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From Stray to Slave

A/N I'm proud to say this story is my first ever commission! Big thanks to BlackLight101 for commissioning it! It's a bit kinkier than normal, and pretty long, so hopefully you guys enjoy. Also, if you're interested in commissioning a story from me, feel free to shoot me a pm!

The human woke up with a gasp. A quick look at his surroundings concluded that he was in the back of a van of some kind. He then put two and two together with the sharp pain in his side that he felt as he was walking down the street before everything went black. He tried moving his arms, but quickly discovered they were tightly bound, rendering him nearly motionless. Panic started to set in; had his owner finally found him? Had he been snatched by human traffickers?

“Ah, looks like my passenger has finally come to," a disembodied voice said from behind the human. He tried to turn to see who the voice was coming from, but this was proven to be unnecessary as his apparent kidnapper walked to where he could see her. A lioness met his gaze, which relieved him somewhat; at least it wasn't his mistress. “You have some explaining to do, boy," she said with a triumphantly smug grin on her face. The human looked down in defeat, knowing there was nothing he could do.

The lioness chuckled at his pathetic display. “Now… your name?" There was a pause before the human answered.

“Ashton…"

“Good. And your number?" Every slave was assigned an identification number in order to replace their last names.

“6705."

“Very good. At least you're cooperative. Now," she leaned in close to his face. “Who is your owner?" The human balked and turned away, terrified at the idea of being sent back to his owner. She was a particularly cruel tigress who took great pleasure in Ashton's brutal torment. From harsh canings to intense smothering sessions that left him unconscious more than once to flat out beatings, the human was surprised he even had the strength left to run away. But… if she knew he was lying, he could've been in even more trouble than he likely already was.

“Claire Whitefang," he finally responded. The lioness nodded with a smile.

“Good, good. If you'd tried lying to me, I would have broken your jaw. Now, you probably think I'll be sending you back to her, right?" Ashton's pupils shrunk and a cold shiver ran up his spine. Of course, his captor noticed this and chuckled. “As much as I'd love to give you back to that sadist, I'm afraid that won't be the case. You see, in case you didn't know, she kidnapped you, rather than going through the proper legal channels. As such, you are now property of the state, so you'll be spending some time in the human shelters," she was about to continue when the human frantically interrupted her.

“No! Wait, please, just send me back, anything but the shelters! I," his sentence was cut off with a harsh slap in the face that made him see stars. A red paw mark quickly formed on his face.

“Interrupt me again, boy, and I'll sew your damn mouth shut! You will learn to respect your superiors or else the shelters will be nothing short of a living hell that will make you beg for death! Although, that will be the case whether you obey or not." The human began to panic again and started to hyperventilate; the binds only adding to his hopeless terror. The lioness relished in this squirming fear, which was quite similar to how prey squirms in a predator's grasp before they close their jaws around their meal's throat and squeeze until the squirming inevitably stops.

“You should see some of the women they have there. Most of them have the strength to tear your head clean off your shoulders, but of course they won't fancy that. That'd put an end to their fun. And who knows how long you'll be in there; a few weeks, months, years? Perhaps…" she leaned in close to the human's face. “You'll be another lifer. I couldn't even imaging facing such torture every day for the rest of your life, but it's happened. Of course, the stress ensures they don't last long regardless."

The human had heard enough. Panic had completely overtaken him and he let out a bloodcurdling scream. “Help! Someone please for god's sake help me!" The lioness clapped a paw over his mouth as she laughed.

“What good will that do you, boy? Do you honestly think a fur would help a stray human being legally detained? You must really be in the throes of sheer panic," she taunted, enjoying the human's fear as though she were able to devour it like a delightful treat. “Now, I believe we should get moving. I'm sure you're excited to see your new home," she said with a cruel laugh. “But first…" she then reached over the human's head and strapped a ball gag around the human's face.

“I know nobody will care about your screams," the lioness explained as she rolled her eyes. “But they get so obnoxious sometimes." Tears began to roll down Ashton's face and he began to beg, but thanks to the gag, all that came out was mumbled gibberish. His captor patted his head with a smile before climbing up into the driver's seat and starting the van. She then pulled out into the street and began the short drive to the place that all humans feared.

After a mere two minutes, which to the human felt like an eternity, the van was parked at the back entrance of the human shelter. Ashton began to whine and squirm furiously, trying once again to escape his tight bonds to no avail. The lioness climbed back into the rear of the van and opened the back doors, where a female horse and bear were waiting. Both of them were rippling with muscles to the point where they could've ripped the van's doors off of their hinges.

