The Evil Teddy Bears

The Evil Teddy Bears
(An email adventure by Tasha C. Polecat and Ammari)

((This is a story written by two people by emailing back and forth on a Yahho Group called the Dark Pearl Dungeon. The DPD is a dimensional prison for kinky furs/people, from which there is no escape, and where things can only become forever more kinky. I'm collecting it here as a story that kinky furs may enjoy. It contains elements of Furriness, Bondage, Magic, Transformations, Semi-consentual sex (fantasies), Clothing Fetishes (especially corsets), anal, oral, and vaginal sex, and most importantly, Plushies (ie, the teddy bears). Tasha C. Polecat's posts will be in this color, and mine will be in this color. Please don't repost this story. If you wanna talk about it, contact me at [email protected].))

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Waking up didn't seem easy. It was one of those dreams that felt like you were buried under 10 tons of syrup, and you were struggling to find your way to the surface. Where everything seems to be moving in slow motion, hands clawing at the stuff, trying to push it away and pull yourself through the mire all at the same time...

The sort that when you DO wake up, you aren't even sure you're awake. This is what it felt like, gurgling slightly as I woke up, brushing away at my face and eyes... Groaning softly as limbs felt tremendously stiff... Last thing I remembered was a night of abandon, Talia... Ammari... and my Mistress... all just having fun. Now... I could only hear my own breath. Ammari wasn't there... Mistress wasn't there... Talia wasn't there...

I finally forced my eyes open. It felt like I hadn't open them in ages... but my first site struck me not only as odd... but almost unbelievable. I was covered in cobwebs. Literally, I was wiping them away from my face. They weren't constricting, like most things here in the dungeon, but I couldn't help think it was somehow symbolic... like a chrysalis... like a butterfly coming out of it's cocoon. I don't know WHY I felt like that, but I did.

No... I DO know why I felt like that. It was hazy, sort of like a memory. A sense of love and affection, the knowledge that my Mistress had freed me... and that she felt it was time for me to grow, to move on... I took a slow breath... I somehow felt... older. More secure... A little warmth in my gut that told me... the memory of her love and care for me. Something that made me smile, and the realization that it would always protect me... A soft glow under my hand brought me back to the present.

I knew what it was... I didn't even have to look at it. But it was new to me, even despite the knowledge and memory left by my former Mistress in my mind. It was an exceedingly rare magical gem. The essence of a shape shifter, a drop of their blood itself. A bloodstone. It was imbedded where my collar-bones joined, right in the hollow of my throat. It pulsed slightly with my own heartbeat... it was a part of me. I knew it would protect me from harm... though it couldn't protect me from a lot of other things. HOW it would protect me, I didn't know, but I knew it would protect me from those who purposely sought me harm.

With a stretch I carefully began to peel the remaining cobwebs from my fur and looked around. I was physically little different, save for the bloodstone. I still had the symbol/mark on my right asscheek, I was still a black and white skunk... I would like to think I looked a little older, but I think that was bearing and not actual physical difference. Looking around, the place had changed. Everything was nearly gone... no

Buried. It was as if the home had seen many MANY years without my service as a maid. Cobwebs, rotting wood, furniture falling apart. It looked like it was ancient in here, yet it seemed like only yesterday I was...

No. The past is the past. I need to move forward. I stood up and cast about for anything usable in the place. Poking around here and there, drawers, closets. Almost everything, all the beautiful clothing, was ruined. Disintegrated from what seemed to be time itself. I realized retrospectively at this point that the collar... all of them, were gone. The one that formed the clothing, the one Mistress gave me. Both were long gone...

I continued searching, I was completely nude, and that was just ASKING for trouble in this place. Finally a dresser yielded something usable. I was surprised to be honest, it was as though it was specially preserved for me. It was a beautiful latex catsuit of bright shimmering red. Sleeves ending in gloves, feet ending in towering ballet heels, and a laced collar. A cutout was designed to show the bosom... and in this case, it would also highlight the bloodstone as well...

With a shrug, I started to pull it on, cooing at the near precise fit. This suit had been designed expressly for me, and it felt wonderful. As slick on the inside as it was on the outside, as it was pulled up and tugged into place, it seemed to squeeze slightly against me, tightening just perceptibly and enough to make it a perfect and smooth fit. Not a single wrinkle could be seen, even when I bent and flexed. Not a single wrinkle... I couldn't help but marvel at it. A golden clasp held the suit closed about my neck and smiled, the suit felt WONDERFUL to move around it. While designed not to pull too tightly across my crotch to show off the "camel toe" to the world, it felt that tight INSIDE, and rubbed pleasurably with every step and motion. I couldn't help but trill softly as I strut about the cave I used to call my home, the feminine motions of my body I could feel being drawn from me from the catsuit. I just KNEW this was not only meant for me, it was meant for me to have for a long time to come...

With a final look about the empty place I couldn't help but smile,"Good-bye Mistress... good-bye Miss Rann... I will never forget you..." I said softly, wiping a tear away before turning to the open entrance, the boulder that blocked it seemingly long gone, and I slipped through it.

And back into the Dungeon itself... but I could not remember having felt more positive about my entrance into it...

Buried in the remains of a bed, and covered by cobwebs, an easily overlooked item waits for someone to find it... her. A large, mottled brown leather egg. Inside sleeps a small dracokitty, her clothes, even her beloved harness and collar absorbed over time by the sustaining yolk inside. She has fitful dreams of her life, even parts of it that have happened here, in this dungeon. But she doesn't stir. The magics that hold her within her egg won't let her wake up until she is in the company of someone, and safe. And thus she has waited for who knows how long, since those happy times with her friends, Rann, Tasha, Talia, who tormented her until she passed out. She has no memory beyond that, and has not woken since. Her mind has receded, hidden itself in her dreams to keep her occupied.

A slight shuffling sound is heard, and Tasha's ears must perk up a little at the sound, as it seems to be coming from all around her. Over there! No, it's over there now. Behind her? Where's it coming from? All of a sudden she hears a "Gooooiiiieeeaaaahaah!!", like a deranged ewok, from behind her, and a light fluffy teddy bear flies through the air and glomps onto her shoulder!

"Hiya toots! Whatsa cutie like you doin this far in the dungeon all alone then, eh?" He looks up at Tasha's face with an innocent looking face, definately a cute cuddly bear. His fake eyes and sewn on muzzle seem to smile at her, as if to say, "take me home with you!"

But that shuffling noise is still coming every so often from random directions all around her. What could be out there? Maybe the bear knows.

I couldn't help but blink. A teddy bear? I had stumbled a bit on the ballet heels, but now I was looking at the thing, reaching up to try and pluck it off my shoulder... but it held fast... I couldn't help but marvel at how strong such a small critter was,"Um... What in the world?" I muttered, then shook my head, straightening my thoughts.

"I don't have a home.." She finally told the critter as an ear swiveled at the sounds... where were they coming from? It sounded like all around, but she didn't see anything but the usual shadows and play of the irregular light over the walls,"Um... Is someone with you shorty?" I asked him carefully... suddenly having this creeping sense of dread work up my spine...

"Oh, that's okay tootsie, we gots one for ya. Git her boys!"

From seemingly everywhere teddy bears yell out, and scamper surprisingly quickly at Tasha, glomping onto her heels, her hips, her legs, her arms, almost covering her in soft fluffiness, the light teddies actually driving her to the ground, on top of more soft fluffiness, more teddy bears below her. As light as they are, they must be magical, as they have grips like fluffy iron, if that's possible, stopping movement, but not feeling the least bit less soft. They begin to tie her up with what /looks/ like soft black satin ribbons, but feel much stronger.

