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This story has been available for early reading one to two months ago on SubscribeStar and Patreon (SubscribeStar contains extreme content while Patreon does not)! Please check the tiers on the following links if you would like to support!
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You can find my paperback furry fiction & erotica (along with their accompanying eBook collections) via the below links to support an author!
Paperback books Amazon US: https://tinyurl.com/arianmabeamazon
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Paperback books Lulu worldwide: https://www.lulu.com/spotlight/arianmabe/
My erotic eBooks are available on Kindle, Smashwords and Commiss.io worldwide!
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As always, I am open for commissions starting at 32 GBP per 1,000 words - please e-mail arianmabe[at]gmail.com for more information or see my profile!
I also create handmade goods via Amethyst Creations, which is set up for worldwide shipping! Hand stamped metal and resin products, also with customisable options! Furry and kink friendly shop!
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Alyssa groaned, trying to pin her tail down, but another feature of the chastity device was that it stopped her from tucking her tail all the way down. A leather collar slid around her neck to keep her immobilised within the frame and she breathed heavily, chest rising and falling sharply. \n\nShe felt even more exposed in that position, her need aching through her. Sandor kissed her cheek with a happy yip, bouncing away with his tail wagging.\n\nHe really thinks he’s done the most wonderful thing for me, doesn’t he? She thought, grunting in the back of his throat. There’s no way anyone could even fuck me in this position!\n\nHer mind, once again, wandered to sex, the restriction of her body making her heart leap and judder in her chest in weird and wonderful ways. Yet in how they had bound her, she was confined to the common area and forced to remain there, hooves jigging faintly, though she could only move them a few centimetres, if even that.\n\nFor the final touch, a set of blinkers was slid into place with a light, black leather harness that settled over her head. The buckle tightened at the back, catching her hair, while another harem member secured the second under her chin. She couldn’t even see who it was, though she could tell they had fur from their touch alone.\n\n“Okay! Now that Alyssa is all set up,” the wolf announced, running playfully after Sandor to the centre of the room. “Vixen wants to play “spin the bottle” and I know you all know how to play this one!”\n\nThe harem giggled and hugged one another, though few seemed to be paired up. Whereas Beta had been with Sandor the day before, he now seemed to favour Bitch, the white hare.\n\nThe game was just as she remembered it, though she had only seen drunken friends playing it and teenagers giggling, trying to work out what it meant to be an adult. Yet she was forced to stand there and watch, shaking her weight from one side to the other and twitching within the range of her bondage. \n\nIt was alluring and it had no right to be. If she’d had the chance to walk away, Alyssa would have done so, yet that was not possible. She swallowed her groans, though the lump in her throat grew. It already felt like she hadn’t got off for weeks upon weeks, her body aching for physical touch – anything. She would have taken the pain and a spanking if it got her some attention, though that was not like the deer taur to think like that at all.\n\nHold on, the taur told herself firmly, clenching her glutes and tensing her hind end down the line of her back legs. This is what the Master wants. He wants you to break. This is meant to be hard.\n\nIt was almost impressive how the harem did his bidding so willingly, though Alyssa pressed her lips together as the bottle spun and spun and spun. It landed on first one and then another anthro, telling them to kiss – and they did all that and more. When it landed on Pen, the swan clapped his hands in joy when he got to kiss Queen, who blushed heavily. Who could have known a dragon could blush through scales?\n\nAlyssa tried not to watch, but it was all she could do, her eyes opening time after time again to take in the hot and heavy kissing. Their tongues tangled, dancing between wanton muzzles and even Pen’s beak, for no one was left out of the game. No one was ever supposed to be left out, after all, not like that. Alyssa was, but that was only because she wasn’t engaging with the games, so Sandor had planned something for her that meant she could still engage, just in her own way.\n\nIt was worse, however, especially when the bottle pointed towards Sandor and he shrieked playfully, running from Sow who chased him. They just looked so carefree and the way Sow took the fox into his arms had Alyssa’s heart pounding. They kissed warmly, tongues sweeping up against one another as if they were intimately familiar, though it was how they cuddled and moulded their bodies to one another that caught Alyssa the most.\n\nThat shouldn’t have been right, she thought. He was hers, her fox! Even if things were difficult, they had never broken apart, not really.\n\nThe arousal in her body ached all the more fiercely as she watched them kissing, although it was worse than even the day before. For she couldn’t rub her body against things to bring her need down or even try, as it was not as if that had worked in the slightest anyway. \n\nThey know how to get to me, she thought dimly. Because they’ve already been through it.\n\nAlyssa shuddered.\n\nIs there any real point in fighting back? I’m already lost…\n\nShe shook that thought off, not liking how it settled over her. No, that thought didn’t belong to her, not in the slightest. It was the Master again, his words worming their way inside her head as if they were tiny, burrowing insects. The notion made her skin crawl obnoxiously, but focusing on that sensation allowed her, at least for a few moments, to draw her mind from the overwhelming arousal.\n\nOnly a few moments, however. Then it was back as she twitched her tail as if she was trying to wag it, for it was one of the few parts of her body that she could still move. How troublesome to have her agency over her own body reduced to such a demeaning part!\n\nShe rocked her hips back and forth slightly, trying to wiggle into some manner of movement. Groaning quietly, she tried to grind into the chastity belt, though there was nothing there, even as heat simmered and bubbled against the raw pressure of need.\n\n“Okay, guys, this isn’t funny,” she tried, calling out to them. “Please… I don’t want to play this game, let me out.”\n\nAlyssa thought they would, but, of course, the harem wanted to make sure she was involved. Even as her cries rose and increased in frequency, they completely ignored her, laughing and bouncing between one another as they continued with spin the bottle.\n\nDifferent anthros were paired up together, though it was when Sandor was placed with someone else that Alyssa’s heart lurched the most and her loins burned. Oh, that was terrible, so very dreadful – yet why did it make her even hornier to see him with others? It had to be that the fox was the one she had been with sexually, Alyssa reasoned with herself, though that didn’t stop the drawing tug and pull within her. She simply couldn’t think of anything other than her need, cursing out the Master the whole time.\n\nOh, he had to be a mastermind to trap her like that, she thought, twisting and rattling against the frame holding her fast. Yet the leather dug into her body, past the light barrier of her fur, and rubbed abrasively against her skin. Alyssa whined, leaning into that more uncomfortable feeling just a little more, where it dragged against her arms and back.\n\nIf she focused on that, maybe she didn’t have to think about her need, how turned on she was. Her body needed something she just wasn’t able to give it and Alyssa moaned aloud, her head trying to hang. Still, even that small motion was taken from her.\n\n“Please, let me out, I’ll join in, I’ll do anything you want,” she moaned, her lips parted as her tongue lashed out against them. “Please… Come on, this isn’t funny…”\n\nYet they all ignored her, even Sandor. The fox didn’t look like Sandor in that moment but rather Vixen – as everyone else called him. Especially as he tumbled into Queen’s arms for a deeply sinful kiss, the tongues of the two males twisting as the dragon demonstrated his longer, more flexible tongue.\n\nAlyssa shuddered, her sex soaked with arousal. It was humiliating to be left like that, panting and moaning, trying to get their attention, even if it was all to no avail. Even a light touch on her hind end would have been appreciated – if she had been able to feel it. \n\nShe just wanted something, anything, though her arousal was still higher than it ever had been before and that sickly sweet scent seemed heavier in the air that day too. It clung to her muzzle and infiltrated her fur as if she had bathed in it. Even the scent of need and sex, some of the anthros before her slightly musky, got into her system, her eyes half-closed as she swayed the little she could from side to side.\n\nHer need went unnoticed as if she didn’t even exist. She came and went in what they understood of her, what they saw of her…and Alyssa didn’t matter.\n\nThe harem as a whole, belonging to the Master mattered.\n\nShe moaned, drooling wetly.\n\n“Please… I can’t…”\n\nBut she’d have to hold on, she’d have to stay the course. Only, Alyssa was not so sure anymore that she could resist the Master.\n\nExactly as he wanted for her.\n\n*\n\nTwo weeks later\n\nShe managed to hold on, against all the odds, as the next two weeks passed. There were some things learned, such as how to experience pleasure. She’d suspected that the first day, but the only way to get pleasure without the Master was by grinding and bumping their chastity devices together. It seemed like a very crude way to experience pleasure, although Alyssa was torn between whether being able to feel something in that way made it better or worse. For there was no release either with orgasm, so the other harem members, really, should have been just as horny as her.\n\nAt first, she thought they managed it better, but that was why they had to engage in such strange games all the time. They had found a way that worked to help them get by, though just how they spoke… Well, it was infuriating to her.\n\n“Master will look after us.”\n\n“We must serve the Master.”\n\n“The Master is the most important thing to us.”\n\n“Do you think Master will like my fur brushed out like this?”\n\nAlyssa ground her teeth together and slowly managed to keep her words to herself. She’d been more outspoken over the years with Sandor, so it was a little unnerving on her part to feel herself so cut off and restricted.\n\nThe Master will release you.\n\nOh, leave me alone.\n\nNew thoughts slipped into her head and she scoffed at them. That had to be just silly little notions from the harem teasing into her mind, though it didn’t help that she hadn’t had a single orgasm either. It had been a long time since she’d not taken care of her needs in that long, but the days swiftly blended into a rise and fall of need.\n\nFor it was not even the same every day, watching as the others played their games. Every day, she was put in bondage so she could “participate” in their games, although the harem posed her differently. Sometimes, she was restricted with her legs apart so some of the harem could use her and grind against her when they wanted to enjoy themselves, though she groaned like a whore in a brothel, loathing how she sounded. Other times, no one touched her at all and she was suspended, taking even the liberty of standing from her hooves. Sometimes, Pen used her as a model for his artwork as he sketched and painted on a canvas, standing studiously before her with an oddly serious expression on his face. The swan took liberties with her body too, as the doe taur was a stationary model, and painted on her – but the paint always washed out of her white fur.\n\nThe Master wouldn’t have wanted her anymore if she didn’t have white fur. And Alyssa couldn’t have that happen, oh no. \n\nIt could be different if I joined in with the games, she told herself, though Alyssa knew it wouldn’t have done all that much good. They get something out of this, it’s the only thing that stops them going crazy with need, teasing themselves with that lure of pleasure.\n\nBut it was those fleeting pleasurable moments that were the most torturous for her: feeling something and having that surge of desire within her, only to be cut short when she could have tumbled over the edge.