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CH 39

“Wayland is the only doctor on the island.”

That’s what he told himself as he left his house. He repeated it again as he crossed the commons and one last time for good measure when he stood outside the good doctor’s office.

He’d been watching yesterday’s footage from the camera mounted outside on the tree, and some of the mobile ball camera inside the room, although most of that hadn’t been worth anything. When Brandie had started getting aggressive, the camera had been knocked aside and ended up staring at a pillow. What he hadn’t mentioned was he had switched out Lola’s camera with a newer one that had a mic built in. He wasn’t going to take too many chances when he introduced Brandie, so he got to listen to listen in while reviewing the tree camera images.

He wasn’t very happy with what he saw, or what he heard from the other staff. Lola was NOT a quite girl when getting her eyes crossed, and quite a few others had noticed what when on inside the doctor’s office. He’d had to ask around for that part since it happened outside the room. He wasn’t upset that Lola had gotten a piercing or that Brandie had sexually assaulted her, but he WAS upset over the fact that he had publically put the rabbit off limits and that edict had been broken. A trainer who proved they could produce consistent and positive results had certain privileges to ensure their work continued without incident, and their word could be law about it.

Well, there most certainly had been a god damned incident.

He didn’t knock when he rounded the corner into the doctor’s office, nor did he slam the door behind him. Doctor Wayland looked a little surprised at the sudden arrival but quickly recovered and settled into a defensive posture, unsure how ugly things were going to get. There had been a transgression and he knew it, but at the time, he really hadn’t cared. Now, when it apparently was time to pay the piper, he was starting to care.

There was silence for a while between the two men.

“What was she like? How was she compared to the others?” he asked. “Lola. Was she any different than any of the others here?” He knew Wayland had a broad pallet and the doctor had sampled plenty as they became available.

This wasn’t what Wayland had been expecting. Maybe some yelling or accusations, but there wasn’t any of that. Wayland leaned back against a counter and felt its contents shift behind him.

“Well…” Wayland started, still waiting for volume to be turned up any minute now. “Lola… she’s well…” she trailed off, actually having to think about things.

He waited for the doctor to compose himself.

“Yea. Lola IS special, there’s something about her. Something I missed the first time she was here.” Wayland began.

“What part would that be?” he asked.

“No. Not like that. It’s hard to say, but something changed. It was as if she wanted you to want her.” He thought some more. “It was a feeling that got stronger the closer you were. She pulls you in.” Wayland rubbed the salt and cayenne pepper stubble on is chin.

“An attraction?”

“Yes. Sort of, but yes.”

“More than a “come hither” look?” he followed up.

“That was part of it, but like I said, different.”

“Like animal magnetism?” He asked. The term sounded like a corny joke when it applied to the rabbit.

Wayland snapped his fingers. “That’s it!”

“We’re not talking mesmerism or suggestion here correct?”

Wayland shook his head. “No, nothing like that. Nothing overt. Maybe it’s pheromones or the way she acts, she’s like a sex singularity that draws you in.”

He raised an eyebrow at that. The doctor was known for his overly dramatic notions at their meetings so this was par for the course, or he was trying to find some excuse for his actions that he could excuse his actions with.

“When you’re close, it becomes worse. When you’re IN her, actually fucking her, it’s…” he paused looking for the words. “It feels like the most natural thing on Earth. It doesn’t just FEEL right, it IS right. Fulfilling on a really base level.”

Wayland looked like he was in the middle of a revelation that was unfolding within himself.

“You’re sure about this? You’ve had your eye on her ever since she showed up here.”

Wayland nodded emphatically. “Yes, I sure did, but this isn’t it. It wasn’t really there when you brought her in for her checkup. Then it was just a physical attraction, nothing a cute set of tits wouldn’t do to a fella.”

He nodded.

“But, when she came back later, she was sloppy drunk, and it was there. I felt it as soon as she came in the room.”

“She was different at that point?”

“Didn’t I just say that?” Wayland grunted. “Yes. Drunk and suddenly a lot more “attractive.” Maybe….” Wayland trailed off.

He signed and waited for the doctor to think it through.

“Maybe… when she was drunk, her guard was down.” Wayland said, still chewing through his idea.

“Say that again.”

“When Lola came back for the piercing, she was drunk. She was all pissy and weepy the during the check up, but on the return trip she was in charge. Very confident. I think getting her drunk knocked out all her mental hang ups and the real Lola showed up for a piercing.”

He had to think about that for a moment. Fucking the rabbit had definitely been fulfilling even if he had to do most of the work himself, but there had been none of what Wayland had been mentioning. The doctor was full of fanciful ideas, but he wasn’t a good bull shitter, which lead to the possibility that this was all real.

Was it? Had he overlooked this possibility? If this was true, then it could be a back door in past her defenses. A short cut to the part she was hiding from him, and most likely, hiding it from herself. He was going to have to think about this, because he didn’t like to ply his projects with substances. Some of the trainers did, to send their sluts spiraling through all sorts fantastic voyages until they couldn’t tell up from down unless the trainer showed them. However, that usually lead to damaged goods and not once had those techniques ever produced a Star. Often it produced addicts which eventually only held loyalty to the monkey on their back. Those were rarely ever more than CGs, and eventually became too unstable to keep, ending up in live animal feeding pens for exotic animal owners overseas. The proverbial, “Lady and the Tiger” would be shorted to just “The Tiger” in one gory spectacle. I didn’t want to go there, so he made a mental note to figure out how to work with this piece of information later.

“I think you’re on to something.” He said.

Wayland looked pleased with himself.

“Anything you think can you can use for the party?” Wayland asked.

He shook his head. “No, it’s only four days off now. She’s not going to be ready for the floor show, so I’m going to stick with the cage. Can’t hurt anyone that way.”

“Unless she pisses all over the bar.” Wayland smirked.

He grimaced at both the thought of that and how crude the doctor could be at times. He’d already thought through that problem and it was going to be addressed. Lola’s debut would be in a cage suspended over the bar, well out of arms reach. She couldn’t be touched or touch, but she could watch and see everything. She wasn’t going to be wearing much of anything so the room would pretty much get the same privilege. He didn’t want anyone getting bitten with those incisors of hers if she had a freak out of some sort. Lola had been getting better as she got used to the island but the party was going to be well out of her depth. He doubted she’d ever been to a full blown orgy before.

“I don’t think we’ll have to worry about that.” He said assuredly.

Wayland still smirked. He was probably picturing it in his mind.

“On her charts, did it show any increased chance of hypertension?” he asked.

The doctor furrowed his brow. “No… I don’t think so.” He turned and started shuffling through the wobbly stack of papers next behind him. “If anything she mi….”

Wayland didn’t see the fist that caught him solidly in the left temple, sending him sprawling across his counter and onto the floor. Great mountains of manila envelopes, and forests of paper went tumbling after him as he went. Bottles in cardboard boxes clattered, metal rods fell, and x-rays set sail like airborne stingrays, all finding new resting places on the floor.

He stood still, waiting for the commotion to end. Wayland moaned amid the clutter, close to losing consciousness. If he had put his full effort behind his fist, Wayland would be waking up tomorrow.

“It’s against the rules to strike the senior staff.” He said, “But people seem to have a tendency to break the rules in this office. I think now is a good time to stop all of that, and let things get back to normal. I think everyone likes how normal feels.”

Wayland didn’t reply, and just shifted a little bit amidst the paper avalanche on the floor.

When he left, he shut the door behind him. He needed to find some bottled spirits for his next step with the rabbit.

