Chapter Seven

It had been a week since the Lady's departure, and the woodsmen were still not quite satisfied with the extent of the neko's punishment.

They'd waited for the lady to be well gone, before they'd exacted the first castigation, and the sting of it had lingered for days.

They spent their evenings teaching him the error of his desperate plea for succor, contending among themselves for new and inventive ways of torment. Sven, the inventor among them had carved a new method of punishment.

"Put it in," Sven said, presenting his toy to the neko, thick lips curved into one of his cruel smiles.

The neko stared in dismay at the huge wooden phallus on the floor between his knees. It was as long as his arm from wrist to elbow, but it was the width of it that was daunting. The carved phallus on the punishment seat was only marginally thicker than the bottom bulge of Sven's newest creation. The head of the thing was the size of a child's balled fist, and there were two increasingly larger bulges before the last one that was the size of a small melon and had leather straps attached to the flat bottom.

"Go on. Shove it up your ass, bitch," Karl sneered, sprawled in his chair by the fire, mug of newly brewed beer in his hand. Olaf and Stein pulled their own chairs up, circling the neko sprawled on the bearskin before the fire. Olaf cracked his knuckles, the anticipation of a discipline gleaming in his eyes.

"Here." Sven tossed the small jar of grease at the neko and he caught with shaking hands. "Slick your hole and get to it. Five seconds or I make you do it without the lube."

The neko shuddered, having thoroughly learned that these men boasted no threat that they would not carry out ten fold. He unstoppered the jar and dug out a glob of grease, reaching under his leg to smear it around his hole. He wiped the rest off his hand on the head of the phallus and tail thrashing anxiously, he bent forward over his knees, struggling to position the tip of the thing between the cleft of his ass. It was no easy task, as long as the phallus was, as unwilling as his body was to accept it. He had to brace the end of it with his feet while he spread his buttocks, grinding backwards while his fingers spread the mouth of his anus.

They leered down, wide, unshaven faces backlit by the fire, most of them with hands down the front of their trousers as he labored with Sven's toy. Sweat beaded his brow at the effort, at the pain of self-inflicted forced entry. He pushed back with a moan and the head of it slipped inside. He heard one of them sigh with satisfaction, but was not certain which one, so fractured was his own concentration. He shut his eyes, jaw clenched in tension, rocking back and forth in an attempt to force the second bulge into his body.

"Squat down on it," Karl suggested and the neko blinked up at the eldest brother with clattering teeth. No one, least of all him, disavowed a suggestion from Karl. He pushed himself up, got a foot under him, then another, squatting like a woman about to drop a cub. The end of the phallus pressed against the floor.

"Move that ass," Sven said.

"Grind it around like you're riding a big cock," Stein laughed.

The neko took a breath and shifted his hips, rotating his ass, pressing down upon the unforgiving wooden phallus. The second bulge slipped in and his asshole stretched wide to take the third, his weight and his motion driving him inexplicably down upon it. His decent slowed on the third, biggest one and he whimpered, fighting to keep up the rotation of his hips, fighting not to lean forward and cease the insertion. But they'd punish him if he did. They'd make him wish for the entirety of this wooden phallus by the time they'd finished and then shove it into him anyway, after all was said and done. He reached down and pulled his ass cheeks wide, and with a searing tear of stretched flesh the last of it sank inside him and he crouched, shivering with ass resting flat on the fur of the bearskin.

A boot between his shoulder blades shoved him forward, and he caught himself before his face hit the rug, and crouched there, ass in the air and shoulders and chest brushing the floor. Sven, he thought it was Sven, knelt behind him, drawing the leather straps between his legs and around his hips and securing them tightly, assuring the phallus would neither slip out on its own nor be pushed out by him. Sven slapped him once, hard on the ass before laughing and rising to go refill his mug.

