Simba and Nala had been off playing, having successfully tricked their usual escort into losing them. When they were sure they weren't being followed they ducked into a thick spot of jungle, it should have been harmless fun, exploring the wilds until they were eventually found and sent home, or drifted that way themselves. But their fortune was about to turn against them in a most severe twist. 

	As soon as the lions had burst through the thick growth of the jungle, something felt wrong, but that feeling came too late, a shadow falling over them both. Simba froze in shock at the interlopers that seemed to stand on their rear legs. Instinctively going limp as a heavy hand seized him by the scruff of his neck. Nala was already in the grip of another, and she kicked and fought for all she was worth, but the tall creatures who grabbed them both were safely out of range. For those hunting them, this was a most fortunate event. They'd come expecting at best to spend days on the hunt, hoping they might snare a single lion for their patrons, and that fought for, but for the cubs to come charging into their operation as they'd set up... They could take two of the beasts, and make it an even more lucrative score from their more niche customers.

	 As Simba started to realise whoever this was was no friend, he too started to struggle.  “Hey! Put me down, let go!” Nala was already shouting, and he joined in too, but the figures shared a laugh, even those who were just spectators, a pair of them came forward carrying bulks of straps, each sporting bulbous black items. The angle prevented either cub dodging as the harnessing lattice was dragged around their faces, and thick rubber dildos, short but wide, were shoved between their jaws, stifling their cries. Straps were then tugged lengthways to rest below the ears and upward to sit atop the skull. 

	They might have expected to tackle a grown lion, but they were not unprepared for this eventuality, as shown by them bringing out full body harnesses sized to the young pair. Simba struggled still as they pressed the items forward, but Nala's eyes had gone wide, her face changing colour, the shaft in her mouth giving her trouble breathing at that angle. Her claws were focused on scrabbling at her head and the young prince was too busy battling on his own, as they forced a collar around his neck, webbed into further straps across his chest and belly, the hunters produced another dildo in his vision before taking it out of sight, only to have it rammed into his virgin rump and then harness straps tightened over it. He tensed up, curling into a ball of shocked sensation at that, paralysed so long, that when he recovered it was to find all four paws had cuffs locked behind them, and, as an extra surprise, his balls had been squeezed into another loop of leather, with a rigid metal cage covering his sheath. 

	The hunters dealing with Nala had noticed her problem, but were taking twisted pleasure in watching the girl slowly choke out, when she was on the verge of passing out the hands dropped her to the floor, the change in angle allowing her some small breathing room once again. The collar, cuffs and harness followed, and she was jogged back to the waking world as the crotch strap, which came already fitted with two hefty dildos, plunged into the cub's defenceless form. So thick she could feel them squeezing her between them.  

	A pair of metal frames were assembled meanwhile, like triangular horses but with a bar sticking up at one point. The cubs were sobbing as much as the hefty, muffling gags allowed, both already defeated. The lifting hands that carried them to the frames squeezed tormentingly on their soft bodies, even feeling the bulge of the perverse inserts. Their bodies were rested against the top bar of each respective frame, limbs dragged down and cuffs hooked on each metallic leg. The fifth bar used as a snare for their collar, between that and the toys in their gullets they could barely even move their necks.

	As a last insult, their frames were fixed to the floor of the vehicle so their noses were touching, trapped in a mockery of a kiss as their tiny bodies were made to ruthlessly endure the inanimate objects. Every bump on the road back making them both cry out, yet they were absolutely powerless as this dark twist on their lives began. 

	Days passed, spent in the back of vehicles, the only sign of light when a door opened sometimes meaning their frames were lifted to another vessel. If they were lucky, they were ungagged, one at a time, to be fed, watered, and if they were really lucky, even unplugged for relief, though Simba's cage was not removed from him even once.  But mostly the opening of doors meant transfer to a new vehicle. At the end of this long journey, they were dragged to a shady building, assembled on a stage before a crowd. Lights blinding them from seeing their audience, they could but muffle, moan and turn sorrow filled eyes to their onlookers, which only raised the bids being placed. 

	They were property of the club that had commissioned the original hunters, the bids were merely a formality, a fundraiser for who got the first turns with them. In a country where creatures had no rights if they walked on four legs, even if they were sentient, many depraved, if wealthy, minds came to this club and places like it for such events, whether to watch, or participate in taboos. That the cubs were sentient and thus ripe for fantasies not allowed elsewhere only added to the charm. 