Around her ankles, above her knees, and around her waist where her wrists are then tied. No matter how much see seems to struggle, the strength of the many dozen teddy bears seem to overpower her. They add more wraps, above and below her bosom, holding her arms as well, and also tying her tail to her back, unable to move from a fluffy bed-like position behind her. As she tries to call out, they stuff a mini-teddy bear into her mouth, that wrestles with her tongue and becomes like a furry ballgag, which they seal in by wrapping her mouth, from just under her nose, to the bottom of her neck, in satin, that by layering seems to act like a posture collar. They finish up their package with a bright red bow just behind her right ear.

"You will make the perfect gift for our King, toots," says the first bear, now standing on her chest, a plush foot on her right breast, almost fiddling with her nipple through the latex. Tasha looks like a well wrapped gift in red latex and black satin, with the red bow in her hair contrasting with her fur. "Onward boys!"

The first teddy bear, whose name is Chester Tasha finds out from the embroidery on his butt as he turns around, signals by throwing his arm forward, and the teddies start carrying her away on their shoulders, even as she squirms. Chester rides atop her like George Washington crossing the Potomac, proud and conquering with paws on his hips, head thrown back.

The bears start singing, of all things, what sounds like... ((Play the Midi file and read. =^.^= ))

If you go down to the cave today
You're sure of a big surprise
If you go down to the cave today
You'd better go in disguise

For ev'ry bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain, because
Today's the day the Teddy Bears have their orgy.

Ev'ry Teddy Bear who's been bad
Is sure of a treat today.
There's lots of marvelous slaves to eat
And wonderful games to play

Beneath the earth where nobody sees
They'll hide and seek as long as they please
'Cause that's the way the Teddy Bears have their orgy.

If you go down to the cave today
You'd better not go alone
It's kinky down in the cave today
But safer to stay at home

Orgy time for Teddy Bears
The little Teddy Bears are having a lovely time today
Watch them, catch them unawares
And see them orgy on their holiday.

See them gaily gad about
They love to play and shout;
They never have any cares;

At midnight their Slaves and Pets,
Will have to take them in their beds,
Because they're horny little Teddy Bears

I was conquered by teddy bears... Gods how humiliating. The scary part was the announced it, making sure anyone they passed got a good look at their capture, even as I wriggled and struggled with these unnatural bonds. I just couldn't figure out HOW... I mentally replayed it in my mind, but at no time could I make heads or tails of any of it.

They were unnaturally strong. They seemed to come from no where, piling over me, some had grabbed my feet and ankles, which already had me perched precariously on ballet hells, it took little effort for them to tip me over... and right into their waiting... paws? I dunno what they would be called, but they seemed to have grips that were like steel, yet it all felt soft and pliable. My arms were forced behind me, black ribbons that felt so soft, yet seemed again to be unnaturally strong, were wrapped about wrist and elbow alike. They were experts at what they were doing I could only presume. My elbows toughed behind me, forcing my chest to be thrust out, and wrappings of black material above and below my breasts made them stand out even more...

More wrappings over my legs, and as I'd tried to scream for help, one was stuffed in my mouth. I swear the thing wrestled with my tongue. I wanted to spit it out, but from the nose down I was covered in more black ribbon, and that little thing in my mouth... I couldn't tell WHAT it was doing. I felt it moving, wrestling, with my tongue, pinning it... felt almost like it was rubbing against it. I dunno what it was doing, but I could only squirm in indignation... and yet as the one on my chest posed and purposely rubbed at my nipple I couldn't help but blush. Stupid thing knew what it was doing too...

So I watched the roof, struggling as best I could as the song bounced through my head, each line filling me more and more with dread. Familiar passages were long gone, the traditional children's song seemingly taken a more ominous tone as it echoed about the dungeon. But I heard before saw something coming up... a white hot thrill of fear raced through me...

We were here... wherever that may be... and all I could do is whimper....

Here, as it turns out, is the Teddy Bear's cave. They were indeed showing off their prize with their song, and several dozen inhabitants peered, watched, oggled, stared and otherwise got an eyeful of the bears' latest conquest. Though, all of those knew better than to get in the way, or even let themselves be seen. Ever since the Bears' takeover of this part of the dungeon, the inhabitants have learned to keep themselves hidden, lest they be added to the ranks of slaves and pets kept by the Bears. Even those that the Bears tired of never escaped them, as they were magically turned into plushies, to suffer the fate the Bears had escaped from, being helpless and motionless, used at the whims of others for comfort.

These Bears are not your average run of the mill teddies. These are the ones that are deemed bad. Those that were used by a young girl as her first foray into sexual deviance, rubbing it between her thighs as she slept. Or the bear thrown off the bed as lovers involved themselves in acts deemed unnatural and evil by the King of the Realm. These are the teddies that have been tossed away down into the Dark Pearl, or neglected by the deviants that owned them, and disappeared from memory, only to wind up in here as well. A sorceress in the DPD, in time out of memory, was lonely, and wished company. She found the first of the Teddies, the one that would be king, and picked him up, finding him soft and comfortable. She carried him around for many years, until finally, the bear gained sentience from the constant absorption of magic released by the sorceress. As the Sorceress slept, he slowly began to absorb more than her essence, pulling her entire body within his plush middle, where she was turned into stuffing, even as she gained consciousness. She was now a helpless prisoner in the now life-sized teddy bear, her magic stolen and her life now relegated to the pleasure of the King Bear. She feels it every time he finds pleasure in another, and this has kept her satiated and silent.

The King Bear searched the DPD, finding the castoff teddy bears and breathing his magic into them, creating a virtual army. This army has taken over a part of the DPD, and made it their own. And into this realm, is where Tasha now found herself.

It was a cave, but one decorated as a child's room might be. Though a very naughty child. Pillows and beds of all bright colors, and lots of stuffed toys. Though, most of those toys seemed to be life sized, and even seemed to be almost, but not quite in the shape of women of various species. A curious glance revealed that their mouths, and even their lower private lips could be opened, lined by soft false plushie fur. Was this to be her fate?

No, she saw what must await her. They were not cages, but might as well have been. They were oversized cribs, with baby-like covers and pillows, and mobiles dangling above them. Inside these cribs were various furs, even some humans, all naked, with pacifiers in their mouths, that they all sucked upon. Some of those in the cribs, had Teddy Bear visitors, though it was too hard to see through the slats of the crib what exactly they were doing to their captives...

Tasha was carried through this realm, to a set of tall stairs, at the top of which, on a throne seemingly made from female plushies, faces fixed in an absurd sewn-on version of ecstasy, sat the King Bear. He was a life sized bear, 6 feet tall, wearing a crown and a red robe with white frills. He carries a scepter with a statue of naked human on her knees, head thrown back in passion, carved on its end.

And then, it spoke...

"Ah, what 'ave we 'ere? A new slave for our bedroom? Eh, lads?"

"Yes, great king. We found her in our territory. She was an eeeeeasy catch. Must be quite the slave, she hardly resisted us at all. Please accept this tithe from my pack, oh great King," said Chester. His pack lowered Tasha to the ground and backed off, letting the girl wiggle on the ...carpeted? Yes, carpeted floor! Chester still stood on her chest, and teased her nipple through the latex covering her, having found the hard form of her nipple ring, making the nipple get nice and hard and show through for his King's viewing pleasure. He leaned down and rubbed the other with his handpaw, to make it a matched set, the resulting view when her jumped off to join his pack, quite stunning.

