Chapter 59

"Oh no! No no no!" Said Brandie in dismay!

"That's racist." Fumed Lola crossing her arms under her breasts, making them push up and out.

Earlier...

Brandie had been in the girl's afternoon yoga session, run by one of her underlings out on the back patio by the beach. Brandie corrected herself: one of her remaining underlings. Several had left the fold over the last few weeks, splintering off like an iceberg that had began to fall apart. She still had her groupies, but there were whispers that Brandie's star wasn't shining so brightly anymore. Lola and Brandie had shared a room but it was Brandie who had left suddenly, along with the fight that had happened shortly after when Lola had "redistributed" Brandie's makeup stash. Many of the girls had thought that was going to be the end of the new girl, that she was going to get a one-way ride in Don's van... but instead the rabbit still made her debut at the Chili Room party, and Brandie remained a Cunt Girl! That meant Lola had the eye of someone important, someone nice and big... and Brandie didn't.

After that, Brandie's inner circle had begun to desert her. They hadn't gone over to Lola, but Brandie could see the writing on the wall--if this kept up, Lola was going to attract her own flock.

She was in the middle of a pose called The Firefly or some other nonsense... when Crystal came jogging up. Crystal had become the island staff's unofficial messenger for the girls since she adored running; like so many other things on island, it had just happened. She found her way over to Brandie, still wearing only a sports bra, leaving her bottomless. Her skin was tanned from endless days in the sun, leaving her with a lean body and a nice gap between her thighs. Mandatory visits to the doctor for injections kept her breasts large for her thin build, and thus the need for the sports bra. That bra was Crystals most prized possession.

Unless there was particularly bad weather, none of the girls could wear clothing, unless it added to their sexuality instead of hiding it. Almost no one had made that work, so they went naked. The girls had turned their fashion creativity to the small things they could have--sandals or shoes, gloves, rings, hairbands and other jewelry.

"H--hey! Hey Brandie!" Crystal panted, putting her hands on her knees. For all her running Crystal never seemed to be able to catch her breath!

"Hey there Crystal!' Brandie looked and found the other woman's smooth slit at her eye level, and it didn't faze Brandie one bit. "How ya doing?" and gave the woman a warm fake smile. Brandie wasn't an idiot, even though the men like it when she pretended she was the big titty blonde bimbo stereotype they had in their heads. She knew that power was beginning to slide away from her, like the relentless pull of the ocean when the tide goes out. It forced her to be nicer to everyone, less of the aloof queen bee that she'd gotten used to being; that grated on her inwardly.

"Fine Brandie. Just fine! Phew!" Crystal straightened up to pop her back, and Brandie wondered if the woman ran because she just liked being tired--if that filled some void in her life.

"And what do you have for little ol' me?" Brandie asked, snapping her gum through the smile, the smell of spearmint radiating outward.

"The bunny's boss wants you again." Crystal said, looking like she was staring hard at Brandie. It was a terrible habit she had.

"Well now, can't keep the boss man waiting, can we?" Brandie unlocked her legs from her arms, winced as she straightened. As she got up, she brushed her naked breasts against Crystal's sports bra.

"Ooopsie. You'll have to excuse me for that! That's my mistake" Brandie demurred.

Crystal blushed "Th--that's okay."

"Oh Crystal, have you been paying the doctor a visit?" Brandie asked in a hushed tone, leaning and pressing her breast back against Crystals.

"No. Not for a couple weeks. Why?" Crystal said a little confused.

"Well don't tell me this is all you then! You've had a growth spurt!" Brandie's hand cupped Crystal's free breasts under the bra and weighed it appreciatively, looking at it as if it held new interest.

"I did!?" Crystal said surprised, and then more quietly. "I did?"

The sight of two naked women pressed tightly together in public, one fondling the other, would have been taboo in almost anywhere else in the world! Here on the island, it didn't even disrupt the yoga class. The portable radio kept up a steady beat of pop music as the class carried on.

Brandie nodded sagely. "Ummm hmmmm. Well some girls are born lucky!" She said with a sigh. "You keep on doing that and we're going to be twinsies!" and gave Crystal an encouraging squeeze that sent the other girl's blush deeper.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm wanted up and I just can't keep him waiting." Brandie slid off a smiling Crystal, making sure their bodies touched as long as possible. "And congratulations!"

She gave a little wave with he fingers and walked off, naked except for the sandals on her feet. Crystal waved at Brandie's back, and tried to hide her smile, looking down at her chest and then all around her.

Brandie didn't look back, and just kept walking up to the row of homes most of the Trainers lived, swaying her hips as she went. It hadn't been true, what she said to Crystal, but that didn't really matter as long as Crystal believed it. Brandie smiled.

Brandie expected to play the game of, 'you-have-to-wait-until-I-say-you-can-come-in', but she was ushered in almost as soon as she knocked.

Again, the rabbit was there looking her usually unhappy self, and the mood soured as the two women stared at each other across the room in stony silence. Brandie didn't like what she'd walked into- it meant they'd been talking. Normally she was called in be part of a threesome, or some other sex act, either humiliating a new girl or just for fun; she was one of the best-looking women on the island after all. There had been sex at some point, she could smell it in the room and Lola had some suspicious smears on her belly, but that was over. Now these two were talking, and that made her wary, because it involved things that she didn't have any say in. Also, if Lola and her trainer were talking, and not fucking, then that mean Lola was getting prepped for some next step of.... something. A promotion? Brandie wondered what that was. There was no way Lola was going to skip being a Cunt Girl. EVERY girl became a CG as they climbed the ladder. If it didn't happen, that would cause unrest. Everything worked because there were rules and consequences, even for the men. Follow the rules and get rewarded, break them and get punished. It was that simple. Break those rules, and people start questioning why they followed them, and others don't. It was a screwed-up sense of fair, but it was the glue that kept things from getting out of hand.

"Ah. Here comes your assistant now." The man said with a smile that wasn't shared by either woman.

"W--What!?" Lola protested, recoiling from Brandie. Brandie tried to keep a smug look off her face and failed. She knew that she wasn't going to like this, but as long as the animal didn't like it either, she wasn't going to complain.

"Lola has a task to perform today. All day long, and you're going to help with it."

"Oh?," Brandie demurred.

"No! No way! Absolutely not!!!" said Lola emphatically, one of her feet beginning to tap the floor.

He regarded Lola patiently, much like a parent watching a child protesting its bedtime. It wasn't a matter of if the child went to bed, it was a matter of when.

"Yes." He said. "Yes indeed. You see, we're all out of get-along sweaters. After what happened in the room and the running around after that, something had to be done. We can't have rivals here. There's no room for it. As much as I'd like to make you two kiss and make up, I don't think that would work either."

Lola made a face at that. Brandie kept her mouth shut, but didn't look very happy.

"So you're going to hash it out. Together, by yourselves. You have until Sundown to figure something out."

"What are we doing, other than the hashing-it-out thing?" Asked Brandie.

"Well, Lola's on punishment detail, why doesn't matter. She's going to be spending all day masturbating in the commons." The Man said.

"Oh that's just too bad." Said Brandie with false sympathy to Lola, turning slightly to face her. "I'm just sure you'll manage it somehow."

"That's correct, because you're going to be helping her through it." He followed up.

"Oh." Said Brandie, she'd stepped right into it, and Lola gave a self-satisfied smile.