	Eventually a decision was reached amongst the winners as to who wanted what, and thus the logical ordering, once bids were taken into account of course. But the cubs saw none of it, dragged into a cell of stark dank stone, their collars were chained to a ring in the wall and their front paw cuffs were tied underneath them, forcing their movements to rub their chest in the dirt on the floor, and preventing any pretence of escape. 

	The cubs were never given opportunity to even talk, a jailer dragging one out of the room for feeding and ensuring they were put back in gagged again. They'd not grown accustomed to the thick plugs stuffing their orifices, but instead succumbed to a numbing acceptance of the strange pain. 

	Days passed in this sorry state as preparations were made. They were occasionally afforded a change of posture by an altering of the chains, but never in a way that would allow them to mess with the cuffs and restraints. Elsewhere on the grounds, a room was refurbished for their first meeting, the club advertising to any who missed that showing about the new 'merchandise' and their debut.

	After what felt like tortured months to the cubs, a flock of figures marched into their cell, dragging them apart from where they'd been sleeping, huddled close. They were dragged to separate rooms, that flooded their nostrils with a strange chemical reek. Nala was placed on a table, cuffs connected again to rings that spread her wide. For a wonder the harness was unclipped fully, the pair of plugs sliding out, making her twist and cry. They'd left marks that would stay for a good while, even if given the chance to slacken, and even empty the lioness ached.

	She was left for a few minutes as they brought a lubricant for what was to replace the anal plug. A lined rubber ring, it didn't reach deep at all but it stretched her already stretched hole around it, strange bumps and grooves on the inside, to ensure any use would find a start befitting the size of the cub. A metal belt, lined in a rubber padding was fastened to her hips next, an opening showing her vagina, but a shield was clipped on after, chastising her. Not that she cared of that, it was a strange relief to be free of the heavy plugs, almost to a point where she'd thank her tormentors if she could. 

	Her captors wrestled with her head, though it wasn't a huge fight for them. Her spirit was so worn down that she didn't try to speak when the plug was slipped out of her throat, and the head harness removed too for the first time. One of the workers visibly tented at seeing the stretched open maw on the pinned cub, but he pressed on. After all, they had a very specific outfit to get fixed in place. The cub's legs were undone and held up as a strange rubber suit was pulled out. They forced her feet into the legs, her claws being trapped in dull pockets, but an opening let the base of her paw out in the air, even as the latex was dragged up her legs and over her hips. Naturally her rear orifices had another opening left for them. The suit bore a long sleeve into which was tucked her tail, tuft an all. Then the suit was dragged until it covered all the fur along her back and sides. Curiously though, another split opening stretched to reveal her belly, then the suit's arms were dragged on in a similar manner to her legs. Claws shrouded but pads open. No zipper was used, instead the suit was stretched over her head and held in place by taut elasticity. From the neck down her body, save for the openings, shined with rubber that clung to her, every curve glimmering. It felt terrible to the girl, who weakly thrashed at the new sensations.  Her limbs were rebound in thick rubber cuffs as they moved on in their work.

	“N-no, it's... it's weird, stop, let me go, p-please.” She mewled in a barely audible cry. Though such cries were not to last long, a rubber mass, squishy and pliable was pressed into her jaws. Part of a fully covering hood, shaped to be skin tight for her, was tucked around her skull. It had some small overlap with the neck line of the suit she was wearing as it was smoothed on. Nala shook her head, mumbling in protest and trying to bite, but weakened and stiff as her jaws were, her teeth slid harmlessly off. 

	The rubber rolled tight to her skull shape, rounded pockets for her ears filled with plugs to deafen most sound, and the face part bore holes for her eyes and nose, but was otherwise seamless save for where a tube connected to a pump in that gagging bladder. It was pumped up then, making her gag and thrash once again. Mouth inflated to send her cheeks bulging. The extra air pressure filling out the hood, which made it seal like a vacuum to her face. One of the assailants watched her eyes, reading the expression to make sure it was tightly fit but not deadly, and, when satisfied, she nodded and stated some phrase that Nala could no longer hear. At the instruction, hands pulled down a black rubber blinder and it fit perfectly into place over the hood.  Casting her into soundless blackness. She quivered as the rubber suit squeezed her form, making her exposed parts feel the chill by comparison. 

