It is a normal summer morning as Amber rolled over in her bed. The sun was creeping slowly into the tiny room. It was a small house, but the little family made it work. Somehow. There were always tensions. Amber would move out, but there is no alternative to her right now.
The teen cat rolled over again. There was some noise coming from the other room. The walls were paper thin, so she was used to sleeping through many loud occurrences. Were her parents arguing again?
Her yellow feline eyes blinked in the morning light. No, that sounds different. It sounds more like men talking loudly. Shouting. Amber rolled on her back, tail flicking. What was it this time?
Before she could get up, her bedroom door opened, the hinges almost busting. Two large men barged in and lost no time before grabbing her by the scruff of her neck. Amber tried to yell and scream, but her face was already pressed hard into the grubby carpet.
She squirmed and tossed as she felt a strong hand grab the hem of her panties, pulling them down in one motion. She gasped and growled as the other man held her arms up. The flimsy t-shirt she wore for the night was almost torn from her body.
Amber opened her mouth to scream for yelp, but the moment she did, her own panties were stuffed in. Duct tape was wrapped over her mouth. One man put his knee into her back. She has no change fighting back, her lithe, petite body merely a plaything in the strong men’s hands.
After her wrists were tied tightly behind her back and even her hands wrapped up to be useless, the teen cat was pulled up to her feet. The men sneered at her as she was squirming. One grabbed her arm and pulled her along, with the naked body on full display.
Her father and mother were standing in the living room. They did not seem in distress to her. Amber wanted to yell at her father, to ask what he had done this time, but her own panties muffled any sounds she could utter.
Amber blinked as she watched her own mother undress. Her more mature body was revealed, the wide hips and large bosom that Amber lacked. Without a word, the woman nodded to the men, kissed her husband on the cheek and smiled at her daughter. The two women were now naked as they were led outside into the morning air.
An unmarked van was waiting for them. Amber was tossed inside while her mother just stepped in. As she squirmed to get out, a black sack was pulled over her head, secured with yet more duct tape. The cloth reeked of sweat and fear.
Her ears swivelled as her father was told his gambling debts were now even. Amber’s heart sank as she retreated into a corner. The van started to move, her mother staying silent during the ride.
Amber could not tell how long the ride was. Her jaw started to hurt. There was nothing but blackness and the rumbling of the van. Roads went from smooth to rugged, she was tossed around a few times, once or twice even bumping into her mother.
The rage and anger that has built up in her initially subsided, replaced by fear, which grew into terror. Nobody with good intentions broke into a girl’s room, tied her up and put her into an unmarked van. But her mother had stripped voluntarily, right? Amber’s mother had been even smiling at her daughter. The woman had not been restrained, either. So it could be all right in the end?
Amber stirred in her emotions, not even able to ask. Her mother stayed silent. The van came to halt eventually, and she could hear the doors being opened. The men sneered at her as she was pulled to her feet. One of them cupped one of her breasts, remarked about the small size before slapping it hard.
She groaned into the gag. Amber’s steps were slow and careful, unable to see where she was going. She could hear a heavy door opening, then she was pulled onto a concrete floor.
As Amber was left in a room, she weighed her options. The heavy door was shut behind her, but the men stopped leading her along. She could not see, her hands were tied. Running would only accomplish a concussion from the next wall.
She could hear the muffled noise of people talking. Her mother said a few words, then she could hear her moan. Amber shifted from leg to leg, insecure and unsure, until the voices came for her.
Strong hands brushed over her body, over her short fur. They cupped her breasts and her ass, added a painful slap on one of her cheeks. She whimpered into the soaked panties.
Amber pressed her legs together as hard as she could, squeaking as the hand explored her most private space. This was followed by a loud yell and a hard slap against her still hooded face, to spread the legs. Hesitating, she eventually complies before she gets hit again.
The fingers brush over her labia and then the index slips inside, for just a moment. She moans, immediately ashamed of that. But the hand leaves her right away. Someone grabs her arm, pulls her away.
The halls are echo-y, the concrete floor cold and uninviting. Eventually, she comes to a stop. The duct tape is cut and pulled off, without regard for her fur. As the hood is pulled off, she blinks in the gloom.
At a glance, Amber could just see cages, stacked up against the wall. Some were occupied, but she could not make out more than that.
Finally the tape around her head was pulled off and the panties went out. She tries to adjust her jaw and looks up to her handler - a large horse, at least two heads taller than she is. Muscles bulged on the barely dressed man. He glares down at her.
Just the moment Amber tried to voice her concern, at the first word she uttered, another hard slap went across her face, making her yelp. A stern, low voice shouts at her, she is not allowed to speak. Talking is only permitted to people, not her.
As she, in confusion and out of reflex, tried to ask again, she was punished with a heavy punch in the stomach. Bending over, she coughed and sobbed. There were no more questions after this. Luckily breakfast had been skipped.
