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CH 1

When Rebecca Cunningham was growing up, she never thought she'd find herself as a single mother with a failing business. There was a time that she was the center of attention, when she reveled in the fact she could give people sever neck strain by just walking past them. She could stay out with her friends at the clubs and be the girl everyone tried to cut in on. Girls looks up to her and men wanted in her pants badly. More than a few of them got in which only added to her reputation. She was strong, a knock out, had money, and that combo was irresistible to men. She was queen of her lands and milked it for every moment.

Things started to fall apart when she got saddled with (inherited) what she would later discover as a failing cargo plane business. At first "business owner" only added to her mystique and people asked her for business advice, which she had none of. As time went on it became apparent the business came with several large problems. The first was a lot of dead beat clients who hadn't paid their bills so the company was starved for funds. Next was a laundry list of maintenance the plane and hanger both badly needed. To make matters worse, the pilot that came with the business was a drunken idiot. Baloo had seemed world wise when she first met him and they'd joined the mile high club fairly quickly. While he was very well endowed, he really didn't know what he was doing and it left Rebecca completely unsatisfied. Now he just gave her those hopeful moping eyes whenever they were alone, like a dog begging at a table, hoping to score once again. He was barely a pilot and pretty useless at anything else. Worse yet, Baloo had adopted some ADD riddled cub called Kit or Kidd or whatever. The little shit was always getting his head stuck in a drain or breaking something and generally getting underfoot. However he looked up to Baloo as a father figure and that was a mistake for everyone involved. She had talked about sending him to an orphanage but Baloo said he'd quit if that happened. Rebecca had looked for another pilot for a very long time, but none were willing to work for what she was paying, forcing her to kept the kid to keep Baloo. The business kept her busy and slowly drained away her funds.

During her cargo runs, Rebecca had several encounters with pirates in the open waters. Once they captured her and she got to find out firsthand what they did: smuggling, kidnapping, prostitution rings and slavery. She escaped by stealing one of their planes, but pirates had gang raped her for several days and got her pregnant in the process. As her stomach got rounder, her social career took a nose dive- the club wasn't a place for a pregnant girl and soon she became an outcast from there; almost someone to be pitied. That made her grind her teeth as she found herself the outcast looking in to the world she once was at the top of. Molly came nine months later, and all Rebecca's free time went out the window. After the medical bills and the albatross that was her business, there was no money for baby sitters. The only upside of having a kid had given her a set of great tits. Baloo and Kit were completely unable to stop staring at them, and while they weren't the admirers she wanted, she was getting pretty desperate for attention. Rebecca played it up for all it was worth, telling herself that it was good practice for when she found a real man. When she went out shopping, men would come up to her, attracted by her figure that she had worked damned hard at getting back after child birth. However when they saw Molly, most of them made excuses to leave. Everyone wanted the honey pot, but nobody wanted to be full time daddy.

That's when Rebecca started to hear about the new girl. The city she was on the outskirts of was trying to give its image a facelift by hosting a basketball team called The Toon Squad and built a stadium for them. Rebecca was never into sports, other than appreciating the very athletic men who played them, but she could instantly see the reason for the team's popularity- the star player called Lola Bunny. Lola had an... effect on men- she drove them crazy. She wasn't even stacked, but there was something about her, the way she posed or looked over her shoulder that just got them hard. Rebecca knew that look well, she had used it, she had done it, and now she was watching it happen as all remaining men turned their heads away from her to face the new shining star that was Lola. Baloo and kit still looked at her, but she knew they'd look at a cleft in the wall if it reminded them of a pussy. She could hear them talk about Lola when they watched TV though. She shouldn't get away that rabbit even in her own home.

That's what made her snap.

Ch 2

Rebecca got herself into a tiny tank top and pair of tight jeans, throwing a coat over her arms. Warming up the companies cargo truck, she drove on into the city to where the basketball team usually played. While it was off season, there was still security around the building, but the security detail was men and Rebecca knew how to deal with men. All it took were a few sweet lies followed up with a hand job and Rebecca was past security and in the women's locker rooms. She put the coat on to hide the slutty shirt she had on, planted a fake smile on her face and rounded the lockers to where she had heard someone moving.

There she was, the woman who had no idea she'd take Rebecca's "place" in society. The tan rabbit looked up from where she was lacing up her shoes.

"Ah, hello there. Are you Lola?" Rebecca asked, pretending she didn't exactly know who she was dealing with.

"Yea, that's me." replied Lola, finishing her shoes and pulling on the purple sweat band she always wore at the base of her ears.

"Oh good! I'm Rebecca, and I'm the owner of Higher for Hire. We're a cargo hauling company. Well, apparently you've got an admirer who's sent you a pretty big package. Actually, it's a crate." she said approaching Lola, hand outstretched.

She could see Lola was confused, but curious. "A.... crate?" she said incredulously, tepidly shaking Rebecca's hand. Rebecca wanted to crush the bitches hand in her own. As a bear, Rebecca was both stronger and taller than a rabbit, and wanted to feel the bones of Lola's hand grind together as Rebecca squeezed them.

But, she didn't.

"Yep. It's got fragile marked on it. I take it this is the first time you've had this happen?"

Lola nodded.

"Well, I'm not surprised. You're a star now and people are going start coming out of the woodwork at you. People are going to start throwing things at your feet..." Rebecca gave Lola an all knowing smile, "... this is just the first of them."

Lola seemed taken aback at that. " I really don't need people to give me a bunch of stuff..."

"What you need and what people are going to do will be two different things. Believe me I've seen this before. It's been mostly for musicians or a movie star, but you'd be surprised at what's shown up in our plane." Rebecca said. "Anyways, the crate's kinda big, so it's probably best for you to come and see what it is. That way you can figure out how to get it to your place." This is where her gambit would work or fall apart.

"Right now? I don't really have much time at the moment." Lola was beginning to shrug her off.

"Now's the best time!" Rebecca pushed the point. "I'm not set up for long term storage and I don't do deliveries. I could get you in touch with some movers once we figure out what it is you got, but I can't open it without you there." she put her hands on her hips.

Lola looked at Rebecca's jacket and saw the Higher for Hire business logo sewn into it, giving her story credence. She'd gotten letters, flowers, and some other minor gifts before, but this was well above and beyond. Men were just stupid that way around her, which was something she put up with. It was natural, after all, for it to happen when someone appreciated something better than what they were. "How long will this take?" she asked.

"I'd say about an hour and a half at most. Thirty minutes each way and about that much to figure out what you have. If it will help, I'll drive you back here so you don't have to worry your car. We can strategize about how to get it to you on the way back." She had thought about counter arguments for a few days now, and Rebecca was ready.

In the end Lola had relented, and they had both gotten into the Higher for Hire truck. The logo on the side had placated Lola further. They spent the time guessing about what would be in the crated and Rebecca had lied about all the things "other stars" had received. She bullshitted the rabbit until they arrived back at the hanger. Earlier she had sent Baloo and Kit out to see a movie, which at first had made them suspicious, but when the boss lady said go, they went. Molly had gotten a small shot of brandy in her juice and was passed out cold, drooling on her bed. It would be just the two women now.