	But yet they were not quite done. An egg shape nestled against her loins as they removed the chastity shield, pushing the toy into her lower lips, it buzzed and thrummed as soon as it was in, and the belt was replaced to trap the vibe in there. Her tears invisibly pressed against the mask, -caught by the blinding leather-, at the intense stimulation, of a kind she had never felt the like of. Finally a frame was clipped to her back, squeezing her body so tight the rubber bulged at both ends of the metal band. Her tail was pressed through a tube and clipped down inside what turned out to be a handle, by which she could be lifted with only a single hand. 

	Her cuffs were undone, and that handle was employed to grab her off the table and onto the floor, where they added a collar around that seam, locking the hood and suit in place while it was bound around her throat. A leash was hooked into it, and without warning, tugged on, forcing the cub, her loins buzzing, to walk across the cold floor wherever they were taking her. 

	She was led onward in confused dizzying blackness, through bends, twists and turns, across vast floors, sometimes hearing a mumble of voice or activity, mostly laughing or cooing in mocking tones. Whenever they reached stairs or the like, she was yanked by the handle into the air, paws flailing at nothing until she was deposited and towed along once more. 

	Unknown to either of them Simba was at her side, similarly kinked out, the only difference being his cage had been removed, length stimulated until it was hard, and then a tight ring had been shoved over it, locking him erect for all to see. Around which a small egg also buzzed to be ever teasing. The two gimped cubs were handed over to the first bidder, a vixen, who had arranged for their current attire in the first place. The private room was shut and locked behind them. 

	The vixen dragged both leads over to the extravagantly large bed. Already feeling quite abuzz simply by the appearance of her would-be playthings. She stroked their bodies with her fingers, revelling in the panicked shudders as they flinched from every feeling. The male was almost looking feisty, until a twist made him feel a sensual squeeze and he flagged again. 

	Still, she had plans and was keen to begin them, seizing the boy by the handle, she dragged him into her lap as she sat down, pressing her lips in a kiss against his hooded nose as she hugged his body to her chest. Her leg went down on the other cub, pressing her against the floor while the other foot rolled against the open nose holes. “Mmm, it's a shame I can only rent.” She said wistfully to herself as a hand rubbed the soft belly of the cub before her. There was a thump on her chest as she realised the boy was trying to attack her, mauling with his nullified claws, and weakened muscles which just made her giggle. Perfect... She gripped him by the throat and picked up his companion. 

	Removing the blinder over one of Simba's eyes, the vixen made him watch, though he was already staring with horror at what had been done to Nala, as she pulled out a rubber cover and slid it over the girl's nostrils. For every kick he made in protest she smoothed the sleeve over a bit more, waiting for him to pick up that his friend's oxygen was contingent on his obedience. Fortunately for Nala, he learned quickly. She was already pawing at her face, in both desperation and fear before Simba stilled enough for the fox to relent and unhook the cover. 

	Fresh tears welled in his eyes, before he was blinded again, slumping like a rag doll as he was pushed aside and she tried the same experiment with the recently air-starved girl, still gasping frantically. Nala pushed against the vixen, but didn't fight, even when the vixen pushed a single finger into that padded hole at her rump and felt around inside a bit.

	“Hah, that decides it, sorry, boy.” She said, to Simba, knowing her words were unheard. She pushed Nala off her lap onto the bed and rose up, moving to one of a few mechanical devices she'd ordered up. She dragged Simba up into a frame, his head looped through metal, and then his back curved, -making the vixen moan as the shimmering rubber reflected the light-, as his four paws were anchored in a steel stockade kept spread apart by bars. A large opening yawned between the metal, showing his soft belly and leaving it vulnerable. 

	It was a machine built around an exaggerated take on tickle torture. A flurry of brushes pressed just outside of reach of the exposed paws, and tiny metal 'claws' spread around the shape of his belly. She clicked off the remote buzzing his cock, and instead turned the machine on. The brushes descended on the cub, moving in slow, agonisingly sensual strokes. His whole body locked up in reaction, and then he started trying to thrash around, but the metal was too stable to even bounce, which also prevented any inadvertent injury. 