The King descends from his lofty throne and walks lumberously down the stairs, his legs unbendable like most teddies. He stops at Tasha, leaning over to get a better look at her, around his large belly, the belly that still contains his one time sorceress owner. "Ah, you have done well Chester. I shall tend to this one, and then you may deal with her as you like..."

My eyes glanced this way and that, trying to glean all I could form the place. What basically I saw told me this was NOT where I wanted to be. It was a cross between a nursery, and a POW camp. Instead of cages, cribs were upturned to hold the prisoners, all ladies from what little she could see of them, each watching with wide eyes... probably having been where she was at one point in time.

But I squirmed and struggled, trying to pull free of the bonds more desperately as she saw the fate awaiting me... and only was rewarded with the caresses through the latex, over her nipples. The sensual latex didn't help the situation... and felt the heat rising in my cheeks as I realized how aroused I was getting from all the squirming and struggling... that usually lovely squish feeling between the legs... my nipples standing tightly out against my bosom, teased there by what felt like an expert touch, despite my attempts to resist.

I could only look up at the large bear as it looked down at me, eyes widening as I struggled and squirmed, tugging at the restraints as the bear told how easy I was to capture... I wasn't sure whether I should have been angry or humiliated at that. But I could only flop on the floor like a landed fish as the huge bear over me seemed to smile... Never had I felt such a tremble of fear down my back...

The bear gave me that evil grin, his expression darkening as I watched him hold up a rounded paw... his face growing dark as I watched 4 shining blades spring to life... claws from a teddy bear.

I screamed into the gag... the stupid bear in my mouth had to struggle to get my tongue back under control... But by then the "king" had slashed downward. I winced and tried to pull away... but to my surprise I only felt the cool kiss of the air around me. Carefully I opened my eyes, and watched as the king used his bladed paw like a precision scalpel, shredding the outfit I had just put on not 20 minutes prior into small shreds of latex... I was stripped completely of all my clothing, and the kin seemed to examine me with new eyes...

I struggled, thinking his slashing might have cut the ribbons too, but I was held fast. The ribbons had never budged... I silently cursed as I felt the bear in my mouth wrestle my tongue down again before the bear reached down and somehow threaded his paw in my hair, pulling me up in a half kneeling position even as he pulled the ribbon away from my mouth and tossed it aside...

I spat out the small bear in my mouth, who went flying with a disappointed sound followed by a barely audible 'Wheeee!!". But before I could do anything else, he yanked my head back again and looked down at me...

"Such a pretty mouth she 'as... " he growled, then looked down into my eyes with a dark expression as he pushed my head down.... I barely had time to take a breath before my face was forced down over what can only be described as an inhumanly large phallus. I gurgled and tried to fight, but much like his smaller brethren, he was stronger then I... and in short order I found the phallus shoved in my mouth and halfway down my throat.

The essence of what happened still escapes me... but basically he used my mouth and throat to get himself off, using his superior strength and my still restrained body as he saw fit... His phallus was indescribable to be honest, like someone took a hard plastic vibrator and lined it with soft velveteen fur... When he finally did reach some sort of climax, I never tasted such a thing... It seemed like water but...

There was something else. Something I couldn't quite identify, but recognized immediately the effect it had... and THAT scared me. A hot flush worked over my body... the very essence of what he was came to light, and the reason he'd chosen to use my mouth was apparent even as I steadily grew more and more aroused, squirming almost uncontrollably as he pushed me back and away form him onto the carpeting, letting my soft moan be the only thing that colored the air for the moment...

He had literally given me a mouthful, a bellyful, of what could only be compared to a pure aphrodisiac... And I could only realize it was likely how they kept their slaves... so pumped full of aphrodisiacs they almost wanted to be used as apparently they wished to.... I didn't even hear what the Teddy Bear King said next, I was too busy trying to rub my hips against the carpet.

"Okay boys. "ave at her!!" He shouted, and with a great WHOOP!!, the group that had caught me descended upon me....

Chester's tribe descended upon her indeed, their lil fluffy paws seeming to play over her now naked flesh and fur as they picked up her sexually writhing body. They started to carry her back to their warren, as the King looked on, smiling lecherously, his eternally hard phallus pulling into his crotch once more. He then turned his attention on another slave, one that had built up an immunity to his potent 'treatments'. She pleaded with him to let her, go, and then that she would be a good slave, but to no avail. He merely chuckled evilly, and lowered his scepter to her forehead, and it started to glow. The human slave cried out in terror, and then started shaking. The Teddy Bears holding her still let her go, as she slowly found herself, assuming a sitting position, even though she fought it. Her arms moved of their own accord, assuming a slightly bent 'hugging' posture, even as her feet started to change. The toes grew together and the feet themselves shrank, until they were just a round knob on the end of her legs, sewn-in lines delimiting fake toes as a plushieness overcame her feet and ankles, her skin turning into short, soft fake fur.

She screamed again, looking at the change as it swept up her immobile legs, removing her knees entirely, making her legs remain forever straight as they are. Soon, her hands underwent the same treatment, her fingers disappearing completely, her 'hands' now mere mockeries of paws as the change went up her arms as well, making her elbows stay bent. As the change simultaneously reached her bosom from the arms and crotch from the legs, she could feel an even more disturbing change begin. But that was when the King leaned over her and slipped a large, hard egg into her slowly changing sex, nestling it deep within her, where it began to vibrate. "May you never cum again... muahh hahh hah. muahahahahahahah!" Her eyes went wide at his proclamation, and she shuddered as her sex closed about the egg, sealing her smooth white flesh shut as the plush fur grew over it, leaving no evidence of the egg, or even of her ever having a sex. Her bosom shrank slightly, losing its definition and becoming two vague lumps on her chest, like a little child's female doll might have, her nipples completely vanishing. Even her bellybutton disappeared as the change engulfed her stomach, making it bulge out slightly, as all teddies do.

Tears streaming down her cheeks, she yelled out, "Noooooooooooo!" And then all voice was lost to her as her throat changed, and was filled with stuffing instead of air. Her face pushed out slightly, her features changing into a smiling bear's, made of embroidery. Only her eyes showed her fear and terror as her hair was pulled into her now bald head, two half-circles growing out of it, her fake ears. Her real ones disappeared into her head as it was changed to fake soft fur. The change completed, her eyes glazing over as they turned to glass, the look of terror still visible if you gazed into them. "Take 'er away! Put 'er in Crib 12, with the new 'uman, as an example. Maybe it will bring 'er some comfort, eh lads? HAH Hahahhahahah!" He ascended again to his throne, caressing the plushie crotches that were his armrests, knowing it would drive the changed slaves mad, unable to come or gain release from the sensations.

Thankfully, Tasha was blissfully unaware of all of this as she was carried away. Several of the bears climbed atop of her. Two straddled her breasts, their soft muzzles lowering to her ringed nipples, sensuously roaming over them, and tugging at the rings, while their paws cuddled and rubbed over the soft mounds of flesh and fur. Another climbed and saw Tasha's face, awash in the pleasure and wantonness of the King's drug, and proceeded to sit on her muzzle, looking into her eyes, rubbing his downy crotch over her lips. As her mouth opened, he /grew/ into her, his magical phallus nearly half his size growing into her mouth. His fake paws held onto her cheeks as he pressed into her, her throat visibly distending as it passed the back of her mouth. He pushed his hips back and forth, looking like a teddy-bear face hugger. Chester, enjoying the views his comrades were creating, decided to start to have some fun of his own.

