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CH 11

About 48 hour earlier

"Really?" Lola quipped, "Because I'm not all that grateful at being held in a cell and getting raped? What kind of person are you that would even think that way!?" she put her hands on her hips and stared at him fuming. Even so she was still on the defensive, knowing full well that an outburst could bring any number of punishments, but she couldn't help but push his buttons. All her buttons had been pushed or prodded recently, along with her cervix and other soft parts. Conflicting emotions were whipping around in her head causing her to react erratically today. She was a mess of warring thoughts and wasn't dealing well with patronizing abuser who wanted to "test" her boundaries. Things had been going south for awhile now.

She glared at him.

The man signed, and have her a hard look. "I think you need to spend some time alone to think things over." he said.

"OOOH! That would be nice!" she replied sarcastically. "I can wake up for once not feeling like I had to grovel my way through the day. Well. Thank. YOU."

He hadn't responded, but just shut the door and she heard the bolt click of the lock slide home.

"GET OUT!" she had managed to get in before the door had shut all the way.

She grinned and snapped her fingers at the door. "Yep! Won that round!" she crowed. She sat down on her mattress grinning and waited for him to return.

And waited.

Her smile started to falter as it remained silent outside. It was impossible to tell how much time was passing with nothing but artificial lights and no clock. No books either, or television, or a phone, or... anything to keep her occupied. Time was becoming elastic.

She could barely hear the rhythm of the prison outside her door if she tried hard enough. She could make out people talking, or the sounds of girls high heels as they clicked along the floor. Those were the easiest to pick out. Evenings seemed to be when people laughed the most and mixed with the sounds of sex in the distance. Then things got quite and she heard nothing, which was probably late evening. No thrum of machinery, no ventilation shafts vibrating, just nothing.

On a few rare occasions, she had heard someone walk past her door, and she had banged on it, shouting for attention. Conversation. Really, anything. No one had spoken to her, not even to get a dig into her. The sounds had faded and she had stopped her fruitless pounding.

Now she sat on her mattress stuck in an empty room with only her thoughts to keep her company. She had tried to shove those bits of conversation she had remembered him saying away, distancing herself from him. She knew he was trying to break her down, and that what he said was another tool to mold her into what HE wanted. She wasn't a whore, or some man's sex toy, her name was Lola and she was the one who made her who she was. She was strong, powerful, and god damned good looking. That last part made her smirk and she slid down onto her mattress and looked up at the ceiling. They wanted her badly because she was the best.

"Well, they ain't going to get it." She said to herself, eyes half closed in self congratulation. With that, she closed them completely and went to sleep.

When she awoke, things hadn't changed, except for now her stomach was beginning to complain. Her body burned calories quickly, and she was nearing empty. Looking around "her room", she noticed nothing had been added while she was asleep. She huffed and blew some errant blonde strands of hair out of her eyes. This was beginning to suck. She got up and went to her door and listened. Nothing again. Trying the nob and finding it still locked, she turned away and stared at the mattress. Then the ceiling. Then the walls. Then the cardboard in the corner. Then the walls again. The ceiling again.

She really was really missing someone to talk to, or even fight with. It didn't have to be a fun conversation, it just had to be... someone that she could talk to. Anyone. She wanted to see them look at her hungrily, to desire her. Just like all those people back at home who came to see her play, or waited for her to come out of a building hoping for an autograph or just to be near her. She was hungry for that attention, starving for it. Her mind played over how men's eyes would pop out of their head when she would strut by, hips swaying seductively back and forth, or after that half turned look over her shoulder, eyes smoky with suggestive possibilities she would never follow up on. Her tail twitched at that. She was cut off from all that and she needed it about as much as she needed water.

Maybe that was what the man was talking about? He'd gotten it wrong when he'd told her that she was just some bimbo to be casually fucked, but was he right about her needing to be honest about what she liked? She started to pace, partially to take her attention of her boredom, but also to fend off some of the nagging thoughts in her head. Seven paces and she was across the room, ten if she went lengthwise. It only partially helped. Thoughts kept popping up into her head unbidden. Ok, so she wanted attention and she knew it. That wasn't in question. But was attention the only thing she wanted? Yes, she wanted, almost needed to be the best, but why? What did she get out of it? Why did she try so hard to get everyone to look at her? And why had it been so easy for her to say what he wanted her to?

"I like it when you look at me." she said quietly to herself, almost afraid someone would hear. NO. It wasn't that she liked to be looked at THAT way. She liked being the object that nobody could have but everyone wanted, not the object that everyone could and would have.

"But remember when he was going to take pictures of you, the first time? Your little nipples got awfully hard at the thought." her mind butted in.

"It was just cold in here." she fought back.

"It wasn't the cold." her mind retorted. "You got off at him seeing you nude. Or, did you get off at the idea of him taking pictures of you naked, so he could see you that way whenever he wanted?"

Greeeeaaatttt... now she was talking to herself.

"I don't know, you tell me." she scowled.

"I can't. I don't know everything, that's why I'm asking you."

"I.. didn't "get off" on that. That's a stupid to even consider I'm hot for the guy who raped me."

"Well, maybe it's not the idea that you were hot for him but you were hot for ANYONE, and he just happened to be the best of the bunch. He's good looking after all...." her brain mused letting that last part trail off as if it were reviving a fond memory.

"Bullshit!" Lola snapped. She stopped pacing got down on the ground, and started doing pushups. She counted loudly and drowned out the voice in her head. Then sit ups, then crunches, then planks. Counting out loud and feeling the strain of her body. Her brain got the message and gave up the conversation for the time being and let her work herself tired, and then it let her go to sleep.

CH 11

She was hungry. Lola had woken up on her dingy mattress and her stomach was complaining loudly. It gurgled and bitched unused to this lack of attention. Lola pulled her legs up to her chest and rocked a little, then drummed her heels into the mattress.

"Maybe if you hadn't pissed him off, you'd be having something nice right now." Her mind was back at it again.

"Maybe he wouldn't have given me anything." Lola came back but knew it wasn't a great comeback.

"Liar. He likes you, and he's always lived up to his word when he says he'll give you something."

"I gotta earn it." she almost grimaced again, as if the words tasted bad.

"Yea, and you would. That's the thing! You got what they want and they got what you want. I bet we could have earned all sorts of things by now." her mind complained. Maybe it felt what she was feeling her empty stomach as well.

"By letting them just force themselves on me? I'm going to let you know I don't like being raped." she growled and she closed her eyes.

"Are you sure about that?"

That last comment hit her unexpectedly. "What do you mean?" she asked angrily.

"It's my job to remember things." replied her brain. "As best as you let me. Now, I remember being on in the middle of a circle of men and going completely numb from being fucked by someone I didn't know."

"It wasn't like that." Lola growled, her cheeks started to blush. She had been forced, threatened, and had to take it and take it and...

"Then I remember being on a post and WILLINGLY saying, "I like it when you fuck me" over and over again."

"Shut up." Lola tried to hide her face between her knees, eyes beginning to moisten with embarrassment. She remembered how his cock had wrecked her and made it impossible to think straight.

"But before that, there was the beach. Remember how he stuck his fingers up your pussy so easily? It's because you were sopping wet from being paraded around nude by your kidnapper."

"Shut up!" she said more forcefully. Tears rolling down her cheeks at the reminder of the humiliation she had endured at his hand, and having to lick that hand clean.

"No. You got hot because someone used you. You wanted to be looked at, but you won't admit you wanted to be nailed by the people that look at you. He got his dick in you, fucked you hard and made you..."