	Air wheezed out of his nose holes as the forced sensation made him have to laugh, but with his cheeks so full, he could only utter muffled grunts and squeals to the torture. His tender pads and belly being victimised by an implacable foe. The vixen watched for a while, biting her lip as her hands roamed and played with herself. But she blinked herself out of the growing stupor, collecting her thoughts, that was why she had two toys, after all. 

	Aflame with a building passion, she was less gentle than before as she seized Nala and lay down beside her. She removed the handle-frame to free the cub a bit further, her hand pressing Nala's head into her dampening crotch, grinding the cub's face in her juice. She lifted the girl's rear legs to her face, clasping them together by the cuffs as she licked on them, sucking and teasing with her tongue. Nala spasmed, clearly as ticklish as Simba, from the choked muffled sobs of mirth that snorted through the tiny nose holes. 
	
	The vixen dialled Nala's own vibrator upward, making it thrum to confuse the formative feelings, trying to begin an insidious slope that made the cub associate pleasure with her paws being abused. As she pulled her feet from her mouth with a damp slurp, she picked up a hand brush and, in tandem with using her fingers she started to tickle the gimped feral relentlessly. Taking pleasure from each desperate squirm and breathless wheeze between muffled puffs of laughter as the girl unknowingly rubbed along her sex in her struggling. 

	“Hah, I bet you children have never felt anything like this, no wonder your reactions are so pure and full of force.” She crooned, loving their suffering immensely. She proceeded for over 30 minutes, wrestling the girl around while the male's struggles got more and more pathetic and fatigued. So many forced tears that a runnel of liquid even had made it past his blindfold.

	Her hand went again to the rubber sleeve and tugged it over Nala's nose, then in the same motion she pulled back the blinder over those green eyes. Granting the girl vision, and letting her see, in particular, Simba's torture. It took her some time to work out what she was seeing, though the shock she bore was similar to that he had given earlier on sighting her. But with her paws and belly being manhandled and tormented she couldn't get up or even try to dislodge the mass that was suffocating her. Wheezing into it with further forced laughter her body felt on fire from the tickling, and as her sight started to dim, her lungs too burned ferociously. She turned pleading eyes up to the vixen, who just moaned and laughed harder. Having way too much fun at their expense.

	Nala struggled to keep focus, panic setting in as she started to see sparks before her eyes, the deprivation and the stimulation feeding each other before she could take no more, fainting. Only then did the vixen remove the sleeve and turn off the egg vibe inside her. “Not bad for a first timer.” She teased as she pushed the limp cub to one side. “Lets see how long your boyfriend can manage.”  She used the same sleeve on Simba, peeling back one eye's worth of blinder and filling his view with her cruel smirk, waiting until it closed from exertion and asphyxiation. The cub's body equally burning inside and out from the mix. 

	She made sure they were both breathing fine and would recover before the machine stilled and she moved on....

	

	...When Nala woke, her head was pounding and aching, but she could see, she was on her back, though stretched up and strapped to some kind of frame. Slowly the world came into focus and she saw Simba across from her. The cubs had been stretched until they were rump to rump, and bent to see each others faces, a long fluffy tube rested millimetres away from their bellies. Her front paws were tethered by a pulley to his rear paws, and vice-versa. 

	The dirty toys and towel in one corner showed the vixen had already let some of her tension out, but she looked ready for round two as she saw the cub waking up. Wordlessly turning on the machine and setting the belly tube rolling, it brushed against Nala with cruel overstimulation, and made her thrash once again, despite the pain in her limbs from earlier. Each pull on her hands caused her, she realised, to drag Simba's delicate pads into another small set of torturing wheels. And with a start, the mixed sensation woke him too. He thrashed along with her, the two of them unable to stop puppeting each other into worse tickling as their minds were overloaded. For a mercy they'd been left without the blinders, and the gagging bladder had deflated, letting their chuckles ring out far louder in comparison. Though still far more muffled than normal. With less pressure on the mask, the earplugs had been loosened just slightly, and they could each hear the forced giggling of their friend. 

