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Gerald · Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 11:32 pm Post subject: Fur farm - Part 5

THE AWAKENING
In the morning, the slave was still fast asleep when 3 of the mistresses quietly opened the vault door and locked it behind them. The 3 girls sat down on the thick fur rug and surrounded the sleeping sex slave. It was time for his wake up call. Each of the girls wore a very different kind of coat. One wore White Arctic Fox, another wore Sable, and the third wore Lynx. All were full length coats with very large collars, and, just as important, very large floppy cuffs. In addition, the mistresses brought along a brown fox fur lined leather gag and separate blindfold. The next item was a pair of coyote lined large fur mittens. The last items were a large very thick Red Fox fur pelt and a combination cock and ball sack, also lined with thick Red fox fur. They, indeed, had a wake up plan for this slave. Before the slave knew who the mistresses were in the vault with him he was crushed face first into the thick fur bed covering. The blindfold was immediately placed, fur side toward him, over his eyes. The gag, once again fur side into his moaning mouth, was tied snugly. His protests began to excite the mistresses, for this was a sure sign that, although the cock ring had let him seep cum most of the night, his balls were still fully expanded. And now the "guessing game" started.
LETS A PLAY GAME, SHALL WE?
"Good morning fur slave" one of the girls said. It's time for you to wake up. Now, kind slave, we have a game for you to play with us. You must correctly identify each one of us by mistresses name and also by the type of furs we are wearing before we bring you your breakfast. Understand?" The slave moaned a "yes, I understand." through the fox fur gag. "Good" said one of the girls," lets begin to solve your personal ""identity crisis"" right now, but first, we want to make sure that you don't cheat by trying to ""feel things out"" with your hands. You will have to use all the rest of your body, and we intend to make sure that all of it is used.", was the firm reply buy the girls. The slaves hands were then slipped into the large fur lined gloves, and a draw strap was tightened about his wrists. His hands were then shackled to the furring bed. and his legs were spread apart by ankle restraints. Now, all his hands could feel was the very thick, and somewhat corse, fur which was now lodged between his each of his fingers and which "smothered" all other feelings his hands may have been able to use to help identify the mistresses. He did not know that he was going to get a good early morning "sexercise workout" weather he needed it or not.. The mistresses had rolled him onto his back. They then slipped his cock and balls into a Red Fox lined combination cock and balls pouch, just to keep him from starting early to try to identify some of the fur coats the girls were wearing. The mistresses then lifted him up by his buttocks and one of the mistresses spread out a rather large Red fox whole pelt underneath his butt crack. The pelt had a very large tail attached and the girls made sure that the tail was lined up and pressed gently into his butt crack for about one quarter of its length. As the fur entered and furred the slaves butt crack, the slave bucked his hips upwards trying to escape the invading fox fur tail. No luck, for each time the slave tired and rested his hips, the silky red fox fur tail probed deeper and deeper until the fur tail forced him to lift his hips and hold them high, aiming his cock up toward the ceiling, for as long as he could to attempt to resist the furring penetration. His hips were arched up very nicely, each thrust allowing the Red Fox pouch furs slipped around his cock and balls to "do their Magic". The furs "furred" him on every trip "up", and literally drove him back down and, once again, into the fox fur tail on the bed below him. He was trapped between "furs and a hard place" (if you will kindly excuse the pun). One of the mistresses grabbed the fox fur cock sheath and gently pumped it, twisting it, squeezing it, releasing it until the slave cried out in sexual pain. His balls were, once again, totally loaded with cum. The slave could not escape the furring torture. His cock was on fire from the sensations. He would do anything to get himself out of this predicament, including playing their silly game.
