then I realized that the fingers of my right paw were now soaked not just with my own juices but also with the hot gunk. Playing with my nipple with them would not be fun.

The pain lessened but never stopped completely. The hot sauce had soaked into the wood too deeply to be washed off quickly. As my eyes dried I became more aware of my surroundings. I could see the faces of the watching furs well enough as they sat on the other side of the campfire. I could even read their emotions easily enough, or at least I imagined that I could. Our master and a few, maybe a quarter, of the Hessans looked at us with greedy eyes, enjoying our pain, as did a few of the human guards. The others likely enjoyed the sight of a female pleasuring herself but most of them seemed to pity us. A few seemed outright disgusted by the horrible pain we had to suffer for their enjoyment.

I wasn't the first to finish, but the female cat who beat me did so by only a few moments. While we had been almost completely silenced during the whole of the punishment my squeals of (false) pleasure were not muffled in any way. I don't know if it was only the contrast to the silence before but they seemed unusually loud to my own ears.

Being among the first to climax might earn me a few more points from our master but it had its own problems. Since I had to keep pleasuring myself I had to suffer through several fake orgasms. I slowed my efforts a little, but I didn't dare to stop or slow down so much that it was obvious.

Needless to say, I was very relieved when the last of my companions finally screamed out her pleasure and our master told us to stop minute later. We had to clean off the wooden cocks. It burned my tongue and lips but after all the pain I had gone through that was barely worth noting. I wondered how they would ever really clean it, I could probably have sucked on it for hours without getting the taste completely out of the wood.

At least the pain paid off. Three of the others and I had the mark lifted, or more exactly had the orange mark reduced to a green mark. The constant constriction of the collar eased. I hardly noticed much of the time, but the sudden charge was still very noticeable. I felt extremely proud of my achievement when our master touched his wand to my collar and commended me on my performance.

Of course he couldn't let it be with that and he had to add a nasty comment on how I should learn to pleasure others, not just myself. I was extremely pleased when that earned him a few hard stares from Hessans who had been with me in the last few days.

That ended the evening. We were allowed to use the jacks and then we climbed into the wagon. I lay down in my stall and put on my hood and one of the guards locked me up for the night. Once more I got to lie on my back in a relatively pleasant position with my legs spread and my arms chained to the wall above my head. The soft bed was gone, but at least I did not get a hard one either.

A short while later someone climbed into my stall and lay down beside me. When he breathed in my direction I recognized the scent as belonging to one of the assistants. He opened the buckle that held the hood in place but he did not take it off. He just lifted the flap over my right ear, presumably so I could hear him more easily.

Suddenly one of his fingers slipped into my wet cunt and explored it for a bit. I blushed in sudden embarrassment when I heard a slurping noise and the comment, "Spicy." He rubbed my juices over my nose. They still contained enough peppers to burn the sensitive skin. Then he touched the finger to my lips and I licked it clean. Spicy indeed. Suddenly I regretted that I had not gotten a chance to taste any of the other females' juices after our self-punishment.

He played with my nipples for a bit. Then he bent close and spoke quietly directly in my ear, "Soon you will be offered another chance to please the master. I suggest you think carefully if you want to take the first chance or if you wait a little longer until you are better trained in how to please him. And think carefully on how to please him when you do. I don't think I have to tell you what will happen if you fail a second time, do I?"

I shook my head minutely. "Good. Then think carefully on this. Good night, my little pet." I mouthed a 'Thank you, Master'. The assistant pulled down the ear flap and closed the buckle once more. He patted my cheek and got up and left.

After that announcement there was no way I could fall asleep quickly, I was way too excited. I wouldn't have fallen asleep too quickly anyway. While the activities of the day had not been strenuous I was more than a little exhausted, but my cunt still burned, both with pain and with frustrated desire. It wasn't really bad but it wasn't pleasant either.

I though carefully about what to do. The first problem was whether I should accept the first chance to redeem myself or not. I decided rather quickly that I would take the chance. For one I had no idea how long I would have to wait for a second chance. And refusing could be interpreted as a refusal to serve our master. The assistant had said that they wouldn't see it that way, but I was sure that in some way they would. Besides I was supposed not just to obey our master but to be willing and eager to serve.

Once I had made this decision came the next problem on how to best please our master. He had given me some leeway in how to please him the first time and from what the assistant had said I assumed that he might give me even more the next time, if just to see how far I would denigrate myself for his pleasure. It certainly could not hurt to make plans for that eventuality. If he didn't leave it up to me any plans were moot anyway but if not I needed to be ready.

The first problem was to find something that would excite and arouse him. And unfortunately I didn't know him well enough to come up with much there. Equally unfortunately the only thing I was reasonably certain about would not be pleasant for me: He obviously enjoyed inflicting pain.

The other issue was that he had only come when he fucked my tailhole. I didn't know if that was because he really liked to do that, because it was the last of my holes that he used or if it was because he had hurt me as he used me this way. Since I couldn't really come up with more ideas I spent a lot of time musing about the ways to use this to please him, preferably without getting hurt too badly in the process. I considered the problem for a long time until I finally fell asleep.

The next day started normal enough. I was woken up and partially untied. I untied myself, stowed the hood and restraints away and then helped to transform the wagon into its day setup. Then we started our warm up exercises, they were still easier and less strenuous than before but less than they had been yesterday. The assistant examined each one of us and put more salve on some of the wounds. After a while the wagons stopped and we went outside to relieve ourselves.

Then we continued with the usual exercises, language lessons with light position training. By now I could understand Peshan quite well, at least when it was spoken clearly and slowly. We did not get a lot of chances to use it, outside the lessons, but the guards used the language when they talked among themselves and by now I could usually make sense of what they said. I couldn't speak much, but then we didn't get a lot of practice speaking, apart from the few phrases of slave babble like "Please, Master!".

Not long after the lesson started the assistant whispered something in the ears of a cat female in the row behind me. She nodded, got up and left the wagon in the company of one of the guards. I wondered what that was about, but then I realized that she had been one of those who had her mark reduced in severity yesterday evening. She must have been given a chance to please our master! Suddenly I was extremely excited, so much that I was distracted when the assistant asked me a question, which earned me a few hard licks on the rump. After that I paid much better attention to the lesson.

After a while, maybe half a bell, she returned. She seemed to be in a lot of pain, at least I saw her wince more than once as she climbed into the wagon and returned to her place. But her eyes were glowing and there was a barely suppressed smile on her lips. She must have managed to please our master and had earned relief from her punishments. I would certainly feel like jumping for joy if I earned the privilege of enjoying sex once more.

Some time later the assistant approached me and crouched down. My stomach suddenly lurched as I was torn between terror and hope. In a quiet voice he asked, "Do you wish to serve the master?" I nodded and he gave me a wry grin, "Then go."

