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The sizzling sound of the omelet roasting across the skillet was not a familiar one in this house. The stove in front of Amy had seen more use now than her entire life under her mother's roof. Her mother didn't cook, not because she found it beneath her but because of how busy and committed she was to her job. Hundreds of nights spent with take-out food littering the living room table, often with important papers close by as her mother worked and ate at the same time.

The first time Amy ever had a homecooked meal was when she was ten, during a sleepover at Jewel's house. Chicken soup that tasted better than any of the canned stuff she was so used to. The vole could still remember it, the taste of the salty broth on her tongue as she flipped the omelet with her spatula.

"When did we get eggs?" Her mother asked, tired indigo eyes honing in on the dish her daughter was cooking. It had been two days since the incident at Helga's, and one day since she got her car back after her mother sent an intern to pick it up. That was plenty of time to go shopping for herself. Plenty of time to go see Helga.

Yet she chose the market, and why she did escaped her.

"Amelia?" Her mother snapped her fingers, "I asked you a question."

She responded with a middle finger as she flipped the omelet again. There was no need to burn her work. Helga taught her plenty in her little home cooking lessons when she wasn't bound and gagged. And when she sometimes was.

Joyce sighed and headed to the coffee maker, "I see you've upgraded to sign language. I guess I'll take that over the silent treatment," her mother said before peering over her daughter's shoulder, "Is that an omelet? When did..." Her mother cut herself off. It didn't take a genius to figure out how someone who never cooked learned. Omelete ready, Amy slid it down to a plate and headed to the table. A fork, and napkin already waiting for her.

"So," Joyce said as the coffee started to brew, "How long do you plan on staying silent? Hoping to break your record? I think that was a week."

A week and a half.

Amy cut her fork through the cheesy omelet, then stabbed through and slowly ate it. She didn't expect her mother to keep track of how long this would last. Soon Joyce would get too caught up in work again and she'll go back to forgetting she even had a daughter. Only this time, instead of trying so hard to earn her attention, Amy was counting on that ignorance. A week, maybe two, was all that needed to pass before she could see Helga again. The vole pulled out her phone to start texting her Mama the plan, something she forgot to do when she formulated the whole thing.

Joyce sitting across the table, a warm mug of coffee in hand, stopped that, "I know what you're thinking."

That'd be a first.

"You're thinking I'm just going to forget. Just forget about, whatever it is you did, with that woman. Well, Amelia, I won't. And this isn't to say I'm not allowing you to date. This isn't the 1950's. I just want you to see people around your age," she leaned in and gently placed her mug down, "Do you know how many girls, not women, girls, are in the police station when I visit a client? How many girls your age and younger who got caught in the wrong crowd because some older pervert said they'd watch after them."

It's not like that.

"I've spent too much time raising you-"

"The TV did more than you." Amethyst spat, "My teachers did more than you. The goddamn take-out menu raised me more than you! Don't start acting like my mother now that I'm suddenly not doing something the right way."

"I am your mother, Amelia," Joyce took the mug from the table and had a long sip. Amy's rebuttal was cut off by a raised finger before Joyce finished, "And everything I do, I do for you."

"You have no idea what I want."

"You're young, you don't know what you want. But I'll give you an ultimatum," Joyce said as she drained the last of her coffee, "Go back to your studies. Apologize to Jewel and move back into your dorm. Graduate, and then get a job. Do that, and I'll be out of your personal love life. But if I see you with that woman before all of that is accomplished," Furious indigo eyes stared into Amethyst's own as her mother's lip curled in disgust, "Then I'll transfer you to another school, somewhere far away so you can avoid distractions."

"You...you can't do that." Amy's throat dried at the threat. Surely she couldn't be forced to go somewhere else. She wasn't a kid anymore, legally she could say no. Right?

Her mother smiled, "Believe me, as both your mother and a good lawyer, I can." she said before walking away. Amethyst stared back down to her omelet. Only one bite, but whatever appetite she had was gone. She let her phone hit the table, letting her plan crack and break just like the screen protector.

