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She slowly wobbled her way on all fours to the table marked with the number two, obediently sitting in front of the group of guests, not saying a word. They were four lions, each probably in their thirties with a muscular build and rough facial hair. They laughed a little bit at the silly appearance of Nisha, then ordered a round of drinks, which she tried her absolute best to memorize.

After the orders have been given to her, she made her way to the room that all the other slaves seemed to go who were given orders, pushing herself through the small trapdoor. "Hey, what are you doing just standing there? Do you have an order or what?" A large, overweight skunk seemed to operate the kitchen, even more roughed up looking than the manager. He looked impatient and stressed, not tolerating any messing around from the skunk slaves.

"Y-yes sir, I'm sorry. Two number fives, two number threes." She said quickly. She was also a bit infuriated by his behavior, and that none of the rules were explained to her properly, leaving pretty much everything to just guess work for her.

"You must be new around here, huh?" He asked as he prepared the tray, getting an obedient nod from Nisha. "Just a nod? Just to clarify, you are allowed to talk when you're asked. I don't like to decypher body language." He had an obnoxious nasal voice, constantly sounding like he was judging everyone and everything.

"Sorry sir. Yes, I've started today... But I'm only gonna be here for three days!" She quickly added, as if that made any difference in how she was treated.

"Unpaid bill, huh? Just be sure to do everything exactly as you're told, Stink is notorious for extending these periods to be waay longer than what was agreed upon initially. Be careful with that tray now, you don't wanna drop it." Nisha held his hand out just like she saw the others do, and the skunk placed the tray carefully on top. The skunk might have been judgemental at first, but it was obvious that he had dealt with a bunch of newbies before, and he also seemed to have more sympathy for them. As if he had already seen ahead that those three days were probably going to be closer to a hundred.

She concentrated real hard to get through the door without spilling everything out, carefully crawling on the ground to the table that was luckily positioned quite close by. The tray was taken from her hands by one of the lions, and she sighed in relief, having just completed her first order without messing up.

The rest of her night was spent in a similar way, delivering food and drinks to the table, staying on the ground and completely silent unless she was asked to talk. It all went pretty well until she was going to get another order and as she was carrying the empty plate, her arms seemed to slip on something. Maybe the floor was a bit wet or someone had spilled something, but she fell on her belly, dropping the plate.

The fall didn't hurt at all thanks to the thick rubber padding, and neither the tray or the floor had any marks on it. But just as she was going to pick the tray back up, she saw one of the guests at a nearby table take out his cock and point it in her direction.

Nisha gulped, not knowing what to do- she was supposed to fulfill the wishes of the customers, but it was not her table and she was already taking an order... But she suddenly felt a squeeze by her null bulge, signaling her to stop resisting and do her job. There was nothing she could do, she left the tray on the ground and made her way to the table for the exposed cock.

She didn't even care to look who she was sucking off, all she could focus on was the erect penis now standing straight in front of her face. She loved cock for one, but it felt like the suit made her eagerness even stronger as she suddenly forgot about her unfortunate situation and became very willing to serve in any way she had to.

The customer seemed to want oral, as he pushed his penis through the flap on Nisha's mask's face. The cat obediently opened her mouth and let the cock slide in, sucking it with all her might. This was all accompanied by slight squeezes that the suit's null bulge gave to her penis as well, and she was really not sure whether it was another one of the suit's many tricks of manipulation, or just her growing cock getting squished more and more in the tight space the rubber allowed for.

The flap was tight, but wasn't able to form an airtight lock, causing a bit of fresh air to seep into the suit as well, which was a welcome surprise for Nisha after all the putrid stink she had to breathe for who knows how many hours. She wondered how much gas had escaped through the gaps, and whether the guests could smell it. Such an awful concoction of gasses must be a turnoff, right? Well, perhaps that's why the idea of skunk slaves is so appealing to some people...

Nisha sucked and slurped on the cock for a little while before the guest ejaculated into her mouth, filling it with the sweet, warm seed. The cat girl moaned from the pleasure, she was always turned on by cum in her mouth and the constant squeezing of the bulge made the feeling even better. The dick was soon pulled out through the flap and she was left breathing the thick, warm gas once again, but as she looked to the side, she saw three other cocks, all erect and ready to nest their ways deep inside the slave's body.