Moving to Tasha's squirming, waiting crotch, he sat on her pelvis, and leaned his head down. He nuzzled the soft sexfur with his equally soft muzzle, sliding it back and forth over her hood ring. The Tasha felt something even worse... or better, depending on which part of her was thinking. The wanton sexual desire created by the King definitely enjoyed the new sensation. It was as if someone was taking a delicate strip of velvet and slowly caressing her puffy lips with it. Ever so slowly it traced designs in her flower, spreading her lips, letting them puff up with blood and arousal, but never entering her, teasing her, making her wait.

"Soon we will have you at our lair, and then the REAL fun can begin pet. You will be perfect for our new slave maid, keep our shelves nice and clean. I can't wait until after we finish our orgy with you, and you succumb. And we will punish you for every speck missed. Contemplate that while we ravage you, will ya? Hahahahhaa."

Chester returns to using his velvet tongue to tease her tender lips, beads of moisture appearing between them. But even as his tongue got wet, it never seemed to lose its velvety softness, and it never ventures into her, saving that right for the orgy. As they traveled, he even dipped down lower, and rubbed the velvety goodness over her anus ring as well. preparing it for the celebration that was to follow. Tasha, even in her mental fugue of passion, came to realize that they would be using all of her as they saw fit. And there was nothing she could do to stop them. Not that she wanted to at this point. All she desired was release, release from the building pleasure that consumed every nerve in her body. If only she knew that the drug was twofold. One part an arousing aphrodisiac, the other a mental inhibitor, that would make it increasingly hard to orgasm. Each orgasm would push the next farther away, while decreasing none of the arousing affects, leaving her in a world of sexual torment until it wore off, and she was brought to the King again. That would be a week away...

I felt like I was going to explode... I SHOULD have climaxed. I should have exploded at the sensations pounding at me. My mind couldn't grasp at the why I wasn't. Why I could only whimper and silently beg for more... My entire form writhing in the strong grips. I could feel the paws holding my shoulders, as much lifting me up as holding me down. Furry paws along my highs and thighs, along calves and even feet... hell, I would half swear some of them were licking at my feet as well. My every nerve felt like it was on fire, my entire form writhing and arching... and yet I could only arch my back... the rest was held firmly down (or up depending on your perspective) as they carried me along.

Twin points of fire licked along my senses as my breasts were teased as well, feeling the tugging on the rings my former Mistress has pierced there. My body writhing at the attention between my legs, the velvet tongue wiggling against my crotch even though my legs were tightly bound together. My body bucking and arching against the hold even as I felt the one on my face repeatedly press himself into my throat, only making sure I got enough to breath, but essentially using my mouth and throat for his own pleasure...

The fact I half whimpered and silently begged for more I am sure didn't help.

I had no recollection of when we got to this particular sects lair. Somewhere in the back of my mind I recalled some comments about being a maid... but that only brought a familiar sense of arousal to me.. And a secret hope they had a fetching costume for the role as well... The aphrodisiac I noticed, from the small corner of my mind that seemed still logical, had affected everything for the moment. Perhaps it was magical, like much of the nature of the place... Silently I wondered what the long term effects of such was, probably a steady breakdown of the will until she became a horny and willing slave...

But for now... I only noticed a sudden stop to the attentions... even the bear that had been using my mouth backed off... I could only pant, struggling to regain my breath as I felt the whisper of silk moving over me... and the ribbons moving... I only realized a moment later that I was unbound...

I blinked for a moment and let out a soft moan, panting softly as I sat partially up, rubbing my face with a hand before blinking. I was surrounded by the bears on all sides... Each one staring with an almost obviously predatorily lust in their eyes, and some with phalluses that were obviously larger then they were. I gulped... I knew something was about to happen...

And I was right.

The Bears unbound their captive, after making sure on the way over that her body would overwhelm her mind completely. They stood around her, staring at her lustfully as she laid there rubbing her face and her thighs involuntarily rubbing together. Around her, several other slaves were pulled out of their cribs, their pacifiers were taken out, revealing that they were in fact large penis gags. All of the girls were obviously drugged in the same way as Tasha, and they all looked wantonly at the Bears.

Chester walked forward, and then bellowed, "Let the orgy begin!!!!" Then he and all of the rest of the Bears charged their slaves. Their strong paws able to guide the lustful slaves to whatever position was required of them. All they could think of with the drug in them was to gain release, to feel that orgasm that eludes them. Tasha soon lost all care for the other slaves, her own world contracting to her own body, feeling every nerve, her tunnel vision seeing only the Bears on her.

Chester pushed her forward, onto her hands and knees. Walking around to her face, Tasha could see his huge plushie, yet hard member. Chester grabbed the back of her head and forced it into her mouth, almost choking her as it plunged deeply, puffing her cheeks and bulging her neck. He began to pump in and out of her, his soft paws unyielding in forcing her to suck him. Tasha found her old training being forced from the back of her mind to the fore, and began suckling in earnest on Chester, getting a moan from the leader Bear. She is forced to breath in quick breathes as he pulls out.

At her rear, Tasha can feel her tail being flagged, and again her old training under her mistress comes through, and she willingly keeps it there, as a Bear glomps onto her butt, his phallus, while smaller than Chester's, at least half of the Bear's size. He begins to pry her anus open, the tip pressing in, the soft velvety feeling a good replacement for lubrication. Suddenly, her grips her ass cheeks, and plunges in to the hilt, his furry tummy. Tasha can feel her body straining to accept this assault on her body. The Bear slowly starts to slide its member in and out, his furry body rubbing all over her soft rear.

Sliding under her spread legs, another bear positions his phallus, larger than Chester's and the one in her rear, at her soaked cunny. Basically floating, the Bear starts to part her puffy lips, sliding into her with a velvety softness. He hovers off the ground for a few seconds, before floating higher, brushing her inner thighs as her spreads her open wide, filling her completely and more, stretching her insides as he pushes in. Her belly starts to visibly distend as the shaft goes in further, its outline pushing out. Once fully in, he starts pumping as well.

Tasha is assaulted from all sides by these three, keeping no particular sympathetic rhythm, not letting her get into a flow, her body used only as they desire. Regardless of this, her body starts reacting due to the drug, and she is brought ever closer to the edge of the cliff, but then the drug extends the cliff away from her, and her spirit must run towards the cliff or be forever mired in the pure pleasure, with no release possible. The other Bears, those not performing similar acts on the other slaves, crowd about her body, rubbing her soft thighs, nuzzling her feet, suckling with plush tongues and mouths on her breasts, her whole body being used as a sexual toy.

Chester cums first, the thick spunk going directly down her throat to her gullet, the taste hitting her mouth only as he pulls out. It's a strange cross between gingerbread and semen, with a distinctive spice, but that gooey consistency. He pulls out, letting Tasha swallow and pant, but only seconds pass before another bear forces his way into her mouth. As the others cum, they too are almost immediately replaced by new lustful Bears, Tasha never given a true rest, her body aching for release. She gets increasingly desperate, and gets so close.... and then manages to cum as two of the bears simultaneously blow in her cunny and rear. Her body is wracked with spasms as the waves crash over her, her moan lost to the schlong filling her mouth. She is forced to stay on in her position by the many Bears surrounding her, and after the two Bears pull out, they are again replaced by new ones. Tasha only hazily regains her senses, to realize that she has fallen off the cliff, and must no climb a mountain if she ever wants to come again. Her world is pleasure, torturously so. She is doing anything she can to satiate herself as the Bears use her body for their own pleasure.