Lola got out and looked around. "The plane's in the hanger." Said Rebecca pointing the way, "I've gotta get the paperwork and a crowbar out of the office."

Rebecca entered the office, unlocked the bottom drawer of her desk and pulled out a thick black jack sap. It weighed heavy in her hands and brought back memories. She had used it on her guard the pirates had assigned to her before stealing their plane to make her escape. The blackjack was the only thing she kept from that, having to ditch the plane because she didn't have the title for it. Closing the drawer, she hid the blackjack up her sleeve and made her way back to the hanger.

The rabbit was standing on the cargo door looking in. "It's a crate?" Lola called out. "I don't see a crate." At first all Rebecca could see were the bunny's athletic tan legs, then her white tail poking out of her shorts. What an ass that girl must have, and the though made Rebecca sneer. "Crate's near the pilot cabin, close to the fire extinguisher." Rebecca lied, closing in.

Lola looked around the empty cargo bay and spotted the cabin door. Then she saw the fire extinguisher. Then she fell limply to the cargo door as the blackjack landed heavily on the back of her skull. Rebecca loomed over the prone rabbit, pulled her arm back and swung the blackjack again at Lola's head with hefty THUD. "Just making sure sweety." said Rebecca in a saccharine sweet voice. "Just making sure."

CH 3

Slowly, Lola woke up feeling the ground shake and rumble under her. It was loud and was making her move.

As she shook herself fully awake, Lola realized several things. The ground was the belly of the cargo plane she had been staring at before... THIS... happened. She was also tied up, her arms pinned against her side by heavy rope. The last was she was being dragged by someone behind her. she turned her head upward and was almost nose to nose with Rebecca.

"Good morning sunshine!" Sneered Rebecca. Unceremoniously, Rebecca spit on Lola's upturned face.

It took only a moment before a switch was turned on inside the rabbit. A switch that went from "Calm" to "Bat Shit Crazy".

Lola screamed, first bunching up and then springing backwards, knocking her head against Rebecca's stomach, driving some of the air out of it. Rebecca let go, surprised at the turn of events, leaning against the wall to regain her footing. She had hoped for some begging, and some waterworks, but didn't expect a counter attack. Lola was getting up on her knees, and Rebecca could almost see steam coming out of the bunnies ears. "You fucking crazy bitch..." Lola seethed.

"Oh bullshit!" Responded Rebecca, charging Lola and knocking her flat on the deck. "You stole them from me! You little upstart! I was the one they wanted! ME! MEEEEEEE.....OOOOOWWWWWW!" Rebecca had gotten her hand too close to Lola's face and the rabbit had bit her right in the soft spot between the thumb and forefinger with her two buck teeth. Now it was time for Rebecca to see red, and the ursus let her frustration and hate pour out of her like a waterfall.

SLAP went her paw along Lola's muzzle. SLAP again, harder. Lola let out a little squeak at each impact.

"ME!" She shouted. "ME! I was the one they wanted. ME! NOT YOU!" Rebecca grabbed the neck of Lola's shirt and yanked it down hard, tearing it two. Lola's tits slipped out of the gaping hole, jiggling about from the rumble of the aircraft. "ME! It was supposed to BE ME!" SLAP she cuffed the rabbit again, smacking Lola's head soundly against the metal floor, dazing her.

Rebecca snorted and grabbed Lola's shorts, getting into a crouch and pulling. She dragged Lola toward the exterior door a few feet before Lola's shorts came off causing Rebecca to fall backwards with them. She tossed the shorts aside. "Fuck you and fuck your pants!" she snorted in derision feeling punchy. Lola was naked except for her shoes and hear ear bands at this point, her small Venus mound exposed. Rebecca had a vision of a stadium full of people watching Lola play nude, then lining up of a piece of bunny cunt afterwards. The line was long but they were patient and they got what they came for. "It was supposed to be me." Rebecca said to the dazed rabbit. Lola was still out of it, her head lolling about as the plane shook her like a rag doll, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Getting up again, Rebecca grabbed Lola's foot and manhandled her to the side door of the plane. She worked the bunny into a parachute and shoved her up against the side wall next to the door. Opening it, Rebecca stood back as the air rushed in, whipping through her hair causing her to squint. The cold air also started rouse Lola, who looked groggily around her. Rebecca attached the parachute ripcord to a side latch and propped her rival at the open door. Lola finally realized what was happening and started to panic tail flicking, looking first at the jungle island far below her, and then back at grinning Rebecca with her eyes full of fright.

"Wait... we.." Lola started to beg.

"I DON'T CARE." roared Rebecca in her face and shoved the rabbit into the void. Lola let out a high pitched scream as she fell away from the plain until the parachute pulled open. "Tell the pirates I say hello!" Rebecca taunted and gave the rapidly diminishing Lola the finger. If Lola responded it was lost in the wind. Carefully, Rebecca closed the exterior door and locked it. Getting back into cockpit, she turned off the autopilot and banked the plane around back to the mainland, an ecstatic grin on her face.

CH 4

A screeching woman parachuting over an island full of criminals gets noticed fairly quickly and Lola was collected as soon as hits the ground. Back at what appeared to be a series of buildings cut into a mountain wall, Lola is cut free of her and surrounded by what she could only guess to be pirates.

"If you think any of you assholes can get lucky tonight, you're truly going find out how wrong you are." she says through gritted teeth balling up her fists, tail twitching. This is met with uproars of laughter from the crowd which must have numbered about a dozen. One of them reached for her but she saw his lumbering advances and kicked up between his legs, hitting close to his balls, but missing the mark. If she wasn't so short, she would have been right on the mark she fumed to herself. More laughter came from the group, except for the man in front of her. He grunted and back hands her across the mouth, spinner her around. The pirates were mostly humans, with the odd anthro canine standing in the back, and all of them dwarf her, and were corded with muscle.

"Watch the attitude" he points a finger with a dirty nail at her. Lola winces, laying her ears flat. She just went a round with Rebecca, and lost, and her muzzle still felt bruised. So did her throat and the back of her head, which throbbed fiercely- she really wasn't in any condition to fight someone who might want to fight, let alone twelve of them. Probably the only way they could beat her was to gang up she sniffed. "I... I'm sorry." she said, looking up at him apologetically, cringing a little.

The pirates gather around to get a good look at what dropped in their laps. Lola tries to cover herself up with her hands but they won't have any of it, making it very clear they want to see her. Humiliated she drops her hands to her sides and closes her eyes, exposing herself to them, tail twitching and cheeks burning red with shame. She liked to be looked at, that's why she practiced so hard on the court- to be the center of attention, but never naked before strange men. They laugh and discuss about what to do.

"Party time?" Asks one hopefully.

"Too soon." Say another. She can feel his eyes crawling along her body and her nipples harden at the thought. "Besides she looks like damaged goods. Someone's had at her."