\n\nSandor brought her, sixteen days into her imprisonment, to the Master in his bedroom. Her hands were “bound” in a sense as the gold cuffs sprang together, latching more tightly than any iron manacles ever could have done. The ones on her hooves could have done the same, as she had experienced too from time to time, but the Master had ordered Sandor to shackle her instead, so she could only hobble forward step by slow step. Somehow, that made the rising, throbbing need between her hind legs even worse, though she clenched her jaw and forced herself through it. There was simply no other way.\n\n“So, Vixen, my sweet,” the Master purred, caressing the fox’s cheek tenderly as Sandor leaned into his touch. “What was Alyssa used for before? This beautiful deer taur must have had some use in your world.”\n\nAlyssa bristled and opened her mouth to answer but Sandor cut in ahead of her.\n\n“Alyssa cleaned the house and carried people around,” he said happily, a wag in his tail. “Sometimes, she carried objects too! Isn’t she so useful?”\n\nThe Master nodded, though his smile was for Vixen. Alyssa growled under her breath.\n\n“I did a lot more than that,” she retorted. “I was not a slave! You make me sound like nothing more than a housekeeper.”\n\n“Oh, that fire in you should be put to good use, Doe,” the Master said, his striped tail flicking back and forth as if he had locked on to his prey. “Yet Vixen has done you a great service here as I have a wonderful idea to help you find your place here.”\n\nAs Sandor murmured something about how kind and wonderful the tiger was, the Master directed the fox to work. As Alyssa tried to step away, hobbled by the shackles, and almost stumbled over herself, she was restrained in the same rack that had framed her in the bedroom initially. It sent a shudder through her at how it seemed to have been designed just for her, as if they’d known before she even arrived at the Master’s castle that they would need something to restrain a taur of her size.\n\nShe twisted back and forth, rattling the metal frame, though Sandor slid a blindfold and bit gag into place on her. She chewed on it, shoving it with her tongue even as she tried to spit it out, though he was swift to secure the gag around the back of her head. \n\n“Mmmph! Hmmph!”\n\nThe Master laughed. Balling up her hands into fists, she leaned forward, wishing she could smack the laugh off his face. He didn’t deserve to laugh at her!\n\nHer cuffs released from before her, only so the fox could pull her hands back behind her instead and snap them back together again, as if they were magnets. She’d used those before when she’d been helping Sandor with his magical training, though it seemed that had all come to nothing in the end. \n\nMore leather straps went around her, something like a leather harness fitting over her deer half and buckling around her human-like waist, though it was, at the very least, a good fit. The leather was padded on the inside too, so it would not rub as the leather strapping she’d been subjected to a couple of weeks before had. That had been uncomfortable, yet it had at least given her something to focus on.\n\nEven the fox’s hands sweeping expertly over her body made her tingle in that special way. In the back of her mind, she imagined turning her rump to Sandor right then and there and begging the fox to mount her, to fuck her good and hard. Alyssa had preferred softer, sweeter lovemaking before, but the fox had edged towards something a little rougher.\n\nI hope the Master takes care of Vixen’s needs.\n\nThe fact that a thought like that didn’t belong to her didn’t draw Alyssa’s attention at that time. Such was the slow creep of the Master’s influence, twisting her mind as she grunted and squirmed in her bondage.\n\n“Mmph!”\n\nSomething hard and round pressed to her tail hole as Sandor’s fingers brushed the edge of the chastity device. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning as he pushed what could only be anal beads into her, one after the other. They were thick and round, though it was some relief that they were on the same side.\n\nAlyssa quivered. She’d seen those beads before when they’d gone to one of the “naughty” markets on their travels, although she and Sandor had not been close enough in that way to explore all that much sexually. If the Master had not captured Sandor, perhaps they could have had more time.\n\nAnger burned inside her again and she did all she could to feed off that, to let her fury at having her future snatched from her shove that horniness down. She didn’t need it, didn’t want it, grunting and groaning while Sandor pushed every last one of the anal beads under her tail. Still, she moaned, drooling around the gag as if she was no more than a dumb beast.\n\n“Very good, Vixen,” the Master said, making some strange part of Alyssa lurch at not being addressed and praised too. “You’ve done so well preparing her for me. Now, Doe will be a cart in the harem: like the ones that common horses pull. She will take any items needed around your quarters and carry the harem wherever they need to go. I will take you too for my use, Doe, have no fear.”\n\nAs Alyssa shifted her weight back and forth, a bell at the end of the anal beads jingled, bouncing off the chastity device where it came up just below her tail hole. At first, she thought she might be able to put her tail down again with the beads at least offering another kind of stimulation, but the belt still put enough pressure on the nerves on either side of her tail to keep it hitched lustfully. \n\nSo, a “cart” she was, not even an animal but an object to those around her. At first, she grunted and moaned against the gag, turning her head back and forth, though she couldn’t get anyone to understand her, much less let her out of the bondage. The anal beads were only placed into her backside when she was “in use” and, when she had no one to carry around their luxurious quarters, they were taken from her and placed back into a basket that hung over Alyssa’s deer half.\n\nThe weight of someone on her back was demeaning, yet a part of her yearned for the beads, for that was some tiny bit of stimulation she could hunger for. It was something different and, even though it was not the slide of fingers or a cock around and into her pussy, it was still something. That would have to be enough for her, at least for the time being.\n\nTo her surprise, the gag was removed when she wasn’t in use and put on her again when she needed to carry someone: that was strange. The sensation of having to walk around in the dark, effectively, was foreign and, at first, she nearly tripped over her own hooves trying not to spill Vixen from her back. He was previous cargo, after all, and she didn’t want to send the fox, at the very least, tumbling to the ground with a sharp bump.\n\nThe bell rang when she was in service, humiliatingly coursing through her as she traipsed around their living quarters. Finally, there was a riding crop with a small, triangular flap of leather at the end that the harem could use on her. She squealed the first time she was smacked with it, though there was pleasure flourishing in the background of the pain.\n\nFor it was one more way in which she could glean some kind of stimulation, moaning as she was spanked with it to “go.” Although there were long, braided reins hanging from the gag too, one attached to either side, Vixen didn’t use them as he laughed on her back. He was her very first customer and she walked slowly down the hallway from the Master’s quarters as he slapped her ass with the whip over and over again.\n\nSmack! Smack! Smack!\n\n“Mmmppphhh…”\n\nShe groaned, wanting to leap away from the pain and back up into it at the same time. Pain wasn’t supposed to feel good and that confused Alyssa even more as she walked slowly and carefully. Her shoulder bumped a wall and she vaguely felt like she was moving towards the common area, though there was little way to tell.\n\n“Onward, Doe!” Vixen crowed, his heels kicking her sides lightly, though his weight was comforting. “You are so good! You’re a good cart for us!”\n\n“Nnnggghhhh…”\n\nThe beads jostled against one another as he took her to the common area and dismounted. Alyssa stood there as the blindfold was removed and the beads popped out.\n\n“Mmmmm…”\n\nShe rocked her hips back as the beads were removed, a part of her wanting them back. At least they gave a faint sensation of being filled, even if it was not in the right hole for her. \n\n“Everyone!” Vixen announced to the rest of the harem, clapping his hands together. “Doe will now be a cart for us! She will transport us and any items needed around our living area. Isn’t that wonderful?”\n\nThe others clearly thought so, as Beta was her first customer. He popped the blindfold into place with a practised sweep of his hands and shoved the anal beads into her ass. Cramming them in using the heel of his hand, the wolf had a lot less finesse than Vixen, though that could have been his excitement too.\n\n“Nnngggffff!”\n\nShe grunted an tried to protest, though Beta mounted her back and sat astride her so comfortably that it was as if he had been doing it all his life. \n\n“Walk to my room!”\n\nHe gave the order confidently and, despite seeing nothing, Alyssa stepped forward, her legs shaking. The anal beads trembled against one another, allowing her a subtle throb of pleasure, though her ass still burned from the impact of the whip. Without it actively hitting her, however, there was no pleasing warmth in her loins, not as there’d been with Sandor.\n\nI can’t be to blame for liking this, even a bit, Alyss told herself, her head hanging a little as she walked, trying to “see” the ground even through the blindfold. I need to climax… And the Master won’t let me.\n\nThe idea of giving herself climax slipped from her mind and she inhaled deeply. Although the doe taur couldn’t quite put her finger on what had changed, something felt a little lighter inside her. A leather bra was added to her after the end of the first day, which she’d thought was nice at first – and then realised it was another way to stimulate her. Even though she couldn’t see it clearly, just able to tip her chin down while her arms were kept behind her back, the reins were moved from her gag to the bra, which stimulated her nipples and helped direct her.\n\nIt almost would have been better if the Master had given her that at the start, Alyssa grumbled to herself. Then she wouldn’t have worried so much about bumping into walls when she could just be directed by the reins. \n\nHer second customer was Sow. The polar bear had a lost of mass to him, though he had thicker hips and thighs and an almost seductively curvy figure. \n\nHe set the blindfold into place along with the anal beads and mounted her. Alyssa braced, not budging a single inch.\n\n“Doe is strong,” Sow said, stroking her hair and taking the reins. “To my room, Doe.”\n\nIt took one careful step after the other to take the bear to his room, though she managed. Sow was kinder with using the reins to direct her, though the bra pulling and rubbing over her nipples felt better than it should have. Electric sparks of pleasure shot through her whenever the reins where used and she whimpered throatily, her saliva coating the gag in her mouth.\n\nIn time, she carried everyone, though Sow was the heaviest and the most powerful. Some liked to tease her, to toy with the direction she was going in and turn her around – but others whipped her. Vixen worked out that she liked the whip, as much as a deer taur could like a whip, and slapped her ass almost viciously with it whenever he used Alyssa to move around their quarters. Sometimes, Vixen just rode Alyssa up and down the hallway, though that at least got her some practise in walking around din the dark.\n\nShe minded the teases less and less, though the ones who didn’t say anything at all, like Bitch, were stranger. There seemed to be something of a disconnect between her and the harem, as if she really had taken up a different place in the group.\n\nMaybe it was where she belonged.\n\nAlyssa would have rather liked to find somewhere she belonged. \n\nYet, as time passed, she took all she could from being used as a cart. She walked unusually, swaying her hips and extending her stride – all to get the anal beads to move that little more inside her ass. She didn’t know what else to do as she moaned, though the notion of rebelling only to be whipped to go forward crossed her mind too on more than one occasion. \n\nIt might be worth it…if she got that pain-pleasure. There was, unfortunately, more pain than pleasure to be had when the whip impacted her hind end, her glutes tensing against the sharp sting of impact, but it was something. Each time brought a rise of washing heat swelling through her, every nerve ending in her body seemingly tingling as if even her body was grateful for that slew of delight. Her mind rebelled, a little, yet she kept living and acting out her part as a cart at the Master’s castle, because…\n\nWell, Alyssa, didn’t quite know why. She blinked, shifting her weight while Pen removed the anal beads from her. The swan was always so gentle and she whined, stomping a cloven hind hoof. She would have rather had those beads left inside her! Maybe she could have found a way to climax, even if they were only in her tail hole. It was a long shot, but Alyssa was desperate – fairly so.