Earlier that day

Brandie was fidgeting now, one arm crossed across her stomach under her heavy breasts, and clutching her opposite elbow for comfort. She felt the heavy warm softness of her tits roll over her arm as she breathed.

This really wasn’t fun.

She knew things could get awkward when Lola’s trainer had called her in shortly after her morning shower. She’d left the rabbit still passed out on the bed, fur matted and jutting up in crazy ways from last night’s sex romp, smiling to herself at the fact she could leave any-damned-time-she-pleased, and showered. She was toweling off when one of the islands runners- women who held small jobs that nobody else wanted found her. Amber, a runner whose long black hair was held back in a tight ponytail, panted heavily as she ran up. She was a little chunky and Bradie guessed she’d been put on runner duty to sweat off some of those extra pounds before the party that was looming up in the very near future. Like Brandie, she was nude, except for a luxury of a sports bra, which looked out of place. Not only were most of the island’s women completely naked for the enjoyment of men, the singular item of clothing drew the eyes straight down to the exposed pussy, shaved smooth. It was one of the reasons the cunt girls had their halter tops- eyes went to where things weren’t immediately.

Amber was a girl who was almost beautiful but fell a little short. Brandie thought it was Amber’s nose that was throwing everything off, perhaps the way she seemed to stare at instead of just looking at you. Brandie was willing to forgive all that since Amber was also one of her fans.

“H..hey!” Amber called out as she came up the path. “Hey! Brandie!”

Brandie just smiled and let the girl come to her. “Always, make them come to you. It was the little things that counted.”

Amber had to catch her breath and get a drink from the shower tap before she could continue.

“I heard that you’re going to be performing at the party!”

Brandie gave a genuine smile this time.

“Well I sure am! Worked hard for it to!”

Amber almost squealed “That’s so cool! I’m really proud of you. We all are.”

They had been cunt girls together, working the same events but everyone knew Brandie was a rising star, and it wouldn’t be long before she could get up on stage and start commanding a price.

Brandie just nodded again. “That’s sweet of you. I appreciate it, ah surely do.”

“You have your own room now?” Amber asked getting herself together.

“I moved in with the rabbit. It’s pretty much my room since she’s so small, and had nothing to her name.”

“What’s her name again?” asked Amber.

“Doesn’t really matter now does it?” Brandie asked dismissively. “What DOES matter is that room’s view of the ocean is absolutely divine!”

“How much does it cost?” asked Amber. She’d steadied herself now and gotten her breath mostly under control.

“Absolutely nothing.” Bragged Brandie.

“Get out of here! Really?” ask Amber skeptically.

“You heard right. The rabbit pays for it.”

Amber just shook her head. “Some girls got all the luck.”

Brandie nodded and put the towel back on the rack.

“Was there something you wanted to tell me?” Brandie brought the conversation back to its original purpose- she really didn’t want to spending all day talking with someone who didn’t look like she would be climbing any social ladders any time soon.

Amber shook her head. “AH! Almost forgot! Duh! Yes! The rabbit’s trainer wants to see you.”

That stopped Brandie in mid hair fluff for a moment. “Oh.” She said nonchalantly. “Did he say why?”

Amber shook her head no. “Not at all. Just to find you and let you know. He’s over in his house down the path past…”

“I DO know the way.” Brandie said dismissively, gaining her composure back and returned to preening.

“Oh. Yes. Sorry.” Said Amber apologetically. “Look, I gotta go. I just wanted to say again that we’re all very happy for you.” She took a couple of steps back.

Before her successful step up in life, Brandie had been living in a communal dorm with 11 other girls. She did not miss the bunk beds stacked three high in a row, the snoring, the theft of her cosmetics, and a million other every day indignities she’d had to endure. Let them proud of her as long as she didn’t have to stay in that crowded room anymore.

She waved good bye to Amber and started down the path past the commons. It was a brisk walk, as Amber had wasted time getting to the point of her message. While Brandie looked confident on the outside, she was getting watery inside. She had no doubt that this was about Lola and what had happened last night. Brandie wasn’t ashamed of what she did, but what she thought didn’t matter- it was what HE thought. Still, there was probably some way she could turn this around to her advantage.

“Maybe he just hasn’t had the opportunity to really get to know me well enough.” She thought to herself. Maybe it was time for him to experience the joys of a real woman instead of something that was closer to a stuffed toy. She nodded to herself more forcefully this time. This was an opportunity to really put her little soon-to-be submissive bitch roommate on the outside track and get in good with another member of the staff that ran the place.

She knocked on the door and heard him usher her in.

Now she stood before him naked, toes rolling in the thin carpet, and was beginning to feel the situation slip through her fingers. She had sashayed in, all hips and letting her long blonde hair flow freely round her. She’d put on her best pair of bedroom eyes and screwed up enough courage to at least look him in his. There was something about his eyes that just pierced her, and she had round herself looking at the floor, the wall behind him or anywhere but his face when they had occasion chat on previous occasions. She was ready for it.

But his back was turned toward her, and he hadn’t turned around when she came in; her entrance performance wasted. He was staring at a computer fiddling with something.

“I’ll be with you shortly.” He had said and let it hang at that.

It had been a lot longer than “shortly” and Brandie was getting fidgety. She knew to shut up when not being talked to by the staff and kept mum. This place was a mess similar to the doctor’s. What was it with the men on this island leaving their places of work complete disasters? They had a thousand maids at their disposal and yet they would rather live like a college student than let any woman touch their precious stuff.

“There we go.” He said at last and something clicked on his desk. A larger monitor flickered to life, revealing a video in progress. Brandie immediately saw the grainy images of her room last night, picked up by some hidden camera set up outside the bars. There was no sound, and while the picture quality wasn’t perfect, it was pretty clear on what was going on. Brandie and Lola had gotten back and Brandie had started in the smaller girl.

Brandie’s face burned hot, as she watched the scene unfold. The aggressive stance, the slaps, her heart skipping a beat every time she laid her hands on the other girl.

“I can explain…” she eventually said, wishing almost immediately that she had just kept her mouth shut.

“Explain what?” he had asked finally turning to the side to look at her. He seemed rather non pulsed about the whole thing.

“We were drunk and… just wanted to have some fun together. Something nice and fun on our first night together.” Brandie tried to blow it off since there wasn’t any sound.

But there was sound, and it came spilling out of the second camera once he flipped the playback switch.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” Brandie’s voice came out of the speaker. Followed by a slapping sound.

“I like it when you look at me!” Lola responded.

“AGAIN.” Another slap.

“I LIKE IT WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME!” Lola said in a panicked louder voice.

“I bet you fucking do. I told you to get your fingers in there!” followed by a gasp.

“Finally. Now, that’s just two, I think you can fit another in.” Pause. “You think your better than I am?” Pause. “That’s right! You’re nothing.” Slap, followed by a squeak from Lola

He turned off the second playback and turned to face her fully this time Looking expectantly.

“Ahh…” Brandie stammered. “Ok.. we...” there was ice water in her stomach.

“I don’t care.” He said, cutting her off.

“What?” Brandie asked confused.

“I don’t care about any rivalry between you two. I don’t care if you slap her or if she slaps you as long as there’s no long term damage. If she can’t stand up for herself then she’s not the student I’m looking for.” He said matter-of-factly.

“Oh.” Brandie said, and stood up a little straighter. This was good news.

