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WARNING: Just like the previous two parts in this tale, this is not a nice story.

Ava could still taste blood and seed in her mouth as she drifted uncertainly off, curled into a trembling little ball atop the dog bed Peter had produced from his closet. It didn't appear to have been used before, and though Ava tried, for just a moment, to wonder why exactly he even had it...she couldn't manage. Everything hurt too much.

Peter had cleaned her off in the tub, scouring the blood from her fur and the cum from between her legs, and though the hydrocodone he'd given her had faded just enough for her to feel everything he was doing in perfect, agonizing detail, she'd still been too fuzz headed to fight back, to do anything more than groan and flinch vaguely away.

The otter had gotten into the tub behind her, the water steaming gently, turning a reddish brown as the evidence of her abuse lifted from her dark fur. And though she'd felt him grinding gently against her lower back, forcing her to feel the weighty throbbing heat of his erection, he'd been too tired to do much with it. The night had been an eventful one for him, clearly.

Instead of shoving it between her legs as she had feared, all Peter did was stroke against the soft fur of her back until he stiffened and growled deep in his throat, hot spurts of otter cum clouding the bath water. His paws had never left her trembling frame, roving over her young body, committing every inch of it to memory.

She'd been relieved for a moment, then horrified that even something as terrible as what he'd just done had been so effectively normalized by his earlier actions. Was she already getting used to this, in some numbed, beaten down way?

Ava had swallowed as best she could around the ring gag in her mouth, making a low, hollow whimper that seemed to remind Peter that he'd still left it in. The otter had chuckled and removed it, stroking a pair of fingers along the curve of her neck. She'd tried to flinch away but couldn't move much. Was too tired and hurt and...

"You've been a good girl," Peter had said, "...given me everything I wanted."

Ava had sniffled and tried to keep her mouth shut, not because she wanted to say anything, but because her jaws felt stretched from the hours she'd spent with them locked in the ring gag. She felt like if she didn't put conscious effort into keeping them shut then her mouth would simply fall ajar.

The rest of her felt about the same way; limp and abused and sore. She hadn't resisted when Peter had toweled her off and then let her crumple to the bathroom floor like an unattended doll. Had only barely struggled when he'd spread her legs and daubed some sort of ointment over her poor, abused holes.

She'd whimpered faintly at his touch. He hadn't even seemed to notice. Had just taken a deep, sort of shivery breath, unable to tear his eyes from her pussy and tight, barely used little tail-hole for a disconcerting moment.

"Might've been a little rough," he'd allowed with a faint shrug, "but don't worry...there are other things you can do."

Ava had shut her eyes and let Peter pick her up. He'd held her under one arm, facing down, with her arms carefully pinioned to her sides. She knew he was still being careful with her. Didn't trust that she'd been broken yet.

That was when he'd produced the dog bed, shuffling it into place at the foot of his bed and depositing Ava onto it with surprising gentleness. She'd curled away from him, one bruised cheek pressed hard into the soft fabric, her trembling uncontrollable. The more frightened and hurt she felt the more she trembled, but the more she trembled the more hurt and scared she felt...

Ava sniffled, tears boiling at the corners of her eyes. Hadn't resisted when Peter had returned and bound her paws together before tying them to one of the legs of his bed, looping it into the bed frame so she couldn't simply lift the leg and free herself that way. Hadn't resisted even when Peter stroked the drying fur behind her ears with fond, eager intent.

He'd given her about two feet of free cord, and Ava stared at the slack in the cord as her body slowly gave up the fight and stuttered inexorably towards unconsciousness. Wondered faintly if she could chew through it before giving the thought up.

She probably could, but what would she do after that? She was too weak and hurt to run, not over several miles of rough terrain. He'd said that there was five miles of road between him and the highway, right? No way she'd make that.

If she chewed herself loose then Peter would catch her, and the rest of her internal calculus remained the same. He'd catch her, wherever she'd managed to run to, drag her back into the bedroom and rape her until she was either dead or completely broken. The lingering stabs of agony emanating from between her legs, from her stretched jaw and bruised face, reminded her of the seriousness of his intent.

