Chapter Four

It wasn't actual sleep, his body was in too much discomfort for restful slumber, but he did grey out, loosing passages of time. It was dark when he woke to a tearing pain in his right nipple and squealed very much like a dying pig might in his shock, the sound wheezing its way out from his plugged mouth.

Sven crouched before him, fingers still twisting, squeezing his tortured tit. He heard the clomp of other boots on the porch, the grumbling of men back from a long day's work.

"Ah, look how red and swollen they are." Sven pinched a large swell of flesh surrounding one red nipple, making the bound, cherry sized numb of flesh protrude even further. Dharsha moaned helplessly, eyes rolling back.

The Sven rose, chuckling, and followed his fellows into the cabin. The neko heard them moving about, heard the faint talk as they stoked the fire and clattered about in the kitchen and Dharsha feared they would simply leave him out here all the night, a nightmare beyond him imagining since every second he remained on their punishment log was sheerest agony, his lower body a mixture of dead numbness and nerve searing pain. He cried again, amazed that his body still had enough moisture to shed more tears having shed a great deal already during the day and that after a day and night without water.

But, eventually, they came back out onto the porch, stretching after their supper, most of them shirtless or in undershirts, their boots off and their pants loosened. Karl ambled over and looked down at him, no hint of mercy in his face. The neko stared up, afraid to look away. Eventually, Karl reached behind his head and unfastened the strap holding the gag, then slid it out of his mouth. Dharsha coughed as it left his mouth, a jaw wedged open all the long day almost locked into place now that the gag was gone. Drool dribbled out of his mouth, past slack lips. Karl tossed the gag on the porch and continued to stare down.

Finally he asked softly. "What are you?"

It took effort to force his mouth to move, but he tried, desperately tried to answer Karl's question. "A slave," he croaked.

"What else?"

"A hole."

"Who's hole?" Karl lifted a dark brow.

"Your hole. Theirs," the neko sobbed.

"What are you?" Karl repeated, crouching, those small, cruel eyes of his boring into the neko's pain filled gaze.

"Garbage," he sobbed. Then. "An animal. An animal." And at that moment he believed it.

Karl nodded, satisfied, and signaled to the others to release him. They unfastened the ropes securing him to the porch railings, and then Karl and Olaf took hold of him and lifted him off of the punishment log. He did not come easily and they had to work him up off of the bottom bulge of the phallus, but then the rest slipped out of him easily enough and his body felt strangely numb and lightweight - - utterly empty and gaping- - with it gone.

His back hit the floor and he lay numb and dazed where they'd dropped him, staring up with spinning vision at the distorted faces of his masters as they gathered to stand over him.

"Looks like the little bitch is just worn out,' someone said.

"He'll come to life and perform like a good slave if he knows what's good for him," another of them laughed.

A boot nudged him in the ribs. And Karl's voice - - oh, but he knew Karl's voice even in the spinning mire of exhaustion - - said. "Spread those cheeks, so we can get a look and see what a day on the log did to your fuckhole, bitch."

His body moved to comply of its own will, desperate not to offend. He rolled painfully onto his knees, reaching back to his bruised rear, digging his own fingers into his buttocks and spreading them. He felt air where it shouldn't be, a trickle of cool breeze from the open doorway tickle the raw walls of his rectum. The lips of his asshole were too loose and torn to even twitch, even though other parts of his body shivered.

They crouched down around him, their hands on his body, knocking his own hands away as they divided his buttocks themselves, leaning close to stare past the puffy, battered lips of his anus into the depths of his body.

"Damn, look how big it is," Stein observed in amazement, big fingers pressing into the torn edge of his hole. "Ain't never seen one that big, before."

"You can see all the way to his insides. He's all gushy and pink up there, like raw meat." One of the twins remarked.

Fingers slid inside him, pressing against the walls of his rectum. Four fingers, then a thumb and a fist slipped inside him with little effort, but burning pain. They laughed over that, whoever had his arm inside the neko's ass grasping his balls with the other hand and using them as an anchor to shove his arm deeper.