"One-on-one. Opening day special. Let's be sweet on the little girl." Little girl was right, she was about the size of a child to them. Lola shuddered at that thought keeping her eyes closed. She didn't want to see them starting at her.

"One-on-one and done. Barely gets the honor." someone else said. There's some low complaining but the matter is settled. Her ears prick up as she hears someone's heavy boots walk up to her. Cracking her eyes open, she's in time to watch a heavy set man, start unzipping his pants in front of her face. When he pulls out his cock, her jaw hits the floor. She's.... never seen anything that big before. Well, maybe in pictures but she figured they were photoshopped that big. As she's gaping, rough hands clasp her on the shoulders forcing her down to the floor with a squeak. At that point she realizes the stranger is going to fuck her, which is a stupid thought because what else would be he doing getting undressed in front of a naked girl?

"It won't fit!" She squeals wildly shaking her head no, unable to take her eyes off the man getting between her legs.

"Oh I think it will." says the pirate smugly. "Just have to push... it... IN." he says angling himself at her pussy and then pushing himself in with a sudden pop. Lola eyes go bigger has the huge cock is roughly shoved in her. "No it won't fiiiiiiiii.....AHHHHHHHHH!"

The others chuckle around her as Lola's protests are cut short as the pirate starts pumping the much smaller rabbit girl, shoving some of the air out of her with each thrust. Lola can't think, her low "NO NO NO NO no no no no nnn.... no... noooo...oooohhh ohh nnnnn.... n... unnngh uhn" begging slowly being replaced by grunts and small moans. If he's even listening to her, he doesn't let on.

It's.... never felt like this... it's never felt this good. Each fuck, each uncaring thrust makes her back arch, or her eyes roll back in her skull. She licks her lips and feels her own hips push back against his in rhythm without her wanting them to, her feet tapping the air. She lets out a low moan and feels ashamed that she's... enjoying... so much while being raped in front of a crowd. She was going to say something when the first orgasm takes her by surprise. One particular hard thrust and the pleasure building up unleashes in her belly, making her eyes roll up into her sockets, and her legs grip his body hard while she cries out loudly in orgasmic pleasure. The crowd cheers and they high five Barely, who continues unabated. He doesn't let up and continues pushing into her, his huge body looming over her tiny frame. Lola's entire body is trembling now, electric tingles racing up and down from her orgasm but he's not letting up.

"Plleease... wh... wait.. a min... UNNNG." she begs, trying to catch her breath. She's never begged anyone for anything before, and her cheeks flush again. In response the man grab her ankles and spreads her legs apart as far as he can get them, giving the entire room a good look at her pussy being plowed. It's too much. It feels too good, and soon she's bucking wildly her body giving in to the wild pleasure coursing up through her. She moans, toes arching, babbles nonsense, and lewdly cries out as she loses herself to the orgasms, thrashing helplessly on the end of his cock. Eventually she passes out, a drooling mess, her limp body twitching spasmodically in the middle of circle of men. Only then does the man climax, filling her up until cum splurts and leaks out the side of her stuffed pussy and onto the deck. Pulling out, he wipes himself off on her face, sticky strands of semen stuck to her short muzzle fur, an air of satisfaction about him.

"No more for tonight, we promised we'd go easy on her today. Maybe not tomorrow though." That gets a few laughs. A couple of men take Lola by her wrists and drag the unconscious bunny along the floor and to her cell, a trail of cum leaking out of her as she goes.

CH 5

Lola moaned and turned over on her side as she slowly woke up. This is becoming a habit she thinks. Looking around her she's in a windowless room with mattresses scattered on the floor. Along the side of the room look likes like a large vanity mirror with light bulbs set around the rim and some clothes closets. Pictures of women were stuck all over the walls, although she has a hard time make them out while still waking up.

"Our bunny's awake." purred a woman's voice close to her and Lola almost jumped out of her skin, since she thought she was alone. Scooting back along the mattress looking over her shoulder at the speaker. For a moment, Lola thinks she's been hit hard on the head while she was out, as she see's not one but two almost naked anthro tigress sitting on a mattress behind her. She blinks but the image doesn't get any clearer- the young women look identical. Identical black bras and see through thongs, same haircuts, even the strips are the same.

"You're not crazy." says the one on the left, "we're twins. I'm Amber."

"I'm Cyndi." says the other.

At least they sounded different Lola thought. Not much, but some. "Sounds like stripper names." Lola grunted and sat up. Not the nicest way to start a conversation but Lola didn't like being surprised and she most certainly didn't like to wake up naked in a glorified jail cell after being raped until she passed out.... from enjoying it. She remembered that part and her cheeks flushed with shame. She turned away and started to get up, hoping the girls didn't see it.

"Yea, I guess we are." Said one of them- Lola wasn't looking and didn't care which one.

"Among other things." the other said with a snort.

"Great." mumbled Lola as she covered up herself in modesty going over to the wall. Letting strange women stare at her bare ass wasn't making her mood better. The pictures on the wall were all mostly or completely naked women. Some looked lustfully at the camera, others looked shyly, but all of them gave the impression they wanted to be fucked. Some of them had check marks by their heads. Humans, anthros, all kinds. "What's all this?" she asked, staring at the wall of sluts.

"Those are the girls the pirates have captured." Said one of the girls as they also got up and walked over to where she was. They were taller than her by a couple of feet, maybe a little less than human sized. Having them close to her made her uncomfortable but Lola didn't want to start a two on one fight in a locked room just yet. "Yea?" she replied.

"Most of them have been sold and moved out." Said the other. Was it Cyndi? "Those are the ones with the check marks on them. Some of the really nice ones are kept on to keep the boys happy, or are working the streets to make money for them." She said matter of factly.

"These assholes turn them into whores??" Lola said turning around to face the girls, looking outraged.

Both the cats nodded. Amber shrugged. "Sure.... I mean. Why not?"

Lola stared at her like Amber was an a complete idiot. "Why not? Why not? They're slaves! Exploited by men! Just toys to be used and played with! DUH! That's horrible!"

Cyndi rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Well maybe a little at first, but it's not really wrong if you're ok with it. I mean, you're not really a exploited if that's what you want to do with your life. It's just a job." it was her turn to shrug and it made her tits wobble around on her chest.

"Just... a... job?" Lola repeated, not sure she was hearing this right.

"Yea, everyone gets paid to do work. Our work is to suck a lot dicks." replied Cyndi

"Among other things." said Amber.

"This is nuts." Lola said pushing past them, still covering herself up in some sort of modesty. "I don't believe that every girl on that wall came here thinking that fucking strangers was what she wanted to do when she grew up." she started looking around the room for something to wear. The vanity table had a ton of cosmetics on it, but not a scrap of clothing.

"Well... no." admitted Cyndi. "They don't when they show up. They haven't realized they don't know what's best for them. They have to be taught. The men just show them that fucking is what they were meant to do in life. Most girls are pretty stupid and fight it but eventually they figure out they were wrong."

"They all do." adds Amber. "Whatcha doing?"

