By Drkwolf222

Stallion sat bolt upright in bed his breathing was labored and he was in a cold sweat. He tried to make out where he was but it was too dark. His hands were free and he quickly reached between his legs. As he felt around he found no burns and felt the head of his cock nestled in its sheath. He started to relax it had all been a dream he was still in his inn room. Outside the window it was still dark and the port city was quiet. He could not help but feel his chest and see that his nipple had not been branded. It had all been so real he still had the smell of burning flesh in his nose. He started to play with himself; he needed it to prove this was real and to help calm his nerves. It did not take long and he soon relaxed and lay back on his bed. He made a small vow to stay away from bunnies for a while and not to go to the travel office. In the morning he would head out of town, on foot and in a different direction to keep from tempting fate.

Morning came and Stallion lazed in bed till nearly midday, a knock on his door from the innkeeper promoted him to move on with his day. As he walked down the stairs the vixen from the night before greeted him. "I did not think I wore you out that much last night, big boy, " she said.

Stallion just smiled and gave her a playful pat on the rear. "You underestimate your skills, my dear." She sat him at a table and brought him some fresh bread. He noticed she had a bit of funny gate to her walking and smiled at the thought of her face as he entered her last night. She had moaned and shuddered on the first thrust and he guessed trying to count her orgasms would be like trying to count sand. He had thought about trying to take her rear but even though she probably would not have argued he decided not to try for fear of her ever walking again. When she came back he ordered a salad and some light wine. The salad was good and the wine helped him relax. He paid and was heading out when she stopped him and offered her room if he decided to stay in town another night. He told her he was not sure but if he did he would meet her here this evening. With that he headed off into the city.

He bought some dried bread and a flagon of water and got directions to a town in the east that sounded like a nice place to continue his wanderings. Even better it was in the complete opposite direction then he had taken in his dream. He set out late in the day and made it a fare distance before night rolled around. He thought back to the inn and how he could be wrapped up in a fox right now but dismissed it. He wanted to get deeper in to this country and farther away from that dream. He made camp and built a small fire as he settled down for the night. Dreams came to him in mixed assortments, the girls he had been with, the looks in their eyes as they saw his member for the first time, the feeling of their tight pussies as he stretched them. Then a look that stopped his blood cold, the look in Calista’s eyes as she slammed the shears closed. He screamed and woke up in a cold sweat. It was just the beginning of dawn, the sky was a bluish-gray color and the birds were just starting to sing. He took out a rag and started to wipe the sweat from his face. He got out some bread and his water and had a quick meal then gathered his things and returned to the road. He had left himself a marker the night before to remind himself the direction he was heading. He had about three more days of walking to get to the next town. And he just really wanted to get farther away from his dream.

It was about midday when Stallion realized he was being followed. He had caught a glimpse of someone when a strap on his pack had broke and he had to twist to catch it. He was careful not to let them know he had seen them. They had been too far back for him to catch any details and now he was just trying to find a way to get the drop on them. When he came to a fork in the road he decided to take the path that had heavier foliage and then to use the cover to get a bit farther ahead. He left an obvious trail and set up an ambush for a spot on the road that would allow him some room to move if things escalated to a fight. He got in to position and waited. It was not long before a figure cloaked in a dark robe made their way up the trail. They were being cautious and trying to stay out of view of the road but Stallion had been ready for that. The figure moved in front of him, not more then a few feet away, and Stallion decided to let them get ahead of him before he made his move. Just as the figure was about to go around a tree Stallion leapt from his cover and drew his sword. The person spun and was visibly startled, they started to try and flee. Stallion was ready for this and charged ahead. Smiling to himself, he watched as the figure found the trip line he had set on a rougher spot on the path. The figure tumbled and Stallion walked over, sword at the ready and started to lift the cloak.

A blade flashed in the midday sun, Stallion backed off a few paces to get a better hold on the situation. Before him stood lithe feline form, cheetah from the looks of the markings. She was dressed in a revealing outfit made up of leather straps and a few well-placed triangles that left little to the imagination and lots of freedom to move. She had fit athletic form and two blades that appeared to be harnessed to her forearms so that the blades extended over the back of her hand. A sharp pain brought Stallion’s attention to the thin line near the top of his thigh. She had nicked him, it was not serious but it spoke volumes about the sharpness of the blades she wore.

"I am impressed you were able to dodge that attack, most would have been rendered lame,” she said.

"I’m faster then I look and have faced far more fearsome opponents. If its money you are after I fear you have choose the wrong target. What little I have would not be worth fighting over," said Stallion.

The cat grinned and giggled to herself a bit. Stepping in to a battle pose she said, " Highway robbery is not on my list of skills. I’m far too expensive for that. No I’m after you. There is a huge market for good horse meat," she said while smiling wickedly.

With that her eyes drifted down to stare intently on his Cod. Stallion felt a cold chill run through him, the dream still vivid in his mind he had a quick flash of the searing blades closing on his shaft. Movement brought him back to the present in time to see the cheetah in mid flight, blades poised to strike him. He quickly dodged to the right and brought his blade up between them. A sting on his face told him he had almost been to slow, but the cat did not waste time. In a flash her leg shot out and swept his left leg out from under him. He stumbled but did not fall. His blade caught a viscous over-hand strike and a fast roll got him away from the follow up back swing to his flank. He tried to get back to his feet. Only to find a foot right where he was going to place his head. The blow set him on his back on the road. He heard more than saw what was coming next. Letting out a screech the cat was in the air above him. The fire in her eyes told him she meant to finish the fight. He franticly reached for any thing and found a hefty piece of dead fall. With the speed and strength born of desperation, he swung the branch and caught the cat in mid-flight, sending her sprawling into a tree.

Stallion quickly got back to his feet and recovered his sword. As he turned to confront the cat he was suddenly kicked in the side. As he buckled a foot caught his arm and spun him. A hand found the hilt of his sword and a foot found his stomach. He was thrown back from the kick. His sword staying in the place he was originally. His back found a tree and he was thankful he was not on the ground again. As he started to move away from the tree a chain suddenly wrapped around him. His torso was pulled back and thudded to the tree, he started to try and lift his arms but two loops found his wrists and pulled them back around the tree in a painful arc. In just a few moments he was secured and unable to move from the waist up. He was about to let out a yell of frustration when a wooden ball was thrust in his mouth and tied behind his head. Another cheetah rounded the tree and stood before him.

"WOW sis, I don’t think I have ever seen a man give you that much trouble. Was he really that good? Or were you taking it easy on him?" said the second cheetah.

She was wearing a set of thigh-high boots, a front and back tasseled skirt that showed a LOT of hip and a leather bodice that pushed an impressive cleavage up in to view. A whip hung off her hip and a wicked grin crossed her face when she saw a flash of fear cross over his face when he saw it. The first cheetah was recovering her cloak and coming back to stand before Stallion.

"Yeah he gave me a really good work out its a pity we cant play with him longer, I hear nothing can compare to riding a stallion." She said.

"Yeah sis, but its that same reason that got us this job. His kind fetch a high price on the market," said the new cheetah.

With that she sauntered up to Stallion and pricked his neck with a needle hidden in her ring. His vision blurred and head started to swim as the sunlight made rainbow flicker across his vision. Moments later he was out cold.

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Stallion woke several hours later. Upon opening his eyes the room spun. Closing them again he waited until his stomach settled before opening them again more slowly. He was in a dark cell with a door of iron bars. His arms were chained to the wall above his head at his wrists and elbows. “Ah, you’re awake.” Stallion turned his head and saw that he was not alone in his cell. A wolf was also chained in the same manner as he on the other side of the room.

“Where are we?”

“Dunno. Somewhere on the black market.”

“What do you mean?”

“Welcome to slavery. Your ass now belongs to the market. If you’re bought, your owner can do anything they like with you. From dishwasher to stud, you’ll do whatever your Mistress commands.”