Ashton's eyes widened in fear and he leaned into the lioness as she tried carrying him towards the muscular furs. The three furs grinned in cruel amusement and the human's captor easily pushed him towards the horse and bear. They quickly fell upon him, the bear grabbing his shoulders and the horse grabbing his feet. He squirmed and wiggled in their grasp, but their grip remained firm. “Oh, this one's a fighter. I'm going to love breaking him," the horse said as she licked her lips. The lioness stepped out of the back of the van, closing the doors behind her.

“I'm sure we all will. He'll be screaming for mercy by the time we're done with him," she said before reaching down and stroking the human's face. More tears ran down Ashton's face and his squirms renewed. The lioness then reached down dug her claws into his shoulder, enjoying his moans of pain. “Get him cleaned, then we can begin our fun." The two other furs nodded before carrying him in through the back door.

The human's expectations of getting cleaned were discovered to be vastly different than what was planned for him. Rather than a bath or shower of sorts, the human was stripped naked, put up against a tiled wall, and sprayed with a high-powered hose. The cold water kept him pressed against the wall, unable to move out of its way. His cries for mercy were typically met with the spray being directed at his face, suffocating and blinding him momentarily. He was then bent over, exposing his tight asshole which was also sprayed with the hose.

After he was fully sprayed, Ashton was blasted with cold air from a blow dryer, which didn't completely dry him off, but at least he wasn't dripping wet. Then, the two furs led him out of the room into the main room of the shelter. Cages filled with humans lined the walls, some calling out for help, while others sat in defeated silence. “Welcome home, maggot," the horse taunted with a light southern accent.

“Fresh meat," the bear called out to the humans. This was met with groans and cries from the humans; not that another human would be made to suffer like them, but that the shelter would become even more crowded. It was originally supposed to take around 20 humans, but it actually held near 40. Ashton looked around at the cramped cages, full of humans desperate for freedom.

He was then dragged into another room; this one was the most terrifying of all. It was mostly dark, save for one light in the center. The light illuminated a table with four straps on it, along with an X-shaped bondage board. On the right wall, there was a cabinet, likely full of horrific torture equipment. The human whined and tried to squirm away, but the two muscular furs tightened their grip on his arms until he thought they would snap.

Ashton was then led to the table and strapped down by his wrists and ankles. Panic began to set in again and the screams for help began anew. The bear smirked before taking off her panties and shoving them in the boy's mouth, effectively gagging him. Her musk quickly overwhelmed his senses and left his mind in a clouded haze, making him much more cooperative.

Suddenly, the lioness came into the room, grinning cruelly at the bound human. She was holding a clipboard and a pencil as she walked up to Ashton. “I see Sam and Olga have shown you around a little." She then removed the panties from his mouth. “Now, before we get to the real fun, I just have a few questions so I can fill out this paperwork. First, how old are you?" The human struggled to remember his exact age. Human birthdays weren't exactly celebrated, thus they eventually forgot when they were.

“I'm umm… 19," the boy said tentatively. The lioness' grin widened.

“Oooh, so young… I love boys your age. So defiant, yet so eager to please once a little pressure is applied." As the lioness said 'pressure', she gripped one of Ashton's nipples and squeezed it, making him whine and squirm. “Next question: were you born in a state approved human birthing facility?" The human blushed at this. His previous mistress made sure the human knew that he was born from a stray mother. This of course meant he wasn't put through the government's human training program, thus making him essentially worthless on the slave market.

“N…No." The lioness quirked an eyebrow and wrote down his answer.

“A stray born from a stray? Goodness, you're just full of surprises, Ashton. But that just means there's more fight in you that we can snuff out. Now, onto the final question. How long did you live with your previous mistress?" The human tried his best to remember how long he lived with the tigress without going too deep into the horrific experiences he went through while he was there.

“About 2 years." The lioness only nodded and wrote that down.

“I also have a question," the bear piped up with a thick, nearly incomprehensible Russian accent.

“Yes, Olga," the lioness asked.

“How long is the boy's tongue?" The other two furs laughed at this before the horse grabbed Ashton's tongue.

“Let's find out," Sam responded.

“I keep a ruler in my cabinet for just such an occasion," the lioness said before walking to the cabinet and pulling one out. The ruler was held up to the boy's tongue; 3 inches. “Hmm… not very long, sadly. Although there is an operation we could do to make it longer," she contemplated with a smirk. “I suppose we'll have to think about it." Now it was Sam's turn to interject.

“How about his junk? I wanna see how long his pecker is. And how much he'll squirm when I play with it," she teased with her southern drawl as she patted his cock.

“That's also a good question, Sam," the lioness commented before bringing the ruler up to Ashton's flaccid cock; also 3 inches. “Interesting. Are you a grower, boy?" The human blushed furiously and looked away in shame before shaking his head. “Aww, so your tongue is just as long as your cock. Goodness, even a human girl wouldn't want to fuck you; but she might let you eat her out if you're lucky. Now, onto the next test."