"Ram it in deep, Karl. Pound the little bitch's innards." Someone jeered and Karl complied, slamming his fist in to mid arm, rocking the neko's body forward, then pulling out and punching it back in again. He lost his breath, engulfed in pain. Blackness teetered around the edges of his vision. He was murmuring, whimpering incoherently for it to stop. But it didn't. Even when he blacked out, he came back with someone else's fist up his ass, someone else's fingers clawing at his insides, remarking with delight how warm and squishy he was inside his skin. Someone grasped his ears and his head was lifted onto a lap, a cock prodding against his lips. He opened wide to receive it, his world narrowed to what Karl had made him admit that he was. A hole for their pleasure.

He phased out, riding a rocking wave of hurt, and came back against someone's chest, legs sprawled out, pale naked things before him, a big brown hand playing with his cock, pulling at the foreskin, stretching it out.

"Fucking animal's not even cut." Olaf remarked, it being Olaf's fingers that were toying with him. "And look how tiny his little prick is, even when I stretch it out." Olaf demonstrated, pulling hard.

"Little bitch hasn't gotten a boner since we got him," Bo remarked. "Don't think he likes us."

"He ain't here to enjoy himself," Karl said, having moved at some point to his chair by the fire. "If he starts to get randy, starts to jerk off with that little cock of his, I'll geld him, just like I would any animal that ain't got no use for breeding."

Stein laughed ominously, walking over and prodding the neko's nutsack with his toe. "Wouldn't mind seeing him crawling around with nothing but that little prick dangling down and no wrinkled sack next to the hole I'm plowing."

Dharsha closed his eyes, quaking in terror, and Olaf twisted his cock, laughing. "We got the little bitch scared. He's shaking like a drenched cat."

"Maybe later. We'll see how he behaves from now on." Karl took a drag from his pipe.

"Give him here, will you, Olaf." Sven asked and Olaf shrugged, passing the neko's limp body over to Sven who lay him on his back on the rug and began loosening the string around his nipples.

"Ah, look at that," Sven sighed in pleasure as one fat nipple sprang free of its restraint. Blood rushed in to fill it, swelling it even more, a stinging center of pain on the neko's chest. He screamed, arching up, as Sven lowered his mouth, covering the distorted pellet of flesh and sucking greedily, drawing the blood forth even quicker.

The neko dug his fingers into the carpet, sobbing past the pain.

"Damn, but I do love big nips," Sven said, raising up to release the other nipple. "And look how fat his are now. I work on 'em every day, I can stretch 'em like this permanent. Bigger even."

Sven went back to his suckling, mouth brutally ravishing one nipple while his fingers worked on the other. The others laughed, ribbing Sven about his obsession with tits. Sven told them to all fuck off past a mouthful of bruised, spit slick flesh.

But eventually he tired and gave one protruding nipple a hard flick with his forefinger, then rose, leaving the neko sprawled alone and insensible on the rug. They conversed for a while, some of them smoking and then finally rose, seemingly ready to prepare for bed.

A hand grasped his ankle, jerking him across the floor. Off the softness of the bearskin and onto hard wooden planks. They opened the door and dragged him out onto the porch and he couldn't gain his feet, or prevent his body and his head bouncing off the steps as he was dragged down to the hard. He gasped for air at the bottom, bruised ribs throbbing from the impact of the edges of the steps. Olaf, who had him by the ankle paused, lifting his leg higher, exposing his battered, swollen asshole to the dog, who trotted up to sniff curiously. A tongue lapped out and lapped at dribbling mucus and blood.

"Filthy animal," Olaf laughed and the neko didn't think he was talking about the dog. "You earn the right to sleep inside."

Then he dragged the neko towards the small bard, with his brother and Stein following, carrying rope and long wooden stakes. They placed him on his hands and knees, kicking his thighs painfully wide, then driving stakes deep into the ground next to his ankles and knees. Rope around his ankles and thighs above the knee secured him firmly in place. They spread his hands and repeated the process with stakes next to his wrists. Then to assure he got no whisper of relief, they threw a rope over the wooden arm protruding from the front of the barn and fastened it to the ring in his collar, pulling is head up taut, keeping his back straight and arched painfully. Already his stretched muscles began to spasm in discomfort.

