FSE

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CH 44

“I don't know how you do it!" Wes complained bitterly, covering up his modesty with a bed sheet.

The man smiled and stared at the floor while Wes tried to find his pants.

Sandii had found something very interesting to look at in the corner while she sat on the side of the bed, sweaty with interrupted sex. Unlike Wes, there was no reason for her to cover up, and even if she wanted to, she had nothing to put on. She was trying hard not smile, but it kept tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Every time I have a lady over, YOU show up. Every time! It's a like a god damned super power!" Wes ranted while buttoning up his work pants that had little holes burnt into them. Unlike a lot of others on the island who simply didn't care, Wes like his privacy when he was with a ladyfriend. Sex in the common area often happened with groups joining together and drifting apart. All the women had been servicing multiple men simultaneously; it was the very definition of a CG to be open to any advances. However, not all the men were on board with the public displays of “affection", and many chose to keep their liaisons private, behind closed doors.

Wes was one of those. To be honest he wasn't trying to aggravate Wes, he just kept showing up while Wes was entangled with one of the women. He'd even gone so far as to listen at the door to see if he could hear anything before he went in, and heard nothing.

So, he waited for the tirade to end. Wes did have a point though, he seemed to have an uncanny ability to show up and spoil the mood.

“SO, what do you want?" Wes asked, coming around to the conversation.

“I want you to check the chains on the two cages over the bar. I don't think the cages have been used since the Halloween party in 2012."

“Sounds like I should check bodywork too." Wes said reaching for his cigarettes. He was the lead welder on the island.

“Not a bad idea."

“This is about your latest girl? The bunny? Is she going up?" Wes asked.

He nodded.

“Hot damn, about time." Wes smirked. “Ok, weights not really our issue, but I'll give it a look over. I'll also make sure the floor's sealed tight. We don't want the Plexiglas failing when things really get going."

Sandii continued to try not to smile as the men worked out the details. She knew several girls would love to hear about this, and Sandii liked bending ears.

CH 45

After their talk, he left Lola lone and she had taken full advantage of his shower. Screw asking permission, she needed it. She didn't know when she was going to get out of the room again and there was no way in hell she was going to let Brandie catch her in the soggy state she was in. She didn't remember much after she gotten completely plastered, her head pounding from the hangover. Sparks and snippets of last night were coming come back. However, the video of them screwing so…enthusiastically… had filled in all the humiliating blanks in graphic detail. It had been unnerving, watching herself give in so completely. Pinned up against the wall, body pushed about like a doll when he thrust into her and she had never looked happier.

“It's like that's someone playing me in a movie." She said as she rewound the video to where she was walking up to him. “It's me but… it's not me. I just don't do that."

But she had, and she had wanted it, worked for it, and eventually passed out from it. When she had finally awoken, her fur was a matted and cum starched. She could smell him all over her and that's when she had a b-line for the shower. She'd flushed herself out, wondering how much of his seed remained in her body. She shook her head. She had no control over who screwed her and she doubted there was a single condom on the island. Every time someone used her, all she could do was just pray nothing would happen. So far she'd dodged a lot of bullets but sure enough one of them would hit sooner or later, dead center right in her ovaries. The idea of being a mother was as foreign to her as growing a third eye, and it made her shudder just thinking about how much it would change her, and how dependent it would make her on them.

“Blowjobs." Her mind said.

She glowered as she toweled off.

“No, seriously. Blowjobs. Learn to swallow. Pulling out is the only protection you really have."

“Pulling out? That's no…" Lola started to respond to her brain's latest round of abuse as she dried between her toes.

“Shut up will you? I'm trying to make a point here. It's the only defense you really have so make it fun for them to cum in your mouth or on your face."

She was about to get snippy but then thought about it. Unfortunately, it was true. She knew that she wasn't going to be able to say no to any sexual advances, so letting some stranger's hot seamen shoot down her throat instead of up between her legs actually made sense.

The sickening part was she was going to actively have to encourage someone to come in her mouth. She had seen porn before out of morbid curiosity, and accidently stuck around for the money shot. The woman on her knees, looking hopefully up at the man, mouth open and tongue out waiting for the hot white sticky splurts to come shooting out. It had given her the heebie-jeebies and she'd quickly turned it off, but what had been seen could not be unseen.

Now she was actually thinking about being “that girl". The submissive whore on her knees about to take what she was given like it or not; and she was going to have to pretend to like it as much as those movie whores did. This was another step down her road- more rationalization of what had to be done.

“But if it's a step that eventually gets me off the road then… well…" she said, trying to herself talk herself into it and bolster her courage. “And it's not really me. It's just someone I have to be until I can get the hell out. Then I can go back to being the real me."

Again she shivered. This wasn't going to be easy. It was one thing to know what you needed to do and it was another thing entirely to go ahead and do it. She looked at the mirror and preened a little, fluffing the last dampness out of her blonde locks. She leaned in and gave the mirror her bedroom eyes.

“Hey baby! How about you.."

She broke down a fit giggles, the last part of the sentence lost. Pulling herself together, she turned back to the mirror and tried to keep a straight face through the sniggering.

“I like it when you cum on…."

The sniggering won and she had to look away. Humor eventually turned into worry.

“Being a slut is harder than it looks." She admitted to the empty room.

When he got back he found Lola looking sullen. Something had happened while he was gone that had set her off. He signed and shook his head. Honestly he didn't care, she was going to have fight her own battles and he wasn't here to cater to mood swings. Instead he got her leash and shook it a little in front of her. Lola got up off a chair and clipped it to her collar.

“Where are we going now?" she asked.

“Back to your room. We're done for today."

“Ah." She said with a scowl. Back to the cage she'd earned with her body.

They walked out and he shut the door behind them.

As they entered the commons, Lola could sense the energy of the place had picked up. People were walking with purpose, and there were a couple vehicles were parked in front of the main entrance. Men with dollies were carting various sized boxes back into the depths of the building.

“This is all for the party right?" she asked, interest swiveling her ears up.

“That's right." He nodded as he walked behind her. Normally he had his charges walk behind him as a display of dominance, but he also enjoyed watching that cotton white tail bob up and down. “It's the variety in life that makes things exciting." He thought to himself.

Lola was definitely perking up. Everyone seemed focused on the event, and she was going to be part of it. Probably not a big part, but this was the first opportunity she would have to connect with the island and have an impact on it, instead of just reacting to it.

“Impress your boss and get a promotion. Get enough promotions and get off the island one way or another."

“Hmmmm?" he asked.

Lola startled a little. She wasn't aware she had been talking out loud.

“Nothing really, just wondering when I'm going to see where it happens." She recovered quickly.

“Good question." He said. “I'll show you around the venue tomorrow. Let you see the place and where the you'll be performing."

“Performing?" Lola asked.

“Dancing. For the crowd."

“In the cage." She said a little deflated.

“Yep."

He pulled the leash short and arrested her progress suddenly causing her stagger and put her hands defensively up to her collar. She looked at him with eyes furrowed and rubbed at her protesting neck under the collar.

“What was it you really said?" he asked. He couldn't put up with subfigure from his girl; she couldn't be allowed to keep secrets from him.

Lola tried to think of something but it wasn't coming, especially caught on short notice. She never had to hone this skill up till now, and while she was just taking the first tentative steps in keeping secrets, these assholes had years of practice of extracting them. Especially from women. The only thing she could think about was something he'd said earlier.

“Getting out." She said. “Of my cage, off this island. You said it earlier that I can leave this island at some point. “

He nodded, his face a blank.

