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Gerald · Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 11:34 pm Post subject: Fur farm - Part 6

THE SLAVE MEETS THE ARCTIC FOX MISTRESS - ROUND THREE
Before the shaking slave had recovered, the three mistresses dressed the poor slave boy in the first two coats that they had used to fur torture him. The slaves arms were unshackled. First, one arm of the Sable coat and then one arm of the Lynx were turned completely inside out. The Sable "fur inside arm" was placed over the prisoners unshackled right arm and then the Lynx coat was slid the same way over the left arm and then both wrists were then shackled to the furring bed. Now each of his arms were completely engulfed in rich thick furs. His upper body would get a great furring from this arrangement. And there were other great benefits. The two coats were then laid over the front of the slave, completely covering him. The coats could be opened or closed as the mistresses needs determined. The other two fur sleeves remained with the fur outside and were then laid down the front of the slave's naked body. The fur sleeves reached all the way down to, and surrounded, his erect cock, the tip of which extended a couple of inches out of the rich, thick, soft fur. The two large coat collars were then clasped together around his neck and face. Only the very top of his head could be seen. Finally, the fur eye and mouth gags were removed. The erect cock needed to be protected from the soft furring the two different fur coat sleeves were already giving it. The mistresses once again slipped the Red fox cock sheath over the slaves erect dick. The mistresses were not quite ready to begin round three. The red fox sheath and pelt were now ready to complete the deception, to fool the slave into making his first fur identity mistake. The Red fox pelt, which had been unused by the second mistress, was now slid back under the buttocks of the slave with the large fox tail, again, placed into his butt crack. The rest of the Red fox pelt was now laid out flat between the prisoners legs, extending toward his toes, but touching nothing. The furring torture was now ready to continue. The third mistress was going to present a problem for the slave to identify, and this was going to be fun for the mistresses. This mistress had very long, beautiful, thick, waist length dark red hair. She loved to torture men with her lips and soft furry hair, to make them squirm, to make them appreciate her natural beauty, her full figure, before she would have sex with them. It would be a little different for the slave. He would have to make choices, decisions, before he would be released from her loving grip. She had planned it well........ she was going to fur torture the slave. This was her speciality........ deception !
A RED FOX FUR CAN FOOL YOU - IT IS NOT WHITE !
The slave would soon find out, as he began to recover, that his cock was, once again, deeply inside the Red fox sheath, and he would know, immediately, that his but crack and balls were resting in the Red fox pelt. This time, the slave would be able to tilt his head upwards to gulp in fresh air, only to have the large combination Lynx and Sable fur collars smother him again. But the slave could not see his lower body due to the fullness of the surrounding fur collars, but he would be able to see the red haired mistress as she sat between his legs and pumped the red fox sheath surrounding his swollen cock, and when she leaned forward to french kiss him through the fur collars, her added weight would be driving his buttocks deeply into the waiting red fox pelt tail. Perfect, and very misleading ! "So, it's easy to conclude", thought the mistress, "that the name of this girl must be Mistress Red Fox!"........ and that is exactly what the mistress had planned for the slave to assume. The furred prisoner was about the make his first mistake of his morning wake up call. The red haired girl was really "Mistress Arctic Fox", and the prisoner would only learn the true type of her hidden fur coat when she was ready to show it to him, but he would be furred with it enough in the meantime to give him a fair chance to guess it's fur type. He would not be able to view the coat, until, of course, he had guessed wrong about her name. This was her little secret. As the fur smothered slave regained his consciousness, he became aware of yet "another new fur arrangement" now cloaking him. Once again, he dared not move. The red fox fur cock sheath was quickly identified by the soft furry feeling, and his butt crack confirmed the presence of the red fox pelt beneath him. The new face smothering Lynx and Sable fur collars were certainly easy to identify, but they had already been "in action" with him, so he knew he could disregard them as possible torture furs that would belong to the third mistress. He was beginning to figure things out, to make his escape from the torture furs. The sex slave now became aware that his upper body was enclosed in the rest of the Sable and Lynx coats. What really started to get to him was the soft furry feeling of his arms being totally encased within the coat sleeves. His armpits were being furred. his hands were still trapped inside the coyote mitts, his hands fully encased in the thick furs inside the mittens. He could not physically escape the furring, so he knew he would have to "outwit" those mistresses before it