"SHUT UP!" She shouted at the empty cell. Her voice rang about the empty room, magnified by the close space. She yelled so loudly it made her cough to clear her throat.

"You're wet right now just thinking about what it." her mind got the last jab in.

Lola looked past her tits at her crotch and dabbed at it with her paw, wiping away the tears of shame with her other. She was soaking wet, and her fingers came away slick with her own juices. She became aware with the pleasant warmth that had built up in her belly, a budding promise of pleasure to be had if she wanted.

"No...." she whispered to herself. Thankfully her mind said nothing. Maybe she had peed herself a little when she had her outburst. Hopefully she hadn't pissed the bed. She tentatively took her slim fingers back down to her pussy lips and dragged them across her puckered slit, causing an instant throb of pleasure to send shivers down her legs and made her squeak involuntarily. She removed her fingers but only just above her Venus mound.

"I didn't like it." she said in thin voice to no one, more trying to convince herself and sniffed some snot out of her nose and shaking her head in denial. "I didn't want it. I said no." as her pleasure faded, she become aware that she was still hungry. It seemed that she had only room for one primary emotion at a time. Her fingers dipped back down and played along her slit and her hunger faded into the distance. Encouraged she slid her fingers up until she found the hood of her clit and began to tease it out. She groaned pleasurably and spread her legs slightly apart, giving her fingers easier access to herself. Then she begin to message herself in small circles, using her fingertips. Biting her lower lip, she begin to squirm on her mattress as she masturbated for the first time in her cell. Her breath came became more rhythmic broken by the occasional soft moan or sigh as she stroked her clit. She was heating up, and beginning to feel really good.

"But not as good as when he had stuck his fingers in your cunt and made you dance on the beach." The thought sprang into her mind out of nowhere, startling her, and she her stokes became irregular. Her half closed eyes opened wide at the thought and she gasped. Immediately, her pussy drooled fresh lubricant seemly also remember that moment, when his fingers had entered her made her heart flutter, as they explored her tight little pussy.

"No. I didn't... I" she stammered and messaged her pussy with her fingers. She was soaking wet, and she tingled deep within her. She dipped two fingers in and was rewarded instantly with a jolt of pleasure, hard and strong, making the fur on the ears stand on end. It was better than before, and she sunk her fingers in until the palm of her hand rubbed her clit. "Oh my GOD.... no..." she mumbled, and began to fuck herself with her fingers.

Just like he had.

"no..." she protested, but her voice lacked any conviction. She thought back to how he had moved when he was inside her and adjusted her hand to mimic what he had done to her. Again her body responded with enthusiastic waves of pleasure, approving of her actions, coaxing her on. She grunted and began to message a breast with her free hand, and spread her legs wider so she could get her fingers in as far as they would go. She grunted and closed her eyes, panting heavily now. She remembered it all now. How the sun felt on her fur, the smell of the ocean and how god damned good he felt in her on the beach.

"nuhh... ahhh... ohhh ..." she grunted and pretended her hand was his hand. It wasn't quite right, so she slipped a third finger into her pussy. THAT did it and she moaned lewdly. Who cared if anyone heard? Her hips bucked back against her fingers and her palm made wet slapping noises against her groin, legs now completely spread eagle flat on the mattress. It was good, but not as good as he had been.

"please..." she purred and remembered how he had forced his tongue into her mouth demanding intimacy of her. Lola responded by licking her lips and picking up the pace of her fingers. She felt warmth creeping up her stomach and down through her legs. She remembered how he tied her up like an animal and.... fucked her. "OH!" she arched her back at the thought of him line up behind her, feeling the tip of his cock tease her pussy lips a moment before he penetrating her.

"OOhhh... mmmm... yes... fuckkkk..." she blurted out, fingers slapping loudly against her soaked fur. She remembered how amazing it felt to have his cock in her, what it made her feel when he stretcher her wide and thrust hard enough to push his dick head directly into her womb. She pretended her hand was his cock, fucking her while she was vulnerable in front of strangers.

"I like it when you fuck me..." she moaned. Breathing hard. She was getting close, and the tension was building up in her pelvis. Her toes were pointing out stiffly, legs trembling with tension. Then she remembered the crowd, that had gathered, staring at her as she was bounced helplessly on dick like a toy. No romance, no intimacy this time, just hard sex.

"Fuckkkk! I like it when you fuck me." she was beginning to repeat it loudly now. She loved how they looked at her, and drank in her nakedness. Her helplessness. They had even stopped looking at that bitch titty tigress giving a blowjob to some guy. They had want to see Lola and she wanted them to see her. To see her when she was the most exposed and degraded into a sex addled mess. That caused her to grin and a strand of drool begin to well up at the corner of the mouth. That memory of him stripping away any shred of her dignity and self worth in front of the crowd had pushed her over the edge.

"I... I want you tooo fff...AHHHH... fuck meeeeee!" she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to back for as long as she could, arching her back with the sexual tension that had built up inside her like a dam. Her fingers jack hammered away at her pussy and remembered the hot pulse of his cock as he came in her that first time. He had cum so much that it squired out the sides and down her legs in long sticky ropes. She spammed, and let out a long joyful howl of lust as her body released a wave of endorphins through her body. If she had been standing up, she would have collapsed as her legs shuddered and shock. Her nipples were rock hard as she squeezed her breast hard at the erotic sensations forced lewd moans from her smiling mouth while she lay there blissfully convulsing on her back flat against the mattress.. Her fingers were still deep in her pussy, as any attempt to remove them send an incredible shock of pleasure through her that was almost too intense, so she just let them rest there, gasping. She was getting fuzzy headed as all the blissful feelings sang around her body, and mixed with the exhaustion that came with too much activity.

"Besides" she thought "feels good having something in there." So she left them in, enjoying the afterglow of the event, until it slowly dragged her off to sleep.

CH12

The faucet was a short stubby thing that stuck out from the wall about eight inches from the floor. Below it was a small drainage grate, and not much else. Lola had lay flat against the floor to drink out of it when she needed too, or try and cup water to drink and even then it was awkward. Now she was washing her dried juices out of the fur of her hand. Most of the fur on her palm was crusted and matted in jagged angles, smelling strongly of herself. Her hand had also stuck to her crotch when she woke up, and it has been a tear jerking separation as she peeled it off. Looking over her shoulder stared at the wet spot on the mattress and tried to think of a way to remove it without soaking her bed. Nothing came to mind, so she turned back to her current task and rubbed out the cakes of clumped fur under the water. There was no way of hiding the fact that she'd gone after herself at some point and she knew they would take advantage of it. How, she didn't know, but they would.

If the hand was bad, the next part would be completely embarrassing- somehow she was going to have to clean her crotch. She thought about doing the splits and trying to get her pussy under the faucet, but she wasn't THAT flexible, and the water never came out more than a half hearted dribble anyways. Once her hand was clean, she stiffly squatted in front of the water spigot and tried to get as much in her hands as she could. Splashing cold water over her crotch made her yelp and she felt her pussy try and crawl up inside it's self. Once she got up the courage to continue, she did it again and started working her own pussy drool out of her fur. Unfortunately the cold water also woke up her stomach and it started complaining loudly again, twisting back and forth inside her.

"So he was right?" it felt like her mind was looking over her shoulder as she worked at her groin. She almost covered up at that notion but then realized how stupid that idea was.

"You again?" she muttered. "I don't want to play twenty questions here." she snapped at herself. "What are you trying to say?"

"He was right about who you really are." her mind laid it on the table.