"All day. You're her assistant."

"Oh..." Brandie sounded less than thrilled.

"You'll be keeping hands off her while she works through the day and making sure she's kept hydrated and upright."

Neither girl looked thrilled at that.

"I figured an assistant needs a uniform, something to help tie her in with the main act. You know, like a team. Because that's what you are today, a team. Rise together or fall together." He got up and picked up a dented cardboard box from the side of his bed, handing it to Brandie.

"This is yours! Try it on!" now he was the one smiling.

Brandie looked puzzled, pushed open the ragged flaps and... pulled out something long and somewhat fluffy. It was a pair of bunny ears. Playboy bunny ears! Inside the box were a pair of cuffs, bow tie, and a fake poofy white tail!

"Oh no! No no no!" Brandie said in dismay! She held the box at arm's length as if it stunk!

"That's racist." Fumed Lola crossing her arms under her breasts, making them push up and out. Her whiskers twitched in annoyance.

"I doubt it, but I don't care if it is. That's what your wearing." He said turning at Brandie. She immediately looked away, "Right?"

"Yes." Said Brandie, still looking like she wanted to drop the box and give it a kick.

He turned to Lola. She held his gaze fractionally longer, before looking at the floor. Something about those eyes... they weren't right.

"Good!" He said before sitting back down at his computer table. There was an awkward pause as the three looked at each other.

"Oh. Uhh... okay. Thanks!" Said Brandie, finally getting the picture, and turned to go. Lola got it a few heartbeats later--they'd been dismissed. The talk was over... and... they were just supposed to get the picture. Brandie had, Lola hadn't.

"Fine. Bye." She said. Part of her remembered the berating she'd gotten earlier on about "not knowing how to have a conversation."

"Really?" he said incredulously, cocking his head and spreading his arms. "That's it?"

Lola wasn't in the mood for this, but realized she had to be! Her brush off response wasn't going to cut it at all, and frankly, she needed to stop doing things like that. Oh she wanted to be curt, snippy even, but that always lead to trouble, and it took longer to deal with the trouble, to clean up the 'mistakes', than it was to just play along. When you didn't have any power, you played the game until you did. The sooner the game was done, the sooner you got out, until the next game came along... and the next.

Lola stood there, swallowed her pride and pushed down her sense of worth, and any notion of fairness as far as it would go!

"_Sooo_sorry about that!" she said, opening her eyes wide for emphasis, to show she was sincere. "Had a great time! Thanks for, you know, letting me cum." She gave him a wink and a smile at that. "Gotta go and work off my debt! Big day ahead of me! Bye-bye for now!"

Lola figured since she'd "screwed up", she had to go the extra mile at making it better. She made her hips swayed from side to side when both girls left.

Once outside, there was a sense of relief shared by both girls.

"And just what were you doing back there?" Brandie asked. Her accent made the word sound like 'thar'.

"What?" asked Lola defensively. She glared at the box the other woman was carrying.

"That silly walk of yours."

"My what!?"

"This." Brandie smirked and then comically swing her ass out from side to side as they went down the path.

"I don't walk like that." Lola glowered.

"Oh but you do honey-bunny. You surely do!" Brandie snapped her gum in a pop of spearmint.

"I'm not sure you could see through those stupidly large tits to get a good look." Lola said defensively.

"Why I _do_declare!" Brandie said grinning, eyes looking up at the trees as they walked. "The hare is all up in arms today." She was holding her box across her belly as she went.

"You know they make you look like a total slut." Lola said.

Brandie just looked deadpan at the shorter blonde as they went. "You want to think that through and try again?"

Lola realized what she'd done and grimaced. They were on an island, being trained to become sluts! Everything they were made to do or say yelled, "SLUT!" at the top of its lungs! Of course, she looked like a slut, that was the whole point! Lola had played an old-world insult card that had no power here.

"Sorry." Said Lola.

There was silence for a moment was they walked to the commons.

"Now that I did not expect." She Brandie caught a little flat footed by the apology. She was used to fighting, being constantly attacking and never giving ground or admitting defeat, especially when people were watching. So, when a surprise apology sprang up out of the blue, Brandie found it took the wind out of her sails. She was the one who had to do the apologizing to the men: minor infractions, imagined slights, or just because they wanted her to feel in their debt just because they could. She tried to remember when the last time she someone had said sorry to her, without provoking or demanding it. She couldn't!

"Well... okay then." Brandie said awkwardly. Neither said anything else until they reached the commons.

"Besides. We sort of..." Lola said, trailing off. This was awkward. It was far easier to get mad at someone than to, well, not be mad that them! Part of that meant having to confess she was wrong to have a ruckus and disrupt the community. Saying she was sorry was hard for her!

"We're sorta have to get a long?" Brandie said grinning. That was the exact words Lola's trainer had used.

"Yes." Lola said, fuming a little.

"Like sisters?" Brandie said smile broadening rapidly.

"I don't know about that." Lola said raising an eyebrow.

Brandie stopped her, standing in front of the smaller woman, still grinning.

"I think it should be like sisters. I mean we're both blondes, and we're both girls... soooo" She snapped her gum and made sure her breasts were directly in front of Lola's face.

"That's...uhhhh..." Lola's complaints felt apart as Brandie's smooth orbs started to fill her field of view, until there was almost nothing else to see. Brandie knew they had that effect on people, it was almost like her own superpower, and she liked using it.

"That's what?" She teased softly, feeling Lola's whiskers tickle the sides of her breasts, making her pink nipples stiffen a little at the feathery strokes.

"That's... not possible." Lola said, trying to look Brandie in the face between the rapidly closing chasm of other woman's breasts! "You're not a ra... a... uh... a rabbit."

"Aw sugar, I wouldn't worry your little head over that." She closed the distance and Lola's face completely disappeared between Brandie's tits, only her ears were poking out the top of Brandie's cleavage. Brandie wrapped her arms around Lola before the smaller girl could escape. She felt Lola stiffen, but it was far too late to escape from Brandie's trap.

Brandie marveled once again how soft Lola felt! How the fur pressed against her own smooth tanned skin, tan on tan. It had been a while since she'd raped Lola on the rabbit's bed. Rape. That's what it had been, since there was no way Lola would have said yes on her own. Brandie liked the sound of that--she liked being on top and Lola had been a lot of problems lately. This was a chance to make things even again--put the little bad bunny back in her place. Brandie wasn't sure if she was going to be top girl again, but she was going to try hard to make things equal.

She rocked Lola back and forth, making the soft swells of her breasts rub along Lola's face. She stroked Lola's back, which probably did nothing but make the girl even more uncomfortable.

"We'll you'll just have to make me a rabbit and then we'll have no more excuses."

She gave Lola a squeeze and let her go. Brandie expected Lola to bolt down the path, but the bunny just stood there looking flustered, cheeks red as a firehouse! Not the response Brandie expected at all!

"Come on doll, lets get going."

"Don't call me d--oh forget it." Lola said sheepishly. As she walked, she felt the open-air tickle the gap between her thighs, and the lips of her mound. It had been months on this 'resort' and she was still getting used to it, but right now was so than normal. The same for her nipples--they tingled as she walked. Cupping her breast, Lola found them perky, and sniff. She quickly lowered her hand and looked away, embarrassed.

Brandie said nothing but smiled none the less.