It feels like days that she is ravaged, and is in fact many many hours. Finally, after only 2 climaxes in the entirety of the 8 hours that they abuse her, she blissfully passes out. The Bears continue to use her, giving her no release, even in her dreams. She begins to lose herself, her past life as a slave being forced to come to the surface, and she finds herself serving the Bears in her dreams, doing whatever is required of her. When she finally wakes, the Orgy is over, and she is in one of the cribs, naked and covered in the sugary spiced cum of the Bears. In her mouth is a penis pacifier, which she finds herself sucking on. She gently pulls on it, but it won't come out, nor can she stop suckling. And she finds that she can't leave the oversized crib, as a thin but strong ankle chain locks her to it. The only other inhabitant of her crib is a red vixen plushie A macabre reminder of her fate if she should cease to please the Bears. She hugs the plushie gently, feeling for the former slave, and also trying to bring herself some comfort.

Her ears perk up as she can hear that twisted song again. The Bears are returning...

I felt exhausted. I felt spent. I felt wasted. I KNOW I passed out... but even my dreams had been filled with what was being done to my body... as if they were proving to me they could do whatever they wished, whenever they wished... and there was nothing I could do about it...

The part that terrified me was how turned on I was. I had barely woken up, and I was ALREADY wet... groaning slightly into the gag and suckling at it. I couldn't stop suckling at it... despite trying a few times. I finally just gave up, the sensation felt wonderful... and there was something else. I never smelled or noticed any food... maybe the pacifiers were how we stayed alive in here.

I hugged the vixen, trembling as I did. The idea terrified me of what she used to be, and what she'd become. But... it was hard to describe the feeling. I felt so... alone. Even a plushie like that, whom I couldn't talk to or anything... I knew she was there. I knew... I HOPED she might be able to feel me... I hoped that she might get some comfort out of the trembling hug, as much as perhaps I got from it... the simple acceptance of the plushie calming me down...

Or it would have if my ears hadn't started twitching. The singing as echoing, and I could hear the little suckers coming. I began to tremble, actually starting to get scared, and worse, horny as hell... I couldn't understand it, but my thighs rubbed together, and my grip on the vixen tightened, hoping I couldn't hurt her as I clenched my eyes shut, silently wishing it all away....

A yank at the chain on my ankle ruined my attempt.

"Geddup!!" the small black plushie yelled at me,"Yer the new maid here. On yer feet. Ya gotta get outfitted!!"

With a whimper and clenched my eyes shut again... but the plushie tugged sharply on the chain and literally drug me away from the vixen. I could only cast it a disappointed gaze before I struggled,flailing about slightly as the one small bear literally drug me from the crib and into the main room. But they didn't stop there, instead pulling me towards an odd looking closet that had several bears climbing over it. One caught my attention as he? She? I dunno... whatever it was, it was running the show.

The particular bear seemed to be colored a bright pink. It had sort of feminine proportions, but once it turned around, I could tell it was similarly... hung as the other plushies. A white crest and a bright red heart stamped on it's butt rounded it out... but unlike most, it's voice was feminine.

"Well well. The new maid has arrived.." she cooed at me as she jumped down, landing on my belly with a soft thump. I could only look up at him? Her? I decided then to just call it a her and be done with it. I mrphled at it around the gag, but it paid me no heed, instead walking up and tugging at one of the nipple rings until it got a moan from me...

"Sensitive little girl, ain't ya?" she teased me, and made me groan again as I felt the shackle on my ankle release,"Don't worry. You'll get your fill of being "stuffed" when we're done with you. But we gotta get ya dressed properly to serve us, don't we... Now are you going to be a good girl, or we going to have to make things... painful for you?" and the little bear started twisting the nipple ring painfully...

I quickly whimpered and tried my best to convey I would do it willingly. A few moments later the small bear obviously felt the answer was sufficient.

"Good..." she told me, then hopped off my stomach,"On your feet slave. It's time to get you dressed for work. You'll never take this off as long as you're here... and then some.." The bear giggled at the inside joke... and I had a sudden vision of a skunk plushie in a maids uniform...

I stood up slowly and followed the small bear towards the closet, letting it open it up and show me what rested inside... Let me tell you, Aphrodisiac or no.. Bears or not... I WANTED this outfit. I wanted to be in it... I wanted to feel it. I wanted to serve in this outfit.... If I died in this outfit, I would die happy....

The vision of loveliness was marred only by 1 thing... no panties. I can't say I was surprised in the least to be honest however. They likely wanted me accessible at ALL times. But almost every inch of my fur that couldn't be used by the bears was covered in material.

What hung before me in the closet was a traditional looking maid's uniform. Several LAYERS of Maid's uniform. The innermost layer was laid out before me. Long silk stockings that were designed to cling lovingly to my legs, black as the sheerest night, but with a hint of red glitter in them. Next was a corset that just hanging there I could tell would be almost impossibly tight. SO tight a normal sized fur could get both hands to touch about my waist with it on... and the red leather was complimented by a few straps that made it VERY clear it would lock on... and that the function of it was 1 way. Once locked, it couldn't be unlocked... no keyhole... or even KEYS. A strap from the lower edge of the corset was obviously to ensure my tail stayed hiked upwards as well, ensuring everyone cannot only see my assets, but access them. A collar was also provided, a wide leather band of bright red with a golden heart at the front, and a large "O" ring that would hang down in my cleavage. A maids cap also rested there, one that'd keep my hair pulled back and out of my face... The outfit over that was every bit as stunning as the rest. Boots of bright red latex that would reach almost to mid thigh, and ending each in impossibly high ballet heels... heels I noticed that had a chain running between them to hobble my step. They also had built in rings about the ankle as well, obviously to restrain my person as they say fit. The maids uniform itself was made of shimmering red latex as well, designed to rest on a bed of petticoats that would keep the skirt high enough to ensure NOTHING could be hidden beneath it.... of course with the lack of panties included, it's show A LOT It also included gloves as well, long latex things that would reach my shoulders.. and straps at shoulders, elbows, and wrists that were festooned with rings to ensure they could restrain my arms as well... The final touch was the duster itself... One side was covered in pink feathers... the other a bright pink dildo of generous proportions...

"Alright girlie'' the bear crooned,"Listen to Cherry and we'll get ya dressed. But first, out with the pacifier..." I bent over to the shelf she'd perched herself on while I stared, and she undid the pacifier. How I don't know, I hadn't even felt a seam in the strap about my head, but she had no trouble... But I didn't get long to flex my jaw before she pushed something else into my mouth and pulled the strap about my head... I realized quickly it was a ring gag, ensuring my mouth was always open and ready to use... Before I could vocalize a complain, she stuffed the duster into it, dildo end first. The duster clicked into place as though it were designed for it, and I found myself suckling at the dildo again, a blush warming my cheeks...

Then she started getting me into the outfit. The corset was first... It slipped over my waist perfectly fine, tugged a few times to set it in place... then a trio of bears slipped behind me and grabbed the laces... while two others grabbed my wrists... and they ALL yanked.