“Like hell! I can’t begin to count the number of laws this concept breaks. I’ll demand to see the king!”

The wolf snorted with amusement. “Gods you’re fresh. You’re not in the kingdom anymore. You’ve been harvested and sent across the border. Your only hope is to be bough by a kind mistress. If you please them enough you might be let go. Displease them and you’ll find yourself right back here on the market.”

“And if no one wants to buy me?”

“You’ll be sold to the arena, they’re always looking for fresh meat.”

Their conversation was interrupted by the sounds of a cell door creaking. The wolf whispered quickly to him, “if it’s a buyer do whatever it take to get picked. Trust me you don’t want to stay here.”

The entrance of the two females cut off any reply Stallion might have made. One was a skunk; she was curvy in all the right places. Stallion’s eyes were immediately drawn to her bodice where her breasts were pushed up so far that they almost escaped containment. She wore skin tight red leather pants that matched the bodice and red bracers on her wrists. A slightly smaller white squirrel accompanied her. She had blue eyes and wore a blue skirt and peasant blouse that matched the sapphire shade. The skunk was worldly. She carried herself with confidence and a bit of swagger. The squirrel seemed younger and perhaps a bit timid. Both were beautiful. Surely the squirrel would be the way to go but Stallion wasn’t even sure which one was buying.

“I don’t know, maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

“Don’t be a coward. It’s your birthday and I think you deserve a treat.” The skunk replied to the squirrel, all the while examining the two men in the room. When her eyes meet Stallion’s she gave a cruel smile. “Eyes down slave, you’re supposed to be humble.”

Stallion tensed, unused to such derogatory comments aimed at him. Remembering the words of the wolf he decided to play the skunk’s game. After all it wasn’t like he would be escaping any time soon if he remained in this cell. The skunk gave a derisive snort before turning her attention to the wolf. She moved to the wolf’s side and rubbed her hands across his chest. The wolf’s eyes remained on the floor but his ears flicked in agitation. She brought her palms together and trailed them down his stomach to the hem of his pants. Stallion could see that the wolf’s body was reacting and his own loins tightened as he imagined the skunk doing the same to him. He cast a glance at the squirrel and was surprised to find that her attention was on him. She watched him quietly, her gaze penetrating. A small smile curled at the corner of her mouth before she turned her attention back to the skunk that was speaking again.

“… good muscles and reflexes. I recommend this one Tessa.”

“No.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“No, I want the other one.”

The skunk snorted again, “He’s green, you’ll have to start his training from scratch. This one’s been broken in. I recommend you start with him.”

“No.”

Giving a reluctant sigh the skunk shakes her head. “I think your making a mistake but it’s your birthday. At least we’ll get a discount since he’s so fresh.”

The skunk left the cell, presumably to arrange the sale and Stallion found himself once again staring at the squirrel. Her blouse hung off her shoulders, only the generous curve of her breasts kept the material up and when she turned he saw that the left side of her skirt was slit up the side showing a great deal of her trim white leg.

“My name is…” He began.

She immediately stepped forward and placed her hand against his lips. He fingers were soft, the fur silky against his mouth. “Shhh… I don’t care.”

Her answer shocked him and he couldn’t do anything but look at her in surprise. The delicate scent of vanilla swirled in his nose before she took her hand away again. She stepped away again as the skunk entered the room.

“We’ll he’s all yours. Let’s finish our other shopping now. He’ll be delivered home later.”

The squirrel nodded and followed the skunk out, leaving Stallion and the wolf alone in the cell.

“Looks like you’ve lucked out. She’s a fine piece. A bit of advice, before you’re moved. Don’t try to run. It will only make things worse.”

“Whatever you say wolf.” Already thoughts of what he would do with the squirrel were flowing through his mind like water. He’d have a fun time with her first, see that tiny white pussy stretch over his cock like the finest satin sheath and then when she lay exhausted on her bed he’d be out the door and heading back… Well, away from here anyway.

Two panthers came into the cell. Both women dressed in guard uniforms. One pinched his nose until he opened his mouth to take a breath. Then she quickly shoved a bit in his mouth. It had a ball in the center that kept his tongue pressed against the bottom of his mouth. The metal bit pieces pulled the corners of his lips and attached to a leather halter that strapped around his face. As he was distracted by what was being done to his head, he noticed too late that his arms had been released from the wall. He had been turned, his elbows bent, and his forearms belted to each other behind his back before the thought to try to protest had even completely formed. These panthers knew their business.

A lead was attached to his halter just under his chin and he was led out of the cell. They made their way out of the holding area and he got his first glimpse of the kingdom he had been brought to. Everywhere he looked he saw women directing men. Some swept doorsteps while their mistresses brandished paddles, urging them to work faster. Some worked in orchards, picking fruit and putting it in baskets while the women overseeing them chattered happily on their blankets in the shade. As he turned his head to get a better look at his surroundings the panther leading him jerked on the leather lead. “Eyes forward!” She snapped. With his hands tied behind him his balance was off and he stumbled forward slightly. She sneered at him and he was grateful that his coloring hid his blush.

Finally she stopped in front of a two-story home. After knocking on the door a she-wolf answered. Looking at him she sighed, “Leria’s bought another one. I’ll take him to her room.”

“Actually this one is Lady Tessa’s. She’s given this note with instructions.”

The wolf arched her eyebrows in surprise. “We’ll I’ll be.” She took the note and Stallion’s lead and the panther bid her good day.

Once inside Stallion was lead quickly through the home and up the stairs to one of the master bedrooms. He could tell immediately that this was the squirrel’s room. The coloring had been done in blues and grays and the materials used in the decorations were soft and flowing. There was a large four poster bed that took up the main area of the room. A clawed tub stood on the other side and in-between the windows that faced the street were a series of metal rings mounted into the wall and ceiling area.

The wolf maneuvered him until he stood with his back to the wall and he heard the sound of a metal clip as his arms were connected to the wall. She then unhooked the lead and left the room. The was a small ledge that ran along the middle of the wall, bisecting the upper and lower halves, it was just high enough that he could partially sit on it and take some of the weight off of his hooves. With nothing to do but listen to the sounds of the carts on the street outside and nothing to look at but the giant bed it did not take his mind long to again wander into thoughts of the coming evening.

Tessa would come in the room and unhook him. He’d start by running his fingers along her neck and down her shoulders, pushing the blouse she wore down her arms until the material fell away from her breasts. He’d lift her up so that he could follow the path of the fabric with his mouth. When he reached her nipples he would lick them gently before taking the tiny pebbles in his mouth and nibbling on them with his teeth. Her head would fall back and she would moan in pleasure, at the same time her hands would move up to tangle her fingers in his hair and hold his head to her breast.

His own body reacted to his imaginings and his cod was hard pressed to contain him. His cock pushing against its leather lacing. Next he would turn her around and brush her blouse and skirt to the floor, revealing her white flanks and thighs. Nestled in between them would be her cunt, already dripping with desire and ready for him to push inside. But he wouldn’t yet. He’d walk around her, examining her naked form from every angle. Her bushy tail would wrap around her in embarrassment, offering tantalizing peaks of her curves between the fur tips. Then, with her eyes wide and staring, he would untie the laces of his cod and pants; letting them fall away and allowing his cock to extend to its full length.