***

Two days. It had been two days since Helga had seen Amethyst. Two days since she'd heard from her little mufflicker. Her indigo eyes burned into the pig's mind as she played that night over and over again before taking another swig from her beer.

What was I supposed to do?

Amy was an adult. Legally, Helga figured that there was nothing her punk's mother could do. But was she just supposed to tell the woman to fuck off? Amethyst never really talked about her family, and, in Helga's defense, she never really asked. But from the betrayal she saw in Amy's gaze that night, she knew she made some kind of mistake letting that woman take her vole.

It's not my fault.

Helga tried to drink from her can but found it empty. Tossing the aluminum can into the pile, she headed behind the counter of the gang's personal clubhouse and looked through the fridge to find another drink. Taking a bottle of Dragon's Milk from Tabitha's stash, Helga popped it open and went back to looking at her messages with her little slut. Still nothing new from the vole. And nothing new from her...

If there was a problem, you'd tell me.

"That's mine."

Helga's gaze shifted to notice a short, but stocky wolverine in the doorway of their hangout. Despite the leather jacket, the white and red gym shorts told the pig that this wasn't a member's visit. The next gang meeting wasn't till the weekend. That's why Helga was here, to be alone. Especially since she kept imagining Amy around her house.

Helga took a long gulp from the bottle, "I'll pay ya back," she said after sitting back down. Tabs rolled her green eyes and took a seat next to the pig, taking note of the open phone in Helga's grasp.

"What are you doing here?"

"Drinking."

Tabs looked over to the pile of cans behind them, "And making a mess. You best clean that up."

"I will," Helga said before burping, "eventually."

The old pig ignored her friend's comments as she focused in on her last message. 'waiting on you' The day she got Amy that lovely new suit. Was that a mistake? Did she just jump the fucking gun again? Just another example of why she couldn't hold anything down.

"You mind telling me why you're staring at your phone like the main character in a bad romance flick?"

"I'm waiting."

"Waiting..." Tabs eyes widened, "Oh, did your girl dump you?"

"No, it's just..." Helga took another sip to keep herself from talking.

"Oh yeah, you got dumped. This is just like Lorraine all over again."

Helga slammed the bottle against the counter, "Don't fucking say her name!"

"Or what?" Tabitha stared her down, arm on the counter, "You gonna kick my ass? I beat your ass in your prime to be boss here, you think you have any chance now?"

"Well maybe as a friend you'd fucking respect my wishes to not utter that...traitor's name."

"Respect? Oh well, sure. But first, you have to respect yourself you goddamn mess." Tabitha kicked herself off the stool and grabbed a pool cue, "I mean, how old are you? Because as your friend, let me tell you, you aren't acting like someone in their 40's. No, you're acting like some lovesick teenager that can't move on from a bad text. I should know, I'm surrounded by the dumb hormone addled brats every day."

She pulled out some billiard balls from the holes at the pool table, "I mean, for fuck's sake Helga, I've known you for almost two decades. And in that time, despite you telling me otherwise, I've seen you fall for some stupid tail and get dumb ideas. Usually, they fixed themselves after a night in a motel, but nowadays it feels like you actually want to tie yourself down instead of others."

"That's cause I do," Helga said, leaning against the counter to face the gang leader, "I'm too old to be hoping beds. You remember Kelly? The minx that let me stay at her place when my home was being fumigated?"

Tabitha waved her hand as Helga continued, "I pretty much acted like a live-in dom with her. And you know what, it was nice. I liked waking up to have someone by my side every morning. So sorry if 'Big Bitch Helga' wants to settle down."

"Then go find another cunt," the wolverine lined up her shot on the pool table, "If your new girl ain't texting you, then cast another line or some shit."

"I..." Helga peeked at her phone again. No new messages, "I just want to wait. It's not like her to-,"

"You're such a fucking coward," Tabitha swiped the phone from the pig's heavy hands, "I'll fucking text her you big baby. She responds to 'cunt' right?"

"Give that back!" Helga reached for her phone only for Tabitha to parry her with the pool cue. Helga struck again, but her sluggish movements made it easy for the wolverine to dodge.