But...he was going to do that to her anyway. She had to remind herself of that. Just because he wasn't hurting her at the moment didn't mean that he wouldn't come morning. She'd seen the way his eyes had locked between her legs when he'd been cleaning her up.

He'd wanted to plunge in and take her again as roughly as he could. Only hadn't because he was spent. He'd worn himself out. Even now she could hear him shifting slightly in bed, drifting towards a peaceful, untroubled sleep.

Ava tried to stay awake. Tried to think of what she could do to get out of all of this, but it was no use. The trauma of the day dragged her down, into a blank sort of nothingness that swallowed the little leopard whole.

She was awoken by a kick to the side of the dog bed. Jolted in place, terror slamming through her, short circuited almost immediately by a surge of stabbing agony that ran through her entire body, curling her up with a squeaking whimper.

Peter stood next to the dog bed, evidently fresh from bed himself, his fur mussed and eyes still half bleary. He watched Ava tremble in place, head cocking slightly.

"Get up." He ordered.

Ava didn't want to. Knew only bad things lay in her future if she obeyed. But at the same time, what would he do to her if she didn't?

Slowly, eyes kept focused on the tiny patch of beige fabric directly under them, Ava fought her way onto all fours, like a common beast, swaying uncertainly in place as vertigo rippled through her. She had to pause for a long moment, gritting her teeth hard. Gripped onto the edge of Peter's bed with both paws and tried to haul herself up, but her legs hurt too much, her thighs seared with agony and it felt as through someone had ground a great deal of powdered glass between her legs. She trembled in place for a moment, then collapsed back down to her knees, cringing in expectation of a blow.

But Peter only smiled.

"Sore?" He asked.

Ava said nothing, it was an entirely rhetorical question and she didn't especially want to risk saying anything. Not when everything inside of her felt like it was on the verge of coming apart.

"That's alright," the otter said, snapping back to pleasant and soothing in an instant, like he'd been when Ava had first come to his door, "you'll be fine in a few more days, and then you'll be in better shape for...you know." He grinned at the way Ava cringed away from his words, the little leopard trembling. Approached and undid the cord binding her paws, evidently satisfied that she was in no shape to try and run away.

Ava sat still, clenching and unclenching her paws in slow, uneven motions. Peter hadn't tied her so tight that she'd lost blood flow to them, but the cord had still hurt. Just one more pain amongst many.

"Do you need the bathroom?" Peter asked.

Ava slowly shook her head. Refused to make eye contact. Tried to swallow but couldn't, her mouth was tacky and dry. Had an ugly aftertaste in the back of her throat.

"...Water." She managed after a moment, shoulders hunching, voice almost too quiet to hear.

"What does a good girl say?" Peter asked expectantly.

"Please." Ava whispered.

Peter disappeared for a moment and when he came back he had a red plastic cup filled with water, clearly didn't trust Ava with glass, the ring gag, and something else held in the open palm of his other paw. An unpleasantly familiar white fragment, neatly sliced from a larger whole.

Ava blinked hard. Felt her lower lip begin to tremble.

No...

Peter knelt down before her, the ring gag swaying ominously, like the terrible pendulum from that Edgar Allen Poe story she'd read in school. Offered out the cup, but kept it just far enough that it was an inch or two from easy reach.

"You remember that deal we made last night?" Peter asked.

Ava slowly nodded.

"Please...don't..." She whimpered.

Peter blinked, visibly surprised for a moment.

"Come on," he chastised Ava gently, "sure I got the dosage a little high last time, but it's better now."

Ava said nothing. Made sure her legs were as tightly shut as they could go. Peter noticed that little motion, his eyes sliding down to the leopard's smooth, silky thighs. He smiled.

"Really? You think I need this," he held up the hydrocodone fragment, "to fuck you? If I wanted to, I could have you bent over that bed in five seconds flat," his words came out a little breathy and Ava could see his tapered pink cock beginning to harden once more, "...but that's not what I'm gonna do."

Ava blinked. Supposed there was some truth in what the otter was saying but still didn't trust him. Not at all.