"Over here, bitch," Karl said, rubbing the straining bulge in his pants. The neko pushed himself up, drawing a startled breath at the feel of the huge wooden thing in his guts as he moved. He crawled towards Karl, who spread his legs to give him room to kneel between them. With trembling fingers, the neko unfastened the belt that had marked his flesh more than once and unfastened the trousers, letting the heavy slab of Karl's erection free. He knew what Karl liked, and immediately took it between his lips, trying to relax his throat as he took the length of it down his throat. The bristly hair of Karl's crotch tickled his nose and the softer flesh of the big man's balls pressed into his chin. He shut his eyes and concentrated on breathing past the overlarge cock stretching his throat and stayed that way until Karl's big fingers slipped down to feel the bulge his cock made in the neko's throat. Karl patted his shoulder and that was signal to begin to move, and he did, head bobbing up and down the length of Karl's big cock, pressing his lips tight across his teeth to keep from scraping. He shut his eyes and concentrated on the motion, vaguely aware of Karl sipping beer from the mug while he worked, of the others talking and smoking while they waited their turns, of the chunk of wood inside his body, heavy and solid as it pressed against things in his gut, of the blood trickling down the back of his thigh from the stretched, torn mouth of his asshole.

Karl grabbed him by the ears and pulled him against his crotch as he was about to come, held him there while he shot load after load of come down the neko's throat. He held him until his cock had started to soften, then shoved him backwards and the neko fell, choking on a throat full of semen, desperately trying to swallow to clear his airway.

"Get your ass over here," Olaf ordered, and the neko crawled painfully to his knees and crept over to service the red haired woodsman. The phallus inside didn't hurt as much if he knelt on all fours, and the rug was not so harsh on his knees as the wooden floor. Olaf liked hands on with his oral sex, liked to have his balls fondled and sucked upon. It was more pleasant than having a twelve-inch cock shoved down his throat, and the neko often tried to draw out Olaf's pleasure, since inevitably Stein would want him next.

While he was suckling Olaf's balls, the door banged open with a gust of wintry wind and Bo stomped in with snow on his boots and jacket, and King on his heels.

"Getting pretty bad out there," Bo announced, moving about, shedding winter coat and gloves. "Might be snowed in for a few days."

"That's no goddamned good," Karl said. "Don't like to loose days worth of work when the demand down south is so strong." The other's concurred, irritated at the weather and Neko tried to hold back the nausea in his gut at the thought of them all penned up inside the cabin for days on end with nothing to do but entertain themselves with him.

He felt a cold wet nose against his ass as he was sucking on the head of Olaf's cock, and the warm slap of King's tongue as the dog lapped up the blood leaking from the mouth of his asshole. The wet nose and big tongue jostled his balls, then butted against the blunt end of the phallus stretching his asshole, curious no doubt as to the what it was doing there. The big dog settled down, as always overly interested in the neko's nether regions since the woodsmen had gone to lengths to train the animal that mounting him was not only acceptable but encouraged.

Olaf spurted in his mouth, then pulled back to spatter the last ropes of come upon his face. "Lick it off, kitty." Olaf leaned forward grinning, watching as the neko lifted a hand to wipe the globs of come off his face and lick the acrid substance from his fingers as he did.

"Do Bo next," Karl said. " Warm him up some after being in the snow."

Bo had settled in a chair next to Karl by the fire, a mug of beer in his hands, his nose still red from the cold. The neko carefully maneuvered around King, trying not to flinch as the dog growled at him in passing, and crawled towards Bo.

"Boots," Karl said. "Clean his boots first."

The neko looked down at the muddy, wet boots and shuddered a little, before crouching down and wiping his tongue across the top of one. Melting snow and grit filled his mouth. He swallowed it down, and kept licking, cleaning the wet leather of mud, even the grooved soles until they were mostly dry and clean and he felt sick from the accumulated sand and dirt that lay heavy in his stomach. He rose up at Bo's urging and began to suck on his cold cock until it was hot and pulsing in his mouth. Another mouthful of come settled atop the filth from Bo's boots. And he had Stein yet to go and no matter how thoroughly he licked the fat mans' cock clean it always seemed to be choked with acrid, sickening headcheese the next time it he took it between his lips.

