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Gerald · Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 11:35 pm Post subject: Fur farm - Part 7 (last)

THE COST OF BEING WRONG - THE SLAVE PAYS THE PRICE
Mistress Sable then said; "Well, you have done a good job today, but we are happy to announce that you made a mistake. Yes, things are not always as they seem to be. Now, I'm going to move my sable muff a little to the side. Are you ready to see your mistake? Mistress Arctic Fox, are you ready? "Mistress Arctic Fox? Who is she? Where did she come from? I thought that there were only three of you. Right?" said the slave. "Yes", the mistress replied, "there are only three of us." Mistress Arctic Fox said, very softly "Well, hello slave. Raise you head and look at my furs." "You must like red fox fur a lot because you were so sure of yourself. Yes, I spared you from becoming wrapped in my hair, but that was only part of my deception. Actually, I most enjoy torturing men with my hair wrapped around their cocks, and especially when my hair is inside of muffs or fur coat sleeves, fur flings, or one of my many fur hats. Can you imagine what my hair is going to feel like as it closes around your cock and balls? Think about that for a minute, my ""cum king"". Look at me, Sweetie, and watch me fur you as you deserve to be furred, to make fur love to you, and real love to you too ." With that statement, the Mistress Lynx moved her muff alongside the slaves face on the side opposite the Sable muff. Both of the mistresses then started furring the slaves face, ears, and upper body with their muffs. The slaves head was now pushed and held upward, cradled in Mistress Sable's naked lap. He looked down at the girl kneeling between his legs. He gasped a breath when he saw the large Arctic Fox sleeve poised directly above his cock. He stared at the Red Headed mistress. She spoke softly to him saying "Sorry slave, but my fur is arctic fox and my mistress name is Arctic. Now, are you still interested in Red Fox? Well, my friend, you are going to get both the red AND my arctic fox at the same time. Just take a look at my left sleeve. And while you're at it, take a look at the right sleeve, which is filled with my hair. You will take turns fucking each of these sleeves in preparation for the main event, so hold on to your cum, Sweetie, lets see how big your cock can really get!" The slave could not believe it, but that changed as the Mistress Lynx reached down and pulled the large arctic fox coat up and over his naked body. The bottom of the coat was pulled up and under his chin, so that he could view, WAS FORCED to view, everything. His head was firmly held in place. The ends of each sleeve were held directly above his cock not touching it. And the fur and hair filled sleeves were in the hands of Mistress Arctic Fox. All was ready.
RED FOX FUR, LONG RED HAIR, AND THE ARCTIC FOX SLEEVES - MEET MR. COCK
Mistress Arctic fox slowly slid the sleeve with the red fox pelt inside down over his hard stiff cock. She pulled up on the red fox pelt as the White fur sleeve bottomed out, covering his cock and balls completely. By pulling softly upward on the red fox pelt, the mistress forced the tail even deeper into his butt crack while the pelt lifted the slaves balls even deeper into the fur sleeve. The mix of both white and red fox furs was astounding to the slave. He thrashed about, trying to get his cock out of the furs, but every move he made only made things worse. Mistress Arctic fox increased the rhythm and the speed of the squeezing, pumping sleeve, moving downward with a relaxed hand, and the gently squeezing the furs into the sex slaves cock and swollen balls with each upward stoke. Pumping, pumping, pumping away, smiling at him, never losing eye contact.......... The cum started leaking from the slaves cock. The slave moaned and moaned. This pleased the fur mistress, as she knew that the slave was now getting the full impact of the soft fur mix inside the sleeve. His balls grew even larger as the furs continued their furring work. The mistress never allowed the cock to fully leave the fur sleeve, not even for one second. The fur torture was continuous, never relenting, ever pumping, always tickling.... very complete... furring......furring.... Every time the slave jerked,........ he moaned. Mistress Sable now held the sable muff over his mouth. Each time he opened his lips, she pushed some of the fur inside his mouth. He struggled to breathe, the furs entering his nose, his ears. He was now completely dominated. He trust his cock ever deeper into the fur sleeves as his balls began to expand even more, the skin stretched very tightly. Trust, retract, and trust again, over and over.... until he fainted. As the slave came too, he realized just how tortured he was, but he still had two more things to endure.