She would certainty gasp in surprise. Few races were ever as well endowed as his people. She might get frightened and turn away at that point. He would quickly catch her about the waist and lift her before she could run. He’d then stride to the bed and place her down on all fours, never letting go of her waist. Climbing on the bed behind her he would slide his hand down her stomach until he found her clit, full and bursting over his finger. He’d then slid his finger inside her and use his palm to rub her clit in circles as his finger stretched her. She’d moan in pleasure then and arch her back, the cleft of her bottom rubbing along his cock, teasing them both into a panting frenzy. Then he would remove his hand and she would cry out in dismay until he guided his cock to her entrance. Then with a flex of his legs he would slide…

The door opened, interrupting his fantasy. His body ached with need as the blood in his cock pulsed against his now tight clothes. He could only groan behind the bit as Tessa finally walked in the room. She seemed to glide to the middle of the room, her movement soft and flowing. The light coming in the windows was dimmed, indicating the hour of dusk. When she reached the middle she stopped and just stared at him, her eyes examining ever inch of him. He stretched under her gaze wanting to draw attention to his muscular chest and powerful thighs. He tossed his head, irritated by the bridal and bit that were still in place. His words still muffled; he nevertheless tried to speak.

Tessa frowned and walked quickly to him. Putting her fingers on his lips she chastised him gently. “No talking. You may moan and sigh, but you will not be allowed speech until I am certain your words will be pleasing to me.”

Confused, Stallion settled under her touch, resigning himself to the bit. At lest until she untied him. Then he’d teach her what it was like to be restrained. Tessa stroked her hands along his cheeks and down his neck, the caress sent shivers through him. She moved away and his eyes followed her across the room. She bent down and retrieved something from a chest at the foot of the bed giving him a tantalizing view of the curve of her bottom. Turning back she showed him what was in her hands. It was a pair of shears. Stallion froze, every muscle tense as the memory of his nightmare again washed over him. As she walked back to his side he tossed his head, unable to keep the moan of fear contained in his throat.

She knelt down, her head at his waist and he felt the edge of the blades against his skin. She cut his pants and cod away, leaving him naked against the wall. His balls hung free between his legs and his cock seemed to swell in response to the relief from the pressure in his clothes. Once she was finished she again stood, taking away the tattered remains of his pants and the shears. Once her back was turned he sagged in relief for a moment, thankful that the shears had not been used on him again.

She put them away and took something else out of the chest. Once she got close again he could see that she held a brush in her hands. It had no handle; a strap looped across the back allowed it to be held in the palm of her hand. She ran the brush down his neck and across the breadth of his shoulders. The bristles were stiff, their ends scratching and tickling his skin at the same time. She then proceeded to stroke the brush across his chest and abdomen, sensitizing every nerve on his skin. Her strokes were slow and thorough as she brushed his sides and down the outside of his hips. His cock pulsed and throbbed in the empty air, desperate for her touch and attention. Spreading his legs apart, he thrust his hips forward; an unspoken plea for her touch to move to the area he wanted it most. She knelt down again and ran the brush along the inside of his legs and calves, Teasing but never touching the part of him that stood out like a flagpole between his legs.

When she finished his skin felt flushed and warm. The slightest touch would surly cause him to come. The orgasm trapped inside was so close to erupting he feared spilling himself all over her. Looking up from between his legs he saw her lick her lips as she stared at his fully extended cock. If only she would just lean forward and take him in her mouth. She would only have to run her hands along his length once and he was certain he would come on the spot. He leaned forward, groaning with the tension in his body. If he had been able to speak the only words he could have uttered would have been ‘please, oh god, please.’ At the sound of his groan her attention moved to his face. He could see a smile tilting the corners of her mouth. That had to be a good sign.

She stood up again and moved away. Standing in the middle of the room she put her hands on the material of her shirt at her waist. With a slow, teasing movement she raised the hem of her blouse, revealing the white fur of her stomach and the round perky globes of her breasts. Her nipples were a pale pink color that tipped the white fur of her breasts. She turned so the he could see the line of her back and her waist as she unhooked the clasp of her skirt and slid the waistband down her legs to the floor. Her tail twitched at him. Its fluff hiding none of her flesh from his view. His mouth was dry as he watched her turn again and walk to the bed. She crawled onto the coverlet, her backside offering him a momentary peek at the pink folds between her legs.

Once on the bed she rolled onto her back and stared at him, still smiling her secret smile. He watched her hands trace the trim lines of her waist before raising up to cup her full breasts. His eyes glued to her every movement he watched with growing frustration as her fingertips skimmed across her nipples, causing them to tighten into tiny buds. He wanted to be the one touching her fur and spreading her legs apart to make a place for himself between her thighs. He closed his eyes to block the sight of her from his mind, trying vainly to bring his unruly body back under control. When he opened his eyes again he found himself starring directly into her eyes. She smiled happily at him before rolling over, wrapping her tail around her torso and snuggling into the pillows. He stared in shock as the sound of soft snores began to come from the bed. She slept peacefully while his body burned with frustration and unquenched desire. It was the first of many long nights ahead.

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Stallion awoke the next morning as the sounds of the traffic on the street below began to pick up with the day’s activities. He awoke before Tessa and spent the morning watching her sleep. Once she awoke she immediately turned to look at him. His erection had waned but her attention caused it to again awaken. She rang a bell and a servant shortly arrived. He filled the tub with warm water and brought from an adjoining room soap and a towel. She stepped into the tub but remained standing while she washed herself. Stallion’s eyes were glued to her movements as she rubbed her hands all over her body, lathering her fur with bubbles. She undid the braid her hair had been contained in and its white silky locks fell to her hips. The servant moved unobtrusively about the room, putting away her clothing and making the bed. When she called him he left his chores and brought a fresh bucket to her and raised it over her, gently pouring its contents over her head to rinse off the suds that clung to her skin. She stretched under the flow of water and his gaze again fastened on her pale pink nipples, her arched back seeming to thrust them at him as they puckered under his gaze, begging for his touch.

She stepped from the tub and the servant wrapped a large towel around her. As she dried her self she stretched and bent so that he could get a good view of all her assets. His cock was hard and throbbing with the left over need from last night still fresh in his mind. Then she walked to her wardrobe and took out a white satin stola, draped it over her shoulders and belted it with a red beaded sash. Then she slipped on some sandals that laced up her legs. She stood and faced him.

" Its a lovely day out, I was thinking of taking you for a walk later in the day. First though you need to be taken, bathed and given your daily work out."

She walked up to Stallion with brush was in her hand again. She began to stroke his neck again in slow methodical strokes. Shivers ran down his body with every pass she stopped at his waist and looked at the thirty-inch, throbbing member. Moving her free hand near it she slowly trailed her fingers up its shaft. His head flung back and his breathing increased as the light touch set his nerves on fire. As she got close to the root she wrapped her hand around the base as much as she could and squeezed. His back arched and he moaned, his balls ached in need of release.

"Now I want you to promise me that you are going to be good for the trainers. I have given them strict instructions to bath you and give you a light work out." She slowly slid her had up his shaft about half way. "They are not supposed to do anything to hurt you, Unless you give them reason to." She moved her hand back down his shaft. " If I get a good report, you could receive a treat tonight, BUT!” She released his throbbing member. “If you are bad then things could be a lot less pleasant."

Stallion was moaning in to his gag and his head thrashed from side to side in protest to her letting go. She grabbed his bridal using it to control his head so that she stared in to his eyes "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" she said. He stared at her pale blue eyes for a few seconds then nodded his head. She smiled and moved to the door. Glancing back at him and his manhood standing at ridged attention, she giggled brightly and left the room.

Stallion’s mind was swirling with lust, rage and frustration. He made a vow that he would try and play along till he was alone with her. Maybe if he played the good slave she would let her guard down. Then he would repay her for all the frustration she had dealt him before making his escape from this place. How sweet it would be to tie her to that bed and invade all her private places that she keeps taunting him with. And how lovely it would feel to have her tight little ass stretched over his hard cock as a final punishment for his torment. His planning was cut short as two large female tigers entered the room.