\n\nWhen she walked, swinging her hips, the bells rang out more loudly, though she barely even noticed. Neither did she care, though the sound, at first, had brought a flush of heat to her cheeks, prickling and simmering. \n\nWithout the blindfold on, she was left to watch the harem enjoy their games during the day, though there was always enough time for her to eat and rest at the start and the end of the day. When her work was done and the harem retired to their rooms, she was ridden back to the last harem member’s room and the gear undone on her, just to the extent that she could remove the rest herself. That was left outside her room on a stand and Alyssa found it polished to a shine every morning.\n\nThat should be my job, she thought lightly one morning, coming out to find it pristine and fresh all over again. The Master will be pleased if I look after his equipment too.\n\nShe ran her fingers over the gear, wondering if it was time to put it on. Yet it was Queen who came for her first that day, setting her up before sitting astride her and even running his fingers through his hair. He had very short claws that tickled as they played lightly over her scalp and Alyssa leaned back into his touch, comforted by the world of darkness. Of course, the blindfold still went into place while she was being ridden.\n\n“Take me to the common area, Doe,” he said gently. “You are such a good steed. The Master is so pleased with you.”\n\n“Nnnfff…”\n\nShe grunted, although she didn’t really care about being pleasing to him. Whenever he sat on, her, she felt strange – as if everything around her had moved a little bit, tingling with energy. Yet there was arousal too and his tail hung out over her back end as he used the whip to strike her. Alyssa was not to know that it was the drake’s magical energy coursing through her, adding another complexity to things.\n\nAfter the first couple of days, however, Vixen didn’t come for her. She didn’t know why Vixen was turning her down, for she heard him walking around when she was carrying others. He walked with her a lot, but never touched her, even if he seemed to take a greater distance at times too.\n\n“Sandor? You’re near.”\n\nShe said the words lightly as Queen removed the blindfold from her, revealing the white fox standing by the couch in the common area with his tail wagging.\n\n“I’m keeping an eye on you, Doe,” he yipped warmly. “You stopped me from having an accident. You’re so good at walking now, but no one wants you to injure yourself because you can’t see.”\n\nIt seemed like a strange thing for him to focus on, but Alyssa put it from her mind. Sandor… No, his name was Vixen, she had to get that right. Vixen always looked out for everyone else, though was always in the thick of things too. He was odd but sweet.\n\nThat night, when Alyssa returned to her room, but the rack for her BDSM gear had moved inside her room. She removed everything needed, once her cuffs separated from where they bound her hands behind her back, and settled them into place on the rack.\n\nToo tired to consider why that was, she collapsed into bed, slumped against the pillows and hugged one to her chest to support herself.\n\nThe next morning, the rack loomed. She dithered before it.\n\nI don’t want to carry everyone around, it’s so demeaning… She thought. But maybe the Master will be pleased and I can better learn the layout.\n\nShe’d learned a little of the layout of the Master’s den while blindfolded, but it was hard to focus when her body ached with deep arousal and she was trying her best not to trip over her own hooves. Bumping into walls was not too bad when the others directed her, though her shoulders and hips had throbbed painfully from impacts earlier on.\n\nShe had to try it, she told herself. If only to lure the Master into a false sense of thinking she’d accepted his rule over her.\n\nSo, she voluntarily slipped on the gear, up to the point where she would need to be fixed into it and her cuffs, of course, bound behind her back. The harness fit over her deer part perfectly with a comfortable saddle for those who wanted to ride her, the basket with the anal beads slotted into place too. The blindfold hung on the side of the basket and, of course, there was a rigid brace around her torso too, which stopped her from being able to bend.\n\nShe’d never considered it before, but the restriction was divine. The lack of movement, except when she was needed… Finally, Alyssa could truly be useful.\n\n“This is so I can escape,” she said aloud as she stood before her door. “I don’t need the light to see…not when I will know every inch of this place in the dark, even where the furniture sits.”\n\nAlas, Alyssa could not see her will crumbling, even then.\n\n*\n\nSeveral weeks later\n\nSlowly, Alyssa joined in with the games the harem played. Her heated arousal lingered, burning in the back of her mind, though it was never meant to be something she set aside entirely. If she was just standing around, she couldn’t help but shift her weight back and forth, trying to find a more comfortable position, but nothing assuaged the warm glow under her tail. \n\nShe needed more than what she yearned for, passion rising, flooding through her entirely in a way that could not be mimicked. It was better than watching, when she got to rub against the others and gleaned an accidental bump of a chastity device against hers.\n\nQueen said it was better when the Master mated them, but she didn’t understand how that could be so. The dragon said it was something to do with them feeling what the Master felt, but apparently that was only something she could experience when she’d been with the Master herself.\n\nAlyssa had no intention of that, not in the slightest. Yet the days seemed slower and her thoughts more sluggish, some words slipping from her vocabulary. \n\nI will get out, she thought, concentrating a lot harder than she had needed to before just to get the words in the right order. This will be okay.\n\nBut she couldn’t fully remember what her life had been like outside the Master’s castle either. There had been a lot of work out there and a lot of cleaning… Were things all that good out there?\n\nMaybe I can stay. Maybe the Master will look after me.\n\nIt won’t be bad…if I have the chastity thing off.\n\nAlyssa shook herself. No, no… She had to keep thinking of her end goal, that she had to escape from the castle at any cost. Alone, with someone else… She just had to get out. There was no other option for her.\n\nThe days blurred even further and she lost track of everything. Her mind was soft and fuzzy and that scent clung to her at all times.\n\nGames and games and games… There were so many lovely games to play. She wanted to orgasm, yes, and have some release for that aching heat, yet there was nothing she could do. Why worry about it?\n\nHer senses sharpened with the blindfold on as she traversed the hallways to get the harem back to their rooms, even though Vixen still didn’t ride her. The others were nice though and she didn’t mind their weight on her back, even as some of her muscles grew stronger.\n\nBut things did not satisfy her anymore – the beads and the whip. Sure, they brought a spark of pleasure to her mind, but she grunted and twitched when need coursed through her without any glimmer of lust.\n\nAlyssa blinked, walking past Pen during the day, though she didn’t remember time passing. It seemed to move differently there. The swan’s graphite stick moved across his paper, which the Master had given him, to draw erotic images of the harem mating. In the corner of one large page was a familiar doe taur.\n\n“Oh… You drew me then.”\n\nVaguely, Alyssa remembered that. When she’d been bound, the swan had enjoyed sketching her, though he seemed to swap between the pages of his sketchbook as it pleased him. She’d thought he used the canvas for her, but it was more difficult with every passing day to remember the fine details.\n\nHer tail, however, was hiked up all the way. When the swan turned the pages, showing her an earlier sketch of her, she had her tail lowered, even though the chastity device kept it somewhat raised at all times by exerting pressure on the nerves on either side of her tail. She blinked again, fascinated by it, though all Alyssa seemed able to do was stare.\n\n“Hm…”\n\nShe blinked and took a step back. What was she doing? Was that really what her tail looked like? Her gear was not so restrictive that she could not turn around, so she twisted her torso, horrified to see her tail flitting up like she was inviting someone to mount her. Just what had she become!\n\nThere’s too much going on here, she thought, skittering away on shaky hooves. Need to get out, need to get out.\n\nThinking took so much energy, however, and she fought against the urge to gulp down the sweet scent on the air. Even some of the food made her hornier, though Alyssa didn’t understand why, only that it did.\n\nGot to go, got to leave, with Vixen…\n\nBut if Vixen is in the Tiger’s Den, I can stay with Vixen too.\n\nShe shook her head, though the fog didn’t clear. It was a very comfortable kind of fog and she murmured, almost leaning into it. Couldn’t she stay?\n\nHer pussy burned, twitching and flexing. She hadn’t had anything in there to squeeze down on for…too long.\n\nThe aroma brought up her need and she hunched her back end down where her spine was able to flex at the high point of her flank. It didn’t help, legs skittering out and bracing like she had someone leaning over her back, a rampant cock prodding at her sodden folds.\n\nNo… Oh, no. She couldn’t go on like that.\n\nShe’d have to confront the Master.\n\nThat night, she took Bitch to his bedroom as her last customer of the evening, turning back to her room. Yet the tiger blocked her way, all muscle and power. She all but drooled, closing her mouth quickly on the gag, while it prevented her from speaking. Even the mere sight of him was enough to make her need spike hotly, hips mildly rocking where she could not still her body.\n\nShe couldn’t do anything, not as her eyes roamed his body and he took her into her bedroom, merely so he could use her furnishings to prepare her. He didn’t bother taking the tight gear off her, her hands still locked behind her back, but the blindfold slid over her eyes. \n\nAlyssa quivered as the Master used her, all thoughts of leaving deserting her. All that remained was a desperate, needy desire to please, to do good, to be good for the Master. He was all that mattered to her.\n\nJust when she thought he was going to push the beads into her tail hole, however, another sensation came. She hadn’t felt him unlocking a section of the chastity belt, allowing him access to her pussy, but she felt the grind of large, round beads being fed into her pussy. \n\n“Ohhhhhhhh…”\n\nAlyssa moaned openly as she wiggled her hips back at him, her tail lifted while her slick arousal coated each bead. He laughed at her neediness, though she couldn’t help it in the slightest as her legs splayed and the Master set aside what he didn’t need on her bed. Her legs trembled, though his strong hand cupped under her belly, her skin twitching with oversensitivity, helped her stay upright.\n\nMaster is kind…\n\nHe mounted her without a word, as if she was merely a toy or an object to him. She moaned and grunted, trying to rock her hips and get more stimulation from the beads, which were all connected as if with a thin wire. She didn’t care, not when she had some sensation at long, long last.\n\n“I will get off your back, if you do not move.”\n\nIf he got off, the beads would be removed. She knew that much.\n\nAlyssa staggered into motion, walking out into the hallway, though the beads jostled and ground against one another inside her. Her inner walls strained around them, for they were larger than the anal beads that had been used on her before, though she had no recourse there. \n\nSmack!\n\n“Nnnnggghhhh!”\n\nThe whip came down on her ass with a sharp crack and Doe whined.\n\nPlease, more! She wanted to cry out, though the deer taur drooled around the gag. Please, make me feel, make me feel something!\n\nThe beads, however, were not idle as he rained down blow after blow on her unprotected rump, so vulnerable to the Master’s wiles. Every heightened sense quivered in anticipation and Alyssa’s eyes rolled back in her head as the beads vibrated inside her. They juddered against her G-spot and her legs nearly buckled at once to have such a sensation at long, long last.\n\nOh, oh, Master!