There had been a small plywood stage set up in the center of the commons, about three feet high, and a step stool so Lola could reach the top. Brandie but the cardboard box down by it.

"That's it?" she said insidiously, looking up at the sun. It was still climbing in the sky and promised to be hot all day long. "I'm going to burn up!" her fur coat wasn't going to help matters at all.

"It's up to us to make it work." Said Brandie. "What else do you need?"

"We'll some shade for one." Lola said noticing there wasn't an ounce of that anywhere around the center of the commons. Brandie nodded.

"That's it?" Lola asked hesitantly.

"Something tells me you have never been on punishment duty." Brandie said looking down at the softer blonde.

"Well, no." Lola said. "What else do I need?" Lola hoped Brandie wasn't going to say "Bullhorn".

"How about water?" Brandie said.

"Ohhh, good point." Lola said, remembering she was supposed to be out here until the sun went down.

"And a towel." Brandie continued. Normally she wasn't this helpful, but she'd been tasked to be the rabbit's 'assistant', so she knew better than to do a bad job.

"Towel?" Lola said, arching an eyebrow.

"Yea, to wipe off the sperm when they cum on you." Brandie said straight faced.

"What." Said Lola, her ears drooping.

"You're on display honey bunny. Every boy here knows what punishment detail means--they can't touch you, but that doesn't' mean they aren't going to have their fun! So yea, you need a towel."

"Oh god." Said Lola, her nose flicking up and down.

"And most importantly: lube."

Lola just stared at this point.

"Bless my heart!" Brandie said, shaking her head. "You've only done it once and stopped? Every day? Just one-and-done?" She didn't wait for Lola to respond. "Hmm-hmmm I thought so. Honey bunny, you're going rub yourself raw in under an hour if you do that."

Lola shuddered at the thought and pressed her legs together.

"You see, punishment detail is about being sorry for, 'what you done', but it's also about problem solving and making the best of a bad situation. He's doing to be watching to see how you do--how much trouble do you get yourself into, while you're trying to work off the trouble, you're already in."

Lola blinked. There was a horrible sort of logic to it. She kept discovering that this place was like an onion--there were hidden meanings to just about everything! There was a key to the bigger picture that she wasn't grasping yet!

"Oh of course he won't come by and watch you, no they don't like to do that. Well some do, but you know what I mean. But he'll know. He'll have someone else tell him or he'll watch you through the cameras. He'll know." Brandie shook her head in the affirmative; she spoke from past experience.

"Well... okay then." Lola said, trying to reassess the situation. It had sounded so easy--just masturbate all day. Humiliating, completely degrading, but easy. Turns out it wasn't easy. "Should we start with the shade?"

Brandie nodded. "Easy things first."

The patio area that overlooked the beach had plenty of long dining tables and over-sized white and red umbrellas set in round concrete bases to provide shade. This is where Lola and Brandie had chased Lola in their last confrontation, shortly before Brandie had stopped being her roommate. Now they were returning to the same place to work together to get something she needed. Lola couldn't help but feel the irony of situation. If Brandie felt anything, she kept it to herself. Together they rolled the concrete base over and back to the commons, their backs complaining loudly by the end of it.

After the umbrella was set up, the duo made their way back to the utility rooms inside the compound, to find something for her to sit on. It was commonly known as the Mattress Room; the one Lola had woken up in on her first day. Lola stood in the doorway again, this time looking in, instead of looking out, and saw all the picture of the girls up on the walls. Her picture was there now too, nestled in between all the others, becoming part of the wallpaper. She recognized many of the faces in the pictures, not all, but many. Where were the rest?

"Jeez, I look like a mess." Lola said, squinting at the Polaroid pinned on the wall. She was all weepy. "I like it when you look at me." She said softly.

"Uh-huh." Nodded Brandie, more interested in finding a mattress, than remembering old times. Her photo was probably up on the wall too, but it didn't interest her. Lola had refused to use her own mattress, so they had to haul one out of storage, pushing and sliding it down the hall. Lola found it smelled like another girl but doubted there was one that didn't.

They stopped again outside of the doctor's office, walked in without knocking. The room seems to have been reorganized, someone had recently straightened up the piles of papers at least. Doc Wayland turned around from the table he was sitting at, and his eyes went wide.

"Oh no!" he exclaimed, looking back and forth to see if they'd been followed. "Not you two!"

The good doctor had crossed the line with Lola the last time all three of them had been in his office; fucking her before she was greenlit by her 'Trainer'. Both girls drunk and looking for favors and he'd pierced Lola's belly button. He'd gotten a shiner from Lola's boss when he found out. It had been his fault, but worth it! Not this time though!

With the girls were back in his office, a silvery spike of unease shot up Wayland's spine! Trying not to linger on the more ample parts of their nakedness, he put the examination table between them. They didn't' seem drunk, but after the blow up he'd heard about, there had to be a reason for them to be casually together again.

"Okay, whatever it is you're selling, I'm not buying. Not this time!" he said, although he really would like to be buying!

"It's not like that doc." Lola said, entering the room and leaning on the inside wall, folding her arms under her breasts. Her eyebrows were raised, and she looked at Brandie, who returned the look! In all Brandie's days here on the island, this was the closest to distrust she'd ever seen on one of the men. It looked close to fear!

Lola had apparently picked up on that too. Her tail twitched.

"Yea, I just need--" Lola started.

"No." Wayland cut in.

"--lube." Lola continued.

"Ahhh... what is with you?" Wayland said feeling trapped now. This was a trick that was going to get him another shiner.

"What?" Lola said.

"You're doing it again! Trying to tempt me! To get me in trouble!" Wayland said holding onto the examination table.

Lola's ears went flat. Brandie stared.

"Don't play coy, you want me to fuck you again! Just like last time!" Wayland lamented.

Both girls were staring blankly now.

"And I want to! But you know I can't!" he pointed at Lola for emphasis. "Your_boss made that absolutely _crystal clear! The green light hasn't been given for your little slit!"

"Don't remind me." Lola said grumpily. The fact someone else had control who could have sex with her bothered Lola deeply. She was the one who was supposed to control her body, who said yes or no... but that wasn't the case. She didn't have that power, and she wondered if she ever would again. Not knowing when the rest of her was going to be "up for grabs" worried her--it was a sword hanging over her head ready to drop at any moment. It could happen today, or next week... it made her worry, a thunderhead on the horizon that wouldn't go away! Not knowing was eating her up little by little every day.

"We're not here for sex." Brandie said, and thought she'd never being saying that.

Wayland squinted at her suspiciously.

"Oh my goodness no." Brandie said, trying to talk him out from behind his table. "The little bunny here's on punishment detail, she's gotta make amends. We're also kinda on a deadline, boss man's orders and I think you know which one that is!" Brandie tried as best she could to make it sound like an excuse.

Wayland gulped.

"Besides, you can have sex with little ol' me anytime you want remember?" Brandie said giving her breasts a little bounce as she half turned.

Lola's first instinct was going to roll her eyes, but she stopped herself as she watches Brandie diffuse the situation. Brandie was a self-centered bitch most of the time, but she knew how to use the system, and here she was doing exactly that. Lola's eyes flicked back and forth between Brandie and Wayland and watched his posture change, as she went to work on him.

"And I do declare it's been been a while hasn't it? You look tighter than the bark on a tree!" she giggled.