"The hell he is." she spit out, but didn't have a better comeback. She just woke up but was tired, and cold, and very hungry. She was also lonely, the isolation was weighing heavy on her shoulders, and was probably the reason she started talking to herself out of desperation. The wall in front of her looked the same as hundreds of times she had looked at it. She quickened her efforts at trying to get herself clean, clearly uncomfortable with this line of questioning.

"Last night I witnessed you having what I'm pretty sure is rape fantasy." her mind said matter-of-factly. "Are you certain he wasn't right about something?"

Lola thought about it since there was no point in yelling at herself. There was also no denying how horny she had gotten thinking about what happened to her. You can't lie to someone who saw it all go down.

"Well?" her mind didn't let up.

"Ok. Soooooo, maybe he was right about the part that I like have sex more than I thought I did. Maybe wanting people to pay attention to me was only part of it." she mumbled and washed away more of juice off her thighs.

"I don't think that's all of it." her mind said. "He humiliated and degraded you. He treated you like dirt and that sent you off like a rocket. I don't remember you getting that horny for any of your boyfriends back home."

"Can we talk about something else please??" She tried to be forceful about that. She didn't want to think of herself as someone who enjoyed.... groveling, or being treated badly. That just wasn't her... right? She was getting really uncomfortable at that thought.

"I don't think you're being completely truthful, but ok." her brain relented. "Was he right about anything else?

"What? The parts about where I'm just a man's fuck toy?" the grunted, some of her old anger returning. "Hell. NO. I'm NOBODY'S plaything. I'm not a toy, I'm not a dumb bunny, or a slave. That's not even remotely close to who I am. That's such utter bullshit. I did the things I did, or said because I didn't have any control over the situation."

"You traded some of your high standards for a mattress fast enough."

Lola stared at the mattress and the stain she had given it and her cheeks flushed with shame. She had given in a little too quickly there. "I didn't have a choice. Not a real choice, and these floor are cold." Squatting down in front of the water faucet wasn't very comfortable and between the floor and water she had started to get a chill. Her legs were threatening to cramp up as well. She finished, shaking her legs out one by one to try and dry out as best she could. Turning around she flipped the mattress over and sat down it, huddling up to get warm.

Her stomach ached. The walls looked exactly the way they had the last time she looked at them. So did the ceiling.

Then she heard the clicking coming down the hall. High heels that all the women seemed to wear. Closer to the door. Did they seem to slow down? Were they going to stop?

"Hey!" Lola spoke up. "HEY!" she said again louder.

The clicking paused.

"I'm in here! Could you open the door for a second? I just wan...." she started to stand up on her mattress, her heart picking up at the thought of someone to talk to.

The heels started clicking again, heading down the hall, getting fainter.

"Nooooo...." she moaned, and slumped back down. Her ears drooped, her tail followed suit. "I'm still in here."

There was a scuffing sound at the door. It was soft and she had missed it when she had been focused on the sound of the woman's shoes. Then a rustling and Lola's heart started pounding again. This roller coaster was getting too much for her. Was it a joke? Another trick? She stood up shakily but didn't say anything, instead she clutched her sides to placate her stomach in a language it didn't understand.

A metal rasping sound filled her room as a key was turned in the lock and the door began to open. Lola's heart skipped a beat, and she started trembling with nervousness, and clutched herself harder. The man stepped into the doorway and looked at her, in the way a parent might look at a child who's come to confess something bad. It was stern, but slightly hopeful, as if there was still a chance to put things right. He said nothing and a long pregnant silence lingered between him and the shivering rabbit.

Turning her head down and looking up at him in contrition, she broke the silence. "I like it when you look at me." she said and gave him a hopeful smile. If he turned and left, she wouldn't be able to take it. Not anymore, it would be the end. She was barely able to stand up as it was and had a hard time keeping herself from leaning against the wall. She wanted to be around people again, to see sunlight, to EAT something. She shivered and looked pleadingly at him trying to read something into his body language.

He turned slightly and she panicked. "I like it when you look at me!" unable to keep some of that fear from her voice and she took an involuntary step forward. The man looked at her, appraising her.

"Come here." he said in a reassuring voice, gesturing her forward with his hand. She did, taking tentative steps toward him, unsure what was going to happen next. He gestured again and she walked right up to him, head slightly turned away, looking down at his feet. It was too much to look him in the face. He put his arm around her and held her close to him for what seemed to be a long time before he spoke again.

The man could feel Lola shivering against him. She wasn't trying to squirm away from under his touch like the first time. She wasn't hugging him or showing affection either, but she wasn't trying to shy away. The first time he had touched her she had almost crawled out from under his hand. She had tensed up at first, but that faded away after a bit and she relaxed, maybe she thought he was going to slap her around a little for being disobedient. He could have, and was well in his rights to, but that wouldn't have been a good idea right now. Solitary had done it's damage like he hoped it would, and she was in a fragile state. A more workable state.

"I told you this would happen if you made us unhappy." he said in a non threatening voice. He was going to have to go over the rules again, hopefully this lecture would sink in. "You make us unhappy and you get punished. This was a time out. Next time? Well... next time it will be a lot longer. Or there might not be a next time if you go mouth off to the wrong person. I won't always be able to protect you." he gave her a little hug at that point. She winced at the idea of being left alone in a barren room for... longer than what just happened. She didn't think she could take that.

"Look, I'm cutting you some slack because women have a hard time with some concepts, like how things work here. I want you to remember that we work on a reward system, not a punishment system. Punishment only happens if you cross the line. You don't get punished if you try and fail, you just don't get rewarded. You do get punished when you purposefully go against us, like what happened here. That was the wrong thing to do, and I think you realize that now."

He was preaching to her, talking down to her like she was a child, Lola thought. At least that was a step up from being treated like an animal. His arm kept holding her against him.

"Now, I want you to apologize for what you did." he said with a slight smile.

Lola's eyes widened at that last part. How the hell did he always manage to catch her off guard? She had only defended herself, she had done nothing wrong. She wasn't at all grateful to him for abusing her, and she'd let him know that. How could it be wrong? It wasn't.

But.

If she didn't, she knew she was going right back in that room and the door would shut. She'd go crazy, or starve. There was no way she was going to let that happen. Her stomach groaned loudly in agreement. This was a test she needed to pass. Another step down the road she was on; another step closer to being a picture of a smiling whore on their wall of conquests. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"I... I'm sorry" she said and tried to keep her voice level.

"I see." said the man, and she could feel him nodding. "But what are you sorry for?"

She could tell he wasn't going to let her go easily. "I'm sorry for making you mad." she mumbled.

"I wasn't really mad at you. Just disappointed in the way you behaved badly."

She nodded in agreement, and her ears flushed as he needled her.

"You were acting badly because you got messed up in your head from all your thinking. You acted badly because you were...."

He tapped the top her head, and she got what he wanted her to say. She scrunched her eyes tigheter as she said what he wanted to hear.

"Stupid." she said, deeply ashamed of having to degrade herself in the first conversation she had in the last two days. Her eyes felt hot.

"That's right. You were really stupid for doing that." he stroked her blonde hair softly, his other hand rubbing her back. "Keep going, I think we need to have a confession here before we can leave the room." he was smiling now, in full control of the situation. This was paying off nicely.

Her stomach roared and Lola sobbed. The just wanted this over, she wanted out, and this was the last thin barrier between her and the outside. More importantly, between her and food. Was it so bad to just say what he wanted, even if it meant grinding her sense of self worth into the ground for a while? They were just words right?

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble. I'm just a dumb blonde airhead at times. I'm not good at taking orders and I sometimes I'm too moronic to know what's good for me. I was wrong, and too stupid to see that you were just trying to help me. You know what's good for me and I'm very very sorry for not seeing that earlier." While a couple of tears of shame rolled down her cheeks as she said it, there wasn't nearly the outpouring she thought there was coming.