Lola was busy looking around the room. The wardrobes were locked and the vanity table had no drawers. "I'm looking for something to wear." she said. To be honest, she was panicking a little inside. She was locked, naked, in a room with two brainwashed nutjobs who were busy telling her that it was her goal in life to happily spread her legs, that her pussy was more important than her brain.

"Not going to happen honey." Said Amber with a smirk. "You gotta earn the right to wear clothes while you're here."

That stopped Lola and her mouth gaped open a little. She turned to face the girls.

"And I think you can stop hiding your goodies from us. You don't have anything we haven't seen up close and personal." Amber added, wiggling her hips a little. She enjoyed watching the new girl squirm.

"W-What?" was all Lola could manage.

"Honey, when they brought you in here, you were a mess. You were out cold and splattered with cum. Who do you think cleaned you up?"

Lola looked around the room.

"Towel? No. No towels." Said Cyndi. "We licked you clean, inside and out. That got the boys hot, so they fucked us pretty hard while we were at it. So, we had to clean each other after they got done." she smiled and put her head on Amber's shoulder affectionately.

Lola had to steady herself by leaning on the vanity table, her ears drooping behind her. "Buh... bu... but you're.... sisters." she stammered. Realizing that both girls tongues had been in her as she slept. She involuntarily knocked her knees together and held them that way.

"So?" the girls said in unison and gave her a what-the-hells-wrong-with-you-look."It's not like good 69 session couldn't get things cleaned up. You know, you're coming off like a real prude."

"If you keep this up, you're not going to have a good time." said Amber a warning tone in her voice.

"I don't know." Said Cyndi. "I mean last night we heard you going nuts even from down the hall. You were wailing like a banshee and really rocking that dick." looking her up and down. "You might be a natural at it if you just stopped coming across like a stuck up frigid bitch."

Lola's dismay turned to anger as she rallied herself, balling her hands into fists. "I'm the bitch? Listen slut, don't you ever call me a...."

Lola was cut off as a key turned in the lock to their door and it began to open.

CH 6

Lola backed up as three men entered the room, making it crowded. Amber and Cyndi just smiled and moved off to the side near the wall. Lola could see two the of men were there for muscle, big bruisers that carried batons. She'd seen antros like this on the court- grunts with muscle and the urge to use it. The third, a middle aged man with short cropped hair, reset nose and a camera. Lola backed up until her tail hit the vanity and she looked around, still covering herself up. Nowhere to go.

"So, "Lola" right? I'm pretty sure you are." Said the man, looking her up and down. It rankled her that she had to look up to him. The other two men said nothing, and staring at her and ignoring the other two girls. "We've seen you on sports channel. Going to have to admit, this is going to be fun."

Lola glared at him. "Going to give me the grand tour?" she sneered.

The man chuckled. "I'm not going to give you anything, it's gotta be earned. I'll get to that in a second. We'll start from the beginning. I want you to listen carefully and get this through your bunny head. First. You are on an island that isn't close to any other. The only way off is by boat or plane, and it's a hell of a long swim if you got past the sharks. All the other ships in the area are paid off by us. Money, contraband, pussy, anything they want. You get on a boat, and you're going to be dropped right back off here. NOBODY has gotten off this island." That wasn't exactly true. There was a bear chick that turned out to be a pilot and had escaped a few years go, but there was no reason to let this rabbit bitch know that. He let it sink in. Lola knew she was on an island but had no idea it was that bad when she had been unceremoniously shoved out the plane. That fucking cunt Rebecca was going to pay dearly if she ever got her hands on her.

The man snapped his fingers and Lola squinted at him, withdrawing a little. "I was losing you there for a moment. This is some important stuff so no drifting off to la la land in your head. Go it?" he smiled.

She glared at him.

"GO IT?" His smile was gone. One of the men behind him smacked his baton against the wall. It's clang was magnified in the small room, startling her and causing her to cringe. The other two girls jumped a bit and their smiles seemed a bit forced as they stared at the floor. "When I ask a question you answer it. Correct?"

"Yes...." she said.

"That's better." his smile was back and the room relaxed. "I guess this is all part of the introduction and should be expected. "Second. You need to understand your roll in society. Any society. As a woman, you are here to please men. You're job is to be as attentive, attractive and available as possible. The three A's if you will. How good they feel, and how pretty you look, are your only concerns. We'll see how you fit in but from what we could tell last night at your initiation party, I think you'll be a great addition to our "comfort" staff. You've got enough energy for a dancer and maybe you could even work your way off island as part of our escort services. But that's the future, we'll see if works out."

"Comfort staff? Escort services? Who gave you the right to even talk about me like that? You think you're going to turn me into some whore for you... you..." Lola was bright red and furious. Being objectified by being called doll drove her nuts back home, so being degraded to this extent... well.. it was either get angry or just start crying and she wasn't going to cry. "I'll crush the nu...."

CLANG!! Went the baton against the wall again, harder this time. The man stared at her. "No you won't. There are men on this island who would enjoy hurting you. A lot. I'm pretty sure they'd knock in some of your teeth out to keep as souvenirs, or maybe take a 'lucky rabbit's foot'. You don't have any power here, and no one will help. You are alone."

Lola blanched.

The smile was back as the man watched the fight drain out of the bunny. A feisty spirit was always good in the sack. "Three. Everything you want is earned. Nothing is given away for free. I think it's best I show you how things are and explain it better there." He opened the door and stepped through it, motioning for her to follow, almost as if he was waving a dog to him. She hesitated until the other men stepped forward and she scooted out to avoid them. She was going to protest but this was getting to be too much and she thought it better to shut up for now. Amber waved good bye as the two bruisers shut the door behind them and walked down the hall after her.

Soon the man came to another door (one out of many in this hall) unlocked it and gestured her in. Lola stood in the doorway and looked in at.... nothing. It was a small empty concrete cell with just a couple squares of cardboard in a corner. She blinked and looked up at him.

"This is your new home. You want a mattress? You gotta earn it. You want a bed to go with it? You got to earn it. Books, videos, vodka, a pedicure, two hour message, steak? You. Gotta. EARN. It." he said smugly. He was staring at her ass and her small bouncing tail right above it. Her hands were still busy with covering the front, and she couldn't be everywhere at once.

"Wh... where do I go to bathroom?" looking up at him confused.

"On the cardboard. We'll give you that much, I mean, we're not animals. Plus nobody wants to clean the floors." he shrugged. "If you want a room with plumbing. Well... earn it."

"How do I earn anything?" she had a notion, but was too thunderstruck to go into any deep thinking.

"Now we're on the right track." the man smiled. "You earn things by making us happy. By doing things for us. You'll use the one thing you still have and that's your body. Actually you don't control that either, I mean, we could fuck you right now and there's nothing you could do about it just like yesterday. However, it's no fun to just take something, that gets old. We want you to give it to us willingly. Happily will come later."

Lola thought about all those women on the wall. How long had they lasted before they broke down and started to play the pirates game? What did they do when it was their turn? "You want me to be your whore." she was staring down at the floor of her room, ears and shoulders drooping a bit.

