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Dawn of Dusk - Part 2: Nun - Chapter 9b: Pilgrimage: On the Road

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The morning and evening rituals stayed more or less the same during the whole journey to the cloister. In the morning we were woken up, were led to the outhouse (or more often than not just the midden heap), suffered through a long prayer until we were finally allowed to start eating the meager fare and then we waited until it was time for us to get hitched to the wagon.

The march today was less exhausting than the day before, but it made up for it in sheer excitement, even terror. The flaps on front of my eyes stayed closed, so I could not get much more than tiny glimpses, but I could hear the roaring of the water below us well enough. At times you could hardly hear it but at other times the roaring and rushing was so loud I expected to step in the river at any moment.

This section of the road was said to be exciting and beautiful. Many travelers had told me stories about it and try as I might I couldn't get their stories out of my head. The road followed a gorge, high up on the side of the mountain. Near the pass the road was almost a thousand foot above the roaring river below. After that the road slowly descended while the river rose to meet bit more than a day's travel (on foot or for a heavy wagon) from the pass. In places the road was just barely wide enough for one wagon. More than a few wagons had gone over the edge in such places. Or sometimes the edge of the road had given way suddenly and dragged a wagon or rider down to his doom. Few had survived such an experience, most had been dashed against the rocks hundreds of feet below.

The driver might have had a chance to jump off in time, but we sinners were tied to the wagon and would be dragged down with it. My heart jumped up into my throat every time I stumbled. Even worse, twice the ground suddenly gave way below my feet. I didn't slide more than a foot and nothing more happened, but each time my heart almost stopped.

One of the worst situations came shortly after noon. We met another wagon in the middle of a particularly narrow stretch of the road. There was a short discussion and from what I could hear the carriage opposite us belonged to a noble who insisted that we back up. And since he was a noble, so we did. The driver got really nervous, almost panicky, I could hear it in his voice as he gave commands to us. To make things worse, Superior Sister Michelle climbed out of the wagon to talk with the noble while they waited so she would not be in danger should a mishap during the dangerous operation send us and the wagon over the side.

It took us at least a quarter, maybe half a bell to back up until the road became wide enough for the carriage to pass us. To make up for the lost time we had to march faster afterwards and the breaks were noticeably shorter. Eventually we reached our destination for the day, from what I could tell, the inn in a small village.

The sun set soon after we were staked down in the yard. The day had not been quite as physically exhausting as the one before, but the constant fear had sapped my energy just as much and I fell asleep quickly.

We spent an unusually long time kneeling in the yard before we set out the next day. And now that the hardest part was over, the size of the portions we received decreased markedly.

At first we could still hear the roaring of the river as it rushed over rapids but as the day progressed it softened more and more until it turned into the sounds of a normal river. When we could hear it at all. From what I remembered and the bits I could see the land became less rugged and sometimes the road was so far from the river that I could not be sure if I heard it at all.

We reached our destination in the afternoon. I could hear church bells toll the third hour and a short while later we stopped in a small town. I had heard one of the soldiers talk about it and remembered the name from the traveler's tales.

As before, we were unhitched from the wagon and spent the next bell kneeling in the yard. Some of that time was spent in prayer or by reciting the seemingly endless litany.

Superior Sister Michelle made a short speech on the joys of serving and especially the need to atone through hardship and pain. Then she asked, "I need three volunteers. Sinners who wish to atone and be punished for promiscuity and public indecency."

I thought about it for only a moment before I raised my head and said, "This sinner needs to be punished." Another girl volunteered, then two more, one of whom was chosen. One of the gray sisters removed the peg that tied my arms down, helped me stand up and led me forward.

The Superior Sister was surprised to see me, "You again?"

"Yes, Superior Sister. I have a lot to atone for." Well, according to their laws I did, according to the ones I had lived under before they came along I had led a good if perhaps not exemplary life. She gave me a hard look but did not say anything more. She restrained us in the same way as she had done before. My paws were tied to the front of my belly and a leash attached to the collar. A gray sister closed the lower flaps but left the upper one open so I could look out through a small slit.

One of the gray sisters took our leashes, mine and a second one with her right hand, the third with her left. We followed the Superior Sister, one of the soldiers and her out of the inn. The inn was outside the town proper and we walked along the main road for at least a quarter of a bell before we reached the town gate. After a short wait we entered the town. Another minute of walking brought us to the main town square.

I swallowed when I realized where we were heading: the platform used for public punishments and executions. On it was a gallows and three pillories. We stopped at the foot of the stairs and waited while Sister Michelle spoke with the leader of the group of guardsmen waiting there. I could not hear everything they said, but from what I could piece together, the current headsman was retiring and his replacement needed practice in how to punish females for public indecency and the like. A runner was sent to inform those involved that we had arrived.

When they found that our feet were restrained so tightly that we had trouble climbing the stairs, pairs of guardsmen simply picked us up one by one and carried us to the top. The first girl was locked into a pillory and then it was my turn. Sister Michelle freed my arms. I was led to the central set of stocks, my neck and hands were placed in the cutouts and then the second board was lowered and secured in place.

I looked towards the wall against which the platform had been placed while my rear was towards the square. The guards hiked the robe up until my legs and rump were exposed. Then my feet were also placed in the cutouts in a pair of wooden boards and locked in place. Since the holes were almost directly below the pillory that imprisoned my neck and arms I had to stand with my ass sticking out behind me. The holes were set a little more than shoulder wide apart, so that my legs were spread as well.

While the third girl was locked into her pillory the church bells began to toll. I realized that it was a call for the people to assemble, not the regular signal at the end of each hour. The citizens began to assemble in the town square. The slowly increasing din coming from behind me attested to this. Sister Michelle told us that we were supposed to remain silent to show our acceptance of the punishment. And then she removed our chastity belts and freed my tail so it was not in the way.

A shiver ran through me when I saw the two headmen climb the stairs, their heads covered by black hoods. They thanked Superior Sister Michelle for providing volunteers to let them practice their craft. Then they asked each of us in turn if we had volunteered out of our free will and if we merited and agreed to receive this punishment. We all agreed. I shuddered to think about what Sister Michelle would have done had I not.

Then the older headsman explained to the other how to punish us. He pointed out points of interest on our backsides and which parts to hit as punishment for different crimes. According to him, blows to the ass were best for punishing public indecency while tenderizing the thighs, particularly the inner sides would cure a woman of the need to sleep around. For some crimes a cane was indicated, for some a riding crop while others required a flat paddle, And so on. The list of offenses and their particular punishments was rather long. I couldn't say that I enjoyed listening to this. Especially not when the older headsman explained that a fur like me had a leather-like pelt and would require much harder blows than a human woman to feel and heed the punishment.

Eventually the crowd was big enough and our punishment commenced. By now the town priest had joined Sister Michelle. He made a short speech on the need to punish indecent women and led the crowd in a short prayer. Then Superior Sister Michelle told them about our supposed crimes and finished with a short prayer that asked the saints to forgive us, once we had been suitably punished and mended our evil ways.

They began with the girl to my left. The older headsman asked for punishments to various crimes and the younger executed them. Usually only a few blows, but at times he had to repeat a particular punishment several times before he got it right. She managed keep from screaming but by the end she was sobbing and tears ran down her cheeks freely.

Then came the other woman on my right before it was finally my turn. The crowd cheered with every blow and called for worse punishments for us constantly. It got particularly bad when it was my turn. They obviously had no love for furs.