The big horse pulled out a metal ring from a storage box. More a collar: Made of wrought iron, slightly rusted with a hinge in the middle. It went around Amber’s neck, immediately feeling heavy. The collar was loose around her fur and skin, but the weight was compounded by a large padlock connecting the halves in front of her. It probably did not need to be as big as her fist, but it made a clear statement.
With tears in her eyes, the teen cat was pushed forwards and forced to bend again. She readily complied to prevent any more punches. She was pushed into a cage at the ground, with nothing but bare concrete on all sides and the metal behind her. The space was not high enough to even sit up, and not deep enough to stretch her petite body.
After the cage was locked, Amber curled up and sobbed silently, trying to be quiet enough to not provoke another punishment. She played a bit with the heavy padlock, then pulled her knees to her chin, trying to rest.

Amber stared at the floor. How long had she been in this cage, this tiny cell, seeing only a tiny bit of a gloomy, dark room. Rarely, from time to time, girls were being fetched or put back into their own cells. None of them talked. There was only muffled whimpering and sobbing. She never could see who they were, her view was limited to only the other wall.
Has it been days? A week? She had been fed. Sometimes, one of the men would put a cheap plastic bowl through the bars. The gruel inside was heavy, smelly and disgusting, barely better than chewing the bowl itself. But Amber had gulped it down, trying to keep her stomach from hurting so much - but it was never enough to even stop being hungry.
It became harder and harder to think. She couldn’t stretch and sometimes cramps would add to the hunger pains. The first few times she had been fed, she had tried to ask questions, but the very first word uttered was always rewarded with a punch or slap. So she stopped. Talking was not for her. She was not allowed.
Amber lay curled up in her cell as the door opened. A large hand grabbed her by the collar and pulled her out. She whimpered and slowly got up, joints clicked upon the first free movement in days.
Her large amber eyes met the horse again. He just glared down and held up a gag, a leather strap with a ball in the middle. On one side, the ball had a nubby little protrusion, fashioned to look like a penis, but not very big.
Without being told, Amber just opened her mouth wide. It was better than to risk being beaten again. The fake penis nestled in her mouth, under the tongue. It was a weird feeling, and the teen cat did not feel too inconvenienced by it. In fact, she thought, it felt a bit like it should be like this.
Her arms were yanked behind her back, and pulled together with tight cuffs. She would have complied with an order, but she was just somebody to pull and yank around. A chain leash was clipped into her padlock before she was led around.
The place seemed huge. Long hallways had doors to all sides. The floor was nothing but dirty concrete, with brick walls all around. Other men and females were led along, crossing her path. Her head turned as she was led past a girl on her knees, sucking a wolf’s cock with every sign of enjoyment. She tried to stop and watch, her heart giving a bit of a bump, but she was pulled along.
Eventually, Amber was ushered into yet another nondescript room. It was not as gloomy as the others, and it took her a moment to properly register what she saw, after the chain was tied to a post.
It was her mother, she was sure of it. The same grey and black striped fur pattern as her own, but she had never seen the woman like this. She was sitting on the floor, held upright by a steel fixture connecting to her collar. And she needed to be held like this. Amber’s eyes went wide as she realised her mother’s arms and legs were missing. Mere stumps were left, hardly longer than two inches, ending in steel disks with D-rings embedded in them.
The woman did not even notice her daughter. She was busy looking up admiringly at another large male, another wolf. His erect penis rubbed over the woman’s face, who put her tongue out to lick it eagerly. After a few moments she moved to kiss the member’s tip gently, took it between her lips and started to suckle.
The horse that had led Amber into the room walked over to join, losing his shorts quickly. Amber stared at the large, round testicles, and the flared tip emerging from its sheath as the man rubbed his crotch on her mother’s face. The woman stopped caressing the lupine dick and went over to kiss and lick the new arrival to the party.
Amber squirmed against her restraints. She could see her mother, reduced to just a body. It was hard to recognise her like this. Did her breasts grow even bigger? The hips seem wider.
The wolf took the initiative back and pulled on the woman’s feline ear to get her to turn her head. He put his cock between her lips and pushed inside. Slow at first, the woman doing her best to still caress and worship the member.
Amber’s own tongue and lips closed around the fake cock in her mouth. It did not go deeply into her short muzzle, so she could explore the stiff rubber. As she watched her mother taking more and more of the male’s meat in, Amber caught herself wishing the rubber would extend in the same way. She wanted to be at that party in front of her.
The teen squirmed more against the restraints as the wolf took her mother’s ears and pushed the pull length of that member. Amber could see her mother’s throat bulge. The horse cock rubbed against that face as the wolf started to pull out and thrust back on.
Amber suckled and licked the cock in her mouth while she watched her own mother being face fucked. The cock just went down that throat, her mother’s nose banging into the wolf’s pubes, holding the head and using the woman’s throat as nothing more than a flesh light.