Stein beckoned and he crawled over, cringing at the smell of sweat and the overlapping belly that pressed against his forehead when he nestled his face in to swallow the thick cock.

"Ah, ah, clean it first," Stein slapped him lightly on the side of the head. The neko suppressed a gag and pulled back, using his tongue to dig out the crud lodged in the folds of the man's cock, licking sweaty, hairy balls until they glistened and only then commencing to bob up and down the length of Stein's chubby erection.

Sven was last and he sat back and hummed while the neko sucked his cock. He'd already come once, probably when the neko had been inserting his carved phallus, and the half dried come was crusty on his lower belly. It didn't take him long to come a second time and the neko pulled back, kneeling there with head down waiting for them to tell him what he was to do next. God, please let them simply put him in his cage. Please, please.

But - - "Poor ol' King needs some attention," Olaf said, and the neko swung his head around dejectedly to look at the big dog, who had a leg up and was licking the red tip of his partially sheathed cock.

"Get to it," Karl said, when the neko didn't immediately jump at the suggestion. He hated the dog. He hated the dog worse than anything, and they knew it. They took great pleasure in his disgust.

"On your belly," Sven said when he'd approached the big dog and the neko let his knees slide out from under him, easing himself onto his stomach on the furs, his face right up against king's crotch. The dog canted his broad head and looked at the neko intently. The neko felt his ears flatten, pained from a stomach beginning to cramp from the phallus pressed against it, nausea from the thought of the dog cock in his mouth not helping. Somebody put a boot against his ass, pressing down on the flat end of the phallus. He lowered his mouth and took the slick dog cock between his lips and the touch of mouth made King twitch, made more of the prick slide out of its sheath and deeper into his mouth, the blunt tip of it grazing the back his throat. He pulled back so that he held only a few inches in his mouth, drawing breath, trying to stop the involuntary gagging at the feel of it on his tongue.

"Go, on, do like we told you," Stein directed. "Work those big dog balls." The neko shifted to get his hands on the thick furry bulge of King's nuts and the dog whined and jerked its hips, one big leg kicking a little in pleasure, claws scraping against the neko's shoulder. No matter how much he hated it, there was no deceiving them with a halfhearted job. He sucked and licked the slimy cock as energetically as if his life depended upon it, bobbing his head down further and further with each stroke until the tip of it squeezed down his throat, then out again. King could stand being passive no longer and lurched to his feet, dragging the neko almost to his knees by his grip on the base of the big balls. He rose a little, pulling the big cock back through the dogs legs, hand around the hard little knot that had emerged from the sheath and continuing his attention of it from behind while the dog humped his mouth backwards.

He almost wished they'd let the dog fuck him, filling his bowels instead of his throat with his jism. At least then it wouldn't sit in belly, a dreaded leaden weight so much more repulsive than the accumulated come of the men he'd serviced. But Sven had worked too hard on his phallus to remove it so soon, so they sat while the fire crackled and watched him suck King's never ending erection, until finally, the dog began to really start to pummel his mouth, and the knot slipped past his fingers and batted against his teeth wanting to lodge itself within his mouth and lock them in place.

"Open wide and let it in," Someone said and he shuddered, relaxing his grip, straining his jaw wider to accept the large sized knot with its full load of come. It slipped in past his teeth and almost immediately began to swell, natures way of assuring that the bitch could not break away from the stud and escape the puppy building sperm. He was trapped, his face pressed against King's ass, Kings ten inch cock jammed down his throat as the dog pumped load after load of come down his throat.