The punishment was brutal. I had to raise my tail so it wasn't in the way. Their blows went up and down my rear several times. First they used the flat board, then the cane and finally the riding crop. The worst blows were those to the inner sides of my thighs and ass cheeks, because with those the end of the board or cane dug into my skin particularly hard.

My rear was on fire from just above the knees to the lower back. Every inch of skin they could reach had been worked over. The only mercy was that they had not hit me directly between the legs and had spared the really sensitive skin of my lower lips. Even so I was sobbing uncontrollably by the time they finally stopped.

Afterwards the priest gave another short sermon and finished with a lengthy prayer. I almost screamed when the gray sister put the chastity belt on me and Sister Michelle sealed it. She wrapped my tail around my belly and tied it up once more. The crowd began to disperse once the guards pulled down our robes and there was nothing interesting for them to see any more. The scratchy material of the robe felt like steel wool on the burning skin of my rump.

I was the last to be released from the pillories. The sisters tied my wrists to the belt and hobbled my feet, the guards carried us down the stairs and then we headed back to the inn. The walk was not fun, the robe chaffed terribly with every movement. When we reached the inn Superior Sister Michelle affixed another white spot to my robe (and, as I found out later, my skin as well) and then we had to kneel in the yard with the others.

The usual prayers and litanies followed, then our meager evening meal and then it was time to sleep in the stable.

It took us about am eightday to reach Marenbruk. It might have been seven, eight or nine days, I couldn't tell afterwards. One day was pretty much the same as any other. We traveled in easy stages, at least easy for the sisters who rode on the wagon, that is. For me the marching was hard, especially when I had to pull the wagon. I was in the morning shift and from what I could tell, my shift lasted longer than the afternoon shift as we always switched during the lunch break but on most days we stopped in the afternoon.

The food we received was never enough and the constant hunger began to sap my strength. I could not look at myself, but I could tell that I was losing weight. And I didn't have much spare weight to start with. Most of the time it was a struggle just to set one foot in front of the other. Even had I been able to see anything, I doubt that I would have paid much attention to the landscape after the first few days.

There were plenty of towns and villages along the road and we always stopped at one of those places. Since we stopped early, there was plenty of time for us to 'volunteer' for additional duties. Sometimes she asked for a single person, sometimes for a small group. In several places more than one group was chosen, presumably for different tasks. We never learned what any of us had volunteered for or what had happened to them.

By now most of the girls had realized the need to volunteer so Superior Sister Michelle could chose who to take. As much as I hated it, I volunteered every chance I got, but she chose me only two times.

The first time was on the third or fourth day after the apprentice headman practiced his craft on my backside. This time we, four of us including me, had to help with construction work on a tower for the city wall. We had to carry bricks from the ground up to the current top of the tower, at least ten paces up. We used a kind of yoke with two small baskets hanging from the ends. The normal workers just carried theirs, but our neck and hands were tied to it. One heavy brick was placed in each basket and then I had to climb the rickety stairs all the way up to where the mason's apprentice took the bricks and sent me back down.

The bricks were so heavy I almost went to my knees when the first pair was put into the baskets I carried. To be honest, I have no idea how we managed to survive the day. I don't even remember how often my heart almost stopped when a foot slipped on a stair and I almost fell. The sisters had pulled the hoods back so we could at least see where we were going and they even pulled the robes up to our knees so we could walk more or less normally.

We got a short rest and a little water every three or four trips, but even with that I barely managed it. Afterwards the four of us got a bigger portion of food for supper. It sated me for a short while, but even that was not nearly enough.

The second time I was chosen was two days later. We had stopped a short time after lunch on this day. Superior Sister Michelle asked for a single volunteer. I was far from the first to answer, but for some reason she chose me. It didn't take me long to find out why, or at least until I had a suspicion. I followed Sister Michelle to her room, struggling up the stairs.

Once we were alone in her room she told me that I was to serve a certain Sir Mitch. She impressed on me the need to impress this august and 'pious' personage with my eagerness to serve. Call my cynical, but the whole thing reminded me a lot of a few days earlier when I had to serve the Master Gabe, who had been very pleased with my services. Who had, or at least I suspected that he had financially rewarded the sisterhood for my services. She reminded me of the absolute need for discretion and I assured her that I understood perfectly.

As we had that day, we left the inn in the company of a gray sister, who held my leash, and a soldier who offered the Superior Sister his arm. We had to walk for almost half a bell, most of it on the road until we reached the city gates. Our destination was a town house. While it was smaller and less obviously opulent than Master Gabe's mansion had been, it showed more subtle signs of wealth and power. For one, it was situated right next to the city hall. For another, once you looked at the decorations for any length of time, you could not help but notice how intricate they were. They might be made of baser materials, rather than gold and silver, but master craftsmen had toiled for months if not years to create them.

The door opened quickly and we were ushered inside. In the house the decorations were in the same style as on the outside, hardly opulent at first look but wonderfully crafted. The gray sister and the soldier left, presumably to spend time with the servants. Sister Michelle took my leash and followed the butler upstairs to a saloon where we were to wait. She sat down on a simple stool (though even that was intricately carved) while I stood.

A few minutes Sir Mitch entered, together with his wife and two of his daughters and a son. They greeted Sister Michelle warmly. I didn't catch the exact title of our host, but since they always addressed him as 'Sir' I assumed that he was a knight or had some other low rank of nobility. He showed the first subtle hints of age but looked fit and was well muscled. His wife looked surprisingly young given that the two daughters were thirteen and eleven and (unless I misunderstood the comment on that matter) had an older brother. The younger brother was six or seven.

All of them were humans, of course, fair skinned and had light hair, ranging from light brown of the husband to the pale blonde of his wife. They drank tea and ate small pastries while they chatted with Sister Michelle. It quickly became obvious that they knew each other very well. During this time they ignored me completely, apart from looking at me every now and then.

The boy began to fuss after a while and his father called for a servant who took care of him and left.

Once tea-time was over I found out the second reason the Superior Sister had chosen me. She presented me and asked our host to instruct me and if need be chastise me.

Sir Mitch declared, "It is my duty and my pleasure to instruct those in need of such, particularly those who find it hard to overcome their base, animal nature." I shivered when I saw the cruel and hungry look he directed at me. I was a little surprised to notice that his wife looked at me much the same way.

I was even more surprised when Sister Michelle left in the company of the two daughters but the wife stayed behind. Once the three had left, the wife, Jenna, grabbed my leash. Her husband offered her his arm and then I followed them towards the back of the house. Behind the house was a garden, surprisingly big for a house within the city walls, and at the far end a stable. A big room at the side of the stable held a carriage and also did duty as their playroom.

They barred the doors, lit a couple of lanterns and closed all the shutters at the windows. Hidden under a tarp was a pillory. The male untied my handcuffs from the belt and then I had to help him position the pillory. One end was connected to the wall, so that it could be swung around. Once I had turned it so far that it stood perpendicular to the wall a spike locked it in place.

I had to bend down and remove one of the horizontal boards for my feet. I hiked up the robe to my knees to be able to spread my legs enough and placed my feet in the holes. The male affixed the second board to lock my feet in place. Then he opened the top part of the pillory, I placed my neck and arms in the cutouts and I was locked in place. The holes for my wrists were angled a little so I had to lift my elbows away from the body.