“And this…" she pointed at the activity, “… is going to be part of it."

He nodded again. “You've been thinking about leaving this island a lot lately haven't you?"

That made her nervous, as she knew that she could very easily give a bad answer and set back whatever progress she'd made. Problem was she didn't know what the correct answer looked like.

“You're the one that planted that seed, several times. You told me it could actually happen."

“When you're ready yes." He nodded.

“And this is supposed to help get me ready?"

“It's a trial balloon to see if you can handle a crowd and perform simple tasks." He said mater-of-factly.

“What? I've worked my heart out in front of crowds much larger than what you'll bring in. Seriously." She scoffed.

“Naked?"

“Nooo.." she shifted.

“Then you haven't worked a crowd larger than what shows up in front of your window. You're going to screw it up and I want to see how your recover."

“Your betting I'm going to fail then?" Lola bristled a little at that.

“Absolutely. That's why you're not being given anything more complex than, “Show up and dance". That's it. If you can do that without making a mess of yourself, we'll consider something better for you."

Her fists were balled up at that point.

“You can keep me in a cage, you can make fun of me, but if you think I'm too stupid to do the simplest tasks then you're going to be sadly mistaken." She said glaring at him, shoulders squared.

“Maybe." He said noncommittally. “I don't have high hopes but it could happen. I mean, every now and then, even a blind squirrel finds a nut."

“OH GOD DAMN IT!" she yelled in outrage as he made them start walking again.

And with that, He'd gotten her to commit herself to be the best cage dancer they'd ever had.

CH 46

The next day he was there with her leash in hand and took to the Chili Room.

The space was huge, and felt like walking into a huge mouth, so over saturated was the interior. It was as if a painter forgot what the term moderation meant, said "screw it" and just threw the rest of his paint directly on the canvas.

The room was true to its name- just about every usable surface covered in heavy duty fiery red patent leather. The chairs were overstuffed, as were the seats. Lush heavy red curtains hung in overlapping folds in the back of the stage, hiding part of it and giving the main area a sense of grandeur. These also cleverly hid the variety of spotlights and other point light illumination that were currently being looked over and adjusted by the crew.

The hall has an elevated side venue, giving it a perfect view of the main stages, and looked to hold about ten people. It was a VIP lounge that was meant for a very select few and reeked of exclusivity, giving them the appearance of benevolent royalty looking down at the rest of the revelers below. The plush furniture was a deeper crimson blood red, with a cherry colored chrome dual rail around the edge. Neon recessed lighting strips gave the area a pinkish glow and Lola could barely see the entrance to a private bathroom in the back of it. She guessed this is where “the boss" would stay, or whomever her captors were trying to impress, as the lounge was accessible through only one short flight of glass or clear acrylic steps, under lit by the same pink neon making each them glow brightly; a glowing staircase to heaven.

The stages looked a lot like other stadium platforms she'd seen in the past, although these had most of the nicks and dings painted over making them to look new. They were maybe four or five feet off the ground and had a heavy wooden skirt supporting their under structure and kept people from getting underneath. Most of the wooden panels had black fabric spread over them to minimize the industrial look, but you could still see them if you looked. She half expected an orchestra pit, and then shook her head- this wasn't an opera house, this is one of, if not the most, exclusive club she'd ever known existed. Music would be piped in via the small expensive speakers mounted on the walls she'd seen the various technicians fiddling with, high up on their ladders.

The sides of the stage butted out into the audience in a large soft C curve and swelling out again at the edges, effectively creating a main stage and an island on either side.

Men in respirators were smearing some sort of clear liquid across the floor with mops while the rest of the crew stayed away from. Whatever it was, it reeked of chemicals.

Lola had to take a retreat form the area pulling on her leash until he relented and the they took up a couple seats in the back.

“What is that horrible stuff?" she said, trying to get the taste out of the back of her throat.

“They're waterproofing the floor, resealing it." He said

“Why would they need to do that?" she asked confused at such a large endeavor. They weren't just working around the tables, they were covering the entire floor before the stage, working over the interior of the huge C space.

“It makes it easier to clean all the sex off the ground." He said nonchalantly.

“Ok so… wait… what?" she looked up at him seeing if he was joking.

“You heard what I said. That's where the actions going to happen."

She blinked at him. He wasn't joking.

“The CGs are going to mostly be entertaining around the front tables and the center space. Most of the men like to watch the stage acts while they fuck one of the free girls."

Her mouth hung open. She realized this was so normal for him, he'd seen it so many times that he didn't care anymore. They were talking about an orgy and he wasn't breaking stride. Her nose twitched rapidly to match her rising heartrate. CG… that… oh yes, that was a derogatory term for the free women that were probably passed around like party favors at these events. Her roommate had told Lola about them. Cunt Girls. Lola grimaced. She hadn't realized she was going to be entertaining a full blown orgy, but she hadn't known what to expect.

“It doesn't happen much back here where people want to eat- oh sure they'll want something soft to keep them company or laugh at their jokes, but most of the time entertainment happens before or after dinner but not during." Chen had pointed that out at one of their group meetings early on. He was all about statistics, analyzing information and putting it to their advantage. In another job he'd be making a very hefty sum at a tech form sorting through “big data", but he guessed Chen had better compensation and freedom to do what he wanted here; somethings the outside world just couldn't match.

“Same goes for the bar. People want to grab a real drink and then get back to the it. Just funny how people work."

“A real drink?" Lola asked, happy to have the conversation steer clear of group sex.

“Cheap drinks and women are provided free for all guests." He said, bringing it right back around to where Lola didn't want to go. “Now, if you want something more quality, then you can pay for it. Stage girls command a price, as do the top shelf liquor brands."

“What keeps the… ug… guests from trying to get on stage or paw over a girl that isn't free?"

“Security will be in the front row." He said assuredly. “Keep the people from getting too crazy, prevent fights from starting and make sure the girls don't get roughed up."

“Of course." Lola said flatly feeling more and more uncomfortable. The fact that he was able to mention all of these things so smoothly meant they'd all happened at one time or another. That there had been violence, sexual or otherwise. This group seemed very good at learning what worked and what didn't. She shuddered, feeling more vulnerable all the time.

“Where do I fit into all this?" She asked, looking around.

He pointed up to the ceiling over the bar. “See that squarish panel in the ceiling?"

She nodded.

“That's where you'll be lowered down two nights from now."

She winced. In 48 hours she would be put on display naked in cage at her first orgy, and was expected to entertain the crowd. Her mouth felt dry. This was no longer in the abstract, this was getting more and more real with every passing second.

“Can I see it? Can I see the cage?" she asked, not really sure why.

“Nope." He shook his head.

“Why?" she asked, feeling chest and throat tighten a little, it was already shaping up to be a very emotionally draining day. He was giving her nothing to work with, and was expecting everything from her in return. At first she'd been pissed but now she was just becoming exhausted as more and more details piled on top of each other and what was just a vague notion was beginning to come into focus. This was going to happen. All of it. She wasn't sure if her feelings showed in her voice.

“Because you need to be able to improvise. Adapt and overcome the challenges in your life. You've already done it before, risen to the occasion, and pushed your career both fast and hard. This should be no different."

“A career you took from me! You took everything from me!" she said, now shivering, her eyes getting hot and blurry around the edges as tears threatened to spill out. Her voice cracked around the edges. NO, today was not going to be a good day at all, she was just trying to keep herself together at this point, imagining the open area in front of the stage filled with bodies undulating on top of each other. It was a large space, so that was a lot of people maybe even a hundred, all staring at her nakedness at one point or another. It made her feel small and powerless.