“BUT. I care about being lied to. And I really do care about this.” He turned to the side again and forwarded the video to when Brandie had manhandled Lola over to the two waiting men by the bars. He paused the video. The angle wasn’t great as the camera was behind them, but it would be crystal clear to a jury as to what was going on. Lola’s head in front of one man’s groin, her hand reaching for another.

The ice was now running up and down Brandie’s spine.

“I told everyone that Lola wasn’t up for general use until her training was closer to completion. People don’t get their hands on her until I say they do. She’s not ready yet.”

Brandie wanted to try and excuse it by saying she was drunk but she bit her lip and just let her cheeks flush. Saying something would make everything worse.

“I think the word we are looking for is: Transgression.”

He let it hang there for a while the blonde in front of him stared at the floor. She was scared, and was probably going to cry before this was finished. What to do…. What to… do. He thought about it. Physical punishment would do more long term harm than good. While Brandie was a conniving little social climber, she was very attractive; nothing gained by damaging that especially with the party right around the corner.

Wait. Waiiiitt… the party. He smiled. Gotcha.

“Because of your actions last night, your promotion to performer will be suspended until after our next entertainment event coming up. You will remain a cunt girl until I have a chance to review your performance after the show.”

That brought her head up and she actually looked at him. The sudden gasp of shock and the flood of indignation. He watched her surprise turn to anger and then to a begging look.

“No!” she whimpered.

Then the tears came. Fat drops rolled down her cheeks. Brandie held status very dearly, and undoubtable she had bragged high and low to the rest of the women about how she was moving up in the world, and therefore that was how he was going to punish her. A fall from grace would cause her endless humiliation once it was known. And it would be known, no matter what factual contortions Brandie would fabricate to cover up her disgrace. The truth would come out.

He let her sit there and knew she was raging against him on the inside while tears dripped off her chin and onto her tits. As impulsive as she was, she knew that things would get very bad, very quickly if she were to become combative.

“Everything worked out so much nicer when you give them just enough to lose.” He thought to himself. For a moment he thought about giving her a facial to help wash away the tears but dismissed it. He wanted to save himself for his conversation with Lola. Before and after he got her drunk.

“That will be all.” He said and turned back to his desk. He stayed that way until he heard his front door open and then quietly shut again.

CH 40

Lola had most of the morning to recover her composure before her trainer open her door. She stared at him accusatorily, hoping for some sort of apology but knowing she wasn’t going to get one. Instead he smiled and handed her the leash. She looked at him, looked down at the proffered clip, signed and took it. Pulling her blonde ponytail aside, she fiddled around with the back of the collar (that never came off) until she found the eye ring and clicked it home.

Together they walked out of the building and into the light.

“Can we stop for a shower?” Lola asked him, squinting and putting her hand up to shade her watering eyes.

“You can shower at my place.” He said. This was the only token of consolation he was going to give her for last night’s debacle. He also wanted to keep her and Brandie apart until he finished up his experiment and got to the bottom of things.

Lola looked at him, a little surprised. “Private shower? What’s the occasion?” He’d fucked her mercilessly in public, so she knew it had nothing to do with modesty.

He smiled but said nothing. He liked the fact she picked up on subtly.

“Going to keep me all to yourself?” she tried to pry more answers out of him, but he answered none of them.

The inside of his place was just as messy as when she left it. Lola half expected to see a bra hanging off his bed post or a pair of discarded panties half hidden under his bed in this bachelor pad, but none of the women were allowed regular clothing. She used her nose to root out information and caught a faint sniff of another woman. Familiar, but already fading.

He hurried her into the shower but didn’t follow her in. “Stranger and stranger.” She thought as she washed the remnants of last night off of her. The shampoo made her smell like “spring rain” or whatever that was. She would have hoped from something like roses but it didn’t matter- it was nice to not to smell like old sex and sweat. Once again she stared out the screened window and briefly though of escape. Having no master plan other than to bolt and run, she shelved that notion and finished up, stepping out of the tub and toweling off.

“If I’m going to get out of here, I need to earn my freedom.” Lola thought to herself. “If I can’t explore, I can’t really do anything. It’s time to start winning again.”

She stood and looked in the mirror. An attractive fit blonde looked back at her. Even through her captivity she had made sure to keep up her figure so someone ass clown wouldn’t take issue with it. “I can do this.” She said to the mirror. “I can go the distance and persevere.” After fluffing herself up, she put on the one item of clothing she was allowed- her purple hair band, and walked back in the main room.

He had pulled up a side table and put a couple of cheap chairs on either side of it. On the table was a variety of bottles, and ice bucket and a couple of glasses. It looks like the drinks were already poured. She stood there in the doorway, suspicious.

“What is this?” she asked slowly. “What’s with the sudden explosion of everyone trying to get me drunk?”

“An experiment. I need to see something first hand.”

“And it’s going to involve fucking with my head?”

“Probably.” He said and gestured for her to sit.

She approached the table the way a cat would stalk up to something it didn’t quite understand. He was patient and eventually she sat across from him, staring at the drink in front of her warily. She heard a click from somewhere in the room but couldn’t pinpoint it.

“Long island ice tea.” He said picking up his glass. “Do you like it?”

“I have no idea.” She said. He stared at her until she picked up hers. It was big in her hands.

He dipped his glass toward her and then took a sip. She merely sipped hers and it was surprised at how sweet it was, and hardly burned going down. Almost immediately she felt the latent headache begin to fade away. Was there really alcohol in her drink? Didn’t seem like it all thought there were all kinds of bottles on the table. Expensive looking ones.

“Let’s talk about what happened last night.” He said.

“YES.” She agreed a little angrily. “Let’s talk about that bitch you stuck in my cage and how she attacked me.” She frowned angrily.

“That… actually, we’re not going to talk about.” He said.

Lola looked at him offended, mouth agape. He cut her off.

“YOU need to defend yourself. I don’t care if you were molested or abused, you need to find your own place among the women. If you can’t, or won’t, then I’m going to admit that you’re not going to go very far. If you let Brandie make you her bitch, you’ll spend the rest of your days washing her pussy juice out of your muzzle.”

Lola was stunned, mouth still agape.

“I would be very disappointed, as you are destined for greater things than that. You’ll end up eating a lot of cunt in your career but it will be on your own terms. So, I want you to fight back. Don’t let that happen again, but I can’t make you. I won’t stop most of what happened last night from happen again.”

Dead silence filled the room as Lola tried to take that all in. This was not what she had expected to hear. He god damned did that every time- she thought she knew what to expect and the ended up turning it around.

“Most… of what happened?” she asked.

“Most.” He agreed. “You aren’t fully ready for men and Brandie forced that issue. That won’t happen again, until I say so.”

Again silence. She wasn’t sure to be appreciative to the rapist who was keeping the rest of the island from doing the same.

“Drink your tea.” He prompted. She needed that drink now and took one. There was barely any burn.

“How am I supposed to defend myself when Brandie can escape out the door and I can’t?” she asked.

“Either you fight with a handicap or you earn more freedom.” He shrugged.

“How do I do that? Suck more cocks?” she added glibly.

“Eventually.” That caused a grimace from the rabbit. “But ultimately, we give you tasks and you do them. Up the ladder you go if you do. We can talk about that later, but right now I want to talk about masks.”

“Masks?” she took another drink and sat back in the chair. It was becoming nicely warm in here.

He nodded. “Last night I have heard from several sources that saw another Lola come out from her shell.” He smiled.

She raised an eyebrow. “Wh…attt did you hear?” she asked defensively.