After just a few minutes, the wolf pushed his full length into the feline muzzle and groaned, tail twitching lightly. Some white liquid overflows the woman’s mouth, and more drips to the floor as the male pulls out. He wipes his cock on her face, while the woman swallows and licks up whatever she can reach, looking up to the man with nothing but admiration in her eyes.
Without a word, the wolf picks up his pants and walks out of the room. Amber’s eyes follow him while she still suckles on that fake cock, wanting it to also reward her with the same white stuff that her mum lapped up so eagerly.
Now it was the horse’s turn to use the feline face. Amber could see the throat bulge even more, almost all the way down to the collar. The large, muscular man held nothing back, the full length pulled out and slammed back in on repeat. The woman kept her eyes up, fixated on the large, muscled body abusing her throat.
Semen splashed on the floor as it overflowed the mouth. Most of it was shot directly into the throat and stomach, but the feline tongue tried to get as much of it as she could reach.
Amber shuddered as she could get another look at her mother - fur now matted with the fresh semen of the men that used her throat as nothing more than a fleshlight.
As the horse pulled up his shorts, Amber’s eyes caught her mother’s. The woman smiled at her and nodded, almost encouragingly. Amber fought her restraints and wanted to shout, but the gag kept her words in. Her mother smiled again.
Before there was more to that encounter, her chain was picked up and Amber was pulled along. Out of the room. Another man walked in, and Amber craned her neck to see what would happen next. She knew what would happen next. And all she wanted was to continue watching.
But instead she was pulled back through the maze of corridors and hallways, back to the room of cages, and back into her own cage. Before closing the door, the horse undoes the cuffs around her wrists.
Trying to find a position on her back, Amber breathes heavily, staring at the ceiling. She tried to catch a clear thought of what she had seen, but it was like punching mist. She realised the gag was still in her mouth. Her hands were free and a quick check revealed she could take it off right away.
Amber continued staring. Her tongue kept playing with the tip of that fake cock. It was an object in her mouth, but not… uncomfortable. In fact, it was more comforting. But what she thought of was an actual cock. Like her mother had taken. They had been so rough and careless, but her mother had taken it, then kissed and licked. And kept her eyes adoringly on the men.
While her lips closed around the rubber, one of her hands moved between her legs. Her crotch was a damp, hot mess. Amber held her fingers up, dripping in her juices from just one touch. She moaned into the gag as the hand went back down.
Her eyes closed as her own index and ring finger parted the labia and slid inside herself, finding a slick, tight tunnel. Fingers pumping in and out of her, her body twitching. The other hand added some pressure onto her swollen clit, while her mouth desperately caressed the cock she wished was real.
Just a few moments later, her tail and body tensed. She moaned into the rubber as she curled up, juices squirting against her hand and onto the concrete wall. She slowly pulled out of herself, heavily breathing.
After a while, she stared at her hand, sticky and slimy with her juices. Amber shuddered. She undid the clasp of her gag, pulled it out and threw it between the bars into the room.
Once more the teen cat curled up, hating herself and hating her mother for making her touch herself.
Yet the image lingered, of that woman, amputated and helpless, reduced to nothing but a fleshlight, used by men who care not one bit about her, and enjoying every moment of it…

Had it been more days? Amber could not tell. The gag had been left on the floor. She wished she had not thrown it away. The desire had returned. The desire to pleasure something with her mouth, just to suckle it, even if it was fake.
Amber started to notice the smell of male pleasure lingering in the room. Especially when girls were returned to their cages, she could smell the fresh semen on them. They were allowed to pleasure the men. They were allowed to serve the tall, muscled bodies. Amber was hopeful. Perhaps they would let her be useful as well. Just to show them she can do it as well as her mother. And then they’d let her go.
She blinked where had that thought come from? Of course, they’d need to let her go eventually, right?
Before she could linger on that thought, the cage door opened. She was ordered to get out and stand to attention. Amber obeyed without hesitation. She stood up and looked at the wolf that had used her mother just a few days before.
The teen cat tried her best to stand upright. The big male walked around her. Fingers run over her fur and body. Amber tried to keep herself composed to not immediately start to moan on the first touch.
She sees him pull a restraint from the box. It’s a length of steel that can be hooked into her collar, with two rings for her wrists to keep them in a staggered manner, with her elbows bent to the side. Amber does not even wait for the command, just turns around and puts her arms in the position.
Secured, she gasps as she gets a hard swat on the bottom. Her eyes only glance briefly at the male’s bulge. She hasn’t said a word for days now, and there is no need. She was to receive orders, not talk.
The male pulled her hair hard to make her look up, into his eyes. He gives her a smirk and tells her to be ready for a gag. Amber opens her mouth obediently. He laughs and spits right into mouth, then slaps her across the face as she flinches and looks away.