Dressed in leather tunics and heavy boots the two moved into the room towards him. Both stopped and leered at his proud rigid member that was standing at attention. With a gleam in their eyes they moved to the wall where he was hooked. One attached a lead to the halter on his face. The other took a large pair of cuffs from her belt, kicking his legs apart the cuffs were strapped around his thighs and a bar was attached to keep his legs separated. A smaller cuff was then placed around his large swollen balls and tied to the bar, pulling them away from his body in an uncomfortable manner. Stallion let out a moan of protest just to see a wickedly hooked blade appear before his eyes.

"You have two choices PONY. They can be strapped to the bar.” moving the blade to his sack, she continued in a purr, “or hanging off my belt." Stallion closed his eyes and lowered his head in defeat. "That’s better. Now, just be a good boy and I promise I won’t take that scary thing out again" With that she reached behind him and unhooked his arms from the wall.

Taking hold of the lead they started to move towards the door. Stallion took two steps and his legs threatened to buckle under him. He let out a moan of protest and one of the tigers caught him before he fell. After giving him a moment to let him steady himself, they headed out of the room. He found the bar made walking a chore he had to make sure not to spread his legs to far or he would pull at his balls and he could not bring them together as the bar kept them spread. His erection was starting to droop as his mind was focused on trying to keep a steady pace with the tigers. Their first stop was the kitchen. He was ushered in and sat at a table, A clip was placed on his arms and another was hooked to the cuff around his balls.

“Now stay there while I get your breakfast and maybe I’ll add some honey to it. If you don’t give us any trouble.” With that one of the guards left and the other started to remove his bridal.

"Now when I take this off you are still not permitted to speak unless ask a direct question. Do you understand?" Stallion nodded.

She proceeded to remove the bridal and the ball gag from his mouth. His tongue was thick, drying out his mouth and his jaw ached. He spent a few moments working the stiffness out of his jaw. As a bowl of hot oats was placed in front of him a generous portion of honey was drizzled over the top and a bowl of milk was placed in the reach of his head. He quickly lowered his head and took a gulp of milk to wet his dry mouth and then started to devour the oats. They were hot on his snout but he ignored the discomfort and cleaned the bowl. He then finished the milk and raised his head. One of the guards wiped his face off and started to place a new bridal on him. This one did not have a mouth bit and left him able to use his mouth. After it was on she asked, "When are you allowed to speak?" He hesitated, then answered, "When ask a direct question." She grabbed his face and looked in to his eyes. "With guards that way of answering is fine; BUT if a MISTRESS addresses you, make sure you acknowledge her as such." She then released his face and started to unhook him from the bench. The lead was reattached to the halter and he was being moved down the hall again.

By now his erection had retreated fully and he had gotten a rhythm down for the walking so he could study his surroundings. This part of the house seemed to be for servants as there were no windows and the only other people they passed were other males carrying loads and walking with their eyes down cast. They rounded a corner and entered a large bat house. Several males and females were in the various pools. Some seemed to be in the middle of various sexual poses, moans of ecstasy wafted through the air as well as the smell of female sex. The lust that had been building in him since last night surged up again and he started to spill from his sheath and was soon standing proud. He noticed that his member was drawing attention from some of the lone females in the room. One rather portly sow walked up to the trio and addressed the guards.

"Oh my! What an impressive new addition to our house. Ladies you can just leave him with me I’ll be sure to BREAK him in well." Stallion's heart nearly stopped in fear as he saw the lust in her eyes as she leered at his cock.

"Sorry Mistress, He is already owned and his mistress has already given his orders for the day." one of the guards stated. "You will just have to make use of one of the public slaves," she said with a grin.

"Oh Posh! All the good ones are taken and the ones that are left are all worn out. Just let me have him for an hour. I’m sure he has enough stamina to be ready for his mistress later,” said the sow moving in and reaching for Stallion’s member. He tried to avoid her hand but his legs were not really able to move to the side. In a flash one of the guards had intercepted her hand and was wrenching it behind her back.

"YOU WILL KEEP YOU HANDS OFF ROYAL PROPERTY! Or that hand can be removed " said the guard, shoving the sow so she tumbled in to one of the pools. With that the procession was moved farther down the path to a lone pool that had a cross set in front of it. Stallion noticed all the eyes that had been on him earlier were now nowhere to be seen.

Stopping in front of the cross, the guards took his shoulders and moved him up to it with his back pressing against the wood. His bridal was removed and set on a table off to the side. One of the guards looked at him and spoke "Ok, we are going to remove both your arm and leg bindings. We would like to have our nice day continue being nice. Are you going to give us any trouble?" Stallion shook his head and stood very still. The guards then removed the wraps from his arms and the cuffs from his legs. He slowly stretched out his arms and winced at the pain as his cramped muscles unfolded. The guards took his arms and secured them to the cross’s arms. They placed a belt around his waist and pushed a small plank of wood in to a slot that gave him a place to seat him self. Then both of them unhooked their belts and set them on the table and started to remove their tunics and boots. Soon both of them were standing naked in front of him.

Both were well proportioned and had very muscular strong builds. Their breasts stood firm and full on their chests. There stomachs where tight and muscular with light white hair and rounded down to some well-formed hips. He could tell they were slightly excited by the musky smell of their sex and moisture between their legs. They both stared as his cock started to twitch and pulse with his heartbeat and breathing. They both gave a bit of a wicked grin and grabbed his arms and started to move the cross backwards on a track in to the pool.

Ice cold water started to rise up Stallion’s body, stealing his breath and making him cry out. As the water engulfed his waist he nearly passed out. In a few moments his member had retreated in its sheath. The tigers seemed to be getting a kick out of his reaction to the water. And took their time moving him out to the middle of the pool. After they got him there they moved off to the sides of the pool and came back with brushes and a perfumed bottle of oil. They started by pouring some of the oil over his shoulders and arms and started to scrub him down with the brushes. They took their time and were quite gentle. Stallion was surprised they did not attempt to tease him or get him aroused during the bath.

When they finished they moved the cross out of the water and started to towel him off. They put their tunics on and brought over a box that was by the pool. They pulled out two silver cuffs and placed them on his wrists. There were rings on the cuffs that would allow them to be hooked together or to other things. Long pins were slid in to a groove on the cuff that locked them on to his wrists. Next were two more cuffs that were placed on his ankles. A silver collar was placed around his neck. A leather harness was strapped across his chest that hooked to a ring in the middle of his chest. Then a belt was placed around his waist it had a ring that circled the base of his tale and a set of clips in the front. Then a silver cylinder was removed from the chest. Quickly it was slid over his sheath and a tight strap was placed around his balls. The clips on the belt were attached to the cylinder and a strap from the back of the belt was attached to the strap around his balls. He felt him self start to get hard and then cried out as the tender flesh of his cock met the spiky nubs in the cylinder.

"You will want to try to keep that thing under control while the chastity belt is in place. The nubs are not as sharp as they feel but it will get really uncomfortable," said one of the guards.

They finished getting dressed and then attached chains from his collar to his arms as they freed them. They also connected the chains from his ankles to his chastity belt; then a leather lead was hooked to the ring on his chest. The guards then started to lead him out of the bathhouse and out to a large courtyard that had various objects spaced out with a large oval encircling the yard. Moving to the center of the field the guards addressed him.

"Ok you are supposed to have a light workout before we take you back to Lady Tessa's room, we will start with some light weight lifting and then move on to some running "

They moved to a frame standing in front of some shaped stones. the frame had rings spaced up and down its length with a few chains hanging off it. His hands where freed and the chains where attached to some clips on his collar and Chest halter. Moving in front of him the guards instructed him to pick up the stones. He momentarily thought about trying to get free but decided against it. He wanted to get his revenge on the Tessa and had to play along to get the chance. He leaned forward and located handles carved in to the stone. Hefting the solid weights the guards instructed him in a simple pattern of curls and lifts to give him a through upper body work out. After a few minutes they had him drop the weights. They then hooked a lead to each wrist and unhooked him from the frame. Then they moved him to the oval around the yard and removed the chains on his legs.