“I heard that a bold confident Lola came out to play. I’m going to say the real Lola finally showed her face.”

She frowned. “The drunk Lola is the real Lola?” she said dismissively.

“Almost. The drunk Lola let her guard down and took off her mask. From what I heard, she was the Alpha in the room.”

She didn’t expect that, half prepared to hear that she was a slutty fuck bunny or some other sexist insult that she had always heard when people thought she wasn’t listening. Rabbits have good ears, and it was hard NOT to hear them. She took another drink.

“You were the one who took the lead when things started rolling, you were self-sufficient and confident. I think alcohol brings out who we really are- happy, unhappy, flirty, angry, etc. When you were on the court, you let your mask down because you were in your zone. I want to see if you’re always in the zone but just don’t let it happen most of the time.”

“Well you’re going to have to try harder.” She smirked. “You make pretty weak drinks.” She put the mostly finished glass on the table. And folded her arms in front of her and ended up rubbing her nipples with her forearms which wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

“Actually, that was mostly booze. The sweetness covers the taste.” He stood up and mixed another and she watched him pour all the ingredients together. He even added a little lemon twist at the top and then set the drink down in front of her.

“Jeezzzus Christ! You weren’t kidding.” She looked at the glass and then back up to around his chest. “You’re going to poison me!”

“I think you’ll do ok.” He said and nodded to the drink. He watched her take a sip.

“So what’s my next step?” Lola asked him after thinking for a while.

“You’re looking for a promotion?” he asked.

“I want… I don’t know… not to be cramped up in a room all day. That’s a good start.” She said after thinking it over.

He nodded.

“Now, I want you know I’m not a slut, I’m not doing this because I want someone to start bending me over. I just want to stretch my legs.”

“Of course not.” He humored her.

“I just… need to move around more. You can see that right?” She leaned forward putting her arms on the table to gesture with her hands as she talked. He could see her nipples were rock hard. He enjoyed watching her adapt to her new body and how the weight had shifted as she developed. Now they rested on the table, soft and round.

He nodded. “It’s completely understandable. But even if someone thought you were a slut it wouldn’t matter, because we know the truth.”

She had to think about that for a moment and he could see her reaction time was slowing down. The drinks were definitely taking hold. So was his conditioning

“I guess sooo…” she finally said.

“That’s right. So even though you might have to do something that you’re not used to, we know that’s because you’re proving yourself stronger than everyone thinks.” He said.

“Well I am.” She said confidently. “Strong than everyone thinks.” She added.

“And attractive?” he added off handedly.

“What?” she asked and took another drink. She could feel her ears beginning to flush.

“Do you consider yourself attractive as well as confident?” he asked sitting back in his chair.

She looked at him incredulously. “Of course I am! What kind of question is that?” her nose started twitching.

“It’s a real one. People say they’re attractive but don’t really mean it. Others hide behind a lot of make up to work up their courage because they don’t feel it inside. Do you really feel attractive?”

She looked at him like he was stupid.

“Prove it.” This time he was the one to cross his arms.

She smiled and refocused her slightly blurring gaze at him, taking him up on his implicit dare. Sitting back in her chair she draped her arms along the rests, pointing to her chest and bragging, “What’s not to like?”

“Well, for one, I can only see half of you. it’s easy say when you’re hiding behind a table.” He cocked his head to the side.

She pursed her lips and shook her head no. “YOU’RE not going to rule me out.” She said with bravado. Pushing her chair out, she steadied herself, and walked over to him, hands on her hips she stared confidently, even looking him in the face. He made no bones about roving his eyes over her athletic tan body, up and down enjoying her tight little slit and firm round breasts.

He shrugged. “Is that it?”

She snorted and shook her head. Then she took his drink, and drained what was left. “Make me another.” She said. The hell he was going to think she was going to wimp out on a challenge.

It was his turn to laugh as he mixed her another one, using the last of the ice.

She took the proffered drink, took a good swig and set it aside. Flipping her hair back she stumbled, steadying herself and slid her hands down her sides then back up under her breasts. They had definitely enlarged since the doctor’s shot, and she liked how they were more than a nice soft handful. Sure, they had been sore for a while as she filled out, but that was fading. It made it harder to run, but who cared about that in the bedroom? He didn’t care if she wanted them, he knew she needed them; liking them could come later.

“I like it when you loosh at me.” She said sweetly, if a little slurred.

Now he was getting somewhere. Her demeanor had been changing and the cagy rabbit was being replaced. He could feel it too, a pull toward her, not very strong, mostly in his eyes. His pleasure signals were lighting up in his brain when he did, more so than when he had first saw her cowering in the waiting room, or when he had fucked her in the commons. Yes, there was something magnetic about this one, and he was going to have to keep tabs on himself let he get caught up in it. He wondered if this was let slip out when she wanted attention, but was always too afraid to completely let go; just a peak but never a good look.

He decided to press the issue, and began to unbutton his shorts. Normally, Lola would look fidgety, a little panicked or just resigned to the idea that she was going to get molested and sexually humiliated in one manner or another. He eased himself, and began to stroke himself to life as she stood before him.

For a moment he thought he saw her waver, but it was gone in the blink of an eye. Maybe she just wobbled considering how drunk she must be. He was impressed that she stood her ground.

“Not good enough. So you can stand there and say a line, anyone can do that. If I wanted a dumb blonde to play with, I’ll take Brandie, Venus or Sandii over you any day. I treated you nicely and I got a timid little bitch instead of something interesting. Ok, you’ve got a tight little pussy, but outside of that, you’re a disappointment.” He kept stroking himself.

He expected tears or shame to come bubbling out of her, shock and protests. Her cheeks did flush, and she lowered her head a little but there was a smile on her face that didn’t go away.

“If I’m a disappointment then why are you still hard?” Lola said, and he finally saw it. The rise and fall in her hips, the sultry bedroom eyes full of promises, wet lips partially open, the tilt of her shoulders all slinking toward him. He’d watched her entrances caught on tape back when she was still playing basketball, but they paled in comparison to what he was witnessing now. This was it, walking promise of sex.

All the things he had said about her, to her, had sunken in. It took time but he was finally seeing the results. He had taken her need for attention and confused it with idea that she was really, deep down, a slutty little girl at her core. Her need to be looked at was just the surface of the deeper feeling of needing to be fucked. She rejected him at first, but over time, she had started to doubt herself, and what was really the truth. No matter what it is, repeat something long enough and loud enough, and it becomes the truth. Now in her drunken state, he could see how deep he had gotten his hooks into her, how his ideas were now becoming her ideas.

He was rock hard.

She reached his knees and slapped his hands off his cock. Leaning forward into his lap she let her fuller breasts rest against the base of his shaft. Has cock found the cleft between them as she pressed herself forward, burying him deeper as she pushed up. Her fur was so soft it sent shivers up through him. Gunther be damned there were definite benefits to training the nonhumans.

“You like your new tits?” he ignored her question, as she began to message his lap. She leaned up and out twice more, letting her nipples drag across his legs, before coaxing him fully between her tan mounds.

“I might have been wrong about them.” She said demurely, cupping her breasts together in her hands and starting to titfuck him. She smiled up at him with a devilish grin, still holding out. He watched his cock head poke out between the pressed furry orbs that held him in growing pleasure. Bend forward, release and stand, lower and press. Smile and repeat. She needed more practice, but it was a good start.

“You were. I know what’s best for you, and if I want to change you, I will.” he said as she watched her slide along his cock, hips rocking almost as if she was dancing to a tune only she could hear.

