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Mary's Name is Gloria

Part 2

Dyer

"She's mine, correct?" A well dressed male coyote reasoned. "I have a right to see her."

The lioness across from him shuffled some paperwork before setting it aside. She folded her paws together on top of her desk and regarded her client with a gentle smile. She was an impressive female, even setting aside her age. Tall, well-endowed, and strong. Her hair was painstakingly done up into an intricate bun. Unlike others of her age she was confident enough to let the natural gray show instead of attempting to dye away the middle age. Her face was a collection of sharp angles and high cheekbones. A pair of horned rimmed glasses complimented her facial features. All of this buttressed by the firm professionalism of her business suit.

"I'm not entirely sure if you understand what it is we do, Mr. Dyer." She said.

"You deal in slaves." The coyote said. "What else is there to know? Look, I put down a significant amount of money and now you're denying me access to my purchase."

"I'm not denying you anything." The lioness explained. "I'm simply concerned that you might put that purchase at risk."

"Isn't that my business and not yours?"

"It is," the lioness agreed, "and if you persist I have no legal recourse to prevent you from doing whatever you wish with her. However, I've done this for a long time and I know how this will turn out if you refuse our services."

"And how is that?" The coyote asked.

The female leaned back in her chair. "As I see it what will happen is you will force yourself onto her. She'll grow to fear and resent you and sexual activity in general. In a few months you'll tire of her crying, begging and repeated attempt to escape so you'll sell her for a fraction of what you paid. She'll be unfit for service and eventually she'll end up in either a coal mine or a comfort facility. Meanwhile you'll be back here with a second, possibly more expensive, purchase."

The coyote sighed and stood up. He was young, thin and not particularly tall. He made up for those shortcomings by dressing in finely tailored imported suits that fit him like he was born to wear them. He walked over to the window and looked out. The window was overlooking what appeared to be a playground with a dozen cubs of a wide range of ages being watched over by older females in guard uniforms. The children were all female and wore identical plain clothing with an electronic collar around their necks. One in particular had his eye. A young otter cub with long dark hair. She sat alone with her head down, possibly weeping.

Mr. Dyer put his paws in his pockets. "She is extraordinary."

The feline joined him by the window. "It would be a shame to see her in a comfort facility." The she said.

"Yeah." He agreed. He knew full well that there was no "comfort" in those places. They were rape factories. "Still, I want to see her. I want to be with her."

"You will." The lioness assured him. "In time she will come to you and give herself to you freely. She will call you "master" not out of obligation but of infatuation. She will do anything you desire in order to win your approval."

"You can do this?"

She nodded. "This institution has a ninety-nine percent success rate, providing the owners follow our instructions. Unfortunately the first part is the most difficult. She has to accept her situation. During that period it is best if she doesn't associate you with what has happened to her, so we need you to stay away for a little while. Later we'll slowly introduce you to her and your relationship will start to grow."

"How long will that take?" Mr. Dyer asked.

The feline shrugged. "It's hard to say right now since we just admitted her. I spent some time with her this morning and she seems quite resistant. The first part of her grooming will be the most challenging for her and for you. Six months. Seven at the most until we can begin the introductory phase."

The coyote sighed again. "That's a long time."

The lioness moved closer to him, brushing the back of her paw on the side of his face. "You are a male of passion." She stoked his ear between an index finger and thumb. "I could sense that about you."

Mr. Dyer was confused by her sudden forwardness and backed away. "Whoa! What's this about?"

"You're our client, Mr. Dyer." She told him as she closed the gap between them. "You were wrong. We don't deal in slaves, we deal in love. Both mental and physical. Your needs are our concern. You don't think we expected you to keep your passion in check for all that time, do you?"

"I don't think I... w-what are you getting at?" The coyote suddenly looked like the young, inexperienced stud that he was, not the professional businessperson he was trying to be.

The lioness unbuttoned the top of her blouse, exposing her ample cleavage and the edges of a strained lace bra. "I saw you looking. They were the first thing you looked at when you walked in." She accused him with a teasing voice. "Were you wondering if they were real?" She pulled the pins out of her bun and let the long, flowing gray streaked blond hair fall down her back. To top it off she took off her stern librarian-style glasses before putting her arms around Mr. Dyer's neck.

The coyote was overwhelmed with the female's sudden change in demeanor. The professional lioness had shed her austere posture as easily as tossing off a coat. She pressed herself against him and he could feel her hot breath in his ear. She was much taller than he was, an irresistible presence of femininity.

"If you don't want me another staff member would be happy to service you, maybe a younger one?" She put her lips close to his ear. "But I think you will really enjoy me." She purred. "I know I'll enjoy you."