"We'll... I have been busy." Wayland tried to duck that question. He'd been avoiding people because of the shiner he'd received for his indiscretions with the blonde rabbit.

Lola felt a little stab of envy--Brandie seemed so smooth and relaxed, as if she was just selling him a pair of shoes, instead of a good time. Lola watched Brandie's body shift, tilt, and wiggle. Coming on to someone was just natural for her! She'd tried to play the slut, and had stumbled all over it, and had a mental episode, some serious cognitive dissonance! No, she was anything but relaxed when it came to that! If she was going to go anywhere, that would have to change.

"I tell you what. Why don't I... oh I don't know... drop on by when I'm done with the bunny and you can play doctor as much as you like!" There was an alluring quality in her voice, a siren's promise!

Wayland nodded, leaning forward. Lola paid attention.

"But... Right now, we need some lube. Bunny's got a lot of work in front of her and we need something to make it easier... to go in." Brandie brought things full circle.

"Oh? Has she been..." He asked hopefully.

"No." Both girls said at the same time.

Chapter 60

They half pushed, half pulled the two mattresses to the stage. It was slow progress as the things kept slipping out of their hands. One was rolled partially up to create the backrest the second one draped over to form the 'bed' Lola would stay on. The bottle of lube placed neatly on the side.

In the old world, Lola had an assistant, an off-and-on helper that the team provided when they did press appearances. Nothing much, just a coordinator and personal assistant. Now that Lola was here, on Sex Island, or whatever they called it, it seemed that life was mimicking itself, although Lola bet that Brandie would blow her top if Lola called her that.

Already there were a few curious souls hanging about, understanding full well that something interesting was about to happen. They'd seen it before- some 'mistake' had made, some infraction that warranted public humiliation; something to put a girl in her place. Or a lesson that needed learning.

"Okay." Lola said, her heart thumping from nerves as much as the physical activity.

"Okay then." Brandie replied.

"I... guess this it." Lola said. She was still trying to work up the nerve to get up on that little stage of shame. It was a lot different than the false safety of her room.

"Yep." Said Brandie.

There was an awkward pause.

Lola finally took a deep sigh and started to climb up. "Okay I gu--"

"Wait now." Brandie said.

Lola turned to her.

"We're almost ready but not yet." Brandie tutted.

"What?" Lola asked.

Brandie sighed and picked up the box Lola's trainer had given her. She reached in and pulled out a pair of Playboy bunny ears.

"I just have to wear these. And I need someone to put my tail on." She wiggled her rear. "Don't want it to be off center, and I do believe if there is one person who knows where a cotton tail should go, it would be you."

While Brandie hadn't been so acidic today, Lola could tell she was still going to enjoy as much of this as she could. The order was they had to get along, but it didn't look like it was going to be all forgives and forgets.

Brandie smiled, and handed Lola the white cotton tail. Lola scowled.

"You see? It's got a little adhesive patch on the back. You just peel..."

"I _know_how it works." Said Lola, snatching the fake rabbit tail from the other woman. Brandie turned around and stuck out her rear, earning more disdain. While Lola wanted to stick it in her hair, she knew there was a point to all of this--to everything He did have a point to it, so she played along, self-censoring her urges. The tail was a white mound of cotton fluff, light and bouncy, wrapped up in itself--a little piece of sexism to be placed right over the cleft of Brandie's ass.

Brandie put the ears on, the little neck choker and the cuffs. Brandie's eyes were coyly drooping down part way.

"Do I look like a real rabbit?" She said demurely crooking her arms in front of her, hands down turned like fake paws. She made a few shallow hops. "Did I do it right?"

The audience nodded yes. Lola looked like she was going to spit nails.

"Racist big titted empty headed cu--" she muttered.

"What was that?" Brandie cooed cocking a hand to her ear.

"Nothing dear." Lola said fake smiling.

"Oh, that's good!" Brandie beamed. "We're supposed to get along now after all."

Lola looked at the crowd, and saw they were already enjoying the show. She realized she was falling for Brandies barbs and being made a spectacle for it; Brandie was getting the better of her in front of an audience.

"Okay! I guess on with the show!" Lola said turning once again back to the stage.

"Ah... well..." Brandie said.

"Yes?" Lola said through gritted teeth.

"I don't look like a rabbit." Brandie pouted.

Lola looked at the taller woman, who was grinning.

"I just don't feel like a bunnyyyy." Brandie rolled her eyes to the sky and pouted some more.

"Do I?" Brandie asked the gathering crowd. "Do I look like a real bunny?"

At first there was a mixed response, but then people got on the same page and responded with 'no'.

"That's right!" Brandie said, pointing to random people. "That's right! I don't Look. Like. A. Bunny."

"Oookay. I give up." Lola said, glancing around, a little surprised by how many people were already showing up. "How do you look more like a bunny?"

"I'm so glad you asked!" Brandie said, fishing around in the box and pulling out a few pots of paint and assorted brushes.

Lola stared at them. Then at Brandie.

"We're both blondes, but I just gotta look like you!" She waggled the supplies in her hand impishly. "Captain's orders."

"He's a captain?" Lola asked surprised.

"Well bless your heart, you really are a true blonde." Brandie said and a snicker went up through the crowd. She handed them to Lola who stared at the paint jars. They were her colors. Three shades and they already matched her fur!

"I... I don't know how to do this." Lola said.

"What? You don't know how to make more bunnies?" Brandie said making little downward paws of her hands and gave a few hops. This was met with laughter from the spectators!

"Jesus Christ. Give me a break! For someone who 'want's to be like sisters' you really aren't making it easy!" Lola said.

"Honey bunny, you obviously have never had sisters! Why as kids, I'd be lucky if one of my sisters didn't try and cut off half my hair when I was sleepin'. It's just a sign of affection!" Brandie said. "Now really, what's so hard to figure out? You put the paint on the brush, then you put the brush on me until I look like you. Come on, there's really just two steps." Brandie shrugged.

The crowd agreed, and Lola realized she had to please two masters. Her trainer, and the viewing audience, and the 2nd one was much fickler, and could turn on her if she didn't get on with the show.

She took one of the paint pots, and dunked the good sized brush in it. Brandie stood dutifully still, but her grin went clear across her face! She put the brush to Brandies flesh and started obscuring one tan with another.

"Ohhh... pain avoidance." Brandie said and clucked her tongue.

"Pain avoidance?" Lola said adding to what she started along Brandie's outer thigh.

"You'll see." Brandie said, and resisted wiggling. The brush tickled!

Lola kept working the left side of Brandie's thigh and began traveling down her leg, past the knee and across the calf. Then she went to work on foot. The brush wasn't a delicate little one, it was a house painters brush, and Lola had a lot of ground to cover. Painting a human was novel since the paint went on so easy! This would have never worked with a real rabbit--she'd have had to use an airbrush or a good dye pen. But on a human, it was like painting anything else--the paint went on and it stuck! Brandie would barely need a second coat, maybe a few touch ups but not much.

If anyone had expected Lola to look at herself for guidance, they were going to be disappointed. Lola knew what she looked like, what her pattern was. She'd grown up being able to look in a mirror, so there was zero wondering going on her head. She finished Brandie's toes, a little piece of revenge scored when she gave the woman's painted toenails a good shellacking. She was heading back up when Brandie spoke up.

"Ah-ah-ahhhh! Aren't you forgetting something?" Brandie asked.