got too bad, make a quick identity, escape further fur torture, and he gained confidence that he would do it ! But............... The prisoner sex slave started to slowly lose control. Oh, how he hoped that this third mistress would show him mercy. He did not know that this was going to be the most thorough furring he was to receive that morning, and if he failed to correctly identify the mistress by both fur type and mistress name he knew that there would probably be one "additional step" before he was freed from his bounds and given his breakfast. He wondered what that "extra step" might be......... But where was the next mistress? He couldn't see or feel her presence. As he tilted his head up to get a fresh breath of air, he was surprised to see a naked red haired mistress kneeling over his face. Boy, was she beautiful. "Look at all that thick dark red hair" he thought to himself as her soft waist length hair encased his face. "Oh no.... she has perfumed her hair", he thought as her hair began to mix in with the soft fur collars that were around his face. Without a word spoken by the mistress, she leaned over the slaves face and gently lowered one of her large breasts onto his mouth. Her long dark red hair filling the cavity between his cheeks and the fur collars. The Arctic Fox mistress softly spoke to the prisoner "Suck my tits a little, you sexy slave. Kiss them well, for I am going to kiss you back in return. Do not cheat me, use you tongue well, suck the nipples until they become firm. If you do a good job I will treat you gently, I might take it easy on you. Understood?" The slave nodded his head and began to lick and suck the mistress's breasts. The mistress presented first one, then the other breast to him. The sex slave was doing a great job. She felt her pussy start to become wet. She began to hope that she would be the one to "win this round" if he missed her proper identification, her reward being that she would be the first mistress, that the rules allowed, to fuck this sex slave! Her red haired cunt became more wet with each passing breast kiss, until she could hold still no longer, stand it no more. She fought to remain in control of her feelings, to relinquish none of her power to the slave. She must remain in control.
The mistress, very reluctantly, pulled back her breasts from the sex slaves open mouth. Before he could close it, she placed her long tongue deeply into his waiting cavity and examined every inch of his mouth. The prisoner began to squirm, which mean that the furs enclosing his body started to tickle him, to fur him. He began to moan in ecstasy. She continued to kiss him, very gently, for another 3 minutes. The slave could hardly catch his breath between her kisses. His cock was now straining to fuck the red fox cock sheath, and his hips began to involuntarily trust both cock and balls deeper into the red fox furs he had correctly identified. The Arctic Fox mistress completed her last long kiss, and then sat up, still looking down at his hair encased face. Her hands reached down and grasped the large Lynx and Sable fur collars. The mistress gently, and very slowly, pulled the large fur collars over the slaves face. When the opening was only about an inch wide, she leaned forward and strongly thrust her tongue down into the furs, through her thick hair, and into the sex slaves mouth. This action drove both red hair, Lynx, and Sable furs into his mouth. His cock began to hurt with sensual pain as she explored his mouth for the last time before she began her fur torture. She held this kiss for about one minute, and then withdrew her tongue, leaned further back and pulled her long soft hair away from the salves face. Before the slave could completely close his mouth, the mistresses fingers found his lips, and with a firm forceful pressure, drove the edges of the fur collars into his parted lips. The slave moaned. His hips bucked. His cock leaked a little cum into the red fox sheath. His balls ached. He struggled to maintain some self control. He would name this mistress soon, in just a few seconds...... before it got worse........ The Arctic Fox mistress rose up and moved away to the corner of the vault where she had laid her White Arctic fox coat. The mistress did not plan to wear this coat. She had other plans for it's use. She placed her arms into the sleeves, which were quite large, and proceeded to grasp the large fur cuffs and to pull them back into the sleeves so as to turn the white fox sleeves inside out. She did this to both sleeves. She then walked over to the slave lay who lay moaning in the other mistresses furs, and sat down between his legs, exactly the same position as both of the other mistresses had done. The slave was not given an opportunity to see the white coat. He would "cum to regret that". She pulled her coat around her and began to spread it out over both legs of the fur prisoner. As the Arctic fox coat began to cover the slaves legs, he tried to move them out from under the coat, but the coat was much to large for him to succeed. The large collar of the white fox coat was laid directly between the prisoners legs and was placed over the red fox fur sheath covering his cock and balls. The prisoner could not feel this new fur. The red fox was still protecting him. He did not know it was there. "Perfect" she thought, "and now to continue." The mistress then reached down THROUGH the inside out left sleeve