"Let see, 'Hey cunt. Where have you been? My ass needs kissing'"

"Stop fucking with me," Helga roared as she pulled the cue from Tabitha's hand and snapped it over her knee. The wolverine's retort was cut off by Helga's hand around her throat, slamming her down to the pool table. The pig reached for her phone, but Tabitha kept it out of arms reach.

There was a ding before either of them could say anything. Tabitha smiled, "I didn't even send it. Guess your bitch finally wanted to talk with ya."

Pulling the phone over, and blocking Helga's other arm from grabbing it, the wolverine smiled as she began to read out the message. Then she stopped, her confident expression fading into confusion.

"Looks like she moved...wait are those bruises?"

***

It was bullshit. Several morning google searches confirmed Amethyst's theory that her mother was just bluffing. The vole may not be an adult in her mother's eyes, but she was in the eye of the law. Twirling her keys by the ring of the chain, Amy walked with a spring in her step as she made her way to the parking lot. Nothing was holding her back from seeing Helga.

What do you think she'll do?

Thoughts of real retribution turned her spring into a slow walk. While her mother had no way to directly force her to transfer, that wouldn't stop her. Worst case scenario, her mother would just cut her off financially. The vole shrugged at the thought.

I'll just get a job. Or drop out for now. Not like I know what I want to major in.

A smile etched across her face as she pondered over just dropping out altogether. Maybe then she could take Helga's teasing offer of being her precious basement gimp. Never needing to live up to anything but a toy for her Mama, a duty she had been more than happy to fulfill in the time they had together.

Or she could just get a part-time job and not just leech off of Helga. And would she want to be in the basement forever? Her arousal said yes, but she wasn't so far gone to forget that she had some kind of future. But she could discuss it later.

With Helga. Preferably after she took off the goddamn belt.

Two rats, one black-haired and the other blonde, stood by Amethyst's Kia as the vole entered the parking lot. One had a black knee length tight skirt with a studded leather belt around her waist, with a short cut jean jacket and a red tube top over her chest and three silver rings across each ear. Her black hair was cut to her neck length, and she stared at Amethyst in interest with brown eyes.

The other rat was dressed more provocatively, with a red skirt so short that Amethyst could see a black g-string under it. She wore fishnet leggings and long buckled boots, with a long white fluffy coat over her shoulders that was open to showcase the thin black crop top over her chest. Ruby red lipstick curled into a smile as her brown eyes gazed down on the vole, prompting her shoulder-length hairstyle and gold ring earrings to bounce as she pushed off the Kia.

"I thought people went through punk clothing in highschool," the blonde rat said as she casually approached.

"Some people are just late bloomers, Tay." said the other, arms crossed and face neutral as she followed the other rat. Amethyst took a step back as the two came closer, reflexively reaching for her phone in her coat pocket.

"Can I help you?" she asked, trying to keep as confident a tone as she could muster. The blonde rat giggled, "She looks scared, May. I did say you should smile more."

May, the scowling rat, looked unamused, "You sure it's not your outfit, Tay? It's not exactly streetwalking hours."

Tay giggled, "Oh sure, but Daddy loves it."

"What-" Amethyst's back hit a chain fence, "What do you want?"

Tay and May were leaning over her, smiles abound revealing sharp and yellowing teeth, "Oh, it's not what we want. It's about what Daddy wants. He and your Mama have some unfinished business."

_Helga? _

"Y-you can fuck off," Amethyst sputtered out as she tried to move past the two. May grabbed her by the choker and forced her back against the fence, "And you kiss your mother with that mouth?" she said, hand tight over Amethyst's snout, "I think we need to teach this little punk some manners, right Tay? Wouldn't want Daddy to be angry."

She kicked the rat in the shin before Tay could respond. The grip loosened, Amethyst tried to scream for help, only for several volts against her stomach to turn her cries for help into simple cries. Her legs gave out, sinking her to the grey parking lot concrete.

"Hit her again."

There was a giggle from one of the rats, followed by another surge of volts throughout Amethyst's body. Muscles contracted, forcing Amethyst to fall limp as electricity circled its way through her body. When it ended, she tried to scream, by a cloth was forced against her nose and mouth. Something came over her the longer the cloth was held, weakening her struggles as her vision faded.