"Well, I have to do the other color later but..."

"What about the bottom of the feet? You have color there, too right?" Brandie said, wiggling her toes so they wouldn't stick together.

"Bottom? The paint will come off there!"

Brandie looked at her.

"Nobody cares about the bottom of the feet! You won't see them!" Lola protested.

"I'm pretty sure he wants you to do it all, and that means the bottom of the feet." Brandie said.

"For fucks sake..." Lola gritted her teeth since Brandie was already lifting her foot.

The girls of the island usually wore sandals, but even with those, there was a lot of walking around in nature. Brandie was no different, and her sole had a good uniform callus on it. Not too thick, but it was there--a thicker flesh pad along the bottom of her foot. It needed to be cleaned off, bits of dirty and grass stems were plastered here and there. Lola thought about painting over all of it but didn't want another lecture and began to dust it off.

"Maybe... you could use your tongue?" Brandie said wolfishly.

"Maybe... you could hold this for me while I work?" Lola said innocently. She took the handle of the brush and moved toward Brandie who held out her hand to receive it. Except Lola went past the outstretched hand and with a head full of steam, placed the brush handled at the opening of Brandie's pink pussy mound, and pushed up!

There was an appreciative "Ohhhh!" from the crowd! Brandie looked like she'd just taken a bite out of lemon!

"Hold on to that for me doll, would you? Thanks!" Lola said, leaving only the brush head exposed, and firmly in place. "I gotta make sure I do this right. Don't worry, you got this!"

Brandie gritted her teeth, and stared into the mid-stance, and didn't say anything else. Lola went back to work cleaning off Brandie's foot, flicking off the bits and pieces picked up from their wanderings, and then getting a new brush out and some pink paint. Brandie made sure to put her foot down so Lola had to start all over, but Lola figured she was still coming out the winner on this round. Once the base color was placed, then the pads went on, the soft round parts of the underside of Lola's foot. She did her best on those, having never spent much time staring at the soles of her own foot.

Brandie squeaked.

"What was that?" Lola asked.

"The brush... It tickles." Brandie said.

"Which one?" Lola asked innocently and that got chuckles out of the crowd.

She waited for the paint to dry and then spanked Brandie's other leg with the brush. "Now this one."

Brandie lowered and lifted, and Lola went to work, first with the flat color and then drawing in the pink lumpy pads.

"Done." Lola said, and put the pink away. She almost hesitated in reaching for her original brush but couldn't back down now. It came out quietly and a shiver went up Brandie's spine. Lola got a towel and cleaned it off.

Lola continued to the work, redecorating Brandie's flesh moving up her chest, grimacing while she painted the woman's larger breasts. No need to paint the areolas--they were already pink. The paint went on, and on and on, the belly a lighter shade than the back. Brandie held up her hair as Lola worked on her back, letting it down when it felt dry.

It was awkward when working on Brandie's face as the taller woman wouldn't stop staring at her! There was a tension between them as Lola put the little triangle nose on and painted around Brandie's full lips. Lola couldn't look away, but could feel Brandie starting at her, instead of off in the distance. Brandie couldn't say anything while Lola worked, or it would mess things up. There was almost a sigh of relief when Lola was done.

Brandie was mostly finished, and while she didn't look like a rabbit, she did have the patterns of one. The long sleek swooping curves up her side between the ones of paint, accessing the swells of the woman's body. There was one noticeable area still left to do--the insides of Brandie's hips and her Venus mound.

"Saving the best for last?" Brandie said smiling.

The onlookers were smirking, enjoying the banter as much as they did two naked women having to perform penance for their enjoyment! Lola grimaced. She couldn't believe she set herself up for this! She'd avoided Brandie's privates almost as if she was trying to pretend it wasn't there.

"See? I told you it was pain avoidance. You could have started there and been done with it, but instead you have a grand finale!"

Brandie, with practiced ease and hands on her hips, spreads her legs apart to give Lola a better view.

Lola found herself staring down at Brandie's slit, paint brush in hand, realizing she was too tall to get the job done. She was going to have to bend down, squat on her haunches before the other woman. Could she have messed this up any further? Worse was Brandie knew it too.

She couldn't spend all day glaring at Brandie's cooch, but Lola really didn't want to get down and finish the job! They stared at each other, two gunfighters waiting for the other to make the first move. Lola could almost feel her knees creaking as she knelt trying to delay the next step. She wasn't a lesbian! This wasn't something a girl did on a whim!

The crowd didn't like! Being teased a little was ok--there was a reward at the end of the show. Being denied? That was a hard no. There were rumbles of discontent, with the few women in the audience dutifully keeping their mouths shut.

"What'cha waiting for blondie? It's not like you haven't seen it before." Someone jeered.

Lola could feel the crowd edging in, a level of frustration building within. It felt like a muscle being tensed, flexing, ready to strike. They'd been happy a moment before, but now? Now they looked serious. Worst yet, none of it was directed at Brandie. It was solidly aimed at her!

"That problem is that two hot girls, really hot girls, were about to get it on, and then _one_of them stopped." The voice in her spoke up nice and chipper.

Lola had never been so relieved to it! This voice knew what to do! It was extremely creepy that it sounded like her voice but wasn't exactly hers. It was a split--the Good Girl Lola and the Bad Girl Lola.

"You waved a steak in front of a hungry feral and took it away. If you don't give them the steak, you're going to get bit."

"But it's gross!" Lola said. "It's... god who knows where it's been?"

"Do you want to get bit?" Asked her head voice again.

"No! But..." Lola said.

"Are you... talking to my pussy?" Brandie asked a little confused. She snapped her gum again in annoyance. While Lola was the problem, there was always the chance she was going to get some of the blame form the dumb bunny's hesitancy, and there would be nothing she could do about it. She liked happy people, and these weren't exactly happy people--men on the island didn't like being told no!

"This is something you're going have to do yourself." Her head voice said. "I'm not bailing you out of this one."

"Why?" She asked, secretly hoping the other side would, 'just do it' like last time!

"Because this is something you can do. By yourself. You can do it."

Lola was going to respond but she knew the other voice was gone.

"Damn." Lola said, eye level with Brandie's slit. She took a deep breath...

"Ohhh!" Brandie said, eyes going wide for a moment, before a broad smile began to spread like warm sunshine over her face! "Now that's more like it!"

Lola had broken the stalemate and gone in and placed her soft little muzzle right on Brandie's clit! That has been unexpected, but completely welcome! When the rabbit had finally made her move, it had been a good one! Brandie was used to women as she was with men, easily sliding into bed with anyone, and enjoyed a good tongue message, especially from a new girl!

"Ahhh...mmhh... heheh... her whiskers t-tickle!" She said to the audience.

There they were, two blondes in the middle of a growing crowd--one on her knees, face firmly planted between the legs of larger one! The was a ripple of approval as they watched, energy and tension beginning to spark in the onlookers as people jostled for a better look! There was a lot of attractive women on the island, but these two, they were top shelf! The fact that had been rivals and now were on kissing terms was only adding to the excitement!

"Mmmhhhh... yea, use that little tongue baby bunny" Brandie moaned, little shivers going up her legs. Her hand stroked the top of Lola's head, where her hair was held by her signature purple scrunchie, and along her soft ears.