Jenna hiked up the robe further until it was bunched up at my neck and I was practically naked. She walked around the pillory and grinned down at me. Her look was cruel and hungry. "So, I take it you have sinned and require correction?"

"Yes, this sinner requires correction, Mistress."

"Good. Then you will love this, pelt." She picked up a paddle and showed it to me. I shuddered when I saw it. The striking surface was about four inches wide and more than a foot long. What made it particularly cruel were the holes and slits cut into it. A while ago I had accompanied Sister Bramble (an initiate of Lirriel) when she visited the temple of Domm and the priest there had used a similar paddle on her. I had seen and felt the difference between regular a paddle and one with holes in it, both when he let me try it on her and when he had smacked my own rump with it.

Suddenly I could smell her arousal, faintly but clearly.

The two changed positions so that the male stood in front of my face and the wife behind my back. She swished the paddle through the air a few times and then brought it down on my exposed ass. It stung badly, even though she didn't hit me hard.

The male produced a ring gag similar to the one Master Gabe had used. Like that one it was obviously designed for someone with a snout, otherwise it would either have lacked the strap that went over the top of my muzzle or that strap would have been much longer so it could go over the top of the head. Then he told me to look at him.

Meanwhile his wife continued to warm up my fur from the middle of my thighs (including the inner sides) to the top of my buttock. And then, little by little, she intensified her assault on my rear end. With my mouth forced open I found it more and more difficult to remain silent and soon little pained noises began to escape my throat. The male obviously enjoyed my suffering, I could see it in his eyes. And in the growing bulge in his pants.

They talked only a little, either comments about or instructions for my punishment or denigrating comments directed at me and furs in general (they always referred to us as either 'pelts' or 'animals').

As the pain increased tears began to form in my eyes and the gasps turned into grunts, squeaks and then barely suppressed screams. When I became too loud, the male opened the flap of his breeches and gagged me by shoving his already quite erect cock into my mouth. He was surprisingly clean and used only a little perfume. Had I not been in so much pain, I probably would have enjoyed sucking him off. He held my muzzle with both hands to make sure I wouldn't jerk his junk around too much.

As soon as he did that his wife redoubled her attack on my already burning rear end. As it was, the involuntary movements of my tongue and the vibrations from my, now muffled, screams excited him and I could feel his cock grow quickly. And grow he did, he wasn't the best hung male I had ever been with, but he was definitely above average.

When I could think clearly and could control my tongue I tried to get him as wet as possible, in case he wanted to use my tailhole. At his size he was going to be a pain in the ass, pun intended.

By now the wife was hitting me with everything she had (at least it felt like it) and I screamed or sobbed every time she hit me. The assault stopped for a moment, just long enough for me to begin to relax. And then she turned her attention to my right breast, hitting it with full force. I screamed and convulsed. She hit it several times more and then transferred her attack to my left side. It hurt just as badly, if not worse, but at least she didn't take me by surprise this time.

She stopped and waited until I came back to my senses after the excruciating punishment she had delivered to my breasts. "You like a bit of variety, don't you?" She didn't wait for an answer which I couldn't have given anyway and went on, "So I'll use a cane for the rest of our little game." She touched my ass lightly with her new toy.

The male, whose hard cock still gagged me, nodded to his wife and she began. She started at the middle of my right thigh and walked her strokes slowly up until she reached the top of the right buttock. She struck hard, but the cane didn't hurt much more than the paddle had. She moved to my left side and walked the cane from the top of my buttocks down to the middle of my thigh.

Next came the inner sides of my thighs. The skin there was more sensitive and the blows hurt badly, but since she couldn't wind up much the pain was bearable. I almost began to hope that it was over when my right breast exploded with pain. She aimed right at the nipple and hit me hard three times. I trashed around and howled with pain, had the screams not been muffled they would have been audible for quite a distance. My left breast followed and left me gasping for air and completely blinded by tears.

She stopped, waited for me to catch my breath and declared, "Good girl. That's it for now."

For a moment I breathed a sigh of relief, but then her husband spoke up, "Almost. I think you missed a spot."

"Of course! How stupid of me!" And she brought the cane up hard, directly between my legs and hit me full on the cunt. The chastity belt protected the sensitive skin there from the worst but the blow drove the metal teeth, designed to prevent a male from using my sex, deep into my flesh. It hurt so much that I couldn't even scream and I nearly passed out. She hit me three or four more times. At the time I didn't notice it, but later I found that blood had trickled down my thighs from this punishment.

And that thankfully ended the first and worst part of their 'games'.

"That was fun!" Lady Jenna sounded giddy like a kit at the carnival. They let me rest for a bit to to get my breath back, which took a while as I could only breathe through the nose.

Then they switched positions again. Lady Jenna crouched down in front of me and looked me in the eye. She grinned at me, "That felt good didn't it? To knock a little grime of your dirty soul, I mean." Since she seemed to expect an answer I nodded. She laughed in delight and ruffled my headfur, "You're so much fun, little pet." I would have really liked to turn my eyes away from hers or close them but I didn't dare.

"Open up." I wondered how I was supposed to open my mouth with the straps around my snout, but only for a moment. Before I knew what was happening she shoved a wooden rod into my mouth. From what I could tell it fit exactly into the ring and was a lot longer than any normal male organ. She forced it in further and further, down my throat until I gagged and then a little further still. I began to panic when I found that I could not breathe any more.

While I was occupied with this, I didn't notice what her husband was doing. I forgot about him until my tailhole suddenly exploded in pain as he forced his big cock into me. He thrust with all his (considerable) strength until he was all the way in. I would have screamed, but all that emerged from my throat were muffled gurgling noises.

She laughed again and exclaimed, "You should have seen that, Mitch. These animals make the cutest faces when they are surprised."

He answered something which I didn't get. I was in too much pain and fighting for air. He pulled out partially and thrust into my ass once more, a little slower this time. Before I actually blacked out his wife pulled the rod out just enough that I could get some air into my lungs.

The male continued to fuck me in the ass and slowly my muscles relaxed and the pain lessened. The rest of my rear still hurt terribly whenever he touched me. After a bit he released my hips and reached for my breasts. He played with them, especially the nipples. At first the tortured skin hurt a lot, but after a short while his efforts began to aroused me, slowly at first and then faster and faster.

His wife finally pulled the rod out of my mouth again. She listened to the noises coming from my muzzle, pained gasps slowly giving way to aroused moans for a bit before she suddenly stood up.

I could smell her arousal clearly now. She grinned down at me and lifted her skirt. She didn't wear anything under it and the scents of her arousal filled my nose. She moved closer until her damp lips were just inches from my nose. Since she obviously wanted that, I extended my tongue and began to lick her. She actually smelled and tasted very pleasant, there was a little perfume, but from what I could tell she had bathed (or washed her body) within the last day. I couldn't be sure, but I thought that I detected faint hints of her husband's taste on (and in) her.

She giggled and exclaimed, "Husband, can you believe that? The bitch likes to lick me."

"Why not? These animals go into heat at the drop of a hat and then they'll try to mate with anything that moves. Besides, you are delicious, my love."

She giggled again and the grin she directed at me got wider and nastier. "And she likes to take it up the ass, the dirty little thing, doesn't she?" The last was at least partially directed at me and I found myself forced to nod minutely, which elicited new giggles. Looking at her embarrassed me, but she didn't let me look away. Her hands held my head, most of the time she petted me or scratched my ears, but the moment I looked away she pinched my ear and then even poked at the my lower eyelid until I looked her in the eye again.