It lasted forever, King dragging him a few paces then stopping to pump again, resting a bit then spurting some more and all the while the neko struggled to breath past the flood of acrid liquid and the slab of slick flesh filling his mouth and throat. They laughed at him, sprawling in King's wake as the dog lurched around the room, and praised King for a admirable load of jism and when maybe ten minutes had passed, the knot deflated enough to slip out of his mouth and King's retracting cock followed it, the dog loosing interest in the neko entirely now that his urges had been feed and moving away to lick the moisture away from his sheath.

Somewhere during the time his attention had been focused on King, Sven had retrieved his weights and catgut twine and beckoned the neko over for his nightly attention to his nipples. He crawled over and knelt before the dark haired woodsman, bowing his head as big fingers pulled and pinched at his preternaturally swollen nipples. They were plump and distorted after weeks of Sven's training, fat, oversensitive points of flesh that protruded like the teats of a pre-teen girl from his otherwise flat chest. It was a shame he could hardly dwell upon, the alteration of his body. The rapes and the abuses and the humiliations were transient, fading once his body had recovered from the torment, but his nipples - - gods, his nipples were stretched and large and hideous and likely to stay that way for a long time to come, altered by tight bindings and heavy weights stretching flesh to the point of permanency.

Sven was not gentle in his preparation. His fingers bruised tender flesh, mashing the fat numbs hard, rolling and pulling and plumping until they were rosy with bruising.

"Stretch it out," He directed when the first was abused to his satisfaction and the neko reluctantly lifted a hand and grasped his throbbing nipple, pulling it out taut from his chest. Sven wrapped a thin piece of cord around the base, pulling it tight, so that the nipple swelled to a firm gum balled sized piece of trapped flesh above the knotted cord. Then he took the tiny little clamp he had fashioned and screwed it tight into the nub, the jaws of it biting into tortured flesh. The clamp was attached to a string that held a fist-sized chunk of rock and the weight of it dragged on the neko's nipple. He knelt there, shivering while the same process was repeated to the other teat.

"No cage tonight, slave," Sven said. I want those tits dangling all night so they're sweet and plump for me tomorrow."

Sven rose, and pulled the neko up by the collar, marching him over to one set of double bunks. He twisted one arm behind him and attached it to the leather manacle already fastened to one side of the upper bunk support, then brought the other arm up and secured it to the other side of the bunk, a position which forced the neko to bend over. His legs were then kicked wide and each ankle fastened to the legs of the bottom bunk, his body at an angle to the floor, the weights dangling freely and his nipples pulled taut, straight down from his chest. His body weight on his arms was excruciating and it would become more so as time passed. A month ago he'd dislocated a shoulder spending the night like this, but his body was so much more durable than a human man's, so much more flexible and capable of sustaining prolonged abuse. He'd survive it and they'd gain pleasure from his pain.

Sven left him there and went back to the fire to join his fellows. They spoke into the night, talking of the snowstorm and the extra work for them after it passed to catch up on their logging. Finally the first of them staggered to bed, and then the others followed. Bo grasped his balls as he passed, giving them a solid twist and wrench that caused the neko to whimper, which seemed to be what Bo had been aiming for. Sven set the weights on his tits to swinging before he climbed into his bunk, and finally Karl padded towards his bunk and the neko shuddered at what he might do, for Karl could be the cruelest when the mood hit. But he did nothing, simply stood for a moment staring, then went on his way.

The neko couldn't sleep. The ache in his shoulders was a sharp pain that warred with dominance with the cramp in his belly from the huge wooden phallus tucked deep within his bowels. His nipples were a minor irritation compared to the other, gone numb eventually from lack of proper circulation. King came up during the night and nuzzled his dangling cock and balls and the neko bit his lip, whimpering in fear that the dog would simply grab hold with his teeth and rip the flesh off. Eventually the dog lay down between his spread legs and went to sleep. The neko hung his head and leaked silent tears. Almost he couldn't remember being free. Sometimes they broke him so badly that all he knew was being a beast. A slave with no name and no life other than misery and no hope other than surviving the latest torture they concocted for him. Sometimes he did recall the land of his birth and his people, carefree and proud, but lately, those memories were fading in the overwhelming face of despair. More and more days went by, weeks even that he knew no other name for himself than bitch or slave. That he could not even recall a life before this or imagine one after.