I got up and jumped out of the wagon. I followed one of the guards forward until we reached the master's wagon at his usual place at the front of the caravan. The guard opened the door and I scrambled up the stairs. The door closed behind me with a finality that reminded me of the gates of a great mausoleum.

I looked around quickly. The inside of the wagon looked pretty much the same as it had the last time. Our master sat on his chair while one of the rodent femmes was tied up and hooded. This time she hung from her arms and legs, the legs were spread wide and up pulled close to the wall. She 'sat' on a large looking butt plug that was attached to a strut a few inches from the wall. Around the base of the plug was a kind of cup made of metal. Actually there were two of these, one inside the other and both had jagged edges at the top. I could tell that her muscles were straining to keep her body high enough up so the sharp metal would not dig into her ass. Angry red marks that circled her tailhole spoke of her inability to hold up her weight for long. It looked like a very unpleasant position, especially if one had to hold the position for a long time. Her front, particularly her tits, showed signs of recent whipping. I shivered at the thought of having to suffer such torture.

But I dared not spend more than a moment on her plight. I approached our master and knelt in front of him, paws on my thighs and eyes downcast. As I waited for him to acknowledge my presence his unpleasant scent assaulted my nostrils once more.

Finally he asked, "What do you want, pelt?"

Being called that hurt, but I could not let that stop me, "To serve you, Master. To serve, to please and to pleasure you, Master."

"Why?"

Why? I wondered what to answer for a moment, "I am your slave, Master. Serving and pleasing you is my duty. And my pleasure. My reason for being. Please let me serve you, Master." That might have been laying on a little thick.

But it seemed to please him, at least for the moment. He wiggled his feet and I leaned forward to lick them and beg to be allowed to serve him. The horrible stench and taste of corruption was there, faint but impossible to ignore. I couldn't be sure but it seemed stronger than the last time. Still, I had to continue as if nothing was wrong, no matter how nauseous I felt or how unpleasantly my tongue prickled.

It took several minutes of really unpleasant licking of his feet before he finally said, "You may serve me, worthless cunt."

"Thank you, Master." I returned to the normal kneeling position.

"You failed to please me last time. How do you propose to do better today?" After a moment he added, "Cunt, look at me!"

I looked up at him and cringed a little at the way he leered down at me. I swallowed hard and asked, "Did you enjoy watching me pleasure myself yesterday, Master? Did you like it when I mixed the hot sauce with my juices?"

"Hmm, yes, yes I did."

"I would love to please you that way, but I don't know how I could do it without hurting you. Is there a way?"

"Hmm. I like the way you think." His grin widened, "You may be a cunt, but perhaps you're not a stupid cunt." After a few moments his grin became even more cruel and he added, "Yes, my little pelt. Yes, there is a way."

I cringed inwardly. To be honest, I had suggested this mainly to impress on him how far I was willing to go but I had not expected him to actually agree to this. But having suggested this, I could not back down, "Please show me how to pleasure you this way, Master."

"Are sure you want to do this? It will probably be quite painful."

"Yes, I know, Master. But if it pleases you I want to do it."

"Yes, it would please me. Open the lowest drawer of the left cupboard." I turned around and crawled to the cupboard on the left side of the door. I opened the lowest drawer. In the center lay a wide belt. At least it looked kind of like an extremely wide belt. "Take the belt. Select the biggest cock that fits you comfortably. The 'cocks' are on the left side."

"May I try them?"

"Of course, my pet."

On the left side of the cupboard were several wooden 'cocks' of various size and on the right side were several butt plugs. I picked up the largest one. It was extremely big, bigger than the male pole of the canine who had used me on the first day. I poked it at my cunt and decided that it would fit. Well, I would be able to get it into my cunt, hopefully without tearing anything, but it wouldn't stretch me further than I would like.

"Show me." I held up the wooden cock. My master considered it for a moment and then decided, "No. Take the next one." I breathed a sigh of relief at that. I was sure my master enjoyed causing as much pain as possible so I was quite surprised at this decision. The only reason I could find for this was that he might fear to wound me. Well, if the skin in my cunt tore, they might have to stop using me until it healed. For a moment I enjoyed the thought, but only for a moment. I liked to be used, at least when I was allowed to enjoy it. I could just imagine my master lifting the curse that prevented me from having a normal orgasm and then forbid me from having sex until I was healed. I shuddered at the thought.

There were also several metal cup-like objects in the drawer but they had a large hole in the bottom. I wondered what they were for but then I remembered the 'cup' on the butt plug in the rodent's ass and shuddered.

At my master's command I brought the items to him and laid them out on the bed. Actually the 'belt' was more like a harness. There was a wide belt for the hips and two smaller ones for the thighs. At the front was a kind of apron. It had one hole for the wearer's cock. It wasn't just a hole, but there was a short tube that would protect the bottom inch or so of the male shaft. There were two metal disks with a big nub, kind of like a rivet, one above and one below the hole. At the bottom of the wooden plug was a matching hole. So this thing would allow the wearer to fuck both holes at the same time and it would allow him to chose in which he used his own cock, no matter which way the female he used faced.

"The pot with the spicy sauce is in the top part of the cupboard." I fetched the pot and put it on an empty spot on the shelf next to the foot of the bed.

Next I had to fetch what the master called a 'trainer'. It was a kind of harness for the head. It didn't cover the eyes and ears like the hoods did, but it had leather flaps for both that could be detached. There was also a strap to attach a gag, it had the same kind of rivet as the harness for the male part. At my master's direction I took the third largest wooden cock from the bottom drawer (the largest one would probably have dislocated my jaw and suffocated me, while the second largest was already destined for my cunt or tailhole).

I flattened my ears against the skull and put the 'trainer' on. Then I tightened the straps as much as I could and buckled them. Very reluctantly, I must add, the insides of the leather straps that made up the 'trainer' were covered with little metal nubs that dug into my skin. This hurt, especially on my ears. But my master had commanded me to make sure it was really tight and I didn't dare to disobey. Which was a good idea as he checked the straps and was satisfied with their fit. I attached the wooden cock and the flaps for the eyes but didn't close them yet.

While I had crawled around to fetch the various items I had seen the whips hanging from the wall. I debated for a moment if I wanted to add yet way for our master to cause me pain. I finally decided to go for it, unless he decided to flay off my fur the extra pain would hardly matter compared what my cunt or ass would already feel. And it might make our sadistic master that extra little bit more aroused. I pointed at the wall with the whips and asked, "Master, would you like to play with me while I service you?"

"Yes, that's a good idea. Why don't you pick a toy for me, little cunt?"

"Yes, Master."

"Careful. A slave never takes a whip into her hand, unless her master explicitly commands her to. She carries it in her mouth or if that is not possible, balances it on the backs of her hands."