She knew that there was no space for hesitation or protest, as she obediently walked over to the other guests to let herself be used by them. One cock entered in through her mouth hole, while she felt the zipper opening on her ass, exposing it to the cooler air of the club. Not that the club was cold, in fact it was quite warm even in her regular clothes, but the inside of the suit felt like a furnace, with zero breathing room and nowhere for her sweat to go but to collect inside.

While she was hard at work sucking the cock that came in from the front, another one made its way in her ass, as she was now used from both sides. She turned her head to see the third guest rubbing and squeezing her null bulge, keeping himself entertained until it was his turn on the ass.

The two men took turns on the cat girl's ass, as if they were trying to see who would be able to go the most rounds without cumming. She couldn't really hear what they were talking about; the thick rubber padding on the inside and outside of her mask already obstructed most of the sounds from the outside, but the loud music and chattering from all sides made it impossible to understand anything that was being talked about behind her back.

Not that it mattered of course, as she was still rapidly fucked from behind, even after she had brought the dick coming in from the front to an orgasm and had swallowed its seed. Having a freshly emptied mouth, she could now quietly moan as her hole was rammed ever harder by the long, rock hard cocks that constantly impaled her from behind. But no matter how persistent they were, one of them had to cum eventually- and then so did the other.

After what felt like hours of fucking, Nisha was left with a sore mouth and a sore asshole still full of two loads from complete strangers that she didn't even have the opportunity to see. After collecting herself for a little bit, she looked back at table two, to see that the guests were already gone from that table. Nisha hoped that not bringing their order wasn't going to be a misconduct, but it was too hard to change anything now- and as she saw it from the ever loosening crowd, her shift was slowly coming to an end.

For the rest of the night she just wandered around and wasn't assigned to a table, spending her time observing the others and trying to learn any tricks to make her life easier. After the last guest had left, all the slaves were called into their living units, except Nisha, who was pulled aside by Stink.

"I see you've completed your first shift!" The manager of the club said, Nisha nodding her head silently, a little bit exhausted even though she had an extra short shift. "Well, let's see your summary as reported by your suit."

The skunk did something to the suit behind her back and pulled out a tiny card, inserting it into his computer. The screen was filled with stats including number of orders taken, overall customer satisfaction, how many minutes of rest she had and so on, even displaying footage of the key moments of the night from the cat's perspective from a tiny camera she didn't even notice was there.

"Welp, you didn't do all that well according to the stats... The people who got to fuck you reported all nice things, but you had quite a bit of free time where you didn't work at all... Trying to resist here and there... Oh and you failed to bring one of the orders out! That's pretty critical." He said as he scrolled through the mountains of data that the suit collected without Nisha even knowing.

"O-one of the customers had their cocks out while I was delivering it and I had to suck!" She blurted out to defend herself, but immediately regretted it as one of the red numbers on the screen got added one.

"Speaking without being asked... That's something you did quite a few times as well, huh? Well it wasn't all that bad, but you're not unsavable. I'd say if you spent 30 days here, you'd pretty much get the hang of things." Nisha couldn't quite understand what the manager was saying. Did he actually mean that she was going to work 30 more days? Surely not...

"So yeah, I hope nobody's gonna miss you at home. You're gonna be here for quite a long time, buddy!" He grinned as he pet Nisha's head. It was something that he had done several times in the past, and showed no signs of regret for doing it. After all, he never broke contract, it was all written on the paper, albeit parts of it were so small that one would have had to seriously strain their eyes to read it. But as long as it was not illegal, he was going to do anything to grow his business.

"Wait what? That's absolutely ridiculous! The contract was for three days, not a fucking month!" She started shouting from under her mask, trying to rip it off herself. Three days was something she could accept, but a whole month was something else entirely.

"Spoke without permission again! Let's make it thirty one so we have a nice, round month! Besides, the contract said that I have the right to extend the period by however long I feel reasonable, if I think your performance was not up to standards." Stink laughed as he changed the remaining days for Nisha on the computer to 31.