Lola felt the heat of Brandie's pussy radiating into her muzzle, as the woman's dampness became wetter! It was beginning to coat her lips and chin, as Lola continue to lick and nuzzle Brandie's pink gumball! The taste of the other woman filled her mouth when she stuck her tongue in deeper, wiggling it around in the warm pink depths!

It was the first time she'd tasted another woman's sex, and it felt like another level of her virginity had just been popped! Rug munching another woman... in public: Check! Orrr maybe this was the first time she'd done it while sober? Lola still wasn't entirely sure what had happened when Brandie had gotten her drunk, other than she'd woken up with a piercing. Her cheeks flushed at that, the humiliation burring through her ears as she was made to lap at Brandie's Venus mound! Lola didn't know what she was doing, but she knew what she thought _she_would like, remembering what a short-term boyfriend had done to her in bed. Now she moved her tongue like he had his. Brandie squealed!

"OOhh Ohhohohohhhhhhh! Sh-she's going for the g-gold! MMMHHHHH!" Brandie shivered and bit her glossy bottom lip! Both hands were on Lola's head, pressing Lola's face to her pussy! Brandie began bucking her hips, unable to stop! She was rubbing her snatch almost Lola's face, almost washing it with her pussy juice! Brandie was shuddering now, her breasts bobbing up and down as her breaths came faster and faster! Her arms trembled as a warm tension began to build between her legs, building like thunder heads!

"That's it! Mmhhh... dontstopdontstop! Mama wants to ahhh... to cum!" Brandie said, voice rising! She was getting loud, giving the audience as show! Brandie knew what people wanted to see and hear, and she would deliver! Lola was making it easy, as her pink tongue explored Brandie's snatch, with delightful rapidity! It was enough to...

"That's it... tha... th... ahhmmm AHHH! Oh YESSS YESSS!" Brandie wailed happily, almost standing on her toes that those erotic thunder clouds exploded in her belly, and she came! Brandie held Lola's head tightly to her cunt, her pussy spasming with delight! If Lola had any complaints, they were lost inside Brandie's folds!

The onlookers approved, jeering and clapping, punctuated with a few sharp whistles! People laughed as Brandies' breasts heaved up and own, nipples hard form the arousal, mouth open lustfully!

Lola squirmed her way from Brandie's grip, gasping, her face a complete mess! So were Brandie's thighs, but Lola thought that if Brandie wanted that part re-painted, she could do it herself!

"Uhhh... it's in my nose!" Lola snorted, reaching for the towels they'd brought. Brandie leaned heavily on the makeshift stage as Lola tried to clean up. No matter what she did, she couldn't get the other woman's smell off her face! It was going to linger until she got a shower. UGH!

"Now? Now can we begin?" Lola asked the painted woman.

"There is one more thing. One _tiny_more thing." Brandie gasped, fanning her face with her hand.

"What." Lola didn't have the energy for this, straightening her hair.

Brandie reached into her box and pulled out a second set of Playboy ears.

"No... You're joking." Lola said staring.

Brandie wiggled it.

"No... that's... th..." Lola said her brain rejecting the idea.

"'Fraid not honey-bunny. It's in there for a reason." Brandie pushed it toward the rabbit.

The audience liked where this was going.

"Buhhhhh... I already _have_ears!" Lola protested, taking and holding it like it was a stick of dynamite.

"Lucky you, now you have two. Sets. Two sets of ears." Brandie said.

Lola just stared at the sexist costume piece and wanted to chuck it. But that was the problem when you couldn't say no--you couldn't say no.

"And that's the way it's going to stay if you don't start being someone important. You're a foot stool now, but later... later things will be different." Lola thought to herself. She was conscious of how much she was rationalizing what she had to do--how much she was telling herself that what she was doing was okay. That this was part of her plan and not some slippery slope she was already sliding down.

She put on the ears and the crowd clapped its appreciation!

"Okay! _Now_we begin." Lola said, feeling incredibly stupid with her Playboy ears. She started to get up on the stage.

"ATTENTION. ATTENTION PLEASE." Said the PA system a little too loud, sending a squeal feedback at the end, reminding many of their time in high school.

"What now?" Lola asked, almost dreading the answer.

But then it hit her--this could be a reprieve! This could be like the governor calling in a stay of execution five minutes before midnight! Her heart thudded at the thought! She had done as they asked, and even gone the extra mine with her impromptu girl-on-girl show! That must have counted for something.

"LOLA BUNNY..." it started, then there was a sound of pages being shuffled.

YES! She thought! This was it! She'd passed His test! This was the pardon! Her eyes were round with anticipation. Lola Bunny had done it again!

"...LOLA BUNNY IS NOW GREEN LIT. GREEN LIGHT FOR EVERYONE."

Chapter 61

"G-green lit?" Lola asked, suddenly not so confident.

"It means, someone gave the green light to fuck you." Brandie grinned. "To everyone."

"Oh shit." Lola squeaked, her stomach dropping like an elevator. Her eyes were huge now, knees knocking!

"THAT IS ALL." The PA said and turned off with an audible click.

The crowd, and it was a crowd now, turned to her. Turned on her! There were a lot of smiles now, and they were all hungry! Sharks were circling her from every direction!

"Now... we don..." Lola started, smiling nervously, but people were ignoring her. Belts were being unbuckled in record time! The sounds of metal rasping on metal, and fabric hitting the ground was all around her.

"Who won this week's lottery?" Someone asked.

"Sammy." Came the response. There was general agreement.

"I did!" Sammy said, nudging his way to the front.

"Crap, hoping he wasn't here." Someone grumbled. "Did you cash in yet?"

"Nope!" Sammy said happily.

"Well shit. Okay. What a week to win the lottery." Said a man shaking his head.

"What does that mean?" Lola asked the man called Sammy as he approached her, his erection visibly stiffening!

"Means I get to fuck you first!" He said, grinning.

"Oh...ha. Ha. Lucky... _gulp,_Lucky you." Lola said teeth chattering. Her eyes flicked to the other men edging closer. Apparently, there wasn't going to be any privacy here either!

Sammy, a man with entirely too many freckles and raging erection, put his hands on her knees and pulled them apart, splaying her legs open like rusty hinges. Lola saw him do it and hadn't realized she'd clamped her legs shut! He forced them wider, until her knees were on the little stage, exposing her little muff to the crowd! She could feel him ogling her, objectifying her, lingering over her breasts and finally her pussy.

"His prize." Lola thought to herself. "He won the 'weekly lottery' and got me!" Part of her fuming about not having any say in the matter. Her body was someone else's trophy, her thoughts on the matter remained in her mouth, unspoken because nobody would listen; they wouldn't matter. What she thought wouldn't matter to anyone! Was she going to let him fuck her? Could she stop him? No. No she couldn't. She couldn't top anyone doing what they wanted until she rose up in 'rank' and had some say over... anything!

"But hell! I'm a good guy!" Sammy said with a false humility, beginning to stroke his cock, lining up with Lola's trembling slit. His cock head seemed tremendously big to her as she stared at it! She was clenching her stomach. "See? I'm first. But that doesn't mean I'm going to be mean about it! She's got plenty of other man-pleasers, like her little cock-washer mouth here." Sammy stuck his finger in Lola's mouth and forced it open, making her stick out her tongue.

"And I don't mind if people get right to work! No waiting in line if you want a piece of this tail! I just going to spend some quality time in her bunny maker!"