AND NOW IT'S HAIR APPRECIATION TIME, LOVER BOY
As he awoke, the red fox lined sleeve was lifted up and off of his cock and balls. Mistress Arctic Fox grabbed his cock with her hand by it's base and lifted gently upward, blew on it to cool it, to settle him down a bit. With her other hand she picked up the sleeve which was filled with her soft long dark red hair. She blew the slave a kiss, and then very slowly, began to lower the hair filled fur sleeve down over his cock, stopping, raising up a little, down more, up a little, down again, teasing.......teasing....teasing.....finally burying both cock and balls in the mix of arctic fox fur and long soft dark red curls. He squirmed and squirmed, and each time he moved, the arctic fox coat enveloped him more and more. Here long silky red hair drove him nearly insane. Pump, pump, pump, leak, more leakage, more leakage yet as the cum tried to escape the onslaught of white fur and red hair. The sable muff was replaced with the lynx muff to smoother his cries, the long furs reaching deep into his parted lips, caressing his tongue. All this time the red fox pelt tail was being driven deeper, ever deeper, into his but crack... until he could stand it no longer. The slave starting sobbing. The cum pressure had reached his the maximum limit. The stretched skin of both cock and balls was completely engulfed in the fur and hair mix, his cock leaking profusely. He let out a scream, indicating that he could take it no longer, and the sleeve was slowly, very reluctantly, lifted off of his cock. The sex slave fell back into the waiting arms of mistress Sable, who leaned down and drove her tongue deeply into his mouth. Mistress Lynx placed her muff under the salves balls and began to gently caress them. She took his throbbing cock into her mouth and deep throat'ed it, sucking out as much of the cum leakage as the cock released. She continued to hold it in her mouth, gently twisting her head, sucking, sucking, sucking on his "Love machine". Once again, the slave passed out, his throbbing cock swallowed by Mistress Lynx, his furred balls on fire with pain.
THE CUMMING
Mistress Arctic Fox stood up and pulled her hair out of the sleeve. She left the red fox tale stuffed under the slaves buttocks and draped the rest of the pelt over his stiff cock. She then reversed the sleeves and put on her coat. She then laid down on top of the poor slave and inserted just the very tip of his throbbing cock into her wet pussy. She rested there until the slave recovered. The stage was set for the final act. As the prisoner regained his senses, he looked into the eyes of the beautiful face directly in front of him. Mistress Arctic fox had her fur covered arms wrapped around the slave's neck, and her hair was draped over the slaves face. Her tongue darted quickly into and out of his mouth, teasing him. She started a small pumping action with her hips, her pussy gently sucking on the end of his cock. The slave was afraid to move, else the pussy would consume him and her torture would be too much for him to stand. Suddenly, his balls were sucked into the mouth of Mistress Lynx, who had positioned herself lying down between the slaves legs. She trust her lynx muff up against the exposed portion of his cock. At the same time, the slave felt a tongue enter his right ear. This was Mistress Sable "getting to know him" better. Mistress Arctic fox then stuck her tongue into his other ear and started to move her pussy more and more. He tried to cry out, but mistress Sable jammed her muff back into his face, pushing the fur into his open mouth. With each movement of her hips, the Mistress Arctic fox drove her tongue back into his ear while her pussy sucked more an more of his cock deeply into her. She started making small circles around his pulsing cock, fucking him very gently. Suddenly she raised up and, in one long deep thrust, she sat down firmly on his cock, taking it all the way into her throbbing pussy. His balls were now fully sucked into Mistress Lynx mouth and her tongue worked over every inch of the stretched skin of his balls. Mistress Sable then removed her tongue from his ear, wrapped his head in the muff, and stuck her tongue deeply into his mouth, silencing him. There was no escape. The kissing and fucking continued for about one half hour. The slave was being totally tortured, a steady stream of cum leaking out of his cock. Mistress Arctic fox stopped pumping the throbbing cock. She held it in her pussy, buried as deeply as she could get it inside her, while the flicking tongues