"Yes, Master." I looked over the various whips and finally selected the cat-o-nine-tails. I had to stand up to reach it with my muzzle. I gently grabbed it with my teeth, got down on my knees again and crawled to my master. I dropped the whip in his lap. Something made me stay and look up at him. After a few moments he picked up the handle and asked, "Want to feel it, pet?"

"Yes, Master."

He raised the whip, waited and then he brought it down hard on my back. I grunted from the sudden pain. The light leather straps and especially the tiny knots in them did hurt. The pain was not really bad, but he had only hit me once. He whipped me a few more times concentrating on different spots on my back. His grin widened a little with each hit. With his robe closed it was a little difficult to tell, but I was certain I could now smell his arousal. He lowered the whip and asked, "Do you enjoy the pain, little pelt?"

My mind raced, searching for an answer, or more correctly, for an answer he would like to hear. The easy and obvious answer was to agree, of course. If I declined, on the other paw, it might make him enjoy the torture more. In the end I tried another way, "Does it matter, Master? I will gladly bear this or worse if it brings you pleasure and makes you smile."

My heart raced as I waited for a sign from him. He put a finger of his left paw, hand, under my chin and lifted my muzzle so I had to look directly at his face. And while I was distracted by this he brought the whip down hard on my back, extending it so far that the strands wrapped around my rump and a few even dug into the sensitive skin between my cunt and the tailhole. I squealed at the surprising pain. My master definitely enjoyed that. He chuckled, "Yes, you are right, my pet. It doesn't matter much if you enjoy this. I certainly do enjoy playing with a cunt."

After a moment he commanded, "Let's get started. Open the jar and stick the 'cock' in. You want it to be well soaked so you can properly enjoy it, don't you?"

"Yes, Master." I opened the jar and stuck the wooden shaft into the paste. It stuck out almost three inches, but that would not make much difference later on. This close the smell alone almost hurt my nose.

He points at the bottom of the bed and commanded, "Take the gray roll and spread it over the bed." It was a roll of oil cloth, obviously he didn't want to get any of that gunk on his bed. I spread it over the bed. It covered most of the bed.

He opened his robe and commanded, "Suck me until I'm hard, cunt!"

"Yes, Master." I crawled forward and began to lick his balls.

But he apparently didn't like that, "Suck!"

I obeyed and took his floppy cock into my mouth and began to lick and suck it. I had to bury my nose in his fur to do this, which meant that the only air I could breathe was full of his stench. It didn't take long until my stomach felt queasy and my tongue and lips prickled painfully from his taste. He responded to my ministrations, but slowly, terribly slowly. As it had before, his scent and taste, while extremely vile, still excited me like crazy. Suddenly the whip came down on my back, biting into my fur. A muffled squeal escaped my lips and my eyes flew open.

My master grinned down at me and then he pulled the flaps down over my eyes. As I continued sucking at his loathsome pole I noticed that his scent had changed minutely and he had grown a little bit. He actually got off on hurting me! He continued to whip me, varying the pace to give me no chance to anticipate the blows. There might be a long pause between the strokes, then he hit me two or three times in quick succession. As he continued to torment me I noticed that he seemed to particularly enjoy my little screams and moans. So I became more vocal in voicing my pain. It worked. It still took much longer than it should have, but he was growing and getting harder by the minute.

"Stop." I stopped sucking but kept his cock in my mouth. After a few moments our master pushed my head back. He opened the flaps that covered my left eye and ear and commanded, "Get up." I obeyed quickly. He stood up, took off his robe and hung it on a peg.

"Pick up the belt and put it on me." I did as he commanded. Then, following his instructions I put the wide belt around his hips, buckling it loosely. Then I carefully threaded his mostly hard cock through the hole and then buckled the two smaller belts around his thighs. He lay down on the bed. I arranged the apron so it would fit him and cover him properly and then tightened the belts until they were snug.

"Now, this is how we will do this. Suck me until I am really hard. Put the gag in your muzzle and strap it in, tightly. Take the 'cock' and attach it to the lower attachment point. This one." Here he pointed at the big stud that adorned the apron a few inches south of the hole from which his cock protruded. "There are two buttons at the base. Press them together when you insert the stud into the hole and then release them. Be careful." He didn't have to say that twice. I didn't even dare to think about what would happen if I got some of that painful gunk on his cock.

"Position your body above me, facing away from me." So I would have to take the painfully hot pole in my cunt while he fucked my ass. No big surprise there. "Close and lock the flaps over your eyes and ears. Get me into your stinking hole and try to please me. Once I am properly settled, cross your wrists behind your neck."

"Start."

I almost did, at the last moment I noticed that he had dropped the whip on the chair on which he had sat before. I picked it up with my teeth and dropped it on my master's stomach and pleaded, "Master, please play with me."

He looked pleased by this. I didn't want to be beaten any more than I had to, but I might need the extra help to get him hard. I crawled on top of him, knees and legs on either side of his body, took his cock in my mouth and began to suck it. It didn't taste any less vile than before but with the heavy leather apron between his body and my nose at least I didn't have to breathe his stench that much.

By the time I finally got him fully hard I was really glad that I had thought about the whip. Even with that extra help, and I could clearly feel and taste the effect of the pain he inflicted on me, it took a long time before I finally got him hard enough. By then my whole back and rump burned from the whipping. Even my cunt had been hit several times.

I decided that he was properly hard and lifted my head off his cock. I gave the head a few last licks, pretending to a reluctance to stop this that I didn't feel at all and sat back on my haunches. I put the wooden cock in my mouth to gag myself and strapped it tight. It was big, not quite as big as some of the males, but big enough to fill my mouth completely. And long enough to poke hard at the entrance to my throat so that I found it a little difficult to breathe. I would not suffocate, but it would not be pleasant.

Then I got up and padded over to the shelf where the other 'cock' was marinating in the horrible gunk. I pulled it out of the jar and carried it gingerly over to where my master waited. As I turned it around and attached it to the big stud some of the sauce dribbled down on the fingers of my right paw. Luckily I noticed it and I was careful not to touch my master with this paw or to bring it too close to my eyes.

I knelt over my master and scooted back until my body was directly above the two shafts. Closing the eye flaps was a little difficult as I had to be very careful with my right paw.

And then I could not put off the painful part any longer. I took a deep breath, well as deep as possible, given how difficult it was to breathe, and steeled myself as much as I could. Which wasn't all that much, my body remembered the horrible pain all too well and a shiver that shook my whole body ran down my spine.

I reached below me to steady the two poles, careful to use my left paw on my master's one. And then I started lowering my body down on them. My master put his hands on my rump and adjusted my position a little. What he didn't do was help me any further, such as by spreading my tailhole.