He came awake of a sudden, lurching for balance as support left him floundering, his wrists free and nothing but the thick arm of one of his masters to catch him before he hit the floor. Bo hefted him to his side, a meaty arm around his middle, the neko's arms and legs long numb and useless. He was half carried to the door, which Bo pulled open one handed and stepped out onto a porch covered with snow. There was more snow on the ground. More than the neko had ever seen. With a laugh, Bo tossed him off the side of the porch and into a drift that was hip high. The neko gasped, sleep numb body thrown into shock at the sudden impact of cold. Bo stomped out after him, grasping his tail and yanking him ass up by it. The neko floundered, head down in the snow, while Bo unfastened the leather harness keeping the phallus in place and yanked it out much, much faster than the neko's body wanted to expand to expel it. The neko cried out, reflexively trying to wriggle away, while Bo pulled. Bo let him go as the phallus came out with a wet plop, and a fair amount of stopped up waste came out after it, trailing down the neko's leg. A bucket of barely thawed water was tossed upon him, and shivering so badly he could hardly walk a straight line, he was allowed back up onto the porch.

"Wait," Bo said cheerfully, breath frosting in the air. "Bend over and grab the porch rail and let ol' King finish cleaning the shit offa you, bitch."

Which task King found imminently exciting, trotting out of the cabin and eagerly licking the neko's legs and ass, burying his big nose in the cleft of the neko's ass and squirming his long tongue easily into the flaccid opening of his asshole.

He was allowed back into the cabin finally, arms clenched close to his body, genitals so cold that it felt like they had retreated up inside his body. Huddling by the fire would have been heaven, but he was ordered instead to attend to his breakfast chores. Which meant scooting under the table while the woodsmen settled in to drink coffee and eat oatmeal, and suck cock. He was marginally warmed, their legs pressed close against his naked body, by the time he had finished the rounds. He crawled out from under the table and they put his bowl of gruel down on the floor for him to break his own fast. Watered down oatmeal, their leftovers. He was not allowed a spoon, but forced to lap up his food like an animal. He had gotten rather adept at it, over the months.

Usually they got their lumbering gear and left for work after breakfast, leaving him with ol' King for unwanted company the day long, a list of chores to accomplish on risk of their wraith upon their return. It was not to be today.

Sven having time on his hands took the neko over to his bunk to release his nipples from their bindings. He lingered over the work, pressing and kneading flesh that screamed bloody murder as the blood flowed back. The neko sat and quivered, curling his hands in the bed sheets as Sven pushed him back and half lay atop him, taking first one nipple, then the other into his mouth and suckling them mercilessly. One big hand slipped between their bodies while Sven worshipped his handiwork, fingers sliding behind the neko's balls to explore the still loosened mouth of his asshole. He touched split flesh and the neko flinched. Sven chuckled around his mouthful of swollen nipple and probed deeper, digging three fingers into the neko's hole, nails scraping against the tender meat inside. He lay, ears flattened, little pitiful sounds issuing from his throat.

"Getting him all hot, Sven?" Stein had come and stood beside the bunk, looking down, one hand gently rubbing the sagging protrusion of his gut.

Sven chuckled around a mouthful of nipple, then bit down hard on the teat before pulling his lips away.

"There's two tits, if you want one, big man," Sven offered generously, flicking the nipple he hadn't been gnawing on hard enough to make the neko cry out at the stinging pain.

"Tits are your thing, Sven. I'd rather have me a piece of ass, or his tongue up the slit of my cock. But what I come over for is we're for a game of cards. You want in?"

Sven sat up, shrugging. "Why not? Looks like it's going to be a long day."

The neko lay there afterwards in the warmth of the bunk. He didn't know what they expected of him. Whether he ought to start his daily chores as if they were not here, or if he ought to wait for their instruction and their pleasure as he did on Endsday, the one day of the week that they did not go out into the forest to work.