"We want you to be our HAPPY whore." the man corrected. "This is part of your reeducation." he put his hand on her shoulder and he could feel her trying to crawl away from under it. "Your job is to fuck. You're a woman, that's what you do, what's what you were made for. The problem is that big outside world filled your head with a lot of really bad ideas. Things like you're better than everyone else, that you're special, or that you should control who sleeps with you. Once you strip out all the garbage you find the real truth of the matter- you really REALLY like to fuck. Oh don't start acting up over that. Last night you got a dick in you and you went nuts for it. There's no getting around that, we can't make your body cum that hard for that long. You did that. YOU. It's what you're good at. We are going to help you admit to yourself that's what you're here for. When that happens, you are going to be so much more happier." He gave her shoulder a little squeeze and felt her flinch at it.

She wanted this over as soon as she could. "What do I have to do for a mattress?" she asked angrily staring at the wall.

"That's the right attitude! Good girl" he was talking to her like a dog again. "I'm going to let you in on a little secret- we like proactive girls. Girls who are creative and inventive at pleasing us... they get a lot of special privileges. But to answer your question. You get a mattress if you let us take pictures of you naked. No hiding your cunt or tits, we want the full monty."

"That's it?" she asked still not looking at him and staring at the wall. She was pretty sure she'd cry soon.

"This time it is. Next time will be different. The price of things change." he shrugs and squats down putting the camera up close to his face. "Still want that mattress?" he grinned.

Lola nodded and slowly dropped her hands to her side, balling up her fists. Shame faced she kept her head turned to the side looking at the wall, scrunching her mouth up tight. She could feel him eyeing her up and down, inspecting her breasts and her pert little nipples, down her flat stomach to take in the round soft fullness of her exposed pussy. Her nipples hardened at that thought and made her cheeks burn with shame. It was just the cold air making them hard, not this... animal forcing her to debase herself in front of the camera. She didn't get off on being treated badly, that... wasn't... her. There's no way that could be her.

"That's a good girl." the camera clicked several times. "Goood girl. Someone get the bunny a mattress."

CH 7

For the first time in what seemed to be a long while, Lola woke up alone. There was no psycho bear, or crazy cat ladies to be there when she opened her eyes.

"At least that's an improvement" she said to herself.

She shivered involuntarily as her cell was cold, stretching some of the cramps out of her body. She had her fur, but this was a concrete cell inside a mountain and that got cold pretty quick. She poked one of her big toes over the edge of her mattress and tentatively touched the floor. She shivered again and pulled it back.

"YEP. Cold."

She thought about her situation for a while. While she was a scrapper, fighting seemed like a pretty bad idea. All the rules of society were gone here, and she we pretty sure there was going to be no repercussions on someone who wanted to go to town on her. Nobody had yelled at the guy who raped her yesterday when he slapped her silly. Nobody. So, yea, picking a fight wasn't a winning move. Her mind shifted to other thoughts of escape, and hugged her knees up to her chest as she sat on her mattress.

"Stowaway?" he mumbled and arched an eyebrow. That might work. She was small and could fit in a lot of places. The pirates had get supplies from somewhere so that means a boat or...

The door knob turned breaking her out of her train of thoughts. In the open door was the main again, holding a plastic bowl. Behind him he could see other men staring and grinning at her. "Good morning!" he said and stepped into her cell.

Lola scrunched herself up against the wall. "I don't know, is it?" her voice loaded with sarcasm.

"Could be!" he smiled. "Maybe. You don't know. Anyways, I've got breakfast but...."

"I gotta earn it." she said with derision. She was covering herself up again. large feet easily hiding the cleft between her legs.

"That's my girl!" he said with a grin. "They said you were a team player when we saw you on TV." he mocked her.

"Are you going to take some more pictures?" she sneered at him, but looked at the bowl when her stomach growled. She hadn't eaten since yesterday before she went in for practice and that had been a light breakfast.

"Not this time. Next time definitely but not this time. I'm going to let you in on a little secret though- we don't like attitude. You want to start talking back or screw up your tasks, that makes us mad. It also doesn't make us want to work with you. So, might be a day or two before we show back up and start over, or we might hold you down force feed you, whatever works. So, lose the attitude DOLL." The last part was drilled in with extra emphasis.

Lola's blood pressure when up at that taunt. It has been used on her since she stopped being a kid and started being attractive. Men used it when they knew they couldn't have her, something to rile her up, and it did; it got right under her collar. He knew what he was doing and how to get to her. She had started to rise up, getting into a more threatening posture and reading something that would have wounded his pride, like he had done to her. But she saw him shrug his shoulders and start turning away, taking breakfast along with him. Her stomach rumbled again and bile worked its way up her throat. She had a high metabolism and really needed something to sate her stomach. It's vote trumped her pride and she slumped back down again. She realized she was going to lose this fight one way or another so she might as well get something out of it. Realizing her situation was one thing, but it still hurt her.

What do I do this time?" her eyes were hot and her vision blurred a little as tears welled up at the edges.

"Just keep laying there on your back and spread your legs. Put yourself on display like yesterday. BUT, this time, look at me, smile and say, "I like it when you look at me." Nice and pretty like."

Lola thought about it. She did like being looked at, when she was in the center of the court, she verifiably glowed under the gaze of the crowd. She was in the zone. Now she had an audience of one, strike that there were a few others, leering in the doorway. There was no getting out of this room and she didn't want to have anything shoved down her throat. Smiling weakly and feeling completely powerless, she rolled flat on her back, and spread her legs open, exposing her round pussy mound to the men who started to crowd about. "I like it when you look at me." she managed, her cheeks burning with shame. The thing that was really getting to her was she didn't have a hard time saying it- she thought she was going to have to choke it out but it just flowed before she thought about it. The men hooted and clapped, getting a good look at her vulnerable body. She always had that effect on them, and even now, her hips were cocked at an inviting angle.

"Well... " mused the man rubbing his chin. "Not exactly pin up material. I'd say about a C- but that's still a passing grade." he put the bowl on the floor. "Breakfast is served."

That galled her, surprisingly more so than having to spread her legs. She wasn't substandard. NONE of her was! She worked hard to look as good as she did and her ass was perfect. The idea of barely passing any kind of grade finally brought the tears of shame out and they rolled down her cheeks. She got up on her knees and looked into the bowl. Oatmeal. She deserved better than that, but she just wanted to eat. Reaching out the man spoke up.

"Ah-ah-ah! No hands. In fact, put them both on the ground and dig in." she looked up at him, tears openly flowing and saw he was smugly grinning. Sniffing she looked back down at the food and lowered her muzzle in till she could start lapping at the wet food. She felt him stroking the back of her head from the top to the base of her neck.... like a dog. It pushed her face down and she got oatmeal on her face and cheeks.