“I guess you do.” She said, tossing her hair back that was starting to fall into her eyes. Forgetting how intoxicated she was, Lola almost fell over in the process but righted herself, leaning heavily against his thighs.

“Ok, blondie, climb up.” He patted his lap expectantly.

Being drunk had no effect on how strong her legs were, and with a hop she landed with her knees on his, albeit awkwardly. He didn’t help, instead he sat back expectantly, folding his hands behind his head. He felt himself throbbing against her stomach fur as she readjusted.

“Get to work.” He said looking in her eyes until she broke the connection. She was bold in her current condition- normal Lola usually just stared at this chin.

“It’s all on me?” she asked, raising and wiggling her hips.

“A whore does what she’s told doll.” And shrugged. He could hear a little intake of breath at the last part and her legs clenched, but her smile didn’t change. Maybe drunk Lola liked being talked down to.

She shimmied herself up along him till she was almost nose to nose the larger man. Has shaft slid down her stomach until it was firmly pressed against her entrance. She kissed his bottom lip, then his chin and his neck as she lowered herself down on him. First he parted her lips, then his head slipped in, and the rest followed inside her body. She pressed herself against him, hugging close and listening to his heart beating.

“Hmmmmmm…. Welcome home.” She moaned and he could smell the alcohol on her breath. One slow push till he was all the way in, then she raised her hips up, letting her pussy make him slick. She lowered again, groaning as he stretched her.

“You talk a lot.” he said, enjoying her hold on to him as she pulled up. He saw the little fluff of her tail over her shoulder as she writhed on his lap. “You know what? I’m just not feeling it- I’m not into this romantic novel cuddle crap. I paid for a dirty slut. I got you that room ahead of others; I could have given it to someone else a lot more deserving than some weepy little bunny. You owe me. I’m not your boyfriend. I. Own. You. Time to show me the gratitude I deserve change.”

She sat there stunned feeling his cock throb has slapped her across the face with is words. He was raging inside of her and her pussy clenched down on it hard as he belittled her.

“I’ll repeat the only smart thing you said since you’ve been here: “Wrong hole”.” He said firmly.

She gulped and bit her lip. Her skin was buzzing with little electric tingles at his commands. His smell was making her light headed with how much she wanted him in her. Her arms started to shiver a little and she was breathing harder. She might have been the alpha at some point last night, but here, NOW, she was most definitely not.

“Now.”

His words were like jerking a leash around her neck, jolting out of her reverie and into action. She reluctantly lifted up until he slipped out of her and began to turn around.

“Stop. Don’t turn. I don’t’ want your cunt right now but I enjoy looking at it.”

She hesitantly raised her ass up off his lap, steading herself with one hand in a wobbly tripod. With her free hand she found him, and repositioned him at her tail hole.

“Sit.”

She closed her eyes as his penis pressed at her rubbery little ring. Grunting she tried to push him but he slipped aside. Again Lola got him under her and his head found the center of her pucker. She began to slower down, trying to relax her ass and really not knowing how. She yelped as his cock poked into stretching her out. That seemed to make him throb. Slowly she began to back herself down onto him, eyes clamped shut as she gritted her teeth. Unfortunately, she also clamped her legs shut.

“Keep them open.”

She swung her knees open, and that was one too many things for her drunk mind to juggle. Her left leg wobbled and she overcorrected, causing her to lose her balance and sit down hard.

“FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!” she howled as tears instantly started leaking out of the corners of her eyes. Her ass became a red hot ring of protest as his cock throbbed inside her, pushing some of the air out of her.

“Better.” He smirked and felt her clench hard. “While this is what I want, I have this feeling your heart’s not really into it. You’ve probably gone about as far as you can go but I can’t give you an “A for effort” and we can call it quits. Actually it’s still only a C but it is better than your usual failures. Slow progress is better than nothing I guess, so it’ll keep your room for a couple of days.”

He shifted to get up.

“St..stop.” Lola said.

“hmmm?”

“Not done.” She winced.

“Look, this is nice and all, but we can quit now.”

Lola raised herself up a few inches and slowly sat back down through clenched teeth. Her tail hole was a raging ball of hate.

“I don’t quit.” She said, wet eyes clenched shut.

“Well then, go for it.” He taunted.

She sat there for a moment and then leaned forward, putting her hands in front of her, letting some of him pull out as she did so. Then she rocked back and his slid back in causing her to gasp. While her pucker was on fire, inside of her began to tingle. It was like seeing a sunbreak in a rainy sky- fleeting, but there.

Again she raised her hips and let him slide out before forcing him right back in again. She grunted and wished she had better lube- this probably would have gone so much smoother if she did. Not that he was going to stop for her, she knew he loved what was happening. She put her legs to good use and began to bounce on his lap. She couldn’t help but clench down on him as he slipped his full sized member through her half sized hole. It took her a little bit, but after the rise and fall of her hips, her ass muscles took enough of a pounding to finally submit, making it much easier for her to thrust his cock into her. It also started to feel good, and she stopped wincing and started moaning again.

“Never climaxed yourself via the back door?” he asked. He could feel the tickle of her tail on his balls as he sunk into her. This was pure pleasure- any tighter and he thought she’d break apart. Under the circumstances, he wasn’t going to last long even if she wasn’t doing that great a job. Just watching her fuck herself in way that she would have absolutely refused before she showed up on the island was a huge turn on. To watch her morals, sink lower and lower was immensely gratifying. Not to mention the unobstructed view of tits and cunt while she violated her little tan body was erotic.

She was actually groaning now. “Hmmmm… no…” she murmured huskily as she finally started to enjoy the rutting. Not as much as she would have if he had taken her pussy, but was steadily getting better. She rose and fell more rhythmically now, her tits making round arcs on her chest as his cock spread her cheeks and forced in and out of her pucker.

“Ahhhhhh!” she groaned and bit her bottom lip, eyes still closed but not clamped shut.

“First time for everything. I knew you’d come around.” He grunted, and saw her blush. He was feeling the pleasure build up in the pit of his stomach and knew if he wanted Lola to climax, he was going to have to start. Normally he didn’t care if she did or didn’t but he wanted to gauge how submissive she got during sex. Everyone had noticed it, and while enjoyable, it was something that he was going to need to control at some point.

“A little fuck bunny like you should have no problems offering her ass up more often.” He watched color flush her ears as she continued to fuck her ass without his help. She ground herself down, lap to lap.

“Ah! Hmmmm! Ahh! AH!” Lola grunted, her nipples swelling and poking out of her fur.

The view and her incredible tightness was pushing him to far, so he decided to change his plan and give in to the sensation. He finally moved his hands, holding her ass firmly against his, causing her to gasp. Breathing heavy, his lap was hot, and his balls began to clench, sending rising pleasure up his shaft and to his cock head. He thrust up now, grunting in pleasure has he helped himself cross the threshold. He felt his cock expand as he flooded her with cum, just a little spirt at first, but then erupting up and into her. She it didn’t go squirting out the sides, just flooding deeper into her stomach.

They sat there together, faces close as he spurted into her. Lola felt her hips warm in in strange way and felt fuller. She waited for him to move again, breathing hard, her motor running now and wanting more. She felt him spasm in her, farther back than she was used to, waiting for more. Then she felt him diminish.

“Up.” He said. “Up and off.”

She moaned in disappointment but did as she was told, extricating herself from him and easing back down to the floor. Her ass clenched tightly, throbbing hot and angry, but more importantly she was unfulfilled, and left hungry for more. She looked up at him, hopefully.