He made himself move finally, regretfully leaving the comfort of the mattress, in fear that if he loitered too long they would punish him for it. He crept over to the corner where the broom was kept and began sweeping the floor. They were absorbed in their game and said nothing while he worked. King slept by the fire, oblivious. The tension in the neko's gut began to loosen. With the dirt swept up, he took the mop bucket and hurried outside to fill it with snow. His toes curled in misery at the cold. The winters of his own land were faded memories, but he instinctually knew that they were mild and that snow never fell over the forests. His body was not made to tolerate the bitter cold. He shivered, swollen nipples gone hard and pebbly around the distended teats. He sat the bucket on the still warm stove to melt and went about wiping down the table and putting away what they had left out in their preparation of breakfast. When enough of the snow had melted he began to wash the dishes. He would scrub the floor with the remainder, and might normally have cleaned the hearth of ashes and soot, but today decided to forgo that since the woodsmen were gathered about the fire.

Karl won the latest hand of whatever they were playing, for he hooted with mirth while the others jeered and complained jovially.

"Time for me to collect my winnings," Karl chortled, slapping his brother, Stein on the shoulder as he rose. "Come here, bitch."

The neko froze, on his hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floorboards when Karl called. Carefully the neko put the scrub brush in the bucket and rose, approaching Karl warily, head down, ears struggling to stay partially up. The neko stood there, looking intently at Karl's boots while Karl pondered.

"Come on, you won the bitch for the day, what're you going to do with him?" Olaf wanted to know.

"I'm thinking," Karl said, waving a big hand. "give me a moment to get creative, will you?"

They all laughed at that, Stein, Sven and Bo settling back in their chairs to wait for the entertainment while Olaf shifted on his feet, restless and eager with anticipation. Sven was the most creative in designing his little toys, but Karl always came up with the cruelest punishments. Finally Karl nodded, as though concreting an idea in his own head, and told Olaf to get the ropes since he was hovering anyway. The neko he took by the arm and led to the recently cleared and cleaned kitchen table. He pushed him backwards onto it, onto his back with his legs and tail hanging off the end of it. With the rope Olaf brought he tied his wrists together and drew him over his head, securing the rope to the supports under the table. He slid the neko down a little so that his hips overhung the side by a few inches, then corded rope around one knee and drew that leg up, pressing the knee to the table top by the neko's shoulder, bending his body double. He tossed the rope under the table and Olaf caught it on the other side, understanding the position Karl wanted the neko bound in. Olaf forced the other leg into the same contortionist position and tightened the rope around his knee. He laid there, hands stretched over his head, knees roped to the tabletop on either side of his chest, ass entirely vulnerable to whatever plans Karl had for it. His feet twitched nervously, toes curling in fearful anticipation. The hard wood of the table bore into his curved spine.

Karl ran a callused hand up the curve of his ass to the back of his thigh, then across his balls and limp cock. He leaned forward, staring down into the neko's face, the rough cloth of his trousers rubbing against his spread ass cheeks. If he was simply going to fuck him, then the neko's fears were unfounded. Being tied up and fucked was no great abuse in the greater scheme of things. Being tied up and fucked was something to rather look forward to if it replaced other things they might do to him. Karl reached a hand back and his fingers circled the puckered lips of the neko's still swollen anus. A twinge of fear shivered across his skin, regardless of Karl's intentions, fear that they had ground into him, fear that showed in his eyes and maybe that was what Karl was looking for, that white-rimmed rolling of terror in his gaze that let the man know he was quivering inside.

Karl pushed himself back, and reached into his shirt pocket for one of his hand rolled smokes. He lit it up and went outside while his brother and his cousins and Sven loitered in their chairs by the fire, half heartedly playing with the cards while they waited for Karl to get to whatever it was he was working towards. The cold air from the open door wafted across the neko's naked skin, making little goose pimples rise, causing the nubs of his nipples harden again, making his genitals shrink even more than they already were.