\n\nShe kept walking, not thinking. There were no thoughts in her mind, just a heady wash of pleasure. Her Master controlled everything, yes, down to where she placed her hooves, for there was nothing more important than that. He whipped her, alternating sides, and she curved her body around gladly for each stroke of the whip, moaning loudly, even though she didn’t know what she was groaning for. Either the whip or the beads or just the seductive weight of her Master on her back.\n\nOh, he smelled so good… And she’d seen his prick before, even if only in her dreams. That would be much better than the beads.\n\nHe pulled on the reins, though he used the whip more to direct her, striking higher on the round of her glute rather than lower where the bicep muscle ran through her hindquarters. Yet that was purely to taunt her, for stimulation, turning her back and forth as electricity shot through her breasts, coursing deep into her nervous system.\n\nFinally, they stopped and she whined plaintively.\n\n“Mmmmph!”\n\n“Ah, my dear Doe, you will do well here.”\n\nDoe… Yes, she was Doe. Doe. Doe.\n\nThat sounded nice.\n\nHe removed the blindfold and even the drag of the silken fabric was torturous. She needed it desperately, though Doe was hard-pressed to say what “it” was. He slid the gag out from between her teeth as the deer taur worked her jaw, whimpering faintly.\n\n“Mm-hmph… Master…”\n\nThe word felt strange on her lips, yet like it belonged there at the same time. Blinking at the sight of his room before her, though she hadn’t even been aware of walking in there, she shook her head and tried to back up against his bed. The corner of it lured her and she ground her chastity belt against it, though it had been sealed back over after the Master had put the beads inside her pussy. \n\n“Please… Master… Please…”\n\nHe smiled, whiskers twitching.\n\n“Who are you?”\n\n“Doe, Master. I am Doe.”\n\nHer heart pounded, something feeling wrong to her. But Doe couldn’t work out what that was.\n\n“Who is Alyssa?”\n\nShe parted her lips, eyes watering.\n\n“Master… No… I don’t know, please… I don’t know them, I am only Doe.”\n\nThe name seemed familiar to her, as if she should have known it, but she couldn’t quite pull the knowledge to the forefront of her mind. Maybe it wasn’t important?\n\nNot when her body ached and quivered, rocking her hips increasingly. The chastity belt stopped her from getting any pleasure and the Master’s laugh made her heart sink.\n\nWithout ceremony, he took the beads out of her, popping them wetly from her pussy. They rolled out and he set them aside, not even letting her reach her pussy before the chastity belt was fully back in place, restricting all sensation.\n\n“No, Master, please, I’ll be good, I’ll serve you, I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I need it, need you… Master, please…”\n\nHer words tumbled over one another and still ran from her lips as Vixen appeared in the doorway to the Master’s bedroom. Doe fumbled, her lips wet from where she’d been drooling, but Vixen’s eyes were only for the Master.\n\n“Ah, I see my darling Vixen has arrived,” the tiger purred. “Now… You two will compete. Whoever wins will receive a prize. Alas, I will not remove your chastity, but this should be exciting enough for my favourite harem members, surely?”\n\n“Yes, Master!” Vixen yapped, eyes wide and plaintive. “I’ll play a game! Oh, thank you, Master!”\n\n“Mmm…” Doe groaned, trying to think clearly. “Yes… Thank you… Master…”\n\nWhy was it so hard to think? The Master drew them close, one on either side, as he slipped down his pants and revealed his hardening prick. The spire of tiger flesh drooled lightly with a gleam of pre-cum.\n\n“Ohhhh…”\n\nVixen dropped to his knees and Doe followed swiftly, not even knowing what she was doing. All she could focus on was how good his cock looked and how much she wanted it pounding into her mouth, any part of her. She needed to service him, to do everything for him, even when dear Vixen was there.\n\nShe didn’t remember her past. She didn’t remember what Vixen had been to her. All she knew was her life in the castle.\n\nAnd it was a good life. As long as she did everything for her Master, the tiger would take care of her.\n\nThe doe taur folded her forelegs to drop to her knees before him, leaving her hind end pushed lewdly up in the air. The scent of his cock, fresh and clean with raunchy male musk, filled her senses, so much more powerful of an aphrodisiac than anything else. Yet Doe could not have realised that everything in the Master’s castle had been perfectly designed to bring her to that moment. From the sweet aphrodisiac to the whispers in her head that became her thoughts to her treatment and the gear… It was all designed to break her, slowly, bit by bit.\n\nThe Master loved her downfall as much as he adored how she had held out. It was pure entertainment for him.\n\nVixen, however, was faster than Doe and lapped over his Master’s cock with due skill. His flexible tongue curled around the hot length as he moaned and slavered over him, eyes half-lidded. Doe rushed to catch up even though something jolted her back an inch. \n\nWasn’t there something she was supposed to be doing? Her mind gave her an image of the outside world, though the seductive heat under her tail snarled that thought away. Why did she need to think of escaping? She’d wanted to…\n\nAnd then the sensation of being licked reached her and she realised what the harem had meant by being able to feel what their Master felt. For she felt every swipe of Vixen’s tongue on her pussy as if he was licking her, though it was their Master’s aching shaft he was lavishing attention on. Their connection was to their Master’s cock in a carnal fashion, linking them to him in a way that could only be experienced.\n\nNeed him… Need…to stay…\n\nShe drooled, licking her Master’s cock, though it was bigger than Vixen’s had been. The thought entered her mind and flittered away quietly, not pausing there.\n\nDoe didn’t mind. Her resolve crumbled, though it didn’t feel as if she’d had all that much of it anyway. Doe struggled to fixate on the notion of what she’d been resisting when her lips pursed over the head of his cock, slurping up his need while her own spiked.\n\n“Mmmmmph… Nnnggghhhhh…”\n\nShe groaned, trying to get more pleasure, more and more thoughts slipping from her mind – like when her Master had been riding her. Her hips swayed back and forth, her tail wiggling, though Vixen was more salacious still, drooling as he slurped up along their Master’s cock and ran his tongue back down. Even though they had to share, that was something Vixen was familiar with.\n\nWith twice the pleasure brimming over within her, Doe knew in her heart that she would have dropped to her knees before her Master a long time ago if she’d known it could feel so good. Better than good, it was wonderful, need flaring up within her, searing and delightful. \n\nThey shared his cock between them, though their rampant lapping grew ever increasingly more ravenous, tongues sweeping up against one another. She lost herself there, for Doe didn’t have anything else to focus on.\n\nWait… She had wanted to get away. Hadn’t she?\n\nHer thoughts wouldn’t come and there were no more whispers either. \n\n“Halt.”\n\nThey paused in the middle of lapping, pupils dilated, obedient. \n\n“The winner,” he announced, lips twitching in a smirk. “The winner is Vixen.”\n\nDoe’s heart sank and her thoughts turned to the outside world again. She couldn’t please the Master well enough. Perhaps she should leave, never to do anything for herself ever again… Yet that was not a notion that should have entered her head.\n\nShe wasn’t the doe taur she had been.\n\nStill, she allowed her Master to fix her into the rack, so she could not move and was forced to stay standing with a little splay in her hind legs with a spreader bar between them. Her harness was still on and her hands bound behind her back, the cuffs glowing as they secured her tightly. Jealousy seared through Doe and she forced it down, pressing her lips together.\n\nShe wanted to be the one to please her Master…\n\n“Vixen… You have done so well.”\n\nTheir Master pressed up behind Vixen and positioned him so it could be as if he was fucking Doe – though the deer taur and the fox did not touch. He bent the fox over and drove his cock up against his tail hole, the chastity belt allowing easy access still to Sandor’s tail hole.\n\nDoe knew exactly what had happened as her body trembled, feeling like their Master was ramming into her, filling her pussy. Pleasure burst within her and Vixen squeaked, the high-pitched sound leaving his lips sharply.\n\n“Ah! Yes, Master, oh! Please… Use meeeee!”\n\nVixen begged for it as Doe twisted and wriggled in the rack, pinned in the bondage, though it was about the fox and his Master in that moment. Yet she was forced to watch as heated pleasure mounted and her sex dripped with liquid honey.\n\nStill, there was no orgasm to be had.\n\n“Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!”\n\nThe tiger rammed into Vixen with powerful, overbearing thrusts, filling his tail hole perfectly. Doe gasped, trying to rock back, although there was nothing even for her to grind on to. The desire to be fucked and filled was still there, to have that high brought to a peak despite everything she had endured.\n\nHer skin glistened with perspiration and she hung her head as she moaned aloud, eyes fixed on the raunchy scene before her. The tiger picked up the fox with Vixen’s back to his chest, holding his thighs tightly as Vixen reached back behind the Master’s neck to hold himself up. Their Master, however, would never have let him fall.\n\nHer eyes landed on the join of their bodies, where she could see his cock pounding in and out of Vixen’s tail hole. The chastity device didn’t get in the way at all, for it was not designed to cover an anthro’s anus. Of course, males got pleasure from that, but the device prevented orgasm, regardless.\n\nShe strained and rattled the rack, her shoulders burning. Just a taste, a little taste… She stuck her tongue out, trying to lick it, even though there was no way she could reach them, half-twisting around and forcing her body against the limits of her bondage.\n\n“I told you before,” the tiger rumbled. “Your boyfriend is gone, she is my Vixen now.”\n\nHer Master thrust harder and a lustful cry broke Vixen’s lips. The fox moaned and shuddered bodily, grinding back on to their Master’s cock.\n\n“Ahhhhh! Yes, thank you… Thank you, Master!”\n\nThe tiger pressed the fox in closer to her ass, yet not close enough.\n\n“Vixen… Have you ever had sex with Doe before?”\n\nDoe whimpered. Oh, oh – she knew the answer to that! But it couldn’t be as good as having sex with her Master, if he had her! Oh!\n\n“Yes, Master!” Vixen yipped, wagging his tail. “But I’ve never got her pregnant.”\n\n“Ah…” Their Master purred. “Now you know why. You’re not a real male. You’re just my lovely, pure Vixen.”\n\nThe tiger slammed ruthlessly into Vixen – but those were the kind of thrusts the fox liked. Vixen’s eyes rolled back into his head and he whined loudly.\n\n“Mmmmm!”\n\n“Do you want to cum, Vixen?”\n\n“Mmmph! No, Master, no – not without your permission!”\n\nVixen’s admission shocked Doe, looking at them both despite the ache in her neck and upper back. Their Master smirked, his striped tail lashing as he thrust. Doe quivered as her body ached with tension, feeling on the brink but simply not quite able to get there. \n\n“Tell me, dear…” The tiger purred. “Who means the most to you?”\n\nVixen didn’t even hesitate in his answer, his tail lifted for the power of his Master’s prick.\n\n“Master, only you! It was only ever you – you are always the most important thing in my life! There’s nothing else, no one else!”\n\n“What a good Vixen you are,” he purred, still thrusting. “You may cum, Vixen. But do not allow your lesser semen to enter Doe’s body.”\n\n“Ahhhhh, thank youuuuuuu!”\n\nVixen climaxed instantly, following his Master’s orders as seed spurted over Doe’s hind end and trickled down the chastity belt. It glowed under the touch of his semen, though none entered Doe’s body, as their Master had directed. Doe moaned and slumped forward, barely able to turn to keep her eyes fixed on them, for she had put too much strain on her body.\n\nVixen’s seed squirted pathetically out of the tiny hole in the top of the chastity cage and, still, Doe was denied. She wanted to feel what Vixen felt so desperately, envy brimming over inside her. Yet it was not a bad feeling towards Vixen, but jealousy that he had what she craved, that she wanted to simply be good enough to deserve.\n\n\nContinued in part four of four…\n\n",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "Tiger’s Den
“Chapter Two”
Part three of four
A continuation of Tiger’s Den chapter/part one, commissioned by Adagiodajiang
Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
Commissioned by Adagiodajiang
Day Two
Sandor worked out that Alyssa wasn’t going to join in the games: she knew that little smile of his. It was tight and secretive, the one he held when he’d “worked something out.” She was usually one step ahead of him, however.