They rose, grinning to each other, examining their handiwork, told the dog to keep watch of him tonight, and strode back inside the warmth of the cabin, closing the door and leaving the neko shivering painfully in the cool of a mountain night.

He tested the strength of the stakes, straining to pull them out of the hard earth, but they were driven too deep and his strength was depleted. He exhausted himself trying though, and worked up sheen of sweat over his body that turned to ice when he stopped exerting himself and the wind began licking at his skin. He shivered uncontrollably, sobbing. Eventually he stopped, having no more tears, and knelt there, head hanging as much as it was able without cutting off his air, listening to the sounds of the surrounding forest. His limbs trembled, muscles past their limits, and once they gave out he was collapse and perhaps strangle, which might not be a bad thing. It would release him from this at the very least. His mind dwelled on that possibility, finding it morbidly attractive, but his body still fought for life and that instinct was stronger than whim, so he fought through the pain and weakness to keep his arms under him.

He heard the rustle of leaves and flinched, ears flattening as something moved towards him out of the darkness. He feared some sort of forest predator, stalking helpless prey, but when the nose nudged under his tail sniffing his ass, he knew it was the dog, back from whatever rounds he had been making. The nose shuffled down to smell his balls, jostling them with curiosity, then the tongue lapped across them, and up the cleft of his ass, squirming in between his cheeks to get to his asshole while the dog made excited little growling whines in his throat.

The neko shut his eyes and tried to squeeze close his buttocks, but with his thighs spread so far, it was hard to restrict entry. The dog circled around him, sniffing him all over, growling close to his face and showing teeth a little, then sniffing back down his body to his rear again, which seemed to hold the most interest. More sniffing and licking and then the broad chest pressed against his ass and the dog was mounting, its considerable weight bearing down on the neko's trembling back, its hips pumping at his buttocks, while something moist and blunt slid across his ass.

"No. No." he hissed, and tried to buck his body, tried to wriggle his hips and dislodge the beast, but the front legs clasped around his waist, claws raking his skin as the beast pulled itself closer, the heat of his belly warming the neko's backside, the slick head of the dog's cock half way out of its sheath and searching blindly for the neko's hole. It got between the cleft of his ass, and found its mark and the hours the neko had spent out here had gone some way to revitalizing the anal ring, for he managed to keep it out for a few powerful thrusts, before the dog pounded its way in with repeated, energetic shoves. It was a big dog and though the cock felt no bigger around than a man's, smaller perhaps than some, it was long and oddly slimy and it hurt miserably as it snaked its way inside him, rasping against the abraded walls of his rectum. He cried out, choking on nausea fueled by repulsion, gagging on the vomit that rose in his throat.

His body rocked with the rapid thrusts of the animal as it worked its cock all the way inside him, so that its hairy ball sack slammed against his own dangling scrotum. It had no rhythm other than the instinct of a beast to procreate and King did so with single-minded determination, growling and whining, spilling drool onto the neko's shoulders. Something large and solid began to pound against his throbbing asshole, something that had slipped out of the dog's sheath and didn't belong at the base of a cock. Not a human one at any rate. The dog's knot, the reservoir for its sperm that it instinctually locked inside its bitch to keep her from breaking free before he spilled his seed. Nature's way of assuring the survival of a species.

King fought to get it inside the neko and the neko sobbed and gasped, trying to keep it out, but the dog out weighed him, and was determined and dug its back legs into the dirt, and with a might thrust the knot slipped past and the mouth of the neko's anus clamped back down around it, his body swallowing it up, his eyes widening in shock as it began to swell inside him, almost doubling in size. King began to frantically hump him then, and he felt the first hot gush of liquid in his bowels. Minutes passed, perhaps ten or twenty, interspaced with his own small sobbing cries, with the grunts of the dog.