“I took away the things that didn't matter and were holding you back." He turned and looked down at her, his face full of sincerity. “More will come loose when you are ready to let go. The chains that hold you back, that stop you from being in charge of life. Your fear, your self-doubt, all of it. When you're done here, with us, you can go back to the court if you want, or be the master of any path you chose."

“R-really?" She asked sniffling. She wanted to believe that. She wanted to believe it very very much.

“Absolutely." He said with finality and kissed her, holding it for a good long time.

CH 47

Lola sat on the yoga mat, her head spinning. Brandie was on the bed and she wasn't sharing.

When he'd finally taken her from the Chili Room, they'd walked back in silence. Lola's head was a whirl with conflicting thoughts and emotions. Her freedom… it was hers if she was willing to take it. She could make it happen. But she knew he was lying about something, he had to be. This group of thieves and kidnappers didn't spend a whole lot of time creating a sexual reformatory for girls only to just let them go free when they graduated. No, there were going to be strings attached, some price to be paid that he just hadn't bothered to mention.

But the thought hadn't gone away, the idea that she would be capable of leaving under her own power was sticking to her brain like glue; a shining diamond of brilliant hope. She chased it round and round in her head as they walked the short way back to her room. He'd had her unclip herself and hang her leash up on the hook outside her door. Then she'd walked in and they'd parted company without saying anything further.

She was exhausted, it wasn't even noon, her emotional roller coaster had rushed through her with monster truck force and left her feeling completely off balance.

She'd found Brandie sprawled out on the bed, apparently having the same idea of sleeping late. Lola hesitated, staring at the larger woman on the bed and shivered a little, her skin all goosebumps under her tan fur. She didn't want to be near Brandie, let along huddling up next to her after what had happened in the day before, being aggressively molested by her roommate. The thought of having to share her bed with her rapist roommate made Lola's cheeks burn hot with shame and her mound clenched reflexively shut. Now here she was staring at her victimizer trying to figure out if she was going to sleep next to her or not. There was always the floor…

“But it's MY bed!" Lola thought to herself. “I earned it! I worked for it!" and that pissed her off enough to try and clamber up.

Brandie responded with a grunt and jerked her elbow backward, driving it into Lola's with a sudden soft thud! Lola's arm collapsed, folding in on its self like a hinge, and she let out a little yip of pain.

“Nnno." Brandie grumbled. Lola was close enough to smell alcohol on her.

“It's my bed!" Lola protested rubbing her forearm.

“Don't care. Try it again, y'hh might break somthin' falling off yohr bed like the clumsy bitch you are." Brandie might be drunk, or hung over or partially sleep, but the threat was crystal clear- get on this bed and you'll suffer for it. So Lola sat on the yoga matt, anger added on top of the swirling mass of emotions and stayed there till the sun swung casting it's light through her window, warming her up till she passed out.

When Lola woke, Brandie was almost out the door. The two locked eyes for a moment and Brandie give her a condescending smirk and blew Lola a kiss. From her cocksure attitude it was apparent Brandie knew who owned the room, and who didn't. Even though she'd taken a scolding from one of the staff, Brandie was still the alpha- and could do as she pleased, use whatever she wanted, and knew that pissed Lola off. Now she was going where ever she pleased and the little rodent would have to wait for someone to take her on walkies.

But today was the wrong day to pull this stunt.

Lola found resolve start to return with a vengeance. She might not be able to control what the men did to her, but she was damn well going to straighten out her living situation, and she was going to do it right the hell now. Someone had told her that she couldn't control a mountain, but she could control the three-foot section of it right in front of her, so that was exactly what she was going to do. With the door closed, Lola stretched and listened to the large blonde's heels clicking away into the distance. Brandie didn't seem to go anywhere without her signature shoes. Not entirely sure what her first line of attack was going to be, Lola's eyes came to rest on the largest piece of furniture in the room- Brandie's makeup desk. She saw reflection in the large mirror and regarded herself for a while. It was still her, the same girl as before only with larger breasts now, and that same determined look was back in her eyes.

The table was covered with small cosmetics. Lipsticks, blush, eye liner, nail polish, and foundations of all kinds. Colored powders, glosses, hair pins and scrunches. An idea began to form as Lola saw a pair of Brandie's stockings hanging on the side of the mirror, and she took one of them down. Opening it up, she began to grab handfuls of multi colored plastic tubes, disks and every shape in between. She dumped a handful in the stocking, then two. Three.

The next part was probably a very bad idea, but she didn't care. Things couldn't be allowed to progress any farther then where they were at now; authority had to be taken back or she was going to be the island doormat. There were going to be repercussions, she might lose the bed or the room for her choices, but right now they weren't really hers, so in a sense she was already back at square one. It took a very long time for her to take the next step.

With the partially stuffed nylon in hand, she opened the door and walked out.

She stood there in the hall and waited for a moment, frozen. Like before, there were no wailing claxons spooling up, no red lights flashing, no heavy boots thundering down distant halls coming closer. Nothing. There was silence and a dark concrete hallway that smelled a little like cleaning bleach. It was cold and her nipples hardened, pink little stiff mounds pointing outward. She took another tentative step farther out into the hall, the door now fully shut behind her. She could make out the leash hanging on the wall and it felt even stranger to not be putting it on. Lola took a step forward, then another. She started walking picking up the pace for a moment, almost wanting to run, before slowing down forcing herself back into a walk. Running would look out of place. Nobody hurried in here, so if she wanted to get this done, she needed to look normal, blend in. She retraced the path out to the main door, the evening sunset brightening the end of the hallway as she got closer to the exit.

Outside was warm again, and a light ocean breeze tickled the gap between her thighs. Even after all this time, some things like this still managed to catch her by surprise. Lola wandered around the commons, trying to find what she was looking for. Her eyes were almost drawn to the bench where she'd been publicly fucked for the first time. Her heart quickened at that. Why did she always keep thinking about that place, where she'd been degraded so thoroughly? It was a like a magnet to her, her heart and breath rushing faster at remembering the crowd drawing close as his cock forced her lips apart and thrust into her, his seed spilling out and pooling between her legs just like last night…

Lola shook her daydreams away. She was blushing again, part at the remembrance of what had happened, but partly realizing she was unexpectedly starting to get wet, and started moving again, trying to refocus on her task at hand, looking around the rest of the courtyard, and take her mind off her body's arousal.

There. She found them sitting by a tree- two women sitting on one of the benches, their shoulders touching as they talked conspiratorially. She'd seen them around before, walking outside her window along the path, they'd occasionally look in at the animal on display but never stopped. Lola had just been another girl in training to them, a little different than most, but still nobody special. She didn't know their names, but formalities were the least of her worries, and she immediately turned and walked to them.

“Hey there!' she called out as she approached, and the two women looked over at her, both a little quizzical. Both were human, one looked to be a redheaded teenager and the other a black haired woman in her late twenties. Both were still trying to figure out why the rabbit was out of her cage.

“Uhhh… hi." Said the redhead, looking stand offish.

“Looking forward to the party?" Lola asked, reaching deep inside herself for the bravado she was used to- her pregame banter. Strangely enough, it was easier to do then she thought with them all being equally naked. It would have been monumentally different if she had been the only one naked, but in a weird way, they were all on the same playing field. That helped and she just pretended hard as she could that she was fully clothed and this was a locker room and they were just shooting the shit.