"Thatsss it.... you go and have yourself a little cry. Just let it out if you think it helps." there was a mixture of coaxing and mocking in her again and he could hear the others sniggering. She did, she ate and cried and he petted her head until the bowl was empty and her face was messy. She sat back and rolled out from his touch, wiping her muzzle clean with her hand and looking up at him reproachfully but with a little fear. She could tell he'd done this before, he was good. He knew what buttons to push in her and how to tease out her limits. She was going to have to be careful around him. She wiped her eyes clear of the last of the tears and sniffed to clear her nose.

"Oh. That's right! I almost forgot. I got you a gift!" he said and if on cue a man handed him something round and thick. "Yep. here, why don't you try it on for size?" and handed it to her. It was a black tooled leather dog collar. The front had a little round tag with an "Lola" on the front. She flipped it over and in small lettering read, "If I'm lost please call my owner at 555-1212". She gaped at again, surprised at the fact she was still being caught flat footed at their blatant lack of regard for her as a person.

"If I don't, you'll do it for me?" she said not looking him in the face, staring at the collar, cheeks crimson, fiddling with the clasps. There were no locks at least.

"One of us will. I hear that some girls get off on being asphyxiated." he added. Always the implied threat. Lola gulped, undid the clasp in the back and put on the dog collar. "I probably just passed another milestone on their road" she thought to herself and wondering how far down the road she was.

"Want to go for a walk? Hmmm? Want to go outside? Stretch your legs a little? He asked. Lola nodded her head yes, still not looking up.

"GOOD" he seemed genuinely pleased. She heard the sound of leather and metal rustling and saw him readying a dog leash. Of course.

"You're going to walk me." it was a statement. "In public. Naked. On a leash."

"I sure am, and you're not going to cover up either. You're going to talk in front of me and I'm going to tell you where to go. Now get up. Up! Up!"

She stood but her head was slumped and shoulders bent. It made it easier for him to clip the leash on to the back of her collar. "Taking his bitch for a walk." she thought to herself and tried not to look at all the other men staring at her and grinning. The moved aside and let her walk past. Someone gave her breast a squeeze as she walked by causing her to startle and look up at him angrily.

"Ronald!" the man tisked, cutting her off. "Always ask first if you can pet!"

"Sorry boss." he said and moved back still smiling down at her blushing face.

"Out the door and turn left" he flicked the leash and Lola continued past the men and down the cold concrete hall. She passed the room she had first woken up in, but Amber and Cyndi weren't in.

"Who's room is that one?" she asked.

"Nobody lives there. That's just a dressing room for women who are about going to act or between acts. Just a place to freshen up and look their prettiest. At the next hall keep going straight and then right." he instructed.

As sparse as it was, the dressing room seemed infinitely better than the one she had and she felt envious.

She continued walking and followed his directions. She passed men and women who blatantly stared at her. Some hungrily looked her up and down, eyes lingering on nakedness. Some of the women strutted past looking at her like she was inferior or something to be scored. They usually had next to nothing on, although most had high heels. She stared at the women's nakedness as well- completely unused to seeing such a display of uncovered skin. She caught a look at herself in a mirror she was passing and appraised her body, comparing it to others. Her ass, as she thought, was perfect, the swell of her breasts inviting, nipples hard, her stomach tight and firm. There was NOTHING C- about this body. NOTHING. That gave her confidence.

As they approached the cage exit, Lola's confidence had returned. She stared down the women, locking eyes with them as if to challenge them for the right of way. She swayed her hips a little as she walked getting some of the sashay back into them. She imaged she was walking down the street like she used to. Men and women would just gawk, because they knew an alpha when they saw it. Men would melt and women would fawn or fume, she didn't care which. She kept that mental image up and strutted out of the cave and into the sunlight on the end of her leash.

CH 8

They had been out walking around on the beach for a long while after he lead her out of the compound on her leash. The sun felt great on her and she realized this was the first time she had ever been on a beach without a swimsuit. She turned and looked at the surf and wanted very much to run into the waves and swim for a bit. The air was delightful as a slight wind puffed the fur on her tail and played with her ears. She was grateful that this seemed to be nobody else but them about. It would have been absolutely perfect if she wasn't on a leash held by a slaver.

"So, what caused the change?" the man asked, holding her leash slackly and his other hand was in his pocket, letting her roam a little. He had been quiet for a long time just letting them walk together.

She turned and looked at him looking up as her head turned lightly down, hears folding down behind her back. He looked back down at her. She didn't answer right away.

He persisted. "Inside. You changed. Someone got their confidence back. You know you've been swaying your hips again. You had that magic back for a little while. What caused it?"

She grabbed her elbow with her opposite arm and looked down at the sand. Crabs were going in circles, fighting each other. "I'm not a C-" she said defiantly.

"No, you're not." he agreed.

She turned and looked at him confused. "In the room you said I was a C-"

"That's an overall grade. You're body is an A, but back there your mind was an F. Maybe an F+ Average grade was a crappy C-"

She glared at him. Eyebrows furrowing.

"Come here." he squatted down on his heels and took in the leash still she was just a foot or two away. She became uncomfortable being so close to him and trembled a little. He was a big man. Even squatting down like this he was still looking her eye to eye.

"You're losing your magic. Right now, it's draining away as you over think this. That's what's holding you back. These," he reached out and caressed her breast before rubbing her nipple between her finger and thumb. She let out a little gasp and looked at him timidly. "these are great. Sure some might want them bigger but they're wonderful." he pinched her nipple harder and she felt her knees give a little and she moaned, swaying as he pressed. "And this...." he moved his hand down her stomach and cupped her pussy. The feeling of the man's hand made her hop a little and stand on tip toe trying to get away from the intrusion, but there was only so high she could go before gravity pushed her back down.

"I... you duh.." she started to protest. He cut her off.

"This is going to be fantastic. Did you know you're already wet? You were wet for most of our walk and you didn't notice it did you?" As if to illustrate the point, he curled two of his fingers and let them slip up and into her without any resistance, her slippery lips lubricating his fingers all the way up to the palm.

Lola squeaked and her eyes went wide, still pushing up on her tip toes, trying to escape his probing hand. He moved in closer, his nose close to her muzzle, staring her directly in the eyes. "You were wet because you liked what was happening." he moved his fingers about inside her. She startled and gasped to the movements- he was making her dance up and down.

"The problem is up here." he poked her forehead and started to rapidly slide his fingers in and out of her, masturbating her little quim. Her pussy was drooling all over his hand. "This is what you like. You're a bunny and bunny's like to fuck. This is what you were made for. But your head is so full of junk and rules that you forgot who you are."

Lola's eyes closed half way and she was lewdly moaning and her hips began to push back against his hand, finding his rhythm and matching it. The hands were about his about his arm trying to push his hand out of her crotch, but per protests were weak and she clutched onto his forearm to compensate for her rapidly weakening legs.