One issue I quickly found was that the wooden 'cock' was quite a bit longer than the real one of my master, which meant that I had to slide it into my cunt well before he entered my rear. Which meant that I could not get it into me quickly. I howled when the tip made its first contact with the inside of my cunt and slid in a couple of inches until the other tip poked at my rear entrance.

Controlling my body got more and more difficult as the pain increased from very bad to almost unbearable. Tears ran down my cheeks and almost continuous groans, whimpers and the occasional muffled scream escaped from my muzzle. Once the tip was firmly wedged against my rear I could use my paws to spread my hole a little. I increased the pressure and finally the tip of my master's pole slipped into me. I howled as the pain from my cunt suddenly increased. I tried to get him all the way into me as quickly as possible, but now my master's hands hindered me, only allowing me to lower my hips slowly, inch by inch.

Finally my rump touched my master's lap. My body was trembling and I was crying almost constantly. I hardly noticed when my master removed his paws from my rump. I was in so much pain I could hardly think but somehow I remembered to lift my arms and cross my wrists behind my back. The constant pain and lack of air sapped my strength. After resting for a few moments I managed to lift my hips a few inches. Dropping myself back down was easy but I had to overcome my reluctance of getting the burning shaft deeper into my cunt.

I began to ride my master. After a while he began to hit my back with the whip every now and then, but I hardly noticed. Compared to the burning pain from my cunt the strokes of the whip felt almost like caresses.

I can't really say how long it took to get my master off. By then my throat was raw from all the screaming and my legs trembled with fatigue. The incredible pain had one small advantage, it helped me keep my own arousal in check and I only climaxed when my master's seed shot up into my rear passage. I almost collapsed when the fake orgasm hit me. Somehow my pain seemed to double. But at the same time I felt elated, I had (hopefully) pleased my master enough that he would allow me to enjoy sex once more.

I wanted nothing but rest, but I couldn't, not yet. I didn't dare to rest, I had to keep going until my master told me to stop. And so I did, getting quite a few more squirts our of him and suffering through several more fake climaxes. I was really, really glad when he finally told me to stop. I sank down and sat on his hip for a moment. When I tried to lift myself off the shafts that impaled me so painfully, he stopped me with a touch. A moment later I felt a strange feeling course through my body. I couldn't place it, but I thought it meant that he had used his wand on me.

"Did you enjoy that as much as I did, my little pet?" His voice mocked me. I wanted to scream in anger and protest, but I didn't dare to do anything but nod.

"Good. Want a bit more? Want to feel how that spicy cock feels in your ass?" I groaned but nodded.

"Have fun." His hands indicated that I should lift my rump. I did and then he guided my hips forward and downward again until I felt the wooden cock poke at my tailhole. Just the light touch was enough to light a fire under me. His hands released my rump and I let my hips sink down and I impaled myself on the seemingly burning shaft. It was bigger than my master's shaft and stretched me painfully wide and filled my rear entrance completely. My tailhole burned, it hurt a lot, but compared to how my cunt hurt it was hardly noteworthy.

Well, at the beginning anyway. Each time I lifted my hips and let them fall back down the pain in my rear got worse while the intense burning in my cunt slowly faded to a dull throbbing pain. After a few thrusts my master began to 'play' with my back once more. The skin on my back was rather tender by now but he didn't hit me all that hard, so it wasn't too bad, at least compared to the pain from my burning lower entrances.

It did not take me long to come. And this time it was glorious! A real climax, not that fake crap. I squealed in pleasure. If felt so wonderful, but by now my strength was almost spent and I dropped down to impale myself fully on the huge cock. It hurt, the cock was so long my rump hardly touched the leather apron below.

Suddenly I screamed into the gag. My master hit me hard, twice, letting the whip wrap around my sides to dig into the sensitive skin on my breasts and into my nipples, first on the left and then on the right side. And then he hit me twice more, this time wrapping the strands of the whip around my hips to hit the wide spread lips of my cunt. The pain was incredible, even horrible but at the same time wonderful. I climaxed both times, hard and sharp, each climax better than the last but still over in a moment.

I sat there on my master's thighs, trying desperately to get a little air into my tortured lungs and to control my limbs. I barely managed to keep my arms in place and stay more or less upright.

My master let me rest for a bit and waited until my breathing slowed to a somewhat normal pace before he commanded, "Open the blinders and remove the gag." I obeyed gratefully, fumbling at the buckles with trembling paws. "Get up. Go forward."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." With the help of my arms and a little push from my master I managed to lift my hips off the wooden pole and scrambled forward quickly. I didn't want to risk getting any of the painful juices on my master. Not because I wouldn't have enjoyed that, I would have gladly stuffed his male organ into the jar and left it there overnight, but because I was certain that I would be punished horribly if I did.

I almost fell over when I climbed down from the bed, but I caught myself and stood there with trembling legs. He let me rest a moment and then commanded, "Take my belt off." At his direction I unbuckled the three belts and then lifted the whole thing, carefully holding it so the hot gunk would not touch my master. He scooted back and into a sitting position while I placed the belt at the foot end of the bed.

"Come here and clean me up."

"Yes, Master." I climbed on the bed and crawled forward until my muzzle was directly above his still hard cock. I lapped and sucked at it eagerly, hardly minding the unpleasant taste of my shit or the more unpleasant taste of my master.

After a while he pushed my head away and commanded, "Clean the belt. Start with the apron and finish with the pole."

"Yes, Master." I began the unpleasant task of lapping up the hot gunk. The sauce had been somewhat diluted by my juices and my master's cum but it was still way too hot. Soon my tongue and mouth hurt almost as much as my cunt had, still did. My eyes watered and almost constant whimpers of pain escaped my lips but I did not stop. I had managed to please our master at a high price but I knew that the smallest mistake or refusal to obey could undo all the effort.

I felt the bed move as my master got up. Suddenly he pushed my head down on to the still soiled apron. My nose exploded in pain when the hot juices touched the wet skin. I also got a lot of that gunk on the fur of my muzzle. He just grinned down at me and turned away. He put on his robe and sat down on his chair and watched me.

When I started to lick at the wooden pole my master asked, "Can you take that into your muzzle, little animal?"

"I don't know, Master."

"Then try. I'm sure you can. If you try hard enough."

That was as good as a command, so I just answered, "Yes, Master." I opened my muzzle wide and wrapped my lips around the big wooden shaft. Even with my jaw open as far as it would go it barely fit into my mouth. Pushing my head downwards it slid into my mouth with some difficulty. And it burned the roof and sides of my mouth. When the tip touched the back off my mouth my lips were still several inches from the bottom.

"Touch your lips to the metal base."