The girls looked at each other and then at back at her, eyes falling to her strange parcel held in one of her hands. There was a long awkward silence.

“Maybe. You really haven't been to one of these have you?" asked the black haired woman who seemed to be looking at Lola up and down, judging her, looking for something.

“Nope." Said Lola not breaking stride. “I haven't. That's why I'm here. I'm looking for some support when I do."

“Support?!" Asked the black haired woman almost snorting. “What kind of support do you think we can give you? I think we'll have our hands full when the time comes." That illicit a nervous giggle from the Redhead.

“As in knowing that we're all on the same team, that even if we can't do anything during the party, we'll be there for each other before or after. Like now." Lola stepped forward and extended her hand. “Hi, I'm Lola."

Both girls recoiled a this, cringing.

“NO! No, that's ok. No need." Said the Redhead looking a little disgusted.

Lola stood there confused, her hand lowering a little.

“Seriously. Can you just take a step back?" continued the younger girl.

“What?" asked Lola, feeling every bit the leper.

“Do you really think we want flea bites right before a big event?" Asked the black haired girl.

“Or at all?" said the other girl, nose wrinkling. “That's just disgusting. GROSS."

Lola just stood there stunned. Fleas? They thought she had fleas? What was she some backyard mangy dog? Why did they….

“Oh…." Lola said that out loud.

Brandie. Out of spite or just plain mean spiritedness, Brandie has been busy poisoning the political well.

“That was from Brandie right?" Lola asked, her hand going to her hip.

Both girls didn't' say anything but they didn't refute it either.

Lola came to the sudden realization that for all intents and purposes socially speaking, she was right back in high-school. There were clicks and a pecking order, where you were pidgin holed in the eyes of others. Right now, she was on the bottom.

“Well screw that!" she said to herself, there was no way she was doing this that, not again. It was bad enough being paraded around on a leash, but she wasn't going to be “the new girl" to a bunch of nobodies that she didn't even care about. Her brain had mentioned something a when she'd been stuck in her windowless punishment room, and it had been right- Lola had been only interested in herself. Maybe it was time to put that self-centered nature to use. If this was god-damned high school revisited, then everyone had a role to play, and she needed to start creating her own or it would be done for her.

So Lola reached down into her old self and brought out what she had in abundance- confidence and swagger. She was The Jock. That smug sun-of-a-bitch who knew the world revolved around them or catered to them. This wasn't too far from the truth- she was an athlete, and had weaponized drawing people's eyes to her on the court as she sauntered around. It was also true that she didn't really hold the other women on this island in high regard either. Outside those two cat ladies who'd been nice to her the first day she'd been here, not one of them had gone so far as to even say hello at her window. The thing with some people was if you tried to be nice to them, they generally walked all over you, but if you stood apart or weren't that friendly, then they kept trying to gain your approval. So screw them, Lola was nobody's doormat. Not anymore.

Lola pushed her logic further. If she was The Jock, then Brandie was The Cheerleader- the big titted blonde who slept with The Jock. Well, that had definitely happened, although it was ironic that in this case, the cheerleader got the jock drunk first and then became sexually abusive. That almost made her laugh. She spun the logic wider, a ripple expanding out as she created her mental construct of how the island politics worked. Lola wasn't sure if it was accurate or not, but having a bad plan was better than having no plan. Up to this point, she hadn't formed any sort of long term strategy and was at the whims of everyone else because of it.

Her attitude changed, and her posture shifted to fit it. She lost her timid demeanor, put her hip out a little and put her hand on it. She didn't need to be shaking hands with these people, and they needed to know it. She looked down at them with slightly contemptuous eyes, her mouth forming a little smirk, and cocked her head to the side, as if she was trying to figure out what to do with them.

The shift in attitude wasn't lost on her audience who were a little taken aback by the sudden change in the person before them. They glanced at each other in confusion.

“Oh. Is that what she told you? Little Miss Brandie?" Lola said with scorn dripping from her voice. She wasn't going to be subtle here- it would be lost on them. “My new “roommate"? You know she's just pissed because I made her sleep on the floor."

That got her two pairs of wide eyes. Back in school you could always expect two things. First, The Jock and The Cheerleader's relationship always fell apart spectacularly. Second, everyone wanted to gossip about it.

“That's right. THE. FLOOR. Brandie can be quite a needy little bitch when she gets drunk and I got sick of it. Oh sure, the guys love it, but that's the thing." She shrugged her shoulders. “I'm not a guy!" Now she had their attention- bragging about a display of dominance over a much larger woman. Lola let them wonder how that even happened.

“In fact, that's why I'm here. You see this morning she was pretty mouthy about it, and I can't have that. Someone's got to be taught a lesson in manners so they know where they stand." Lola opened up Brandie's nylon and pulled out two of Brandie's cosmetics. “That's why I'm giving you these." With that she tossed each the startled women one of them.

Now there was excitement in the air as the women examined their gifts. Lola wondered if they owned anything at all; if not, this was a hell of a good day for them. They sat holding the small plastic tubes, almost cradling them, and when they looked up again, it was practically in wonder, mouths open.

“Well, I've gotta get rid of all this." Lola shook the nylon stocking and started to turn away.

“H-Hey! How are you going to do that?" asked one them.

Lola kept walking. “Dunno. Give them away if I see anyone, throw them in trash if I don't."

“Ohhhhhhhhh don't do that!" It sounded like the redhead. “Maybe…"

“Maybe what?" Lola said, stopping and looking over her shoulder.

“Well… maybe we could take another off your hands? Help out?" She said hopefully. VERY hopefully. The teen looked like a dog that had been fed something tasty and badly wanted more. The she glanced at the black haired woman and they nodded in excitement before looking back at Lola.

Lola thought about it for a moment then casually said, “Ok, sure. Why not." She reached in and pulled two more items out of the bag. She held them out part way, her arm still bent, more of a gesture than anything else.

Form the look on the women's faces, they had expected her to toss them the gifts. But Lola wasn't moving, she just stood there and it became very clear that she wasn't doing anything more. They were going to have to come to her, and come close.

Hesitantly, the redhead got up followed by the raven haired girl, the lure of owning something new too strong of a draw. In a place where very few girls had one of something, having multiple versions of it was a luxury. They balked for a moment, a few feet away, but the opportunity was too much of a lure, and the girls reached for the items.

“You're not worried about flea bites are you? I mean that would be a shame to get one right before the big day. Maybe we shouldn't do this." Lola started to retract her offering.

“Oh. NO!" the redhead almost squealed. “That… that was just nothing." She sounded stupid and she knew it.

“It was nothing because you knew Brandie was lying... right?" Lola didn't let it go.

“Right. That's right." Said the black haired girl, almost apologetically.

“Then let's hear you say it." Lola said, raising her chin up a little and squinting her eyes.

“Brandie was lying." They said, partly in unison, voices demurred.

“Good." Lola said smiling at her little victory and extended her handful of gifts. “Now what do you say?"

“Thank you!" and it was genuine. First one girl then the other.

Lola had half expected them to say, “I like it when you look at me" and tried to shut that thought down. God damn he'd gotten in her head with that. In fact she wondered how much of this little scene playing out had been influence by him one way or another. “What's your names?" Lola asked to distract herself form that train of thought.

“Lynda" said the dark haired girl.

“Cherry" said the teen. “I-it's not my name but that's my name, you know, here." She added embarrassed. Lola thought she'd have a lot more to be embarrassed about before the week was over.