"Just.... stop thinking. Let it go and you'll find the truth. You'll find who you really are." he leaned in close and kissed her, his free hand pulling her chin down to open her mouth and let himself in to kiss her deeply. She felt his much larger tongue explore her mouth at his leisure. For a moment she had the urge to bite him, but she didn't. She returned this attention with letting her smaller tongue stroke his and glide about, leaning into his kiss. This intrusion into her personal space above and below was disarming- she felt completely violated by the forced intimacy but a small part of her wanted it too. She wasn't sure if she wanted the violation or just the act of intimacy. Her belly was beginning to tense up with the incredibly pleasure he was giving her, and her knees started to knock. She started kissing him harder and ....

He pulled his fingers out.

Panting heavily it took her a moment and almost slumped to her knees staggering forward toward his hand. "Wha...?" she looked up pleading.

The man held up his hand in front of her muzzle, slick with her pussy juices. She could smell her intense sex pheromones all over it. "Clean me." he simply said.

Lola gaped for a little while. She had been so close to climaxing! Was she going to beg him to continue violating her? She continued to give him a needy look bighting her little white lip.

"Lick it clean." he repeated the command. "You get when I give. You don't chose. You know I mean it"

Frustrated and with her pussy begging to be finished off Lola slowly opened her mouth and attentively touched her tongue to the man's hand wrinkling her nose up and squinting her eyes shut. It had a tang but it wasn't nearly as horrible as she thought it was going to be, in fact most of it didn't taste like much at all. Still, she shuddered at the idea of her licking her own pussy drool off her abuser's hand.

The man looked down at her fleeing her work her soft tongue around between his fingers and lap at his palm. It would have gone faster if she had put some effort into it and applied herself, but it was slow and drawn out. "Her first time" he thought and smiled broadly. Once his hand was lean, he wiped her saliva on her cheek just to make sure and told her to head on back to camp. She did so and he could see some of the fire was out of her. A couple of times she looked over her shoulder pleadingly at him, but he just smiled and flicked the leash. Her thigh fur was still matted with her own juices and he smiled watching it glisten in the sunlight as they walked back, her little tail bobbing up and down.

The compound had a commons area that looked over the beach. There were trees and some park benches, grassy areas and a few metal bars welded together to form half squares. Other pirates were enjoying the late morning, eating and talking to each other while some had a women draped adoringly on their arms. The man walked over to one of the metal bars that was about chest height on Lola and tied his leash to it.

"Great, a hitching post." she mumbled as he left leash tied up to it. Some the bystanders took note of the new girl and pointed her out to each other. Again she watched them hungrily take her in. Her pussy was a mess and she could see on all their faces they thought she had been fucking. Part of her wanted to find a way to correct them, to set them straight that she hadn't been doing that, that she had been violated by...

He was back again and bumped something against her foot. She looked down at what seemed to be a foot stool. "You sure do like to disappear into your head don't you?" He grinned. "Up you go!" He slid the stool up behind her. "Grab the bars and climb up.

She did as she was told and he wrapped the loops of the leash around her wrists lashing her hands to the bar.

"Hey! What gives?" she asked in an awkward semi crouch- it looked as if she was squatting down at the start of a 100 yard dash.

"Just giving you want you wanted." he said once he was behind her. Then she heard his zipper unspool and cloth hitting the ground.

"Wh... wait. WAIT!" she looked around panicking. She really had the attention of the crowd now and some of them were getting closer. Ok, so she wanted to climax but this was in public! "Not here! People are watchhhhIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGG"

The last part of her words raised several octaves as the man first rubbed the tip of his dick along her slit, then pushed it in her already soaked rabbit hole.

"I give. YOU take." he grunted and uncarringly pushed himself completely in. She was a little over half his size and she was TIGHT. Her body bucked and squirmed around his dick as his hands grabbed her hips and pulled him in until her tail touched his stomach.

Her eyes were round as saucers and her mouth gaped open in a silent yelp. The thrust into her a few times, her stomach distending a little to make room for him. She squeaked and took in air, her ears going flat on her head as he continued to mount her from behind. Her pussy involuntarily clenched down on him each time he pulled back, almost as if it was begging him to stay. As he continued she started to relax a little and whimpered, and murmured with pleasure biting her lip. There was some catcalls from the audience.

"No! Nuhh not... like...uh... UNNG.. .this!" she mewled, staring at the crowd who returned the favor gladly.

He spanked her hard and a jolt of pleasure went right to her clit arching her pack and forcing out a gasp. "Look at me." he commanded.

She turned and looked over her shoulder at him, starting to pant. He stared back at her, locking eyes once again. "Tell me you like it when I fuck you."

She balked and looked at him pleadingly. He slapped her ass a few more times. SLAP! SLAP! It stung her skin turning it pink and sent her clit into convulsions. He stopped his rocking, his head barely in her. "TELL me. Say, "I like it when you fuck me." She whimpered at the sudden loss of pleasure trying to push his dick back in her, but he just stepped back, keeping his distance. Knowing full well he could leave her high and dry a second, she looked back at him and said, "I.... I like it when.. you... fuck me." it was quiet but it was there. She was rewarded with an immediate thrust back into her causing her to cry out in pleasure.

"Again." he commanded his hands back on her hips, thrusting into her hard.

She was now bucking against him finding his rhythm and matching it. "I like it when you fuck me" she painted and moaned. Across the way she saw one of the pirates staring at her while one of the tiger sisters squatting down in front of him and sucked his dick. One of her hands stroked the shaft and her head bobbed attentively up and down his shaft as he stroked the back of her head. She wasn't wearing clothes this time Lola noticed. It was getting too much. The visual stimulation of the man openly getting a blowjob combined with the constant battering of her pussy was making her head spin. Her knees were getting weak again.

The man grabbed her ears from behind- a sign of dominance if there ever was one for a rabbit. he leaned in and spoke closely to her. "Again. LOUDER. I want them to hear."

Lola was whimpering and orgasmic tensions was building up in her stomach. Normally grabbing her ears would be enraging but here, it was erotic. He was taking her, making her his and she wanted it. "I want you to fuck me." she louder this time and she could see others heard it. She flushed with embarrassment but she wanted to cum more than she cared about what they thought of her.

"Good" he grunted. "Keep saying, loudly."

She tried, but mostly what came out were lewd cries of pleasure and throaty moans. "I... unnng.... AH... LIKE... EH ... IT... WHEN... YOU.. FU...FFFF...FFUCK MEEE." she got out before the last of her endurance broke out and she started climaxing. She arched her back, and stood stiff on her toes has her body shuddered and quaked. All the frustration and tension rushed out of her in a long drawn out cry of pleasure. She wobbled but he held her up continuing to stuff her tiny bunny pussy full.

He kept going and soon there was a puddle of lubricant dribbling out from her and onto the step stool. Her pussy vibrated and quivered with sensitivity and her hips kept bucking although weaker than before. She began to strain to keep herself up on the pole. She looked out and saw the crowd leering at her. Several was taking pictures of her climactic state, her face a sloppy mess of pleasure, and her mind briefly touched back on what he had said, "Not this time, but next time definitely." The tigress had gotten her man to climax and sticky ropes of cum were bubbling up and around her mouth, dribbling down her chin and splattering on her breasts. She didn't look up or stop- she had a job to do and she was doing it. "She's earning something." Lola thought as her eyes rolled back into her skull.

