Chapter two

Dharsha woke to a boot prodding his leg. Hard. And stared blurrily up at the face of one of his master's looking down at him through the top of his cage. The door was open and there was a bowl of gruel on the floor outside.

"Breakfast, bitch." Olaf said.

Dharsha moaned, the bone deep aches beginning to make themselves known. Even without movement, his ass throbbed with pulsing pain. His jaw felt as if he'd taken several fists to it.

"I said move."

Dharsha tried, pushing himself up on trembling arms, groaning at the stiff limbs and the ache of lying on the grill bottom of the cage. He whimpered at the burn in his ass, at the scrape of dried, crusty residue between raw cheeks. He made it halfway out the cage to the bowl, which was filled with marginally less disgusting contents than yesterday. The remains of their breakfast. He hadn't the strength to fight it this morning, his mind still half in fog. His arms barely had the strength to hold him up as he lowered his face to the bowl and began to lap the lumpy gruel up.

"Gotta pee? Shit?" Olaf asked and Dharsha realized that part of the pain in his gut was an overfull bladder. He nodded numbly, and the red haired woodsman nodded, taking leather leash from the wall above the cage and attaching it to the ring in the neko's collar.

Dharsha looked up at him, not quite understanding, never in his year of slavery having been forced quite so thoroughly into the role of animal, even though his masters had accused him of being one.

"On all fours, bitch, until you learn your place among men."

Sven, who was the only other woodsman in the cabin moved a few steps closer, crossing his brawny arms and adding his threatening stare to Olaf's.

Olaf yanked on the leash, and the neko hadn't a choice but to follow, painfully, on hands and knees. Out onto the porch and down the steps, which were hard to navigate on all fours and harder still with his body crying out at each elongated movement.

The others were out there, with their lumberjack equipment and sacks that probably contained their lunches, ready to head off into the woods for a day's work. Which would mean leaving him alone, the notion of which flooded him with relief.

"Go on. Piss." Olaf instructed and made him do on all fours, without reaching back and touching his cock, which resulted in pee spattering on his legs and arms as well as the ground beneath him. It burned a little coming out, no doubt due to their rough handling of his cock and balls last night. The dog padded over while the last of the urine leaked out, and sniffed around, growling a little deep in its throat.

"That's right, King." Karl strode up and patted the dog on its broad head. "You keep a close eye on this little cat. Watch, you hear?"

The dog growled some more, eyeing Dharsha balefully, before it stuck its big nose between his legs, inhaling his scent. The neko, while not particularly afraid of dogs, having only met a few in his young life, was not however prepared for the tongue of one lapping across his genitals. He started, trying to scoot away, and got a boot in the ribs for his efforts. He dropped down, gasping, holding his side, lying in the grass in his own pee while Olaf kicked apart his legs and encouraged King to investigate thoroughly. King's tongue squirmed between his buttocks, eagerly licking clean last night's leavings. Crusted come and blood and fresh urine. The neko sobbed quietly, shutting his eyes against the humiliation.

"Damn, but ol' King's got a boner for the cat." Olaf exclaimed, apparently delighted by this discovery.

"King's gets a boner from most anything." Sven laughed.

"Come on, boys." Karl said. "Put the bitch back in his cage. We got work to do."

Olaf tugged on the leash, and Dharsha pushed himself up to hands and knees, crawling after as fast as his battered body would allow. Back in the cage and Olaf locked it and pocketed the small key. King padded into the cabin and settled down by the heath, the door shut and the woodsmen were gone.

Dharsha sat for a long time, huddled in a knot against the back of the cage, then tentatively he crept forward, testing the door. It was solid. The whole pen was built to handle an animal much stronger than him. When he rattled the door too hard, King bounded up, stalking over with short fur stiff on his back, growling warning. Under the dogs floppy jowls were very long, sharp teeth. On hands and knees, the neko's shoulders were a good hands width shorter than the big dog's. He backed to the far side of his pen, drawing his legs up, pressing his face to his knees in misery. Eventually, the dog circled and lay down, outside the cage, a wary eye on the neko's movements inside it.

The fire had guttered out and the cabin grown cool with late evening by the time the woodsmen returned home. They had put in a grueling day and it showed in the slow movements as they cleaned their tools and pulled boots off aching feet. Their talk was muted, only gaining a degree of animation once they'd brewed coffee and relaxed for a meal of pan bread and onions fried with smoked strips of meat.

Dharsha sat in his cage and watched them balefully, having regained a good deal of his spirit as the worst of the aches faded from his body. King got the best of the scrapes and then scratched at the door to be let out. Dharsha got the remnants of the pan bread that had scorched a little on the bottom of the skillet. It was the best meal he'd gotten yet, here, so he cleaned the bowl without gagging and slurped water from the dish they'd put down next to it. He had to pee again, and worse yet, after a day and a half, he had other bodily waste to expel.

He asked, sullenly to be allowed, and Olaf who seemed to enjoy walking him like beast leashed him once again and led him outside. He was led further away from the cabin this time, towards the back where there were numerous piles of dogshit in various stages of decomposition. It was hard to see in the dark of early night where it was safe to crawl and where not. King trotted around to investigate the invasion of his own personal territory, sticking his nose under Dharsha's tail again and rooting around before Olaf shooed him off and ordered Dharsha to get on with it. He was made stay on all fours like before. Peeing was easy. Olaf's and King's observation made it harder and much more embarrassing to do the other. But the cramp in his belly from almost two days not having voided his bowels was too insistent to ignore. He spread his legs wider to keep from dirtying them, crouched back, strained and finally managed to defecate. King immediately had his nose to it, sniffing furiously. He growled a little, then circled round and lifted his leg, peeing on Dharsha's leg.