"Ok here we are going to go for a jog. We are going to keep pace with you. We are going to run for about 10 laps then we are going to take you back."

They started to move around the track, the tigers kept a steady pace with him. He noticed their muscular frames and remembered the sight of them naked and started to let his mind wander. But the fantasy was cut short as his cock started to extend only to be jabbed again by the spiky nubs in his chastity belt. After a few laps he felt fatigue starting to set in to his legs but he resolved himself to finishing the run no matter what. His breathing intensified and he started to feel a bit lightheaded. As they passed the line for the ninth time he swooned and took a few shaky steps and passed out on the track.

*****

Stallion awoke to someone holding a cup of water to his mouth. He parted his lips and let the cool liquid trickle down his tongue and sooth his parched throat. He was being propped up by his shoulders and he was sitting on a low bench. Suddenly the cup was removed and he heard one of the tigers snort. “Next time, Pony, tell us and we will stop. Now we have to wash you again.” The one behind him moved and he lost his back support but he was now able to hold himself in a siting position. They gave him just a few more minutes before each one grabbed an arm and together lifted him to his feet. Then it was back to the bathhouse.

There were less people this time and thankfully no one stopped them. He was marched to the cross and as they untied his straps he remember the cold water and thought about balking. The more forceful of the two caught the look in his eyes and shifted her hand to her belt. Remembering the claw she had placed there, Stallion bowed his head and again allowed himself to be tied to the cross. The cold water was no less shocking the second time but the tiger’s again moved quickly through the process. Once more clean and toweled dry much of the equipage was placed back on him. The bridal was quickly put in place but the gag was again left off. The leather belt was again put around his waist and his arms were folded behind his back. He felt straps going into place that secured his arms to the bridal and belt making them one piece. The ring again went around his tail and this time only a tight strap wound around his balls and cock pushing them forward but the metal cylinder was blessedly omitted.

He was lead back though the house and taken to a new room. Tessa was here sitting at a desk with a quill in her hands and parchment in front of her. He drank in the sight of her, his erection once again returned as he remembered the teasing bath that morning and the brushing of the night before. With the constant up and down of his hormones Stallion was beginning to wonder if that may have been the cause for his earlier collapse. She looked up as the tigers brought him in and smiled to see him. “Well how was he?”

“Surprisingly well behaved My Lady. Perhaps there is something to your technique.”

“Only time will tell. Come here my pony.” She indicated her side and for the first time stallion notice a flat cushion had been place on the floor at her left side. The tiger removed the lead from his bridal and he left her side to cross the room to Tessa. She leaned back in her chair and watched him as he crossed the room. Once he reached her side she indicated that he should kneel on the cushion. He dropped to one knee and then the other, trying to be as graceful as possible considering that the way his arms were tied played havoc with his balance. One of the tigers crossed to Tessa’s side and whispered something in her ear. She looked interested for a moment before turning her amused gaze to Stallion. “Salima, you and your sister please wait outside. Do not interrupt us unless you hear my cry or sounds of a struggle.” The tiger bowed to Tessa and left the room.

Tessa returned to her writing, Stallion had nothing to do but kneel there and listen to the sound of the quill scratching on paper and watch Tessa in her work. As she wrote she occasionally reached out to touch him much as an owner would caress a pet. Her fingers gently sifted through his hair at the nape of his neck and for a while that was all that she did. Soon her fingers left his hair and trailed along his shoulders and arms, occasionally drifting over to gently rub his back. Stallion would stiffened at first, as each caress stoked the fires of his passion more but as she continued the repetitive petting the lust would recede back to a manageable level and he would relax. Once she felt him relax she would move again to a new spot. One handed, almost absently while she worked, she stroked his sides and then waist. Moving below that she curved her hand around and let it rest on the curve of his butt. His muscles jumped and flexed under her hand, Stallion was hard pressed not to cry out and beg her to move her hand to the front where his cock strained and pulled in the air begging for attention of its own accord.

Stallion was just beginning to relax and accept her hand where it was when the door opened. An irritated expression crossed Tessa’s face before she saw who it was. The Skunk from the previous day strode confidently into the room. She was also dressed in a stola but hers was wine red, a bright contrast to her black and white coloring. “Leria, what a surprise, I wasn’t expecting you today.”

“Well darling I wanted to see how you were doing with your present.” Leria stroked over to Satllion and gave him an appraising look. Tessa removed her hand from his flank and he was surprised to realize he felt bereft of the contact. Tessa scooted her char away giving Leria room to circle Stallion. Running her hands along his chest she stopped when she reached his nipples and gave them a sharp tweak. Stallion’s breath hissed out between his teeth but he managed to keep from shouting his anger. She ran her hands over his sides and waist occasionally scratching him with her claws but never hard enough to draw blood. He tensed when her hands curved around the front of his body, heading for his still erect member. Tossing his head he looked for Tessa hoping she would stop the skunk before she got to her destination. He met Tessa’s eyes. She looked resigned but then her eyes met his and he saw a look of surprise in them. Pursing her lips she gave a tiny shake of her head and Stallion was reminded that he was supposed to bow his head. He did so and closed his eyes just as Leria wrapped her hands around his cock. He moaned in protest but steeled himself and managed to not jerk away from the rough caresses.

He had been certain that his lust was so acute that the slightest touch would cause him to burst. Leria’s hands running up and down his length did feel good but the occasional rake of her claws on his sensitive skin dulled the pleasure enough that his orgasm remained contained. Finally she nodded in approval and turned back to Tess. “Very impressive. Not bad for just a day’s worth of work. Even week-old slaves have still been known to voice verbal protests.”

Stallions skin burned with humiliation. Gritting his teeth he reminded himself that this obedience was all part of his plan to lull them into a sense of complacency around him. Then he would take his revenge and perhaps not only against Tessa!

“Yes well I’m trying a new method, I’m done here for now though. Would you like to take a walk?”

Leria nodded her assent and the two linked arms and left the room. Stallion’s jaw dropped in shock and his body continued to burn with his unquenched lust. How dare she leave him like this! He hadn’t been put to work; so for god’s sake, how long before she used him for what he had obviously been purchased for! A few moments after they left the guards re-entered the room. They helped him to his feet and replaced his leads. Then they started to move him out of the room and down the hall. After a few turns they arrived back at Tessa's room and he could see that a bed was laid out where he had been standing before.

"Miss Tessa wishes that you rest and conserve your energy for tonight. One of us will bring your dinner and wake you at the appropriate time." Stallion was laid down on the bedding and his arms were stretched above his head and hooked to a ring in the floor. His ankle cuffs where also hooked to a ring in the floor. A light sheet was draped over his body and the tigers left the room. Alone in the room he groaned in frustration, his body was so tense he felt like a drawn bowstring and he was sure he would snap if he didn’t get some release soon. Gradually his body relaxed and he managed to fall asleep for a short time.

A few hours later he awoke to the sound of the door opening. One of the tiger guards had returned. She unlocked his chains and he momentarily considered bolting for the door. He should be able to take her alone. He once again decided against it. If he took off now he’d never get his revenge and god forbid he was caught, it would take forever to earn their trust again. Once he got to his feet he folded his arms behind him before being asked. The Tiger turned her head in surprise. She gave him a cheerful smile before walking behind him and securing his arms once again with the leather straps. “You learn quickly pony. I’m actually impressed.”

She walked around to his front again and withdrew another leather strap. This one she wrapped around his balls and the bas of his cock. It pushed them together tightly and kept the blood from receding back into his body. His cock swelled and jerked in her hands but she did not linger over it. A smaller leather strap was wrapped around the tip of his cock, just under the bulge of his head. It pinched a little bit but was not painful. Attached to this was a small bell that made noise with every movement. He gritted his teeth in irritation at the sound. She didn’t attach the lead this time but merely slid her hand around the band of his halter and led him away by that.