The man nodded, still stroking her hair while she debased herself for him. "And it's not going to happen again is it?" he asked

Lola shook her head no. "No... I.... I won't do that again."

He gave her a little squeeze at that. Time to wrap things up. He squatted down in front of her till they were face to face. She was a mess, her fur was matted in places from what smelled like pussy juice, and her hair was limp and stringy from not being washed.

"Hey. Hey! Look at me. Open your eyes and look at me." he tapped her chin.

Lola did as she was told and saw him close to her, invading her personal space inches from her face. She stared at his chin.

"Nope, look me in the eyes." he pushed her chin up a little. Slowly she raised her eyes till she was looking at his squarely. It look a LOT of willpower for her to do that and keep them there.

"Now, promise me you're going to be my good little girl."

She could see the bright hallway behind him, and smell the fresh air. She hadn't noticed how much of a funk her room had started to smell like until now.

"I'm..." she swallowed. "I... I'm going to be you're good little girl." that last part almost caught in her throat.

He smiled broadly. "Goooooooddd girrrrrllll! Good girl! Now, give me a kiss and we can go. Kiss me like I showed you on the beach."

She gapped at him for a moment while he sat there expectantly. He wanted her to kiss him after all he...

"Just shut up and do it!" her mind spit at her. "We're so close! Don't fuck it up now!"

She closed her eyes and leaned into him, letting her muzzle brush past his cheek until her lips found his. She opened her mouth progressively wider to let his tongue in her, letting him take the lead. She stroked his with hers, inviting him to explore her at his pleasure. She didn't see him move his hand to her chest until she felt him cup one of her breasts in his large hand. She let out a little moan as he pressed her into him, aggressively perusing the kiss and fondling her breast. She felt herself yielding to it and part of her wondered what she should be doing with her hands at this point. What would he want her to do? Maybe he she should hold his...

He broke the kiss and she almost felt fell forward, so wrapped up in the moment. Panting, she looked back up him, licking her lips, not knowing what to expect that this point. Standing up, fished out her leash from his back pocket and clipped it to her collar.

"Common then, let's go for a walk."

CH 13

The man watched Lola she walked in front of him on her leash, through the complex. She was bedraggled, smelled musky and definitely seemed less full of herself. Every now and then she would look over her shoulder at him, as if expecting something or waiting him to speak. He was certain she wanted food, but was was pretty sure she wasn't going to beg for it. That was be lovely thing about having power: you got to chose what happened next. His priority was for her to take a bath, because he definitely wasn't going to take her into the mess hall smelling like she did. The cleanup crew was going to have air out that room for a while. Later he'd give her something to eat. On the way out she didn't catch any of her old flair back like she had the first time they went for walks, there was no posturing or challenging the women as they went by- she was definitely off her game. Good.

Lola recognized the courtyard when they exited the building and half expected to be lead over to what she had dubbed the "hitching post", but instead they skirted the main plaza and headed back over toward the beach area. She had gotten a little more spring in her set once she felt the later afternoon sun on her body. That was joyous, almost making her giddy when mixed with the smell of the ocean air. She vaguely recognized the path the path and saw the shower stalls up ahead. Part of her was elated because...well... she stunk. Old sex and unwashed fur was a strong combo. The other part of her, the mostly stomach part of her got pissed as it realized it had to wait, but didn't have to wait long. Whatever pleasure she was going to get from the shower was going to be tempered by the twisting inside of her.

"Here you go." he tied off her leash to a post on the wall between stalls and gestured for her to go in.

The hot water... oh... heavenly. She luxuriated in it while she scrubbed herself down losing track of time for a bit in simply enjoying the feeling of being clean. She came out of her haze to find him still watching her. She realized that he wasn't going to give her any privacy in the shower and that put a damper on her mood. She turned to face away from him as she washed down her front, the showers didn't have doors, and she suspected he wouldn't let her shut it even if they had.

"Don't get too caught up in there, we got a trip to the beach next." He stared at her ass, and cotton tail. That ball of fluff was a lot of fun to watch bob about.

"Uh," she said looking over her shoulder. "Could that wait till..." Lola trailed off and then asked directly. "Can I please get something to eat?" She tried to ask as nicely as possible because she really didn't want to have to grovel for food. She was close to that, but really didn't want to end up begging after the verbal session she just had with him.

The man nodded. "Yes. We'll get you something to start with on the beach and then get dinner inside."

She turned around and frowned. That didn't make any sense but food was on the list. The sooner she was out of the shower the sooner she got something in her.

"Do a thorough job, not a rush job." he told her.

"I know how to wash myself thank-you-very-much" she said to herself, but nodded so he could see it. She wanted to say it out loud but knew what that would get her. Still it galled her that she was telling her how to do every aspect of her life like she was a kid. Told her where to walk, which way to turn, how fast to go, don't slow down, what to say and when to say it. Now it was how to wash herself. Did he think she could do anything right? Even her coaches never came down this hard on her. Was she doing it right?

After her "thorough job", Lola turned off the water and toweled off, and tossed the towel over the shower side.

"Fold it. Nicely." she said.

Her stomach barked in protest and she glowered at the piece of cloth, but folding it evenly and then returning it to the top of the stall. She felt like a maid. Apparently today wasn't a day for getting it right.

He nodded and untied the leash and gave her some slack to move about in. The path lead directly to the beach so the man didn't have to tell her what to do. She just kept pace beside him and soon sand was crunching under their feet. There were shade trees dotting along the beach's edge along with the occasional wooden shack. It was nothing more than a crudely put together one room building that kept the rain off the room inside. It had no door and she could see it was just a storage space. The man went in and got a folding chair, opened it and set it up in the shade. The beach was deserted again.

"It's nothing special" she saw Lola regarding it. "The storms, well, the real storms knock these down all the time. If we get any sort of tidal surge that knocks them down too. Can't really stop it, so we don't try anymore." He scratched at his stubble and looked down at her standing in front of him. She still had that semi pleading look. Time to go to work.

"Why are we out here? That's what you want to ask." he said, looking her in the eyes until she quickly turned away to look at the sand. She nodded. "Well, I said I'd get you something to eat."

That got her attention and she looked back up at him hopefully for a moment then her eyes darting around and then to his pockets, as if they might be hiding a treat.

"Wrong pocket." He said with a smile. "You learn to start swallowing today."

Lola blanched. Her nose twitched and her hears went flat against her back. He made sure he had a solid hold on her leash.

"Unzip me." he said and nodded to the front of his pants.

She froze, almost like a deer in the headlights. He, had brought her out to this quite beautiful place... to suck his cock. He was going to hold back food until she made him cum. She trembled a little bit. Even when she was having sex regularly back in school days, she had never gone down on man. That... no that was just something she didn't want to do. It was disgusting. But she was so hungry, it was maddening.

The man saw the war going on as the blonde bunny silently fought against what he had asked her to do. She was visibly shivering at this point. She needed some more prompting. "Remember how I said you earned things while you were here? Well, if you want some dinner, this is how you do it. Not the oatmeal or the granola bars, REAL food. You've been showing improvement, so I hope you won't let me down here. This isn't something we skip. The longer we're here, the longer you don't eat. They don't serve dinner all day, so if we miss it, then you right back in your room and we can try again... later." he put extra emphasis on that last word. "So, times ticking." He lifted his chin and looked down at her.

She realized what he meant by Later. It meant much later. If it was like last time, they'd probably have to drag her out of that cell because she wouldn't be able walk. But it was too much, too.. to put it in her... bu...