He repeats the command in a stern voice. This time, Amber stays in position and keeps her mouth open. Her entire body trembles and shivers as she is called a good girl.
And there came another gag. It was different in many ways. This one was integrated into a larger, black hood. Unlike the one she had worn when she arrived, this one was made of rubber and cloth. Two large holes for the ears and one hole for the mouth.
After staring at it for a moment, Amber closed her eyes as it was pulled over her. The world went dark. The ears slipped through the holes. A stiff ring gag pushed into her mouth. The sensation was strange, it settled against her teeth and kept her jaws apart, but she could feel the air rushing in. Two smaller holes allowed her to breathe through the nose.
The black rubber blocked all light perfectly. No difference if her eyes were open or closed, she could not see anything. The thick hood nestled tightly against her head and fur. She whimpered into the ring. The base of the hood was attached to her heavy collar, pulling everything tight and secure.
Amber was left standing for a moment. Her tongue explored the ring, but could not reach outside it. The thought of being just tied up and entirely unable to see left her excited. She could not even move her head left or right for more than a bit, otherwise the tight rubber started to pull too hard on her fur.
Something was added, though. The ring was sealed with a rubber plug that was twisted in. Her tongue pressed against it, but she could not move it. Her head now perfectly sealed up. Only breathing through the nose and only her ears free to receive commands. It felt oddly… secure. Safe. No fear or concern grew in the teenage cat. The arms were also not tightly cuffed, but securely in place. Almost comfortable.
Once again, the leash was attached. Amber was pulled along. She tried to step carefully, and almost stumbled once or twice. Not seeing where she was going and not even able to balance properly made it difficult to keep up - the leading male was not concerned with her. If she slowed down, a hard yand on the leash reminded her she was to follow closely.
Eventually, Amber was led into a larger room. It sounded large. There was so much noise. Her ears swivelled this way and that. The echo made it hard to tell where it came from, but the general susurrus was just people talking, doors opening - and a mixture of female moaning and male groaning. Sweat and arousal filled her nostrils. She ached to see it, but she had to walk in perfect darkness.
Her new position is kneeling on some soft pads, with the steel in her back connected to another rod and her ankles confined in another set of metal restraints. Her body upright and held firmly in place, Amber pulled on the steel cuffs all over body.
The noises and the smell fill her head, the tied up teen unable to get a clear thought into her head. She could feel the dampness drip between her legs. She reminded herself that she was not only tied up, but apart from her head, all her body was exposed.
A realisation emphasised as she felt some hands on her tits, which were propped up by her position. She could feel the plug to her ring gag removed, dangling by a chain. All she could smell now was male musk.
The tip of the penis slowly poked into her mouth. Amber squirmed against the steel, unable to move an inch. She wanted to shoot her head forwards to meet the offered cock, to kiss it, to lick it, to show the man what good girl she was, how much she wanted to please. But like this, she was relegated to just experience the member stiffening, growing into her maw.
Her tongue licked on the underside of the member, the only bit of agency Amber had. The male moved his hips to run the growing cock over her lips and tongue. His musk and sweat filled Amber’s mind, making her knees weaker - luckily she was securely held in place.
The cock in her muzzle grew and eventually, throbbing and hot, started to move in deeper. And deeper. As the tip met the entrance of her throat, Amber pulled on her ties. She tried to move her head back, but was unable to. The cock invaded deeper and deeper down the throat, making her convulse and gag.
Amber struggled and squirmed, entirely in vain. Her nose met the guy’s pubic fur eventually, and he kept her in place, not moving. Panic spread as her throat spasmed around his member. She could hear him moan in pleasure while she tried to rattle the steel to show her discomfort.
The man did not care. Eventually, he pulled out, and slapped his wet member against her mask. Amber could not even shake her head before he went back in. Of course, Amber knew about deep throating and the gag reflex. She’s never had an actual cock in her mouth before - or even anywhere near her body - so she was not experienced with how it was supposed to feel.
But her mum had done it, easily. Enjoyed it, even. As the cock invaded her a second time, she just panicked again. But this was her place now. She was put into place, restrained and her mouth kept open. She would learn to deep-throat, one way or another.
The guy’s groyne met her nose on repeat, the cock deep down her convulsing throat. Amber closed her eyes behind the mask, just focused on breathing. This is what she had imagined. What she had wanted. What she had masturbated to, even before she had been added to the girl collection of the Facility.
Another hard thrust, going in deeply. She felt her throat fill with the hot, salty semen, shot right down into her. He twitched a few times, pumping more as he pulled out. Amber coughed hard as the cock left her.
The plug was put back in place immediately. There was no other option, she had to swallow all the cum the guy had left in her mouth. Panting through her nose. Amber tried to compose herself. She had done it. Her first blow job. And the guy had even cum into her mouth.