Nisha was filled with rage, but knew that protesting would only get her more serving time. She felt rightfully ripped off, but she signed what she signed- and there was no backing out of it. She started heading to the room all the others went to after the shift had ended, but was suddenly stopped by the skunk.

"Hey, did I say we're done, slut?" He asked in an aggressive tone, closing the door Nisha was just going to walk out of. "You messed pretty much everything up, but the customers said that you were a good sucker. Let me see how you perform~" He whipped out his large, musky looking penis from under his pants and cornered the slave, pushing it into her mouth hole.

Nisha tried to argue back, but her mouth was immediately filled with the cock that smelled and tasted just as musky and unclean as it looked. The guests she had to deal with were relatively clean, but the amount of filth on the sketch looking skunk was more than what she had gotten used to.

But despite the unpleasant taste and smell, she couldn't help but get horny again, as her suit's bulge tormented her even more while the gross dick went in and out of her throat. She tried not to gag and used all her strength to give the best blowjob she could, and her efforts were rewarded even more by the suit, which made her hornier and hornier.

The cock was suddenly slipped out of her mouth leaving her panting, but that was only half of the torment. Now his cock readily lubricated, he opened up Nisha's ass zipper and spread her cheeks as far as he could before entering her ass still filled with a bit of cum from the strangers she had to please earlier in the night. Stink didn't seem to let himself be bothered by that however, as he went to town wrecking the cat girl's guts with his oversized skunk cock.

Being penetrated so deep and hard did cause Nisha a bit of pain, but stronger than her pain was her arousal. She kept on moaning loudly as her prostate was massaged in the best ways, groping her null bulge to try to give more stimulation to herself to finally bring herself to orgasm after such a long night of what was technically edging for her. Her boss might have been a sadistic, sketchy asshole, but he sure knew how to give the best anal.

Stink must have seen her desperate efforts to cum, as he leaned close to the slave's ears, making an offer. "I see you're trying to cum pretty badly... Don't you~?" He asked in a highly seductive tone, knowing how easy it was to manipulate people in that state. However, not thinking and just following blind intuition and feeling was the worst thing someone could do in the presence of such a quick witted businessman.

"YES! YES PLEASE!" The cat girl couldn't even think anymore, all she had on her mind was her desire to orgasm, trying to grope the unforgiving bulge harder and harder. Maybe there was one single voice in her head that tried telling her that this was a bad idea, but her horniness and frustration proved to be much stronger.

"Well you know I could let you cum... I could let you cum every day! And all I need for that is for you to become my full time employee~" He said as he stopped with the fucking for a bit, putting a pen and paper in front of her.

"No please, don't stop fucking me! Oh gosh, alright, this must be some super illegal business anyway that's gonna be shut down..." Nisha muttered to herself as she signed the contract without any further thought, then wiggling her ass to beg Stink to put his cock back inside of her.

"Good girl~ But also, I wouldn't count on that. Like I said, connections~" The skunk pet her head and pressed something on her suit that suddenly released her null bulge. The feeling of fresh, cold air on Nisha's sweaty cock was something that already kind of equalled an orgasm, and suddenly her hoses were detached from the tank as well, letting her breathe fresh air once again.

"Oh my god, thank you!" She moaned out in pleasure, for a moment believing that signing all her rights away to this shady bar was the best decision of her life. However she instantly started second guessing herself as Stink put the ends of the hoses to his butt and she could instantly smell the sweat that had been collecting on there for who knows how long.

Before she could protest, the ass started emitting the deadly skunk fart that she had been forced to smell for hours, but it was much, much stronger this time. The usual breathing gas was developed so it could be breathed for hours at a time, but a single whiff of her new boss's stink made Nisha tear up and cough uncontrollably, the gas being so thick inside her mask that she was almost able to see it.

Coughing and tearing were not the only side effects the stink brought with itself however- it also made the cat girl even hornier. She didn't remember herself having a fetish for skunk stink before, but the highly concentrated smell that could only be described as rotten eggs mixed with burning tires, caused some kind of reaction in her that made her even more horny and eager to cum.