“If you want to cum, then you need to do it. Don’t expect anyone to wait for you.” He stood up looking at the panting girl, rubbing her legs together. She looked needy. “Enjoy yourself if you want while I get cleaned up, but you do not get to climax. You didn’t earn it.” Then he turned away.

In the shower, he popped another one of his dwindling supply of blue pills. He was going to need to talk to the doc about a refill soon.

“Oh to be a teenager again…” he sighed and let the water wash over him.

When he came out again, she was still sitting and squirming, looking fairly disappointed and needy. He continued to towel off and sent her in the bathroom to freshen up. More time to let the pill work its magic, and enact the final step. He was building up his stamina again while hers had been worn down. So far pretty much everything that had been reported to him had been true- the change of attitude, and the animal magnetism. He was going to see if she was still just as confident or a little more pliable now that she had her motor running.

Lola sat on the john and let herself empty out. She was still wound up and felt her pussy throbbing between her legs, expect and demanding. Had she let him down? She had in some way. This was another test and she hadn’t passed it. Lola suddenly realized how bad that made her feel. She looked in the mirror and saw a failure; this wasn’t what winning looked like. She had given herself up to him painfully, degraded herself by doing all the work of fucking herself in the ass but couldn’t work out a climax.

“I’m going to lose the room.” She groaned. She was still drunk and her thoughts were swimming around in a frenzy.

“Probably. You weren’t good enough for him.” her mind spoke up from nowhere.

“Shit! Not nooowwwwwww!” she cursed and put her hands over the base of her ears.

“Yes now. You didn’t try hard enough. A little one on one and you couldn’t be slutty enough for him.”

“It hurt!” she whined. “I’ve never done… THAT…. for… for anyone!”

“Maybe at first, but when you relaxed it got better. Let’s face it, it’s what you deserved.” Her mind gleefully grinding her under its heel.

“I deserved it?” she whimpered.

“Yes. Your mouth, your pussy, or your precious sore ass. Any of it. All of it. They’re all his, whatever he makes you do, you deserve it.”

She sat there and took it, too wore out to protest or fight.

“If he wants you to be whore, it’s because you deserve to be one. If he wants you on your knees worshiping him, it’s because that’s your place in life and you deserve that job. If he trains you to fuck, then that’s all you’re good for. This is who you are and this is what life expects out of you.”

She rocked back and forth as her mind punched her about. Her pussy was drooling like mad, wetting the inside of her legs. She expected more, but it stopped just as suddenly as it started, and was gone. When she got up to leave, she was shaking, panting, her Venus mound throbbing hot. She slid a finger down her slit and almost buckled at the knees.

“I enjoyed that?” she wondered to herself, looking at her glistening lubrication on her fingertips.

He was standing by the bed, waiting for her, arms folded across his chest and a growing erection coming to life.

Lola startled, her heart racing as she stared at his cock.

“Come here.” He said, point in front of him. She obeyed, scurrying over demurely in front of him.

“Do you want this?” he gestured to himself, as his dick continued to stiffen.

She nodded her head yes, and then added. “Ye…yes.” She remembered to say it out loud. It only mattered if you were heard.

“Why? Am I your boyfriend? Do you love me?” he asked, condescendingly.

She shook her head. “No.”

“Then why?”

She gulped and watch his erection rise up and point at her face. “I… just want it.” She said flustered. She reached out to touch him half expecting him stop her, but he didn’t. She felt how heavy he was, how her hand made a c round his cock, instead of an O. She was trembling badly.

“From me? I’m the one who gave you the tits you didn’t like. I made you suck a stranger’s cock in public. You really want me?”

Her hand began to stroke his shaft as he spoke down to her, feeling his veins as her hands slid by. His smell, even after his shower, was making it hard to think straight.

“Yes.” She said not looking up. There was no hesitation to that answer.

Suddenly his hands were around her waist and she was off her feet and being carried across the room. Some of the air was knocked out of her when she came up against the wall hard, banging against it. She coughed and looked up at him panics, an animal aggression coming off of him. She had gone from standing, to across the room and pinned against the wall in handful of seconds. He lifted her up further and placed himself in between her slippery lips in one swift motion.

“Oooooohhhh!!” Lola cried out as he thrust up in her, filling her. There was no asking, no foreplay, he was just taking her right then and there.

“Hold on to me.” He demanded. She submissively wrapped her arms around his neck, and wrapped her legs around him as best she could. While not a complete fit, they were strong and she held on tight. He pulled out and thrust back in again hard, and she his cock hit push hard against her cervix. Her juices squirted out down his shaft, his hands wrapped firmly around her ass, holding her up.

“We’re not going to make love, or “just fool around.” We’re going to fuck. This is what you are supposed to be doing, hard and fast.”

“Ahh…UNNNG! Oh! Ye…HMMMM!” she groaned lewdly as he made good on his promise. He picked up the pace, thrusting in and pulling out wetly between her quivering lips. Each thrust threatened to push the air out of her. She clung on tight.

He pressed his face against hers, and forced a kiss out of her. Their tongues slid across each other as banged her against the wall. Something fell off his desk but they didn’t pay any attention.

He broke the kiss. “Do you want more of this?” he said pressing up into her, feeling her wetness coat him from the tip to his balls. He loved the way her new breasts pressed back against his chest now.

“OOH! I wa… UUUNNHG… I WANT this! FUCK ME!.” She moaned, almost crying as pleasure played its electric fingers up and down her spine.

“Why? Why do you want me to keep fucking you?” he grunted staring her down.

She lewdly gasped as her whole body was forced up and down as he jackhammered into her. “I… OH GOD… I deserve it. UUNNG! FUCK! YES!” she panted, ears flopping about.

Well that was new. He wasn’t expecting that to come out of her mouth. Time to follow up while she was being vulnerable.

“That’s right, you deserve to be fucked. Not respected, just fucked. Three’s going to be UNNNGH… more men in your life soon. I promise you that.” He felt her clamp down each time he pushed up into her. Wetly his balls slapped against her tender ass. “I’m going to be taking the restrictions off you and teach to you fuck on MY command. My adoring whore.”

He felt her trembling as he told her exactly what he planned for her. She was clutching him tighter, whimpering and bucking her hips hard against his. She was rocking her hips hard against him, almost manically. All this time she was nodding her head “yes… yes… yes…”

“Ohhh… fuck meee…unnnng… fuuuu…ohhh! Use my pussy! Ohhhhh!” Was all she could wail as they pressed together, his cock head now battering past her cervix directly into her womb. He felt her tensing up, almost clawing at him now, breath ragged. More things fell off his desk as he forcefully banged her against the wall. Nobody cared.

“You’re going to be a very, VERY popular little cunt.” He whispered in her ear, as she started to climax.

“AHhhhh! AAHHHHH OOOHH FUUUCKKKK!” she blubbered as her pussy finally got the climax it has been begging for all evening. She bit him as she brains light up with endorphins, not realizing what she was doing, causing him to grunt and his cock to throb harder. Her toes curled as her legs spammed. Her whole body shook from the pent up erotic tension as her orgasm rolled up her and threw her.

“AHHHHHHHHH! YES! UUUnnghhhooooohhhhh YES! hmmmmmmmm”. She moaned into his chest.

He didn’t let up. Getting nipped made him want to push harder, drive himself home in her. He felt her hold on him weaken as he kept her pressed against the wall. “God damned buck teeth” he thought to himself. She was whimpering now and he knew Lola was sensitive after her climax.