I raised my body higher and breathed deeply. Then I deliberately overbalanced so most of my weight rested on my head, forcing the shaft deeper into my throat. I howled in pain (well muffled, of course) as the tip forced my throat wide and slid an inch or two deeper. Suddenly I felt my master's hand on the back of my head and then he pushed me down with all his strength. The horrible pole slid deeper and deeper. He did not stop pushing until he had ground my nose into the metal disk to which the shaft was affixed. He held my head in place for a bit while I got more and more desperate to breathe. The shaft blocked my throat completely and I could not get any air.

When I got so desperate that I began to struggle he relaxed his grip and allowed me to raise my head enough that I could breathe, but only through my nose, the shaft still blocked my mouth. He waited until I had calmed down and only then did he release me. My throat hurt terribly, from the hot gunk on the shaft but mostly because it had been stretched impossibly wide. I was almost surprised that I couldn't taste any blood.

By now I had myself under control again and went back to cleaning the loathsome shaft with my tongue.

"Good enough. Stand up." I obeyed eagerly. "That rodent pelt is in heat. It must have been pure torture to have to listen to all the fun you had and not participate. I think it would only be fair if you let her have a little fun as well. I'm sure she'd like to feel your tongue deep in her slimy cunt, don't you think?"

"Yes, Master." Suddenly I realized why he had pushed me down and gotten that gunk all over my muzzle.

He grinned at me, "Then help her."

"Yes, Master."

I approached her and crouched a little to bring my face level with the hanging rodent's cunt. She smelled as if she was in heat, but then all of us slaves did. I whispered, "I'm sorry." I was pretty sure she couldn't hear me, but I did feel sorry for anything I had to do to increase the pain that poor female had to suffer. But if I refused or did anything obvious to spare her it would only bring further punishment down on me and almost certainly her as well.

So I leaned forward and began to lap at the skin around her cunt. I could feel the tremors running through her muscles as she strained to keep her weight off the jagged metal circles surrounding the base of the butt plug. Her taste and scent was much more pleasant than our master's, but there was still an unpleasant undertone. But it was one I could recognize easily, the scent of fear.

I slowly approached her center with my tongue. Not long after I started lapping at her lower lips I noticed the occasional twitches and almost inaudible whimpers. My tongue still burned from lapping up so much of that hot gunk and it was starting to get on the sensitive skin on the inside of her cunt. The rodent female was responding to my caresses and I could easily smell her scent change as she got more and more aroused. Her breathing sped up as did her heartbeat.

Our master had put the belt away and sat down on the bed. From where he sat he would be able to see everything I did.

My tongue explored deeper and deeper into her cunt. I licked at the sensitive nub and then my tongue pushed into the tunnel to her womb.

"The pelt likes it when you lick her womb."

I didn't say anything but obeyed and pushed my tongue deeper and deeper. Finally I could not avoid touching her with my nose and the soiled fur on my muzzle any longer. I could feel the exact moment when I did, her muscles tensed and for a moment she failed to suppress a high pitched whimper. I could see our master watch us with rapt attention and a sadistically eager grin formed on his lips when he noticed her reaction to the burning pain.

I shoved my muzzle deeper and deeper into her cunt until I could barely breathe and licked the insides of her womb. Her juices drenched the fur on my muzzle and even ran down my throat. She was panting and trembling, obviously struggling not to climax, presumably because our master had not given her permission to come. On the other paw, I had been commanded to get her off. I was pretty certain that I would 'win' in the end, but I hoped that I would not have to compete against her anytime soon, her control was a lot better than mine.

I pulled my muzzle out a little bit, so that my tongue could get at the most sensitive places such as the little nub. She held out pretty long, but in the end I managed to make her climax. Her muscles tensed and her body lifted a few inches as she desperately tried to stop the inevitable. Suddenly she gave a little squeal and a sudden wave of her juices drenched my face and ran down my throat and front. A moment later her strength gave out and her body plummeted. Her squeal of pleasure turned into a short howl of pain as the jagged metal circles dug into the sensitive skin around her tailhole.

I kept licking and she came twice more before our master told me to stop and clean her up. Somehow I was certain that the unlucky rodent had not enjoyed the climax, that it had been a fake one. I have no idea why I thought this, but I felt sure about it. I lapped up the worst of the juices dribbling out of her twitching cunt but our master stopped me after a short while.

I sat back on my haunches. A moment later he pointed at the floor in front of me. After a moment I realized that quite a bit of the rodent's juices had pooled there. I leaned forward and lapped them up.

Our master returned to his seat and watched me. After a short while he said, "You didn't do too badly for a stupid pelt. Enjoy your heat, little animal. A guard will take you back to your lessons."

"Thank you, Master." After a moment's thought I crawled to him and licked and kissed his feet. "Thank you, Master. Thank you for allowing me to please you." I crawled to the door and waited until a guard opened it and led me back to my wagon.

The guard opened the door of our wagon and I scrambled in. The language lesson was still going on. I returned to my place and assumed the same position as the others. The assistant grinned at me. I would have kind of liked to get a good look at myself, my fur was soaked with juices of the rodent femme. I stank of female arousal, but in here it probably wasn't easy to tell the difference, the air was so heavy with the scents of our arousal the extra scents would make little difference.

After a few moments the assistant asked me a question. One I had no chance of answering as it was about something the others had learned while I had been away. I admitted that I didn't know but made no excuses. There was no point. That earned me a couple of hard licks on the rump, but compared to the fires that still burned in my cunt, mouth and tailhole it barely mattered.

It certainly did not even make a dent in my euphoria. I had pleased my master and would get to enjoy mating once more. I quickly got back into the swing of the lesson. A short while later we got a short break and our breakfast.

The next exercise did manage to dampen my spirits. We had to suffer through another 'pain tolerance' training. The assistant and the three guards stood in the middle of the wagon, spread out along the center-line and we had to walk around them in circles. They licked us with their 'tongues' every now and then, concentrating mostly on our back. We had to keep walking as if nothing had happened, neither flinching or missing a step.

Sometimes it was even harder when they didn't actually hit us. I found it almost impossible not to flinch when someone suddenly yanked the whip back as if he wanted to hit me with all his might. That trick alone earned me and many others quite a few hard licks in punishment. Still, compared to what I had been through that exercise was almost a walk in the park.

We got a short rest and then we had a lesson in using our tongue to please a male. Together with the two others in the first row I practiced under the watchful eye of one of the guards, alternating between a wooden cock and the guard's real one.

Most of us got another rest then. I had to lie on my back and spread my legs wide and then the cat female who had also serviced our master today had to clean up my cunt. I could tell that she didn't enjoy the taste all that much, at least at the beginning. At first I wondered why I had been singled out in this way and realized that without getting cleaned up any male who used me would have to share my pain. Suddenly I could hardly wait for the lunch break. After days of horrible fake orgasms I wanted to feel the real thing, I wanted to feel a hard male cock in my cunt more than anything.