“Good. I'll see you again at the party." And with that, she turned her back on them and walked away.

CH 48

“I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Screeched Brandi.

Lola feigned moving left and then double back around fast, jinking to the right in a way that no announcer or coach would ever remotely call professional. It was sloppy, jerky, and almost nobody would have fallen for it on the court. But Brandie wasn't familiar with avoidance tactics, almost falling head over heels as she lunged for the rabbit, only to find Lola wasn't there.

“I gotta find a way to get back shape!" Lola chided herself. “This place is making me soft!"

…

It hadn't taken too long for word to get out that Christmas had come early and Santa looked like a nude rabbit this year. Most of the women had been delighted with their presents, although some had been wary about forced reciprocation. However, when they saw others greedily accepting gifts from the rapidly dwindling pile, and it looked like they were going to be left empty handed, they'd given in. She'd gone through her bag of goodies in almost no time at all, drawing a crowd in the process. Lola had told the girls who'd missed out that she'd be back- their looks had almost broken through her asshole Jock façade; there was genuine regret on many faces of the late comers.

Only a couple refused outright, looking down at the unfolding scene with either disgust or outrage, and it was probably one of those that alerted Brandie to the theft in progress of her possessions.

Lola sauntered back to the room, and started to refill the stocking when inspiration hit. The makeup desk had one thin wood drawer in it, so she pulled it, and scooped up everything she could, till things started to spill over the sides.

“No point in going half way on this. She's going to be mad, so let's make her really mad." She thought to herself, putting the stockings on top- she'd give those away too.

That's when the door opened.

…

At first, Brandie hadn't believed the rabbit that came with the room had left it alone, and she certainly didn't believe it was giving Brandie's things away. That would have broken the longest held rule of trust the girls had agreed on. Which was unthinkable.

“No. Just no. I swear to t' ma goodness you're making things up just to vex me today." Brandie said, fanning herself and rolling her eyes at the first girl who'd come running over to where she was sunning herself near the beach.

But then the report was verified by another one of her clique, a leggy short haired brunette called Star.

“It's, like, she's totally gone crazy!" Star rambled. “I don't even know why she's totally like that! She's such… she's just such an annoying person! Like, why would anyone want to be friends with her? I sure wouldn't want to be friends with her. I don't even know anymore! I just don't even know…“

Brandie hadn't waited for Star to finish. Half way to her room she'd taken her shoes off to make better time by cutting across the grass in the commons. She angrily snapped her gum in a burst of spearmint, her long blonde hair flowing out behind her like a contemptuous veil. She'd have balled her fists but she'd just had her nails done. Being pretty wasn't just important- it was her job. It was everything. She had to look like she'd just stepped out of a photo shoot every waking moment- to be as enticing and arousing as she could possibly manage. Blessed good skin, god teeth and enough self-control to keep her figure svelte, Brandie had needed very little work done to reach the hearts and cocks of the islands men. Sure, she'd taken a few of the good doctor's shots to improve her bust line, but that was a seriously small price to pay for perfection. The only thing she needed on a regular basis was her cosmetics, those final touches to keep her looking good enough to grace the cover of a magazine, and kept her near the top of the island's female social order. She'd spent hours with her head in the laps of men she hardly knew, and said yes to every lewd and degrading sexual request that came her way. Sure, the women couldn't say no to a horny guy wanting to blow off some steam after his work shift, but they'd developed a knack of avoiding the people they didn't like. You didn't have to say no if they couldn't talk to you to begin with- it was pretty much the only defense mechanism they had. But Brandie was always there, all smiles, all soft creamy skin, and warm wet lips spread wide and fill. She'd be finished with her daily quotas within an hour of leaving her room, and had the rest of the day to earn credit to buy what she wanted, and Brandie had a huge appetite.

So when she opened the door to her room and the mangy little animal busily scooping everything it could into the only drawer in the room, it was like a stunning slap in the face. She stood there for a moment eyes locked on Lola, who also looked equally stunned, in disbelieve.

In the next heartbeat they both exploded into action. Brandie lunged forward, her pink nails out, finger hooked into talons, tracking the smaller girl as she tried to get away.

“I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Screeched Brandi, clawing at the rabbit… who simply wasn't there anymore. Lola had put her ears back, pivoting on a dime to bolt the other way. Brandie's motion sent her flailing onto the bed… and leaving the doorway completely open.

Lola now ran straight through the only exit and headed down the hall, this bolting as fast as she could. Plastic tubes and disks cascaded over the edges and for a moment she slowed down almost bending to pick them up. Then there was the shriek of rage back from inside her room, and Lola mentally smacked herself in the head. What was she thinking? If anything, these things might slow Brandie down- she'd have the same reaction Lola did. Seeing a looming shadow in the doorway, Lola shot down the long hallway with this many closed doors, looking for one she might be able to hide in.

THERE, a familiar door with a light on inside. She shouldering it open, and sending the door to bang against the far wall, and skittered to a stop.

Doc Wayland just stood there agape at the intruder. “Oh god…" he mumbled. “It's YOU."

“I claim sanctuary!" Lola hissed at him, keeping her voice down.

“What?" he said getting wide eyed.

“Asylum! I need a place to hide!" she said still keeping he voice low.

“Ohhhh NO! NO no no! No you don't!" Wayland backed up against the wall and put his hand to his temple that was starting to throb again, not fully gone from his recent blow to the head. “No unsupervised visits!" he picked up a broom and started waving the bristles at her. “I don't care what you've gotten into. Come back with your mentor or some other male pet trainer! Until then out you go!" He jabbed at her a few times forcing her out into the hall, and then shut the door on her and locked it.

She grimaced at the door, but could hear her pursuer in the hall around the corner. She turned and away from the good doctor racing down the hall and out into the evening sun for the second time that day.

She almost ran into a couple leisurely strolling across toward the beach, dodging them by a couple of feet. A man in a oil stained pair of overalls and an olive skinned woman with black hair next hanging on his arm. Jasmine? Rose? She looked familiar but Lola couldn't place her. Both looked surprised at the little tan streak came to a stop close to them.

“Hey there!" Lola said, grinning with intensity. She had a certain determined intensity to her, fueled by an almost giddy elation that for once, she finally had the upper hand of a situation. Lola was making it happen, not somebody doing it to her, forcing her to degrade or debase herself. No, she was in the driver's seat until the car was out of gas or until it crashed off the road.

“We'll look at you!" said the man with a snort “Do you know each other?" he asked his arm candy. She exchanged a confused look with him and shook her head.

“Don't mind me, I'm just here to hand out presents." Lola said, balancing the drawer on one hand and tossing something red to the girl. It bounced off her stomach but she caught it with her free hand, her other never leaving the man's arm. “Annnndddd one for you buddy! Looks like you could use a little pick me up." She tossed him a tan tube which he looked at with bemusement.

Lola's ears picked up, her danger radar on full alert. “Sorry I can't chat. Gotta make my rounds!" With that she turned, bent low at the knees and used to her powerful leg muscles to catapult her back on down the path.

Brandie came barreling out the door almost immediately, her face flushed red with fury, one of her arms clutching both her breasts tight to her torso. Brandie was a girl built for comfort, for softness and pleasure. She was flexible and had enough core strength from yoga to hold a sexual position for a long time with it was demanded of her, but she was not built for running. The heavy breasts she was so proud of made jogging completely uncomfortable at best and painful at worst, and now they were slowing her down. She'd quickly resorted to one arm holding them tight to her, making them balloon up and over her forearm, but gave her an off-balance lurch to her running. Somewhere along the line she'd swallowed her gum.