“I thought of a plan!” He all but yipped, eyes creased at the corners as true joy spread across his features. “So, we’ve been talking…”
Alyssa sighed.
Probably about ways to get horny again, but not get off. Her thoughts ran away with her. Why won’t the Master come back and take care of us?
Wait…
She shook off that thought, frowning. Again, she’d got her words in the wrong order, putting that annoying, obnoxious tiger in the place of herself. He wasn’t one who would take care of her: Alyssa was the only one who was ever going to take care of herself, she knew that.
The need in her loins was difficult to ignore, however, and Alyssa caught herself trying to back up against walls and other objects, seeking anything that would take the edge off. If she hadn’t had the belt in place, she would have just done what was needed to pleasure herself, but that wasn’t an option any longer. Having that control over her body stripped from her fuelled her hatred of the tiger, the one who’d stolen her partner from her.
“I’m not sure I want to do whatever you’ve been talking about,” she said hesitantly, needing a moment to come back to the present and what Sandor was talking about. “Please, tell me first.”
They ignored her needs, acting like they knew her better than her. Maybe that was something like the Master’s magic at work – the thing they’d said about that let them know who was being addressed at any time, whether their names were used or not. Alyssa still thought it was ridiculous that he’d given her and the rat the same name. As if that was sensible in the slightest!
The harem members brought in a metal rack, which was something like the one she’d been bound in when the Master had inspected her body initially. Alyssa tensed and turned to run, though she was not swift enough as Sow blocked her way.
“It’s okay, Doe,” the bear said gently, soothing her even as he raised his hands, showing the black pads of his paws. “This is going to be fun!”
She didn’t feel like it was fun at all, not as Bitch skilfully slipped a leather strap over Alyssa to hold her arms to her sides, her fingers grasping and hands twisting while she fought them every step of the way.
“What are you doing? Get off me – all of you!”
Yet nothing she said got the harem members to leave her alone, everyone working together with the bondage gear to fasten the clasps. Her arms were pinned to her sides as a harness was slipped over her, buckled snugly around her flanks and hips while Doe took his chance to squeeze and grope Alyssa’s body, seemingly with a quiver of delight. It felt good to be touched and yet still wasn’t what Alyssa needed as a frame extended over her and they positioned her so she looked out into the common area – but couldn’t quite see everything.
“Unff… This is too tight…”
She groaned and twisted, even her head and neck immobilised. The frame extended around her body on three sides, heavy and wooden and bolted down to something in the floor too. She couldn’t even rock it by swaying her body back and forth, some of the buckles rubbing awkwardly over her fur and ruffling it up in the wrong direction. Alyssa groaned, trying to pin her tail down, but another feature of the chastity device was that it stopped her from tucking her tail all the way down. A leather collar slid around her neck to keep her immobilised within the frame and she breathed heavily, chest rising and falling sharply.
She felt even more exposed in that position, her need aching through her. Sandor kissed her cheek with a happy yip, bouncing away with his tail wagging.
He really thinks he’s done the most wonderful thing for me, doesn’t he? She thought, grunting in the back of his throat. There’s no way anyone could even fuck me in this position!
Her mind, once again, wandered to sex, the restriction of her body making her heart leap and judder in her chest in weird and wonderful ways. Yet in how they had bound her, she was confined to the common area and forced to remain there, hooves jigging faintly, though she could only move them a few centimetres, if even that.
For the final touch, a set of blinkers was slid into place with a light, black leather harness that settled over her head. The buckle tightened at the back, catching her hair, while another harem member secured the second under her chin. She couldn’t even see who it was, though she could tell they had fur from their touch alone.
“Okay! Now that Alyssa is all set up,” the wolf announced, running playfully after Sandor to the centre of the room. “Vixen wants to play “spin the bottle” and I know you all know how to play this one!”
The harem giggled and hugged one another, though few seemed to be paired up. Whereas Beta had been with Sandor the day before, he now seemed to favour Bitch, the white hare.
The game was just as she remembered it, though she had only seen drunken friends playing it and teenagers giggling, trying to work out what it meant to be an adult. Yet she was forced to stand there and watch, shaking her weight from one side to the other and twitching within the range of her bondage.
It was alluring and it had no right to be. If she’d had the chance to walk away, Alyssa would have done so, yet that was not possible. She swallowed her groans, though the lump in her throat grew. It already felt like she hadn’t got off for weeks upon weeks, her body aching for physical touch – anything. She would have taken the pain and a spanking if it got her some attention, though that was not like the deer taur to think like that at all.
Hold on, the taur told herself firmly, clenching her glutes and tensing her hind end down the line of her back legs. This is what the Master wants. He wants you to break. This is meant to be hard.
It was almost impressive how the harem did his bidding so willingly, though Alyssa pressed her lips together as the bottle spun and spun and spun. It landed on first one and then another anthro, telling them to kiss – and they did all that and more. When it landed on Pen, the swan clapped his hands in joy when he got to kiss Queen, who blushed heavily. Who could have known a dragon could blush through scales?
Alyssa tried not to watch, but it was all she could do, her eyes opening time after time again to take in the hot and heavy kissing. Their tongues tangled, dancing between wanton muzzles and even Pen’s beak, for no one was left out of the game. No one was ever supposed to be left out, after all, not like that. Alyssa was, but that was only because she wasn’t engaging with the games, so Sandor had planned something for her that meant she could still engage, just in her own way.
It was worse, however, especially when the bottle pointed towards Sandor and he shrieked playfully, running from Sow who chased him. They just looked so carefree and the way Sow took the fox into his arms had Alyssa’s heart pounding. They kissed warmly, tongues sweeping up against one another as if they were intimately familiar, though it was how they cuddled and moulded their bodies to one another that caught Alyssa the most.
That shouldn’t have been right, she thought. He was hers, her fox! Even if things were difficult, they had never broken apart, not really.
The arousal in her body ached all the more fiercely as she watched them kissing, although it was worse than even the day before. For she couldn’t rub her body against things to bring her need down or even try, as it was not as if that had worked in the slightest anyway.
They know how to get to me, she thought dimly. Because they’ve already been through it.
Alyssa shuddered.
Is there any real point in fighting back? I’m already lost…
She shook that thought off, not liking how it settled over her. No, that thought didn’t belong to her, not in the slightest. It was the Master again, his words worming their way inside her head as if they were tiny, burrowing insects. The notion made her skin crawl obnoxiously, but focusing on that sensation allowed her, at least for a few moments, to draw her mind from the overwhelming arousal.
Only a few moments, however. Then it was back as she twitched her tail as if she was trying to wag it, for it was one of the few parts of her body that she could still move. How troublesome to have her agency over her own body reduced to such a demeaning part!
She rocked her hips back and forth slightly, trying to wiggle into some manner of movement. Groaning quietly, she tried to grind into the chastity belt, though there was nothing there, even as heat simmered and bubbled against the raw pressure of need.
“Okay, guys, this isn’t funny,” she tried, calling out to them. “Please… I don’t want to play this game, let me out.”
Alyssa thought they would, but, of course, the harem wanted to make sure she was involved. Even as her cries rose and increased in frequency, they completely ignored her, laughing and bouncing between one another as they continued with spin the bottle.
Different anthros were paired up together, though it was when Sandor was placed with someone else that Alyssa’s heart lurched the most and her loins burned. Oh, that was terrible, so very dreadful – yet why did it make her even hornier to see him with others? It had to be that the fox was the one she had been with sexually, Alyssa reasoned with herself, though that didn’t stop the drawing tug and pull within her. She simply couldn’t think of anything other than her need, cursing out the Master the whole time.
Oh, he had to be a mastermind to trap her like that, she thought, twisting and rattling against the frame holding her fast. Yet the leather dug into her body, past the light barrier of her fur, and rubbed abrasively against her skin. Alyssa whined, leaning into that more uncomfortable feeling just a little more, where it dragged against her arms and back.
If she focused on that, maybe she didn’t have to think about her need, how turned on she was. Her body needed something she just wasn’t able to give it and Alyssa moaned aloud, her head trying to hang. Still, even that small motion was taken from her.
“Please, let me out, I’ll join in, I’ll do anything you want,” she moaned, her lips parted as her tongue lashed out against them. “Please… Come on, this isn’t funny…”
Yet they all ignored her, even Sandor. The fox didn’t look like Sandor in that moment but rather Vixen – as everyone else called him. Especially as he tumbled into Queen’s arms for a deeply sinful kiss, the tongues of the two males twisting as the dragon demonstrated his longer, more flexible tongue.
Alyssa shuddered, her sex soaked with arousal. It was humiliating to be left like that, panting and moaning, trying to get their attention, even if it was all to no avail. Even a light touch on her hind end would have been appreciated – if she had been able to feel it.
She just wanted something, anything, though her arousal was still higher than it ever had been before and that sickly sweet scent seemed heavier in the air that day too. It clung to her muzzle and infiltrated her fur as if she had bathed in it. Even the scent of need and sex, some of the anthros before her slightly musky, got into her system, her eyes half-closed as she swayed the little she could from side to side.
Her need went unnoticed as if she didn’t even exist. She came and went in what they understood of her, what they saw of her…and Alyssa didn’t matter.
The harem as a whole, belonging to the Master mattered.
She moaned, drooling wetly.
“Please… I can’t…”
But she’d have to hold on, she’d have to stay the course. Only, Alyssa was not so sure anymore that she could resist the Master.
Exactly as he wanted for her.
*
Two weeks later
She managed to hold on, against all the odds, as the next two weeks passed. There were some things learned, such as how to experience pleasure. She’d suspected that the first day, but the only way to get pleasure without the Master was by grinding and bumping their chastity devices together. It seemed like a very crude way to experience pleasure, although Alyssa was torn between whether being able to feel something in that way made it better or worse. For there was no release either with orgasm, so the other harem members, really, should have been just as horny as her.
At first, she thought they managed it better, but that was why they had to engage in such strange games all the time. They had found a way that worked to help them get by, though just how they spoke… Well, it was infuriating to her.
“Master will look after us.”
“We must serve the Master.”
“The Master is the most important thing to us.”
“Do you think Master will like my fur brushed out like this?”
Alyssa ground her teeth together and slowly managed to keep her words to herself. She’d been more outspoken over the years with Sandor, so it was a little unnerving on her part to feel herself so cut off and restricted.
The Master will release you.
Oh, leave me alone.
New thoughts slipped into her head and she scoffed at them. That had to be just silly little notions from the harem teasing into her mind, though it didn’t help that she hadn’t had a single orgasm either. It had been a long time since she’d not taken care of her needs in that long, but the days swiftly blended into a rise and fall of need.