That was only a demonstration, however. Stink shoved the tube far up his ass so it wouldn't fall out, and took out his cock to fuck his new slave's ass once again. The gas kept coming in the mask uncontrollably, eventually at a higher rate than Nisha was able to exhale. The mask allowed for no leaks and more and more gas came so none could escape through the tube, leaving the only place that they could go to be the cat girl's body. She could feel herself getting more and more filled with it, first her lungs, but also her stomach.

The skunk grabbed her inflating belly as he kept shoving his cock in and out of her asshole, gently pressing on it as a form of play. The slave moaned up in pain as her insides were squished and expanded at the same time to allow her body to accomodate more of the gas that just never seemed to stop coming.

Finally after a long long minute of inflation, the manager came inside of her, inflating her guts even further as she was now not only forced to hold the gas, but also the large seed of the merciless skunk. Even though she was in quite a bit of pain, the horniness and the warm feeling of the gush of cum entering her ass and the cock still rubbing up against her prostate, she finally released her load as well, spewing her cum all over the clean looking floor tiles.

"Good girl, you got what you wanted, huh?" Stink snickered as he kept rubbing and massaging his new employee's bloated stomach.

"Y-yes... Thank you..." Nisha forced the response out of herself, as it was not very easy to talk while she was being filled to the brim with fart.

"That's right. Now go to the sleeping station, unfortunately you don't have time to clean yourself because of our little adventure tonight. Better luck next night! Or any of the ones that follow, you'll be pretty much here for all eternity!" The manager smiled as he pulled the tube out of his ass, allowing Nisha to deflate back into her original form.

Now that her horniness was gone, the cat realized what she had just done. As the null bulge formed again around her cock she didn't know when she would be able to see or touch it again- but like Stink said, she agreed to live this life pretty much until the day she dies.

She crawled her way on all fours to the room that was labeled "SLEEPING COMPARTMENT", going in through the flap on the door. It was really not what she expected, instead of the slaves sleeping comfortably in beds, there were strange tubes on the walls that seemed to connect with certain parts of the suits for those who had already gone to sleep. There were several slaves who were still awake and playing some games with each other, which mostly just consisted of kicking pebbles around or whatever they could find in the room. There was not a lot of source of simulation, presumably to make them even hornier and more eager to serve the guests the following day.

It all seemed quite creepy as still none of them were allowed to talk, so they mostly just hung around with each other, but Nisha could see some of them use a kind of sign language a few were using with each other, as apparently that was not against the rules, at least not yet. She went to look for her own sleeping device, but to no avail. All of them were numbered, but since she still didn't have a number for some reason, it was unclear which one she got.

That's when she suddenly felt something touch her shoulder. She looked around, seeing two slaves behind her, both looking the exact same. Faceless, emotionless, Nisha turned her head to the side to signal that she didn't understand what was going on. One of them had the number twelve printed on his suit... Nisha suddenly remembered that he was the one who served them earlier that night. Kind of an awkward situation, but she didn't really think much about it. The other one seemed to be the slave that was assigned to the table that she tripped at and had to suck the guests off, at least by what she remembered by the number 16 printed on his suit.

At first they stood motionless in front of her, but they suddenly started moving towards her, getting up in her personal space and forcing her to move further back, eventually hitting the wall. They seemed hostile in their movements, and Nisha started to wonder whether they actually wanted to punish her for something. She did trip one of them up and stole credit from the other...

She really wanted to ask what was going on, but talking was against the rules and she hadn't learned the slave code yet. She couldn't negotiate, plead or ask for help, all she could do was slowly back away and try not to make any sudden movements or initiate aggression. The two slaves definitely seemed to be stronger than her, easily being able to grab her off the ground even in their dumb mits and carry her to a sleeping station that was presumably hers. She couldn't read the number but it didn't matter, as she was soon strapped into the machine despite her best efforts to kick and struggle against her attackers.

One of them got behind her while the other stayed in front, and she could feel her ass zipper opening again. She had no idea how they did that with no hands, but those guys seemed like they had been working there for a long while, so it wasn't all that surprising that they had a couple of tricks up their sleeves. While her ass was being unpacked, the other one grabbed a hose that was dangling from the ceiling in every sleeping station and screwed it onto the entrance of Nisha's mask, opening a valve on it.