She looked at the escaping rabbit and then to the couple staring bemused at her. Dandi and Bert both were holding HER things, and she saw more of them scattered around where they'd fallen out Lola's improvised basket. There was no getting those back from the couple, not without careful negotiations and she didn't have time for that, she had to stop more of the things she needed to stay in her seat of power, for being tossed away. She gave them a quick fake smile and then took off after the rabbit.

Lola's stomach was beginning to burn. She was getting out of shape when it came to long distance running, but there was a new wrinkle- her belly button piercing hadn't fully healed yet. The little purple jewel bouncing up and down on its gold ring at the top of her belly button with every stride. It wasn't painful, not yet, but Lola was worried about aggravating the piercing and getting it infected right before her big debut.

“Too late for that now." She was panted as she ducked behind some bushes, following a concrete path to an outdoor viewing area. She tried to lose Brandie, but she was leaving a trail of goodies to follow. Several other women had already chanced upon it, attracting more with their excited squeals. By sundown this entire area would be picked clean and there wouldn't be a single piece of cosmetic litter. Brandie wasn't trying to hide at all, and despite all odds, was gaining on her. Driven by what was no probably raw fury and embarrassment, the large blonde was closing the distance with those long legs of hers, and Lola was weighed down by what she was carrying. It was time to end this, confrontation be damned.

…

The man was reading at home when his phone buzzed. The text simply read.

“Check cameras 4 going into 17"

Getting up off his bed, he woke up his computer and pulled up the cameras. People walking around… some of the women put on cleaning detail to tidy up the commons, a couple late afternoon joggers… and… something else.

He zoomed in on camera 17 out by the ocean. Then his eyebrows went up in surprise.

“Huh." Was all he could manage as he watched in bemusement.

Then he picked up the phone again and thumbed through is contacts.

….

The viewing area was a circular concrete pad with a gazebo in the center, with a wooden railing along the outer lip of the circle, that over looked the beach. Several large wooden tables with large white umbrellas has been brought out for the evening, set in a semicircle around the gazebo. Along the beach women were clustered in groups on beach towels, legs spread apart to work on the last remnants of their all-over tans. Every beach here was a nudist beach, and almost nobody thought anything of it.

Lola could see the large woman coming around the hedges and figured this would be where she made her final stand. Her piercing was a painful angry hornet right above her belly button and her breasts were sore from their constant rolling, undulating swaying while she ran. She ran for the railing, the drawer held tightly in both hands, spinning in a half arc and tossing the remaining contents over the edge. Cosmetics rained in plastic cascade onto the women below. Almost immediately there were shrieks below and behind her. Surprise turning to delight below her and one of rage behind her.

Not pausing, Lola spun again and hurled the drawer at the gazebo. It arced for a moment, turning end over end in the last of the evening sun and smashed to pieces on the larger wooden structure! Thin planks and cheap wooden splinters rained with a clatter to the ground.

That stopped Brandie cold, both hands going to grab her hair as part of her furniture burst apart. Both women stood there panting, while woops of laughter came up from below.

Slowly, Brandie turned to Lola her mouth partly open. Brandie had gone from livid to enraged and now landed in silent fury. Their locked eyes with each other.

“You are dead." Brandie said matter of factly. Slightly shaking her head.

“Good luck with that. You can't hurt another girl here. The boys won't like it." Lola retorted.

Brandie kept shaking her head slowly walking forward, arms now at her side, eyes wide and shining with intensity.

“You don't get it. You're dead honey. I don't know how it's going to happen, or how long I have to wait to do it, but you earned yourself a pine box." There was a strange calm on Brandie now, speaking evenly.

Lola looked defiant but took steps back as Brandie advanced, making sure not to trap herself against the railing. She kept her mouth shut now- there wasn't going to be any talking to Brandie now, and wondered if she'd pressed the woman too far. Fuck it. Too late for second guesses.

“Y'all worked hard for it, so it's going to happen. Nobody's going to complain when someone puts down a rabid animal. I think they'll even thank me."

“Is that so?" said a deeper voice coming up from the side. The women had been so intent on staring daggers at each other than they hadn't seen Don walking up, putting a cell phone away in his pocket. “Want to repeat the last part?"

“Ohh." Brandie whimpered and her posture completely changed, her aggression melting away. Her eyes stayed wide but now it was from fear. Lola wasn't too confident about this being a rescue and backed away as well. “H-hi there Don. We we…"

“The part about a pine box." Don said, still advancing, the t-shirt he was wearing hid most of his scars but none of physique. He was advancing chest first, an alpha male swagger to his hips. “I don't know if I heard you right. You said you wanted one?"

“No! I don't! We, oh my lord, we were just joshing around." She whimpered, a halfhearted attempt to look sexy evaporating almost as soon as it was tried on.

“Because I can get you one. It's going to be a small one but that's ok, there won't be too much of you left to put in it. We can do that tonight, right after I get the van." He continued to move toward them, advancing a little quicker, his eyes deep and black like his heart.

“Oh my god Don! No! I'm sorry!" Brandie sobbed, and Lola watched her bump into one of the wooden tables and sat down hard. It scraped back a few inches in the process.

Then there was a hand, heavy and forceful clamped down on Lola's shoulders, the soft area between the thumb and forefinger sliding up snuggly against the back of her neck. She stiffened rigid as a board, her eyes wide. It pushed down, relentlessly down until her knees buckled and sunk to all fours on the warm concrete beside him. The ocean breeze picked up the sounds of merry making from below.

“I think we're going to have to have a talk later, but right now why don't you kindly fuck off?" he grunted.

“Yes! Right away Don! Thank you!" Brandie babbled as she turned and fled, hands covering her face as if that would protect her from him.

Lola heard Brandie running off while she stared at the ground beside the large canine. Her breath was shallow and she tried to figure out if he was her rescuer or executioner.

“I remember something I heard you saying when I first saw you on the beach, sucking your daddy's cock."

“Daddy?" she couldn't help but ask. She need to be crystal clear on what he meant if she was going to see tomorrow and right now she wasn't tracking.

“Your master, the guy who owns you, trainer, whatever. I don't care. One of the girls called them her daddy and I thought that was damned funny. Wish I had thought of that."

He let it hang them for a moment while she continued to stare at the ground. Someone had dropped a cigarette butt almost directly under her.

“Do you remember what it was?" he asked her, and gave her a nudge with his boot.

She tried to remember back to that day. On the beach, head between her captor's legs as he taught her how to give a proper blow job, because she was horrible at it. Oral Sex 101. Her eyes darted back and forth, trying to pinpoint when Don had walked up….

“Well?" he said, and now he didn't sound so friendly. “I'm fucking waiting here lady. Don't make me ask you again."

Lola closed her eyes.

“I'll be your whore." She said her heart thumping in her chest.

“Hey hey!" he barked. “That's right! Looks like there's something in that dumb bunny head of yours after all!" he clapped paws together. “That is RIGHT! I think you just said the right thing, and now I don't have to slap you around for it. I like what I heard, so this time why don't you do it again, and say it like you mean it."

She gulped and reached down for the strength that was rapidly retreating.

“I'll be your whore." She said in a breathy voice that could have belonged to a top shelf phone sex operator.