But her throat hurt so much. She could feel the male wipe his cock on her tits, and then just walk away. Not even a word of encouragement. He had just used her and walked away.
Reeling, her mind was nothing but soup. In it swam the pain in her throat and the feeling of almost asphyxiating. There was the pride of servicing a male, doing it so well he had cum into her mouth. There was her damp crotch, dripping, aching to be touched as well. There was the strange taste of semen she could not quite put. She just wanted to taste more of it.
Luckily, she did not even have to wait ten minutes. Someone pinched her hard nipples before the ring plug was removed. Another member, big and hot, entered and invaded her. Her muzzle and throat were penetrated with ease, her insides battered into submission. After another portion of semen, which she swallowed eagerly, the pain lingered. She had to power through it. Her mother had done it. She could do it too.
It must have been hours. She could not count the cocks she had serviced that day. From time to time, she was given some water, but otherwise she only had cock and cum in her mouth. So many of them…
The noise levels in the hall died down slowly. Amber only noticed as the steel in her back was unhooked and the rings around her ankles undone. Despite the soft pads, her knees hurt, and her thighs were cramping from holding the position all day. But she was not given much time to adjust to walking again as she was led back - presumably to her cage cell. Home.
They did not remove her restraints. She was ordered to kneel again, and she did without a moment of hesitation. Once more, the plug was taken off, and something else was twisted into the ridges of the ring. It was a bottle. Someone pulled her head back, and there was no choice but to gulp down the liquid gruel. At least it cooled her sore throat, but she was not let go until the very last drop was swallowed.
Amber lay on the concrete of her cage, tongue pushing against the plug of her ring gag. She felt the cum dry on her body, all the drops that missed her mouth and all the times cocks were wiped off on her tits and body. What did not dry was the dampness between her legs.
Tired and sore, her mind was thinking only of the men that had used her. Amber hoped they had enjoyed her. And that they’d come back for more. She can do better. She will be the best gagged mouth she’d ever had. But moreover she wanted to have a chance to show them what she could do with her tongue and mouth free.

The days went on. Every morning, Amber was ordered out of her cage, hosed down and led to the hall, where she was put into position. The hood and gag were never taken off. Her arms kept restrained. No break, only darkness.
The first few days, Amber had hoped to be freed. But it was not her place to even hope for that. She was to be put into her position and pleasure men with her mouth and throat. They came up and pushed their cocks into her muzzle.
The pain subsided and it became easier and easier to have their members penetrate deep inside. Amber was glad her body was ready to be used like it was meant to be.
The tight rubber hood became a second skin for her. They did not take it off for all the days she was a kneeling service girl. She was woken up, hosed down, put in position, sucked cock for hours, force fed the gruel, put into her cage. Exhaustion put her to sleep, until it was time to be pulled out again.
Except today. Amber woke up without the cage door being open. She squirmed and turned around. But nobody would come to pull her out. She stared into the familiar darkness of her hood and decided to wait. She would be put to work soon. There were so many cocks to suck. The men loved her. They would come to use her again. Soon.
Amber squirmed and pulled against the restraints behind her back. It’s been a while. Surely there was an open spot in the hall for her? Her stomach grumbled. By now she would have been rewarded with the cum of half a dozen guys.
Has she been forgotten? Had they gotten sick of her? She’d always done her best! Admittedly, it was not much more than kneeling and having their cocks shoved down her throat. But she’d tried her best… Amber sobbed quietly into her gag.
The door opened. She was grabbed by the ankle and pulled out, forced onto her feet. Swaying, Amber stood. Time to be hosed down at last! But instead, keys were pulled out. Her arms were released. It hurt to move them after all these days.
Amber blinked in the gloom as the hood was unfastened and pulled off, unceremoniously. For something that had been on her for the better part of two weeks, it looked disgusting from the outside, covered in dried semen.
Her head swivelled a bit as she moved her jaw. It was the horse male. He smirked at her. The teen tried to smile back, showing she was a good girl. Almost she wanted to ask if she had done good, but remembered her place just in time.
Before she could get used to too much freedom, he wrapped her wrists in thick leather straps, fastened them tightly and attached them together with a chain that was also run through the padlock. It kept her hands up and never lower than her chest.
Once again, she was pulled along. Amber had gotten used to that. The leash went on and she was moved to where they wanted her to be. She hoped she would be put back into the hall. Showing the men what she could do with her lips and tongue, and her hands free! They will praise her for being so good at pleasing them.
But she was led down a different path today. Her eyes had issues focusing, even in the low light of the Facility's hallways. But at the end, she was in yet another room, and left standing somewhere by the door. No restraints, just the leash dangling.
Amber gasped as she realised in the middle of the room, hanging by the steel caps on her limb stumps, her mother was set up, hanging belly down - which looked a bit rounder than last time Amber had seen her. The woman looked up at her daughter and smiled again. Amber wanted to step forward, but the door opened.