"Just do it." her mind said and it sounded tired.

"I can't... I don't want it in me... in my mouth" she pleaded. She smacked her lips.

"YES, you can." her mind was adamant. "Nobody is watching, we're alone. PLEASE."

The man cocked his head. Was she mumbling to herself?

"PLEASE." her mind repeated.

With a tentative hand, Lola reached up and pawed at The man's crotch till she found the zipper. She was shaking too much and had to use both hands to keep herself steady as she slid it down.

"GOOD GIRL!" he praised her, stroking her hair softly. "Now, unbutton them and take them off, underwear too." he could feel her give a weak nod under his hand.

She slid his shorts and his boxers down his legs and let them pile up around his feet. She stood their facing him, his cock just level with her tits. He had partially gotten hard while she had been fumbling with his zipper, or while he was watching her squirm, she wasn't sure.

He stepped out of his clothes and sat down in the folding chair, legs spread apart. Then with a little tug on her leash, he led her in front of him again. "Kneel and start stroking me."

Lola did as she was told, not looking at his face. She found it easier to stare at his junk than look him in the eyes, so she did that. Reaching out, she took his semi-errect dick in her hand and began to stroke it. She felt it beginning to heat up in her hand as it got harder and began to point up toward her face.

"Now. I want you to pay very close attention to this next part." he lectured her and tapped his watch. "Every guy likes it a different way, and it's your job to find out what it is. Sometimes he'll tell you straight away, and usually you can coax it out of him with a little slutty talk. If not, you're going to have to learn how to read body language to figure it out. There's no excuse for not doing a good job." he could see her staring at his dick and smiled- she was in denial about so many things. It would be incredibly fun when he could move her past them. However she needed a lot of training. "Right now, we're doing to do a little of both. First off, since you're mine, you need to know how I like to have my dick stroked. You're just kinda yanking it around. You don't do this a lot do you?"

Lola blushed at her critique. She wasn't even jacking him off right. She shook her head no.

"I didn't think so. Ok, I like to have it slide through your hand as you move up and down. You're holding it and letting it slide up and down. Look at what you're doing, don't look at my leg, my leg isn't interesting. Remember your job is to get me off so keep your eyes on what you're doing." the hand that was stroking her hair, reached down and turned her head back to his dick before letting go. Lola stared at the man's cock, less than a foot away from her face and adjusted the shape of her hand, making it more of an C and letting his shaft slide through her small fingers. She could feel him stiffen under her touch and she gave a little smirk at the thought she could have such a rapid response. Now it was becoming fully erect and she pointed it up past her face. The last time she had been this close to his cock, he has been forcing it into her from behind while she was tied up, forcing her pussy lips wide as he fill....

"Ahem." he coughed, and Lola snapped back to the present. "You keep drifting off into that dumb bunny head." she sighed. "You were losing your rhythm. When stroking a cock you keep the rhythm going. Always."

"Sorry." she said and looked back has his dick. She could feel the veins as she rapidly jerked her hand up and down his shaft.

"Idiot." her mind chimed in. "Dumb bunny is right."

"Ah... that's better." he smiled. "Now. What's your other hand doing? Nothing. It's doing nothing and that's a waste. Keep stroking and fondle my balls with your other one. In fact why don't you give them a nuzzle?" he smirked. She needed a lot of practice but he was enjoying this.

She gently reached under his throbbing dick and cupped his balls. They were heavier than she thought, and she felt them roll about in their sack. Bending down, she nuzzled them with her cheek and the side short muzzle. Soon she was rubbing them affectionately like a cat would rub up against a leg.

"Keep the rhythm steady." he reminded her. "Now kiss them. Show how much you appreciated me cumming in you, back at the park."

She could feel him get harder at that last remark, enjoying how much he had degraded her in public. How he had used her. Her cheeks flushed with humiliation as she remembered the feel of him pumping his sperm into her, and how it had started running down her legs. Her hand started pumping faster at that and she let out some hot breaths. He wanted her to kiss the balls that had violated her. Turning her mouth toward him, she leaned in and timidly placed her lips on them. She lingered there before she made a small but audible kiss and pulled her mouth away. He smelled warm and musky.

"Good." he coaxed. "Keep going." he could feel her pick up the pace, as her fingers played over his dick. He was pretty sure being degraded was a trigger for her.

Lola bent in again and kissed his balls deeper his time, and then again. Her ears burned hot, and she let her tongue touch his sack. It was slightly salty from sweat, and soft. It felt good against her tongue and she let it slide along his balls longer. She mixed it up, kissing sometimes, other times just lapping along his skin, and nuzzling his soft heavy orbs. She wondered how much cum each one held as she opened her mouth wide, letting her pink little tongue slide along until it reached the base of his dick, letting her breath play over his skin.

"Ok! OK! Hold for now." he said grinning.

"Sorry, " she said, wiping a little spittle that built up on her lips. "It wasn't any good, was it?"

"No, you were doing fine. Pretty good for a beginner, but I don't want to cum yet." she realized he was rock hard.

"Oh." she said, enjoying the praise, but then ashamed because it was what she had been forced to do.

"Now, the next and final part. I told you how I liked to be stroked, but you have to find out how I like to be sucked."

She looked pitifully up at him. eyes resting somewhere around his shirt collar.

"How do you... liked to be ... sucked?" she hard time saying the last part, as if it were distasteful.

"That's not sexy at all." he said, the smile leaving. "Remember? Slutty talk during sex. Time is wasting. He shook his watch for emphasis. "You're the slut, so act the part."

Lola had never had to act like this before. It wasn't natural to her.

"Uh... how do you want me to suck your cock?"

"Not really that good." he said and she could see him losing a little of his erection. "That's not the way a whore talks."

She felt nervous, and realized she was probably failing part of this test. She reached for his dick and began to start stroking it again, just like how he showed her. He didn't stop it.

"But I want to be your whore." she said.

"You do?" he didn't sound convinced.

Lola nodded. She was trying to figure this out.

"What about that video you found on your last boyfriend's computer?" her mind said.

Lola cast her mind back to the last time she had a long term relationship, before her career took off. He'd left the folder open and she'd found it. Some big titty lioness who was getting gang banged by a bunch of zebra. She had pretended to be "innocent" all big eyes and short short skirt, but she had known how to take them all at once. Lola had thought that woman's dialog was so utterly stupid at the time.

"That's it!" her mind sounded hopeful. "That's the girl. Be like HER. Act like her. Just put on an show and we're done."

"You're not the one who's going to have to suck it." she mumbled.

"What was that?" the man asked.

"I said." Lola looked up at him doll eyed. "I want you to put that big dick in my mouth." and she kissed the side of his dick.

That got his attention. She smiled again. "Oh? You do?"

She made and exaggerated nod yes, and kissed his cock again a little higher up the shaft. "I need a real man to show me how."

She really turned around there, The man thought to himself and nodded.

"I want the man who put his dick in my pussy to make me put it in my mouth." she purred and then slowly opened her mouth and licked all the way up to the tip of his dick.

He was hard again, his eyes shining. He gave her cheeks a couple of slaps with his cock."Tell me to fuck your mouth like I fucked your cunt, and we'll get started." he said. As she started to speak, he began to rub his head over her lips, smearing them slick with his pre-cum. It made her sound like and idiot when she tried to talk.

"Ah wunt yu tuf fuf my mouf lik yuh fug my cun". She was still smiling but it was straining now.

"Good girl." he said. Reaching down he gently but firmly pulled her lower jaw down and eased his dick into her mouth.

Lola whimpered as the man's erection was forced past her lips. He... filled her, and she felt her tongue squirm under his shaft. She couldn't help but let it explore his warm skin.