And I got more and more aroused. The pain in my rump, thighs and breasts was always there and unpleasant. But by now my tailhole had adjusted to the big cock and he felt better in me with every thrust. His hands, which kneaded my breasts were surprisingly gentle and aroused me as well. And the female scent and taste of his wife filled my nose and mouth and excited me. On the one paw, I hated her for her obvious dislike of furs and the pain she had inflicted on me, but on the other paw, the way she played with me and her unfeigned enjoyment attracted me to her. She tasted good and in some ways even reminded me of Mistress Thistle.

I was getting close to an orgasm and began to struggle against it. But I could not hide how aroused I was from the two, with my mouth forced open, low (and some rather louder) squeaks, moans and other noises of excitement escaped. Jenna was almost as aroused as I was, but she kept it under control by moving her hips back a little until I could barely reach her with the tip of my tongue whenever she got too close. Enough to keep her her hot but not enough to get her off.

And the it became a battle of wills with Sir Mitch. One I could not win. Later I remembered Sister Bramble's words. I was completely at his, their, mercy and they knew what they were doing. He either had fantastic self control or magical aid and did not cum, not until I had already lost the fight. And while his wife didn't do much to arouse me directly, her exciting scent and taste filled my muzzle and she always found a way to break my concentration.

As soon as I came she thrust her hips forward, so that I squeaked and screamed my pleasure into her wet sex and her body muffled the noises I made. That almost set her off, I could hear the strangled noises she made as she fought for control. Had I been in control of my facilities at that moment, I surely would have been able to get her off.

I came a second time when I felt her husband's hot cream fill my rear entrance and then twice more while he continued to fuck me before he finally pulled out. Then I just slumped, totally exhausted from the struggle.

A moment later they both stood before me. Lady Jenna had let her skirt cover her lower body again, but her husband's cock was very much in evidence. They grinned at each other and I saw her look fondly at her husband's male parts. He gestured at his wife, indicating that she should go first.

She undid the straps that held the ring gag in my mouth and took it out. Her grin grew nastier and nastier and then she finally spoke, "You enjoyed taking it up the ass, didn't you?" I nodded, I saw no point in denying it.

"What do you think that Sister Michelle will do to you if she finds out?" I squeaked in horror at the thought. "To be honest, I have no idea what she will do. But do you want to find out?"

I shook my head and when she told me to answer, "No, Mistress. Please don't tell her."

"I guess we can do that. But it will cost you."

I shivered at the thought of what might happen to me, should Superior Sister Michelle find out. Even if I survived the immediate punishment, it would seriously, possibly fatally, impair my long term chances of escaping. And so I begged, "Please, Mistress. I will do anything you want."

"Good. What I want from you is this: You will be our pet until tomorrow morning. Don't worry about Sister Michelle, we will get her to agree. Should she ask if you consent to this, you will say that you do."

"Yes, Mistress."

"I, we, will play with you however we see fit. You will participate eagerly, no matter what we ask of you. I will spank you again, once more today and again tomorrow morning before you leave. I will spank you hard and you will take it without resistance. If you are a good pet, I won't hit you directly between the legs."

"Yes, Mistress."

"When we are not 'playing' with you, you will stay in the garden and pretend to be a dog, a bitch in heat. You may make your tree-rat squeaks, but otherwise you pretend to be a pet. And you will pretend to enjoy playing with us."

I blushed at the thought, but submitted, "Yes, Mistress. Master. I will do as you command."

"Good. Now clean my husband." He moved a little closer, so that I could reach his cock, but I had to stretch my neck and extend my tongue as far as possible to do it. I didn't enjoy the taste, but I obeyed as I was certain that they would tell the Superior Sister about the fact that I had enjoyed sex at the smallest sign of resistance on my part. I had no idea what Sister Michelle would do. Or to be exact, I had many ideas what she might do, one worse than the other.

He closed his breeches and then they released me from the pillory. I had to take off the robes "an animal does not wear clothes", but his wife put a spiked leather collar around my neck. At his command I pushed the pillory back against the wall and covered it with the tarp.

"Here." Lady Jenna handed me a wooden stick. It was about eight inches long and more than two inches across at the widest point. One end was carved to look a little like the head of a male's organ while the other end tapered to a point. A short piece of string was connected to the narrow end.

"Put that in your ass. You may lick it first."

"Yes, Mistress." The two watched with interest as I licked and sucked the wooden cock. I tried to push it into my tailhole, but could not do it. So I squatted, placed the narrow end on the ground and the head at my tailhole. I pulled my hole wide and then lowered my body and impaled myself on the stick. It hurt a bit, going in, but it wasn't too bad as I was still stretched and well lubricated. I had to present my rear so my mistress could check that the stick was properly settled.

"One last thing, bitch."

"Yes, Mistress?"

"You have had your fun. But once is enough for you. If you come a second time I will tell Sister Michelle. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress. Please have mercy on me, I'm just a stupid horny slut. I can't help it when my body betrays me."

"I know. But you had better fight really hard against it."

"Yes, Mistress." Her grin had been impossible to read. I was sure she knew perfectly well that I couldn't resist them if they really wanted to get me off and wondered if she just wanted to tease and torture me with this or if she wanted me to humiliate myself only to betray me at the end. Whatever the case, I saw no alternative to playing along.

Lady Jenna commanded, "Down, bitch!" I hesitated for a moment then lay down at her feet. "Sit!" And then "Heel!" I got up on all four and positioned myself next to her. She bent down and stage-whispered, "You are a bitch in heat, remember?" I blushed and raised my tail. She giggled, "Good girl!" and petted my head. The stick in my ass did interesting things to me every time I moved.

Her husband opened one of the shutters, extinguished the lanterns and opened the door. I followed them outside, walking beside the female on all four. When we reached the entrance to the main house, the husband stopped while his wife led me on a short tour of the garden. As I followed her around I became intensely aware of her husband's gaze, which followed us around the garden and the fact that he could see pretty much everything I had when my rear was turned towards him. I prayed that no one was watching us from the house.

We stopped next to a tree near the stables and Lady Jenna pointed at it, "You may mark that tree."

It took me a moment to realize what she wanted and then I blushed furiously, especially once I realized that she had positioned me so that her husband could see my rear. But I didn't dare to anger her and so I raised my left leg and marked the territory.

We circled the garden twice and ended up in front of a doghouse. It was barely big enough for me and stood in the corner where the high wall around the garden met the main house under a small awning. My mistress pointed at it and commanded, "Get in and lie down." I backed into it. With my legs folded and my rump touching the back wall most of my body fit into it. I was a little surprised that the ground was not bare but covered by a reed map.

She picked up the end of a chain connected to a ring set in the wall next to the doghouse and locked it to my collar. She smiled at me, "Good bitch." and petted my head. Then she stood up, and entered the house together with her husband.

Walking around the garden had left me very aroused as the stick in my rear did very interesting things to me with every move. Bumping into the back wall of the doghouse had felt even better and I found it difficult to keep my hips still rather than repeat the experience.

I rested my head on an arm and waited. The chain wasn't all that long, but I estimated that it was just long enough that I could reach the tree I had marked earlier.