"Then...then what?" She asked, slowly slipping down into a sitting position, knees clasped tight to her chest. It hurt more than kneeling but made her feel safer.

"You're in pain," Peter said, "and I'm not gonna be able to fuck you for a while without ripping you up," he seemed to care more about the second reason than the first, "so...either you drink the water, swallow this medicine, put on the ring gag and maybe have a nice time when I tell you what I want you to do...or I do it all anyway and only I have any fun. You're a smart girl, Ava...what would a smart girl do?"

Ava's eyes had caught on the cup of water. Could see the shadow of the waterline through the thin plastic. Couldn't believe how thirsty she was...

Yet she still didn't especially want to take it. Sure Peter had said he wouldn't fuck her, but was he really telling the truth? And even if he was, what was he going to do to her in lieu of penetration? Knew there was something she was overlooking besides the obvious.

Ava worked her jaw slowly. It still hurt, and the thought of spending another day with it forced open and the otter pumping into her...unbearable.

Still, he was telling the truth on one aspect of the deal. Either he'd give her the pill and thus some narcotic barrier between her and the reality of the situation...or he'd assault her anyway.

The mathematics of her situation hadn't changed at all since the previous night, Ava realized. If anything they'd gotten worse. He felt confident enough that he'd broken her on at least one level to give her essentially the same deal twice in a row...knowing she'd accept even after the horrors that had followed the first.

Realizing all of this made Ava feel sick. She knew she shouldn't simply be sitting here and playing into the otter's paws like this, but she didn't know what else to do, the whole situation was slowly being strangled by an ever expanding panic that crushed her heart and strangled the breath from her lungs.

"Why don't you just k-kill..." Ava trailed off halfway through her defiant little outburst, horrified by what she'd almost said. Terrified not of what Peter might say to the contrary, but...

What if he actually did it?

Some old quote from history class flashed through her head. A general, angry at his men's caution during a battle, had invited the enemy to shoot him, using his continued survival as proof that his men would be just fine. He'd been shot from his horse the very next moment.

Was that about to be her?

But Peter just smiled. Didn't seem to take her words seriously at all. At least until he spoke.

"There's an idea..." he pondered, one eye kept focused on Ava, drinking in the terror wafting off of her, "it would be a real waste, but...it's worth considering, don't you think?"

Ava wanted badly to look away, to not be showing any possible signs of defiance, but she was too frightened of what Peter might do if she didn't have her eyes on him. Caught between these twin emotions she trembled in place, eyes wide with uncomprehending terror.

Peter smirked.

"Take the pill and put on the gag," he said, some of the good nature draining from his voice, his patience clearly beginning to drain away, "be a smart girl, Ava..."

Ava slowly reached out to accept the water and pill, plucking it delicately from Peter's palm. The otter twitched his fingers and Av flinched back, water slopping over the side of her cup, spattering on the floor. She recoiled back, popping the pill into her mouth and gulping down a big mouthful of water as Peter's eyes dropped to the floor.

"Look at the mess you made," the otter said, "...lick it up."

For a moment Ava wasn't sure if she'd heard him right, but the light in the otter's eyes communicated his desires without fail. Peter had become fully hard and it was all Ava could do not to stare at his erection, instead keeping her eyes focused on the floor and the little puddle of water that had spilled just short of the dog bed.

Still she hesitated. Peter straightened up, swinging the ring-gag idly from one finger, and began to round Ava. She tried to turn so she could stay facing him, but her movements provoked a low rumbling growl from the back of the otter's throat. The noise froze Ava in place.

"Keep your eyes there," Peter pointed, indicating the little water spill, "that's your responsibility, right?"

Something told Ava there was no way she'd get away with disagreements, even of the friendly sort. She swallowed hard, plastic cup kept clutched in her paws, eyes focused on the spill as Peter moved behind her. He stood quietly for a moment. Seemed to be waiting.

"Please..." Ava began. Didn't want to have her head close to the ground and the rest of her so exposed. Worried about-

Peter moved in with a speed that shocked her, one paw gripping the back of her neck and forcing her forward, onto her knees. In an instant Ava's face had been forced against the floor, water soaking her fur. She could feel Peter's groin pressed against her rear, the hard length of his cock rubbing against the soft fur at the base of her tail. Ava trembled in place, too frightened to speak.