The cat made a face when the smell of the hot sauce hit her but she brought her muzzle closer and started to lap at me. Her eyes widened a little the first time her tongue really dipped into me and got the full taste.

She didn't try particularly hard to excite me, but her rough tongue did that anyway and it didn't take long before I was panting hard. The assistant had been watching us, I think everyone was watching us, and warned, "Don't come, little mousie! Or..." he pulled out the wand and waved it threateningly.

I don't think the cat had seen him, but suddenly her eyes twinkled mischievously and her tongue went straight for that sensitive nub at my center. I whimpered as I struggled with my suddenly peaking arousal. I don't know if my desperately pleading looks finally convinced her to stop or if she had just wanted to give me a little scare but after a short while she dialed the teasing back.

Only back, not off, it took a long while before she had finally cleaned me enough so that no trace of the hot sauce remained and it was a constant struggle to keep from climaxing. She did what she could to help me, pausing or turning her attention to slightly less sensitive areas, until I got my emotions under control again. The assistant poked a finger into my cunt and tasted my juices, the first two times he told her to continue and only allowed her to stop after the third time. I have no idea how long that took, most of the time I was barely conscious of anything but my desire and the wonderful feelings from my cunt. And the constant struggle not to climax.

The assistant finally told the cat to stop. She looked relieved. He considered us for a moment and then told her to lie down and told me to clean her. I did as commanded and poked my tongue into her hot and wet cunt. Licking me for so long had aroused her a lot. I could taste our master's cum in her but I did not think that she really needed to be cleaned up all that much.

Maybe the assistant wanted us to get even or something. I did tease her more than a little but I was careful not to take it too far, I didn't want to get her in trouble, after all. I was also careful not to touch her bare skin with my muzzle. I enjoyed her taste a lot. Maybe not especially hers, she was a cat and I don't really care for their taste and smell all that much, but lapping up a female's juices had become a completely normal, pleasant, even calming activity. After a long while he told me to stop and we both returned to our places to rest a little.

A short time later the wagon stopped for the lunch break.

A few minutes later we were led outside to relieve ourselves in full view of everyone, as usual. We had to practice positions while the others ate their lunch. They still went easy on us but not as much as they had yesterday.

When they had finished eating we had to get down on all four and find a male to serve. I crawled forward and ended up with a wolf. He was one of the smaller Hessans but compared to myself he was still plenty big. One of the assistants advised him that my tailhole was 'hot' and using it might be unpleasant. If he had intended to dissuade the male from using my rear entrance, he failed. It seemed the warning had gotten the male at least as intrigued as it had discouraged him. A bit of ribbing from his comrades did the rest, after a few comments along the lines of "you have to try that or you're a chicken" he practically had to do it or lose face in their eyes.

He opened the flap of his breeches and I crawled forward and began to lick and suck his cock. He grew and hardened very quickly, either I was really getting better with my teasing or the thought of using my rear excited him very much. His cock was a little on the small size, at least compared to some of his comrades, but it was a good size for my tailhole. It would fill me nicely without stretching me too wide.

"Enough." I turned around and presented my rear for him to use, lifting my tail as far as I could. I turned and tilted my head far enough that I could see the male's face.

The male grabbed my hips and poked at my tailhole with the head of his cock. I could almost tell the exact moment when he did just by looking at his face, he certainly did not enjoy the sudden burning sensation from the tip of his cock. But he was made of sterner stuff; hardly surprising, you don't get to join a unit of elite cavalry if you can't handle a little pain and hardship, or more than just a little.

His fingers spread my tailhole and pushed forward until the tip of his pole slipped into me. He grimaced but kept pushing further into me, but rather slowly, until I felt his sack touch my cunt. He pulled out a bit and then thrust into me once more. The burning pain in my tail increased with the stimulation, but it was bearable. I was a little torn between pain and pleasure. The thrusts felt good and excited me, but I wanted more than these slow, gentle and almost hesitant mating.

On the next thrust I turned my head to look at the male and gave him an encouraging grin while I thrust my hips back towards him to increase the force of the thrust. He seemed to get it and sped up a little. To encourage him further I moaned and squealed, "Yes! Harder! Fuck me harder, Master!" He seemed to appreciate my enthusiasm and sped up a little more.

I kept up the enthusiastic vocal encouragement, but I mostly stuck to moans and squeals with the occasional "Yes!" or "Harder!" Now that he used more force my arousal increased quickly and it did not take all that long before I was panting hard and I had to start concentrating to keep my desire in check. I didn't want to come before my master if I could help it.

I didn't quite make it. I was already close to the limit when the male suddenly shoved the fingers of one paw into my dripping wet cunt at the same time as he thrust into me with extra force. I screamed in pleasure as I climaxed hard. The tremors that suddenly ran through my muscles set him off. The hot cum shooting up my rear gave me another wonderful orgasm. I was disappointed, but not all that surprised, when he pulled out after only a few more thrusts. Finally feeling the pleasures of my body properly once more was so wonderful, had it been up to me, I would have liked for him to fuck me until I passed out.

I didn't get what I wanted, of course, but today was the first time in a while (it had not really been all that long, but it had felt like forever) that I actually felt good. Even the least favorite part didn't dampen my spirits all that much: cleaning up a male who had just used my tailhole. I licked the wolf clean and thanked him profusely for the honor of having been allowed to serve him. And I really felt grateful for it, or more precisely for the pleasure he had given me.

We had finished earlier than most of the others and he commanded me to lie in the 'present' position. He played with me, he squeezed my breasts rather gently and explored my cunt with his fingers. He licked them often, obviously enjoying the taste. He got me very hot, but unfortunately stopped well before I could come.

And then the lunch break was over. We climbed back into our wagon and returned to our places. One of the guards took us though position training while the assistant examined each of us. By now my wounds were mostly healed. He smeared a little on the healing salve on the worst wounds, my left nipple and a cut on my belly not far from my cunt. When he was done with that he took over the lesson and added language training to the exercise.

I was a bit surprised when the wagon stopped again after a short while, maybe half a bell. We left the wagon and found ourselves next to where a rock slide had partially dammed the river and formed a sizable pool. A servant distributed pieces of soap and we were told to wash ourselves. The air was warm enough but the water was ice cold, but of course I obeyed the command.

By now my fur was caked with male and female juices so badly that I had to lather up and rinse it three times before it was clean enough that I dared to stop washing. By that time I was really cold and shivering. I had teamed up with the female squirrel so we could wash each others backs. I knew her from before and liked her well enough, but in hindsight she might not have been the best partner to choose as it took a rather long time to get her very fluffy tail clean. Of course the fur on the tail had not been all that fluffy before we washed it.

We were some of the last to finish and by then my teeth were chattering with cold. I squeezed as much water out of my fur as I could and helped the squirrel with the fur on her back (and vice versa). I got a small towel which was soaked long before my fur was even close to dry.

To get warm again we had to run several laps around the caravan. To encourage us a couple of guards followed us and swatted at the trailing slaves. They only had to run one lap before they were spelled by another pair.

After that we were assembled into coffles to march and let our fur dry in the fresh air. My paws were tied up behind my neck and I was blindfolded. Not with the hood, just with a small blindfold. They also connected our collars with rods to keep us properly spaced. At first it was chilly but as the sun and wind dried my fur the temperature became more pleasant.

Eventually the wagons stopped. I was untied and told to remove the blindfold and get in the wagon. This gave me a chance to look at the sky and I decided that we had walked for a bell or a little more.

Once inside I deposited the blindfold and the rod that had connected me to the fur in front of me in their places in the cupboard. The assistant paired me with the cat femme who had licked the hot sauce out of my cunt earlier, gave me a brush and a comb and told us to brush our fur. It was a rather unpleasant brush, something you would use on a horse not something for a person. Getting all the knots and tangled out of the fur was more than a little painful, still it felt good to be clean for once.

Once we were done I picked up my hood as directed by the assistant and returned to my spot to wait. After a short wait two of the servants entered and we were told that they would shave us. Then I had to put on the hood and wait until it was my turn. At the servant's instructions I presented first my ass, then my breasts and finally my cunt for shaving. He didn't shave me completely, of course, just touched up those areas that had been shaved previously. As before having the razor scrape across my skin so close to my most sensitive parts excited me like crazy. Being blindfolded and helpless made the experience even more arousing. When the razor scraped over the skin around my cunt I had to struggle not to climax. The struggle to stay still got worse and worse as I grew more aroused, which only fanned the flames of desire higher. I barely managed to hold it in and then I had to lay in the 'present' position while the servant moved on to the next fur. I lay there and panted while the imminent climax slipped slowly out of my grasp.

Our master had made us wash ourselves but he certainly didn't want us to remain clean. As soon as they finished shaving us we were told to take off the hood but not move otherwise. The assistant told us that we were allowed to, even expected to come as often as we could. One of the servants opened his robe, crouched down directly in front of me and began to fuck me. The assistant and the guards picked other slaves to use for their own amusement. Several Hessans also entered the wagon to join the action so we were all 'occupied'

The servant wasn't particularly well hung or skillful, but he didn't need to be to get me off. I had cooled off a little, but just the announcement that I was allowed to have fun was enough to rekindle my desire. I came at least three times before the male did. He pulled out at the last moment to spray his seed all over my belly, chest and face. He walked around to my head and wiped his cock with my headfur before he presented it to me so I could lick it clean.

He returned to crouch between my spread legs and began to fuck me with his hands. I climaxed several times more under his ministrations. I don't think he did it to give me pleasure, but mainly so I produced a lot of juices for him to spread all over my body, By the time he was done my fur was almost as dirty as it had been just before the bath.

Next I had to get up and stick my tongue in the cunt of the female behind me. Not only that, the guard who had used her shoved my muzzle into her as far as it would go so that the fur on my face was soon soaked with her juices. Then I had to resume the 'present' position while the guard pushed that female's muzzle into my cunt.

While I knelt and waited for the others to finish, I thought wryly that it felt almost more normal to have my fur full of male and female juices than to be clean.

And with that the fun part was over, at least for the next few bells. We had a long exercise in pain tolerance. It began much as the previous one. The assistant and three guards stood in the center and we had to walk around them and do our best to ignore the licks of their whips. They still focused mostly on our rear but they paid more attention to our front than they had yesterday.

After we had been properly 'warmed up' the assistant opened one of the cupboards. As I passed it, I had to pick up a tray and walk with it held at belly height. On the next lap I had to pick up a wooden bowl and put it on the tray. We had to vary the position in which we carried the tray, holding it below the crotch, in front of the belly button, tits or face or above the head. After a while we had to add a wooden mug and go through the various positions once more. Anybody who dropped the tray or one of the dishes was punished, of course.

Every now and then we changed direction as well. Finally we added a high and thin 'glass'. Like the other dishes it was also made of wood, of course, so it would not break when dropped. So far the exercises were not all that difficult and I managed them without earning too much punishment, but I just couldn't stop flinching completely when I was suddenly threatened or hit with a whip.

Then we put the trays and dishes away again. I was very glad, by now my arms were getting very tired from holding a tray motionless for such a long time.

We got a short rest while we prepared for the next exercise. The assistant handed me a kind of head harness. I tightened the straps that went around the top and bottom of my head and under the chin. In the front of the harness was a kind of wire mesh with leather flaps. The flaps on the left or right could be folded up. With both of them down I could see the floor in front of me but little else. With the flaps folded up I could see to the left and right as well.

For the following exercises we always folded down the flap on the inner side of the wagon and left the other one up. This way I could see where I was walking but I could not see the guards and assistant who stood in the center of the wagon. Which meant that I had no warning at all before I was licked. I could usually hear the swishing sound the whips made but it was rarely possible to tell if the whip was aimed at me or not.

We trained like this for a while. Then I had to pick up a tray and later put a bowl on it. After that the exercise ended.

We got a chance to 'rest'. Well, we had another rest period which was, as usual, not restful at all. I (and all the others as well, of course) had to put the butt plug into my tailhole. I buckled a spreader bar at my ankles, which forced my legs wide apart. Then I threaded a rope through the hole above my head, put on the hood and waited. A guard cuffed my wrists together behind my back and pulled them up until I had to stand on tiptoes. And then I stood there caught between trying to relieve the pressure on my shoulders and the strain on my calf muscles.

After a while I began to hear the occasional noises but since the hood muffled them well, it took a while before I could make sense of them. As best as I could tell someone, or several someones, were using some of my fellow slaves for their enjoyment.

Eventually it was my turn. A paw, hand, held my rump while the other pulled the butt plug our of my tailhole. After a moment the tip of the stinking thing was pushed against my lips. I groaned but opened my mouth obediently and the vile shaft was pushed all the way into my mouth. I think I caught the scent of one of the guards, but it was too faint to be certain.

Moments later the hands grabbed my hips and spread my tailhole. The tip of the male's pole poked at my rear entrance and forced its way into me and proceeded to fuck me hard. I did my best to keep my arousal in check, but the male had much better control over his body and didn't shoot his seed into me until I had climaxed twice and I came twice more before he finally pulled out.