After a few minutes a young human woman, a maid by her dress, brought me a small bowl of water, which she put on the ground in front of my muzzle. When she waited I realized that I wouldn't get to drink in private. While I lapped up the water she petted my head and scratched my ears and praised me as if I was a prize animal ("Good girl." and things like that) The whole thing was rather humiliating, but her gentle touch felt good. I was glad that the doghouse hid most of my naked body. When the bowl was empty she took it and left.

A short while after the church bells tolled the fourth hour, Lady Jenna returned. She stopped a pace in front of me, standing with her legs wide. She pointed at the ground in front of her and commanded, "Sit." I crawled out of the doghouse and sat like a dog.

She commanded, "Lick." and lifted her skirt a little so there was no doubt where I was supposed to lick her. As soon as my head disappeared under her skirt I could smell the sex on her. She had been with her husband recently, no more then a few minutes ago, and he had filled her with his cum. And I could smell that she had enjoyed the experience and climaxed.

As much as it embarrassed me to have to do that at her command, I had to admit that they did taste good together. "Lick deep." Obediently I pushed my tongue deeper into her and lapped the cream out of her bowl. She let me lick her until she was quite aroused but stopped me before I could get her off.

"Sit." I pulled my head out from under her dress and sat. She patted my head, careful to avoid the sticky fur on my muzzle and asked, "Did you like that?" I gave her a little nod, which made her giggle. "Horny bitch, aren't you?" She scratched my headfur and then sent me back to the doghouse where I lay down. Once I was back in the doghouse she left.

The weather was nice enough and the afternoon air was warm enough to be pleasant. A quarter of a bell or so after his wife had left, Sir Mitch escorted Sister Michelle into the garden. She looked a little surprised when she saw me which turned to worried when she came close enough to notice that I was naked (she could only see my shoulders and a little of my back, but that was enough to see that I wasn't wearing the nun's habit).

"I must say I am not sure this is appropriate behavior for a sinner. A slut like her needs to learn to behave with decency and propriety in public."

"True, true. But she also needs to learn humility. How better for an animal like her to learn that than to be treated like livestock? She wants to be one of 'God's mules' after all."

"I see. Still…"

"Do you remember the matter we discussed, the additions to the temple in your cloister?"

Suddenly her face became thoughtful and I could almost see the gold coins glitter in her eyes, "I suppose teaching her humility is important. So long as she is not treated improperly or indecently."

"Would I do that?"

"Of course, not, Sir Mitch."

"Why don't you ask her?"

"I shall." She crouched down in front of me, lifted my snout so I had to look at her and asked, "Did Sir Mitch obey all the rules of propriety when he instructed you?" I nodded. "Did he expose or touch you in an improper manner?" I shook my head, glad that I was not allowed to speak out loud. And that she had only a human's sense of smell, a fur would have easily smelled the scents of sex on me. While I had no qualms telling such a bald faced lie when needed, I preferred not to do it. On a whim I licked her right hand.

"Ewww!" She pulled the hand back and stood up quickly and glared down at me.

I could tell that Sir Mitch had to struggle to keep a straight face, as did I. "I did command her to behave like a dog, like a bitch. You can't really fault her if she obeys me, can you?"

"I see." She seemed angry and suddenly I wondered if I would be punished for this later.

"Will it be convenient if we return her to you before the seventh hour tomorrow morning."

"Yes, this will be convenient."

Sir Mitch smiled and offered her his arm and they left.

A short while later two servants set up a table and chairs in the garden. The whole family came down soon after. Lady Jane unlocked the chain from my collar and I followed her to the table and lay down at her feet. One of the maids served them tea and little pastries.

"Come her, Mark." The small body approached me carefully. "Don't be shy, she's really friendly and likes to play." She turned her face so only I could see it and gave me a look that told me that I had better play along, or... The little body held out his hand carefully and I sniffed and licked it. He pulled it back, a little frightened, but then reached out carefully and petted my head. When I licked his hand again, he just laughed. Even more when I licked his cheek.

"Why don't you find a stick, she likes to play 'fetch'?" I followed him around the garden until he found a suitable stick. The stick in my rear and the way they looked at me, particularly when my rear was turned in their direction aroused me and it didn't take long before I could smell it.

It got a lot worse once the game began in earnest and I had to run on all four and jump to pretend to be a good dog. When they asked about me, their father explained that pelts like me were more like animals than humans. We could walk and even talk a little, but preferred not to have to strain what little brains we had. And similar prejudiced nonsense about us furs.

Suddenly the younger daughter asked, "What's with the bitch? She smells weird, Mother."

Her father answered, "She's in heat. That smell is supposed to attract the males so they mate with her."

"Ewww! Should we even look at her rear? Shouldn't she cover herself?"

"Well, they do cover their bodies when they try to pretend to be like us. But they are really animals. We don't have to cover up livestock without having improper thoughts about them, do we?"

"No, father."

I had used a short lull in the game to observe them. The younger daughter was likely too young to be interested in the intricacies of the body yet, but I wasn't sure about the older. I think I had detected a faint hint of shame in her face. And her parents were definitely having improper thoughts about my body.

Pretending to be a pet dog was humiliating, but for the most part playing with the little boy was fun. Not just because of the stick in my ass that aroused me further every time I moved. I liked playing with children and his simple innocent pleasure at the games felt like balm on my soul. I fetched the stick, I jumped through a hoop and I snatched little morsels of food from his fingers. I lay on my back so he could scratch my belly and I licked his face or hands.

I was sorry when the playtime was over. Lady Jenna took me back to the doghouse and chained me and then they left. The servants stored the table and chairs and then I was alone again.

Nothing happened for a long time. The fifth bell had tolled while I had played at being a dog and it was well after the sixth bell before anyone came out into the garden. It was boring just lying there, but better than kneeling in the yard of some inn and listen to the endless prayers or recite the litany again and again. Besides, I did need the rest.

The female servant who had given me water earlier brought me two bowls, water and food. The food was obviously leftovers, but it was still a lot better than what we usually got. And there was more of it. She stayed and petted me until I began to lap up the stew-like food before she left again. She returned after a while to pet and praise me and removed the empty bowls.

After the meal there was another lengthy wait. The sun was close to setting and the air was beginning to cool. I wasn't cold yet, but it promised to be an unpleasant night if I didn't get anything to cover myself.

Eventually Lady Jenna and her husband came back. He carried a lantern. She removed the chain from my collar and I had to sit and lie down at her feet before I followed them to the stables. This time we entered the actual stables where a couple of horses waited in their stalls. I waited while the two greeted and petted their personal horses.

Lady Jenna commanded, "Take the stick out of your ass." and giggled, apparently amused by the pun. It took a bit of doing, my muscles had of course contracted around the narrow end by now, but eventually I got it free and held it by the string, unsure what to do with it.

"Put it in your mouth, we don't want to get anything dirty." The idea disgusted me but I obeyed. She giggled at the face I made. Then she opened a door to the outside.

Outside the stable was a small yard between the stables and the city wall. My mistress pointed where horse-dung was piled against the city wall and told me to relieve myself. I could see a guard patrol on the top of the wall. He had looked towards us, most likely attracted by the noise the door made when it was opened, but turned and looked away (I think quite deliberately).

I hurried to the pile as fast as I dared and crawled up the plank laid across the pile. I squatted and did my business as quickly as possible. Then I returned to my mistress' side. She closed the outer door and then we went through a connecting door to the playroom.