She climaxed gain and slumped against the bar, her legs jittering and turning to jelly. This man had to pick her up and bounce her on his lap. She didn't weigh much and he enjoyed the work, letting the rabbit flop about on his dick. Her head was nodding about on her shoulders and her tongue was beginning to loll out the side of her mouth. She was a wreck and it wouldn't be long before she simply collapsed; a rag doll for him to toss around if he felt like it. He wanted get a final dig in before he finished up.

"Hey doll, one last task for today. I want you to tell me to cum in you." he grinned.

Calling her a doll snapped her back for just a bit but it was enough for the rest of her to let the message sink in. Barely with the strength to look back at him she said with a slurred voice "AH want yuh hunnn... oohhhhhhhhh... teh... cum in mee..." She wasn't even fighting him now, sex had made her either suggestive or submissive. She was even smiling. It was a stupid sloppy fucked silly smile, but he could still see it. He filed that information away for later.

"Sure thing babe, if that's what you want." he stopped caring about holding back and picked up the pace. To be honest, it had been hard holding back because this bitch was as tight as a drum. She molded herself around his cock even now in her worn out half awake state, and it had taken all his will power to push her this long. He felt is cock begin to heat up the rollercoaster of pleasure crested over the top and he let himself loose inside her with a satisfied grunt. Cum pulsed and shot out in pent up frustration, his cock past her little worn out cervix and sprayed directly into her womb. He felt his balls drain into her before spilling out and leaking around the sides; even the tight seal she had around him couldn't keep it all in. He'd been wanting to do this all day and he spent his time enjoying it. Cum splattered and dripped down her legs in long stringy ropes. He waited until his breathing slowed and he pulled out, letting the rabbit slump down to the ground in the mixed puddles they had made. Her hands still kept her tied up, so she hung limply, panting and mostly out of it. Cum flowed out of her messy pussy in slow syrupy rivulets .

She could feel his warmth inside her belly and leaking out below her. It was an incredible rush, like she had completed a difficult task. It felt like winning. "Yea... it feels a lot like wining after a game. That same... thrill......" she thought to herself and drooled a rope of saliva on her tits before she finally passed out completely.

CH 9

Lola realized waking up in strange places was becoming a habit as she regained consciousness and immediately felt uncomfortable. There was grass under her, the smell of the sea breeze wafting about her and the blurry outlines of people walking about. Her arms... ached fiercely. She was still tied to the metal rod and had been left to dangle while she dozed. Her mouth was dry and smacking her lips didn't make it much better. Looking down between her legs she saw the mostly dried slick remains of the mounting she had received. The crunch of matted fur, and the musky oder of old sex told her she hadn't been cleaned up either. Unsteadily she got into a crouch and then pushed up with her muscular legs releasing the pressure on her abused arms. She wiggled her little fingers, trying to get circulation into them but they just felt numb corks.

She knew the man was near her, she could just... feel him. Looking over her shoulder she saw him sitting on a bench behind her reading a book. He looked up and raised a glass to her before he took a pull of it through a straw. She smacked her mouth again and looked enviously at the drink. She hoped she had at least "earned" a drink or two, but she didn't think she was going to get some that easy.

"Ready to go or do you need some more time?" he asked her after putting his book in his pocket and getting up off the bench. She thought he was going to start off with some snide comment like, "Good morning sunshine!" or "Oh look who's awake!" but he didn't. He just stood there getting her leash out and waiting for her answer. The bent her knees and tested them, and her legs seemed ok. Her arms though were beginning to heat up and tingle. They had fallen asleep for a long time and this was going to be murder for a while.

"Where would we go?" she asked, popping her neck.

"Away from here. We're not going back to your room yet."

That made her snort. "room" was a nice term for cell. "Do I get to clean up?" she asked. She had a hard time looking up at him when they talked. She end up usually staring at some point away or down at her feet.

"Yea, I think that would be nice." he responded.

"Can we go slow?" she asked hopefully. She was holding her arms out stiffly. The tingles had arrived in force.

"Sure." he said with a smile and reached over to clip on her leash. Then he started undoing the leash he had tied her hands with. Every nudge and bump on her hands and arms made her hair stand on end and she gritted her teeth letting out little yips and eeps as sharp spasms jolted up near arms.

He walked her back into the compound, her before him with her arms stiffly. She felt like Frankenstein.

He led her over to the our door showers that were used by people who went swimming in the ocean. He even let her use some shampoo. She guessed she'd earned it.

CH 10

The next couple of weeks were frustrating for the man. Lola had made slight progress in some areas, but she was obscenest in others, and he believed she really didn't know why she was doing it. He'd seen her attitude change when she had a goal in mind that she wanted to achieve. For example, when he came in the morning he's found she had gotten used to greeting him with "I like it when you look at me" and her posture and attitude had changed for the better. Not much better but better. Maybe C+ better. When she let him know about how "C-" comment had gotten to her he decided to use that as an incentive to change her behavior. Now she cocked her hips a little more suggestively and at least put on a fake smile but it was still nowhere near genuine.

In other areas she remained stubborn and unruly, which had caused him to put her in solitary for a while. She had given him some snarky sass and when he'd told her he'd leave, she told him to get out. That was two days ago. This was a risky gamble on his part and it was making him nervous, more nervous than he'd like to admit. She was a handful but a real trophy, the prideful ones always were, because when they broke they made the best whores. Any woman could be broken and made to kneel, but they were rarely ever proactive or genuinely happy. They were like a contented sheep- not very interesting or smart. But the strong willed ones, if converted properly, would actively seek out ways to be pleasing, didn't need that much minding, and could be sent to the main land alone. They were the money makers, the eyes in foreign lands, and very VERY useful tools. But they were a bitch to break and sometimes it didn't work out; not everyone got to graduate. Those that didn't got sold to people who liked to break something nice into little pieces. He'd heard about hangings or being fed to exotic pets, but he didn't look too closely at that. As one of the trainers, his job was to make sure his students all graduated. All but two had, and he was hoping, REALLY hoping, Lola wasn't going to be the third.

Solitary was a risk, but the payoff could be great. He knew that Lola wanted attention, that sometimes she craved it, otherwise she wouldn't have acted the way she did before she arrived here. Her every moment was calculated to draw attention to herself so he knew she gloried in it. Cutting off all eyes on her would, hopefully, be like cutting off drugs to a junkie. The risk was depression. If that happened she might not recover, and nobody wanted a depressed girl. That would turn her into number three and he'd lose a potential star pupil. The others wouldn't be too happy with that either, which concerned him. It had taken a lot of will power to not check up on her or to monitor her progress- if she saw him cave in, or if her isolation hadn't been total, then it wouldn't work. So far everyone had been supportive when he laid out his plan as they knew the risks of the job.

So he sat outside and read until mid afternoon. It had been over twenty four hours and he needed to take action before sunset. He breathed deeply, exhaled and went back inside.