"Oh god!" Lola shuddered as she saw the crowd surge forward, angling for her face, hands and other vulnerable parts! Her heart was beating so fast, hammering in her chest, hitting red line!

"Maybe..." The voice in her head said. "Maybe now would be a good time?"

"For?" Lola said, her vision beginning to blur as her brain was getting too many alarm signals all at once.

"To swap out. How about I take one of the team? Because you look like you're going to have a heart attack."

They were almost on her, their shadows crossing over her body. She could feel Sammy's cock nuzzling at her opening!

"Yes." She said.

There was a pop and a tingle in her nose as if her sinuses had suddenly cleared. Then...

Chapter 62

Lola felt the weight of the world lift and blow away! Stress bled out of her in invisible rivers! It was such amazing sweet relief! The live wire stiffness disappeared as Lola's body relaxed and calm flooded in, washing the adrenaline out.

Lola felt like she was reclining in a lawn chair, in a huge empty space lit up by a screen of light hanging in front of her; almost like watching a movie. A BIG screen movie. It was a one she didn't want to watch but didn't have any choice. It was the movie of her life after all, and she was the leading lady!

"I'm inner Lola now." She said to... to where? Inside her head? Watching the world through her own eyes?

"Mhhmm I'm waiting for my lucking winner!" Outer Lola purred, not needing to have her legs kept open anymore. "Want to make a deposit in the bank?"

"Ugh!" Inner Lola shivered. "_Sooo_corny!"

But it worked! That bit of dirty talk was more than enough for Sammy to find her opening and start pressing in!

"Ahhh..." both Lola's said at the same time! She was free of the burden of choice walled up inside her skull, but not free of the consequences--she was still going to feel everything!

"That's it... fuck it! Make it yours..." Outer Lola coaxed.

Inner Lola flushed with a sudden rush of shame as she felt the stranger push his way into her! Sammy was the first to enter her most intimate of spaces that wasn't her trainer! Something that was reserved for her trainer! It should have been! It should have stayed his instead of given out to some nobody who... was the first in line!

"What?" Inner Lola almost shuddered! "What did I..."

She was interrupted as she felt someone close to her, hands turning her head to the side. Inner Lola watched the movie camera tilt as someone's cock, she couldn't see who, was closing in on her mouth! She had just enough time to watch Brandie getting laid back on the stage next to her, men's hands already grabbing and groping her painted body! People who didn't want to wait for Lola were going grab the next best thing! Brandie was sucked into the feeding frenzy around the bunny and both girls found themselves side by side! The crowd pounced on them like a pride of lions smelling blood--and began the assault!

A slap on the face caught her off guard and Lola took a moment to reorient! Her cheek stung from the smack, but only Inner Lola put her hand up defensively to her face, eyes watering!

"Look at me." The man said right in front of her. "Look at me and open that little subspecies mouth."

"Sorry, I--muphh!" A cock was already on her lips, smearing precum across them. Outer Lola's apology was cut off as he pushed it past her lips with an audible sigh! Inner Lola could feel the man's heat pulse in her mouth and taste him as he forced himself deeper! Inner Lola put her hands over her mouth but the feeling of a prick still filled it! She felt her lips forced open, her tongue pressed down, and then... just felt her mouth getting used! Her whole vision was filled with his belly, pulling back, pushing in, pulling back again, pushing and grunting into her pink lips; her whole world shrunk down to the base of his cock!

Someone found her hand and she felt it curl around another man's prick, his rough hand over hers! Outer Lola knew what was expected and to begin to stroke, to run her delicate fingers up and down his length, letting it slide through those soft paws of hers! She felt his veins pulse as she began to masturbate him! Her other hand was snatched up by someone else and put to good use. For a moment she lost her stride, hands becoming spasmodic as she tried to find a common rhythm. She couldn't see them but felt them thrusting through her delicate fingers! Eventually she got back on track, stroking both cocks, while Inner Lola wrung her hands as if she was holding something too hot!

Inner Lola moaned as she felt Sammy find his pace, beginning to fuck her in earnest, and felt his balls spank her mocha ass at the end of every thrust! Slap slap slap! Pleasure was forced into her with every thrust, sending erotic sparks flickering across her vision like a snow flurry! She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter as Sammy began to push deep, banging against her cervix! Shame broiled through her as her body reacted with desire and heat of her own! He was making her like it! Forcing her to like it! Inner Lola felt her hips began to buck, urging him onward, coaxing him on!

"Hmm... I remember watching you on ah the TV. All those basketball games." Sammy panted. "I said, "Bet she's tight"..."

He bucked his hips for emphasis, bouncing her and Lola groaned her approval through a mouthful of a stranger's dick! She clenched her pussy for emphasis, egging Sammy on!

"Nghhh! I damn if I wasn't right! Closest thing ah to a virgin here!" His kept knock, knock, knocking on her cervix! Slap slap slap!

Inner Lola was moaning now. Softly, but it was there, her chest rising and falling as she felt herself being manhandled! She'd tried to stop, to force her mouth shut but she couldn't stop any of it. She couldn't feel this good and keep quiet!

"Not fair! Ahh mhhh!" Inner Lola complained. "I didn't want thi--OOHHH oohh...mmmh. want this!"

Suddenly it became hard to breath! Something was on her chest, pressing between her breasts, something long and warm pushing between her tits! She began to squirm, her nose rapidly bobbing up and down, lungs complaining about oxygen! They weren't getting any.

"Hey! You're squashing her." A voice said. Was it one of men she was jerking off? She was squirming harder now, trying hard not to kick, but her legs were beginning to twitch on their own.

"So?" The thing on top of her said, pressing her breasts together around his cock while he thrusted at her chin.

"So, they said we could fuck her. Not fuck her up!" Was it Sammy? He sounded annoyed.

"What a bunch of whiners." The man, Lola was sure it was a man now, complained. However, there were more protests coming at others around her, almost pouring in; apparently nobody wanted their sex doll abused before they had their shot at her! The weight on her chest lifted as the person adjusted, and then went back to fucking her breasts! Before she'd come to the island, there wouldn't have been that much to work with, but after the hormone shots she'd gotten, they'd filled out nicely! Enough to satisfy.

Inner Lola's vision swirled as she tried to process what was happening! They were swarming around her, using her! Her hands, her mouth, ears, breasts--all of them being pulled and jerked in different directions! The soft fur only made rutting into her that much more enjoyable! Cocks glided across her fur, her lips, fingers and cunt! It was turning into one a blur, hard to keep track of what was happening where! The only thing she knew was that she absolutely wasn't in control... of anything! No part of her was off limits!

"AHHH! NOT NNNHHhhh ahhh ahhh ffaaahhh ahhh..." Inner Lola mewled weakly! Her resolve was deteriorating as she was manhandled! She couldn't defend against all that was happening, and her defenses were being overrun!

Cum suddenly filled her mouth, shooting hot and wet along the back of her throat! She could feel herself swallow, the sperm sliding down her throat as outer Lola whimpered her submission around his prick! She continued to suckle as the second man claimed her mouth that day, squirting his jizz past her lips in fits and satisfied jerks! Inner Lola couldn't escape any of it, no matter how hard she tried to pull an Inception! She felt her tongue play with his shaft as he drained cum and she guzzled it! The salty taste filled her mouth until she licked him clean!