"The lesson continues, he sighed enjoying the tightness of her mouth. It was good to be king. "Remember: Find out what he likes. That's the only thing that matters. I don't like vacuum cleaners so you don't have to treat it like a straw. Start going at it there girly."

She realized that she hadn't started and began to bob her head on his dick. Her cheek bulged every time the head pushed into her, forcing her tongue flat. She learned to start pacing her breathing when he pulled out.

"Just let it slide past your lips with a little sucking. Make some slurping noises- I want to hear you sucking as well as feel it. Moan little like someone's fucking you too. Get one of your hands to start stroking the base. The other should be right back to fondling the balls. You put your whole body into it. "

It was a lot to take in all at once, but she got to it. She felt more of his pre-cum ooze of his head and she lick at it, feeling it's slimy ropes in her mouth.

The man looked down at her, reveling small she was in front of him. He hadn't laid a finger on her and now he had her nursing off his cock. That really got him excited but he wasn't going to let on. Never let up. "Faster." he said. "Look. We're not making love here. You are trying to get me off. I thought you wanted to be my whore. I don't see a whore here, I see someone who's a lot of talk." he stopped her head and made her look up at him. A rope of spit hung between his dick and her glistening lips.

"I'll be your whore." she breathy, needing him to believe it. She just wanted to eat.

"Then get to it." and he let her go. Lola quickly slid his cock back in her mouth and began to bob her head along her shaft. Every now and then she would tickle her tonsils with it and she spluttered, and it made her nose run. She kept her hand stroking his shaft and refused to wipe it away, instead focusing on how he felt. She could feel him pulse under his fingers, feeling his dick swell. It... was disgusting but she could do it, even though it made her feel dirty to the core. She was a big girl and if big girls need to suck dick before dinner she could do that. She moaned lewdly for him, letting that rumble travel up his dick and she heard him grunt with pleasure. She signed and remembered what she sounded like with his big cock has entered her from behind. That made it easier, and she really did truly moan at that point. She slurped and smacked letting drool trickle down her chin each time she took him in her, pretending he was fucking her mouth like he fucked her pussy. She thought she could hear his heart beating.

She thought she could hear someone else walking up to them on the beach.

CH 14

"Hey Don." the man said.

Lola blushed with embarrassment. Someone was standing close, watching her give head to the man sitting in front of her. She started to look up.

"NO." the man scolded her in a firm tone. "You don't stop. It doesn't matter if someone's here or not, that doesn't concern you. You only care about cock. Isn't that right whore?"

Lola quickly turned her gaze back to the man's lap and whimpered a mouthful of agreement. She had glimpsed a large brownish anthro before she had been recommended. Probably a dog of sort.

"Heya boss." the other man said. "How goes?"

"Breaking in the new girl here." the man stroked Lola's hair affectionately as she slobbered over his cock. Her tail twitched several times in aggravation. They were having a normal conversation as if they woman giving head wasn't there between them. Normal.

"That's good." Don said noncommittally.

Lola kept up, feeling his dick get hotter in her mouth.

"Say, want to help me out with her?" the man said with a grin.

"I dunno." Don said. "I like bears more."

"Thatsssss.... great Don. That's just wonderful." his voice was full of sarcasm.

"Just sayin'" Don shrugged, the man's tone of voice lost on him.

"Look she needs someone who can take charge. She needs a firm hand and I think you're the one for it. Help a guy out here ok?"

The only sounds were the sound of the waves on the beach, and Lola's soft slurping sounds as Don thought about it.

"Ok." he said.

"Excellent. Ok. Lola? Lola look up." the man coaxed.

Lola's large doe eyes looked up at him, her mouth still full. "MMMmmefff?" she hummed the word.

"Looks like you have another customer whore. There's now two dicks here between you and dinner."

Lola's eyes got large and she looked like she was about to cry.

"No tears doll. Whores don't cry." she smiled down at her. "Don't worry, I'm getting close, but you have to work on it. Why don't you hurry thing up and start stroking him while you finish sucking me off ok?" he sounded gentle. "I want you to hurry ok? If anyone else comes down the beach, you're going to have to service them as well. You want to move fast of you're going to have a line."

Doll. That word again. Always that word when she was helpless. Her breath came faster as he looked down at her. Was she... getting damp between her legs? There was no way for her to tell with her hands full so she parted her legs to let herself air out. Tentatively, she reached out with one arm until she felt the tight muscles of Don's abdomen and began to slide her hand down till she found his sheath. She began to fondle and caress it. She hoped, dearly hoped the beach was still empty.

"I guess this is our first threesome." her mind mused. "You really are a whore if you're taking on two guys at once." Lola could only feel the man's cock sliding past her slick lips- there was no room to respond. She could feel the man's breathing getting faster.

"I mean, look at yourself." it continued. "Sucking your rapist's cock and jacking off a complete stranger you haven't known five minutes with your other hand. You sure do say "no" a lot but you can't seem to stop getting off on it." it seemed to like goading her. Why did it enjoy hurting her? "By the way, you're wet again."

That brought fresh tears of shame to her eyes. She had no hands to wipe them away.

"Hey is she crying?" said Don hopefully.

"Yea, she does that now and then." the man said breathing hard.

"That's hot!" said Don, and she felt his erection slide out of his sheath. It was wet and tapered at the end.

"Get your hand nice and wet for him." the man said.

Lola let his throbbing dick slide out of her mouth and turned towards Don, but kept stroking the base of the man's cock uninterrupted. Don's dick was a deep red and pulsing with veins. She took a deep mouthful of saliva and spit it out on her hand, then smeared it down his shaft and started caressing the newcomer. Don let out a grunt of pleasure. Lola began to pump it furiously.

She turned back to the man began to dip her head back into his lap when he shook his head no. He looked sweaty and excited.

"Nope." he said getting to his feet. "I'm about ready." he said positioning himself before her while she kneeled. She was between two men and a dick in each hand, looking back and forth between them.

The man moved her hand to his balls and started to stroke himself. "Quickly now. Get close to the head and open your mouth. Stick your tongue out." he was rapidly stroking himself.

Lola did as she was told, not letting go of Don. She felt the man's balls pulse and quiver, and then felt his hand on the back of her head, holding it in place.

"Tell me you want it. Tell me like a whore would tell me." his dick was pointed at her, inches away from her face like a gun.

"I want you cum all over my fuck bunny face baby." she said huskily, and panted obediently for him.

"You didn't even try to say no." her mind sneered.

"Don't swallow until I say so." was all he could say before he climaxed. His first shot of long sticky cum went wide and splattered across her muzzle and down her cheek. He shuddered and gave a groan, giving way to the bliss that was filling his loins, still stroking his dick at her face. More cum shot out and hitting the back of of her mouth, and she felt it ooze over her little tongue. The taste was strong and she almost gaged. He pulsed more, rope after rope of spunk hitting her lips, mouth and running down her chin. Her mouth was beginning to fill up and still he added to it. She moaned again for him, batting her eyes. A few more shots went wide and added to slime on her face. Panting he began to wind down, slowing his strokes until he stopped spluttering on her. He grinned and panted, rubbing the remnants of his sperm on her cheeks, smearing his seed back and forth in her soft fur.

She still had her mouth open, and could feel the hot slurry of his cum slosh about, spilling over the sides if she moved.

"Slut." her mind gloated.

The man took in a deep breath and seem to savor the moment. Then he nodded. "Swallow. All of it."