The coyote answered by firmly grasping the lioness by the rump. Even if he wanted to refuse her his body wouldn't let him. She was too much to turn down. The lioness responded to his touch by gasping and arching her back, thrusting her breasts into his muzzle.

"Oh, you're so bold, Mr. Dyer." She spoke with a sultry voice.

"Max, er... Maxwell." He told her with his nose in the cleavage of her bosom. "Call me Maxwell."

She grinned and stroked his head. "And what shall you call me, Maxwell dearie? I can be anyone you want. Maybe your best friend's mother? Or that nice lady down the street? Perhaps a work acquaintance?"

Max's eyes brightened at the suggestion. "Sister Ann. My middle school math teacher." He suggested. The lioness raised an eyebrow at the request causing him to feel a bit bashful.

"I had a crush on her, and you... kinda remind me of her." He explained shyly.

The lioness grinned and put her glasses back on, keeping them low on the bridge of her nose so she could look down on him. "Maxwell," she said sternly while pushing him away, "I'm afraid you're going to fail my class." She turned and sashayed from him to her desk. She picked up a wooden ruler and turned back to him while leaning on the desk, her eyes regarding the coyote over the rims of her glasses. She tapped the ruler on the palm of her paw.

"What are we going to do about that?"

Mr. Dyer was taken aback by how quickly she could fall into a role. She seemed to have great talent for such things.

"Um... no, Sister Ann, I uh... I can't fail." Max started, feeling inadequate for such role play. "Uh... My mom will, um--"

"Sit down, Maxwell!" The lioness demanded, pointing to a chair with the ruler. The coyote hesitated a bit but obeyed her, mostly at the behest of his penis.

The feline walked around him, dragging the tip of the ruler over his shoulders while she did so. "Your mother will be quite upset." She told him. "All the money she spends to send you to this school. She expects more from you, Maxwell. As do I."

"I'm uh... doing my best, Sister Ann." He said.

The lioness slapped the ruler down onto the armrest with enough force that impact hurt the coyote's ears, causing him to flinch. "You are NOT doing your best!" She said with a raised voice. Then she walked around in front of him. He couldn't help noticing that another button had been undone on her blouse, exposing more of herself.

"Still," the lioness said, "your failure would reflect poorly on me as a teacher." She put her foot on the armrest next to Max. He looked down and could see up her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties.

"Maybe you can do some extra credit to make up for it?" She suggested.

* * *

A group of cubs peeked their noses over the window sill, fascinated by the scene inside. They spoke in hushed tones but found it difficult to keep their giggling down. They jostled and pushed at each other trying to get a better view, cupping their paws over their eyes to block out the reflection on the glass.

"Oh, my God!" A tall thin tigress whispered. The label on her pink, electronic collar spelled out Tiffany in blue letters. "Headmistress Alice is getting totally boned!"

"I think he's doing her in the butt!" A ferret tagged as Shayla noted.

"Who's master is that?" A young raccoon girl asked in low voice. "I don't recognize him."

"He must be the new girl's." Tiffany reasoned, pointing at the otter cub sitting alone.

"I can't see!" A mouse pup who was too short to see through the window complained. Shayla grabbed her under the arms to lift her up.

"What a slut!" The mouse squeaked as she peered through the glass.

"Not so loud, Delilah!" Shayla hushed. "They'll hear us."

The raccoon broke off from the others and jogged across the yard. She stopped in front of the otter. The otter looked up, the fur on her face was wet. She shrank away from the stranger, not wanting to make eye contact.

"Hi!" The raccoon said with a friendly voice. "My name is Izzy." She introduced herself, although her collar was labeled as Isabella. "You're Gloria, right?"

The otter slapped a paw over the name on her collar, being careful not to pull on it. She had discovered that it gave her a terrible shock if she did. "I'm Mary." She insisted.

The raccoon shrugged. "Whatever. Wanna see something neat?"

"No." The otter said.

The raccoon wouldn't be denied. "C'mon!" She insisted as she grabbed the otter by the paw. "You'll like this. It's funny."

Mary didn't want to follow, but she knew if she resisted it would likely draw unwanted attention to her. She glanced at one of the guards. At the moment they didn't seem to be interested and she'd like to keep it that way. She reluctantly let Izzy drag her across the yard.

She finally did hesitate when they drew close to the crowd of girls. They were all so different. They all wore the same collar and plain dress that she had, but it didn't seem to bother them. There were smiles and giggles as if this was all perfectly normal.

"Don't be shy." Izzy told her as she pulled Mary up to the window. The girls made room for her, though some of them still peeked through the window. The otter looked at Izzy with a puzzled expression.

"Just look." The raccoon insisted.

Mary had to get up on her toes to see in the window. She squinted before realizing she should shade her eyes to get a better look. Her eyes widened as the interior of the room came into focus.

"What are they doing?" Mary gasped quietly.