The lioness reached down and started running a clawed finger up the length of his shaft, eliciting a moan from Ashton and quickly hardening his cock. She then firmly gripped it, making sure her soft pawpads rubbed against it. This sent the boy into another fit of moans and made him squirm as much as he could with his bound limbs. His cock was now fully erect, but barely longer than it was soft. “Oh my, he's very sensitive, it seems. Not used to so much attention down here, are you, cutie," she teased.

“He is pretty darn cute," Sam agreed. “Such a young, innocent face. So easily corruptible…"

“So easy to smother between my breasts," Olga added, to the other two's laughter. Ashton, on the other hand, didn't laugh.

“Hear me out… what if we kept him? Not even as a lifer, but just as a personal sex toy? I'd give him lots of attention," Sam suggested. The lioness and the bear both looked at each other ponderingly.

“Well, from the looks of him, I doubt he'd be good for much else. It'd probably either be that or give him to someone else as a pleasure slave," the lioness contemplated. “Let's mull it over. For now, let's let the boy get some sleep. We'll make sure to have lots of fun with him tomorrow. Put him in the cage in my office." She leaned in towards Ashton. “You're welcome," she said tauntingly. The bear, in almost one fluid motion, undid the boy's straps and picked him up, cradling him like a baby.

The lioness' office looked fairly plain, with various awards on the shelves. Although the pictures on her walls mainly consisted of her posing with various humans on leashes. Olga noticed him staring at them. “We have broken many humans over the years. The ones here are her proudest achievements. Perhaps you'll be up there soon," she mused as she tussled his hair. The bear then led him to a small cage in the corner of the room and forced him into it.

It was very cramped, barely large enough to hold him. And the only padding was a light sheet on the bottom of it, not enough to protect the human from the cold metal bars. As soon as he climbed in, he knew tonight would be hell. “Good night, little human. Sleep tight," Olga said with a chuckle. She then flicked the lights off and left.

Ashton was right; that night was a living hell. The bars eventually warmed thanks to his body heat, but they were still hard, unyielding, and uncomfortable. The cramped space made sleep nearly impossible until exhaustion took him from consciousness by force. After a couple hours in the cage, the boy began to weep. Living as a stray was nowhere near glamorous, but at least he was free. That fact made him thankful for every day, no matter what it threw at him, and it threw a lot. But now, he was arguably worse off than before; a slave of not one, but three sadistic furs. And this time, he feared, there would be no hope of escape.

A bright, burning light pulled him from his slumber. He cried out and looked away before opening his eyes to see what was going on. It was the lioness, holding a high-powered flashlight to his face. She laughed as the human moaned in misery before unlocking and opening the door. “Get up, boy. You have a very busy day ahead of you," she taunted as she yanked his arm.

Ashton tried to stand up, but immediately collapsed, the feeling of pins and needles coursing throughout his legs and arms. The lioness caught him easily and held him up until it eventually went away. Then, the cramps came. The human moaned as his entire body seemed to tense up in dull muscle aches. “Let's go, bitch. I'm not going to wait for you all day, now come on," she commanded as she pulled him along.

He was led back into the room, where Olga and Sam were waiting, cruel smirks on each of their faces. “Now, here's what's going to happen, boy. We're each going to have a turn having fun with you, then at the end of the day, we'll take care of some… official business," the lioness said before snickering. “First, you'll be spending time with Olga, then Sam, and finally, me. We expect you to obey us completely; disobey, and we will have to use drastic measures, and you do not want that to happen. Let's just say, it's a lot harder to rebel without certain organs giving you the right hormones."

Ashton's eyes widened in fright, much to their amusement. Sam and the lioness then started to walk out of the room, leaving him alone with Olga. “Try not to knock him out too many times Olga," the lioness said, not caring about the boy's health, but rather him being tormented in a properly scheduled manner.

“No promises," Olga replied before cracking her knuckles and walking towards the boy. He gulped as the door closed. “Now, let's see what that three inch tongue can do. On your knees." With her thick Russian accent, it took Ashton a couple seconds to fully register what she said. This was a couple seconds too many as the bear gripped his shoulders and pushed him onto the ground.

The Russian's pants and panties were quickly yanked down, exposing her pussy, which was already starting to get wet. “Lick," she commanded. Ashton obeyed quickly, not wanting to annoy the musclebound bear. He tried his best to remember the commands his old mistress gave him when he licked her, wanting to get on Olga's good side as much as possible. “Mmm, not bad. You definitely have done this before." The boy couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in the compliment.

