DISCLAIMER:  This story is fictional and contains semi-noncensensual sex, bondage, and a handful of other less-extreme kinks (all appropriately tagged).  Sex in real life should be safe, sane, and consensual; this is purely a work of erotic fiction, and those uninterested or underage should proceed no further.
Laying there on the floor of her room, the spotted white lynx stared up, her pale amber eyes scanning the ceilingly idly as she lost herself in her thoughts.  Her pen rolled slowly out of her hand and across the floor. How silly she felt. What was the point in writing in this book? And if she thought it was so childish, then why was she doing it? The cat sat up and looked at the bound paper in front it her. Something in her wanted to rake her claws deep into the leather cover. The white pages would show her weaknesses at one point of another. Why keep it around? She raised a paw above the book, but moved no further. She couldn't do it? She could not shred this silly, childish sign of how pitiful she truly was? 

Okunote. It was because of him. This black bound book and the ebony leather collar around her neck were the only things she had from him left. Ripping the book would feel like ripping him. Killing him. Just as she slammed the book back to the floor, there was a knock at the front door. A slight hiss escaped from her lips.
She had no idea who was there, but only one person would be brave enough to visit her at htis time of day, the bubbly Husky that lived two doors down from her. "What do you want, Tasha? It's late and I have things to do, so make this quick." The cat hissed as she opened the door.
"Cella, I hope you know It's already morning." The female was giggling a bit as she spoke. "Anyways, I know you don't eat much lately, so I brought you some pasta for breakfast." She took the cat's paws and placed the container in them.
"Uhm... T-thanks." Being around Tasha was always trying for Cella--her natural instincts had become so violent, but Tasha was just too nurturing for her to be angry for long.
"What time is it, anyway?" Cella mumbled out from a mouthful of pasta.
"Almost noon... And don't talk with your mouth full!"
"Ah fuck, I'm late." She hurriedly devoured the rest of the pasta and left without another word.
"Psh... No manners." Tasha muttered as the door slammed before resigning herself to cleaning up Cella's mess.
As she walked down to the room, she noticed her favorite new guard right outside her room for the day.   His appearance hadn't really registered amidst the adrenaline high surrounding their first encounter—he appeared to be some kind of mix of fox and cat, judging by the bushy tail and the claws.  He was such a cutie-defying the stereotypes of his races by being very toned, though it seems that all the work-outs in the world still couldn't fight the slim body-type given to him by genetics.  Even through his timid personality, his pride in his body showed--his auburn fur brushed immaculately and his once-white tail tips and muzzlefur dyed black, adding further to his defiance of the usually-twinkish appearance of his two species. His personality, though, was much more standard--shy, friendly, and horny as all hell. So she sauntered up to him, enjoying the nervous anticipation that flashed across his features whenever she got near, and pressed her body to his, grinding against the rapidly hardening tent sprouting up in his pants. And just like before, she leaned up to him, standing on the tips of her toes so she could whisper into his ear.
"Aww, you remembered! I'm afraid I didn't catch your name, big boy..."
  "Uhh, it's Uphir, miss."
"Well we're going to have lots of fun today Uphir... I'll make these quick. Who knows, maybe I'll even let you come in and play with one of the femmes."
"Uh-no that's..."
"Oop, I'm sorry, I shouldn't make assumptions like that... Maybe you'd like to help me break one of the males? I think I've got a little tabby cat first this morning..." She enjoyed watching as his nervousness mounted while she barely gave him a break to stammer out an answer. And despite the ever-increasing string of denials he was stuttering out, the way he tensed his body and thrust his hips into her at the very suggestion was all the answer she needed.
"Well come on then! He's right in here!" She grabbed his hand and giggled as he blushed, pulling his ears back and looking down to the side in embarrassment. She just stood there, grinning coyly and gently tugging on his arm until he looked back up, the reality striking him.
"Wait, what-you're serious!?”
Rather than answer, she gripped his now-raging erection through his pants and tugged him into the room, locking the door behind him.