Finally, Karl came back in with a fresh bucket of snow, which he sat down on one of the benches by the table. He took a candle from the cupboard, even though there was enough light coming in from the windows and from the fire to see plainly. He lit with the hot end of his smoke and sat in a battered brass holder, which he placed on the end of the table by the neko's hips. A bench he dragged around to the same end of the table and settled himself down upon it, as his cronies rose to gather behind him, a rapt audience.

He took the candle and the neko lost sight of what he did with it, but he felt the heat of the flame close, oh so close to his cringing asshole. He felt the brief searing of flesh as the flame touched his skin and he cried out. Again, a brief passing of candle flame across the puckered skin of his anus and pain spiraled out from that point. And kept pulsing in radiating waves as burns tended to do. Then more scalding heat, this time liquid as the candle was tipped and hot wax dribbled down across his asshole. He moaned and twitched, clenching and unclenching the muscles of his buttocks in a vain effort to escape the heat and the pain. Karl waited for the wax to cool and harden, before he flaked it off with a nail. Then the candle flame passed across scalded skin again and he cried at the renewed burn.

Relief came unexpectedly. A packed ball of snow was pressed against his ass, so shockingly cold after the heat that for a moment he lost his rhythm of breath. Karl pressed it against his pulsing anus until the heat drained away in favor of frigid numbness, then took it away, and the heat came back, more wax flooding down the stretched cleft of his ass to his swollen hole, sudden heat thawing the icy numb to the extreme. He screamed, yanking desperately at the rope securing his arms, but the table was solid and he was securely bound with little room for movement. There was no escaping the torment. Karl molded another ball of snow into hard-packed ice, and pressed it against the neko's ass, this time applying pressure, forcing the ice ball past the damaged lips of his anus and up into his body. No amount of cold on the outside of his body could have prepared him for the shock of the ice nestled with in. He whimpered, writhing on the table as Karl fashioned another ice ball and inserted it in after the first, then spent some time packing snow and ice into the neko's ass until he was stuffed full of it, slowly beginning to numb from the inside out even as the melting ice dribbled out of his asshole, down the cleft of his ass to the floor.

When he was satisfied that he'd filled the neko to capacity Karl rose, taking the candle with him and began to dribble wax onto his nipples. Sven sat down on the bench on the other side of the table, entranced at the molten lumps of wax that formed around the neko's plump teats. When they were fully coated with a thick layer of wax, Karl plucked it off and pressed ice against the rosy nipples, playing the same game he had with the neko's asshole. Numb the flesh with cold then bring it screaming life with burning heat. The neko was thrashing, sobbing incoherently by the time the ice had mostly melted and leaked out of his asshole. Karl sat what was left of the candle in a pool of still soft wax between the neko's pectorals, where it continued to slowly shed globs of hot wax onto his skin. He released his heavy cock and without preamble or more lubrication than the cool water dribbling from the neko's asshole, drove it into the neko's body.

Still lingering numbness veiled most of the initial pain, and the warmth of Karl's big cock pressing against his frozen insides was a welcome intrusion. It actually felt good, a living source of warmth in his bowels and he moaned and arched up, more animal reflex than anything else, wanting it deeper.

Karl grasped his thighs and grinned up at the other rapt woodsmen. "Little bitch is colder than a witch's tit inside. Tightened up right nice, too."

"Ice up his chute will do that," Bo said, as if he'd known the properties of ice combined with a stretched asshole all the time and just hadn't thought to mention it before this.

Karl took his time fucking him, using the slow, hard thrusts he preferred. By the time he'd finished, the neko almost felt as if his insides had thawed, though shivers still racked his body. Karl slid out and the neko's anus closed up after the departing cock, the burns on the puckered lips sending shooting pulses of pain up his body.