Suddenly, the boy's body was pulled forward until his head was the only thing in front of the bear. Her thighs squeezed tightly around his head, supporting him, but also applying around 300 pounds of pressure to his cranium. “Keep licking," Olga demanded. Ashton quickly went back to work, sucking her folds and delving his tongue deep inside her slit. As her orgasm neared closer and closer, her thighs tightened more and more around his head. By the time her climax finally came, the boy genuinely believed that the bear would keep squeezing and squeezing until his head finally popped like a grape.

The Russian moaned and dug her claws into Ashton's scalp, almost deep enough to draw blood. Juices poured from her slit as every muscle in her body, especially her thighs, tensed up. The human began to see stars and his vision was very close to completely darkening. Olga looked down and saw his face was a deep red, but slowly transitioning to blue. Eventually, she was able to relax her muscles and caught the boy before he could fall from between her thighs.

He took deep, gasping breaths for air as his face slowly returned to its original color. The bear had an almost motherly smile as she lifted him up into her arms and carried him to the table. “Well, your oral skills are adequate, boy, and your breath control isn't too bad. But I want to test your true limits," she said as she strapped him down. Olga then climbed onto the table and straddled his chest, facing away from him. His vision was almost entirely filled by her huge rump. “Deep breath now." Then her ass completely smothered him.

Ashton originally thought her ass would be hard or at least firm, but this certainly wasn't the case. Her ass was incredibly soft and warm, covered in plush fur. Almost immediately after she sat on the human, his face was overwhelmed with warmth from the bear's body heat. “Lick my asshole, boy," Olga commanded. Most humans probably would've balked at this, but Ashton was used to these sorts of depraved things. His old mistress loved having her ass licked, and that was just the surface of the perverted acts she'd do with him.

His tongue danced around the rim of her anus, his tongue quickly getting sore as his tongue had to push through the thick, suffocating cheeks that were smothering him. Luckily, this was good enough for Olga, who moaned lightly and spread her cheeks while the boy lapped away at her asshole. After about 30 seconds, Ashton began to squirm against the straps, desperate for air. His vision began to darken, and he felt his strength slowly begin to leave him.

“Oh please, I've had humans last three times this long. We'll have to give you lots of training." Another 30 seconds passed. Ashton began to moan under her huge ass, desperate for even a molecule of air. He tried moving his face out of her ass, but whereas that may have worked with a smaller ass, Olga's was large enough to completely smother him no matter where he turned. “Did I say stop licking my ass?" The boy moaned as he dutifully went back to tonguing her hole. Stars danced at the corners of his vision, slowly making their way towards the center. These were followed by darkness, which also crept in from the corners of his sight.

His struggles became desperate as he thrust his torso into the air. It didn't help in the slightest, but his mind was racing in panic, trying to find anything that could possibly free him from the confines of the bear's ass. Slowly, the human's squirms weakened to the point where he couldn't even move his limbs anymore. Right as the darkness completely overtook him, the bear lifted her ass up, allowing him to take huge lungfuls of air. In the middle of his third breath, Olga's ass dropped again, darkening his world once more.

This continued for almost an hour as the human licked the bear's asshole under her giant asscheeks. The Russian seemed to have a mental connection with Ashton, as she knew exactly when he was seconds away from passing out. She would then allow him to breathe, but only for a few seconds. She wanted as much mileage out of this boy as possible. Finally, as the human was once again on the verge of unconsciousness, she stood up.

“Alright, now onto our last activity," Olga said as she stepped down from the table. She then unstrapped Ashton and led him over to a mat that was off to the side of the room. “We're going to wrestle so I can show you your physical inferiority." The human gulped at this. She stood at about 7 feet, whereas he stood at about 6, plus she easily had 200 pounds on him. He couldn't wrestle this giant of a bear at full strength, but he'd been bound and smothered for an hour. His head throbbed and his limbs felt weak. But the Russian wasn't offering him much of a choice as she dragged him over.

“Ready," she queried, knowing that he wasn't and never would be. Ashton whimpered in fear as Olga suddenly dashed at him and tackled him to the mat. First, she put him in a simple headlock, cutting off his oxygen again, but also the blood flow to his head. After a mere 20 seconds, he was tapping her arm, begging her to stop. Eventually, she released him, dropping him to the padded floor.

“Come on, human, come at me," the bear taunted. Ashton weakly stood before hesitantly running at her and diving at her legs. He pulled and pulled at Olga's left leg with all his strength, but it wouldn't budge in the slightest. The boy might as well have tried to pull a tree trunk out of the ground. The Russian laughed before picking the boy up by the waist, holding him upside down before dropping him flat on his back, knocking the wind out of him.

The human gazed up at her in fear before trying to crawl away. A heavy footpaw on his chest prevented this before the bear sat down on his chest, pushing out every last bit of air in his lungs. She then brought her thighs together around his head, crushing it yet again. Despite how unpleasant it was, Ashton was at least thankful that he could breathe. As though Olga could read this thought, she reached down her paws, pinched his nose with one hand, and covered his mouth with the other.