For it was not even the same every day, watching as the others played their games. Every day, she was put in bondage so she could “participate” in their games, although the harem posed her differently. Sometimes, she was restricted with her legs apart so some of the harem could use her and grind against her when they wanted to enjoy themselves, though she groaned like a whore in a brothel, loathing how she sounded. Other times, no one touched her at all and she was suspended, taking even the liberty of standing from her hooves. Sometimes, Pen used her as a model for his artwork as he sketched and painted on a canvas, standing studiously before her with an oddly serious expression on his face. The swan took liberties with her body too, as the doe taur was a stationary model, and painted on her – but the paint always washed out of her white fur.
The Master wouldn’t have wanted her anymore if she didn’t have white fur. And Alyssa couldn’t have that happen, oh no.
It could be different if I joined in with the games, she told herself, though Alyssa knew it wouldn’t have done all that much good. They get something out of this, it’s the only thing that stops them going crazy with need, teasing themselves with that lure of pleasure.
But it was those fleeting pleasurable moments that were the most torturous for her: feeling something and having that surge of desire within her, only to be cut short when she could have tumbled over the edge.
Sandor brought her, sixteen days into her imprisonment, to the Master in his bedroom. Her hands were “bound” in a sense as the gold cuffs sprang together, latching more tightly than any iron manacles ever could have done. The ones on her hooves could have done the same, as she had experienced too from time to time, but the Master had ordered Sandor to shackle her instead, so she could only hobble forward step by slow step. Somehow, that made the rising, throbbing need between her hind legs even worse, though she clenched her jaw and forced herself through it. There was simply no other way.
“So, Vixen, my sweet,” the Master purred, caressing the fox’s cheek tenderly as Sandor leaned into his touch. “What was Alyssa used for before? This beautiful deer taur must have had some use in your world.”
Alyssa bristled and opened her mouth to answer but Sandor cut in ahead of her.
“Alyssa cleaned the house and carried people around,” he said happily, a wag in his tail. “Sometimes, she carried objects too! Isn’t she so useful?”
The Master nodded, though his smile was for Vixen. Alyssa growled under her breath.
“I did a lot more than that,” she retorted. “I was not a slave! You make me sound like nothing more than a housekeeper.”
“Oh, that fire in you should be put to good use, Doe,” the Master said, his striped tail flicking back and forth as if he had locked on to his prey. “Yet Vixen has done you a great service here as I have a wonderful idea to help you find your place here.”
As Sandor murmured something about how kind and wonderful the tiger was, the Master directed the fox to work. As Alyssa tried to step away, hobbled by the shackles, and almost stumbled over herself, she was restrained in the same rack that had framed her in the bedroom initially. It sent a shudder through her at how it seemed to have been designed just for her, as if they’d known before she even arrived at the Master’s castle that they would need something to restrain a taur of her size.
She twisted back and forth, rattling the metal frame, though Sandor slid a blindfold and bit gag into place on her. She chewed on it, shoving it with her tongue even as she tried to spit it out, though he was swift to secure the gag around the back of her head.
“Mmmph! Hmmph!”
The Master laughed. Balling up her hands into fists, she leaned forward, wishing she could smack the laugh off his face. He didn’t deserve to laugh at her!
Her cuffs released from before her, only so the fox could pull her hands back behind her instead and snap them back together again, as if they were magnets. She’d used those before when she’d been helping Sandor with his magical training, though it seemed that had all come to nothing in the end.
More leather straps went around her, something like a leather harness fitting over her deer half and buckling around her human-like waist, though it was, at the very least, a good fit. The leather was padded on the inside too, so it would not rub as the leather strapping she’d been subjected to a couple of weeks before had. That had been uncomfortable, yet it had at least given her something to focus on.
Even the fox’s hands sweeping expertly over her body made her tingle in that special way. In the back of her mind, she imagined turning her rump to Sandor right then and there and begging the fox to mount her, to fuck her good and hard. Alyssa had preferred softer, sweeter lovemaking before, but the fox had edged towards something a little rougher.
I hope the Master takes care of Vixen’s needs.
The fact that a thought like that didn’t belong to her didn’t draw Alyssa’s attention at that time. Such was the slow creep of the Master’s influence, twisting her mind as she grunted and squirmed in her bondage.
“Mmph!”
Something hard and round pressed to her tail hole as Sandor’s fingers brushed the edge of the chastity device. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning as he pushed what could only be anal beads into her, one after the other. They were thick and round, though it was some relief that they were on the same side.
Alyssa quivered. She’d seen those beads before when they’d gone to one of the “naughty” markets on their travels, although she and Sandor had not been close enough in that way to explore all that much sexually. If the Master had not captured Sandor, perhaps they could have had more time.
Anger burned inside her again and she did all she could to feed off that, to let her fury at having her future snatched from her shove that horniness down. She didn’t need it, didn’t want it, grunting and groaning while Sandor pushed every last one of the anal beads under her tail. Still, she moaned, drooling around the gag as if she was no more than a dumb beast.
“Very good, Vixen,” the Master said, making some strange part of Alyssa lurch at not being addressed and praised too. “You’ve done so well preparing her for me. Now, Doe will be a cart in the harem: like the ones that common horses pull. She will take any items needed around your quarters and carry the harem wherever they need to go. I will take you too for my use, Doe, have no fear.”
As Alyssa shifted her weight back and forth, a bell at the end of the anal beads jingled, bouncing off the chastity device where it came up just below her tail hole. At first, she thought she might be able to put her tail down again with the beads at least offering another kind of stimulation, but the belt still put enough pressure on the nerves on either side of her tail to keep it hitched lustfully.
So, a “cart” she was, not even an animal but an object to those around her. At first, she grunted and moaned against the gag, turning her head back and forth, though she couldn’t get anyone to understand her, much less let her out of the bondage. The anal beads were only placed into her backside when she was “in use” and, when she had no one to carry around their luxurious quarters, they were taken from her and placed back into a basket that hung over Alyssa’s deer half.
The weight of someone on her back was demeaning, yet a part of her yearned for the beads, for that was some tiny bit of stimulation she could hunger for. It was something different and, even though it was not the slide of fingers or a cock around and into her pussy, it was still something. That would have to be enough for her, at least for the time being.
To her surprise, the gag was removed when she wasn’t in use and put on her again when she needed to carry someone: that was strange. The sensation of having to walk around in the dark, effectively, was foreign and, at first, she nearly tripped over her own hooves trying not to spill Vixen from her back. He was previous cargo, after all, and she didn’t want to send the fox, at the very least, tumbling to the ground with a sharp bump.
The bell rang when she was in service, humiliatingly coursing through her as she traipsed around their living quarters. Finally, there was a riding crop with a small, triangular flap of leather at the end that the harem could use on her. She squealed the first time she was smacked with it, though there was pleasure flourishing in the background of the pain.
For it was one more way in which she could glean some kind of stimulation, moaning as she was spanked with it to “go.” Although there were long, braided reins hanging from the gag too, one attached to either side, Vixen didn’t use them as he laughed on her back. He was her very first customer and she walked slowly down the hallway from the Master’s quarters as he slapped her ass with the whip over and over again.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Mmmppphhh…”
She groaned, wanting to leap away from the pain and back up into it at the same time. Pain wasn’t supposed to feel good and that confused Alyssa even more as she walked slowly and carefully. Her shoulder bumped a wall and she vaguely felt like she was moving towards the common area, though there was little way to tell.
“Onward, Doe!” Vixen crowed, his heels kicking her sides lightly, though his weight was comforting. “You are so good! You’re a good cart for us!”
“Nnnggghhhh…”
The beads jostled against one another as he took her to the common area and dismounted. Alyssa stood there as the blindfold was removed and the beads popped out.
“Mmmmm…”
She rocked her hips back as the beads were removed, a part of her wanting them back. At least they gave a faint sensation of being filled, even if it was not in the right hole for her.
“Everyone!” Vixen announced to the rest of the harem, clapping his hands together. “Doe will now be a cart for us! She will transport us and any items needed around our living area. Isn’t that wonderful?”
The others clearly thought so, as Beta was her first customer. He popped the blindfold into place with a practised sweep of his hands and shoved the anal beads into her ass. Cramming them in using the heel of his hand, the wolf had a lot less finesse than Vixen, though that could have been his excitement too.
“Nnngggffff!”
She grunted an tried to protest, though Beta mounted her back and sat astride her so comfortably that it was as if he had been doing it all his life.
“Walk to my room!”
He gave the order confidently and, despite seeing nothing, Alyssa stepped forward, her legs shaking. The anal beads trembled against one another, allowing her a subtle throb of pleasure, though her ass still burned from the impact of the whip. Without it actively hitting her, however, there was no pleasing warmth in her loins, not as there’d been with Sandor.
I can’t be to blame for liking this, even a bit, Alyss told herself, her head hanging a little as she walked, trying to “see” the ground even through the blindfold. I need to climax… And the Master won’t let me.
The idea of giving herself climax slipped from her mind and she inhaled deeply. Although the doe taur couldn’t quite put her finger on what had changed, something felt a little lighter inside her. A leather bra was added to her after the end of the first day, which she’d thought was nice at first – and then realised it was another way to stimulate her. Even though she couldn’t see it clearly, just able to tip her chin down while her arms were kept behind her back, the reins were moved from her gag to the bra, which stimulated her nipples and helped direct her.
It almost would have been better if the Master had given her that at the start, Alyssa grumbled to herself. Then she wouldn’t have worried so much about bumping into walls when she could just be directed by the reins.
Her second customer was Sow. The polar bear had a lost of mass to him, though he had thicker hips and thighs and an almost seductively curvy figure.
He set the blindfold into place along with the anal beads and mounted her. Alyssa braced, not budging a single inch.
“Doe is strong,” Sow said, stroking her hair and taking the reins. “To my room, Doe.”
It took one careful step after the other to take the bear to his room, though she managed. Sow was kinder with using the reins to direct her, though the bra pulling and rubbing over her nipples felt better than it should have. Electric sparks of pleasure shot through her whenever the reins where used and she whimpered throatily, her saliva coating the gag in her mouth.
In time, she carried everyone, though Sow was the heaviest and the most powerful. Some liked to tease her, to toy with the direction she was going in and turn her around – but others whipped her. Vixen worked out that she liked the whip, as much as a deer taur could like a whip, and slapped her ass almost viciously with it whenever he used Alyssa to move around their quarters. Sometimes, Vixen just rode Alyssa up and down the hallway, though that at least got her some practise in walking around din the dark.
She minded the teases less and less, though the ones who didn’t say anything at all, like Bitch, were stranger. There seemed to be something of a disconnect between her and the harem, as if she really had taken up a different place in the group.
Maybe it was where she belonged.
Alyssa would have rather liked to find somewhere she belonged.