While her husband lit two more lanterns, his wife picked up the paddles she had used on my rear earlier and asked, "Eager to knock a few more sins off your grimy soul?" I wasn't eager at all to feel that paddle, but as I had promised to pretended to be eager to 'play', so I nodded.

She ruffled my headfur and praised me, "Good bitch." Then she pointed at the ground and commanded, "Kneel there, facing the wall." I obeyed. "Put your arms between your legs and grab your ankles." To assume that position, I had to grind my face into the dusty floor and raise my ass high into the air.

"Good. Keep that position until you think that you have been punished enough." I groaned, a command like this meant that I had to suffer though this much longer than reasonable or she might be displeased.

Her husband sat down on a bale of straw where I could see him and grinned at me. As she had before, his wife started slowly, hitting me with little force to warm up my pelt slowly. She began on my right side at the middle of my thigh and went up to the top of my buttocks, then down the left side. Her husband alternated between watching his wife's handiwork and staring at my face.

She retraced that path over my defenseless rear twice more, hitting me harder each time. By the third round my rump was on fire and every now and then little noises began to escape from my mouth.

After that she began to vary where she hit me, how often and how hard. It got harder and harder to remain silent. With the loathsome stick still in my mouth, my groans, squeaks, sobs and the occasional scream were muffled, but loud enough for the two to hear.

By the time my mistress finally stopped I was sobbing and crying. The beating had been harder than I had hoped but shorter than I had feared.

She put the paddle away and told me to kneel at her feet. At her command I removed the stick from my mouth and set it against the ground to put it back into my tailhole. I wasn't nearly as well stretched or lubricated as I had been the first time, so forcing it into me was quite painful. The lat bit was the worst; I had to put almost my whole weight on the stick to get it past the muscles around the hole, so when it slipped in suddenly my already burning and extremely sensitive rump slammed into the rough ground. She giggled at my barely suppressed howl of pain.

She handed me a bowl of water and told me to rinse my mouth out. But I had to swallow, rather than spit it out afterwards. The water was cut with vinegar, which did help a lot to wash out the bad taste.

She planted her feet wide apart, lifted her dress and told me to get her hot. I could smell that spanking me had aroused her. She had positioned herself such that her husband could see her female parts and what I was doing to them. I licked her wet lips, I kept to the outer parts for the whole and only poked my tongue deeper into her a few times. Even so I could taste and smell her excitement rise quickly.

She told me to stop and stepped back. Her husband stood up and helped her sit down on the bale of straw he had just vacated.

"Come here." I followed him to where the pillory was hidden under the tarp. But he didn't want that, but there were more things under the tarp. He pointed at a strange contraption and commanded, "Move that over there." I was an old wagon wheel on a stand. Above it was a saddle. There was a pedal on each side of the wheel and a number of gears connected the wheel with the saddle. The whole thing was heavy, but I could drag it where he wanted me to place it. Now that I looked closer, the 'saddle' consisted of two halves with a gap of more than six inches between them.

When it was positioned to his liking, he explained, "You will sit on this, facing towards us and pedal until we tell you to stop. Understood?"

"Yes, Master."

"But first come here. Kneel. Good." He opened the flap of his trousers and freed his male parts from their confinement. A quick look told me that he had positioned himself so that his wife could see everything. And she was looked very interested in the proceedings, she even licked her lips. "Lick me and get me hard. When I tell you to stop get up there and start pedaling."

"Yes, Master." I leaned forward and began to lick his already quite hard shaft. I could taste his wife on him, it seemed he had not cleaned himself after fucking her some time in the afternoon. I didn't mind, his taste pleased and excited me. He was hard all too soon and told me to stop.

He watched me climb up on the contraption and sit down. Sitting on my burning rump hurt a lot and I winced. With the gap between the halves the saddle was very wide and I had to sit with my legs spread very indecently (I didn't mind that much, but I imagined Sister Michelle seeing me like this and shuddered at the thought). Each half of the saddle had two grips, one at the front and one at the back, but they were deliberately set on the outside of the saddle halves so anyone using them could not use her paws to cover herself.

I began to pedal and almost fell off in surprise when the saddle began to move. Not just move, but each half moved independently of the other and in a strange and unpredictable manner. It didn't take long before I realized why they wanted me to use this: when I pedaled, the halves of the saddle moved my body and especially my thighs and hips around in ways that made the stick in my ass move around inside me in very interesting ways. It seemed that they really wanted me hot and bothered. At first the pain radiating from my ass and thighs kept the arousal in check, but the pain receded slowly and my excitement grew.

The male watched me until he was sure I did what he had told me and quipped, "That is fun, isn't it?" He didn't wait for an answer, but turned to his wife who sat on the bale of straw and watched us.

He pushed her on her back and lifted her dress to expose her sex. Then he grabbed her knees and spread her legs wide until they almost turned towards the back. He thrust his hard cock into her wet, gaping sex and began to fuck her hard. He grabbed her arms and held them above her head. He was rough, I heard her grunt in pain a few times. But I could tell very quickly that they both enjoyed it.

They had positioned themselves directly in front of me so that I had to watch them. I didn't mind, I do enjoy watching that kind of thing (of course I prefer it when I can participate as well). The downside was that it did arouse me a lot. Together with the movement of the stick inside me I realized that I could easily get off from that. I remembered her warning that I was not allowed to come. I didn't dare to stop pedaling or to look away. I wasn't sure if they paid any attention to me, but I didn't dare to risk it, one look from either of them would be too much. And they would only have to turn their heads a little to see me. So I bit down and tried my best to fight the rising heat radiating from deep within my loins.

They rutted like animals. Heck, one might almost think that he was raping her, so rough did he fuck her. She struggled against him, but given his superior strength, it did not matter. I could tell from their grunts that they both enjoyed it immensely and I could smell it clearly.

She came with a little squeaky squeal that could almost have been mine. Their carnal struggle turned me on so much I almost joined her. She came a second time when her husband grunted and filled her with his cream and then at least twice more before he finally slowed down and pulled out. By now I was whimpering and made strangled noises as I fought against the orgasm that threatened to engulf me.

He turned to me and commanded, "Clean me, bitch!"

"Yes, Master." I climbed off the contraption, thankful to be allowed to end that delightful torture. And more then a little disappointed as well, of course. I knelt at his feet and began to lick his sticky cock. The smell and taste of their lovemaking was intoxicating. It turned me on, but in a more gentle and less urgent way than the motion of the stick in my ass and the sights and smells of their rutting had.

He stepped back and pointed at his wife, "Clean her, bitch."

"Yes, Master." As best as I could tell Lady Jenna had not moved since her husband had stopped fucking her, exhausted or in a daze, a state I knew very well and longed to feel again. I crawled forward and began to lap at her sex. I licked the puffed lips, the little patch of fur that surrounded them and the wet skin below. Then I thrust my tongue deep into her to lap up their mixed juices. Delicious!

She didn't move until I was finished and scooted back. Her husband took her hands and pulled her to her feet. Her knees seemed to be too weak to stand so he supported her for a bit longer. Maybe she only pretended so he had to hold her. They shared a long kiss. "Thank you, husband. That was wonderful. Uriel couldn't have done better."

"You were not bad yourself. You have pleased me, wife."