Peter ground against her, shoving her face harder against the floor, eliciting a gasping squeak of pain from the shivering leopard. She could feel his claws digging into the back of her neck, and his eyes roaming over the subtle curves of her hips, the tight roundness of her rear.

"It's not just how tight you are," Peter breathed, positioning the tip of his cock at the entrance of Ava's battered pussy, the leopard letting out a sharp gasp at the prickle of pain that resulted, "it's everything else too. You're so soft, and the way you tremble..." He trailed off and brushed his member against the little leopard's folds, just barely able to hold himself in place. His free paw stroked along Ava's thigh and hip with an intimate familiarity that made her feel sick.

Oh God. He was about to-

Ava shook her head as best she could and squirmed, lapping at the remaining puddle of water on the floor, shameless with desperation. Peter smirked and let go of the back of her neck, collecting the ring gag as Ava slowly fought her way onto her paws and knees, all too aware by the possessive grip Peter maintained on her hip that he wasn't going to let her go just yet. His cock remained were it was, the tip just barely brushing her slit, pre stinging her entrance.

"You cut it a little close there," Peter breathed as he leaned over, dangling the ring-gag in front of Ava's tear streaked face, "for a moment it looked like you almost wanted me to fuck you." He bucked his hips slightly as he spoke, the pointed tip of his cock sliding along Ava's pussy, fishing a whimper out of the leopard. She stared hard at the ring-gag for a moment, then reluctantly opened her mouth, letting Peter slide the ring-gag into place, buckling it shut at the back of her head.

Then, mercifully, he was up and away from her vulnerable rear, Ava collapsing into a kneel as he strolled away, just barely able to hold back a miserable little sob. She could feel a sort of hazy numbness beginning to gather in the center of herself but wasn't sure if it was the hydrocodone or her mind simply shutting down, trying to find somewhere far away from this horrible place.

Peter moved back around to her front and eyed the damp spot on the floor where the spilt water had been, gaze moving up to Ava's dampened cheek.

"Looks like you cheated a little," he said, dropping down to his knees, cock bobbing in front of him, cupping Ava's muzzle with one paw, examining the wet patch on her cheek, "...but that's alright. You were a good girl, and because of that, we're gonna try something new today. Show me your paws."

Slowly, reluctantly, Ava held out her paws, unable to hide how they shook. Peter took them and examined the leopard's soft pads, the short, velvety fur that grew between them. The look of anticipation in his eyes was as bright as it had ever been, Ava could hear his breathing going fast again, like it had been all the times before he used her before.

She swallowed as best she could, offering no resistance as Peter moved her paws down towards his groin, folding them around his cock. It was hot, almost scalding, but she'd known that. Still, strangely, this was the first time she'd touched him with this particular part of her body. She blinked uncertainly.

"If I feel any claws..." Peter drew a thumb across his throat and Ava hunched her shoulders, a jolt of terror rippling through her. She began to slide her paws along the otter's member, from tip to hilt, pre slicking her fingers as she proceeded, the otter edging closer to her, his own paws finding her shoulders, migrating down to her sides as she proceeded.

All things considered, this wasn't too bad. It didn't hurt. All she had to do was make sure that-

Peter pinched one of her nipples and Ava yelped, paws fluttering away from his cock, even as it jerked with sadistic pleasure. And something told her that Peter had intended this very thing. He raised his brows at her, a sort of faux surprise spreading over his face.

"Bored already?" He asked her pleasantly, "it was starting to feel pretty nice, but," he pushed her paws away as she tried to go back to stroke his cock, to appease him, "if you want it in your mouth..."

Ava's paws dropped to the ground and she shivered in quiet fear and a quiet, subversive hint of rage as Peter gripped the back of her head and bent her forward, sliding his member into her ring-gagged maw.

Just like before, the first thing Ava could feel was a great warm heat, then a panicky sensation of suffocation as the otter's cock cut her air off, blocking her throat. She trembled in place, tail tucked hard between her legs, claws digging into the floor as Peter ground against her muzzle, savoring the sensation of her throat convulsing around his length.