Yet, as time passed, she took all she could from being used as a cart. She walked unusually, swaying her hips and extending her stride – all to get the anal beads to move that little more inside her ass. She didn’t know what else to do as she moaned, though the notion of rebelling only to be whipped to go forward crossed her mind too on more than one occasion.
It might be worth it…if she got that pain-pleasure. There was, unfortunately, more pain than pleasure to be had when the whip impacted her hind end, her glutes tensing against the sharp sting of impact, but it was something. Each time brought a rise of washing heat swelling through her, every nerve ending in her body seemingly tingling as if even her body was grateful for that slew of delight. Her mind rebelled, a little, yet she kept living and acting out her part as a cart at the Master’s castle, because…
Well, Alyssa, didn’t quite know why. She blinked, shifting her weight while Pen removed the anal beads from her. The swan was always so gentle and she whined, stomping a cloven hind hoof. She would have rather had those beads left inside her! Maybe she could have found a way to climax, even if they were only in her tail hole. It was a long shot, but Alyssa was desperate – fairly so.
When she walked, swinging her hips, the bells rang out more loudly, though she barely even noticed. Neither did she care, though the sound, at first, had brought a flush of heat to her cheeks, prickling and simmering.
Without the blindfold on, she was left to watch the harem enjoy their games during the day, though there was always enough time for her to eat and rest at the start and the end of the day. When her work was done and the harem retired to their rooms, she was ridden back to the last harem member’s room and the gear undone on her, just to the extent that she could remove the rest herself. That was left outside her room on a stand and Alyssa found it polished to a shine every morning.
That should be my job, she thought lightly one morning, coming out to find it pristine and fresh all over again. The Master will be pleased if I look after his equipment too.
She ran her fingers over the gear, wondering if it was time to put it on. Yet it was Queen who came for her first that day, setting her up before sitting astride her and even running his fingers through his hair. He had very short claws that tickled as they played lightly over her scalp and Alyssa leaned back into his touch, comforted by the world of darkness. Of course, the blindfold still went into place while she was being ridden.
“Take me to the common area, Doe,” he said gently. “You are such a good steed. The Master is so pleased with you.”
“Nnnfff…”
She grunted, although she didn’t really care about being pleasing to him. Whenever he sat on, her, she felt strange – as if everything around her had moved a little bit, tingling with energy. Yet there was arousal too and his tail hung out over her back end as he used the whip to strike her. Alyssa was not to know that it was the drake’s magical energy coursing through her, adding another complexity to things.
After the first couple of days, however, Vixen didn’t come for her. She didn’t know why Vixen was turning her down, for she heard him walking around when she was carrying others. He walked with her a lot, but never touched her, even if he seemed to take a greater distance at times too.
“Sandor? You’re near.”
She said the words lightly as Queen removed the blindfold from her, revealing the white fox standing by the couch in the common area with his tail wagging.
“I’m keeping an eye on you, Doe,” he yipped warmly. “You stopped me from having an accident. You’re so good at walking now, but no one wants you to injure yourself because you can’t see.”
It seemed like a strange thing for him to focus on, but Alyssa put it from her mind. Sandor… No, his name was Vixen, she had to get that right. Vixen always looked out for everyone else, though was always in the thick of things too. He was odd but sweet.
That night, when Alyssa returned to her room, but the rack for her BDSM gear had moved inside her room. She removed everything needed, once her cuffs separated from where they bound her hands behind her back, and settled them into place on the rack.
Too tired to consider why that was, she collapsed into bed, slumped against the pillows and hugged one to her chest to support herself.
The next morning, the rack loomed. She dithered before it.
I don’t want to carry everyone around, it’s so demeaning… She thought. But maybe the Master will be pleased and I can better learn the layout.
She’d learned a little of the layout of the Master’s den while blindfolded, but it was hard to focus when her body ached with deep arousal and she was trying her best not to trip over her own hooves. Bumping into walls was not too bad when the others directed her, though her shoulders and hips had throbbed painfully from impacts earlier on.
She had to try it, she told herself. If only to lure the Master into a false sense of thinking she’d accepted his rule over her.
So, she voluntarily slipped on the gear, up to the point where she would need to be fixed into it and her cuffs, of course, bound behind her back. The harness fit over her deer part perfectly with a comfortable saddle for those who wanted to ride her, the basket with the anal beads slotted into place too. The blindfold hung on the side of the basket and, of course, there was a rigid brace around her torso too, which stopped her from being able to bend.
She’d never considered it before, but the restriction was divine. The lack of movement, except when she was needed… Finally, Alyssa could truly be useful.
“This is so I can escape,” she said aloud as she stood before her door. “I don’t need the light to see…not when I will know every inch of this place in the dark, even where the furniture sits.”
Alas, Alyssa could not see her will crumbling, even then.
*
Several weeks later
Slowly, Alyssa joined in with the games the harem played. Her heated arousal lingered, burning in the back of her mind, though it was never meant to be something she set aside entirely. If she was just standing around, she couldn’t help but shift her weight back and forth, trying to find a more comfortable position, but nothing assuaged the warm glow under her tail.
She needed more than what she yearned for, passion rising, flooding through her entirely in a way that could not be mimicked. It was better than watching, when she got to rub against the others and gleaned an accidental bump of a chastity device against hers.
Queen said it was better when the Master mated them, but she didn’t understand how that could be so. The dragon said it was something to do with them feeling what the Master felt, but apparently that was only something she could experience when she’d been with the Master herself.
Alyssa had no intention of that, not in the slightest. Yet the days seemed slower and her thoughts more sluggish, some words slipping from her vocabulary.
I will get out, she thought, concentrating a lot harder than she had needed to before just to get the words in the right order. This will be okay.
But she couldn’t fully remember what her life had been like outside the Master’s castle either. There had been a lot of work out there and a lot of cleaning… Were things all that good out there?
Maybe I can stay. Maybe the Master will look after me.
It won’t be bad…if I have the chastity thing off.
Alyssa shook herself. No, no… She had to keep thinking of her end goal, that she had to escape from the castle at any cost. Alone, with someone else… She just had to get out. There was no other option for her.
The days blurred even further and she lost track of everything. Her mind was soft and fuzzy and that scent clung to her at all times.
Games and games and games… There were so many lovely games to play. She wanted to orgasm, yes, and have some release for that aching heat, yet there was nothing she could do. Why worry about it?
Her senses sharpened with the blindfold on as she traversed the hallways to get the harem back to their rooms, even though Vixen still didn’t ride her. The others were nice though and she didn’t mind their weight on her back, even as some of her muscles grew stronger.
But things did not satisfy her anymore – the beads and the whip. Sure, they brought a spark of pleasure to her mind, but she grunted and twitched when need coursed through her without any glimmer of lust.
Alyssa blinked, walking past Pen during the day, though she didn’t remember time passing. It seemed to move differently there. The swan’s graphite stick moved across his paper, which the Master had given him, to draw erotic images of the harem mating. In the corner of one large page was a familiar doe taur.
“Oh… You drew me then.”
Vaguely, Alyssa remembered that. When she’d been bound, the swan had enjoyed sketching her, though he seemed to swap between the pages of his sketchbook as it pleased him. She’d thought he used the canvas for her, but it was more difficult with every passing day to remember the fine details.
Her tail, however, was hiked up all the way. When the swan turned the pages, showing her an earlier sketch of her, she had her tail lowered, even though the chastity device kept it somewhat raised at all times by exerting pressure on the nerves on either side of her tail. She blinked again, fascinated by it, though all Alyssa seemed able to do was stare.
“Hm…”
She blinked and took a step back. What was she doing? Was that really what her tail looked like? Her gear was not so restrictive that she could not turn around, so she twisted her torso, horrified to see her tail flitting up like she was inviting someone to mount her. Just what had she become!
There’s too much going on here, she thought, skittering away on shaky hooves. Need to get out, need to get out.
Thinking took so much energy, however, and she fought against the urge to gulp down the sweet scent on the air. Even some of the food made her hornier, though Alyssa didn’t understand why, only that it did.
Got to go, got to leave, with Vixen…
But if Vixen is in the Tiger’s Den, I can stay with Vixen too.
She shook her head, though the fog didn’t clear. It was a very comfortable kind of fog and she murmured, almost leaning into it. Couldn’t she stay?
Her pussy burned, twitching and flexing. She hadn’t had anything in there to squeeze down on for…too long.
The aroma brought up her need and she hunched her back end down where her spine was able to flex at the high point of her flank. It didn’t help, legs skittering out and bracing like she had someone leaning over her back, a rampant cock prodding at her sodden folds.
No… Oh, no. She couldn’t go on like that.
She’d have to confront the Master.
That night, she took Bitch to his bedroom as her last customer of the evening, turning back to her room. Yet the tiger blocked her way, all muscle and power. She all but drooled, closing her mouth quickly on the gag, while it prevented her from speaking. Even the mere sight of him was enough to make her need spike hotly, hips mildly rocking where she could not still her body.
She couldn’t do anything, not as her eyes roamed his body and he took her into her bedroom, merely so he could use her furnishings to prepare her. He didn’t bother taking the tight gear off her, her hands still locked behind her back, but the blindfold slid over her eyes.
Alyssa quivered as the Master used her, all thoughts of leaving deserting her. All that remained was a desperate, needy desire to please, to do good, to be good for the Master. He was all that mattered to her.
Just when she thought he was going to push the beads into her tail hole, however, another sensation came. She hadn’t felt him unlocking a section of the chastity belt, allowing him access to her pussy, but she felt the grind of large, round beads being fed into her pussy.
“Ohhhhhhhh…”
Alyssa moaned openly as she wiggled her hips back at him, her tail lifted while her slick arousal coated each bead. He laughed at her neediness, though she couldn’t help it in the slightest as her legs splayed and the Master set aside what he didn’t need on her bed. Her legs trembled, though his strong hand cupped under her belly, her skin twitching with oversensitivity, helped her stay upright.
Master is kind…
He mounted her without a word, as if she was merely a toy or an object to him. She moaned and grunted, trying to rock her hips and get more stimulation from the beads, which were all connected as if with a thin wire. She didn’t care, not when she had some sensation at long, long last.
“I will get off your back, if you do not move.”
If he got off, the beads would be removed. She knew that much.
Alyssa staggered into motion, walking out into the hallway, though the beads jostled and ground against one another inside her. Her inner walls strained around them, for they were larger than the anal beads that had been used on her before, though she had no recourse there.
Smack!
“Nnnnggghhhh!”
The whip came down on her ass with a sharp crack and Doe whined.
Please, more! She wanted to cry out, though the deer taur drooled around the gag. Please, make me feel, make me feel something!
The beads, however, were not idle as he rained down blow after blow on her unprotected rump, so vulnerable to the Master’s wiles. Every heightened sense quivered in anticipation and Alyssa’s eyes rolled back in her head as the beads vibrated inside her. They juddered against her G-spot and her legs nearly buckled at once to have such a sensation at long, long last.
Oh, oh, Master!