"They're fucking, silly!" The tall tigress kit said with a giggle as if it was the most plain thing in the world.

A feline was bent over the desk and the male coyote behind her trust his hips against her rump. With every thrust her exposed breasts bounced and jiggled. Her hair was disheveled and her clothes hanging loosely on her, her skirt pulled up over her back. Her glasses looked like they were about to fall off the end of her nose. The canine was still wearing a shirt and tie, but his pants and underwear were bunched at his ankles. His tail was wagging around wildly. Not like she had seen happy canines do, but like it was doing it's best to keep him balanced. Their facial expressions both looked like they might be in pain, but that didn't stop them from doing what they were doing. Mary had never seen anything like it.

Mary recognized the female. She had seen her earlier. A cruel lioness who made her wear panties made of a strong metal mesh that locked snugly over her hips in the back above her tail. They had a soft lining but they still bothered her terribly, snagging and pulling at her fur. She was told only the guards could unlock them. She'd have to ask every time she wanted to use the restroom. Mary had been holding it ever since. It started to feel like she really had to go now.

The otter froze when she realized that the lioness was looking at her out of the corner of the eye. The feline smiled before her face melted back into the pained expression of coitus. Mary ducked down, her heart fluttering. Her bladder urged her painfully but somehow she managed to hold it.

"You're so lucky." Izzy told her. "My master is an equine. He's going to destroy me. You got a canine. They have really neat penises that blow up like a balloon. It's supposed to feel really nice."

"What are you talking about?" Mary asked, choking down the desire to cry and pee at the same time.

"That's your master, isn't it?"

"I don't-- No! I don't have a master." The otter insisted.

"Of course you have a master." The small mouse girl said. "Everyone here has a master. Except Shayla, she has a ma'am."

The ferret shrugged. "It's all good."

"I don't have a master!" Mary repeated. "I'm not supposed to be here. I just... I just have to call my mom and dad so they can take me home."

The cubs looked at each other, some of them wearing smirks on their faces. "I got news for you, sugar." Tiffany said. "Your mom and dad are the ones who put you here. That's how it works."

Mary looked at the young feline as if she had suddenly grown another head. "That's not true!" She insisted.

"Sorry," the tigress told her, "your parents sold you."

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" The otter shouted. She grabbed at the collar around her neck and ripped at it, no longer caring what would happen.

"Wait! Don't!" The raccoon reached for Mary only to snap her paw away when the collar buzzed sharply and a high voltage shock arced into her with a pop. The otter shrieked and fell to the dirt in a heap.

"Ah, shit." The tigress said. "She's pissing herself."

Mary remained motionless and in pain on the ground as a puddle slowly grew under her. This was a horrible mistake. Her parents would never do anything like that, she knew it wasn't true. Her mother had kissed her wounds and her father sat with her when she had bad dreams. This was a nightmare and she wanted her daddy to chase away the bogeymen. She wanted her mommy to kiss it and make it all better.

"I wanna go home." She sobbed quietly.

The security alarm on the collar had attracted two of the guards. They walked up and the cubs stepped aside obediently. Mary didn't react. She was trying her best to wish away everything that was happening to her, to pretend that she was somewhere else. Anywhere else.

"Look what you did." One of them scolded as they took her by the arm. Mary didn't resist, but she didn't stand up either.

"Get her other arm." The guard told the other one. "Let's get her inside."

The two dragged the limp cub away. All the while the guards berated her for doing such a thing and making a mess of herself. Mary endured it in silence. The other cubs milled around, the fascinating scene through the window was forgotten.

* * *

"What's that?" Max wondered aloud at the commotion outside. He could see ears bobbing under the window.

The lioness arched her back and murred in a pleased way. "Who cares?" She said before laying her head onto her folded arms, enjoying the feeling of the engorged knot locked into her anus. She could feel the hot semen still trickling in her bowels.

"I think they were watching us." He said uneasily.

"That's okay." The headmistress assured. "It's a good learning experience for the students."

"I'd rather they didn't."

The lioness chuckled. "Why, Maxwell. I didn't take you for the shy type." She peeked over her shoulder at the coyote only to find he didn't look very amused. The feline sighed and reached across the desk to press a button on the phone.

"Yes, Headmistress Alice?" A voice responded on the speaker.

"Molly, could you bring the students in from recess?" The lioness asked.

"Yes, Headmistress Alice." The voice said. A few seconds later a bell outside rang and the ears bobbed away.

"They're going to be upset." She said to him. "They had five minutes left."

Max put his arms around the lioness's waist, pressing himself against her firmly. "I got way more time left than that."

Alice purred comfortingly in his arms. "That's what I love about young canines." She said. "They're so virile."

"I'm glad you feel that way," he said with a grin, "Sister Ann."