She shut her mouth and closed her eyes, pinching them shut. She tried once and almost threw up, but then her stomach roared and forced her to relent. She opened her throat and the slurry slid down and into her empty belly. She wretched and gaged but kept it down- her stomach was holding on to everything it got right now. Some of that pain eased off of her as her body devoured the meal he had given her. She looked up at him.

"Show me your empty mouth." he said regaining his composure.

She did as he was told, sticking out her tongue for emphasis. She could still taste him though. Oh god she still could.

"Now kiss my cock and thank me." he grinned.

Lola bent down before him and gently kissed the dick of the man that had just forced her to swallow his cum against her will. "Thank you for cumming on my face." she demurred and kissed it again.

He nodded in approval then tapped his watch. He held it down for her to see. "Just over seven minutes. That's your time to beat. That's not a good time, so it shouldn't be hard." he saw her looking confused. "No dick should take that long to get off. Some girls can do it under two minutes, so you've got a lot of competition. NEVER go over this number." he tapped the watch for emphasis. "You'll get faster with more training."

She stared at him aghast. This wasn't a competition... she wasn't going to do this for a living so....

He brought her around with a snap of his fingers in front of her sticky nose. "You've still got another client." he said and nodded at Don.

Lola looked past the grinning canine and stared out past the beach. Still no one. She looked back at his cock she was still stroking and bend down toward it.

"Naw." Don said. "I got this." he put both his large hands on the sides of her head and held her firm. Then he forced his dick past her lips and started thrusting into her mouth. "Just wanna fuck your face for a while." he mused.

Lola braced her hands on his legs trying to get some distance from him, but he held her firm. He pushed hard into her mouth until his pelvis was flat against her nose. He held her there with his dick pushed down her throat and she banged her hands against his thighs and fresh tears welled up. The world greyed out along the sides of her vision- she couldn't breathe! Grunting a laugh, he let her go, coughing, and taking huge gulps of air in. Then began to pump her mouth again as ropes of drool and spit splattered down her chin and onto her tits. He repeated that every now and then, making her squirm and writhen pressed hard into his groin. Sometimes he bobbed her head up and down on his dick, other times he thrust it into her still head. She gurgled and glucked as he forced the air out of her with his thrusts. She knew she was nothing to him, just a tight whole to fuck how he pleased. She was getting limp and exhausted from struggling to breath all the time and that seemed to turn him on more. Her hands began to drag down from his thighs to his knees and her eyelids drooped.

In the end he had a hand on the back of her head and the other holding her throat, pumping vigoursly into her mouth. Her tongue hung out the side limply and she stared at nothing, just feeling his dick pulse back and forth. Then he pulled her close and shoved his dick head past her tonsils again. Her eyes opened a little at this as part of her panicked, and then she felt him shudder. He was starting to shoot straight down her throat without giving her any choice in the matter. She shut her eyes and compulsively swallowed the cum he was pouring into her.

"You deserve this." Lola's mind whispered in her ear. "You deserve all of it."

"Love it." Don said happily, his paw rubbing her throat, feeling it bob up and down as she swallowed is jizz. "Love the feeling of a bitch taking it."

Unceremoniously, he pulled his cock out of her and let her fall to the ground choking and coughing. She was barely able to push her herself up to a sitting position and didn't look at him, just content to breath and tremble on the sand.

"You know?" Don said matter-of-factly. "Rabbits aren't bad either."

"Glad to hear it Don." the man said.

With that, Don left and the man went over to where Lola sat panting heavily.

"You got lucky little bunny." he said with a smile. "The beach is still empty."

With barely any energy, Lola looked around the beach, eyes hardly open. She nodded.

"Let me help you up." he said and eased her up slowly. She clung to him for stability as well as, she hoped, for protection. She was pretty sure he'd let Don have his fun because he wanted to know that this island wasn't exactly a safe place. Message received loud and clear. She clutched his side and went to rub this sperm off her face.

"Let that be till after dinner." he said, lowering her arm down with his hand. "Time to get some food first. Besides, I like you better this way."

She nodded limply and they walked further in.

"Did you notice how he tasted different than I did?" the man asked.

Lola shook her head no. She wasn't really paying attention at the time- she had been trying not to choke to death.

"It's true." he continued. "You'll learn that in time. At some point you'll be able to pick me out of a group by taste alone."

Lola didn't have the energy to be shocked.

CH 15

She had been embarrassed to find the dining hall partly full, with most of the people turning to see the new girl get paraded around. She wasn't ready for that, not naked, not subservient and restrained and she had turned and looked at the ground instead, knowing that must have confirmed her insecurity to everyone watching. It filled her with anxiety. She heard some of the girls giggling as they sat together and knew it was directed at her. That's fine, she fumed, they were just as nude as she was.

"But not on the end of a dog leash." her mind quipped.

Still, some small part of her relished the attention she was getting after it's long enforced absence. It gave her the strength to endure, like a tiny candle that would fend off the night. Small comfort was still comfort.

He had let her fill up her tray with whatever she wanted, but warned against eating too much at once.

"I KNOW how to pace myself." she couldn't resist speaking out.

"I just don't want you getting fat." he replied, making his own selections behind her.

That put red in her cheeks. Did he think she was fat? Was she getting fat? She hadn't looked in a mirror in a very long time and she tried to catch a look at herself in the glass protectors over the food. All she saw was a thin outline of herself staring back a little desperately. Was he joking? She didn't pursue it further, but took the bottled water instead of the fruit juice just to be safe.

They sat together at the end of an empty table in the cafeteria hall. Lola didn't found she didn't have much choice in the matter since she was tethered to the end where the man had chosen to sit. It seemed like everything around this place had eye rings bolted into them for just such an occasion. The tables were also bolted to the floor with long built in row seating. This place is more like a prison than an island hideaway she mused.

"I have something for you." he said after they had been eating for a while.

That made her nervous. Gifts came with strings here, hell everything came with strings here. The problem was you couldn't always see the strings.

She looked at him and the man could see the wariness in her features. It didn't seem to bother him. "I wasn't sure if I was going to give this to you or not for your performance on the beach." he said and started to reach into his pocket.

"For sucking your cock?" she said quietly, making sure the people around them couldn't hear.

"No, that earned you dinner." he gestured to her plate with his free hand. "No for handling Don the way you did. That was a smart move."

She looked confused. "Because I sucked HIS cock?" she said, lower still.

"No, I told you to do that, so it was going to happen. It's how you did it." he said still fishing about in his pocket. She just stared at him confused. "You didn't fight him." the man continued. "He likes it when girls fight him. That could have gone a whole lot worse."

Lola blinked. She'd almost passed out on his dick and been force fed his jizz. She really didn't want to think about how much worse it could have been.

"Ah! Here it is." the man found what he was looking for and fished it out, reaching across the table and placing it in front of her. It was a small candy pink sweat band. She looked up at him.

"You know, for your ears. I thought you might like it." he said and smiled.

She picked it up and held it in her small hands. Ever since she had landed on this horrible island she had been immediately stripped of everything. She'd worn nothing but a dog collar since the start. This... this small elastic band would be the first thing she'd be allowed to wear in what seemed a very long time. Taking the pink stretchable accessory, she slipped it over and past her ears, adjusting it at the base, and smoothed out her hair. She started feeling pretty again, and Lola REALLY wanted a mirror.

The man nodded in satisfaction. He could see her preen a little bit, taking pride in her sole possession, making her forget she still had his sperm dried on the side of her face. How many of those things had she thrown away in her life? What was once an almost irrelevant object had now been elevated to a prized item. Her original one was purple but he wanted her to get used to pink, to think more feminine, and in time, more alluring when she considered what to wear. Small steps, but important ones. It would be a long time before he let her wear anything that gave her a shred of modesty.