The squirms began anew as the human thrashed between the bear's thighs, furiously tapping the mat as a nonverbal plea for mercy. She kept her paws over his mouth and nose for the next minute, but to Ashton, it felt like hours as unconsciousness once again began to take him away. But again, right as he was about to succumb to it, he was allowed to breathe again. Olga then stood up and pulled him up with her.

Olga essentially used Ashton as a wrestling training dummy for the next half hour, using various holds on him, most of which were very sexual. These included lying on him and smothering him with her breasts, multiple headscissor holds, and flat out sitting on his face once more. The human didn't complain much about the last one, since he started to grow quite fond of the soft, large rear of the bear. Eventually, the panting human was allowed to stand, still wavering before Olga gave him a big kiss on the lips. “I cannot wait to train you more. We're keeping you forever, I'll make sure of it," she said, her Russian-accented voice dripping with sheer dominant lust.

The bear then left to get Sam, momentarily leaving Ashton by himself. For a brief moment, he pondered trying to escape. He'd been able to pull some crafty moves to escape his old mistress, so it was possible that he'd make it out. But if he got caught… who knows what horrors would await him? Then again, this may be his last chance; he'd heard that human shelters took strong measures to make sure humans couldn't escape, and he really didn't want to find out.

But right as he was about to form an actual escape plan, Sam burst into the room. “Hey bitch," she said with her light southern accent. “Just a warning, your ass is gonna be a torn-open hole by the time I'm done with you. Come to momma and let's see what we got to work with." Ashton shuddered before slowly making his way over to her. As soon as he got to Sam, she pried his mouth open and shoved a couple of her fingers in. Surprisingly, she was able to fit the digits all the way in his mouth without so much as a gag.

“Damn, not bad. Guess that tigress fucked the gag reflex out of you, huh?" The human blushed deeper, looking down in embarrassment. “Now the other end." Quickly, he was spun around and bent at the waist, exposing his pink asshole to the mare. His asscheeks were spread wide and the boy could feel her thick fingers prodding at his hole. Two of them quickly gained entry up to the first knuckle. “Mmm, she must have really liked pounding you. Most humans couldn't take one of my fingers, or at least without begging me to stop."

Sam then pulled her fingers out and walked over to the cabinet. She opened it and began to dig around, sending Ashton's anxiety skyrocketing; nothing good could be in that cabinet. His gut feeling was right as the horse turned around, a footlong horse strap-on in her hand. The human's heart stopped, his eyes wide with pure terror. The mare noticed this and began to laugh as she walked over to him.

“Betcha she never used one of these babies on you though," she taunted with a smirk as she stroked the plastic cock before strapping it around her waist. The horse was right about that; the biggest cock Ashton had ever taken was a 6-inch feline shaped cock that his former mistress loved using on him. “Get on your knees, boy. Let momma take care of you for a while." The human hesitated before obeying her command.

Sam quickly lined up the tip of the horse cock with his mouth. “Open wide, slut. Here it comes," she demanded. Ashton slowly opened his mouth. The second the mare considered it wide enough, 4 inches of the plastic strap wound up in his mouth and down his throat. If the human weren't completely shocked, he probably would've been thankful that his gag reflex was eliminated by his old owner. Otherwise, chances are he would've lost his nonexistent lunch all over the mare's crotch, and who knows how horrific the punishment would be for that.

Within ten seconds or so, Sam's giant strap was almost in the boy's throat to the hilt. A sizeable bulge formed with each thrust as Ashton's throat was stretched to its limits, and all he could do was sit and hope that it'd be over quickly. “You ready for the surprise, boy," the horse queried. She apparently didn't anticipate an answer, as before the human could even think about what it could be, Sam pulled out a button connected to the strap-on belt and pressed it.

Suddenly, a gush of liquid spurted down the boy's throat, very nearly making the human gag. Sam laughed at Ashton's shock before pressing it again, causing another shot of liquid into his stomach. “Good thing I splurged for the cum tube, right? Just a shame I can't breed you myself. Anyway, now that this baby is lubed up, turn around and let's get to the real fun." Ashton hesitated before taking the cock out of his mouth and turning around.

Sam didn't wait long before pinning the boy against the wall, hot dogging the giant cock between his cheeks. “Ready, boy? It's going in whether you're ready or not, so it doesn't really matter," she taunted with a chuckle. The human squirmed as she leaned on him, squeezing his head between her sizeable breasts. Her strong hands easily bent him over, exposing his hole. With one quick thrust, half of the strap was in his ass.