Olaf was dying to feel the grip of a iced ass around his own cock, and begged Karl for a go and having a whole day to kill, Karl obliged, packing the neko's ass with snow and ice again to prepare him for the younger woodsmen.

While the ice was melting he started in on the neko's cock and balls with the flame and the wax. By this time, the neko barely had the strength left to scream or thrash about, so he lay there twitching limply, sobbing while Karl singed the sensitive flesh at the end of his cock with the pass of a candle flame, then sealed the burn with hot wax, then did the same with his balls.

Olaf fucking him was a distant sensation, barely reaching him through the numb shock in which his body drifted.

They tired of this eventually, having achieved as many erections as they were capable of in their boredom. The neko was released with a slap across his smarting buttocks and told to clean up the mess they'd made of the tabletop and the floor around it. Burns throbbing in agony, he slowly went about the chore, mopping up water and spilled bodily fluids, then scraping globs of hardened wax from floor the tabletop.

Sexual urges satiated, the woodsmen were content to sit by the fire, or doze through the remainder of the afternoon. With four out of the group, Karl included, napping, the neko was left to his daily chores in peace. He crept about the tasks, as quietly as he could, afraid of rousing one or more of the woodsmen. When those were done, he retreated silently to the corner with his cage and huddled, weight upon one hip in attempts to avoid pressure on the sensitive, singed flesh of his ass.

It was perhaps, a hour till the dusk that came so early this time of year, when King roused from his place by the fire, the fur on the back of his neck on end, and growling low in his throat as he padded towards the door of the cabin.

The woodsmen rose, wary by nature of the sort of threat the forest had to offer in the dead of winter. There came a knock on the door and the neko, curled in his cage felt a surge of hope, imagining it might be the Lady, with a change of heart, come back to take him back into her service after all.

He peered between the bars of his cage, ears perked forward despite the dull ache in his body and watched as Karl opened the door, the twins flanking him. King crowded at their legs, still growling.

It was hard to see beyond the bulk of their bodies, but the neko glimpsed enough for his heart to fall. For it was certainly no lady standing outside the door. He might even have thought, from the sliver of the glimpse he had, that it was some animal out of the deep woods, standing upright and waiting on the doorstop, for the figure was well covered in furs, from head to foot. Then he heard the low murmur of voices, heard the threat in Karl's towards a stranger on his doorstep and the low return of an unfamiliar tone.

Some agreement must have been reached, because Karl spoke sharply to the twins and jerked his head at Sven, and they shrugged on coats and accompanied Karl outside, while Stein waited inside by the door, stroking King's thick neck, while the dog whined to get out.

Soon they returned inside, arms full of furs. Luxurious skins of dark sable and rich fox and other fine furs. Karl was grinning, well pleased and in their wake came the stranger, who stopped at the door stoop and stomped snow off his boots before he entered, even if the woodsmen themselves showed no such tendency.

"He's down from the high country," Karl told his Stein. "A trapper come to trade his wares, but his horse took an injury and for a night or two of shelter in our stable while she mends, he's traded us some of his stock."

"Ah," Stein fingered a sable fur and grinned.

The neko did not know for sure, but he recalled the lady paying a great deal for such furs and thought that the trapper had overpaid for a night or two spent in the woodsmen's stable.

"If you'll be sharing our table and sleeping in our barn, I'd ask for a name, stranger?" Karl asked, dumping his newly acquired furs on his bunk.

The trapper pulled off the thick fur cap, revealing a head of lank, shoulder length hair of unremarkable color and a face half covered in sparse beard. His eyes though, were rather more noteworthy, a splash of blue that no amount of grime or unwashed hair could camouflage. They darted about the cabin, a wary man examining unfamiliar surroundings, before they fixed back on Karl.

"Caled," the trapper said, low soft tones, like he wasn't used to speaking out loud. "My name is Caled. Your hospitality is appreciated, but if you'd find the liniment we bartered for, I'd take care of my animals before embracing your offer of supper."