"I am glad to have been of service, O husband of mine." They shared a smile and kissed again. No matter how hateful they might be towards their inferiors (or what they thought of as such), they were clearly comfortable with and loved each other.

He released her and said, "I have some business I need to attend to. Have fun with your toy. But don't stay too long."

"I won't." They kissed again and then he picked up a lantern and left.

Lady Jenna looked at the closed door for a long moment and turned back to me. She considered me and then picked up the paddle and sat down on the bale of straw, directly in front of me. She put the paddle under my chin and lifted my muzzle so I had to look her in the eye and asked, "Did you have fun, pet?" When I nodded she told me to answer out loud.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Did you come?"

"No, Mistress."

"Really?"

"Yes, Mistress. I mean, I got really hot and it was a struggle, but I didn't come."

She stared in my eyes for a long moment and finally declared, "Alright, I believe you." She looked thoughtful for a moment and asked, "So, did you like the taste?" She licked her lips suggestively bit so there was no doubt what she meant.

"Yes, Mistress."

"So, you did you enjoy playing with us? You like to be my bitch?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Would you like to stay my bitch?" I was a bit startled at the suggestion, but before I could answer she went on, "Don't answer now. Think about it, pray to the saints, sleep on it and tell me your decision in the morning. One shouldn't make a life-changing decision like this quickly."

She collected her thoughts and explained, "I, we had a lot of fun with you. I am sure that my husband can get Sister Michelle to allow you stay with us and serve us. The sisters usually like to train sinners better before they are sent to serve, but I'm sure we can convince her to will make an exception. My husband can be very convincing, when he wants to be."

I agreed with that estimate. Call me cynical, but I was certain his 'convincing' would most likely be measured in gold crowns. "What would my duties be, Mistress?"

"The usual duties of a nun serving a family of nobles. And sometimes we would play with you. Like we did today. Of course there are a lot of other things I would like to try. And sometimes you would have to pretend to be a pet dog."

"Would you spank me?"

"Definitely. At least once a day. You have a very spankable behind, it would be a shame not to use it. And you need to atone for your past sins and pain is one of the best ways to do that."

"Would I be allowed to 'fave fun'?"

"Sometimes. But only when I give you permission and you would have to earn it. I won't remove the chastity belt. We can't let you have too much fun. And it would be very embarrassing for us should anyone learn that a nun in our service got with child."

For a moment I wondered why she was concerned with their honor and then I realized what she meant: that they would make sure no one would find out. Most likely I would have an 'accident' in that case. Lady Jenna smiled when she noticed my reaction.

"Whatever you decide, you will not speak a single word about how you serve us."

"I understand, Mistress. Sister Michelle explained that I had to treat my service to you as if I was a priest taking a confession. And revealing anything learned during a confession is a mortal sin and the punishment for that is really bad."

"Good. Just so we are clear, in case you continue to serve us, the same applies to all future services you render us."

"I understand perfectly, Mistress."

"Good. Then let's have a little fun. I just noticed that I didn't warm the fur on your chest. I'll have to remedy that immediately." I shivered at the thought but saw no way to avoid that.

Lady Jenna got up and opened a chest and removed two belt-like leather straps. Like a belt they had a buckle on one end but were too short to be used as a belt, except perhaps for a child. At her command I bent forward and held my arms behind my back. The shorter of the straps went around my wrists and tied them together. She wrapped the longer one around my elbows and then pulled hard until the elbows almost touched before she closed the buckle.

I raised my torso again. She put her hands on my knees and I lay back. My heels dug rather painfully into my sensitive ass cheeks in this position.

"Try not to make too much noise." And then she turned her attention to my poor tits.

She didn't hit them hard, but the soft skin there couldn't stand a lot of punishment. And it got more sensitive with each blow. She moved from one side to the other and I could never tell in advance where she would hit me next. By the time she finally stopped my eyes were full of tears and I was sobbing.

Lady Jenna put the paddle away and helped me back up and made me lean forward so she could untie my arms easily.

"Bitch! Sit!" I did. "Lie down." I did, but I was careful to keep my hypersensitive breasts up in the air. My mistress noticed that and pushed me down until the gravel dug into my tortured skin and I whimpered in pain. "Heel." I obeyed that command eagerly, anything was better than lying on my poor chest.

"You will behave like a dog until I tell you to stop." I gave her a shallow nod. She extinguished one of the lanterns and took the other with her. We left the playroom.

When we reached the tree, she asked, "Do you need to mark the territory?" I didn't, not really, but I got the impression that she wanted me to, so crawled forward and raised my leg while my mistress watched from behind, where she could see everything.

When I was done she led me to the doghouse and I crawled in. She locked the chain to my collar, wished me a pleasant night and left.

It promised to be a very unpleasant night. There was no way I could curl up without putting weight on at least some of the sensitive skin on my chest. And even curled up tightly and covered with my tail, it promised to be a cold night.

I was pleasantly surprised when the door opened a short while later and the female servant who had fed me before brought me a woolen blanket. She petted my head and then left. I wrapped myself in the blanket. It hurt, it was the scratchiest wool I had ever felt (and it didn't agree with the skin on my rump at all), the rugs we had used to wash the floor had been softer, but at least it was thick and warm.

I was exhausted, but much too high strung to fall asleep quickly. I could not stop thinking about her offer. With a start I realized that I was taking it seriously and wondered what that said about me. Or the way Superior Sister Michelle treated us. To be honest, as bad as it was, the offer was tempting. I realized that I would rather have my rump heated to near boiling by her paddle than recite that mindless litany one more time.

In the end I decided against it, mainly because I realized that the offer might well be one for life. They might let me go, but then they would have to make sure that I ended up far from here. Tey had to make sure that I never talked about their games, and it would be much easier to have me suffer some 'accident' when I was no longer useful to them than to find another way to make sure I kept my silence.

Eventually I fell asleep.

I slept surprisingly well that night. I was a little cold in the morning, but other than that it had been the most pleasant night since I had run afoul of the celestials. The faint smell of sex of Jenna and her husband had likely helped. I woke when the door opened. The sun wasn't up yet, but it was already dawning. It was the female servant from yesterday. She brought two bowls, one with water, the other with porridge, which smelled wonderful.

She ruffled my headfur to make sure I was awake and I nuzzled her hand to show my gratitude. She smiled at me, told me to eat up and left. The porridge was good. Surely not as good as the one my mother made, but the constant hunger made even the worst food palatable. And it was a good portion, enough to sate me.

She returned not long after I finished. "The blanket, please. I have to take it away before the Lady comes down." I nodded to show I understood and gave it to her. I wondered if she Lady Jenna had told her to give me the blanket or if the servant had done that without her mistress's blessing. She folded it up, took the empty bowls and left. I curled up tighter to keep warm as best as I could.

The motion made the stick in my tailhole dance and that helped a little to warm me. As did my thoughts of Lady Jenna, both good and bad. I dreaded her paddle, but longed for her (and her husband's) smell and taste.

She appeared a short while later. She held out her hand and let me nuzzle and lick it. She ruffled my headfur and praised me, "Good bitch!" Then she unlocked the chain from my collar and pointed at the tree. I crawled there and raised my leg to mark it while she watched.

"Heel!" I returned to her side and followed her to the stable. But instead of opening the door, she picked up a twig and threw it, "Fetch!"