Outside the room what the other tiger guard. He now knew that this had been a test and they had been prepared for him to attempt to bolt. He was relieved that he had passed the test. Hopefully soon he would be unbound from his shackles and allowed to move more freely. The two guards escorted him back to the kitchens where they gave him some dense bread that had been lightly sprinkled with oil and herbs. Following were more oats but not a large amount. When he was done eating he felt his stomach satisfied but not completely full. They again wiped his mouth and led him to a new room. Inside sat Tessa and Leria at a long mahogany table. They were chatting quietly when he entered but both turned and looked at him when he entered. He saw that Tessa was sitting on a high-backed chair but Leria was sitting on some kind of a stool. When he looked more closely he saw that she was actually sitting on the back of a male raccoon that was on his hands and knees underneath her.

Next to Tessa he saw the same flat cushion that had been in the other room. Without prompting he left the guards and went to her side where he sank onto the cushion on his knees. She gave him an approving smile and went back to cutting the food on her plate. They continued to eat and drink and except for her occasional light touches and caresses, ignored him completely. Stallion saw Leria take note of her behavior with him and roll her eyes, but she said nothing about it. Their plates were cleared away and new ones brought out. He was surprised to see both a bowl of sherbet and a small plate of bite sized apple pieces placed in front of her. Once she finished her own dessert she held one of the apple slices out to his lips. He opened his mouth and took the fruit, doing his best to suck on her fingers as he did so. She allowed the caress and reached for another piece.

Leria couldn’t refrain any longer. “You’re going to spoil him. He’s a slave, not a pet. They have to be taught their place. Made to learn what’s expected of them.”

Tessa replied softly. “He is here to please me and if I wish to treat him like a pet and get enjoyment from him in that manner; than a pet is what he shall be. However I shall consider your words.” Turning to him he arched an eyebrow at him. “Am I spoiling you, Pony?”

Caught off guard by the sudden question and the eyes starring at him, he was at a loss for words. Trying to recover quickly he stuttered out an answer" N-nno I do not feel spoiled Mistress." He was glad he remembered to add the mistress part. He averted his eyes and hoped the attention on him would subside.

"How many times have I given you attention since you have arrived here?" she asked.

He took a moment to think and then answered. "Um four times I believe my mistress. If you are talking about sessions and not individual touches, my Mistress."

"And out of all of those session how many times have you had an orgasm OR been allowed to touch my body." she ask

He was getting a bit irritated as the questions brought forth memories of his torment the last few days. " NONE my MISTRESS" he said with more contempt then he meant to. He quickly tired to hide the anger but the skunk was already on her feet.

In one fluid motion a whip flowed from her hand and a sharp pain met with his back. A second strike arrived before he could react to the first but his mind was falling back in to the fighter in him. He rolled under the third lash and rose to his feet starring at his opponent. Before he could think about attack though the whip deftly wrapped around the three-foot pole raging in front of him and a sharp tug from the skunk had him tumbling forward. A quick kick to his knee made him buckle and another pull on the whip made him land on his back. As his cock was being strangled and wrenched by the leather he saw a foot heading for his balls. “HALT!!!” came a cry in the room. All movement stopped and the foot never contacted his tightly bound orbs.

"Let Him up" demanded Tessa. Leria shot a dark glance at her.

"He was showing contempt and malice towards you he needs to be punished"

"Maybe he did, or maybe he was just letting the lust I have been building in him for two days out in his words. No matter what the reason he is my slave to punish or praise as I see fit"

"He stood against a female in an aggressive manner. For that he should be gelded,"

"He is a second day slave who came from a fighter past. He has honed instincts that will kick in. These are some of the reasons I choose him. I felt he may serve well as a bodyguard in the future and I wish that some of his instincts don’t dull. I saw him take no action against you other then trying to avoid your blows and even the best slaves will do that early in their training. I’m sure my guards will agree with me on that account."

While the two of them argued his fate Stallion noticed the raccoon that Leria had been siting on had stood up and backed away from the fight. Strangely something appeared wrong about the standing figure and horror shocked his brain when he realized what was wrong, where normally most of the males he had seen were wearing loincloths or chastity devices this one was completely nude. He could clearly see that the raccoon had a harsh puckered scar where his cock should have been. He looked into the raccoon’s eyes and saw terror. The raccoon quickly bowed his head and broke the eye contact. Stallion’s attention was drawn back to the argument.

“He’ll rile the other slaves and cause nothing but trouble. Why won’t you understand I only want what’s best for you!”

“He will never raise a hand to me I guarantee it.”

“How can you be sure?”

Tessa looked at him and gave a sharp laugh. “Because if he ever does I will give him to you.”

Stallion’s mouth dropped open and a cold shiver ran through his body. He wouldn’t last under Leria. It would be his nightmare all over again. His previously rampant organ shrank back into its sheath. Leria noted his reaction and began to laugh. “You know. You might be right.”

Both women resumed their seats. Tessa looked at him and said in a sharp tone. “Aren’t you going to show your gratitude for my protection of you.”

Stallion shivered at the tone and hurried back to his spot at her side. “Mistress... you”

Her tone came out even sharper as she interrupted him. “I said show your appreciation, not talk.”

Stallion’s mouth snapped shut again. His mind raced as he tried to think how he could please her, desperate to prevent her from giving him to Leria. He saw where her stola was split on the side, revealing her legs and crossed knees. Sinking to his knees on the cushion at her side he placed a grateful kiss on her thigh, just above her knee. Then he leaned back to look at her face, trying to determine if his action had pleased her. He breathed a sigh of relief to see her smile at him again.

Leria sighed from her side of the table, “I’m sorry Tessa. I guess I’m jealous. I had forgotten about pony endowments and I had kind of hoped I could talk you out of him. Just promise you will share him once you have him trained.” She smiled pleasantly at Tessa.

Tessa responded with a snort of dismissal. “We shall see. However since you have pretty much ruined my training for the day I shall retire now. Good evening Leria.”

Tessa stood as Leria raised her glass in acknowledgement of her departure. Stallion also rose to his feet and followed quickly after her. The guards followed behind them as they made their way to her room. After she opened the door she spoke to them. “You are to stand guard out here and listen for me to call you if I have any trouble. Your replacements later should do the same.” They both saluted her and snapped to attention outside her door.

Once inside her room she began pacing the floor. Occasionally she would let her gaze fall on stallion, but for the most part she stared at the floor in front of her as she walked. Her expression was one of concentration but she remained silent, giving stallion no clue as to her thoughts. Stallion stood in the middle of the room, doing his best to keep his gaze on the floor and on her delicious curves. Finally she seemed to reach a decision. She walked until she stood directly in front of him. Reaching up she slid her had along his cheek until it rested between his skin and one of the halter's straps. Looking up at him she spoke in a firm tone. “Kneel down.”

He sank immediately to his knees, which allowed her to again look down on him. She brought from behind her back the chastity device again. With quick sure motions she wrapped the ring around his balls and slid his cock into the cylinder sheath. She secured them together with a tiny metal lock. “I don’t have the key for that, it is still in the possession of the guards so there is no use in begging me to release you.” She pulled him forward until he had to tun his head sideways and rest his cheek against her breasts. She messed with the buckles on the halter for a moment and he felt the straps loosen and drop away. “I intend for you to be my personal servant. Your duties will include caring for me and my belongings in all ways. Tonight we are going to do a test run and see how you will do at your duties. If you do well, we will see about providing that treat that I mentioned earlier.”