THE SABLE MISTRESSES MORNING GREETING - ROUND ONE
Then they slipped the Red Fox pouch off of his throbbing cock. He was allowed to rest for a moment before the "guessing game " began in earnest. The first girl, the one wearing the Sable coat, kneeled between the slaves spread legs and then slowly lowered herself gently, and very softly, onto the slave. The prisoner squirmed as best he could, trying to evade the smothering Sable furs which now covered him from neck to toes. The "Sable Girl" lowered her head to the fox fur gag and gently slipped her long tongue into his mouth through the slit provided. The slave squirmed. This total body furring he was getting to him, was blowing his mind. The "Sable girls" tongue worked it's magic, and within 3 minutes the slave was bucking fiercely, trying to blow his cum wad past the cock ring. Only a slight amount of leakage passed through, and this was immediately absorbed into the furs surrounding his rock hard cock. After 10 more minutes of the Sable coat furring, the mistress rolled off her prisoner, kissing him as she moved her furring coat off of his body, which was shaking badly. "Tell us, kind slave, the name of the mistress you were just kissing, and what kind fur was she wearing?" softly asked the girls. There was no immediate answer from the gasping slave, who was still trying to gain control of himself. He was silenced by the brown fox furring gag and still blinded by the fur lined blinders. "Ok, big boy, here is a little help" said the "Sable girl". She then kneeled once again between his legs, being very careful not to touch him in any way as she got into position. "Sable girl" then took each hand and, grabbing the large fur cuffs of her coat, pulled the cuffs inside the end of each sleeve, inverting the fur, forming a total fur tunnel, kind of an inside out muff, through which her hands and arms now extended. Again, being very careful not to let any of the fur touch the slave, the "Sable girl" slid back the large cuffed sleeves halfway up both of her arms. Then she reached out with her bare right hand and gently grasped his long throbbing cock by it's base, gently holding it straight upwards, gently squeezing it. Only her right hand could be felt by the slave. She then slid her left hand under his balls, gently supporting them, holding them slightly upward, and out of the Fox Pelt below. The slave moaned, and was sorry he did so because the fox fur gag immediately filled his mouth, again, with fur. But at least some kindness was being shown to him by this mystery mistress. "Sable Girl" continued to hold his "love machine" in her hands, gently stroking the slaves cock and balls. But, what the slave could not see was that, with every stoke, with every caress, each of the "slid back" coat arms were now slowly sliding back down the mistress Sables arms. Suddenly, the slave froze. The inverted "fur inside" sable cuff on her left hand was starting to come into contact with the slaves balls through her gently messaging fingers. He arched his back violently, trying to escape the "magic touch" of that unseen large fur cuff that was starting to enclose his aching balls. The Sable mistress said; "I want to you to stay perfectly still, my slave. I want to caress you with my hand. Do not move! Please just let me hold and pet you. I love the feel of your ""Love Machinery"" and I will be very gentle". He tried to hold still, but he could not. That sudden thrust was his undoing. As he lurched upwards, the left hand of the mistress was suddenly engulfed in cool sable fur, and she then drew his balls deeply into the inside of the fur cuff. Now the slave really arched his hips upward and tried to hold his cock away from the engulfing furs now furring his balls. Too bad for him. That was another wrong move ! The slave had disobeyed the Sable mistress order to hold still. That upward thrust finally slid the right hand Sable cuff fur down around the mistresses hand which was, by now, firmly holding the cock by it's base. This meant that the "sable fur inside cuff" immediately, and totally, engulfed his cock in the softest fur the slave could imagine. The slave prisoner, trying to back out of the now surrounding Sable fur cuff, once again did the wrong thing.... made the wrong move.... he drove his hips even more deeply back into the fur that was engulfing his balls. This action also caused the fox pelt tail deeper into his but crack. The Sable Mistress said, "Well, I told you to hold still, but if that's the way you want to play this game then you might as well loose the protection of my caressing hands. I was giving you a break, Mister, and apparently you thought you didn't need it. If you can't follow my instructions then you are on your own." "Well, here is your fur, slave. Fuck these cuffs well !" and with that statement, she retracted both of her arms back inside each of the sleeves, allowing all of the slaves cock and balls to become totally engulfed into the soft, thick, furriest part of the inverted "fur inside" cuffs. The slave felt the mistress Sables hands reach back down inside the the arms, grasp the outside of the inverted cuffs and grab both his cock and balls through the thick fur cuffs. The mistress then very gently stroked the slaves "love machine" until be bucked hard, trying to release his cum, and then he passed out. Once again, the slave could not get his cum past that darned cock ring, and the Sable furs were able to work their total magic without so much as a drop of cum leaking into them. "Sable girl" released her torture fur grip, leaned back against the wall and laughed at the now trembling slave. The first words he muttered through the fox fur gag were "Mercy, Mercy, please no more Sable furs". Round number one was now over. He had guessed correctly about the furs. He knew there were more to come, but probably the worst was no over, for nothing could be worse than Sable fur cuffs, now could it?
SLAVE MEETS THE LYNX FUR MISTRESS - ROUND TWO
There was no discussion necessary. The next mistress, wearing the lynx coat, took her position between the outstretched legs of the prisoner. The other mistresses knew exactly what to do. The "Sable mistress", once again, dunked the slaves balls deeply into the fox cock sheath. Once again, the slave bucked his hips violently upward.... just what the "Doctor Ordered". In less than 10 seconds, while the "sable mistress" continued to torture the prisoners balls, the Large Lynx coat was drawn into the space beneath the slave created while he fought to fuck deeply into the fox cock sheath. The fox butt crack furring pelt was removed and laid alongside the victim. Now the fun was to start again ! The prisoner was just about ready. The Lynx coat had been placed beneath the prisoner in a very unique way. The bottom of the long coat was placed directly under the shoulders of the slave with the large and long arms of the coat extending down between his legs toward his toes. The large Lynx collar lay in a mound under the out stretched prisoner's legs, creating a large fur pillow directly beneath the balls of the prisoner.