King slowed down, the knot no smaller and lay across the neko's back panting. His hips began to hump again with less power. He stopped and tried to back off and couldn't, his knot still locked inside the neko's ass. He twisted, lifting his back leg and managing to turn around so that they were ass to ass, pulling to get free, but all that happened was that the neko's abused anus stretched outwards, turned inside out, lips thin against the rim of the knot, but not releasing it, making the neko cry and moan in misery. The dog relented and humped a while more backwards, releasing a bit more sperm from its embedded cock.

They stayed that way, King rocking back into the neko off and on for almost a half hour before the knot shrunk to a point that a sudden jerk from the dog tore it lose and he trotted off, exhausted and satisfied, to lick the residue from the neko's insides off his shrinking cock.

The neko hung there, debased, humiliated, disgusted and helpless to stop the dribble of dog come that leaked out of his ass and down his thigh.

The stars moved in the sky. Sleep would not come to his tortured body and the neko fell deeper and deeper into depression. Before the first light of morning quite topped the trees, the dog showed interest in him again and having learned that the neko needed no particular prompting or subduing, mounted with keen dog urgency and humped him happily, while the neko endured with slack mouth and drooping head. It went faster this time, the knot getting inside him after a few dozen thrusts and draining itself rather quickly, letting the dog pull out before he had to resort to twisting around and really putting his strength behind the escape.

There was a whistle of appreciation from the porch, a hoot of malicious enjoyment and the neko looked up tiredly to see the woodcutters lined up against the rail, witnessing the hind end of his rape by their dog. He shut his eyes and hung his head again, quivering helplessly.

"Told you he was a bitch," Stein laughed. "You see ol' King go at that ass? The old boy have never looked so happy."

"How'd you like that dog cock, eh, Hole?" They were walking out to inspect him, pulling one ass cheek aside to see his dripping hole. "Sure got enough of his jism up inside you. If you was a bitch for real, you'd be dropping pups come winter." Two fingers jammed inside him, and pulled out coated with King's come. Bo came around and pulled his head back by the hair, pressing the fingers against his lips. He opened his mouth, no more fight in him, and let Bo wipe the come off inside his mouth.

"Suck it all off," Bo suggested and the neko did, getting every last smear. "He likes it," Bo declared, holding up his clean hand for the others to see. "Guess the bitch will have one more cock filling his hole from now on."

They thought that was uproarious and speculated about him and the dog whole they washed him down. He was allowed water from the bucket and led inside by his leash, cringing each time his abused knees dragged across the wood floor. He hurt so much, back, legs, shoulders, ass, he wanted nothing so much as to tumble onto the floor and sleep.

But they had no mercy for him, no shred of understanding or care about the depths of his exhaustion, and he was too beaten, mentally and physically to dare complain.

They led him to his bowl, Bo amusing himself by jerking on the leash now and then with a sharp 'heel' and making the neko crawl close to his leg. What was in the bowl was very likely from the meal he'd refused yesterday morning. Flies fed in it, buzzing away reluctantly when he was led to it.

He dropped his face to eat it with out being told, swallowing the rancid stuff like any half-starved, beaten animal, the horror at the taste and texture and thought of the stuff a distant little twang at the back of his broken mind.

When the bowl was clean, Stein shuffled over, unfastening his pants and pulling out a flaccid, flabby cock. "Top it off with a little drink, bitch and don't spill a drop."

And the neko obediently lifted his head, opening his lips to receive Stein's smelly cock, swallowing as rapidly as he could the hot, acrid piss that filled his mouth. He drank from the rest of them, mind sinking deeper and deeper into the oblivion of defeat. His stomach churned, heavy gurgling with the rotten food and a belly full of piss. They led him to the fur rug and tested his docility, using his body to sate their pleasure, positioning him for their greatest ease, filling mouth and ass with their come, amusing themselves with small and not so small cruelties as they twisted his nipples and cock and balls, pinched his skin and bent his limbs as if he were a doll they had taken issue with. His every little moan and cry and sob seemed to fuel their satisfaction. His screams sent them into gales of mirth.