“MMMMM! Sto… stop... AHH!!! Please… I AHHHHH! Oh! Mmmmm!” she begged. She need to catch her breath. Normally after sex her body was this wonderful cloud of after sex glow, her mind fuzzy and distant. She didn’t want to think at all, but every thrust was amplified in her brain, becoming white hot pulses of pleasure. They blinded her vision like a camera flash, disorientating and knocking the thoughts out of her head.

He wasn’t about to stop. He wanted to push her far beyond any boundaries she might be hiding behind and drive his message home. No half measures, not tonight- either real progress was going to be made or she was going sidelined for someone more promising. There was also her allure that had hooked him, something deep that made him just want to rut into her until she was a cum soaked drooling mess. He kept pushing hard in her, pressing her against the wall now, feeling her juices dribble down on his cock and splatter on the floor below them. Her pussy clamped down on him and her grip tightened then loosened again.

“AHhh…. Nuuuh… st…AHHHH!! P… OH GOOOODD! Oh! OH! OH OHHHHH!”

Lola wailed as her oversensitive body climaxed again. It hadn’t taken long as she was till lit up from the first one. She clutched at him weakly, the orgasm taking most everything out of her. She was having a hard time seeing clearly, eyes wet and unfocused. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably now, almost a seizure.

“Muuh… fu… ahhhh… ahhhhhhh…. Uhhh… p….. uuuhh!” Lola babbled, her head beginning to go limp, slumping over to the side. Her arms slipped off him and her legs lost their grip. Even her pussy stopped trying to milk him, but it never stopped salivating for him.

He repositioned himself, getting a better grip on her ass as she was just dead weight at this point. She couldn’t meet his gaze even if he demanded it of her- the eyes were rolled back in their sockets and she was beyond taking orders, she couldn’t do anything accept take what he forced into her and whimper. Her face was slack from exertion, eyes staring blankly, breath coming in pants. It was amazingly arousing, just fucking her like this, sexually pushed beyond submission. All personality stripped away and all that was left for her was a mind numbing pleasure. This is what power looked like- to take everything from her and the complete freedom to do as he wanted.

His climax exploded into her, splatting the insides of her cunt with long hot jets of sperm. He knees weakened and he groaned deeply. Jizz and pussy juice rained down the floor under her in thick drops; he was going to leave a puddle at this rate. Seamen ran down the insides of her tail and her ass, soaking into her tan fur. He looked down at her pinned against the wall, breasts flattened against his chest. He moaned, tongue partially hanging out, but nobody was home- it had been too much, and she had turned off.

His pulses slowed, then stopped and he slipped himself out and slid her down along the wall. She sat there, legs akimbo, head hung low, a stream of cum dribbling out of her pussy, adding to the puddle that was already pooled at her lap. He sat there panting, feeling the sweat cool him off, looking at her laying there like a discarded doll.

He got the camera off the table and tilted her head back to look at him. She still had that dreamy faraway look and he got a shot of it before putting the camera back.

“Want to help me clean off?” He asked her. She didn’t reply.

“Good.” He let her head back down and lifted up one of her long soft ears. Wrapping it around his cock he began to clean himself off, wiping himself free of the post sex. The pill wasn’t quite done with him, and instead of cleaning himself off, he decided to wasn’t finished just yet. Her fur was soft and did nothing but send shivers up his back as he began to jack himself off. Now that he had time to clear his head, he was surprised by how hard he had pushed her. Sure, he had planned to run her through the wringer, but this was even a little more aggressive than usual. It had seemed natural at the time, but looking back at it, he had lost some of his composure and thrown himself fully into it. In other words, he’d lost some of his control. That was a no-no, and made a mental note of it. Now he stood there looking over his play thing, back in control. She just sat there, panting, eyes focused on nothing as he worked his cock wrapped up with her fur. He pointed it down at her and enjoyed both the view, but the satisfied feeling of conquest. He started moving faster, feeling Lola’s fur warm up around his shaft. He didn’t hold out, as much as he enjoyed the view, and felt the rising feeling of pleasure push up through his stomach and legs. He let go, and his cock bulged as wet streams of jizz shot out and on to her. They splattered across her muzzle and into her hair. A long strand dripped off her chin and onto her tits, while another ran down her flat stomach and pooled in her belly button. He didn’t care where he hit her, he just wanted to make a mess. Once he was freshened up, he let go of her cum smeared ear and squatted down in front of her.

“Hey.”

Lola just mumbled.

“HEY!” he said again much louder.

Lola slowly raised her head up. He snapped his fingers aggressively a couple of inches from her button nose and she blinked heavily, eyes focusing a little.

“Time for bed fuck bunny.” He said smiling.

She murmured again, and not to her hands and knees slipping a little in the cum puddle under her. She sat up but he gently, but firmly, pushed her back down to her hands and knees.

“Crawl. Come on. Coommmmmeee on. That’s a girl.” He coaxed her toward the bed. Lola sluggishly followed, a sleep walker being lead back to bed. He pulled out the dog bed from under his.

“Still haven’t earned the real bed yet. In you go.” He tapped it with his foot.

She looked at it, tired hooded eyes blinking and then crawled on it before collapsing. She didn’t care, she just wanted to sleep.

CH 40

“Lola’s a bitch. She’s a complete bitch, I’m telling you those big fat feet just keep kicking all night. I can’t sleep.”

Brandie waved her hands in front of her face and tried to look tired. Lacy stood looking up at the larger girl as they walked along the beach together. Then again Lacy was 4’ 9” so she pretty much looked up to everyone. Her Scottish parents had given her a slender body and hair was so red and curly it looked like was on fire.

“That’s just awful!” Lacy sympathized.

“Oh it is. It simply is. I can’t sleep, I can’t concentrate and my act is going to shit. I mean, I wouldn’t be a surprise if they pulled it. They haven’t, but I bet if I can’t get some decent practice in before the review, they’re going to do it.” Brandie sighted and looked down at the beach, dejected.

Lacy looped her arm around Brandie’s in sympathy as the two naked girls strolled by the water.

“We’ll it wouldn’t be your fault if they did.” Lacy said, trying to buck up her friend.

“Did you know she bites?” Brandie let a smile creep into the corners of her mouth.

CH 41

By the time Lola had awoken, he had perfected his presentation. Once she was coherent, he’d sat her down in front of the tv and showed her the new photos in her progression. The confident look on her face as she presented herself by the table, and the last one of her clutching him close, legs wrapped around his thighs while they fucked against the wall. Of course, she had to see the dreamy fucked mindless picture at the end of it.

Then he replayed last night’s events. The drinks, the sex, all of it.

He actually had to pry her hands away from her face so she couldn’t hide her eyes. Now was the time to push all the pieces together. Take part of the truth, and spin it to his advantage.

“After last night I’m surprised you’d be embarrassed.”

“Last night I was drunk.” Lola said, sitting off center so her throbbing ass would stop complaining. She was picking at the matted fur of her ear, trying to straighten it out.

“Look at it.” He reversed the timer back to the drinks.

She did.

“That’s getting to the heart of the matter: this is who you really are. I didn’t lift a finger; you did it all. I told you we could stop, and you didn’t. At this point, I’m running out of was to try and show you the truth.” Outwardly he was exasperated. Inwardly he was grinning.

Lola chewed her bottom lip. It was one thing for him to make her do something, but it was altogether another thing to watch herself do it.