She immediately felt a strong, warm whiff of gas enter her mask, raising the pressure so much inside that it made her ears pop. It was the same think she had smelled when she was being used by her boss just a couple of minutes ago, coming even stronger and more consistently, making her feel like she was starting to inflate right away, even though she still struggled to blow it out of her lungs.

In the meantime, she could feel something enter her hole, an elastic rod that felt a lot like a dildo. The slave pushed and pulled it roughly in and out of her ass, making her tense up with each time it was shoved all the way in. It was much bigger than the cock she just had to take, and she barely even dared to imagine what it looked like from the outside.

In the meantime a small crowd of slaves had gathered in front of the restrained cat, then made their way up into the sleeping station. She could feel them rub their null bulges against her body, while quiet moans were heard all around. Soon enough, she was completely swarmed by the army of drones, all seeking to get as much pleasure from their helpless mate as they could.

Suddenly the hose on her mask was unplugged and a rubber mitted fish had entered through. Despite her best efforts to keep it out of her mouth, Nisha eventually had to give in and start sucking it as the large ball made it difficult for her to breathe. Even though the hose had been removed not much of the gas managed to escape due to the arm of the slave completely blocking the flap once again, but Nisha hoped that she would be able to get rid of at least some of it once he pulled out.

The minutes went on and the slaves seemed to get more and more eager and horny, rubbing their unforgiving null bulges all over the cat's body, including her face, mouth and her stomach, which was still a bit bloated from the amount of gas it had to store. Of course none of them were able to cum and neither was her, but the constant barrage of horniness simply never seemed to stop on her.

It could have lasted for hours and hours, but finally the door opened, the manager of the bar standing at the entrance. The slaves, not wanting to get in trouble, immediately let go of their newest mate, climbing off the sleeping station and into their own. Nisha watched in awe how much respect and obedience Stink could command without saying a word to his employees. But then again, disobedience had a pretty high price over there...

"Got a bit rough on the new girl? She's a beauty, huh~" The skunk said in a half joking, half condescending manner as he pet the exhausted cat girl's head. "I understand your excitement, but please, don't let that happen again. You know what the punishment for bullying is."

Neither of them really knew what it was, but judging from the punishments that other, less serious crimes were given, they could very easily guess that it was nothing that they wanted to be involved in. Stink called in a couple of staff members who each connected the slaves to the different tubes in their stations that would make them sleep through the night.

Stink made her way to Nisha and looked at the sleeping station she was strapped into. "Number 72... Alright, that works" He said as he grabbed a stamp from the bag he was carrying around, pressing it onto Nisha's suit to mark her with her permanent number. "Now you can truly feel like you're part of the family~" He smiled, petting the newest slave's head once again.

Nisha was both nervous, embarrassed but most of all mad at herself for accepting such a ridiculous deal. Selling herself to the bar for a single orgasm, and now having to spend the rest of her days with a bunch of guys who had lived this lifestyle for so long that all they could think about was sex... And she was going to become just like them in a couple of months or years.

She looked around to see what the others were doing, some were already completely knocked out by the potent sleeping gas, some were still squirming around in their stations while the employees prepared them for the night. None of them seemed to express any emotion or thought other than horniness, their minds were completely erased by the constant orgasm denial and the assumably brain destroying stink that they were fed day and night.

She thought about how that day was probably the last she could think with a clear head, the last day that she could have been worried about her mental well being until she was brought down to the level of the others, which was maybe fixable, but probably not. She wanted to protest, scream and try to escape one last time, but the tube of sleeping gas was just screwed onto her mask. It didn't have a particular smell, just felt incredibly heavy and tiresome to breathe.

She felt her body weakening and her limbs had already fallen asleep after just a couple of seconds. The staff member who put her to sleep had already moved on to the next slave and now she was left all alone, waiting for the gas to finally set in and put her mind to sleep as well. Her body and especially her eyelids started feeling heavier and heavier, and it seemed pointless to fight it. After a couple of moments, her vision started darkening, and she finally collapsed into the comfortable restraints of the sleeping station, instantly falling into a deep sleep, just like all the other 73 slaves that were now sleeping soundly, making it very difficult to believe that just a mere ten minutes ago they were torturing one of their mates in a spontenous orgy. But that's just the life of someone who worked in such a position for too long.