“Damn, she must have fucked you a lot, boy," the mare said with a grin. “Most of the slaves I play with can't even hope to take half of Ol' Bessie." She then pulled out and thrusted back in, this time getting almost three-quarters in. Sam laughed in amused amazement. “Shit, did your mistress fuck you with a baseball bat or something? Or wait… maybe it wasn't just your mistress." She leaned down into his ear. “You been whoring yourself out, boy?"

Ashton blushed deeply and looked away in shame. “Answer me, boy," she demanded. The horse was right on the money with her guess. The human had had to resort to desperate measures to make a living as a stray human. Typically, furs wouldn't like to help his kind, but in exchange for some quick release, they were usually more than willing to part with ten dollars or so. Of course, he'd had his fair share of cons from furs who'd rather have a free fuck. There wasn't much he could do to prevent that, sadly. The mare shoved his head against the wall. “I said answer me!"

“Y-yes," he whimpered. “I've been whoring myself."

“A stray and a slut. Damn, you're pathetic," Sam said with a chuckle.

A few more thrusts and the cock was in him to the hilt. Soon, the horse was in a rhythm, pounding the boy at full speed. As is happened, all Ashton could do was lean against the wall and moan as his ass was fucked at the horse's incredibly fast pace.

The human felt his hard cock twitch and leak as his prostate was nearly pounded into dust from the horse cock. He could feel his orgasm coming in a fast crescendo that caught him way off guard. Before long, he let out a squeaky moan as he blew his load all over the wall, which began to slowly leak down to the floor. Sam laughed and gripped the human by the hair. “Don't think I'm gonna stop just because you came, boy. We're going until your balls are empty, got it," she queried, not slowing her fucking down in the slightest. Ashton nodded weakly, already feeling exhaustion set in from the massive orgasm he just had.

The mare never seemed to tire, as she'd been going at it for the past 15 minutes but her pace continued to be unrelenting, vigorous, and powerful. The poor human didn't have a chance to even catch his breath as orgasm after orgasm rocked his world. He'd already came twice more after the first time, each load yielding less and less cum. “You better really enjoy those orgasms, boy. Cuz after this, you ain't cumming for a loooong time," Sam teased with a chuckle.

The next half hour was filled with nothing but the noises of the horse's grunts, the human's lascivious moans, and the hard slap of plastic horse balls against battered human balls with each thrust. Eventually, Ashton reached his 6th orgasm. This time though, nothing was added to the cum splattered wall. Instead, only a tiny, pitiful drop leaked from his cock and dropped to the floor. After this, his legs wavered and he nearly dropped to his knees before being caught by Sam. The human, and his balls, were spent.

“Well, looks like you're all done. But of course, we gotta do the grand finale," the mare said before pressing the button again. Ashton then felt rope after rope of artificial cum being shot into his rectum, filling it up to the point where some started spurting out around the plastic cock. “There we go. That's a good boy. You'll make a great toy for us, mark my words. Now, one last thing before you go. All that moaning got me hot and bothered." She then took off the strap-on and got up onto the table before spreading her legs. “Eat my pussy, bitch." Ashton quickly crawled to her, fake cum leaking from his ass, and began to slurp away at the horse's wet womanhood.

It didn't take long for Sam to cum, thanks to all the friction from the strap-on, plus the joy of the sheer domination. Her muscular thighs clamped around Ashton's head as her orgasm wracked her. The human noticed that while Olga's thighs were strong, they still had some fat and some soft fur to cushion the pressure, the mare's were pure muscle, with very little fur to protect him. “Would you believe that most of my exercise comes from squeezing small bitches like you? Humans make great equipment." The boy didn't really get to reply, with his face, now beet red, smushed against her pussy.

Eventually, she let him go, dropping him to the floor. “Well, looks like our playtime is over… for now. I'll go get Nadia, so she can have her fun. Hopefully she doesn't destroy you," she said, laughing sadistically. Ashton assumed Nadia was the name of the lioness, but a faint hope in his mind wanted it to be anybody but her. He could only imagine what will await him.

A few minutes after Sam left, Nadia walked into the room, staring the human down the entire time. The human felt his blood run cold as her predatory eyes stared straight through him. “You thought what those two put you through was the worst of it," she asked, not expecting an answer. “I promise you, they just want to play with your kind. They're not interested in teaching what I want pounded into your skulls. And that…" she grabbed Ashton by the ear and led him to the table. “Is how truly inferior your species is. And you will admit it while I have my fun with you." She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “And I can guaran-fucking-tee that you won't have the slightest semblance of fun."

Nadia then strapped him down to the table before striding to the cabinet and pulling out a wide array of tools. She also pulled out a collapsible table and set it down next to the other table, then put the tools on it. “Now… what to use on you first," the lioness pondered. “Aha!" She then leaned towards the table and grabbed a couple clips. The boy gulped as she leaned over him, grinning evilly. “You know, I've heard these hurt a lot more coming off than going on. But I bet they hurt like a bitch regardless." She then clamped one on each of the human's nipples.