The slave prisoner was still trying to fuck the cock sheath held in the hand of the mistress, and so he had no idea of the "coat arrangement" that is until, suddenly, the fur sheath was lifted of his swollen cock. The red fox fur torture was over. The sex slave continued to hold himself upward into the air, fearing that the butt crack fox tail would be lurking beneath him should he attempt to relax his hips. His cock pointed at the ceiling of the vault, free of all fur. Slowly, the Lynx fur coat beneath the slaves shoulders began to move, to be wrapped around him. The fox fur blinders were still in place, so only his chest and arms knew something was happening. Slowly, ever so slowly, the large Lynx coat surrounded his chest, then his stomach, then lower, but never touching his upright cock. As the fur coat was wrapped around the prisoner, the clasps were closed, locking the slaves body inside the furring coat. What softness! And his cock was still untouched! A great time for a break from the furs, but remember that the fox fur blind did not allow him to see "the entire arrangement". The slave felt the warmth of hot breath on his cock. He knew that one of the mistresses was holding her lips very close to his penis. Suddenly, the slave felt the lick of a tongue, the kiss of soft lips directly on the end of his erect cock. A sucking? he knew he could never stand the warmth of a mistress lips with all that cum stored inside his swollen balls. Now what should be do? The prisoner began to tire from holding his hips upward and he slowly started to lower his cock and balls toward the hidden mound of Lynx fur collar and sleeves. The slave felt another lick on his cock, he trust backward suddenly, and in the process buried his balls into the waiting Lynx collar. Before he could trust his balls out of the fur, the two out stretched sleeves of the Lynx coat were thrown upward and forward by the mistress, towards his face, completely trapping his rock hard cock between the two sleeves of thick soft Lynx fur. The prisoner once again tried to retract his cock away from the furring it was now getting from the lynx sleeves, but this buried his balls even deeper into the Lynx collar. Before there could be any more movement on the part of the slave, the mistress who had been sitting between his legs fell forward onto the fur encased slave, holding the lynx fur sleeves between her large breasts, and entrapping the slave's cock between the furs and her tits. The rest of the coat was now latched together and this formed a large fur "diaper" around the slaves middle and lower body. The slave was now trapped inside the closed coat. The prisoner couldn't hold still. Way too much fur was wrapped around him now for any attempt at relief. So, the slave did the next best thing... He froze absolutely still, did not move a muscle hoping that the furring torture would subside, but the mistresses bobbing breasts moved the furs surrounding the prisoner's cock. The torture continued... the slave fought to remain still... after all, that was what she had wanted him to do earlier, to hold still, so maybe it would help him find some small relief now. The Lynx mistress slowly lowered her lips to the unmoving cock, the end of which was protruding upwards out of the Lynx coat fur sleeves and collar. What a great target she thought, holding perfectly still, ready for my deep throat moves. With that said, she dropped her pouting lips around the waiting cock, drove her lips all the way to the base of the cock and sucked a powerful suck, locking her mouth to the throbbing cock and then she held perfectly still for as long as she could, letting her hot warmth penetrate deeply. As she withdrew to catch her breath she held the fur sleeves in her hands, and as the shaft of the slave's cock became exposed from her mouth, she enclosed the erect member deeply into the soft fur. That was the way it was to continue, sucking, deep throat, holding perfectly still, and then complete encirclement with the Lynx furs using a pumping action by the mistress hands. The slave screamed, unable to protect himself, and once again, his mouth was filled with gag fur. A little slow to learn, isn't he? But he still held perfectly still, suffering greatly. And the Lynx mistress was very good with her tongue. The prisoner was soon begging for mercy again and the mistress decided to give it to him, some mercy, that is. She did this by alternating her cock sucks with some really deep throat kisses, which were, once again, delivered to the slave through the slit opening of the fox fur mouth gag. After all, if she was busy kissing his mouth, then his cock was getting a break. That's a break isn't it? Of course it is. But that fur just kept "furring along" and his balls continued to swell, and his muffled cries began to get serious. The slave could take no more. He trusted his cock and balls madly about, trying to escape her loving mouth and tongue. But his trusting to avoid her hot mouth caused him to move through the Lynx collar and sleeve furs. The torture was to great for him. He then thrust hips upwards and held still with his cock pointing upward, toward the ceiling. The mistress thanked him for holding still then lowered her mouth and lips to his cock and deeply sucked the upright dick into mouth and waiting tongue again! "Please, please Lynx Mistress, spare me from more of your Lynx fur torture." he begged. Well, round two is just about over ! The slave had identified, correctly, the type of fur, but he made a mistake! He had begged for relief from the furs, but what about her lips? Oops, down went her head, her lips sucking in the cock, her tongue doing circles around his swollen shaft. The slave tried to withdraw, as he always had, and now it was he himself who was causing the furring of his own balls by trying to escape that waiting, sucking mouth. The slave tried to say the words "please stop", but the sucking was too intense, without letup. He got very dizzy again, his cock leaking cum into her waiting lips. When the mistress was satisfied that she had sucked out all the cum that could escape past the cock ring she released his cock from her hot wet lips. The trembling slave had dropped his hips downward into the soft lynx furs, finally submitting, giving into them. He panted to catch his breath as the mistresses softly kissed his body. The slave had survived the torture intact again. Oh well, a little rest and only one more mistress to identify, and a breakfast meal would be his...