Chapter three

"Wake up, bitch!" The boot kicked him in the spine and sleep slid away like a sheet, leaving him vulnerable to the harsh light of morning. He drew back his lips, hissing a little in reflex, blinking of up one of the twins, he wasn't quite sure which, still sleep befuddled as he was.

The boot nudged his bowl of 'breakfast' outside the cage. It was less savory looking by far than what he'd had for dinner. It looked as if they'd boiled some leftover part of a kill, given the less reprehensible parts to King and mashed up the rest for him. His stomach turned over at the sight of it. Feeling considerably better than he had the previous morning, he decided he'd starve before he crouched like a dog before the hideous stuff and lapped it up. He turned his face away from it, his mouth set in a stubborn line.

The boot tapped, waiting.

"You deaf, bitch?"

Dharsha swung his head around to peer up narrowly at the woodcutter. It was Bo, he was almost certain.

"You eat it," He suggested sullenly and both Bo's red brows shot up in surprise a moment before Bo's big fist slammed into the side of Dharsha's face.

Dharsha rocked back into the cage, head spinning, tasting blood inside his mouth where cheek had torn on teeth. Before he could quite clear his head, he was being dragged out of the cage by an ankle, Bo yelling at him.

"What did you say? Did you hear what the little cunt said to me?" Bo let go his leg and kicked him, a solid connection of boot tip to balls that made lights explode behind the neko's eyes. Pain shot out from his groin to each and every point of his body. He curled around injured testicles, gasping, tears streaming down his cheeks and into his mouth.

"He thinks he's too fucking good for what we give him," Bo was still yelling. Hands yanked him up, twisting his arms back, grasping his face, biting into his jaw and forcing his mouth open. Big fingers thrust into his mouth from behind, four on each side pulling his mouth open and stretching his lips wide.

"Don't want your slop, then we'll fill your belly with something else."

He looked up frantically at Bo unzipping his pants, pulling out his limp dick and shoving the head into Dharsha's mouth. A warm stream of piss hit his tongue. Acrid and bitter it flowed down his throat and he gagged, wide-eyed and disbelieving. Bo stood there, rocking his hips very slightly as he massaged the base of his cock, milking the last drop of piss from it, then wiping the tip upon the neko's taut lips. His brother took his place, and Dharsha bucked against the hands holding him, but the grips were too strong to break. Olaf peed a good long stream, pulling out at the last moment to spatter the remaining drops upon Dharsha's face. And when they were sure he'd swallowed it all, they let him sprawl. He crawled to his knees, wiping the pee from his face, so furious that he could hardly hear past the rush of blood in his ears.

Something clattered onto the floor in front of him. A broom. He stared at it with red-tinged vision.

"Today you work while we're gone," Karl said. "There're chores that need doing and you'll see to them daily or suffer for it. King'll stay here an make sure you don't wonder off. He can take down bears, so one little neko slut won't be much of a bother for him. Over here is the scrub brush and the soap - -" Karl moved off to the indicate the cabinet where the cleaning supplies were kept, telling Dharsha what they expected accomplished. Dharsha heard almost none of it, eyes focused on the broom and the open doorway. His hands circled the wooden shaft. There was one woodsman between him and the outside.

Dharsha snarled, neko agility allowing him to bound up, crack the wooden shaft of the broom upside Bo's head and leap over his doubled form before the others quite knew what he was about. He hit the porch on the other side, leaped over the steps entirely, while Sven who was in the yard looked up in surprise. Sven made a dash at him, but the neko avoided it, sprinting for the woods. Before he quite got there the dog rushed out from behind the shed, fur bristling, lips pulled back to reveal a mouthful of deadly teeth. Dharsha skidded to a halt, his own ears flattening in instinctual fear of a more dangerous predator. He glanced left, right, looking for sure way past the dog.

Something heavy and hard impacted against his right shoulder, knocking the breath out of his lungs, sending him sprawling as his back and arm went numb from impact. A chunk of firewood tumbled to the ground next to him, hurled with great accuracy by Sven, who was pelting towards him with the others on his heels.

They fell upon him, as if he were about to get up and flee instead of lying there gasping for stolen breath. Knees in his back, hands against his neck and head, pressing his face into the dirt.

"Little bitch. Goddamned stinking piece of shit, you'll pay for that. You'll wish you were dead."

"String the little bastard up!"

They were yelling at him, Bo's voice the most strident, but all their hands and their faces unforgiving, red with anger as they caught hold of his legs and arms and hauled him up. They got to the porch and slammed him onto the boards on his belly, twisting his arms behind him and binding them wrist to elbow. They looped rope about each ankle and two of them perched on the porch railing and drew the ends of the rope up through bolt holes on either side of the steps, then jumped down and hauled him up by the ankles until he hung over the edge of the steps, head dangling a foot from the top of the porch, legs spread wide.

They said nothing then, no curses, no crude talk about the might of their sexual organs or how low he was compared to decent human men. They circled, breathing hard with rage at the disregard of their authority. Karl unbuckled his belt first, sliding it out of the loops of his pants, and slowly the others followed suit. Dharsha twisted his head, trying to see where they all were, cold, hard panic knotting his stomach.

"No. No. It was a mistake. I'm sorry - -" And the first blow hit, smacking him across the chest with a sound like a thunder clap. Dharsha gasped, and tried to curl upward into the stinging burn of leather kissed skin. Another savage blow upon his back, and another almost simultaneously across his dangling genitalia.

He screamed. And they beat him, circling and slashing at his exposed body with the supple leather of their belts. Each and every blow was a new and exquisite pain and his body danced under the assault, jerking to and fro.