The pain was exquisite as Ashton leaned his head back and let out a pitiful scream of agony. Nadia only laughed and pulled the clips, making his scream increase in volume. “You're familiar with how humans became a slave species, right 6705," she queried, referring to him by his number. The boy shook his head, his face still contorted in pain, though it was slowly fading. “Of course not. You're a stray, so who would've taught you? Well, allow me to educate you. You see," she said as she grabbed a cat-o-nine tails from the table, which upon further inspection had metal pins attached to the end of each tail. The bound human began to squirm in fear.

“Humans had the false belief that furs were their equals." This sentence was emphasized with a fierce strike of the whip on Ashton's midsection. He let out a pained yelp, his breathing becoming harsher. “As we all know, this wasn't true. Thankfully, the Fur Supremacy Alliance called their brothers to action." Another strike from the whip, this time on his chest, nearly knocking the clamps off. Nadia became more passionate in her speech as well, as though she were fighting that very same war at that moment.

“But the foolish humans tried to fight back. Tried to hold onto that _LIE." _ Three more strikes. Ashton's torso was now bleeding a sizeable amount. “But the furs prevailed! The furs defeated that worthless human species!" Another particularly strong strike. Tears began to fall from the human's face, pain completely overtaking his mind. “But of course, furs are more generous as well. So they decided rather than simply exterminating the pathetic humans, they figured they'd at the very least make good slaves." One more strike. “Judging by the ladies' evaluation your performance today, you may prove that right."

The human visibly flinched as the cat-o-nine tails was once again brought up over Nadia's head. He closed his eyes as he anticipated the vicious tearing of his skin… but it never came. Instead, the lioness simply laughed as she tossed it back onto the table. “Now I want you to repeat it back to me, boy. Verbatim. Word for word." She then grabbed a small paddle and walked down towards Ashton's crotch. He'd be terrified of that, but he was at the moment more terrified of trying to remember that entire diatribe Nadia just went on.

“W-we…" The human was immediately cut off by the paddle coming down hard on his balls. Stars filled his vision as he could only let out a strangled moan.

“I said verbatim, you brainless little shit! Again!" Ashton took some deep breaths before starting over.

“H-humans had the false belief that furs were their equals." Suddenly, he felt the paddle rubbing against his privates.

“Keep going, boy. Just making sure you know what's at stake so you don't fuck up," the lioness said, baring her teeth in an evil grin.

This continued for the next ten minutes as the human desperately tried to repeat Nadia's speech back to her. Each tiny mistake, even a long pause, was punished with a harsh slap to the balls and the command to start over again. He nearly broke down weeping when he had gotten to the last sentence but was then interrupted by the cruel lioness smacking him across the belly with her paddle. “Fuck," he exclaimed, mostly out of shock. This was met with a fierce smack to his gonads. A short shriek followed by a sob was allowed before it was interrupted by his mistress' command.

“Again." And with that, he begrudgingly started over. Finally, he finished her speech. “Good boy," Nadia praised as she rubbed his cock again. Ashton moaned almost instantly. “That really is a sensitive cock. Hmm… I have something fun we can do." She then went back to the cabinet and grabbed a vibrator wand. The boy wasn't as terrified as with the other tools, but he knew it'd be used in some cruel fashion. The wand was placed right on his cock before being cranked to the maximum setting. He thrust into it, his moans echoing throughout the room.

“Ah ah ah," the lioness scolded as she tapped his sore testicles with the wand, making him flinch again. “No cumming, boy. Not until I say so, got it?" The human nodded, eyes full of uncertainty. He nearly came after a mere five seconds of that wand being on him. He could only hope that it wouldn't be much longer. “Now, while I have this on you, you are going to tell me how much you want to serve. You will beg me to become my slave, and just maybe, if I'm feeling generous, I'll let you. Understood?" Before Ashton could answer, the wand was back on his cock, rendering him speechless for a few seconds.

“I… I want to serve, miss, please! I belong under your paws! Put me in my place, where all humans belong!" As he was about to continue, Nadia positioned the wand over the head of his cock, making his hips buck like crazy. “Ngaahh, please! I need to serve!"

“Who do you live to serve," she asked, demanding his answer.

“You! God, I live to serve you!"

“Good little slave. Would you like to cum?"

“Yes! Please, miss! I need to cum!"

“Hmm…" The lioness then took the wand off of the boy's cock. The whining and begging followed almost immediately. “No. Selfish boy, did you think Sam wouldn't tell me how many times you already came? Trust me, that marathon of climaxes is the last time you'll release in a very long time." She then laughed at the desperate, pathetic look on his face. “But on the topic of cumming, how about you take care of your mistress?" She climbed up on the table, straddling the boy's face before lowering her pussy down onto his mouth. “Lick."