A large polar bear walked in. The man was entirely naked, and Amber’s eyes wandered down automatically. Very well hung. The male looked over to Amber, a quick glance, telling the teen she was not worth what was hanging between his legs. Instead, he walked up to Amber’s mother, who was at the right height to start kissing and licking the offered penis immediately.
The member grew quickly, Amber’s eyes fixated on the length. It was big. It had been big when he entered, but it turns out the bear was a shower and a grower. It was almost the size of her arm, and just the same girth.
The teen knew she would not be able to take it, but she wanted to. She wanted to kiss it just like her mother did, and show how well trained her throat now was. Show the bear she could take it all the way, or try her best. But she was frozen in place after the male gave her a single glare.
Instead, he pulled on the ropes to turn Amber’s mother around. Where a tail used to be, now just a tiny stub remained. No obstruction. Amber saw that her mother was just as wet as she was, as if switched on immediately just by the male entering the room.
The woman moaned loudly as the huge cock entered. It went in with one slick motion, Amber’s mother clearly well used and nicely slippery. The bear held the woman by the leg stumps as he moved her forth and back, back and forth. The feline swung on the ropes, moaning and groaning while the cock thrust into her.
Amber bit her lower lip. She could see how the cock bulged her mother. She could literally watch it move inside her. Watch how it went all the way up to the round belly. Watch her mother’s labia split to the limit. See the expression of pure pleasure on her mother’s face. Hear the moans of lust.
A few more thrusts and the polar bear pulled the woman in. He grunted as his cock twitched inside. The cum flowed out, dripping between the cunny lips. As he pulled out, the stuff just dripped off his length and on the floor.
Amber awoke from her trance as a command was barked at her. The man growled as he had to repeat himself. The teen dropped to her knees and started to lick the cum off the dusty floor as instructed, more of it dripping onto her head. She makes sure to get every last drop before getting to her knees.
She kisses and licks all over the bear’s enormous length, cleaning up every bit she can find, enjoying the taste and his manly musk. Another command was barked at her. Amber hesitates. A large hand slaps her across the face, twice. The order is repeated.
Amber moved her head to face her mother’s cunt, gaping and hot after use. The semen still dripping out, she moved forwards and started to lick. She closes her eyes and tries to focus on just the cum. She wanted the cum. She wanted to drink it all up. The bear had been very generous to her and her mother, and she should not waste it.
Her ears twitch as Amber hears her mother moan from her licks. She shudders, but does as commanded. Not a drop wasted. Her head is grabbed and her face rubbed into her own mother’s cunt, the juices spread all over the face.
Eventually the leash is yanked and she is pulled away. The polar bear laughs at her before her equine handler returns into the room. Are they just pulling her out to watch her mother getting used? As she was led out, Amber looked back at her mum, who was already using her mouth on the bear’s cock, getting him ready for another round.

After the encounter with the polar bear, Amber had been taken to get “fixed up”, as the men had called it. She had been put into a gynaecologist’s chair, her legs spread, touched and checked. They had not told her anything - it being a waste of time to explain anything to a female, she agreed - but she got that they put an identification chip into her shoulder.
It had hurt when they put her identification number with perma-dye into her skin and fur, on her left hip. It had been pure hell when they had filed down her feline teeth. Filed the canines and the sharp back teeth down to be flat. Barely usable to chew now, but much better for sucking cock. It was now only gruel and porridge for her.
And lastly, she had been given a ring piercing, right through the clit. Not the hood or the labia, right through the clit.
After it had stopped hurting and healed a little, they had pulled up a metal chastity belt over her crotch. It was connected and tightened using the piercing. All Amber understood was that it pulled the metal in tight, not even letting her tiny finger between it and the skin without hurting like hell. And if the heavy belt bounced too much, it hurt even more.
She could power through the pain. If they thought this was what she had to wear, then she would not question it. She had been trying to touch herself, it’s true. They were only helping her - a female should not touch herself. Her own pleasure was irrelevant.
However, Amber had been put to work. She would have gladly done any job pleasuring men, for hours and hours, any day and every day. But instead they had given her a different job. It was not her place to argue. She was given orders, and she would do what the men told her. Anything else seemed unthinkable to her.
So Amber took care of the breeding hall. Her locked chastity belt clanking in the large room as the padlocks swung on every step, she took care of the about two dozen breeding slaves in the room.
Her mother was one of them. All of them were larger and more mature than the teen feline, with nice hips and large tits. She realised instantly she would never be allowed to join them. Her petite frame was not what the men were looking for in a breeder.
They sat in two aisles, wall facing wall, held in place by the D-rings on the steel caps. Amber would walk up and down the hallway. With a bucket and a sponge, she’d clean them up, check their ring gags, and make sure the force feeding hose was working correctly.