Dharsha gasped, ears flat with indignation, even as Olaf laughed uproariously. "Look at him marking his territory. Ain't no question which one o' you is the Alpha male, huh, bitch?" Then he yanked on the leash and got Dharsha crawling back around to the front of the cabin.

"Stop there, you filthy bitch." Olaf ordered, dropping the leash and the neko did, hanging his head, mortally shamed. His brother Bo and Sven had come out onto the porch and leaned against the railing to smoke. King padded around and stuck his nose in Dharsha's ass again and he dug his fingers into the grass in impotent fury, skin flinching in revulsion as the big tongue rasped across his dangling balls.

"Peed all over himself again." Olaf explained to his friends, and Bo stubbed his smoke out on the porch rain and padded down the steps to join his brother. Olaf got a bucket of water from a rainwater trough at the edge of the cabin, and unceremoniously dumped the cold stuff onto the neko's back. His tail thrashed about and his ears flattened. Another bucket over his head and shoulders and he sputtered in indignation. The twins took scrub brushes to his skin, hard bristles rasping across sensitive flesh and they left no crevice unscrubbed. Between his legs, under his arms, his cock and balls, the soles of his feet, all of him was thoroughly and brutally cleansed until his skin was pink and inflamed from their attentions. They toweled him off and made him crawl back up the steps and inside.

All the way to the bearskin rug he was led, then Olaf dropped the leash next to him and stepped back, leaving the neko on all fours in the middle of the rug, the central focus of five sets of hungry eyes. He stared at the fur between his hands, ears flat and tail twitching nervously, waiting for whatever was to come. He didn't know if he could survive another ordeal like last night.

"Neko." A soft, deep voice called, and he looked up at Karl sitting across from him, big finger crooked in summons. He glanced around quickly to see where the others were. Some were sitting, some standing, all intent on him.

Karl leaned forward when he didn't move immediately and asked. "Do you want the switch to your ass again, neko?"

"No." he mouthed the word.

"Then you jump when you're told to, understand?"

He understood that he was tired and that he couldn't fight them all. There might be a chance at escape, but this wasn't it. He crawled forward, between Karl's spread knees and Karl unfastened his trousers and pulled out his half hard cock. It was already thick and long and not even yet fully engorged. Karl pushed his pants down far enough to free his large balls, then rested his hands on the arms of the chair and inclined his head to Dharsha.

"Make it good."

Dharsha edged closer, lips trembling, and opened his mouth to take the tip of it. A little pearl of precome smeared on his tongue, but he'd swallowed enough of it last night that the taste was unremarkable. He swished his tongue across the underside of Karl's cock and felt it swell considerably in his mouth. He took a few more inches into his mouth, and the tip brushed the back of his throat. He backed off, gagging a little and sucked on the fat head.

"No," Karl said. "Learn to take it all or suffocate, little hole." He grasped Dharsha's soft furred ears and dragged his face into his crotch. The cock slid down his spasming throat and into his esophagus, he choked, panic making his throat tighten down, and Karl gasped in pleasure as his cock was squeezed tight in the oral channel. He let Dharsha back off, till the tip of it was just tickling his tonsils, then shoved it back down.

Dharsha struggled to relax his throat, to draw in precious air though his nose. He hardly noted the man positioning himself at his back until his buttocks were being pried open and a fat cock lubed with nothing more than pre-come and spit nudged at his rear opening. Karl pressed his face tight against his hairy crotch as the man behind him punched through the protesting ring of muscle at his ass, burying himself deep in one cruel stroke while Dharsha made muffled little squealing sounds against Karl's belly.

Karl let him have a little air, let him suck on the head for a minute or two, directing how he liked it done, where he wanted Dharsha's tongue, all the while a man he couldn't see was bruising his insides from the other end.

Karl pulled him down again and the cock slid into his throat a little easier this time, as Dharsha's focus began to blur a little. The man behind him finished before Karl did, filling his bowels with hot come, and another moved in to take his place and Dharsha moaned and sucked and they made jokes about what a little slut he was, and how much he liked it, when all that was really happening was that he was dying a little inside.

Karl's nuts tightened under his chin, the man's fingers hurting his ears as his hands fisted, pressing Dharsha's face into his crisp pubic hair. His cock began spasming, throbbing in the neko's throat as it shot load after load of salty come into his stomach.

When Karl was done, whatever man was behind him pulled him backwards by the hips, cock still buried deep inside him. Dharsha rested his face on the fur, glassy eyed, gap mouthed, a tiny trickle of white trickling over his bottom lip. More cream gathered in his bowels, leaking out as the man withdrew and dribbling down his balls, a warm, sticky trail.

The other two had him, but were quick about it, exhausted by their long day's labor. No one had seconds, and he was allowed back in his cage afterwards. He lay exhausted and trembling, body throbbing, but it had not been as torturous ordeal as the night before. They had not wrung every ounce of endurance from him, leaving him mindless and limp as before.

After they had retired to their bunks, and their snores filled the cabin, he lay awake, seething. Imagining violent deaths for them all at his hands or at the very least, imagining himself well free of them and his own master again. Eventually as the fire guttered, sleep took him.