"Thank you!" Outer Lola said, try to smile up at the person who had slapped her!

He grunted and turned away and was immediately replaced with another! A line had formed behind him, and someone else, hard and eager was stepping to the plate!

"Oh." Inner Lola said. Eyes going wide when she got a glimpse of the long_the line was! It was a stunned little squeak. Was _everyone here?

"How long you going to take?" Someone complained.

"Until the whore cums." Sammy said, sounding determined between his panting breaths. Lola could feel the orgasm building inside of her, the one he was relentlessly fucking into her, and knew she couldn't stop him from doing it! She was going to cum for him, it was going to happen. His prick felt red hot inside of her, an erotic heat filled her belly! She wanted more of it, to have it fill her entirely until there was nothing left but the bliss of being fucked!

Suddenly she felt someone start spurting into her hand! Sperm shot past her fingers and coated her arm, soaking into fur in wet sticky globs! She felt her fist gently coax him, squeezing ropes of jizz onto her, sliding her hand around his shaft in a sensual corkscrew! Where had she learned to do that? He left her with ropes of baby batter glistening between her fingers until she reached for a towel. No sooner had she cleaned off, than she felt someone else wrap her fingers around his dick and started the act all over again!

She was breathing harder now, hot puffs of breath exiting out her nose, mouth full and nursing! Her erotic moans were muffled, but still egged on those who were using her as the new island fuck toy! She whimpered and groaned with her mouth full, letting them know how much she appreciated her abusers! Her pussy was a ball of pleasure, lighting up her mind, blotting everything else out! She started to lose her rhythm, faltering as she grunted louder. The men just held on to her, hands forcing her relentlessly onward as her body began to tremble uncontrollably before...

"AHhhh AHHH oh FUCKFUCKKK MMMHHhh!" Inner Lola wailed!

Lola's whole body stiffened like was being electrocuted as she came! Her eyes flared wide as her orgasm exploded in her head, and her pussy clamped tight!

"OHH GODDD!" Inner Lola lewdly groaned as she came, toes pointing outward!

"Ha ha! She's doing it!" Sammy chuckled as blonde bunny bucked and spasmed at the end of his cock! Lola's eyes lost focus and rolled around in her skull as she rode the climax they'd forced into her, jerking as his cock shot jolts through her overly sensitive cunt!

"Ahhh fu...ooh fuck..." Inner Lola mewled. Why was it so good? Why was it so fucking good?

Outer Lola could say nothing, her head still held firmly in place by the man still fucking her mouth!

"Okay... ahhh... okay... stop." Inner Lola painted, trying to find some escape from her overly sensitive body! She wasn't getting any reprieve!

Instead she felt Sammy shudder and a foreign warmth filled her belly as he came inside her! He arched his back and pressed in hard, spurting his baby making ropes all over, white wishing the inside of her pussy! There was something primal about it, feeling the cock climaxing inside her! Something deep inside her brain felt satisfied, as if some primal need had finally been scratched. It was mixed with panic as Inner Lola felt the man's cream fill her belly, but it was also undeniably erotic, almost darkly so!

"That's it... shoot it... ahhh... all of it... that's it baby." Inner Lola groaned, and felt her cheeks turn red with shame for wanting it!

"YEAAA!" Sammy whooped when he was finally done spilling his seed into her snatch! "I did it! Nailed that cunt!" he said triumphantly, and Lola could hear hands slapping together, has he traded high-fives. Others cheered along with him, slapping him on the back as he pulled out and walked away from his conquest. Electric jolts of white-hot pleasure ran up and down her spine as he wetly slipped out of her, making her twitch! He'd gotten what he wanted, and he was done--he didn't care happened next, and he certainly wasn't going to help clean up.

"Okay... Phew... okay." Inner Lola tried to catch her breath and stay above the ocean of pleasure she was floundering in.

...only to have it snatched away again as someone else saddled up and took Sammy's place! She felt her lips part again, as another cock invaded its way into her rabbit hole! Her body squirmed with delight, welcoming in the newcomer!

"AHHH!" Inner Lola squeaked between clenched teeth! It was too soon! She was still too sensitive! Neon tracers immediately squirmed across her vision as she felt him enter her, whipping sharp knives of pleasure into her skull!

She also felt herself getting tired. She was in constant motion, people repeatedly using her over and over again; forcing her to please them! She felt the burn in her arms, the fast beat of her heart, and the heaving of her chest for air! She was disoriented now, rapidly losing focus with post orgasmic bliss thrown into the mix! Lola felt the man using her breasts start to cum, and sperm splattered her chin, making neck sticky. Her fur was becoming a mess, matted down in pools and strands of semi dry baby batter!

Her pussy dragged her attention back to it--relentless pulsing pleasure into her like a metronome. Push push push!

"Ahhh AHHHH! Ooh nooo..." Inner Lola could feel her body heating up again. They were giving her no time to recover, no time to rest, and her little abused pussy was lighting up again like a Christmas tree! Inner Lola tried to turn her hips away, but Outer Lola was having none of it, and kept those tan legs submissive spread wide. She heard a clicking noise but couldn't turn her head. Was someone taking pictures?

Her pussy lit up again, a lighthouse of blinding pleasure that caught Lola up and swung her around and around until her brain rattled and danced in her skull!

"Fuck! OOhh yess YESSS! MAKE ME CUM!" Inner Lola begged as her orgasm took all sense and modesty and threw it in the trash! She shuddered, nipples hard, and gargled lewdly into the cock in her mouth! It was a groan of unadulterated pleasure, long and satisfied--the sound of submission and desire!

Lola felt her body stiffen, shudder, and then everything began to dim.

"Ahhh... what?" Inner Lola said. The movie she was watching slowly went dark as her lids drooped, then slid shut. She was alone in the dark!

"I think she passed out!" She heard someone say outside.

"So? Not like that means anything." A voice responded, followed by laugher.

Inner Lola was buzzing with her forced orgasm, and... she could still feel it! Feel the hands on her, the cocks touching her, in her, nuzzling her! She could still feel everything!

"OhhhhHHHhhh not fair..." She whimpered. Outer Lola had had her fill and checked out, but Inner Lola was still there, still the center of attention! As much as this felt amazing, she wanted it to be over! It was too intense, too much of a good thing, and it was burning her brain up! Her mind was slipping, and sliding, losing focus as her senses were over loaded!

"I'm going to lose it!" She whimpered to herself. As soon as they were formed, her thoughts were fucked out of her skull, lost on the wind! It was happening again, just the way it had when her trainer had fucked her senseless in his cabin!

Her body was slack now, so they had to hold her tight, forcing her to move. They didn't mind having to work a little harder to get what they wanted from her, she was worth it. When she couldn't swallow anymore, they shot their sperm across her muzzle, ropes crisscrossing her face, drooping limply in strands from her hair. The puddle at her chin spilled over down her neck and began to pool around her shoulders. Her cunt filled up and dribbled out between her legs, threatening to glue her to the mattress! Her hands became a wet mess.

Everything became a wet mess.

It was a long time before Inner Lola finally checked out, babbling incoherent from orgasms that had begun flow together until she couldn't even remember her name! She spasmed in the darkness babbling and drooling, pussy clenching uncontrollably as her mind finally went numb and turned off!

Chapter 63

She didn't even wake up when someone had to hose her down, after the last of the crowd had their fill.