After the dance, Tails was given a list of clients by her current owner, Fiona the fox futanari. She was also the manager of the club and worked with Rouge to run the place. She didn't care much for Tails, only using her when she was bored or angry. She kept Tails' clitty locked up and only removed them when she danced, or at the behest of a client.
But apparently that wasn't the case at the moment, since she got on her knees and caged Tails' clitty on the spot.
"Alright, listen here, bitch," she said scornfully. Her tone made Tails' nipples harden. She was a masochist at heart, after all. "You only got one client tonight."
"I-I'm sorry, Mistress," Tails whimpered. "I'll do better next—ahh!"
Tails half screamed and half moaned. Unlike Rouge, who gently played with her micro penis before putting her cage on, Fiona despised those with tiny cocks. It was her right, of course, as an alpha, so Tails couldn't complain.
She shoved the tube into Tail's urethra and tightened the cage up so hard it hurt. Tails loved it.
"This client is one of our biggest patrons. You only have one because you'll be servicing him all night."
"S-So . . . my dance was good, Mistress?"
Fiona scowled and smacked Tail's tiny balls. She shivered and stood to attention.
"Just get in there and do everything he asks," Fiona commanded, and as she walked away, she hissed, "Stupid slut."
Tails bowed. "Yes, Mistress."
Tails went to his room, room 13. His client was already there. His master for the night, lying on his heart shaped bed. Naked. Hairy. Fat. A large and ugly hog man. He was not attractive in any sense. One look could cause flowers to shrivel, for milk to spoil, etc. But it wasn't the looks that mattered to Tails. It was the size of the cock.
And he was massive. A two foot long meat pipe as thick as his femboy thighs. Even at the door, Tails could smell the sweat and filth all over it. Before she knew it, she was running up to the hog man and kneeling between his legs. Her eyes were glued on the cock.
Hairy, wrinkled, and caked in so much smegma, that if Tails were to gather it all up, she could make a tennis ball out of it. With the cock inches from her nose, the smell became more prominent. Like blue cheese and sulfur. A wonderful smell. The smell of a real man's penis.
But Tails had forgotten her manners and cleared her throat. Her last chance before gagging on that delicious piece of man meat.
"Hello, Master," she nervously introduced herself. "My name is Tails, but . . . if that name is not good enough, please call me whatever you want."
"Oh?" he laughed. His voice was deep and rumbly, like a tank engine. "Then I can call you . . . sissy bitch?"
Tails perked up.
"Or maybe . . . cum addict?"
Tails panted loudly.
"You know what . . . let's just call you meat hole."
Tails came. Not literally, just emotionally. A heavenly dry orgasm achieved from verbal abuse. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she could fall so low, but thanks to her Mistress' training and her long list of clients, Tails was the best whore she could be.
In her stupor, Tails' face planted into the client's massive ballsack. It was warm and felt like fine leather. He kissed and licked it on instinct.
"Thank you for choosing me tonight, Master," Tails said. "Please, if there's anything I can do, don't hesitate to command."
"Well, for starters, meat hole, clean my dick."
"With pleasure."
Tails dragged her tongue across her Master's length of meat. Her mouth collected stray hair and old smegma with each traversal. It reeked of spoiled fish. It had the texture of semi-dry glue, chewy and sticky. Tails could almost see all the bitches and femboys that worshiped her Master's cock, and was so happy to be on that list.
It took a long while to turn his delicious cock into a squeaky clean meat pole, and Tails enjoyed her meal thoroughly. She didn't let a single spec of smegma go to waste. In fact, she had a mouthful of aged spunk in her mouth at that moment, showing off to her Master, before swallowing.
"Thank you, Master," she said with the utmost gratefulness. "It was delicious."
"That's just the appetizer, bitch," the hog man jeered. He grabbed his two foot schlong and smacked Tails in the face with it. "Here's the main course."
"That will fill me up for sure." Tails licked her lips. "May I?"
"Get on up here and show me that ass, baby girl," he commanded.
Tails nodded obediently and crawled on top of the large hog man. Her thighs sandwiched her client's head. Ass and legs spread, giving him a wonderful view of her cute pink hole and tiny chastity cage. The hog man licked his lips hungrily, pushing his thick, calloused fingers into Tail's bussy.
Tails squirmed and moaned atop of her client, but once he was done loosening her up, he held her thighs to keep her still, and started licking her up and down. His tongue was rough and slimy, and was long enough to reach Tail's leaking chastity cage. He teased her, cleaning her as thoroughly as she cleaned the smegma off his cock.