of the coat and found the red fox pelt which had been placed between his legs. She pulled the pelt upward and fully into the Arctic fox sleeve until the pelt came into view, extending out of the end of the sleeve. Next, she leaned sideways and gathered up all of her long dark red hair and pushed it down into the right sleeve of the Arctic fox coat until her hair was pilled up under the coat and laid on top of the ball sack covering the slave. Now her "fur loving' time" was about to begin. The slave had, by now, recovered from the mistress's kisses as best as he could. He lay, spread eagle, totally motionless, under the furs. His cock throbbing slightly in its red fox fur sheath, his balls straining to be released from the red fox fur sack. He could no longer see the naked mistress. He could feel her near him. He wondered what fate he would suffer next. He didn't have long to wait. The Arctic Fox Mistress leaned over the sheath covered throbbing cock and smiled. She was ready to begin. Very, very slowly.... very gently she reached down and slid the sheath off of his cock. She then released his balls from the fur sack, again very carefully, very slowly. She sat back and watched the Lynx and Sable fur coats begin to slide closed around the erect cock, causing terrific furring sensations to the prisoner. He could hold still no longer and started to move within the furs. The slave's cock started to leak small amounts of cum and the mistress then took the large Arctic fox collar into her hands and slowly encased the throbbing cock in this new unseen fur. She pushed the large collar down deeply into the lynx and sable coats, slightly pushing these coats aside to enclose the sex slaves balls, and then she totally enclosed both cock and balls into the new white arctic fox fur collar. She slowly pumped, squeezed, and twisted the large fur collar, sending tremendous jolts of ecstasy through the bound slave. The collar was so large that she could keep new, cold, parts of it on his now throbbing cock and balls, never letting them warm up the furs. She watched, delighted, that the slave was responding so well. "Oh.......", she thought, "I want to fuck this cock so badly......." The slave bucked his hips wildly, fucking the cold new furs, trying to release his cum into them, to release the pressure of the cum in his balls, but the cock ring held firm. He moaned as more of the white arctic fox collar was pushed onto his cock, and he trashed his hips again and again. The end of his cock burst out of the collar, only to be completely engulfed again by the mistresses other hand which was holding the red fox sheath . The mistress began pumping the red fox sheath up and down the entire length of his swollen love shaft. She was determined to fool the slave, for the last thing the slave would feel was that pumping red fox fur sheath. Great thinking, great deception. The mistress kept up this torture, alternating the white arctic fox collar with the red fox cock sheath until the slave passed out. The mistress then removed the fur sheath, which was the last thing he would remember, from his cock and balls allowing them to cool off in the fresh morning air. She waited for him to wake again and rejoin her in her "fur love'n world".
THE SLAVE WOULD NOW MAKE HIS MOVE...
The slave announced his return with a long slow moan. He gasped for fresh air, which he got along with more of the large Lynx and Sable furs entering his lips and mouth. What a torture. He knew he could not stand more of that so called "mystery fur". If only he could raise his head above the fur collars, if only for a second, to glimpse the furs she had used on him, but the collars surrounding his face were much to large, to big to give him a view. He lay back, resting, enjoying the freedom his cock and balls now had from those furring furs. Free at last from those fucking so called "mystery furs". The sex slave knew he had to take an educated guess as to the type of fur that had just ravished him. Since he could not see it, he began to put two and two together, to figure things out. Lets see, the mistress has long red hair, the cock sleeve and balls sack she had used were lined with red fox, and, no doubt about it, that pelt whose tail was driven up into his butt crack was red fox ! Now he had it ! He had figured it out. SWEET TALK, A WOMAN'S WAY TO LOVE The naked Arctic fox mistress kneeled forward and looked down at the recovering sex slave. "Hello Sweetie, welcome back to my world. You did a grand job of fucking the collar of my coat. Sorry that you are still unable to cum into it, but that's the way things go. I am not allowed to remove the cock ring, that is unless you complete this game without making a mistake." The mistress continued' "Maybe we can find some relief for you now. Would you like to guess my mistress name? Think you can identify my fur and me? If you are correct we will release you from your fur bonds and remove the cock ring, then the next time you fuck a fur you will be able to come into it. Your balls will be allowed to return to their normal size. Would you like that, my Sweetie?" The sex slave smiled up at the mistress face, which was still all that he could see of her over the large collars surrounding his face. Boy, she sure was a very beautiful woman. She really didn't need to use her furs, the slave thought. Her long thick hair, which had covered his face when she was kissing him, showed