Lola wondered if she should thank him for the gift, and then realized he was rewarding her for sucking a stranger's cock and thought better of it. At that point his phone chirmed and saved her from having to show him any gratuity.... even if she did like it.

The man took out his phone and looked at it, studying what he saw and a large smile spread across his face. He looked down at Lola almost predatorily, and she shrank a little from him.

"You've been a naughty girl haven't you?" he said in a tone that playful tone that suggested he was on to something.

Lola didn't know how to react, so she just looked up at him, waiting for whatever this was to come crashing down on her. She felt like a child, feeling guilty but not knowing why.

The man turned the cell phone around and let her see what was on the screen. The picture had been taken inside her "room" and the flash had pushed the contrast too bright in areas. However there was no mistaking someone holding up her mattress to show the wet spot and giving the camera a thumbs up.

Lola blanched. Her secret was out, exposed. Had she really thought she could have hid that from them? Had she been that stupid?

"Looks like someone's been having at themselves now haven't they?" the man said, milking the moment and making her squirm. This was that moment before judgment where everything was uncertain, and he wanted to see how she would react? Would he get attitude? Tears? Begging?

Lola let her head hang down and resigned herself to her fate. It had been a nice dinner up to this point.

"When we first met I told you that you earned things, and that we like proactive girls here." he said mater-of-factly. "You just earned yourself a request."

"What?" she said blinking.

"During your time out, you still managed to masturbate so hard you left a mess. Even though you were in a bad situation, you showed me you couldn't keep your hands off your cunt. For that, you get something that you want."

She straightened her back and looked up at him. Not in the eyes, but at least on his mouth. "I get to ask for something? Anything?" she said, still wondering if this was a joke. It was meant as a compliment but it really didn't feel like one. Still she wasn't going to let this situation slip through her fingers.

"Well, anything in reason." she said with a snort. "Don't ask for us to let you go, or for a gun. Stupid requests mean you aren't ready for rewards yet. But, yes, you can ask for something. Fell like catching up on TV show? Creativity is encouraged."

This was definitely one of his tests, but she didn't have to think about what to ask for.

"I don't want to go back to that room. I want to see outside." she said quickly.

"That didn't take long!" he said. "You're sure?"

Lola firmly nodded her head yes.

The man thought it over. "How about a room with a view of the sunset? Watch the sun go down every night? Fresh air?"

That actually sounded really good. She nodded yes again. She felt... hopeful.

He nodded. "Done! When we're finished here, we'll go back to your new place. I just have to make a call." He punched a number and made arrangements for her transfer. The rest of the meal was in silence but the mood had brightened considerably.

On the way back Lola could help but hold back some of her anxiety. "This isn't a trick right? It's a new room?"

The man looked down at her as she walked by his side on her leash. "It's the truth. There are no tricks, and I won't lie to you. If I did, you can't trust me and everything starts to fall apart. You won't progress if you don't know where you stand or if you know that I won't be on your side."

Lola chewed through that statement. It was heavy with meaning but she didn't know how to process it. "Won't... progress?" she eventually asked.

"That's right. You've already started it. Progress in attitude and thinking. Throwing away those old ideas and notions in your head and accepting a much easier and happier life. None of that can happen if you know I'm not honest with you. If you push me away and I'll have to discipline you, like last time, and I won't be there for you if you need me. But I think we're past that. Correct?" he said with a parental tone to his voice.

Lola nodded her head yes. She certainly wasn't going to fight about it here in the hall on the way of someplace nicer. Also, if he left her than... others might be put in charge of her and she had seen firsthand that some of them were unsavory. At that thought she unintentionally she moved closer to him as they walked down the hall.

When they reached the door, she could smell a hint of the ocean air. He opened it and ushered her in with a smile. The room was a little larger than before but what took her breath away was one wall of the room had been removed and was open to the outside, a floor to ceiling opening with an view going all the way down to the ocean. There were, of course, bars across the opening, but if she pressed her face next to them, she had an unobstructed view of the outside. The sunset was in full swing, and the sky was full of reds, peaches and vivid yellows. It was... amazing.

He stood there in the door and watched her drink in the view. Every now and then she looked back at him, almost wondering if he was going to snatch it away, but he just shrugged and let her bask. Eventually, she turned away and looked around.

Lola saw her mattress, the one with the stain, had been brought in here to keep her company. She looked at him plaintively.

"Don't be ashamed of that." he told her. "That earned you this room. Don't be ashamed of your actions, or wanting to make yourself feel good. Being bold like will only make your life easier."

Bold? She had never considered that lewd act bold. Shameful yes, but bold? He had a strange way of looking at things but he had given her this room because of it.

"How do I close the window?" Lola asked.

"Oh. You don't. It stays open. Don't worry, it's not going to get cold for months, and if there's a storm, we'll close it for you on the outside."

"But... people will..."

"Watch you? Yes. When you sleep, pretty much whenever they want. That goes with the view. Also, let's not do something stupid like hide under your mattress- that's an instant time out in the old room."

She stared at him.

"The room also has an upkeep cost." he crossing his arms. "The first day is free, but if you want to stay, you have to agree to the terms." she was still speechless so he continued. "If someone walks by, you have to tell them, "I like it when you look at me." and make it a good one. No more of this staring at the floor crap you like to do. Start smiling, show off a little, make them glad they stopped by. You've got a great figure and I want you to stop hiding it from everyone. That's old thinking, garbage thinking and we're going to have to pry it out of your dumb bunny head one way or another. Might as well do it in a nice safe place with a great view." he gestured at the bars. "Can you do that for me?"

She looked at him, and looked at the sunset again. "I'll... try...." that was the best that she could do right now.

He nodded and turned to go.

"Wait!" She called out for him and took a couple of steps in his direction. "What if I do all that and they still say I didn't? How do we stop that?"

The man shrugged. "We don't. So make sure they go away happy. You can clean your face off now." he said with an afterthought. With that, he closed the door.

She stood there in the middle of her room, staring thunderstruck at the door. Eventually, she moved over to the mattress and pulled it up against the wall till it was partially propped up. That was the one of the benefits of being short, there was still more than enough room for her even with it turned into an improvised recliner.

Was she really going to do this? Let stranger gawk at her. Was that worse than staring at four blank walls breathing stale air, alone? She knew what he was doing, chipping away at her, making her take small but constant steps in a direction that let to... She realized she really didn't know where it lead to. A picture on the wall, that was for certain, sexual submission, that was also for certain, probably. Would she become his slave? She didn't know but she was certain he was making her do it to herself. Even though she realized it, she didn't know if she could avoid that slow motion train wreck. Was she strong enough to hold out, to endure until... SOMETHING else happened? She didn't know if she had it in her.

It was seductively warm, and she dozed off.

When she awoke, the sun was mostly gone, and the sky was a deep crimson glow of life. Someone was standing a foot or so outside the window looking in at her. She didn't know who, but he could see the white of his smile as he did. "Hey there!" the stranger said, "Didn't want wake you." that didn't stop him from continuing to take her in, laying there.

This was it. Do or die. Roll over and take it or stand up for yourself she thought. Looking at the ceiling she saw concrete, the same as the shabby room she had before. But this time it had a wonderful purple tone painted on by the sunset. The color would change all day long.

Lola hoped he couldn't see that her smile wasn't genuine when she stretched, rolling completely onto her back. She drew one leg up until her knee pointed at the ceiling, then slowly let it fall to the side, leaving her pelvis open for him to see. His smile broadened. One finger toyed with her lip, and the other found her vulva and stroked it as she spoke.

"I like it when you look at me."