And as she had thought, her first slave of the day was already there. A tabby with a very slim, lithe body, tied spread-eagle, gagged, and blindfolded, as was her instructions for all of the slaves.  His squirmy had managed to slightly dislodge the blindfold—a slight annoyance that she would punish him for later.  He almost looked a couple years too young to be here, but as horrible as this business could be, they checked ages thoroughly. Whether to pay off a debt or pay for a crime, no one under 16 was sent into slavery. The aphrodisiac had taken its effect quickly, too-they always seemed to work best on felines. His erection bobbed gently above his belly as it twitched, and had the struggling and the distressed look on his features not betrayed him, it would be hard to distinguish him from a willing participant.
If he was still trying to seem uninterested before, Uphir dropped all pretense of it the moment he saw what was waiting for him. His eyes traced over every inch of the tabby, his mouth slightly agape, his cock pressed against the fabric of his pants as if threatening to rip right out if it wasn't released soon. Even in his shyness, he couldn't resist letting out a little moan as Cella led him over to the object of his lust.
"Just a couple adjustments here..." She unhooked his legs, all connected by padlocks to which she had the key, and flipped them over his head, taking advantage of the slave's feline flexibility and tying them instead to the post that held his wrists. The tabby began to shake with trepidation at being put in such a compromising position, his ass on display for the large and very horny fox that he had caught eying him before his blindfold was adjusted back into place by Cella. His face flushed hotly with shame, matched only by Uphir as his brain struggled to handle the visual assault. Having such a clear view of the tailhole that he wanted so badly to ravage was almost too much to take. Lucky, Cella made the choice for him, jarring him out of the trance by unzipping and removing his pants.
"Aww, come on, Uphey! You know you want him..." She pulled Uphir onto the bed, grabbing his ass and pushing him forward so his cock would grind against the tabby's ass. "Pleeeease? I wanna see the little kitty get fucked so bad," she begged, putting on the cutest face she could muster as his body began to hump the cat of it's own accord. She fetched a bottle of lube from the cabinet—a dry fuck wouldn't be fun for anybody, handing it to a very trembling Uphir.
"Come on... Don't be nervous. I'll tell you what..." she whispered as she repeated her trademark gesture of running her claw gently down his chest while she nuzzled his neck, purring. "I'll let you take this one however you want, it's all up to you... all you have to do is put on a good show for me... And maybe, just maybe, I'll let you fuck me there later too." And with that, she got up, sitting in a nearby chair.
That was all the teasing he could take. With nervousness, but determination, he poured the lube into his hand, gently gliding it up and down his shaft until it was slick and shiny. Then, he dipped a finger down to the tabby's tail, teasing it around the rim for just a moment before pushing it it slowly, but firmly, eliciting a muffled mewl from the gagged cat, who stiffened immediately as his ass was violated. The cat's hips gyrated while he struggled against his bonds, though his struggling served only to spear himself further onto the fox's finger as it twisted and thrust into his ass. A second digit soon joined the first, twisting and stretching the Cat's ass to prepare it for the pounding it was soon to get.
In the meantime, Cella had stripped herself of her uniform and was lazily rubbing her clit with one hand while tweaking her nipples with the other, thankful that Uphir was too focused on the slave to notice the blush that had spread across her features. She couldn't help it—this was fucking HOT! No hurry, though—she wanted to enjoy it, and was shameless in going about that, spreading her legs wide to give herself better access and she plunged her first finger in, letting out a barely-audible moan under her breath.
 Back on the bed, Uphir had finally had all he could take-feeling the cat clenching around his fingers was just too much. He lined his cock up to the cat's tailhole, enjoy his squirms and the muffled protests coming from around the gag, and applied steadily increasing pressure against the cat's ass until it finally yielded. He didn't stop, lifting up and using his body weight to steadily penetrate the cat until he finally felt his balls meet the tabby's fuzzy rear, signaling that he had finally speared the cat fully onto his length. He stopped to enjoy the tailhole spasming against him, the cat's struggling starting anew to escape the length that was stretching his ass open, filling him to the brim. The slave was almost thankful for the aphrodisiac—despite the terrifying situation, Uphir was actually a very gentle lover, and he feared that he might be aroused even without the chemicals assaulting his senses.