I musta passed out, or come darn close, because the next thing I remembered, Cherry was checking all the straps and laces, tugging on something as I struggled to breathe at more then a pant... Then a sound that at once scared me to death, and made me so horny I literally got weak in the knees and fell to them...

The lock for the corset was closed... I whimpered and squirmed as the bear looked at me.

"They chose the right girl to be the maid this time, I tellya." she mused with a childlike giggle,"Most scream and fight with those corsets... she seems to be in LOVE with it..."

When I managed to regain my feet, the garters were tugged from the corset, drawn down slightly as the silk stockings were smoothed sensually up my legs. I let out a soft groan, using my hands to feel over my new waistline, and confirmed what I thought I'd see. My fingers could touch in a complete circle about my waist...

The maids cap was handed to me and I situated it into my hair even as I could feel the collar be tugged about my neck. Too many things going on at once made it difficult to keep track of who was doing what, but it took only minutes to get me in all of the inner layer, the cool ring from the collar bumping against my bosom, which were heaved up from the tight corset.

The next step I had to sit down for. I was very glad I'd worn Ballet boots before, because these were far from the kindest or most lenient pair I'd ever been put on me. Tight latex squeezing my leg all the way down, seemingly not allowing a single wrinkle even as I pushed my way to my feet, admiring the thin golden chain that glimmered in the light even as it hobbled my step, and the row of small buckles that covered them from top to the bridge of my foot.

Then came the uniform itself, the tight latex was pulled over my form... and I let out a gasp. The lace trim at the bosom had been better set up then I could have guessed. The neckline plunged enough to actually leave my nipples exposed, but the lace trim around it hid them cleverly... and made sure the lace teased them as I moved around, much like the whisper of the petticoats would do over my hips and rear. Panting slightly I mmmphed as the little maid's apron was secured in place about my tiny waist, plenty of slack left to make a big bow behind me that seemed to be as large as my head itself!! That only left the gloves, which were pulled on and secured tightly in place....

though I only noticed when they did that the fingers of the gloves weren't separate. Each finger was separate in the glove, but I couldn't draw them apart... each finger was sewn to it's mates next to it, not even my thumbs free to do anything. Basically bondage mitts...

"All right girlie, let's see how you look..." Cherry told me, and pushed the door closed, to show me the full length mirror on the back of it...

If I hadn't been gagged as I was, my jaw would have dropped to the floor. Not only was my entire crotch completely visible, along with my mouth held open for anyone's use (though right now it looked like someone stored a handful of pink feathers in it), and the stunning outfit flattering every feminine curve I had. I couldn't help but strike a pose for the mirror...

A move that resulted in a barrage of giggles form around me,"She loiks it!!" "All right sexy!!" "Woowoo!!" sever called, making me blush even deeper.

"Enough.." Cherry told her compatriots, then motioned me closer, where she hung a long leash from the collar I wore... then pulled sharply on it until I kneeled before the small bear, who was standing on a brightly colored box labeled "TOYS". With a casual motion, she pulled the duster from my mouth, seeing how damp it was, and my tongue working the open air for a moment, the bear's expression turned lustful...

"OKAY Girls!! Time to break her in!!" and with a single motion, Cherry pushed that phallus down my throat in one smooth motion. A whoop came form behind me and furry paws grabbed at me, pinning my arms behind me as I was forced into a tighter kneeling position, something pulling sharply on my tail as well, ankles forced together... and intrusions once again in sex and anus.. My mind fogging with the fierce sensations, and having already been driven to arousal from the outfit itself...

I had a feeling I'd be getting punished for a lot of missing things, both real AND imaginary....

Over the next week, Tasha's body was left sealed in her suit, and she began to realize it was the last thing she would ever wear. Something about the suit kept her clean, and never needed to come off. If it were not for her prior training in corsets, she would likely have passed out doing the most simple things, like sitting up. As it was, every time the Bears and their huge phalluses entered her, the pressure was immense. The Bears loved it, it made Tasha so tight. Tasha too, with her love of corsets, was driven to extreme pleasure, but the drug stopped her from climaxing, always pushing it further away. In the entire week that passed, she experienced only one more orgasm.

And she was indeed put to work, cleaning the shelves, and the other slaves, their cribs and everything else in their warren. But even while she did this, she was used, as teddy bears clinged to her bottom to ride her ass, or made her walk bowlegged as they pressed in and out of her exposed cunny. Not easy to do in her ballet heels. As her hands were nearly useless, she had to clean using the feather duster held in her mouth. When the Bears felt that she had screwed up, or not done a good enough job, they punished her by making it even harder to do anything. They would bind her arms behind her back. Make her clean while a Bear pressed his phallus into her cleavage, using that as yet another gratification spot. They would bind her ankles to her thighs and make her squirm around to clean, where they would of course ask her to clean the top shelves.

It was not easy for her to say the least, but that part of her ruled by her arousal still craved it, craved the Bears attentions. But as the week came to an end, she found that part losing power, and she could finally start to think clearly again. That was when Cherry and Chester paid her another visit, Cherry once again clipping a leash to Tasha's collar, pulling her down and letting Tasha's cheek caress her hard member.

"You been a good lass. It's time for your reward," said Cherry.

"Yeah , your reward," chimed in Chester.

Cherry led her out of the warren, while Chester decided to ride, hiding under the petticoats and slipping his huge phallus into Tasha's anus as she walked. As Tasha walked she was forced to sway on her heels from side to side, able to feel Chester deep within her. She almost though she could feel him touching her corset from the inside. Then they reached their destination, and Cherry wasted no time, leaping up and taking Polecat from underneath, filling her to the point that she found it difficult to find air to breathe, having to breathe only when they pulled out, and having it forced out of her as they thrusted. Where they were, was at the foot of the stairs to the King's throne.

"Oi, I see ya made 'er th' new maid, eh? I think it suits 'er." He descended the stairs, his phallus growing from his crotch as he walked down, bobbing back and forth. "Do you like yer new job, eh pretty pretty?" He laughed, obviously not caring what the slave thought, only the pleasure he wanted from her. He held her chin up in his large round paw, and removed her feather duster, and even the ring gag, as that made her mouth too small to contain him. As before, he roughly slid his member directly into her muzzle and down her throat, forcing her to bend over at 90 degrees, and hold his tummy for support as the two smaller Bears satiated themselves from the other end. He pumped in and out of her, and all Tasha could do was feel it. She was coming close to orgasm, the drug having worn off to that level, and the two bears in her cunny and rear driving her mad. She shivered and her body started to shake. Then the King came, driving his hot, aphrodisiac seed into her, driving her over the edge. Her world imploded. All of her senses closed in around her body, her sight disappearing as it turned inward, her hearing only able to listen to her racing heart, and her nose only able to smell her hot musk. Her sense of touch multiplied a dozen times over, could feel ever inch of the latex covering her, and the furry bodies abusing her. The King pulled out, and so did Chester and Cherry, letting Tasha collapse to the floor, twitching, lost inside her mind only unintelligible mewling coming from her lips. She soon passed out, not noticing how the King's Belly seemed to shift about and glow for a few seconds, as if in response to her climax...

I was floating. The outfit was still on me, as it had in all my dreams the past week. Memories were fuzzy, the drugs must have been clamping down on them. Making sure I could only feel the present, could only live in the present. Even in my dreams I could feel it. The fierce desires rushing through me like a raging fire that threatened to consume every part of me...