He endured and strove to please.

"The little bitch is tame now."

"And he takes cock like it's his mama's tit."

"Hole's tightened up real good."

"Neko's are like that. Durable. Flexible."

They wasted time with him well into the morning, and reluctantly left him for their work, depositing him unbound in his cage, even so kind as to throw a tattered blanket in with him, which he hardly had the strength to lay out under him to shield his body from the grill bottom of the cage. He slept then, oblivious to the passing of time.

They came back from their day's labor and the neko stirred, making himself rise despite aching muscles as they opened the door of his cage and put the bowl of his usual slop down for him to eat. He did so immediately and sat afterwards in a submissive position he had learned from his second master, bowed over his knees, head down, hands held loosely behind his back, waiting for their pleasure.

Boots approached, and he dared not look up. A hand slapped the back of his head lightly and Sven's voice said, "Ass up."

The neko lowered his head to the floor, jutting his ass into the air. Sven lifted his tail and he felt the tip of something hard against his opening. Sven forced it in with a twist. It felt as if it had been greased and was not much larger than an orange at the largest point, so it went in without a great deal of struggle on Sven's part and minimal pain on his. He felt the flat edge of its end resting outside his hole, pressing against his cheeks, while his rectum adjusted to the feel of the solid object inside. His hole was stretched perhaps the width of the smallest of their cocks and would stay that way as long as the thing was inside him.

"You'll wear that from now on, or something like it." Bo told him. "'cept when you're shitting or we're fucking your hole. You ever touch it, or try and pull it out on your own and you'll think yesterday was a holiday."

He said nothing, face to the floor.

"Now," Sven said. "It rained today and there's mud on the porch and the floor. You get off your lazy ass and crawl out to the trough and fetch a bucket of water, then set to scrubbing the floorboards clean, while we make our supper."

Sven kicked him in the back of the thigh to get him moving. He crawled tentatively around their legs as they gathered in the kitchen, had his fingers stepped on more than once and not by accident, had hands reach down and smack his ass, and prod at the base of the plug nestled snug between his cheeks. It felt odd and uncomfortable crawling with the thing inside him. He found the bucket in the kitchen and the scrub brush and hesitated trying to figure out how to carry it and walk on all fours at the same time.

"Carry it in your mouth, bitch." Someone suggested and blushing, some small bit of pride intact enough to be mortified, he took the empty bucket between his teeth and crawled towards the door. One of them opened it for him and let him and the dog out. Down the steps and to the trough, where he filled the bucket and found out just how much more difficult it was to carry a full bucket than an empty one.

He scrubbed the porch, with the dog milling about him, nose in his ass more frequently than not. He bit his lip casting miserably looks under his shoulder at the red tip of the dog's excited cock bouncing from the hairy sheath and tried not to cry and fling the scrub brush at the beast to drive it away.

His knees were bruised and scraped by the time he'd worked his way from the porch into the cabin. Supper was over and the woodsmen were relaxing by the fire. The neko diligently worked at the floor, hoping the task took all night, that they'd tire and go to bed leaving him unmolested, save by the solid presence of the plug in his ass.

But Bo rose, when he'd finished with the small kitchen area and approached with the leash, and the neko bowed his head to let Bo attach it to the collar, then docily followed, trying to heel as best he could as Bo walked him outside. It was a relief, to relieve his bladder and his bowels when Bo pulled the plug out, though he had to work at the later, his rectum and sphincter loose from the plug. Bo led him back, pausing by the trough to douse the neko with water and clean between his legs. Dripping and shivering, he crawled back inside to find the others waiting for him, naked and stroking their cocks to life.

As he had the night before, he serviced them docily, bending to their every whim, their animal to use and abuse. This time when they'd finished, they made him press his face against the floor and kneel, ass up, while they called the dog in and worked him into a frenzy with rough play that the beast seemed to enjoy. Intermittently the dog would trot over and sniff the neko's ass, licking the dribbling come from his thighs and he would tremble and shut his eyes and sink deeper into himself. Eventually when they'd worked the dog into enough of a frenzy, they set him on the trembling neko.