From time to time, a man would come in with a wheeled carry and take one of the breeders off the wall, probably for use, or medical check ups. They’d always come back covered in cum, which Amber had to clean up. When she was sure nobody was looking, she’d lick it off the bodies.
She also had to put on the milking devices on the big, swollen tits. They were really nothing like her own. To get the flow gowing, she had to suckle a bit on each nipple before pulling the cup over. It felt humiliating to suckle and get some warm milk flowing - but not filling the milk quota would get her a hard punch in the belly. The teen cat could barely lift the full milk containers to the doors.
Amber was doing her job as well as she was able to. But she grew angry. Angry at every one of the women that was taken off the hooks to be covered in cum. To come back with their cunts and tail holes gaping. Jealous of her own mother for being fucked by a well hung polar bear.
They were receiving the honour of bearing their children, having their kits and cubs grow inside them, while Amber’s body was deemed too feeble for the task. She was ignored by the men.
Amber made sure to show them she was a good girl. Standing demurely aside when they came in, looking on the ground until they left. But she was just ignored. She was not good enough for them. Yet.
So Amber mopped the floor and sponged down the breeders, milked them and cleaned the racks. She replaces the feeding buckets and put the ring gags back in after use. It takes her all day. They had given her a new cage at the end of the breeding hall. A guard came and put her in, locked the door, just to unlock in the morning.
The lock was not necessary. The moment Amber was curled up, she would fall asleep from the sheer exhaustion. A deep, dreamless sleep, until in the morning she was woken up to start a new day. She was given a ratio of the same old gruel, way too good for the likes of her, but at least provided generously.
Their bellies grew and the milk flowed, there was nothing but cleaning and working. Her crotch was damp and her nipples grew hard whenever her mind wandered to what happened to the women when they were taken away. Once or twice, one was taken away, or a new one came in.
She just wanted to be one of them. Have the men put their babies inside her. Have their children for them. Be filled with their cocks. They should just try it. She can be just as good for breeding as her mother.
Amber blinked and noticed she was daydreaming. She gave a sigh and continued to mob the floor. It got sticky so fast wherever she walked.

Amber was pulled out of her cage. It was the old one again, her first cage. How many days had she been working obediently in the breeding hall? Many weeks at least. Months? She was not able to tell.
But they must have noticed! She had been ordered to train a new girl. For a few awkward days, she had been sharing her tiny cage in the hall with a vixen about her age. The guard had been watching them all day while she showed how to do the milking and how the women had to be sponged. All while not talking. Females should not speak. They were to be seen, used and put to work.
That vixen would of course not be as good as her. She’d been so good they would now surely give her the position she deserved: Horizontal, pleasing men.
After the night in the cage, she felt a bit aimless. It was the first night in months she had not fallen asleep from exhaustion, or woken up to go right back to work. It was almost like a little vacation. But it made her restless.
Eventually, Amber was pulled out and upright. The moment she saw a gag in the corner of her eyes, she opened her mouth wide. It was just a rubber ball, this time. Her now flat teeth rested on it. She held her arms behind her back to be cuffed.
Finally, with her almost giving a sigh of relief, the chastity belt was undone and pulled down. They immediately hosed her down after that, and she gladly turned into the ice cold water.
Her equine handler grinned at her widely. He put a towel over her and rubbed her down, head to toe. Something was different this time. She knew it when she was pulled into a different room and presented to a man with a clipboard.
Amber moaned under her breath, blushing as he moved his hand over her body, rubbed her cleaned fur and moved the fingers down between her legs. The teen immediately spread her legs for access. He pulled on her clit piercing, making her whimper.
One of his fingers parted her labia, moved up and down the slit and then slipped inside. Just for a brief moment. Amber moaned and closed her eyes, knees wobbly. The finger was pulled out, and Amber blushed deeply as she realised she had almost climaxed just from a guy putting a single finger in.
The clipboard was filled out. Amber stood, head red and hot, eyes down to the floor. They were talking about her. It had become difficult to understand what the men were saying. If it was not a direct command, it was not meant for her. Probably too complicated for a female.
Amber was once again pulled along. Through the hallways and past the doors. Eventually, she was led down some winding stairs. Noise was rising, there were many people out there, behind the next door.
She was put into a row of other females. Some her own age Amber had seen around. Others are a bit older. All of them were freshly cleaned, and had their wrists tied. Her gag was removed as she was put in line. The girls looked down at the floor, obedient and meek.
As it started, one by one, they were taken out the door. Amber craned her neck to see what was beyond. Just noise. So many people.
The light almost blinded her. She was made to walk down a wooden runway. Hundreds of eyes gazed over her naked body. She kept her eyes down to the ground while she could feel the arousal rise inside her. Her muzzle was gripped and her head twisted this way and that, as she was shown off. She had to show her filed down teeth and feline tongue.
The man holding her leash made her walk up and down, turn around. Someone was shouting. Numbers? Amber barely understood what was going on, but it mattered little to her. The men knew what she was for. She was just to obey and do as told.