"Check her pockets and get her in the car." was all she heard before everything went black.

Freezing water splashed over her, pulling her back into the waking world. Tape rolled around her maw prevented any immediate screams, and egged on desperate struggles as Amethyst tried to put together where she was. She was laid out in a tub, the kind she'd seen in motels with tiled walls and ceramic shelves for soaps that were never provided. Struggling to stand, Amethyst found her arms were bound behind her. Seeing her knees wrapped together in silver duct tape, she assumed that was what held her arms together. It certainly wasn't cuffs, she'd be familiar with those.

"Wakey, wakey, little bitch."

Tay, the provocative rat, hunched over next to Amethyst on the tiled floor. Empty cup in her hand and a content smile across her face, she pinched the vole's cheeks like she was meeting a child. Any squeals or struggles from Amethyst were met with a resounding slap.

"What're you gonna do?" the rat said as she slapped Amethyst again, "You gonna stop me with your hands tied up? Are ya, you dumb cunt?"

"She awake?" asked a different voice from outside.

Tay grabbed the vole's dyed and buzzed hair, "Yeah. You ready, Daddy?"

"May's making sure of that. Bring her in here."

"Come on, bitch," Tay pulled the vole up by her hair, ignoring Amethyst's gagged protests as she pushed her out of the bathroom. She hit the red rough carpeted floor with a thud, only to be pulled up again and made to face the other rat giving a blowjob to a leather-clad dalmatian. He wasn't tall, probably shorter than Amethyst if she stood up straight. The white tee that hugged his chest tight revealed a muscular form, as she'd seen in porn or movies. A clean leather vest hung over it, with a few gaudy chains hanging from his neck. Looking down further, she could see May working away at his cock, one hand pumping the shaft while her mouth toyed with his head. His hand gripping tightly as he forced her down deeper. Sputtered gags and choking escaped the cock filled lips, before he pulled her back only to force her down again. Amethyst swore she saw May's eyes roll back during the process.

"I bet you're wondering who I am," the dalmatian asked, pulling May off his cock and grabbing Amethyst by her coat collar, "Well, let's just say that your Mama fucked me over really hard."

_What did Helga do? _

With one hand he tossed her to the bed, "See, I had a great life. Good job, loving wife and kids, and a great ride. Then your uppity bitch mother decided to interfere with all that."

Amethyst tried to worm away across the bed, but the dalmatian pulled her back in, "Because of her, I lost everything. My wife, my house, my kids, and my fucking ride. Almost everything of value gone, because some uppity bitch decided I was a wife beater. Who doesn't hit someone when they're pissed? And don't you dumb cunts want to be treated equally?"

The vole tried to kick away with her bound legs, something to keep his hands off of her. The dalmatian responded with a hard fist into her face, "You think you're some tough bitch?" he laughed as he threw another punch, "You think a little dark makeup or cheap jacket off the Salvation Army is enough to be tough? If it's anything I hate more than people who talk back, it's people playing dress-up."

Amethyst saw Tay roll her eyes at that comment before another punch swelled one of hers shut. She stopped struggling, desperately trying to breathe through the blood in her nose as the dalmatian dragged her closer.

"That's more like it," he said, grabbing her face and forcing her to look into his brown eyes, "Now, I don't believe in an eye for an eye. Someone just end up blind, right?"

His grip tightened when she didn't respond, "Right?" he asked again, gritting his teeth. Amethyst nodded in his grasp, leading him to smile and reveal his sharp fangs.

"Yeah, so I figured, the best kind of revenge is to leave her something to remember me by. So, I'm gonna give you and your Mama a nice present," he pulled out a knife and cut away at the tape around her legs, "And if you fight me on it, then I'll take your goddamn eyes."

No, no, no. This can't be happening. Someone...

Amethyst looked around the room with her unswollen eye. Beyond the bathroom and other bed, it was just this room. She reasoned they were in a motel, maybe there were other people. Could she scream? Would she be loud enough? Would he take her eye if she did?

Someone. Anyone.

A wicked smile crossed the dalmatian's face as he slowly pulled her legs open. The vole turned away to the ceiling, her thoughts falling on Helga's embrace.

