What's the difference between experience and inexperience?

Well, experience tends to give you the skillset that pays the bills. Experience will give you more opportunities throughout life, and experience will help you navigate hard tasks and challenges.

Above all, experience seems to outrank everything.

Everywhere, except for one place. One special, sadistic little place.

Summer's dungeon- not known to many, but pleasant to a very few. The others? An absolutely miserable place to spend the rest of your life. Still, there are worse places in the Goat's circle to be sent- so for the most part, the residents of Summer's dungeon try to keep their agony to a minimum.

Key phrase, for the most part.

Here we see two residents of the dungeon. One experienced, one inexperienced. Notice how the inexperienced slave tries to call for help and break free, despite it's obviously hopeless situation. It even tries to position itself better, at the expense of it's cellmates' balls.

Notice how the experienced slave is kneeling, patiently waiting whatever 'fun' activity the sadistic goat has in store. It had been through this same song and dance for...gosh, I doubt even it could tell you how long. The possum used to have an actual life, until he snickered at the wrong Goat's name in a hotel. That landed him a permanent stay in Summer's dungeon, gaining him lots of valuable experience along the way.

Experience that would allow him to impart useful advice to the inexperienced slave- Such as escape attempts being harshly punished, or that the "blue sky" he was calling out to was actually just a fancy projection Summer used to fuck with his prisoners. They were actually deeeeeep underground.

Though, unfortunately for him, the gag firmly stuck in his maw, sealed in by the latex muzzle prevented any guidance he could wish to depart from escaping his lips. His cellmate was struggling for nothing, straining his balls, in a stunt that would most likely result in a group punishment and little else.

He didn't even know where the other guy came from, or how long he had been in...Summer's care, but it couldn't have been long. The rabbit seemed to still be under the impression that he would escape this- that he wasn't facing the rest of his life as he looked into the cold, cramped, unforgiving walls of the dungeon.

Maybe Summer thought it was a Kangaroo and got confused- and that's why he grabbed him. Winter allowed a very rare, small smile curl at his lips at that thought- but it was quickly wiped off as his balls felt a harsh tug from the rabbit trying to get closer to the bars.

As Winter whined and tried to give the rope a little more slack, he realized something...odd. The rabbit looked eerily similar to himself- black and white, messy hair... only this was a rabbit, not a possum- He wondered if Summer's twisted sense of humor was responsible for their inverted outfits, with him wearing black latex and a white collar, and the rabbit in white latex with a black collar. He shrugged, jumping slightly at yet another tug on his nuts.

This guy was going to get them BOTH tortured! He wasn't even DOING anything, and he'd SURELY be lumped into the punishment that the Goat would absolutely dish out!! This wasn't fair, he was being obedient!! If only the rabbit would sit quiet and LISTEN to him, and STOP tugging on his balls-!!

His experience caused memories of the harsh punishments to come flooding back to him. The goat kicking his balls- stringing him up and testing how much of an enlarged dildo he could take- mounting him on a wall to be used as a playtoy for one of the dungeon's demi-doms... Each memory that crossed his mind caused him to whine a little louder, breathe a little faster, and worry a little more.

The cacophony of grunts and begging and gagged pleading seemed to only get louder, with the inexperienced and experienced slave both fighting for attention. They would both soon regret obtaining it, as the heard the familiar sound of goat hoof-ed footsteps slowly approaching their cell...