Stallion started to reply but changed his mind at the last moment. Instead he gave a nod of acceptance. She walked around him. Trailing her fingers along his chest and shoulders as she moved leaving tendrils of fire behind as the skin awakened under her touch. His cock swelled in its bindings, filling the sheath to capacity. He noticed that while it was still restrictive, the nubs that had so tortured him earlier were missing. She worked with the buckles that held his arms together and they too fell away. Giving a stretch he rotated his shoulders to work the kinks out of his stiff arms. She left his side and moved to the other side of the room. Sitting down in her chair in front of her vanity she took a hairbrush off of the table and held it out to him. “You can start by brushing my hair.”

Stallion stood and walked to where she was sitting. He took the hairbrush from her and deftly began running it though her white locks. A whiff of vanilla tickled his nose and he fought back a groan as his cock pulsed in its bindings. He noticed that Tessa had closed her eyes and he took the opportunity to study her features. Her chest rose and fell in a steady even pace with her breathing. There was an enticing curve to her breasts that peaked above the top fold of her stola. Stallion’s blood heated as he studied the soft white orbs. Once he was finished brushing her hair she had him complete other tasks around the room. The last of which was helping her out of her stola and into a night robe. As he pushed the fabric down her body he made certain to caress her skin with as much deliberation as possible. Perhaps if he could get her aroused enough she would stop with the teasing and allow him to take her. She smiled at the caresses but made no extra movements, her breath only coming slightly faster. She also did not tell him to stop, which he took as encouragement.

After he finished putting the stola away he turned to find that she had stretched out on the bed on her stomach. Looking over her shoulder at him she gave a secretive smile. “I enjoy a massage in the evening. I want you to start with my back and work you way down to my feet.” She then closed her eyes and lay her head on her arms. Stallion climbed onto the bed next to her. He had not noticed that earlier how large the bed was. He moved closer until he was kneeling beside her. He ran his large hands along her shoulders and down her back. She gave a contented sigh, the soft noise firing his blood along with the feel of her soft fur under his hands. He moved back up to her shoulders and started to gently work the muscles and joints of her back. Trailing his fingers higher he caressed her slender neck and ran his fingers through her hair. He then moved down, using a spiral pattern to work her back from the center to the sides. A few times she would giggle and twitch as he hit a sensitive nerve. Eventually she let out small moans and sighs that signaled that she was starting to get aroused. As he encroached on her plump round rear his nose was filled with the scent of her sex. She was wet and wanting. His cock started to strain in the metal sheath and the leather band started to pull his balls forward. He placed his hands on her rear and started to knead each cheek. Slowly let his hands move down her slender thighs. She raised up on her elbows a bit and let out a small squeal as his hands moved down her thigh. His hands moved a small amount around her legs and started to move in towards the wet warmth that was hiding at the apex of her thighs. As he neared it though, she abruptly moved, sliding forward on the bed until she had rolled over onto her back and was smiling up at him.

"Now this side needs attention." She whispered, slowly running her hand down her chest towards her pert breasts. His eyes followed that hand and without thinking he moved towards her. His mouth found her neck and started to cares it with his lips. Carefully he moved his tongue down, slowly engulfing most of her breast in his mouth giving it a small nibble. She writhed under him and he swirled his tongue around her hard nipple, making her shudder. His hand was caressing her other breast and one of her legs had slid in between his legs, she used the position to slide the soft fur of her thighs against his balls. He shuddered under the touch and felt the leather strap pull harder on his balls. He soon released her breast and slid his mouth down her stomach. Moving his body he arranged himself so that he was kneeling between her arched legs. She looked down at him with hungry eyes and curved her back, bringing her sex closer to his face. He placed his hands on her hips and engulfed her sex in his mouth. His tongue started to lap at her in long strokes that made her gasp for breath. He then focused on getting the tip of his tongue to circle her clit and make small light passed over it. She reached up and grabbed at his face and pulled herself up so that she was sitting in his hands. She started to caress his neck just as he slid his tongue in to her warm snatch. Her reaction was both of surprise and of pleasure. She simultaneously cried out and dug her nails in to his shoulders. A moment later he felt her body spasm and felt her cunt clamp down on his tongue. And at this moment two things happened.

The first being that after a strain that he was sure was going to tear his balls off, the leather strap that was holding the sheath over his cock broke and his full 30 inch erection sprang to life and stood erect and full in just moments. The second thing that happened is that the guards open the door to investigate the yell they had heard. They saw Stallion, erect and unbound, kneeling on the bed and holding Tessa, who was screaming and clawing at his shoulders as the broken chastity belt rolled towards the door.

The next few moments were a bit of a blur. Stallion felt the sudden pressure on his cock release and felt himself standing proud and hard just as Tessa started to scream out her orgasm and claw at his shoulders. During the split second he decided to lower her to the bed for a BIG surprise he was grabbed around the throat. Tessa was pulled from his hands and he was hauled to the floor. He landed on his stomach with a heavy thud as a body landed in the middle of his back. His cock was pushed down between his legs and was in quite a bit of pain, being as hard as it was. He felt a knee in his back and a cold object placed against his cock.

"My lady are you ok? I’m sorry we were so late" said the female on Stallion’s back. "We will take him to the dungeon immediately. Again, I’m sorry we did not enter sooner. I hope he did not hurt you." His mind started to race at the though of a dungeon and the threat that Tessa had made earlier and his blood ran cold.

"STOP.... Let him up! He was not hurting me." cried Tessa. "There was no need for you to enter." she said with a stern look at the guards. The guards exchanged glances then one held up the broken chastity device.

"We though he had broken free and was ravaging you M'lady. We did not expect you to break his bonds when you gave us the keys,” they said, bowing their heads slightly. The guard on his back stood and reached down to help him stand. Tessa stopped her with a hand on her shoulder and moved in front of Stallion.

"Now answer me truthfully or I will let them take you to the dungeon still. Did you break this on purpose?" she said holding up the broken device.

Stallion looked at it for a moment and then spoke. "No I did not, my Mistress! My hands were holding you up in the air, the device broke on its own," he said lowering his eyes and placing his hand behind his back in the strapping position. She glanced at his waning erection and at the device.

"I’m not sure ‘On its OWN’ is the right term to use. I think you had some part in its breaking but I do not feel it was meant to happen." handing the device back to the guards. "I would like that taken to the shop and repaired. Tell Eliza to be creative and find a way to make it stronger. But before you go I would like some help securing him to my bed. I want him spread out on his back." The guards grabbed his hands and led him to the bed, he climbed onto it and they stretched him out over the surface. His arms were secured to rings placed in the headboard and he legs were extended out and secured to fittings he could not see. After he was secure the guards left the room and Tessa walked over and extinguished some of the candles that illuminated the room. She then crawled up on to the bed, slowly with a mischievous grin on her face.

" You seem to have had a very hard day to day. But I have to say I’m impressed with how well you have been taking to your new life. My guards have said nothing but good things about your behavior with them. And you have been most responsive to my commands. I will ignore the outburst earlier that caused the row with Leira. As I still believe she overreacted. But I would not act out around her again. She is not a forgiving mistress like I am." She had moved up to snuggle in beside him on the bed and was slowly running a hand up and down his chest. "Now I believe you deserve a treat for your earlier performance and I was going to allow you to handle your self before bed. But with the previous incident and the fact that I can’t let you free right now means I have to be a bit more HANDS on. So I’m going to give you a small challenge." She slowly slides her hand down his stomach and starts to move it down his thigh. "I’m going to start touching you. I’m going to keep it up till my arms get tired. Your challenge is to keep from cuming. If you can withstand tonight then tomorrow and every night hereafter, I’ll add a new bonus. For example, tomorrow night I’ll use my hands and my mouth. The next night ill add in more. If you can go long enough I may even let you free to take me without restraint like a man one night. BUT if you cum then we wait till next week to start again." she rolled away from him and leaned over the edge of the bed. When she came back up she had a bottle of oil in her hand. She scooted over to him, straddled his leg and took his rigid pole in her hands.