Mama, save me.

"W-what the fuck is this?" The dalmatian's smile disappeared and he turned to the two rats, giving them a good view of what lay under her skirt.

"Looks like a chastity belt, Daddy," May said.

"Well, what's it fucking doing on her?!" he roared.

Tay shrugged, "Maybe her mom is just super protective. Like ours, right May?"

May cringed, "Makes me glad it was just enforced curfews."

"I can't..." the dalmatian dragged a palm across his face, "Do either of you know how to pick locks?"

"No." they answered in unison.

"Did she come with a key?"

"No."

The dalmatian let her go, "God, fucking, damn it."

Amethyst breathed a sigh of relief. As much as she hated the infernal steel belt around her waist, Helga's little punishment might have just saved her. She silently prayed that they didn't search her jacket for her key.

"Guess I'll have to get a blowtorch."

Both rats and Amethyst screamed no, though the tape impeded her dialogue. The dalmatian's ears tilted as he turned to the rats, "You got a better idea?"

Tay stuttered, "Well...maybe we could-"

"Get it from her mother," May finished. Amethyst felt the bed shift a little as May took a seat next to the dalmatian and wrapped her arm across his shoulder, "Think about it, Daddy. We use this little bitch's phone, take a few pictures, and send them to her mommy. Give the bitch a place, and an hour to deliver the key. We'll go get it, and then you'll get to fuck this little brat all night long. We can even record it."

"What about the cops?" The dalmatian asked, genuine concern across his face, "She's seen so much. And that bitch could-"

Tay shushed him as she took the other side, "Don't worry, Daddy. She may be an uppity cunt, but if we tell her to bring no cops, then no cops will show. We've dealt with prissy bitches like that before. They're all talk until it's personal. Then," her hand glided over to his crotch, "they're in the palm of your hand."

Helga? Prissy? Who are they...

Amethyst's eye widened as she realized who they were talking about. This had nothing to do with Helga. Analyzing what he said, she should have seen it sooner. She didn't have the ability to just take kids. Her Mama admitted to cucking people before, but that's as far as she'd been.

They're after my mom. Mom who is this psycho?

"Hmm..." the dalmatian grunted as he ran a hand through each rat's hair, "You've convinced me. Though if this doesn't work, I'm getting a blow torch."

Despite Amethyst's struggles, she couldn't stop them from getting her fingerprint ID on her phone. May spread the vole's legs nice and wide while Tay took the picture at an angle to avoid getting her sister in the shot.

"Smile."

***

Helga pushed through with all her might and snapped the phone from Tabitha. Her blood ran cold as a picture took center on the screen. It was Amy, tearfully looking the camera with one indigo eye while the other was swollen shut. Her muzzle taped shut with duct tape, the parts near her nose stained with blood. The vole's legs were spread wide, held by two hands in the camera shot to give her the perfect view of the chastity belt blocking Amethyst's privates.

The phone shook as another message appeared under the picture, "This isn't the middle ages, bitch," a message read under the picture, "Bring me the key in one hour or I'm getting a blow torch. Here's the address to drop it off. Bring cops and she'll be in the river with a weight holding her down."

Who...

Helga's hand tightened around her phone. The pig could hear her heartbeat escalate as she reread the message over and over. She let Tabs go and leaned into the counter. The pig reached for a beer to calm herself, taking deep breaths as she tried to formulate a plan. The Dragon's Milk bottle was inches away from her face before she chucked it across the room, splattering broken glass and alcohol across the wall.

"Fuck!" was all she could mutter. Amethyst, her vole, was in the hands of some fucker and they wanted her to bring the key? She didn't have the key, at least not the original. She had a spare, but she didn't know where it was at the top of her head because she always had the original around her throat. But she gave that to Amy.

"What's...what's going on?" Tabitha asked, massaging her neck from Helga's tight grip.

Helga tried to mouth it out, but found her throat dry in rage and terror. She handed her friend the phone instead, letting the wolverine grasp the danger of the situation. Tabs eyes widened in shock at first, but then they strained as she focused in on something.

"Those bedsheets look familiar."