She kept walking, not thinking. There were no thoughts in her mind, just a heady wash of pleasure. Her Master controlled everything, yes, down to where she placed her hooves, for there was nothing more important than that. He whipped her, alternating sides, and she curved her body around gladly for each stroke of the whip, moaning loudly, even though she didn’t know what she was groaning for. Either the whip or the beads or just the seductive weight of her Master on her back.
Oh, he smelled so good… And she’d seen his prick before, even if only in her dreams. That would be much better than the beads.
He pulled on the reins, though he used the whip more to direct her, striking higher on the round of her glute rather than lower where the bicep muscle ran through her hindquarters. Yet that was purely to taunt her, for stimulation, turning her back and forth as electricity shot through her breasts, coursing deep into her nervous system.
Finally, they stopped and she whined plaintively.
“Mmmmph!”
“Ah, my dear Doe, you will do well here.”
Doe… Yes, she was Doe. Doe. Doe.
That sounded nice.
He removed the blindfold and even the drag of the silken fabric was torturous. She needed it desperately, though Doe was hard-pressed to say what “it” was. He slid the gag out from between her teeth as the deer taur worked her jaw, whimpering faintly.
“Mm-hmph… Master…”
The word felt strange on her lips, yet like it belonged there at the same time. Blinking at the sight of his room before her, though she hadn’t even been aware of walking in there, she shook her head and tried to back up against his bed. The corner of it lured her and she ground her chastity belt against it, though it had been sealed back over after the Master had put the beads inside her pussy.
“Please… Master… Please…”
He smiled, whiskers twitching.
“Who are you?”
“Doe, Master. I am Doe.”
Her heart pounded, something feeling wrong to her. But Doe couldn’t work out what that was.
“Who is Alyssa?”
She parted her lips, eyes watering.
“Master… No… I don’t know, please… I don’t know them, I am only Doe.”
The name seemed familiar to her, as if she should have known it, but she couldn’t quite pull the knowledge to the forefront of her mind. Maybe it wasn’t important?
Not when her body ached and quivered, rocking her hips increasingly. The chastity belt stopped her from getting any pleasure and the Master’s laugh made her heart sink.
Without ceremony, he took the beads out of her, popping them wetly from her pussy. They rolled out and he set them aside, not even letting her reach her pussy before the chastity belt was fully back in place, restricting all sensation.
“No, Master, please, I’ll be good, I’ll serve you, I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I need it, need you… Master, please…”
Her words tumbled over one another and still ran from her lips as Vixen appeared in the doorway to the Master’s bedroom. Doe fumbled, her lips wet from where she’d been drooling, but Vixen’s eyes were only for the Master.
“Ah, I see my darling Vixen has arrived,” the tiger purred. “Now… You two will compete. Whoever wins will receive a prize. Alas, I will not remove your chastity, but this should be exciting enough for my favourite harem members, surely?”
“Yes, Master!” Vixen yapped, eyes wide and plaintive. “I’ll play a game! Oh, thank you, Master!”
“Mmm…” Doe groaned, trying to think clearly. “Yes… Thank you… Master…”
Why was it so hard to think? The Master drew them close, one on either side, as he slipped down his pants and revealed his hardening prick. The spire of tiger flesh drooled lightly with a gleam of pre-cum.
“Ohhhh…”
Vixen dropped to his knees and Doe followed swiftly, not even knowing what she was doing. All she could focus on was how good his cock looked and how much she wanted it pounding into her mouth, any part of her. She needed to service him, to do everything for him, even when dear Vixen was there.
She didn’t remember her past. She didn’t remember what Vixen had been to her. All she knew was her life in the castle.
And it was a good life. As long as she did everything for her Master, the tiger would take care of her.
The doe taur folded her forelegs to drop to her knees before him, leaving her hind end pushed lewdly up in the air. The scent of his cock, fresh and clean with raunchy male musk, filled her senses, so much more powerful of an aphrodisiac than anything else. Yet Doe could not have realised that everything in the Master’s castle had been perfectly designed to bring her to that moment. From the sweet aphrodisiac to the whispers in her head that became her thoughts to her treatment and the gear… It was all designed to break her, slowly, bit by bit.
The Master loved her downfall as much as he adored how she had held out. It was pure entertainment for him.
Vixen, however, was faster than Doe and lapped over his Master’s cock with due skill. His flexible tongue curled around the hot length as he moaned and slavered over him, eyes half-lidded. Doe rushed to catch up even though something jolted her back an inch.
Wasn’t there something she was supposed to be doing? Her mind gave her an image of the outside world, though the seductive heat under her tail snarled that thought away. Why did she need to think of escaping? She’d wanted to…
And then the sensation of being licked reached her and she realised what the harem had meant by being able to feel what their Master felt. For she felt every swipe of Vixen’s tongue on her pussy as if he was licking her, though it was their Master’s aching shaft he was lavishing attention on. Their connection was to their Master’s cock in a carnal fashion, linking them to him in a way that could only be experienced.
Need him… Need…to stay…
She drooled, licking her Master’s cock, though it was bigger than Vixen’s had been. The thought entered her mind and flittered away quietly, not pausing there.
Doe didn’t mind. Her resolve crumbled, though it didn’t feel as if she’d had all that much of it anyway. Doe struggled to fixate on the notion of what she’d been resisting when her lips pursed over the head of his cock, slurping up his need while her own spiked.
“Mmmmmph… Nnnggghhhhh…”
She groaned, trying to get more pleasure, more and more thoughts slipping from her mind – like when her Master had been riding her. Her hips swayed back and forth, her tail wiggling, though Vixen was more salacious still, drooling as he slurped up along their Master’s cock and ran his tongue back down. Even though they had to share, that was something Vixen was familiar with.
With twice the pleasure brimming over within her, Doe knew in her heart that she would have dropped to her knees before her Master a long time ago if she’d known it could feel so good. Better than good, it was wonderful, need flaring up within her, searing and delightful.
They shared his cock between them, though their rampant lapping grew ever increasingly more ravenous, tongues sweeping up against one another. She lost herself there, for Doe didn’t have anything else to focus on.
Wait… She had wanted to get away. Hadn’t she?
Her thoughts wouldn’t come and there were no more whispers either.
“Halt.”
They paused in the middle of lapping, pupils dilated, obedient.
“The winner,” he announced, lips twitching in a smirk. “The winner is Vixen.”
Doe’s heart sank and her thoughts turned to the outside world again. She couldn’t please the Master well enough. Perhaps she should leave, never to do anything for herself ever again… Yet that was not a notion that should have entered her head.
She wasn’t the doe taur she had been.
Still, she allowed her Master to fix her into the rack, so she could not move and was forced to stay standing with a little splay in her hind legs with a spreader bar between them. Her harness was still on and her hands bound behind her back, the cuffs glowing as they secured her tightly. Jealousy seared through Doe and she forced it down, pressing her lips together.
She wanted to be the one to please her Master…
“Vixen… You have done so well.”
Their Master pressed up behind Vixen and positioned him so it could be as if he was fucking Doe – though the deer taur and the fox did not touch. He bent the fox over and drove his cock up against his tail hole, the chastity belt allowing easy access still to Sandor’s tail hole.
Doe knew exactly what had happened as her body trembled, feeling like their Master was ramming into her, filling her pussy. Pleasure burst within her and Vixen squeaked, the high-pitched sound leaving his lips sharply.
“Ah! Yes, Master, oh! Please… Use meeeee!”
Vixen begged for it as Doe twisted and wriggled in the rack, pinned in the bondage, though it was about the fox and his Master in that moment. Yet she was forced to watch as heated pleasure mounted and her sex dripped with liquid honey.
Still, there was no orgasm to be had.
“Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!”
The tiger rammed into Vixen with powerful, overbearing thrusts, filling his tail hole perfectly. Doe gasped, trying to rock back, although there was nothing even for her to grind on to. The desire to be fucked and filled was still there, to have that high brought to a peak despite everything she had endured.
Her skin glistened with perspiration and she hung her head as she moaned aloud, eyes fixed on the raunchy scene before her. The tiger picked up the fox with Vixen’s back to his chest, holding his thighs tightly as Vixen reached back behind the Master’s neck to hold himself up. Their Master, however, would never have let him fall.
Her eyes landed on the join of their bodies, where she could see his cock pounding in and out of Vixen’s tail hole. The chastity device didn’t get in the way at all, for it was not designed to cover an anthro’s anus. Of course, males got pleasure from that, but the device prevented orgasm, regardless.
She strained and rattled the rack, her shoulders burning. Just a taste, a little taste… She stuck her tongue out, trying to lick it, even though there was no way she could reach them, half-twisting around and forcing her body against the limits of her bondage.
“I told you before,” the tiger rumbled. “Your boyfriend is gone, she is my Vixen now.”
Her Master thrust harder and a lustful cry broke Vixen’s lips. The fox moaned and shuddered bodily, grinding back on to their Master’s cock.
“Ahhhhh! Yes, thank you… Thank you, Master!”
The tiger pressed the fox in closer to her ass, yet not close enough.
“Vixen… Have you ever had sex with Doe before?”
Doe whimpered. Oh, oh – she knew the answer to that! But it couldn’t be as good as having sex with her Master, if he had her! Oh!
“Yes, Master!” Vixen yipped, wagging his tail. “But I’ve never got her pregnant.”
“Ah…” Their Master purred. “Now you know why. You’re not a real male. You’re just my lovely, pure Vixen.”
The tiger slammed ruthlessly into Vixen – but those were the kind of thrusts the fox liked. Vixen’s eyes rolled back into his head and he whined loudly.
“Mmmmm!”
“Do you want to cum, Vixen?”
“Mmmph! No, Master, no – not without your permission!”
Vixen’s admission shocked Doe, looking at them both despite the ache in her neck and upper back. Their Master smirked, his striped tail lashing as he thrust. Doe quivered as her body ached with tension, feeling on the brink but simply not quite able to get there.
“Tell me, dear…” The tiger purred. “Who means the most to you?”
Vixen didn’t even hesitate in his answer, his tail lifted for the power of his Master’s prick.
“Master, only you! It was only ever you – you are always the most important thing in my life! There’s nothing else, no one else!”
“What a good Vixen you are,” he purred, still thrusting. “You may cum, Vixen. But do not allow your lesser semen to enter Doe’s body.”
“Ahhhhh, thank youuuuuuu!”
Vixen climaxed instantly, following his Master’s orders as seed spurted over Doe’s hind end and trickled down the chastity belt. It glowed under the touch of his semen, though none entered Doe’s body, as their Master had directed. Doe moaned and slumped forward, barely able to turn to keep her eyes fixed on them, for she had put too much strain on her body.
Vixen’s seed squirted pathetically out of the tiny hole in the top of the chastity cage and, still, Doe was denied. She wanted to feel what Vixen felt so desperately, envy brimming over inside her. Yet it was not a bad feeling towards Vixen, but jealousy that he had what she craved, that she wanted to simply be good enough to deserve.
Continued in part four of four…
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