“oohhhhhhh BABY!" he laughed again and took a few steps around her. “Aren't I just a lucky dog? Here I am walking around and I get a call to check out some lovely ladies right here by the beach. What do I find? A tight little bitch whose down on all fours almost begging me to be a whore. I can't believe my luck."

He was standing in front of her now.

“Problem is, she's not begging. Not really. So why don't you get back on your knees and show me some sincerity?"

Lola flinched, and she remembered Don being rough with her beach. But she also remembered what he'd just said, Don't make me ask twice. She didn't want to do this, not at all. Masturbating in her room was much preferable to this… to him.

She was on her knees now, directly in front of him, her face barely coming up to lions. She looked all the way up till and saw him staring expectantly.

“He'd already getting hard over this." She thought.

“He likes his power, it's just as much a power trip for him as it is about sex." Her brain answered. “Use that. Make him feel big. Direct it if you can. Deny him and he'll do it anyways, probably worse than you're ready for."

For once her brain was being helpful.

Lola skipped her “I like it when you look at me" routine and went for something more direct. Her ears were getting hot and she was blushing a little with shame of finally having to play the proactive slut. Hopefully he could see it in her eyes. With one hand, she caressed the front of his cargo pants and felt his stiffening cock coming out to play.

“I can be your whore if you let me? A dumb fuck bunny? Would you like that? Slap me around with your cock for a while?" She tried to keep her face innocent looking rather than lewd- something he'd want to get his hands dirty with. She just hoped he didn't end up mangling her along the way. “Stuff my tight little pussy till I can't take it anymore d-daddy?" That last part made her shiver, she'd never called boyfriend her “daddy" and it made her spine creep.

That got his attention. “Trying so hard to be a slut, but still can't quite do it can you?" Don grinned, and gave her a couple pats on the cheek that were just short of cuffs, buffeting her to the side a little each time. It looked like her failure might be a success. “As much as I'd like stretch your little rabbit hole till it's useless, I can't. See, unlike some people here, I KNOW what the rules are. Hell, I enforce them. Unzip me when I'm talking to you, blondie, and keep calling me daddy- looks like you need to warm up to that." He said gruffly.

“Yes daddy." She demurred and undid the zipper on his shorts, letting them slide down till they were pooled up around his ankles. Apparently, Don went commando, and his ruby red cock was pointing accusingly at her face, the tip glistening with precum. She took her hand and cradled it, feeling it's taper in the beginning, then the swell in the middle and to the base of his sheath. Her other hand went and slipped between his legs, feeling his scrotum, his balls heavy and potent. She hefted them in her palm, feeling the roll back and forth.

“So. The rule is: your pussy and ass are off table for right now. No go until the word's given. But your mouth, well that's been given the green light as of ten minutes ago, which means anyone can spend some quality time with your head in their lap. Lucky day for you huh? You're going to make all kinds of new friends."

Lola sat there in shock and Don grinned broadly as he watched that news sink in. There was no more talking about her being a whore, it had just started to happen. Sex wasn't just a possibility; it was now a reality. Was this the fall out for her leaving her cage- the bill that she was now going to pay, or had it just been “the right time"? It made her wonder what schedule the rest of her timeline was on. When would that next ax drop? She had no idea and a feeling of creeping powerlessness settled in again, it's cold clutching fingers rising out of the depths to shatter her confidence all to hell. It was just her breast injection, and when she'd been fucked in commons or taught to suck cocks on the beach. Again, and again, it was shown that she wasn't the one who controlled what happened. She moved, they counter moved, and they were thinking several moves down the line. It was crushing, taking her victories away from her and showing how little they meant in the big picture. She could feel her shoulder's sag under its heavy weight.

“Of course that also means your hands are green lit too. I guess you've never had three men all wanting your attention at one time? I bet they'd be pleased as punch knowing they don't have to wait in line."

That thought hadn't occurred to her either. Unintentionally she'd shoved all thoughts of multiple partners as far away as she could. Even when she'd tried to think of herself playacting a whore, trying to spit the words out and make them sound lewd or sexy, she'd always thought of it being one-on-one, and never the groveling sex object in the middle of a group of men. Most of the time she had just been thinking about her… trainer. Just one on one sessions with him… on is bed…

“Hey." He said, grabbing her ears at the base of her skull and forcing her head up to look at him, his hand heavy and rough, his pads callused. “I asked a question." She winced, tears misting at the corners of her vision.

“S-sorry daddy!" she whimpered, her hand immediately starting to stroke his cock faster, letting it slide through her slender fingers. Not only was it a deep red, it was getting hotter, warming her palm with its intent. “Sometimes when I get see a big powerful cock I just stop thinking." She kissed his dick and ran her tongue up the thick shaft feeling the tube that would deliver his sperm to her in heavy ropy spurts.

“Spoken like a TRUE blonde!" he laughed, lightening up. Taking his shaft into his hand and rubbing it around her cheek.

“I've never had more than two people, and that was just with you and my trainer." She said kissing his shaft again.

“Keep talking." He said firmly and gave her muzzle a swat with the side of cock, smearing her cheek with his precum. He knew this was a tender subject- her whole demeanor had altered when he gave her the good news. Shock, revulsion, and best of all fear- those big eyes of her going wide for real when her act fell apart. “What do you think it's going to be like?"

“I… I'm going… I" She'd practiced in the mirror earlier today. This was it. She needed it now. “T-there…I…."

It wasn't coming out.

“Awwwww…." Don made a sympathetic face of complete insincerity. “That was mean of me, wasn't it? I mean you have no idea, right? So, I'll tell you what, you ask me nicely to suck my cock and I'll tell you what's it's going to be like for you. How's that sound?"

She sniffled and nodded. “Will you please fuck my mouth daddy? Use it like a little pussy?" she'd practiced a version of that line earlier thinking she'd use it on her trainer when they were alone to impress him or get something out of him. The problem was Don was already pushing her lips around with the tip of his shaft before cramming it in and the words came out a gargle of nonsense. “Wih uh plff fuf mmm ouf dggh? Hmmmmhs eh lkkk ahhh lihl puffs?" her tough explored his tip by reflex and she felt his precum, as it spurted and coated her mouth with his salty taste.

Then his hands were on the side of her head and pushing it closer, forcing his cock further into her mouth, pressing up against her tonsils. She whimpered at first and then gagged, struggling, her stomach lurching as his glossy shaft slid part way down her throat.

“MMMMHHHHHHRRRRFFFF!" was all she could get out in the way of alarm, her lounge trapped under his cock, wriggling in protest.

“That's it girl… take it like a little bitch. “he rumbled as he brought her head down further, feeding his length into her until her pink little nose was flat against his stomach. Now she was wriggling against him, pummeling his legs with her fists. “That's it! That's what I like!" he barked out a laugh.

“Now. This is how it's going to go. You'll be sitting there looking as nice as you can while several men surround you. It's going to look like a cock forest to you. Hmmmmm… Now one of them it's going to line himself up, just like me and warm up your mouth, so you can start nursing on it, getting it nice and sloppy wet. Ahhhh… good girl… The others will press in and you'll put your hands to use, jerking men off you've never even met betfore. But he others will rub themselves on you, along your cheeks, in your hair, your ears."

Her face was red now, tears spilling out the sides of her eyes as she tried to shake her head, but he held her in place, there was no way she was getting any air into her with her throat plugged tight. She smacked his legs and then beat them, pinching at times and pulling his fur.

“Someone will give you a little tap and you'll switch over and wrap your lips around someone else's shaft. UNNNNNGH… I'm not saying they'll slap the dick out of your mouth, but you'll get the idea." He felt her trying to pull away, and punching him, but the hits were getting weaker.