As her hands closed around his pole he felt his body shudder. Then a wave of warmth pored over him and he feared he had already lost it. Looking at his cock he saw the oil being pored on the tip then left to run down its length. She stopped the bottle and placed one hand near the base while the other one hovered above the tip. She looked deep in to his eyes and slowly started to move the hand towards the tip of his cock. As she neared, it felt like static was jumping from her hand to his cock. The anticipation of her touch made him strain to lift his member to her hand but his restraints and her other hand kept him in place. Then her hand touched him and began to roll the head in her palm. He cried out from the sudden intense pleasure. It felt like lightning had struck his cock. She stopped the roll and gave him a few good strokes until he was able to breathe again. She started to slowly move her hands up and down his length in opposite directions. When her upper hand came to its head she would give him a few rolls then move back down. His cock was on fire it seemed as the pleasure rolled up and down its length. He tried to control his breathing and not make to much sound but she was able to coax out a moan or make him cry out in pleasure at her whim. When he thought he was getting close and feared he would cum; she would change her motion in some way that would almost start a new pleasure building but keeping him at the edge of release. He started to think she could keep him in this state all night when suddenly she released him.

Rising up she straddled him, pinning his erection between his abdomen and her hot cleft. He moaned at the sensation. A tiny bead of moisture dripped from the tip of his cock, a forerunner of the orgasm that remained barely contained inside him. She lay down on top of um and stretched until her head was next to is ear. “Very good. I will let you relax now my pony.” His muscles jumped and twitched under her, in complete contrast to her talk of relaxing. She giggled in his ear for a moment before sliding to the side. She fell asleep there, with her head on his shoulder, her arm draped over his stomach and her thigh bent so that her knee rested on his cock, gently rubbing against him while she slept. His cock jumped and pulsed against her leg as his mind remained tortured at the feel of her naked body pressed up against his and her hot wet snatch so close and yet unreachable. He finally fell asleep, his only though was whether he could survive another day of such unending lust.

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Stallion awoke the next morning to the sensation of the hard bristled bush being swept along his chest. Tessa leaned over him, her attention focused on running the brush over every inch of exposed skin. Aroused he felt a sudden pressure on his cock looking down he found the cause. A downward curved metal tube was arched over his balls. His cock was fed through it and was pressed hard against the end of the tube. A metal ring was looped under his balls and was attached to the tube with three pins and a lock. She noticed him looking at the new device and started to smile.

"Do you like it? It’s a brand new design just for you. The smith believes the curve will help keep you from getting fully hard and the all metal build will keep you from breaking it again." she swung her leg over to straddle him and scooted back, pressing her ass to the tube. "Now I’ll be able to tease you and let you free without worry about you getting any BIG ideas." She waggled her hips a bit and stroked his chest with her hands Stallion let out a deep moan and felt his cock strain against the metal. "The smith is making me some that will have different features so I’ll be able to use some new techniques. But that’s for a later time now how about some breakfast?" she rolled off of him and sauntered over to her wardrobe.

She pulled out one of the skimpiest outfits he has seen her wear yet. It was a small ornate gold brassiere that barley covered her breasts and the lavish scrollwork let a lot of flesh peek out. Her skirt, if it could be called that, was two gold half moons mounted to chains that barley hung on her hips. Two long dark blue velvet drapes fell in the front and back from the moons. The effect was that you got a great view of her thighs all the way up and an urge to try and catch a peek of more as she turned and the drapes billowed around her. She made a few more turns in the mirror before turning back to the bed. "I’m so looking forward to showing you off today. You have been so well behaved, more than a few of the girls are going to be jealous. And maybe if the mood is right I’ll let them all see your outstanding features. I know a lot of them will be interested and curious.”

She leaned over him then and released the arm restraints just as the door opened and the two tigers from the previous day again entered. He noticed the grins on their faces and resigned himself to another session with them. Tessa again addressed them. “Feed him an exercise him. Then I want him brought to the music room. I will be entertaining there today. The tigers nodded and lead him away.

The previous morning repeated itself except this time the exercise came first and the bath second. The metal sheath was left on him as they bathed and oiled him. The lack of sensation to that part of him became equally as arousing as being touched. Each brush of hands against him made is cock push against the metal which contained him so perfectly. By the time he was lead back to the main hall his body had been aroused to a fevered pitch and then brought back down to a simmer. They stopped him in front of a door he had not been inside yet. Before Salima opened it she leaned up against him and purred in his ear, lightly stroking his chest with her claws. “Have fun today pony. I’m starting to enjoy our mornings together and would hate to have anything change about that luscious body of yours.” With that worrisome parting shot she opened the door and ushered him inside.

Inside the room were multiple backless sofas. Six women occupied the room including Tessa and Leria. Leria was lounging across one of the sofas she had on a short skirt and from what he could see nothing on her top. The raccoon from the previous night perched above her, massaging her back with great care. She opened one eye to take note of him but merely ignored him after that. Tessa lounged across another sofa playing a game with a cream colored bunny who sat on the floor next to her. Also in the room were two foxes and a lemur.

The bunny noted him as he entered. “Oh Tessa, is that him?” She inquired eagerly.

Tessa looked up and smiled. “Indeed it is, that is my pony.”

The bunny stood up and approached him. Running her hands gently over his chest and shoulders as she examined him.

“Why don’t you bring him into the middle of the room. I’m sure the others want to look him over as well.” There were nods and murmurs of assent. The bunny took him by the muzzle and led him into the center of the couches. The other women all stood and surrounded him. Touching and stroking every section of exposed flesh. Stallion actually found himself grateful for the metal sheath. It meant that at least that small portion of him was safe from their stroking hands. He was certain he would embarrass himself completely if he were to be touched there. “”Tessa,” the bunny whined. “He’s well built but we really can’t examine him correctly.

Tessa smiled indulgently. “Of course, you’re right. I’ll take care of that.” She withdrew a tiny key from the golden chain around her neck. This she took and inserted in to the small lock of the ring surrounding his balls. The lock opened with a quiet click and she drew the metal sheath away like a magician unveiling a prize. Stallion stifled a small moan as his cock, freed from its fetters, swelled to its full length. The women giggled and exclaimed excitedly over him. Tessa moved to his back and undid the leather straps binding his arms. Once they were unbound she spoke softly. “Place your hands on the back of your neck.” He did so and the voluntary movement left him feeling further exposed and vulnerable.

Tessa moved away again and the other women circled him like wolves surrounding a fresh kill. The bunny reached for him first and her hands wrapped around the base of his cock then pulled upwards in a firm smooth stoke. Stallion shuddered, every muscle tensing against the pleasurable sensation. Tessa didn’t need to tell him that to cum here would displease her. She repeated the gesture and Stallion closed his eyes trying to block out the sight if not the sensation of the women examining him and the bunny enjoying her teasing touches. It was while his eyes were closed that he felt her mouth wrap around the head of his cock. She sucked gently, her teeth lightly raking across his skin. Someone else rubbed their hands along his back and other hands squeezed the tightly clenched muscle of his buttocks. The bunny’s hands continued their slow stokes up and down his rigid cock and someone else reached below and began to squeeze and play with his balls.

Stallion forgot to breathe, forgot everything other than the orgasm so close to spilling out of him. He moaned in distress, not certain if he wanted them to stop or to just finish it. He tensed, every muscle in his body straining obey her command to endure. Attempting to throw his whirling mind in to focus he pulled out the only memory that might help him withstand this onslaught. He thought back to the searing pain and shock of the blades from the dream and of Leria's wicked and evil grin as she struck at him with her whip. After a few moments he found the stroking had ceased and the mouth had moved off of his shaft. As he came out of the daydream he heard the voices talking about him and chanced to open his eyes.

To Be continued.