of the other two girls tortured the slaves mouth and balls. On a signal from Mistress Arctic Fox, she raised completely up and off of his cock. Mistress Lynx kept the slaves balls in her mouth and drew a strong vacuum on them. She reached up with her hands and removed the cock ring. The slave could still not cum due to her strong vacuum keeping the cum inside of his balls. Mistress Arctic Fox then plunged the slaves cock back into her pussy, sucking it all the way inside of her and started squeezing his cock with her strong vaginal muscles. The slave now knew that it was now impossible to cum due to the vacuum... if only the sucking action on his balls would stop. Mistress Arctic fox now started fucking his cock with a strong pumping action. Each time the shaft of his cock was exposed, the lynx fur muff caressed it. This went on until mistress Arctic fox had cum two more times. She then told mistress Lynx to release the vacuum, and instantly, the slave's balls started releasing cum into the pumping pussy. The cock spurted into Mistress Arctic Fox until his balls were empty. Each time the cum ran down his throbbing love shaft, the mistress laying between his legs wiped his balls dry with that red fox towel she was seen holding. Now the slave knew what that towel as for. What a way to find out! The slave had now lost any control he may have mustered, and he slumped back down into the furs, totally exhausted. But, Mistress Arctic fox continued to fuck him until he eventually "came" two more times, and each time he "came" the leaking cum was wiped up, absorbed into the now soaked red fox fur towel.. Now he could have his breakfast. Lynx Mistress buried his head into her pussy and came into his mouth. Then Mistress Sable did the same thing, forcing the slave to lick her thrashing pussy completely dry from her juices. The slave was released from his bondage. The door to the vault opened and the rest of the mistresses entered the room, carrying food to the sex slave. He was allowed to eat unmolested. He was taken to the bathroom, was showered, etc. The slave was then dressed in a pair of black leather shorts, completely void of any more fur. He would be allowed to rest until later the next day.
MAKING A WRONG TURN -THE ELECTRIC CHAIR
The slave was awakened, fed breakfast, and was allowed to get more sleep and rest the rest of the morning of this new, bright cold winter day. He really began to feel good, being fully rested. He took a long warm bath, relaxed, and started reading a book about furs that he had been given. My goodness, he really did feel better. Perhaps he could continue on his business trip soon. He knew that, no matter what may follow, these girls were not going to hurt him. He new they were just playing with him, playing some mid-winter game and the worst just had to be over. Now that his balls were back to normal all would be well. And all of the mistresses had been very nice to him the whole morning. Later that afternoon the slave had been allowed to take a short walk, BUT he had wandered into a RESTRICTED AREA. He was grabbed by the mistresses and dragged into the room. The name on the door was "INTERROGATION". His leather shorts were removed and he was now, once again, completely naked. The prisoner was tied securely, the tight fur lined leather straps held him very immobile in this large wooden oak chair in the middle of the cell-like chamber. A dim light hung over him. All else was dark. The mistress wore my very large fox fur coat. She carried a large fur muff in her hands, and a fur fling was thrown around her neck. She was beautiful. "Please do not speak till I ask you to. This part of your experience is not a game! You entered our restricted area without MY permission. Therefore you are to be treated as a trespasser. You are now MY prisoner!" You may try to escape your fate, but that will only make things even worse for you. Escape from ME is virtually impossible. The rest of those mistresses were treating you too nicely, and you over stepped your bounds. You should have stayed out of MY territory. What could you have been thinking? Are you just plain stupid, or is there more to you than we suspected? I intend to find out, get to the real truth this time! " THE CHAIR "Sorry if this big old arm chair is uncomfortable! Is that fox tail fur up your butt far enough? Go ahead, squirm all you like. Here, squirm into this...." The mistress pressed a soft fur pelt onto his cock and balls, rubbing it gently, squeezing it, and watching his reaction. His cock started to get a little hard.
QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS
The mistress rolled some sort of machine oven in front of the slave. From within an attached bin, she pulled out a long hose, which resembled a vacuum cleaner hose. There was a 10 inch tube on the end, where, ordinarily, there would have been a cleaning brush. The tube was about 4 inches in diameter. The mistress stuffed a beaver fur cock sheath into this tube. The end of the cock sheath was open, not closed. As the slave was to find out, this would allow any cum that escaped his balls and cock to he "vacuumed away", and into a small plastic jar located about half way down this hose. "Now you trespasser, I'll get your attention. Look at this, what is it?" "I don't know.", replied the slave. She then pushed the fur-lined tube over the slave's dick. "Nice erection you are going to have, my dear." said the mistress. He wiggled a little this way and that. But superman couldn't get out of this chair. "Let's try a little vacuum, shall we?", she asked. The mistress punched a button then turned a dial to "low". The sound of the machine resembled a vacuum cleaner running on "low". In fact, that is just about what it was. The slaves cock was pulled outward, gently stretched, down deeper and into the fur lined tube. He shook, gasped, and whined. "Oh! That's just a little teasing. If you don't tell me that you are a spy you're in big trouble." She pushed another button, and the machine started pulsing the vacuum, never holding it steady. He screamed. He explained that he was just taking a short walk and got lost and had wandered into her restricted area by mistake. He said that he was sorry. "Your lying to me.", she responded. She turned the suction up higher. He shook violently, his back arched, trying to throw the tube off of his cock. But he could move very little. "Really, just a little walk you were taking?", was all she asked. She stopped the suction, replaced the beaver fur with a coyote fur cock sleeve, and turned the machine on again. "I'm a cock worshiper. I love to see really big, long, cocks. Maybe this machine will help you ""grow"" a little. When you are about to cum, you must tell me. I don't want you messing up any of my fur cock sheaths! Failure to tell me means that I will get out my cattle prod, and I don't think you're going to like getting shocked on those balls of yours.", she said. The slave's cock was now entirely encased in coyote fur, which was being sucked by the tube. She let things stay the way they were for a few minutes, and then she grabbed the tube in her hand and pressed it more firmly onto his swollen cock. She pushed another button and the machine changed it's operation. Now the tube now started pulsing between sucking and BLOWING and the fur was driven into every nook and cranny of his tortured dick. Suck, blow, suck, blow... and the slave squirmed. The feel of that fur trying to enter the end of his cock was pure erotic sensation. As the cum leaked, the fur whipped it up, absorbed all of the leakage remaining dry to the touch. "Well, partner, looks like you're getting your first real blow job, now doesn't it. Do you like the way that fur enters you cock hole?. I can't see it happening through this clear plastic tube loaded with the fur, but I'm sure YOU can appreciate the feeling." she said. The suction pulse snapped the thick fur slightly away from his cock, loosening it's grip on him, and in the process slid the furs toward the suction hose end of the tube, sliding down his stiff dick, giving him terrific furring sensations. Then, when the pressure pulse came, the fur was driven back down the length of his love shaft and was pressed firmly on it and some of the fur tried to enter the hole in the end of his dick. The suck - blow action continued. When the slave was about to cum he told the mistress, as he had been told to do. The blowing stopped and a great suction was applied and the slave started cumming into the fur, and the cum was instantly sucked away, past the furs, and into the plastic jar, and the fur stayed dry. The slave "blew all he had", and when no more cum could be sucked into the jar, the machine was switched back into blow - suck mode, and the torture continued. Two times more the slave ejaculated into the jar, each time the mistress applauded him, thanked him, told him he was doing a good job, encouraged him to send some more cum.... to keep at it... more, more, more... that the local hair salon really needed it, that they had run out of fresh cum, that they would thank him for it...and so it went! "The hair saloon? What the hell was that all about?", the slave thought. He was to find out later, but not a lot later... When the slave could stand it no more, he screamed, "Stop I'll tell you, I admit it, I'm a spy! Please, PLEASE! Stop this, I admit it." She turned on a tape recorder. His voice shook as he told a long "made up" story that he had tried to enter her area and escape from the farmhouse. The mistress had the slave removed from the chair. They took him to their lunch rood, fed him another a good meal, and led then him to the bathroom for a shower and "the necessary things". They then led him down the hall to a bedroom, tied him to a regular bed, and told him to get a good night's sleep, for he would need his rest. The slave listened to the sound of the cold winter wind blowing, and he could see out the window that the snow was still falling heavily. He thought that he might be released in the morning after the roads had been plowed. After all, the mistresses who had brought him to dinner and then to his bed had treated him as a very prominent house guest and not a slave at all. The slave fell asleep, his "sexual desires" completely drained. The room was warm, and he slept peacefully.