“What happened last night is the real me? Just get me drunk and *poof* I’m a slut?” she said defensively but there wasn’t much energy in the rebuttal. She looked at the floor

“No.” he said with infinite patience. “Getting you drunk took down your barriers. What was beneath the self-denial, and fear was a very confident woman. One who wanted pleasure and got it.”

“You keep saying that I’m afraid. Afraid of what?” She sat back in the chair and crossed her arms under her breasts.

“You’re afraid to be yourself because of the perceived punishment you’ll get from society. You’re afraid it would get you kicked off the team, or ruin your chances of promotion. Maybe you’ll get some slut shaming and that would be socially awkward. You’re afraid of all those punishments and more.

“Yea! You already took that away from me. And let’s not forget about getting knocked up.” She snorted.

“Not a big deal. You’re never going to be saddled with a kid, we take care of all that- they get sold off very quickly.”

She scowled “It’s not that easy, there’s attachments, bonding… you wouldn’t get it, you’re a guy.”

He shrugged.

“When you got dropped off on our island it was by plane. Your life was already changed by someone else when we first met. Here’s the thing- at some point you ARE going back, but when you do, you won’t be afraid anymore, because they can’t hurt you anymore.”

She looked at him, her nose bobbing up and down. She tried to look past the web he was spinning and see the truth. She really, REALLY wanted off this island.

“You said that before. That I can go back.”

He nodded. “You can, when you’re ready.”

“When I will I “be ready”? When does that happen?” she asked.

“When I know that you don’t care about what society thinks. When I know that you might want to go back, but you don’t need to.” He paused. “When we are on the same side.”

She looked away. He followed up.

“We get a lot of women who come here, but we don’t train them all. We are very good at sniffing out like minded individuals. The rest get shipped off. Those that stay, even if they aren’t on board with the idea at first, come to realize that they’re all cut form the same cloth.”

“We’re all whores at heart.” She smirked and rolled her eyes.

“That’s old society talking.” He said forcefully and she shied away slightly. “That’s old browbeating and manipulation. You were meant to enjoy yourself, but other people can’t stand it, so they try and control you emotionally and through rules. The pressure is always on to “behave”. We don’t tolerate that crap.”

Technically he was just replacing one set of moral pressures with his own, but he kept that part quiet and smiled.

“I want you to stay focused on three things. The first is that how long you stay here is up to you. The second is that you are strong enough to achieve whatever you set out for yourself. The last one is that while you have a lot of competition here on the island, you have a very strong possibility of being the best we’ve ever seen.”

She looked at him silently for a while. Then she looked at the pictures of herself lined up, especially the last one, where she was so undeniably happy.

She turned and looked at him for a very long time.

CH 42

“It’s just a mess in there. I had no idea what he was getting me into when I stepped in that door.” Brandie said, looking off past her shoulder.

She was in the commons, watching the two feline sisters stretch out on the lawn. They were going to practice but it was warm and sunny, so stretching was taking a lot longer than normal. Actually it had devolved into rolling around on the grass when she first approached.

Cyndi shaded her eyes and looked up at the breasty blonde. “How bad?” she asked.

“Well I can’t concentrate. I can’t work in there, but he wants me to socialize her so I have to stay. It’s impossible.” Brandie shook her head.

Amber looked unimpressed. “How hard could it really be? You went from twelve in a room to just one.”

“Yes, but that one has…. fleas.” Brandie said in a low whisper looking around to see if anyone else heard her but the two sisters.

“EEEEWWW!” Cyndi said loudly, her tail poofing out a little.

“Gross!” her sister ZZZZ said almost simultaneously, revolted and pulling away from Brandie.

“Not meeeee.” She hissed. “I actually take baths and try to keep clean.” She straightened up. “Not like my roommate. Anyways, I bet this is going to ruin it for me. Don’t know for sure, but I just have a bad feeling.”

The other girls nodded from their reclining positions.

“Ok, well, I have to try see what I can do for today. Hopefully she’s not in. Wish me luck!” Brandie gave a fake smile that looked hopeful and shrugged her shoulders before waving and walking off.

The sisters watched her strut off back into the compound, her firm ass rising and falling with each steps.

“Sooooo…” started Amber, sniffing at the ground for a moment. “Did you…. see any bite marks on her legs?”

“Nope.” Her sister said, rolling on her back and staring at the sky.

“Me neither. “

“What do you think?” Cyndi asked.

“I think Brandie got herself in trouble and she’s trying to save face.”

Cyndi giggled.

“There’s going to be more room on stage for us.” Smirked Amber

CH 43

“Let’s just pretend that I go along with all this.” Lola said. “What’s the next step?”

She had been mulling over the situation hard as they sat together. Maybe she didn’t have to think about escaping after all and she was just over analyzing it. She could just earn a few privileges and freedom might be handed to her. She’d find the right time and she’d be gone. The thought of them handing her the means of escape almost made her smile.

“You can’t “just go back”.” Her mind said.

She scrunched her eyes closed unable to shut it up.

“Look at you now, Mrs. Titty Girl. You don’t move the same way. You can’t run the same way. You think your team wants you back like this? Maybe as a cheerleader but definitely not a star player. You’ll be sidelined. Cut. Maybe the manager will let you fuck him for a few months till he’s tired of you and then you’re gone.”

“HEY!” he said. She was crawling back up into her head again. None of that.

“Sorry.” She responded sheepishly. Thankfully, her mind said nothing else.

“The next step is getting ready for the event coming up in a couple of days.” He said.

“Brandie keeps talking about it.” Lola said. “What is it?”

“It’s a big event. We’re going to be entraining a pretty important client and his friends here on the island. I want you to be part of the entertainment.”

Lola was both flattered and reluctant at the same time. Sure, she’d mostly gotten used to people looking at her whenever they wanted, but this was for a whole new set of eyes. Not only that but the pressure was on at a REAL event.

What was she thinking? Pressure? She knew how to handle pressure. She’d been to the finals on their team when the stakes were high and she had performed liked the star she was. Pressure wasn’t to be avoided, it was to be welcomed.

“What do I have to do?” she asked, eyes tracing the process of her pictures on the wall again.

“Mostly I want you to dance.” He said. “You’re not ready to be a cunt girl yet, but you’re more than ready to look sexy. Dance and put on a show. Be an important part of the atmosphere that keeps the party going

Lola almost smiled, she could do this. She knew exactly how to get people to look at her, she’d been doing that for years. Now all she had to do was do it naked. For strangers.

“I think I… can do that.” She said looking at her photos. Her first one weeping in the door way. Her nest to last one clutching him while she climaxed hard. She wasn’t’ completely on board with the whole thing, but if it meant taking a step closer to freedom, then that was an easy step to take. “What do I get out of this?”

He smiled, liking how she was trying to earn more perks. Progression… definitely progression…

“I think you wanted to stretch your legs? You do this and you can move about the commons freely. Courtyard and inside. No beach, none of the outer houses without a male escort.”

She nodded, her heart thumping. Was she really saying yes to this?

“Now, if you fail, or if I have to pull you out, you lose the room. You go back to solitary till I can figure out space for you somewhere. You either win or you lose, there’s rarely ever a draw.”

Her heart was really racing now. Thinking back to that empty cell made her shiver.

“I can definitely do this.” She said trying to convince herself that exposing herself to a bunch of strangers was in her best interests, that she hadn’t taken the first real step down some moral slippery slope. That everything was going to be ok, and this was no big deal.

“Good. Soooo…. Have you ever danced in a cage before?”