But the foreplay soon ended. The client was getting hungry, judging by his throbbing member. Without warning, he shoved his large tongue into Tail's fuck hole, the latter instantly had a dry sissygasm. Even in her afterglow, the hog man's tongue ravaged her lower walls and raped her prostate—or what her Mistress loved to call, bitch button.
Tails panted and strained her tiny brain to keep awake. His tongue rested inside of her for a single minute, but it felt like an eternity. She foolishly thought it was over when he pulled his tongue out, but then he grabbed her by the head and shoved her face into his cock.
"The fuck you doing, idiot?" the hog man snarled. "Get to work, meat hole."
"I-I'm so, so sorry, Master," Tails gasped, and immediately wrapped her lips around the cock's head. It was as wide as an apple. In the past, there was no way she could've put the entire thing in her mouth, but thanks to her daily training, she had the gag reflex that rivaled her snake girl co-whore.
In a matter of seconds, she pushed and pushed until six inches of alpha cock were down her throat. There was still a ways to go, but she received an undeserved compliment from her master.
"That's a start, fox whore," he said, and went back to his own work, raping Tails' rectum with his humongous tongue.
Tails managed to get a foot of meat into her mouth, and started pulling away and pushing down at a steady pace. Her saliva trailed down her master's member, lubing it up, and she rubbed the other half with her hands.
His tongue continued to devastate her hole, stretching it out with pure girth. As time went by, Tails thought of something naughty. She had no right to do this, but she only ever thought of her client's pleasure, honest.
She pulled away, giving the tip a saliva coated kiss before doing her little experiment. With her own tongue, she licked the hog man's tip. All of a sudden, the alpha male shivered beneath her and stopped moving his tongue.
Tails ignored that and pushed her tiny tongue into his urethra. He squirmed and gently thrust his hips, smacking Tails' lips, but she continued to pleasure her client to the best of her imagination. But the taste of his cock, the inside of it, was more than she could bear. Her mind was blank, only thinking about the astringent taste of her master's urethra.
So lost in thought she was, that she never even noticed that the hog man had gotten to his feet and carried her along with it. The moment Tails realized her situation, her master grabbed her by the waist and impaled her throat with his cock. All two feet of it stuffed her esophagus. She'd throw up if she wasn't plugged to the brim.
Fear and pleasure filled her dim mind, none of it mattered though, as a sex toy shouldn't be allowed to feel anything. And that was exactly what she was for the next half hour, as the hog man violated her throat and ass simultaneously. All Tails could do was languidly stay in place.
And she enjoyed every second of it. Though she must admit, her favorite part was just coming up.
The hog man's cock grew in size and, at the very last second, seized up. She could feel fresh, warm life expand his urethra. She felt it push against her lips, trailed down her tongue and throat, and eventually, released directly into her stomach.
Her slim belly inflated as cum entered her. And you know what else? It kept entering her. Over and over. It just didn't stop.
Her master pulled out, superior semen still spewed out of his penis and sprayed Tails all over. Even when he dropped her on the bed, it continued to hose her body in white. Tails' only thought was that she died and this was her heaven, a place to serve alpha males with a fountain that endlessly flowed with cum.
Of course, her master couldn't care less about her fantasies. Still coming, he spread her legs and shoved his cock into her bussy hole. Tails came on the spot, but realistically, she never stopped coming. Everytime a dry sissygasm ended, another one took its place. Like her master, she was endlessly cumming.
He came into her ass and used that as lube to push farther. Tails couldn't believe how much she could take. She served plenty of large cocks, but this one . . . it was by far the best. Even better than her Mistress, Rouge. She would need to tell her that once she returned, and receive the proper punishment for being so disloyal to her cock, but it was the truth.
Hog man's cock practically destroyed her intestines. It slipped between her lungs. And punched her heart. Tails immediate thought was, death by being impaled by an alpha cock would be a wonderful ending for a whore like her.
The only thing she could feel was happiness as her master destroyed her insides and stained it with his cum. He never let up. Never showed her any mercy. She was repeatedly reminded that she was an object, not a person, and that she should be grateful to break on his cock.
He continued to use her well into the night. Never pulling out more than a foot of his massive cock. She passed out, but that didn't matter. He had his way with her and then some.
Eventually, even the hog man began to tire. He slept with her, using her bussy as a cock warmer. Tails slept in the musk of alpha semen and passionate rape, dreaming of endless sex and lust. She was happy. Content. The hopeless pervert had not a single regret and only wished for her life as a prostitute to continue.