But he couldn't stay like that for long, his need was too great. Ava could feel it pouring off of him, in the way his balls jumped and jerked against her chin, and the way his salty pre ran down her throat. The otter withdrew his member perhaps halfway and then thrust forward again, crotch slamming hard into Ava's nose again and again. She trembled in place, claws digging divots into the floor, eyes firmly shut, fighting for air where she could as Peter fucked her mouth with hard, rough thrusts, rocking her in place.

Saliva and pre, intermixed, ran from the corners of Ava's mouth and she gagged, her arms burning with the effort to keep her upright. Her legs were a little better off, but not by much, and the constant motion made her abused holes ache and burn.

"Use your tongue." Peter grunted, and Ava pushed her tongue upwards, massaging the base of Peter's member as it plunged into her mouth again and again and again, pre pooling at the back of her mouth before draining down her throat.

"Good girl..." Peter panted, "good..." And then he was cumming, his climax almost seeming to take him by surprise as he gripped the sides of Ava's head and jammed his cock as far down her throat as he could, ignoring the jerky sort of spasm the leopard made as her air was cut off once more. Hot pulses of cum sprayed the back of her throat, drooling from the corners of her mouth in alabaster waterfalls.

The otter withdrew only slowly, reluctant to leave the tight, warm confines of the leopard's maw behind. And when he did his cock was spent, beginning to droop, still dripping a last few globs of cum.

Ava collapsed as he let her go, sinking onto her side and coughing weakly. She tried to spit but couldn't, not with her jaws held so widely apart. All she could do was let the rest of Peter's load roll down her throat and simply try to ignore the taste. But of course she couldn't. Especially not with the otter grinning at her, eyes wide and lit up. He wasn't even close to satisfied, she could tell...

"Almost as good as your other end," Peter marveled, "...and you'll have plenty of time to practice."

Ava slowly moved one paw towards the back of her head but Peter shook his head, as she knew he would do. Stroked one paw over his cock and stepped back towards her, sliding it back into her mouth, using her maw to clean himself off. He shivered with unhidden pleasure as her tongue ran over his oversensitive cock, withdrawing only when his cock was slick with Ava's saliva.

Peter removed the gag only briefly, to let Ava drink the rest of her water, then secured it once more and moved her onto the bed, groping her rear as he did so. Ava shivered with quiet terror, frightened of what might be about to happen, but Peter simply lay on his back, propped up by his pillows, and dragged Ava close to him by the scruff of her neck, the little leopard mewling with quiet pain.

But she didn't resist. Couldn't even think of how she might be able to accomplish such a thing. The hydrocodone was definitely beginning to kick in now, her body gone cottony and vague, the world around her an abstraction. Only Peter seemed completely present, made hyperreal by the terror she felt.

He guided one of her paws over the shaft of his half hard cock, then down to his heavy balls. Ava cupped them uncertainly, unsure what to do.

"Massage them." Peter ordered, and Ava moved to obey, adding her second paw in, Peter's paw remaining on her shoulder, the otter's claws tickling her throat, a crystal clear insinuation of what he would do if she tried to hurt him.

As the little leopard's paws moved over the otter's balls, she tried to think of just how many loads he had left in him before he'd be spent, as he was the previous night after the bath.

She hoped not many. Hoped that the previous night had been a fluke. But the more she massaged and teased the otter's balls, her movements jerky and uncertain, her paws trembling with the same unhidden terror as the rest of her, the more quickly Peter's breath came, and the harder his cock got.

Ava squeezed her eyes shut as Peter pressed her onto her back, her head propped up by the pillows. Kept herself still, awaited the intrusion of his cock into her maw, but...

Nothing. Instead she heard a drawer open, Peter fiddling with the nightstand next to the bed, looking for something. Slowly, cautiously, Ava opened her eyes to see Peter withdrawing a little plastic bottle filled with clear, somewhat viscous liquid.

For a moment she was confused. What was that? Was he going to make her drink it? Then he opened the bottle and squeezed a generous dollop out onto his fingers.