Uphir finally pulled back a couple inches slowly, before thrusting back in hard. His ears perked at the noise the cat made--with all of the feline's effort focused on struggling, he hadn't managed to hold back a moan as the throbbing length inside him slid against his prostate deliciously. Uphir slowly began to repeat the gesture, pulling out a little further each time until he had a nice rhythm going, pulling out gently before spearing his length back in to the hilt, earning muffled moans from the cat on each thrust. It wasn't long before Uphir was pulling out entirely, penetrating the clenching hole anew with every with what was obviously a more practiced skill than he was letting on.
The fox's unwilling partner had ceased struggling against his bonds, instead focused on trying to quell the desire flaring up in his body. He couldn't enjoy this-he just couldn't, he was being raped! It must just be the drugs! All the denial in the world, though, couldn't hide the steady stream of pre leaking from his erection, nor the involuntary moans escaping from his lips whenever the fox pounding managed to catch his prostate just right.
Cella, however, had no such problem, and had begun fucking herself in earnest as the steamy, erotic scene unfolded in front of her, having grabbed the sheath off of Uphir's dagger in lieu of an actual dildo to fuck herself with; her fingers were no longer able to satisfy her. Unbeknownst to them, she had already fucked herself to one powerful, clenching orgasm, and was well on her way to a second, her fluids running down the polished wood of the sheath while it plummeted in and out of her in time with Uphir's thrusts.
Uphir, despite his partners unwillingless, was determined to give him pleasure from the moment that first moan had escaped the cat's mouth. He made sure to angle his thrusts up to slam the cat's prostate with every thrust, working at a slow, steady pace he knew his endurance could keep up with. It would be wrong, however, to think for a moment he wasn't enjoying every second of it himself though—the tabby's ass clenching down tight on him with each thrust as if to milk out the cum his balls already yearned to deposit deep inside his partner. His fur shined with sweat, panting with exertion as he gave the twinkish cat underneath him everything he had.
And with every thrust, the cat's resistance slipped further and further away, his ears drawing back in shame as the pleasure built up inside him. His so-called 'rapist' was grinding into every sensitive spot, making his cock twitch with arousal on nearly every thrust. And all the resistance in the world couldn't stop the familiar tingling of arousal from building inside of him—one he had clumsily brought himself to many times that now threatened to be forced out of him without a single touch to his throbbing manhood. He had to resist--he couldn't cum from this, he couldn't... But it was all too much, and soon all the humilation in the world couldn't stop the pleasure from overtaking him. And finally, with a moan that echoed off the walls of the room, the tabby's cock began twitching in earnest and shooting rope after rope of cum straight onto his own chest.
The cat's tailhole clenching in orgasm, combined with the sight of his partner painting himself with his own load, was all Uphir could take as well, giving one last, powerful thrust, tying the cat and letting out a low moan as he spilled his own seed deep inside the cat's ass. It earned another gasp from the cat, the pleasure and pain of having his tailhole stretched further causing his cock to jump and jet out one last, long rope of seed to splatter against his chin. Cella's moans joined the symphony as well, the erotic sight triggering her own climax as she buried the sheath into her snatch as far as it would go.
The room was a filled with a trio of heavy breathing, all three struggling to catch their breath in the afterglow of powerful orgasms. Even the cat had ceased struggling, breathing heavily from around the gag as his shame soaked into his fur.
"Well, since you boys will be stuck like that for a while, I think I'll go take care of my next slave... Don't worry, I'll come back in an hour or so to finish breaking him. Until then, feel free to play with him however you like, Uphir..." Cella said, giggling, as she dressed herself, doing her best to hide how weak her several orgasms had made her legs as she walked to the door. Ignoring the usual stammering protests from Uphir, she walked to the door, being sure to take her time walking out and give everyone outside a nice, clear view of the fox, panting and tied to a cum-covered cat. Then, throwing one last wink to Uphir, she simply closed the door and went to her next room.