He had stopped screaming by the time they stopped, voice broken and reduced to helpless sobs. They took him down and he whimpered at the touch of their hands on his abused flesh. They lay him down on the porch and bent each leg at the knee so that the heel of each foot pressed tightly against the back of his thighs, then they bound his legs that way tightly.

Olaf came out of the cabin with a look on his face that was less than pleasant. He held a piece of whittled wood up before the neko's pain glazed eyes. It was carved in the shape of a severely bent penis, with a wide flared end that was shaped like a ball the size of a lemon. Two leather straps had been attached the ball. He grasped Dharsha by the hair and lifted his head, mashing the end of the thing against his lips, forcing it between his teeth and into his mouth. It was just long enough to start to curve down the back of his throat and the ball wedged behind his teeth, jamming his jaw painfully wide. Olaf fastened the straps around the back of Dharsha's head then let it drop back to the porch. Dharsha gagged, throat trying to expel a solid object that was going nowhere. He tried to relax, to breath through his nose and let his neck muscles expand, just like when they slid their cocks down his throat. He could breath with it there, it wasn't blocking the entirety of his air passage, it just wouldn't be comfortable.

He heard the clomp of boots on the steps and could just see Sven struggling up them with something heavy in his arms. A large section of tree trunk. He dropped it with a force that made the porch boards shudder, and scooted it over to rest in front of one of the railings.

"We made something for you last night. Just in case you were bad." Karl crouched down next to him, lifting his upper body so that he could better see what Sven had brought up. The section of wood itself still had bark clinging to its surface and was perhaps big enough that a large man could just circle it with his arms. It was what protruded from the top that made the neko's eyes widen in terror. They had carved a phallus, a monstrous, bulbous protrusion that jutted perhaps twelve inches above the flat surface of the log. It consisted of three bulging sections. The topmost the size of a small woman's fist. The middle swelling to grapefruit size then tapering off before it swelled to something half again that size. It was crudely carved, not quite smoothed out yet, since they had not had the time to perfect their art before they found themselves using it.

Dharsha began to struggle, pitiful muffled noises caught in his throat behind the insidious gag. Karl and Stein lifted him between them, each taking a trussed leg and spreading his knees wide, while Sven poured a ladleful of cooking oil over the top of the phallus, smoothing it over the length of it with both hands before Karl and his brother positioned the neko's quivering asshole over the blunt tip of it.

They lowered him down upon it, Sven crouching low and shifting his position slightly so that it rested directly against the mouth of his anus. They balanced him there, and he wailed behind the gag, the entirety of his weight resting on the tender bud of his asshole. He screamed and writhed and Karl reached one hand under him, lifting him up just enough to poke a finger into his bruised hole.

"Let's open the bitch up a little," he suggested and Stein shifted his hold on Dharsha's other leg in order to slide his own thick hand under his ass and squeeze his finger in alongside his brothers'. They stretched the mouth of his hole open, getting two fingers in each and pulling him wide, and guiding him back over the tip of the phallus, this time with them holding him open, the tip went in. they pulled their fingers out and the lips of his asshole clenched around the thick bulb invading it. Once the top was it, his body settled down upon the rest of it easily enough and came up short upon the larger mid-section. They pushed him down, twisting his body and working him down upon it mercilessly. This was bigger by far than their cocks and he felt the lips of his asshole stretch impossibly thin as his body descended over the swell of the second bulb. They released their support when he had swallowed the second and come to a rest against the unbearable flare of the last one. They pulled his legs wide, fastening his knees to the porch railings, with just enough give in the rope to allow him to slide down an extra five inches when his body weight finally forced him down over that last bulb. They fastened his collar to the porch rail to keep him upright and stood back watching him sweat and twitch.

"Y'know, I'm not sure that last bit is gonna fit up in him," Olaf said crouching and bending his head to get a good look at the stretched lips of the neko's asshole.

"He'll take it," Karl seemed positive. "That hole gets stretched wide enough and he'll slide down, slick as spit." As if to prove the point Karl strode over and put a hand on the neko's shoulder, applying pressure that inched his body down onto the flare of the melon sized base of the phallus. Something gave. Dharsha felt his sphincter muscle tear and with a slow scrape of abused flesh he felt himself take the width of the base and settle, ass resting on the hard surface of the log, rectum filled, stretched beyond capacity. His body cramped as things were compressed that shouldn't be compressed, as bowels were stretched and stuffed full of uncompromising wood.

"See," Karl said, satisfied. They put a rope about his waist, looped it several times under his rips and around the belly and lower abdomen, drawing it tight and tying it off to the rail post behind his back, so that he was pressed from the outside as well as the in. He moaned, rolling his eyes in gut deep pain.

"Got one more thing to do, before we leave." Sven knelt before him, pinching his nipples, pulling and twisting until he had them aching with a pain all their own. He pulled them out taut from the neko's chest and tied a thin piece of catgut string around the base, making little fleshy balls of the pink part of the tit. He flicked them once, then leaned in to take each one in his mouth, almost caressingly.

"Nothing I like better than fat tits and by the time we get back this evening these'll be red and swollen."

They rose, moving down the steps, shouldering axes and saws.

"You just relax there, little cat," Karl said over his shoulder. "Since you don't want to work. We'll be late getting home tonight since you put late getting out to work, but ol' King'll keep watch on you. Make sure no critter comes up to the porch and tries to make you its supper. You be good now."

And he was left there, ass stretched beyond belief, throat filled with the head of a wooden cock, unable to move even a little. He couldn't even tilt his head down, when the dog came and started sniffing and licking at the blood and oil pooling under his balls, where his ass met the log, because it pressed the curve of wood against the inside of his throat painfully and cut off his air. He just sat there and whimpered, tears streaming down his face, in utter agony and waited. After all there was nothing else he could do.