Ashton had no choice but to agree, sticking his tongue out and lapping it along her folds. Much like with Sam, it didn't take long for Nadia to reach her climax; torturing the human must have gotten her close. After only a few minutes of tonguing the lioness' dripping pussy, her juices flooded into his mouth as she cried out from her orgasm. She then reached down and gently stroked his hair. “Good. Good boy," she said, her voice full of post-climax exhaustion. “I'd say that's enough fun for today. Now, onto the official business. Oh, but first…" Nadia then yanked the clamps off of the human's nipples. She was certainly right; they were much more painful coming off.

As the boy whined and cried in agony, she left, once again leaving him alone. This time, the urge to escape was nothing more than a quiet voice in the back of his head. This worried him greatly. How long would it be before he became nothing more than an obedient slave? Before he could think about it anymore, the door opened as the three furs entered the room. “Hold him," Nadia commanded the horse and bear. In a matter of seconds, they were on him, lifting him onto the table on all fours.

Ashton tried to squirm away, but a solid punch in the gut from Olga kept him docile. “Now, here's the first part. You'll feel a bit of a pinch," the lioness said with a smirk. Just then, the human felt much more than a pinch in the back of his neck. He cried out in pain, but as soon as he did, it was gone. “There we go." The boy squirmed again, trying to find out what just happened. Sam, noticing his distress, took it upon herself to answer his question.

“You've been chipped, boy." Ashton's eyes widened. Suddenly, he felt his last chance of escape disappear. Being chipped made escape impossible for humans in captivity. Chips allowed furs to track humans from anywhere at any distance, and on top of that, they were unremovable. He'd heard stories of humans trying to remove the chip only to discover that they were full of nasty surprises. The stories changed up what those surprises were, from a potent neurotoxin, to a powerful electric shock, to even a strong chemical that completely destroyed the human's free will. Whatever it may be, he didn't want to find out unless he was truly desperate.

“Now, onto the next part. This one… will be more than just a pinch," Nadia said with a near devilish laugh. Ashton tried to look back at what she was doing, but the two muscular women kept his head straight.

“You don't want to see what she's doing. Trust me," Olga said as she petted him. This didn't make him feel any better though. Panic began to overwhelm him, making him squirm more furiously and whine in fear.

“Hold him still, girls," Nadia demanded. The two women tighted their grip on him, rendering him completely immobile. Just then, Ashton felt pain beyond his wildest nightmares on his rump. Screams formed in his throat, but he didn't have the strength to let him out as darkness quickly enveloped him.

The human awoke with a jump. Instinctively, he tried to stretch out, but found himself back in the cage he was in last night. “Ah good, you're up," he heard a familiar voice say. He looked up and saw Nadia sitting behind her desk. “I had some paperwork to do and the girls had to take care of the other humans, so you'll be in here with me for a while." Just then, Ashton felt a slightly weaker pain in his ass. He hissed in pain and tried to look and see what had happened.

“Curious, are we? Here, let me help." The lioness then got up from her desk and walked over, holding a mirror. The human looked behind himself and saw the reflection; he nearly fainted again. On his right asscheek was a bright red circular mark with some writing in the center. It was hard to read the writing backwards, but after looking closely, he saw that it read 'Property of Nadia Wintervale'. He had been branded like cattle.

“Consider yourself lucky. Every other human here's brand says 'Property of Centerville Human Shelter'. But you…" she leaned down, right near his face. “You're mine, understand? I own you. Sam and Olga are allowed to have fun with you, but I am your mistress. You belong to me. And trust me, you have a lot of training ahead of you that'll help you learn that."

Ashton began to cry at how far he had fallen in just 24 hours. He didn't think he could fall further from being a stray, but the cramped conditions of the cage assured him that he could, and he did. Nadia simply smirked at his tears before walking back to her desk and continuing her paperwork. “If you make any noise or do anything to distract me from my work, that branding will feel like a kiss, you understand me," she asked. The boy could only nod, tears beginning to fall more frequently.

Today had been the roughest day of his life, and he knew that it'd only get worse in the future. As he lied in the small cage, careful not to make a sound, he slowly drifted off to sleep. Perhaps he'd dream of happier times.

A/N Yeah, a bit of a bummer ending for this story. I might continue it, but I'm not sure yet. Also, I'm likely going to start posting on FurAffinity as well, so check me out there for… the exact same stories. Also, I'm not sure why, but Sofurry has been screwing up the formatting of my stories a bit. Nothing too serious, just issues with the indentation sometimes. I'll just leave it for now, but please let me know if it makes the story hard to read and I'll see what I can do to fix it!