	Dimly, they could make out some words the vixen crooned at them. “Well, sweeties, it's time I slept, I swear tortured whimpers always get me going, but hearing cubs is like a lullaby, you two have fun until morning.” She said, closing her eyes and soaking in the muffled whines, begging for mercy as their tiny chests rocked in laughter. 

	As far as they could tell, their captor meant it, seeming to have drifted to sleep just like that. They were left fighting a machine they had no chance of beating and tricked into feeling guilt that they were the cause of their friend's torture. They were slowly breaking, as the machine toyed with them through the night, she'd played with them until the early hours, and only bedded down for a brief nap, but for the victims, it felt as if the full night lasted for over a week. They couldn't think, they couldn't remember what it was like not to have their belly and paws on sensual fire. Their eyes would meet but just stare unseeing and vacant after a while.

	Time passed in a haze of unpleasant pleasure and uncontainable laughter for the squirming lions. They both passed out separate of one another through the night's torture, eventually roused by the other as their grief continued. Nothing but addling hilarity keeping them occupied until the sun slowly rose. 	

	A knock at the door alerted the vixen who called out “Just a minute.” and sat up slowly. “Oh time's up it seems. My, but you two were perfect, I'll have to buy your first child when the breeding inevitably happens and I promise I'll take good care of them. Kept as my very own tickle pet.” She clicked the machine down, the cubs turning dazed, exhausted eyes over to her. But she was already away to answer the knock. Opening the door wide. 

	“And how have they served, ma'am?” was the first, to the point question. Asked by one of the club staff. The vixen put on a grimace, shaking her head.

	 Lying through her teeth as she said “Simply awful, I may try them again some day but I recommend that punishment I mentioned before you loan them to number two. It might make them behave.” 

	The man nodded and brought forth a crate of items. “I thought it might be so, we'll have to have that seen to.” He turned to his associates. “Make the remaining arrangements in their cell.” 

	As soon as the two of them were alone, the man cracked a grin. “You old firebrand, they were that good eh? Well, you know new merchandise should be shared, but I know how much you love to think of your toys having some quiet time. I'll be sure there's another hidden camera for you to watch on the usual channel.” He pulled out two more hoods, similarly moulded but with a difference or two. Moving over to Nala, he acted as if she were a part to be cleaned rather than a living thing. Pulling the old hood off and replacing it with the new one. The face was totally smoothed, no eye holes to be had, and instead of the bladder, there was a stiff double-ring shoved to spread her mouth open and pin her tongue. 

	For Simba, the mask instead bore a long phallus, poking both in to his maw and out into the air. Thick mitts were produced next and fastened onto each cub's paws attaching to the cuffs. Then the two, still dazed, were brought onto the bed and curled up. The dildo in Simba's gag was thrust inside Nala's ass, and snapped into place with a catch, meanwhile, the cock ring on his rod was replaced with one that didn't squeeze so badly, allowing him, in theory, to relax, but the wider ring clicked into Nala's gag and held him there, forcing each squeeze of her cheeks, each hot puff of breath to run over it. Next, their mitted paws were crossed, whether between each other or behind the back, and snared to rings in their suits. The two friends were bundled in a tight circle, forced to violate each other as sense was stolen again by the new hoods. 

	The vixen bid the staff a good day and casually returned to her normal life, but when she curled up that night to sleep, she brought out her laptop on the bed. Sure enough, a secret feed showed her the bundled cubs squirming and moaning inside the prepared cell. While their suits had been removed, but for the hoods, it was only to allow their pelts to be tended to, as tight rubber still kept them company. Present in the inflated lining of a claustrophobic chamber that squeezed all around them. Forced to press into each other, all their motions echoing as pressing into a wall here caused it to bulge elsewhere, in a new way.  While it wasn't the mind destroying tickling they had endured. The cubs struggled to find any rest for the next several nights, suffering in sensory deprivation. Always shackled up like this as 'punishment' and as training during the nights. 

	In a week or so, the vixen knew they'd be let out, returned to their old cell. Maybe they'd even be allowed to talk then, but after the first five bidders had their perverse fantasies acted out on the cubs, she wondered if a day would go by that they weren't requested by some patron or other... And as she hinted, when they were of age, maybe they would be made to mate, and any spawn auctioned off for keeps.  Until then though, she had a lullaby to rock her to sleep every night.