And yet, burning somewhere in the back of my mind, I REALIZED that. Something was keeping track. A small refuge for my sanity it felt like... Something... something away from the burning desires in my lions. The fierce sensations that seemed to be multiplied by thousands by the merest touch on my fur or flesh. The desires that raged through me...

It was like the first time. I knew I was being used... over and over again. The orgy had resumed, and they didn't care that I was passed out. I could feel my breath catching from time to time. But it was all like an awareness far away. Like the half of me connected with the fierce carnal desires of the aphrodisiac fed to me was being split off from the more logical side of me...

Then I could see... It HAD to be a dream. It was like walking through water. Everything was thick, the air felt hard to breathe, I was moving in slow motion, but everything else was moving at normal speed. I looked down and essentially saw myself. I was still clad as I had been earlier, the maid's uniform I had been told would remain forever on my person still followed me even into this dream state. Maybe this was how I saw myself, I always did adore such costumes and finery. The kiss and caress of the latex, the soft bounce of the frills against my anatomy, the sense of restriction and helplessness that went with it. I hated to admit it... but despite how little I liked the bears, this outfit was truly wonderful...

I looked down before me, and saw my body. I had passed out... or had I? I was moving, wriggling and writhing. In the back of my mind I could feel it all, every caress, every touch, the pounding that drove me steadily onward to an orgasm that could only rest just out of reach, motions and sensations that seemed to always be just out of grasp, and yet had the circumstances been normal, I would have been leveled by sheer arousal, not even making it past some of their baser touches before a climax...

But I took note of something else. Something odd... Everything looked washed out, like the colors had been run through the wash one too many times. I could see the orgy, and yet feel it in the back of my mind. It was... sort of like a double vision. But I was free of their grips, free to watch my own body writhe and squirm like a voyeur...

It took me several minutes before I could drag my eyes away from the scene. As frightening as it was, it was strangely compelling at the same time. But there was something else that drew my eyes... The gem...

The Bloodstone. It was glowing. It was glowing brightly at the moment.

I wondered what it meant... the warmth I felt from it as I reached up to touch where it lied imbedded in my throat. I felt it there, the warmth as well. Like it was alive, pulsing with my own heartbeat. Somehow comforting. My self being gang-banged couldn't notice it... but that one was glowing as well. Bother were glowing... as if it were somehow the means of this odd separation of my mental halves. Slowly I began to look around, maybe I could get out of here... though I was sure I couldn't. Eventually I would be drawn back to my body, unless I was to be some sort of ghostly maid for the rest of my existence.

Something caught my eye. Another glow. This one a soft golden light. I couldn't tell what was causing it... I slowly started to move to follow it. Walking slowly on the ballet heels, I picked my way down the tunnel, past bears that seemed not to notice me, everything washed out but the pulsing red on my throat, and the golden glow I was following. Passed another hoard of the little buggers as they were dragging some other girl to her fate. I just followed the procession, sort of perversely fascinated by it. The girl in question was a rather svelte mink of soft white fur. Stunningly beautiful, but with a look to her that made me immediately think she was aristocracy from back home. I didn't recognize her however, but that isn't surprising as well. Instead I just followed as she kicked and writhed in her ribbon-like bonds. The bears were carrying her face down, hands obviously tweaking at her breasts as she complained as best she could through the gag. A single bear on her back, slightly larger and with a panda-like coloring and patterning, wielded a riding crop to max effect, slapping the minks rear hard enough to make a sharp CRACK and causing the poor mink to buck and let out a squeal, as though somehow spurring her on would make the procession go faster...

Finally they arrived in the hall of the king... but my eyes were taken away from the newest capture of the perverted little monsters. My eyes were on the king himself... he.. HE was that golden glow...

No, wait. Not him... not per se. Something INSIDE him. A sort of double image, I could see the king, his monstrous phallus coming free as he approached the newest capture to indoctrinate her.. But inside... Something... no. SOMEONE...

I slowly moved closer, looking at whatever was there. I could see her more clearly, but only barely. I could feel her own arousal, knowing she couldn't wake, and couldn't feel a climax of any sort. She was stuck, perpetually on edge like a long dream that refused to end. Perhaps she did think it was a dream, curled up in a fetal position at the center of the pot bellied bear. She wasn't completely nude, but she reminded me of the stereotypical nubile wizardess, only clad in a long loincloth that would drag the floor if she was freed and a bra that seemed to resemble the bony hands of some skeleton, though the fingers were not positioned to hide her nipples at the point. Long raven black hair fell in waves from her... but despite seeing all of that, I couldn't tell what species she was...

I went to reach for her, slowly extending a hand, I wanted to know, I had to get closer.... But everything seemed to start to fall apart. A swirling overtaking me as the sensations, the feelings overwhelmed me, my body was arching and my eyes widened... I almost cried...

At the same instant I was back in my helpless body, being taken all over by the little bears. One shoved in my throat, another in anus and sex pumping at random intervals. Somehow during all of this one had chosen to sit on my chest and use my breasts as well.. and others held my arms out, and I could feel them pumping against my hands, fingers curling in the mitts to grasp at them to jerk them off too... And everything seemed to explode at once... All I could see were stars...

And then I really DID pass out...

The bloodstone had given Tasha a revelation, but her fugued mind could not grasp the meaning. Constantly used by the bears, or having to use all of her concentration to do the inane chores the Bears would assign her, she could not dwell on it. But it sat there, at the back of her mind, the hidden woman. She was important, but how? That train of thought would be abruptly ended every time she had a chance to think it by yet another bear choosing a piece of her body to use.

Tahsa's poor body suffered, even with the life-prolonging qualities of the Maid's uniform. Exhausted, and abused, she could hardly go on. For once caring about their toy, as many had grown quite fond of this sexual skunk, in the sense that she felt really good in that tight corset, they gave her a small reprieve, putting her back into the crib with the vixen plushie She had gained a few days rest. She thought to think about her situation, but her body decided otherwise. Utterly exhausted, she fell into a deep, dreamless slumber. She would not wake for 3 days.

She did not dream, but part of her consciousness, aided by the bloodstone, did wake up. She slowly left her body astrally again, and could see the Bears pleasuring themselves on the other slaves. She saw her own body, nearly lifeless as it slept. She again floated out, seeking that golden glow, that sense of comfort she felt when near it. She had to know, before it was too late for her. She knew what the King's drug was doing to her. She had been a slave, and a core of her /wants/ to be a slave, and thus she feels herself teetering on the abyss, in danger of losing all that she is to the slave within.

She floated through the caves, past the debauched bears and their captives, to once again float in front of the King. She could tell he was perturbed. The Bears had not captured a new slave in days, and the only way the King felt pleasure anymore was the taking of a fresh new slave, the knowledge that he destroyed their freedom. Without that pleasure, he sat on his throne, molesting the plush crotches that were the throne's armrests. The golden light, the woman inside the belly of the King, was restless as well. Its spirit tossed and turned, cried out for the feelings it so desperately craved. As indistinct as before, Tasha made her way up the stairs, kneeling down before the King, and outstretched a gloved hand to the golden being. Her astral hand passed through the belly of the King, and touched the woman, the sorceress, trapped there. ...and the sorceress opened her eyes.

Tasha's spirit felt the pull of her body, even the bloodstone's precious energy gone for now, as if the sorceress had borrowed some of it from her. She flew back to her body, and was once again in the abyss of sleep...

A tug, a pull that snapped me awake in an instant. I knew the tug, and old habits even from my Mistress had imbedded the knowledge of what it was deeply in my mind. The tug of a leash, the pull of the Mistress...