There was a bang from a wooden hammer, and her leash was yanked as she was pulled off the stage. After a few moments, it became more clear to her: She had been sold.
Soon she would be handed off to her owner. Excitement rippled through her body. Of course, the purpose of any female, to be owned by a master. She could hardly wait.

It had been strange to see the Facility from the outside. A large, factory-like building. Even more strange to Amber had been when they had taken off the large, wrought iron collar and the padlock as big as her first. They had been so long around her neck that she felt they belonged there. Which of course, was the case. Her neck needed a collar around it.
Now it was adorned by a lighter, pink leather collar with some D-rings and a tag. It said “slut”. Amber could not think of a more succinct description. Amber could not think in longer words, too.
 She had been pulled into the unmarked van to be delivered. Her new owner and master was a wolf. Tall, strong, bulky and bulging. Handsome, in his way, easily over twice her age. Of course, he was her master. He owned her. Everything else was of no matter.
Amber was now kneeling in his bedroom. It was not only bigger than her old bedroom ever had been, but on its own larger than the house she had grown up in. This house was large, modern and clean. It was of course one of her duties to keep it that way.
With her gaze to the floor, she listened to the house rules that would apply to her. They made sense. She did not need telling. Of course she’d be always naked - why would a dumb thing like her need clothes? They were for actual people. Of course she’d never leave the house. And it was only natural she was to keep off the bed, couch and chairs. The bare floor was about good enough for her to sleep on.
Amber looked up to her new master, in admiration. He was a strong man and knew what was best for her. She was lucky to have been sold to him. She stood up immediately as she was told to.
His hand wrapped around her neck, squeezed her throat. Amber gasped as she felt the air restricted. Her hands remained behind her back. Her master started to lift her up. She was a slip of a girl, he was over a foot taller than her. With one arm he made their eyes level.
Amber tried not to squirm or struggle as she felt her feet leave the ground. She was held up and her owner stared into her face. He had such beautiful names for her. Bitch, slut, cum dump, fuck hole, cock sleeve… she would do them justice, if given the chance.
She could not keep in the yelp when she was dropped to the floor, but quickly composed herself back to the kneeling position, only coughing for a little bit. Her owner loosened his belt and dropped the trousers. Amber immediately moved forwards, to press her face into the half erect cock.
Kissing and licking, her hands caressing gently, she only glanced up briefly to show her admiration. Her owner has such a nice penis. It was growing in her hands, under her worshipping lips. She was so glad she would get to admire it every day.
As the member had grown to its full length, Amber took the tip into her mouth. Now she was grateful for her teeth being fixed and out of the way. She would suckle and lick and enjoy the throbbing length until her master pulled her off it.
The wolf threw her onto the bed, with her back on it. Before he had even finished the command, Amber had already spread her legs wide. Her crotch was damp and the swollen labia ready for her owner.
He put his hands on her chest and squeezed as his tip moved up and down the eager cunny lips. Amber bit her lower lip as the penis entered her. The first time she would be taken. Finally she would be properly used as a female.
Her owner’s hands once more wrapped around her neck as the cock dug into her tight tunnel. It hurt so good. So very good. Amber closed her eyes and let the sensation wash over her, the cock slamming into her body and the hand around her neck, making it so hard to breathe. All the pleasure washing over her. Thrust after thrust into her unused hole, deeper and deeper into her body.
She felt her body convulse and twitch. She could feel the hot, sticky cum fill her tunnel. Her master was so generous. Amber found herself moaning loudly as all her pent up feelings were finally released. She had an owner, and her owner would use her body as he pleased.
Amber was pulled off the bed and yelled at. It took her a moment to understand. A slap over her face. She had been climaxing without permission. Of course. On her first day, at her first time. She had disappointed her new owner right off the bat.
She put herself up to the kneeling position. As told, she arched her back a little and stuck her tits out. Her master took his belt and did not give a word of warning. The strike stung hard. The second hurt even more. No matter, she deserved every single one. Whimpering and clenching her fists, she endured her punishment. She will do better next time.
The semen slowly leaked from her cunt to the floor. She would lick it up later, without being told.

Amber lay on the floor in the living room, slightly curled up. It had been a few days, and she had been pleasing her owner and doing her chores. Right now, she lay on the hardwood floor while he was playing a video game on the telly, his feet propped up on her body. She was barely good enough to be a foot stool.
Her cunt once again leaked his semen. His master was so generous, giving her all she could lick up and drink down. Her body showed some scars from the afternoon session, some of them bleeding. It hurt so good.
As Amber lay there on the floor, it would have not been wrong to say she was content and happy. She felt - right. This was her purpose as a female and a slave. No thought crossed Amber’s mind as she lay on the floor with her owner’s feet resting on her. She just waited for the next command from her master, to obey.