It had landed near the doghouse and I ran there on all four, picked it up with my teeth and returned to my mistress. Suddenly I didn't feel cold any more, the stick that was still stuck in my tailhole got my blood flowing really quickly. I dropped the stick in her outstretched hand and let her pet me, "Good girl!"

I pretended to wait for her to throw it again, but she just dropped it and opened the door to the playroom. We entered, she lit the second lantern (she was carrying one) and closed the door.

"You must be chilly, let's get you warmed up. Get up there and start pedaling. You may speak now."

"Yes, Mistress." I climbed up on the contraction and began to pedal. That woke me up quickly. Not a bad way to start the day, not as good as waking up together with a male, but close. Or it would be if I would have been allowed to enjoy it properly.

In any case it got me hot really quickly, soon the heat started to radiate from my loins. I fought against the rising tide of lust as best as I could, but it didn't take long before I began to pant.

Lady Jenna, who had picked up her paddle, walked around me and inspected my body. I was quite certain that she found me attractive (likely females in general) and wondered if she acknowledged that, even to herself, or if she pretended that she was only interested in me as a victim for her cruel games.

"Do you enjoy this, my pet?"

I wheezed, "Yes, Mistress."

She reached for my right nipple and squeezed it to test its hardness, "I can tell." She reached around me and rubbed the sensitive spot under my tail. She giggled at the rather loud moan that elicited. Her right index finger touched my crotch below and as close to my sex as the chastity belt allowed and sniffed the finger, "You are dripping." and wiped it on my belly.

"Hold onto the grips in the back." I reached behind me and found them. The grips at the back of the saddle were set rather low so I had to arch my back a little to reach them.

Lady Jenna moved to stand directly in front of me, looked down at my heaving chest for a long moment and then at my face, "So, pet, did you think about my offer?"

"Yes, Mistress. I mean, I thought about it. But I would prefer not to."

"Really?" She looked annoyed and disappointed. I don't think she was used to not getting her way, at least when dealing with one she thought her inferior and I wondered how much she would let me feel her anger.

"Yes. I thought about it long and hard, Mistress. I do enjoy being your plaything, much of it at least. I was really tempted. But I am too afraid."

"You know I wouldn't hurt you." She looked at the paddle in her right hand, "Not too much, at least."

"I do believe you when you say that, Mistress. But I fear you might have no choice."

"Explain."

"I fear that I would have to serve you for the rest of my life, you would not risk letting me out of your sight for fear that I would talk about our... playtime."

"I guess you are right about that. But I would not hurt you deliberately."

"Mistress, I believe you when you say that. But there might come a day when you or your husband felt that you had to silence me permanently. You might not like to do it, but I fear that you would do it to protect your reputation. That is what frightens me, not that you would want to kill me, but that you might not have a choice in the matter."

"I see. Too bad." The expression on her face was unreadable as she studied me. Finally she said, "You are smarter than I thought. Just as well that it is a moot point, I had no plans to seek your services in any case. It would have been much too suspicious to hire a sinner before she at least takes the full vow of service to her order."

"Why did you ask me, then?"

"You can figure that out on your own."

"I see. So you wanted me to desire serving you and then be disappointed when you turned me down."

She didn't say anything, but her smile told me that I was right.

"We can't let you have too much fun, you are supposed to atone for your sins, after all." She stepped away and to my right and raised the paddle. I steeled myself as best as I could while she aimed at my breasts. The first hit on my right tit sounded like thunder in my ears and I squeaked in pain. After that she beat me with less force, but it still hurt a lot. And my tortured breasts seemed to become more sensitive with each blow. It did not take long before I was sobbing. The only 'good' thing about the pain was that it dampened my raging arousal.

I was very glad when she stopped and told me to get off the contraption. At her command I carried it back to where it had stood before and covered it with the tarp.

"Take the stick out of your ass. Don't get anything dirty." Getting it out was a bit of a struggle but I managed to dislodge it eventually. I put it in my muzzle and made a face at the disgusting taste, which amused my mistress.

I followed her to the stable and she opened the door to the outside. She pointed at the pile of horse-dung and said, "I assume you know what to do."

I nodded, looked around and hurried there to do my thing. Then I hurried back. As best as I could tell no one had seen me. My mistress closed the door and I followed her back to the playroom.

"Kneel there. Arms between your legs and grab your ankles." I assumed the position, wincing in pain as I did so. While the position of my arms kept them between my tortured breasts and the gravelly ground it did squish my breasts against them. But I quickly stopped thinking about that as my mistress attacked my exposed rear with vigor. She spanked me hard until every inch of my fur hurt as if it had been branded and I was sobbing and crying helplessly.

Thankfully the torture ended eventually and I struggled to my feet. My mistress let me take the stick out of my mouth and I dropped it into a bucket, presumably so a servant would clean it later.

Then I followed her back to the house, pretending to be a dog while we crossed the garden. She threw a stick for me to fetch and then that part was over. My robe hung in the small entrance room and Lady Jenna told me to put it on, put up the hood and close the lower flap.

She connected the leash to my collar and tied up my arms. Then she grinned at me, "Goodbye my pet. May the saints forgive you your sins. Stand here in the corner, facing the wall."

"Goodbye Mistress. It was a pleasure to serve you." I stood stood where she indicated.

"Do not move. Someone will fetch you." She lifted the rear of my robe and slapped each of my butt cheeks lightly. Then she turned to leave and climbed up the stairs. I heard her, "And now to wake up my husband." She had spoken softly but I was certain that she had wanted me to hear. I had a good idea how she planned to wake him, I had smelled her eagerness. The scent was faint but clear and I was quite sure that she wore no underpants under her dress.

A few minutes later a female servant came to fetch me. I followed her down the corridor where she met an armed man. Together the two escorted me to the inn where my fellow sinners were waiting to set out. The guard made a few derogatory comments about furs, but when I didn't react, he stopped bothering me and spent most of the time chatting with the female, a young woman and quite pretty, as far as I could tell (she wore robes almost as concealing as the nuns did).

One of the gray sisters led us upstairs to Superior Sister Michelle's room. The two relayed Sir Mitch's thanks and the guard handed her a book. I couldn't be absolutely sure, but I think I heard the clink of coins as he did so. She spoke a short ritual blessing for the two and they left me in her care.

She closed the door and turned her attention to me and asked, "Did you learn anything?"

"Yes, Superior Sister."

"They made you behave like a dog. That must have been very strange. They didn't do anything improper, did they?" Suddenly her eyes were shining with curiosity.

I felt a sudden unease and wondered what to say. I couldn't just stay silent, but I wasn't supposed to say anything about what happened and I certainly didn't want to. Not to her, at least. And then I remembered a phrase she had mentioned, "In Mother Juanita's ears." to indicate that what had happened or been spoken was for not meant for mortal ears.

She gave me a hard look, "I see." She was clearly not happy about my silence, but could not do anything about it.

I wondered if she would make me regret this later and decided to give her a little tidbit, "They spanked me really hard, to encourage me to atone."

"And you feel that you can tell me this, even when you invoke silence?"

"Anyone who looks at my rear can see it clearly."

"Yes?" She twirled her finger and lifted the rear of my robe. Seeing the bright red skin beneath my fur, mute testimony that I had been punished vigorously, seemed to please her. "Good."

She called for one of the gray sisters who led me downstairs so I could wait in the yard together with the others. A while later we set out.

The next two days passed without much special happening. I was not chosen for further service. And then we reached Marenbruk, the capital of Tukis.