him that it was very soft and sexy and was all she really needed to fully torture a man. But, he reasoned, she had not used her silky hair on his cock or balls, so that probably was not her style. Oh well, lets solve the mystery and get on with breakfast, with freedom from the torture furs. The slave began to speak. "Yes mistress, I have figured you out. prepare to release me from your torture furs, Mistress Red Fox, for I have won this round also." He relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief. It was almost over, or so he thought. The mistress looked down at the sex slave, smiled and said "Well congratulations slave. You have made a gallant effort to free yourself from our furs. Are you really sure that you have identified me correctly? I will give you a chance to change your mind, that is if you choose to do so. Only one chance more." She continued; "I really do want to thank you for those wonderful kisses you gave to my breasts earlier. You really turned me on. My pussy is still wet, but I am not allowed continue the game by fucking you with that cock ring on if you win this final round. I would love to hold your throbbing cock in my ""Love Canal"". That cock ring really has you big and hard, just the way I like my men's dicks. And, of course, you can't cum, so no messes there. But the rules of fair play will be honored and you will cease to suffer from my ""fur play time"" if you state my name and fur coat type correctly. One more chance to change you mind, Sweetie. You may just win your freedom from me for today." The slave felt more sure of himself now. The mistress was not going to trick him into making a mistake. The slave replied "Well, I'm glad that you enjoyed my efforts to turn you on. It's lucky for me that I am about to be freed from these furs. I couldn't stand the feeling of having your warm pussy sucking on my cock. Those furs were bad enough." The sex slave continued; "I also thank you for NOT torturing me with that long soft red hair of yours, at least not on my cock or balls. Your hair is beautiful, very sexy, and I know that I could not stand it's torture. Thank you for sparing me from you hair. You are very beautiful, perhaps sometime in the future, when my cock has parted with this darned compressed sperm we can make real love, you know, my cock buried deeply into you. But for now, the pain in my balls is too great, so set me free! I will not change my choice, but thank you for the extra chance. " "I know who you are, Mistress Red Fox.", the slave confirmed. He had no doubts! The mistress smiled down at the slave and then settled down into a keeling position directly over his now somewhat relaxed cock. She reached under her Arctic Fox coat and checked to insure that the Red Fox pelt was properly positioned; not touching the slave's balls. She reached under the other sleeve and made sure that all of her hair was just an inch away from his balls, again not touching them. The mistress then raised the Red fox loaded sleeve and held it directly over his cock with one hand, again the furs not touching the slaves cock. She then leaned slightly forward so that her free hand could reach up to the slaves face and touch the large fur collars. With a twist of her wrist, she unfastened the latches that held the collars up against his face and gently pushed back the furs. The slave gave a smile of relief but he did not try to look at her. He thought she was starting to free him of his bonds. He totally relaxed, about to be set free from those torturing furs. The large fur collars fell away from his face. The other two mistresses had been sitting quietly near by. Both of them stood up an walked over to the prisoner. He looked up and saw that they were naked except that each of the them was wearing a very large fur muff on one arm. The Mistress Sable carried a sable muff, and the Mistress Lynx held a Lynx muff. She was also holding a small towel in her hand, one side of which was lined with very thick, dense red fox fur. "What could this be all about?" the slave thought."Probably just gathering up their things, getting ready to release me." The two mistresses released some of the tension from the shackles that connected him to the bed, They gave him some slack. Then they sat down on the fur-covered bed, Mistress Sable directly above his head, and Mistress Lynx took up a position alongside his resting body. All of the girls were smiling. The Mistress Sable said: "Here, let me cradle your head in my lap. I want you to raise up a little so I can wiggle under you." As the slave raised his head he looked into her eyes and smiled back at her. She wrapped her arms around his face and shoulders and leaned down and gently kissed him. She used her tongue to gently wet his lips, but she did not force it into his mouth. She then brought the large sable muff into position directly under his chin. This, she figured, would completely block his view until the time was right. Mistress Lynx then said; "Well, let me unlatch these two fur coats you are wearing. We won't be needing them "fur-ther". I think you need to cool off bit." (I just couldn't resist that pun.......... sorry, the author) She unfastened the Lynx from the Sable coat and let them slide down the sides of his body until the top of his body was uncovered from his neck to his toes. The two fur coats were, however, kept immediately alongside of him, and in contact with the sides of his body.