"Get him boy." They ordered, someone slapping the neko's ass hard and hovering near him as the dog pounced, growling and snarling, trained to attack and destroy. Claws bit into the neko's legs and teeth raked the skin of his hip before they pulled King back by his thick collar, laughing, while the neko whimpered in terror. They kicked him onto his back, kicked his legs apart and his arms wide so that his shrinking genitals were fair game and his own collared throat unprotected.

"Don't move," Karl suggested softly and they set the dog on him again. King raced at him, claws biting into his stomach, raking welts in flesh, jaws bearing down on his neck.

"Hold," Karl ordered. And the teeth pressed down, the jaws easily encircling his neck, but did not pierce flesh. Merely held him there, while the dog snarled and drooled onto him. He was too terrified to sob. They continued the lesson, teaching the dog the neko's place in their hierarchy, instilling a paralyzing fear of the dog into the neko.

"Suck his cock," Karl said, while Olaf held the dog back from him by the collar. The neko stared dumbly, not understanding exactly whose cock he was to service. The back of Karl's hand slammed into the side of his face, toppling him, shredding the inside of his cheek. He cowered, swallowing blood.

"King." Karl clarified. "Suck that dog cock out of the sheath and get it hard enough to shove up your filthy ass, bitch. Move!"

The neko flinched and moved, crawling timidly towards the snarling dog, crouching under his belly and twisting his head up awkwardly to reach the thick sheath. King growled ominously. The tip of the dog's cock was already out, blunt and glistening. He pressed his face against the hot thinly furred belly and covered it with his mouth. The taste was musky and stronger by far that the taste of a man's cock. The texture of it made him gag a little. He sucked at it regardless, too traumatized to disobey. It grew in his mouth and he took what he could of it, in the position he was in.

"Work those big balls with your hand," Bo suggested, and he lifted one hand to massage King's oversized sack. The dog's growling snarls had turned into whines and pants, and the animal shifted its hindquarters the drive to kill changed to the drive to mate. The neko kept sucking, using his tongue to stroke the slimy underside of the long cock in his mouth as he might have a man's, mind gone blank of everything but following their instructions.

"That's enough. Get into position, bitch so he can mount."

The neko let the cock slide from his mouth and saw for the first time that it was mottled with black spots and leaking pre-cum. It was blunt and thick and glistening with its own natural lubrication as well as his saliva. He waited on hands and knees, legs spread wide, and it took no urging at all for King to mount, wrapping his front legs around the neko's already claw marked belly to hold him in place while he furiously searched for the neko's hole. He found it in short order and happily began thrusting.

The woodsmen were greatly entertained by this. Taking bets among themselves as to how long King might last. They cheered the dog on when he forced his knot into the neko's ass and really began pounding away. The neko knelt there, grunting softly with each thrust, eyes blank, mouth slack. He only cried a little when the dog tried to get the knot out and it wouldn't come and he dragged the neko around the room a little ways by the tender lips of his clinging anus.

They thought that hilarious and smacked whatever portion of the neko's body they could reach from their chairs as he was hauled about. When king finally popped out, Karl was fast to grab the plug and twist it into the neko's gaping hole, stopping the leakage of dog and human come from his bowels.

"Keep that dog splooge inside you all night," Karl sneered. "That way you can remember who's bitch you are while you feel it sloshing around up your shitter. Lower than a damned dog, right Hole? Say it?"

The neko could barely work the words out past his clattering teeth. "I'm lower than a dog."

He got a foot in his ribs, knocking the air out of him. "Lower than a dog, what?"

"Lower than a dog, master."

"What's your name?"

"Hole. Bitch."

"That's right. Now get your ass in your cage. We're done with you tonight."

He crawled into his cage and they locked the door. He tried to find a comfortable position to sleep with the plug stretching his insides, desperate for the release of sleep. After all, with morning, it would all start over again.