He returned the butt plug to my tailhole and presented his cock to my muzzle to be licked clean. Then he walked back to my rear, reached between my legs and began to fondle me. He played with my cunt and explored my inside until I was panting hard and close to cumming. I groaned in disappointment when his fingers suddenly pulled out. He wiped his fingers on my thighs and then he left. The climaxes had felt wonderful, but they had exhausted me and the somewhat rough handling had strained my shoulders even more than before. The remainder of the 'rest' period was extremely unpleasant. And yet I was horny as hell, I could even feel my juices run down the fur on my thighs. I couldn't stop thinking about the male, again and again I imagined feeling his fingers on and inside me, again and again I thought and wished it was his cock in my tailhole.

After what seemed like an eternity the rope that pulled up my wrists was suddenly untied and let to play out. My legs just gave out and I collapsed and lay in a heap, my muscles trembling from exhaustion. The rope was detached from the wrist cuffs, but the cuffs were not removed. A voice said in my ear, "Stay." A finger slipped in my hot and wet cunt for a moment and the male chuckled. A momentary wave of embarrassment washed over me, the chuckle had been as good as calling me a slut and worse for enjoying this.

Still, I was grateful to be finally allowed to rest a little. We did not get to rest all that long, but it was enough to get over the worst. We were told to take off the hood and remove the spreader bar and a few moments later my cuffs were unbuckled. I took off the hood, removed the spreader bar and stowed them in their places in the cupboards. Then I returned to my place and knelt. Once all of us had returned to our places we were told to remove and clean the butt plug. Only to have to put it back in as soon as it was clean.

For the next bell or so we had another language lesson with position training. The wooden intruder in my rear excited me, especially when I moved and sometimes I found it difficult to concentrate on the lessons. And I was far from the only one. Then we were finally allowed to remove the butt plug and stow it away, after cleaning it, of course.

Only to replace it with the cunt plug. We spent the rest of the afternoon, until it was time for dinner, training our cunt muscles. We used our fingers, the cunt plug and also got to demonstrate our skill on the fingers and male poles of the assistant or one of the guards. By now I had enough control over my muscles that I could suck the plug into my cunt or push it out, albeit with a lot of difficulty. Still I could tell that my control was rapidly getting better.

The assistant had reminded us not to come without permission. That was pure torture. I was extremely aroused and close to cumming almost from the start of the exercise. Somehow I managed to hold out but not all of us did. Those who came without permission got a little dollop of the hot sauce on the tip of the cunt plug and had to continue their training with that. They also did not get to demonstrate their skill on the males. Which meant that the assistant automatically failed them as they had not proved their skill which earned them a hard licking on the rump and cunt. We were allowed to climax during the final test, after we had proved our skill, so in addition to the earlier punishment they missed out on the best part of the exercise.

By the time we finally stopped my cunt muscles hurt and even cramped up for one terrifying and extremely painful moment. I was painfully sore down there. We cleaned the cunt plugs, which was a lot more pleasant for us females than for the males who had trained their ass muscles, and stored them away. Then we had a short rest before the wagons stopped for the night.

After the usual wait we were led outside to relieve ourselves. Then we practiced positions and played with our bodies to give our masters an interesting show. Those of us who were marked were offered a chance to prove our willingness to 'better ourselves'. I still had a green mark on my collar and was eager to remove that so I agreed. We were given some kind of 'gloves' to wear while we played. They actually covered only the fingers and the back of the paw with a strap to secure them around the wrist.

At first nothing happened but within a minute my fingers began to hurt and itch. As did every part of my body that I touched with the gloves. As I had to 'play' with my body, mainly my tits and cunt, that became very unpleasant quickly. Our master had not said anything, but I was certain that showing any reluctance to 'play' or to keep from touching the most sensitive spots would be punished. It was bad, but not nearly as bad as pleasuring myself with the toy soaked in hot sauce had been.

No matter how unpleasant and painful, showing off my body and touching myself intimately still aroused me and I had to struggle not to come towards the end of dinner. When the Hessans finished their meal we got to take the 'gloves' off, after licking them clean, of course. After that my tongue hurt like crazy as well.

We got to prove that we had learned something in the last lesson. The male who had picked me lay down on his back, rested his head on his arms and told me to do my thing. Our master told us to stay still and cross the wrists behind the back while we pleased our master. The males were allowed to move a little, though.

I opened the flap of my male's trousers and licked and sucked him until he was hard. I shuffled forward, guided the tip into my cunt and impaled myself on the hard pole. I crossed my wrists behind my back and began to massage the male shaft with my cunt muscles. The rest since the lesson had helped somewhat but I was still very sore down there and my muscles tired quickly. At first it was fun, but soon the whole thing became rather tiring and somewhat unpleasant. I had to concentrate hard to keep my tired muscles under control and fight down the urge to climax at the same time.

I did manage to get him off and I climaxed only moments after he shot his load deep into me. It felt wonderful and for a short while I forgot about all the pains and aches and kind of floated on the wonderful feelings radiating from my cunt. But reality returned all too quickly. I tried to get him off a second time, but my muscles refused to work properly.

Suddenly the male pulled me close to him and rolled over. A moment later he was above me and began to fuck my tired cunt. It felt wonderful to be able to relax my tired muscles and the feel of his shaft sliding in and out of me! I squealed in pleasure several times before he suddenly pulled out and sprayed his seed all over me.

He just stopped moving and told me to clean him up. I had to slide between the ground and his male body. The pebbles on the ground were a little unpleasant, but I didn't mind the rest at all. I licked and kissed him all the way from the throat down to the crotch. Lying on my back with my head below his crotch I licked eagerly at his balls and cock lapping up our tasty juices.

I would have liked to please him again, but he stopped me well before I could get him hard. He offered me a drink and I agreed, taking the head of his cock into my mouth and drinking what he offered. He sat up and pulled me close. He kissed my cheek and sent me off with a smack on the rump. I walked over to the assistant where my fellow slaves were assembling once they had pleased their own masters.

Then we were fed, we got the usual gruel, my bowl was about three quarters full. It didn't fill my stomach completely but it was enough that my hunger would not be too unpleasant. Then we entered the wagon and I climbed into my stall. They had left the 'soft bed' but otherwise it promised to be a rather unpleasant night. My wrists and ankles were tied to the side of the stall only inches apart, which meant that I had to kneel with my legs spread wide and my rump up in the air, resting most of my weight on my chest and face.

The position was very unpleasant and I had a long time to think before I finally fell asleep. I thought about the events of the day, particularly about when I had served our master and earned the privilege to enjoy sex again. I was really glad that I had, and I realized that I would have gladly suffered much worse punishments for that privilege. I wondered if sex had really become that important for me. I mean I have always enjoyed it, at least when it was with a decent male or female. But for it to be that important?

Well, no, it wasn't just that. For one the fake orgasms were really unpleasant and left me drained. It's one thing to go a day or two without food, but it's something completely different if you're in a kitchen and your nose is full of the scents of food all the time. And the sex was just about the only thing I could enjoy since I became a slave. Without that there was nothing to make the whole thing bearable.