He held her head tight until he pulled reluctantly out of her mouth and let go, his cock sliding out in a long wet SLLLLOOORRPP! Immediately there was a desperate gasp of air from between his legs followed by a loud bout of wet gagging. Long strands of spit ran rand down Lola's chin as her chest heaved, greedily sucking air down now that she had her throat back.

“Now. You think you can do a decent job down there or do I need to do it all myself?" he asked with a smile, and checked his watch.

“I can *cough* do it! I can!" Lola responded on all fours again, still panting heavily and trying to get her drool under control. “I… I can do it… daddy…" She wiped her watering eyes clear, thankful that the greying around the edges had started to go away. Unsteadily got back up on her knees, using Don's legs as support. There it was that large dominate canine dick glistening wet with her saliva. Her throat burned and her mind rebelled about putting the thing that had nearly chocked her, right back between her lips! She had to, or he was going to do it for her and it would be just as bad, or he'd make her pass out.

Lola closed her eyes, opened her mouth and slid her tongue under Don's potent cock, guiding it slowly back into her mouth. Her other hand beginning to stroke his cock, back and forth, softly then firmly, letting her hand treat his cock like a pussy. Her head began to bob up and down finding a rhythm, to match her hand.

“Ummmmhhh.. hhhhhmmmhhh" she moaned, letting her throat rumble on his dick.

“Keep that up sunshine. Looking good! So, where was I? Oh yea. So, your mouth's going to be working one man, then another, that little lips of your wrapped around nobody you know. Hmmm… yea. You're little hands always fullll…."

Lola had found her speed, her mouth forced open sider as his cock slid past her lips, then closing as he slipped out, her tongue lapping at his tip, feeling the hot wet spurting tip dribble his sperm rich precum into her mouth. She explored his cum hole with tip of her pink tongue.

“Well what do we have here!" exclaimed Don at that, “I think we have a DIRTY girl! You think of that all yourself or did he train you?"

“Guk Gughhhk sluuurp guck!" the sound of his cock disappearing into her mouth was the only response she gave. She picked up the pace, her hand masturbating him harder, faster, into her mouth, her head bobbing back and forth, lose and free as it went in, suckling it as she pulled back. His taste filled her, under her tongue, in her gums, and seeped down her throat. She could feel his shaft heading up, and the base of his hips begin to tense, his breathing picking up, becoming ragged around the edges. Her other hand had been used to rest on his leg to keep her balance while she recovered, but now she needed it to send him over the edge. She brought it up, and stroked his balls, letting the slide up and behind them, cupping them, coaxing them to spring into life, and release the hot wet mess that was meant for her.

It worked.

Don grunted, his stomach muscles clenching for a moment before the heat rose from his balls and came rolling out in thick ropy jizz! Sticky wetness slapped the back of her throat and she started to swallow, but she didn't stop moving. Her head slid back and forth over his cock, her lips beginning to slime up with his sperm, soaking her tan fur. Her other hand now started to milk him, stroking his increasingly sensitive shaft! Her tongue wriggled under his penis, feeling the bursts slid up before she tasted them, and swallowed. He poured himself into her, and her little neck bobbed as she tried to drink, and take him in.

It almost went smoothly, but a long shuddering spurt caught her off guard and threatened to go down the wrong way. She coughed suddenly, sending his sperm out her nose, and let his cock go. Again, she found herself coughing and spiting, trying to get his dog cum out of her throat. It ran down her chin and dripped from her nose.

“Hey now. I don't like the look of that AT ALL." He said disapprovingly.

….

Brandie was standing in the room, in front of her vanity stand. No matter how much she tried to look away, she couldn't take her eyes off the empty hole in the center of it, where the one drawer used to be. That drawer that was now nothing more than scrap wood. Despite her attempt to hold it back, she put her head in her hands and began to cry.

…..

“I gave you that as a present." Don was squatting down next her bringing himself eye to eye as she got her coughing under control. I took a finger and wiped a drip of his still warm cum off her chin and wiped it on her nose. Suddenly, that was the only thing she could smell, as if the entire world only reeked of dog cream. “Looks like you just took that present and threw it on the ground."

Lola looked down and saw there were several splatters of jizz on the cement where she'd coughed them up, mixed with her spit.

“I don't appreciate that at all. I can't have you leaving a mess and treating me badly, now can I?"

Lola braced herself for what was next.

“How about you clean that up with your pretty pink tongue?"

Yep.

The hand was back on her head again, pressing down, lowering her torso to the ground, till her cheeks were flat against the warm cement.

“Do you need some help mopping that up or do you got it from here?" he asked, pushing her scrunched face this way and that along the floor.

“I-I got it." She whimpered.

“Good! I'm going to enjoy the view while you work." He said standing up and walking around her.

“Oh goddddd…." She thought to herself.

“Do it." Her brain responded. “Your almost done! Why on earth are you stopping now?!"

Lola raised her head, found the closed puddle of sperm and stared at it. Hesitantly she craned her neck, and with nose wrinkling, she leaned in and began to scrape her tongue against the cement lapping up the dog cum.

Don was squatting behind her now, giving her nakedness an appraising view. He reached in and firmly patted her Venus mound, making her jolt upwards each time, white tail bobbing alarmed. “Ass up and spread those legs a little bit. There. That's more like it!" He grinned as the rabbit got herself into a better position for him to view. He liked what he saw and rubbed a finger along her slit. That elicited a squeak of surprise, followed by a whimper. She was responding to his touches, getting moist, probably against her will. He smirked. Women were like that. Bitch bitch bitch till they had their legs open and then they just couldn't get enough.

He left her folds glistening and grabbed one of her ass cheeks spreading her open, and admired the tight little pucker under her tail.

“I tell you, I'm looking forward to the day this goes on the market." He grinned and rubbed his thumb around her tight little whole. Lola bucked and squealed in protest, trying to pull away from his invading hand. Now her tail was going a mile a minute.

“Yep. I'm going to enjoy wrecking this." He said grinning.

He kept holding her open, and she kept lapping the ground clean, cheeks burning hot with humiliation.

…

Lola had to crawl back on her hands and knees, and was told to talk to no one. Don had given her ass a tremendous slap that still stung, making one side of her rear hotter than the other. It took her a while to work her way back and all the while Lola had hoped that nobody would see her, but she knew they did. She could hear them, whispers carried on the wind, most of it lost other than the tone. Some concern, others matter of fact. She'd only gotten up when she'd reached her door, her knees aching and stiff.

To her amazement, the room was empty except for her bed and mattress. Brandie and all her possessions were gone, vanished into the sunset. Lola was extremely relieved, wondering if it had been voluntary or just shifted off on someone else's orders.

Her room, empty as it was, was hers again.

Brandie had left her a parting gift however. The mattress now sported a three-foot gash down the middle, cut with something sharp. Lola wanted to be outraged at the pure pettiness of the act, the childishness of it, but realized this was pretty much just par for the course when it came bitchy blonde. It also meant that while Don had probably scared some sense into her, she wasn't going to let what happened go- something was going to happen later.

But Lola couldn't control that, and didn't dwell on it. It took her awhile, but she manages to roll her mattress over and hide the damaged side. The sex stain stared back up at her one again, her wet spot from when she had been molested a few days ago. Nothing she could do about that either, so Lola climbed up and looked around the empty room again.

HER'S.

“Worth it." She said to herself and went to sleep.