Or in this case, of the perverted little bears rousing me. I frowned slightly, and realized that it must be time to visit the king again, my only thoughts weren't about getting off, weren't about sex. Weren't about anything other then how sore I was. I couldn't feel beyond the fact I ached, both my muscles and parts of me I never felt violated quite this often hurt too. I was just exhausted... I felt as if I had no energy of my own...

The bears must have noticed this as well. Cherry pulled the leash until I got to my feet... then Chester jumped up behind me, pulling my arms back and quickly and efficiently restraining them at both elbow and wrist, both touching behind my back until it forced me to stand upright and properly...

Then they started to lead me. Not a word was said, but Cherry pulled on the leash until I was hunched slightly forward as I walked, being lead through the caves and passages as Chester sat right where my elbows joined, whooping as though the makeshift seat were some sort of saddle. He'd even gotten a riding crop from somewhere, one with an extra long shaft, and used it to slap my rear once, causing my to jump slightly, and muscled to protest.

"We oughtta make th' next one a pony!!" Chester called, slapping the crop against my rear once again, and causing me to protest behind the duster/gag. I wriggled slightly, and couldn't believe I was starting to enjoy this sort of treatment. The warmth from the riding crop on my ass seemed to be washing over me, a slight flush touching my cheeks. And I KNEW it wasn't the aphrodisiac this time...

It scared me. But I knew it was me.

I was pulled to the king bear once more... But there was something... Something different. It was like....

Then I knew... Something clicked, it was almost audible as I stood upright. Chester made sure I knew he didn't appreciate it with a loud YELP as he lost his seat, even Cherry lost her footing when I stood upright, her feet kicking as they left the floor. But I didn't even notice. I was staring at the king, even as he was approaching me. I didn't even look as his large oversized phallus began to come free...

What I did notice was a feeling. A pulsing. I knew what it was... the bloodstone was beating. It was matching my heartbeat even as the king pulled out the duster... and then yanked off the ring-gag... But there was a matching one... and colors seemed to fade compared to the golden glow before me. Beating... beating like a heartbeat, my own bloodstone and the kings stomach....

The king stopped. In that split second I saw realization cross his features. Unfortunately my next site was a lot lower. The riding crop slapped along the backs of my knees, causing me to yelp in pain as I fell to a kneeling position. When I opened my eyes I could feel the yank at the collar, this time behind me and pulling me back slightly, looking up at the king as he reached for his scepter...

"You little cunt..." he growled at me. He knew something, even as the pulsing seemed to grow more fevered, I started to struggle more against the bonds, even as he hefted the scepter up...

With a cry and pushed myself over, falling on my side and causing the scepter to miss me. I couldn't think of anything else to do... and I wouldn't be so lucky the next time... Especially not that I felt Cherry grab the hobble chain and yank upwards, pulling on my arms as well, effectively holding me in a hog-tie position so I couldn't wriggle away. Paws moved into my hair and yanked my head back, causing a cry to come from my lips.... Chester, his cock caressing my cheek as he held me from behind.

"Heh. He won't miss again you little cock-sucking bitch... " he giggled at me... And something inside... I dunno... I just lost it. Lost my temper, lost my control, all of it just snapped. I was so sick of being used, so sick of being scared, so sick of these little BEARS...

I turned my head, not caring about the pain and sunk my teeth into Chester's side and cock, and with a motion flung him as far as I could... his howling and swearing fading in an arc of trailing white stuffing... Of course that momentary triumph was overwhelmed when the bear stood before me, the scepter held tightly in his paw...

"Now then bitch..." he started. And with Cherry tightening her grip, I could only squirm and struggle against her, trying not to suffer the fate of the other girls turned to a plushie... I didn't want to be a plushie!!

I screamed a "NO!!!" at him.

To everyone's surprise, he stopped. No, not because of me. But because of something else. The glow I noticed had stabilized, both red and gold solid and bright, burning like twin stars in the room. But that's not what everyone's attention was on... I slowly lowered my eyes to see what they WERE looking at. And then I saw it....

A hand. A hand was pushed out of the stomach of the teddy bear. It's fingers were clawed, but the nails were tipped by painted red nails, black fur specked with the stuffing from inside the king... The king who had frozen, one hand held aloft as though preparing to strike downwards at me with the scepter.... But his face...

It was an almost comical vision of pure terror. His eyes watching as the seam started to split further, forcing the bear open. Only his wail was heard as the hands gripped the sides of the hole and pushed outwards with fantastic force....

I clenched my eyes shut, the sound was painful to hear. I only opened them again when I heard the scepter land only inches before my face, laying on the ground. Slowly I looked up, and it looked like a scene out of some picture show... The sorceress stood there, scattered about her were the small bits of stuffing that had been her prison for uncounted years. Her hands still holding the two halves of the former king, it's voice and evil silenced forever now... The black feline that stood there looked all that much more regal though. A long loincloth that fluttered about her legs, made of startlingly white silk. A bra that held her generous bosom in place, seemingly like the bones of some skeletal hand, holding her breasts up, but not preserving her modesty even a small amount.

I felt cherry behind me let go, even as the sorceress lifted the scepter that fell before my face, hefting it lightly before striking the side of it against her palm. To my shock, it looked like it shattered... no. it didn't shatter... Some sort of covering broke away, revealing a staff...

Wait. A staff in a scepter? I was confused, but if she was a sorceress, then perhaps it was not so surprising. The tip of the long black wooden staff was a crystal that sent rainbows scattering about the room. And with a sensuous motion, she reached down and picked up the end of my leash... tugging me lightly upwards until I gained my feet... To my surprise, my energy was back, as though I had somehow been lending it to her. Her eyes smiled as she looked me over.

"I may not like them, but I must say, you are quite fetching... " she purred softly at me,'Yes. I think you'll do nicely."

I didn't find out until much later what I'd "do" for, the sorceress simply leading me about by the leash as she used her staff to free the various slaves, and turn those that had been turned to plush back into more living states. But most of those she said were too far gone for her to help... When she finished that, the bears had managed to organize to try some sort of offensive against her... but a quick wave of her staff, the majority of them lay decimated by a wave of fire...

Then she tugged me along, looking for a place she seemed to deem "suitable", and away from the places the bears used to hold. Once finally getting there she did something, closing the entrance to the cave as she gave me a lusty smile...

I then found out, over then next week, exactly WHAT I'd do for. Apparently the sorceress wanted some... company to work off all the arousal those long years being trapped in the bear had worked up in her...

Let me tell you. She was damn creative too...

The sorceress put Tasha through all her paces and then some as she worked out decades of arousal built up within the prison of stuffing that was the King Bear. She was insatiable, and seemed not to even need sleep, having hibernated for so long. Any toys that she needed she would pull from nowhere, her powers returned. Sometimes she would restrain Tasha, and use her as a toy, bringing the poor trapped skunk to climax after climax, and force her to bring the same to the sorceress. Other times, she would be an insatiable lover, tenderly making love to Tasha, unrestrained, and Tasha found herself feeling such unending pleasure in the equality of those moments. And still other times, the sorceress would order Tasha to take charge, to tie her up and use her in any way the skunk desired. At the end of the week, both of the women passed out, and slept for a whole day.

When Tasha finally woke, she found herself alone. The sorceress was gone. But left behind was a knapsack, with a handwritten note in an elegant style. It read: