by : Socks
© 2006 Socks Furrotica
Weeks passed, and the training
was grueling. Some of the slaves toughed it out, many others
complained the whole time. Pranks were commonplace, as were
punishments. 073 enjoyed the servitude, and the occasional
training sessions to take the pain and punishment for not performing up
to a high standard. There were no favorites, but it was obvious
in time who were the good students and who were not.
Near the final week of training, the guards entered the slave's
quarters with clothing. One by one, they were all issued garments
for the evening. 73 knew it was roman in style, short togas with
minimal decoration. Servant's clothing. They were trained
how to wear them last week, along with dozens of other costumes.
"What's happening?" 088 asked to 73. He twitched his whiskers in
a way that 73 knew to be nervousness.
"I'm not sure." 73 answered. "I haven't heard anything." He
helped 88 get dressed and 88 did the same for 73.
"We're being auctioned." 67 said. "Fucker isn't gonna do
anyting to us now, we've gotta look good for the audience."
"Sold?" 88 asked, almost frantically. "Tonight?"
"Yeah." 67 said. "That's what I think anyway."
88 clamped onto 73's paw with his own, and 73 turned to face him.
They looked into each other's eyes a moment. They only looked
into each other's eyes. They both then rubbed their noses
together, and 88 let out a nervous breath as he let 73's paw go.
88 nodded, 73 nodded back.
The tone sounded over the room, and the slave rabbits stood at the
sides of their bunks. Master Trainer walked in. "Tonight,
you all are going to show me what you have learned." He walked
between the bunks, looking over each slave. "There is a dinner
party tonight that I am hosting, and you all will now demonstrate to
me, and my associates, what you have learned."
He looked at each slave and nodded to himself. "Your rules for
the night," he looked directly at 67 "And I'm sure you will all obey
them." He turned away, 67 scowled but dared not physically
move. "There is no sex tonight. None. You will
service my guests with food and drink, and perhaps with light
conversation if they are so inclined. That is all. You will
not attempt to stow-away on their ships, you will not attempt to
escape. And you will obey the party coordinator when it comes
time for the grand feast. If you ruin any of the clothing or
belongings of my guests, you will only wish you were blanked." He
looked around the room. "Are there questions?" The room was
silent. "You have five minutes to finish your
preparations." He walked out the room as the slaves finished
073 felt comfortable with his duties for the night. He brought
out cheese, wine, and otherwise quietly mingled with the guests.
He was happy to see all of them were like him, rabbit-morphs. But
he noticed that all of the guests had ears upright, like Master Trainer
and the guards. He quickly realized he could tell the slaves to
the guests just by ear position. He realized that this was a
societal norm, slaves all were ears down. He felt like his
memories were being jogged for the first time, seeing the social
hierarchy in context made raw knowledge make sense.
He was walking back to the kitchen around mid evening with an empty
tray when he heard a voice behind him. "Excuse me." 73 turned
gracefully to look at a female rabbit, extremely beautiful. She
was almost snow white with subtle markings of black and grey which
seemed to accentuate her curves and form. "Are you busy right
"No Madam." 73 said with a courteous head bow. "Is there
something I can help you with?"
"Actually, yes." She said with a wink. "There is something
outside I need assistance with." 73 nodded, and followed her out
one of the side doors onto an area that looked like a balcony. On
the edge of the balcony it looked like outer space was just on the
other side of show windows. She looked over his shoulder into the
main ballroom, and smiled. The female leaned against a balcony,
and turned to face the slave. "I love these types of ships." She
said. "I love seeing outer space like this."
"I can understand why." 73 said. "It is very beautiful."
"Just like you." She said, leaning a bit further against the
balcony. "I'm not much into foreplay, so how about you just get
on your knees and start licking?" She used her paw to start to
bring the folds of her clothing up to her thighs in a more than
73 stood still a moment, and sighed. "I'm sorry Madam, I'm afraid
I can't do that."
"Why not?" she asked. "You have a tongue, you have knees, where's
"Master Trainer has us under orders not to do anything of that nature
with the guests." 73 said. "I'm sorry, but I am not allowed to
help you with this tonight." He placed the tray in his left paw
under his arm and stood up straight.
"He won't know." She said. "And I won't tell if you do a good job
of it." 73 just stood there. "Ok, I order you to get on
your knees." 73 only shook his head slowly, looking at her as he
did. "You disobey me? You know I could have your hide for
"If I were your slave, Madam." 73 said. "I'm sorry, but I simply
can not accept orders that defy Master Trainer's." Suddenly, a
charm on his tunic beeped. "I apologize, Madam, but if there is
nothing else I can assist you with I am being summoned."
"How about sending another slaveboy who has a sense of adventure?" she
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Madam. I hope you enjoy the rest of
the evening." 73 bowed slightly, and left the balcony with quiet
footfalls. The female stood up straight, and sighed. She
then looked at the camera over the door frame with a quizzical look,
and shook her head as she went back inside.
Dinner was served, and the guests mingled with each other well into the
evening. 73 was summoned into the back room before the party had
completely wound down. When he got there, one of the guards
motioned him over. "It's your turn to see Master Trainer." He
said. 73 only nodded with a smile, and entered the back office.
Master Trainer was watching a holographic recording when 73 walked
in. 73 stood in front of the desk, bowed respectfully and put
both hands to his side. Master Trainer stopped the recording as a
hologram of 73 walked away from a female on his desk. "Somehow,
I'm not surprised 73."
"Master?" 73 cocked his head to the side.
"Your answer to her." Master Trainer said. "It's almost reads
word for word the lesson book." 73 only nodded. "The
strange part is that you didn't just answer like a machine. You
actually sound like you mean it."
"I do mean it Master." 73 said.
Master trainer turned the recording off, and it melted into the
desk. He leaned back in his chair, and looked at 73
sternly. "So why?" He asked. "Why are you trying to
be the head of the class? Do you think you're going to get favors
or a chance to escape or somehow get a nicer slave position?"
73 sighed. "Permission to speak freely, Master?"
"Denied." Master Trainer said with a smile. "You may speak
openly, but never freely."
"Understood." 73 said with a slight bow and a smirk of his own.
He looked at Master as he spoke softly. "I remember before
training began back home. I remember Eric and how we played
together. I remember playing master and slave games with him and
others like him but Eric was different. And when we did that,
Eric and I, it felt comfortable." He closed his eyes and sighed
to himself. "It felt different."
"I remember him ordering me to clear my week, and I did because I
wanted to. Not because he told me to do so. I remember
feeling so good when he ordered me to do things, that it was
right. When he said he was recruiting for you, and he learned
everything he knew from you, I knew I had to come here to serve.
To not just play a slave for someone who says they're a master, but to
be a slave for a real Master." 73 looked at Master Trainer,
trying to gauge his opinion. It wasn't working.
"The other thing I know is that I wanted to serve. I enjoy
it. I really, honestly do. So when you greeted me as slave
73, it was right. I am where I need to be. This is what I
was born to do. My old life I never could really serve, except
people that played it as a game. It makes me happy to
serve. It makes me happy to please others and give myself."
He looked at his own paws. "The whole rabbit thing is a little
awkward, but I've even learned to love this body too." He looked
up to Master trainer. "What I'm saying is that I don't want
anything more than to be a servant, to make others happy, to serve
them. And to be a real slave is more than I could have hoped
for. Not just a game slave or a slave when it's sexually
convenient, but..." 73 looked up, and tried to find words.
"Real. That's the word. It's real. It's not a game,
and that's why I mean it. I'm not trying to be anything but who I
am, and for the first time I can be what I really am." He took in
a deep breath, looking down a moment then back up to Master
Trainer. "And I am a slave."
Master Trainer put a finger on his muzzle, and rubbed his chin.
"So you didn't just refuse her because you're gay." 73 shook his
head slowly no. Master Trainer leaned back in his chair, looking
over the slave rabbit with a trained eye. "You know, whoever gets
the high bid on you is going to really enjoy you."
"Thank you Master." 73 said with a slight bow.
"Go on, get back to the guests." He said. 73 bowed again, turned
on his paws and walked out. Master Trainer watched him leave, and
just shook his head. "Summon 74." He said to the air.
That night, 073 was sleeping. Suddenly, he awoke to find his
hands and ankles were being held down by force. "Hey! What
"Shut up." The voice said. It was Sam. "You've been such a
suckup, we've decided to make you do something you'll get punished
for. So you'll get what we got." Sam began to stroke 073's
sheath. "Serves you right, you're such a suckup."
"Don't do this 67." 73 said nervously. "Please, don't do
this." He tried to wriggle out of his captors, but he couldn't
even see who was holding him or how. He struggled blindly, but
Sam grabbed 73 by the muzzle, and held it shut. "That's enough
out of you." He stroked 73's shaft with his other hand.
"Now you're going to cum. And when you do you're just as guilty
as we are. Cumming without permission punishment hurts like a
motherfucker when he smacks your balls around. Now you're going
to feel it too."
He worked his paw expertly, and 73 thrashed his head and body back and
forth. 73 couldn't break the holds of the other two, even though
he was trying with all his might. Sam stoked him slow, then fast,
then faster. 73 began to breathe heavily through his nose, put
his lower lip behind his bucked teeth, and clenched his paws. He
arched his back, and Sam thought he had him for a moment but 73 grunted
and fell back into his bed still being held down. For ten minutes
Sam tried, and tried, and eventually he let go of the shaft when his
arm got tired.
"Geez! What the hell?" he said. "You should be spooge city
by now!" He looked at the rabbit holding 73's ankles "Ok,
you stick your finger up his ass or grab his balls or something, we're
gonna make him cum if it kills him." 73 tried to thrash loose in
that moment, but suddenly felt his body stiffen up paralyzed. The
other three were frozen in place too. His eyes opened wide, as he
felt a pins and needles pain all over his body. In moments, the
guards removed the four of them from the quarters and had restrained
all of them in separate cells.