Ava froze. She recognized that sound. From the grayish surreal soup of the previous night. Right before he'd slid into her tail-hole. The violated orifice twinged at the mere thought.

She tried to sit up but could only manage to flop vaguely to the side, her already limited movements further reduced by the painkillers in her system. Ava tried to shake her head, to clench her legs shut, but Peter overpowered her easily, rubbing a cold liquid over her battered slit, sliding a finger inside as Ava mewled with pain.

"Just this once," he said as Ava clenched her paws into fists atop her chest, recognizing she wouldn't be able to fight this, "...I promise."

He worked another finger inside of her and Ava trembled, choked little sobs working free from her ring-gagged mouth, tears sliding down her face. Then Peter withdrew his fingers and positioned himself between Ava's legs, spreading them as far as they'd go, letting the tip of his cock spread the little leopard's bruised folds once again.

Ava tried to press back against Peter's chest, to keep him from plunging in so deep, but her efforts were in vain. Peter hardly seemed to notice, just let gravity do the work as he began to fuck the tear stained leopard in the anvil position, balls slapping against the fur at the base of her tail.

Ava's stretched pussy sang with pain, but it hurt more knowing that she was utterly powerless to stop any of what was happening to her. Sure she could slash at Peter with her claws, but he'd just grab her paws, finish fucking her and then...

The thought was too terrible to contemplate. She didn't want to die here, but it was tough thinking of an alternate ending. Not when she was so weak and he was so strong.

Peter grunted and groaned, possessed by a manic fervor, determined to feel every last bit of the leopard's soft little hole, his paws grasping her shoulders, clutching her trembling form tight to him as he dominated her.

Ava gasped and whimpered, the sounds fucked out of her as she tried to find someplace far far away. But each time she thought she might be about to escape, something else seemed to remind her of her situation. An especially bad wave of pain, the way Peter nipped at her neck as he pounded into her, sharp teeth drawing sparkles of pain, his claws digging into her shoulders...

"If only you knew how good you feel." Peter grunted, grinding his hips hard against Ava's groin, fishing a whimper out of her, "you'd know why I'm breaking my promise..." He redoubled his pace, the muscles between Ava's legs spasming in outraged response. But it only seemed to enhance the otter's pleasure and he clutched her to himself as he came with a groan, hard enough to squeeze the breath from her as she felt a hard, searing spray of otter cum intensify the pain between her legs, as though she'd been doused with boiling water.

Peter ground into her for a long few moments, making a last few thrusts, lifting himself off of Ava with a sigh and exploring her shivering body with his paws before slowly letting his cock slip from her freshly abused hole, a trickle of cum following.

The pain was distant, but not nearly as much as the previous night. For a moment Ava was unsure why, then she remembered...oh right. Peter had cut the dose.

She wished he hadn't. Wished he had decided that her being unconscious was good enough. She didn't want to be around for this. Not if it was going to happen to her no matter what.

Then her thoughts splintered as she realized the true weight of what had just happened to her. Again.

She was going to be stuck here forever. And Peter was going to do whatever he wanted until he either got bored or took it too far and killed her.

Ava shut her eyes as Peter used her mouth to clean his cock. Tasted cum and blood and something weird and plasticky that she thought might be the lube he'd put between her legs. Vaguely remembered that taste from the previous night as well.

Peter settled down next to her and slipped a paw between her legs, rubbing a pair of fingers over her violated pussy. Ava whimpered but Peter made no move to finger her or otherwise aggravate the harm he'd caused. Instead he simply slipped his fingers into her mouth and gave her another taste of what he'd done to her.

"You still there?" He asked.

Ava said nothing. Peter stroked his paw over her flat chest, pausing over her heart for a moment before finding one of her paws and guiding it to his crotch. Ava could feel the girthy weight of Peter's half erect cock. The simmering potential lurking there. It was still damp with her saliva and she stroked it only reluctantly, Peter stroking her behind the ears with his free paw as she pleasured him. Ava cringed away, but Peter kept it up.

Even as he bent her over and slid his cock into her ring-gagged mouth once more, he kept on exploring her body, imagining what could be done with her next.