73 was placed in a room, and the door closed without a word being said
to him. The pain was gone, but he was left only with his
thoughts. In the distance he could hear the other three being
punished with the neural whip, screaming in pain and begging for
mercy. Each whiz of the whip made 73 wince. Soon his chin
started to quiver, his eyes grew wide, and he realized after the third
pause it was his turn.
His tail twitched, he shook violently in his restraints, waiting for
Master Trainer to come. He was afraid, he was disappointed, he
was beating himself up. How could you let them do this to
you? Why didn't you fight harder? Is being blanked better
than letting Master Trainer down? He couldn't close his eyes, he
couldn't turn away, he could only face himself in the chair.
Master Trainer finally got to the room where 073 was being held.
He adjusted his jumpsuit slightly to get it to feel comfortable, and
took the remote out of his pocket. He took a breath, and
opened the door. He found the slave crying, staring right at him
stuck in the stasis chair. "I'm sorry Master." 73 said.
"I'm so sorry."
Master closed the door behind him softly. "Why? You were
the one attacked, were you not?" His voice was calm, almost
73 tried to nod, but couldn't. Master pushed a button on the
control, and 73's body became his own to control again. He
immediately brought his paws up to his eyes and was crying and shaking
uncontrollably, holding himself up with his arms. "But I didn't
fight back because I didn't want to be blanked and I tried to hold out
but I was about to lose it and I didn't want to upset you or make you
wake up to punish us and I'm so sorry for everything and I didn't want
to let you down or anything because I..."
Master put his paw under the chin of 73, and used the other to gently
brush 73's paws away from the his eyes. "Shush." Master was
muzzle to muzzle with 73, and looking at him with a smile. "It's
ok." The kind tone in his voice made 73 stop, and look up with
puffy eyes. He still had tears rolling out, and he kept sniffing
as his nose stuffed up.
Master ran his fingers along the cheekbone of the slave. "It
wasn't your fault. I saw what happened. I'm proud of you
for not losing your self discipline 73. Most of the others would
have just cum then blame the others for their own selfish
desires." Master wiped the tears away from 73's eyes as the slave
sniffed, trying to regain himself. "Yes, I am proud of you.
Every session I have one or two students who I am most proud of, and
it's not just because of the money they fetch at market. You're
one of my best students ever. Possibly my best student ever."
73 only nodded, sniffing between sobs as he calmed down. Master
picked up the slave rabbit out of the chair. "But I should punish
you for making me get out of bed." 73 only nodded, knowing he had
to look his Master in the eye but afraid to. "When you were
brought here, my scout told me you were gay. I want to make sure
of that fact, that it's the truth?"
"Yes Master." 73 whispered out, using the back of his paw to wipe the
fur around his eyes dry.
Master Trainer placed 073 down on the floor gently, and guided him to
get on his knees. "That's good." Master said, unzipping his
jumpsuit effortlessly. He tapped a few buttons on the remote
control, and the room became lit differently in softer, more even
lights. "Normally I wouldn't use this method of punishment, but I
think it's one that will not scar your body. And I think it's one
you will enjoy enough."
073 watched as the Master disrobed, and took a bottle of lube out of
the pocket of his jumpsuit and placed it aside for the moment.
073 looked at the large sheath of his Master, and could smell the large
amount of pre he was creating. He could smell Master's
desire. The scents played in the back of his throat and shot up
into his brain making his own sheath tingle to life. His tail
twitched without his thinking about it, and he looked up to his
Master. "Master?" he said in a whisper. "You know I'm a
little loud when...."
Master trainer put his finger on the bucked teeth of the slave, and
smiled as wide as he could. "I'm counting on that 73."
An hour or so later the guards opened the door, and 073 staggered back
into the slave quarters. He hobbled to his bed walking
gingerly. He pulled himself up into the bunk carefully, and
rolled onto his side facing away from the room. He felt the eyes
of the rest of the slave rabbits fall away from him and he tried to
rest. He felt the bunk rustle, and a slight pressure on the side
of the bed. "Hey, you ok?" He rolled over to the grey face
of 088 in the dim room. 73 only nodded. "It sounded like he
was killing you in there."
"Almost ripped me apart." 73 said quietly. "My throat hurts too."
88 rubbed his nose against 73's muzzle. "I'm sorry I didn't stop
them. I was thinking if it was worth it to stop..."
"It's ok." 73 interrupted him, and weakly returned the gesture.
"I understand. Rules are rules. I'm not mad." 73
brought his paw up and rubbed the spot behind 88's ear that he
liked. 88 cooed a little, and 73 let his paw go limp. "But
we should get back to sleep."
"Yeah." 88 said. "If you need me, I'm down here." 73
nodded. 88 rubbed his muzzle against 73 gently, and then went
back to his bunk. 73 brought the blanket over his chin, and
smiled to himself as he twitched his tail.
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