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This is a piece of writing I've been sitting on for a while now; a sequel to a story I wrote four whole years ago. Better late than never, I suppose. I would recommend that you read the first part if you haven't already, but if not the premise is pretty simple: Kayla, a lioness in college, is caught plagiarizing by an unscrupulous adjunct-professor and is forced into an arrangement. Bad times are had...by her, at least. I hope you all enjoy.

*WARNING: * This story contains blackmail, coercion and rape. Kayla does not get a happy ending.

For the rest of the week Kayla dutifully appeared at her blackmailer's apartment, wearing a baggy hoodie and gray sweatpants over whatever skimpy outfit he'd requested for her. The hallway outside of his door was quiet and she usually shed her outer layer there. On Friday evening, which was when things began to escalate again, she'd worn a pair of little pink workout shorts that just barely covered her rear (given to her by a friend as a joke) and a matching sports bra with a diamond shaped hole in its center that showed off her cleavage.

By itself the outfit wasn't bad in the slightest—Kayla might have even worn it to a party if she was feeling bold—but now it just made her feel sleazy and low. Her stomach churned as she steeled herself to ring the doorbell and her mind turned in random directions. A part of it was still trying to put together exactly what had led her to this place in her life, living out a devil's bargain that she was too frightened and humiliated to abandon.

She wished, not for the first time, that she could go back in time and undo the single, stupid act of plagiarism that had kicked off the whole mess. She might have gotten a bad grade, failed an important test, but compared to everything since…

Gritting her teeth, she rang the doorbell.

There was a tasteful pause, then a shuffle of footsteps. An image sprang to mind, the adjunct trying not to seem too eager.

The door opened and she was beckoned in. The adjunct had dressed casually, in shorts and a t-shirt with a snowcapped mountain printed onto the front. He took a moment to look her up and down, a smirk lingering at one corner of his mouth. His lapine ears twitched and swiveled, as though they too were working to ogle her.

“You look nice." He said, even this benign phrase poisoned by ill intent, then put an arm around her waist. His paw slipped down to squeeze the toned firmness of her ass.

Kayla ignored this as she was shown in, though she could not keep a discomforted jitter from rolling down the length of her tufted leonine tail. The rabbit's apartment was neat and looked ordinary, he seemed to put a strange effort into making things look nice whenever she was forced to come over. Kayla couldn't even begin to square that in her mind.

The layout of the apartment had become regrettably familiar after the last few visits, to the point where Kayla now felt certain sickly associations whenever she looked across it. A dreadfully vulnerable sensation, like missing a step in the dark, shivered between her legs.

“You want a drink?" The adjunct asked, stepping over to the kitchen.

Kayla hesitated, then reluctantly nodded. It was best just to give in on these small things. If the adjunct felt threatened then he'd start escalating even faster than usual. He turned and poured liquid. Bourbon. Ice clinked, then he was presenting her with a glass. Kayla downed it in a single gulp, not caring if this was rude. Maybe it would be better if she was a little drunk…just so she didn't remember everything so clearly.

A peculiar, sweet aftertaste clung to the back of her throat for a moment, but she couldn't focus on that.

“We've got some things to talk about," said the adjunct, guiding her to the gray fabric couch which stood against the far wall of his attached living room. “…Regarding a more specific approach to our arrangement."

Kayla sat down and allowed the adjunct to settle next to her, doing all she could not to gaze into the reflection of the darkened television screen opposite. Looking at the adjunct wasn't much better; she could see his whiskers twitching and a terrible eagerness burning in the backs of his eyes, belying the manufactured nonchalance he was attempting to project.

“What more is there to talk about?" Kayla asked, just barely keeping a snarl out of her voice. “You have everything you want."

The rabbit put his feet up onto the cheap stamped metal coffee table which stood in front of the couch, the fabric of his shorts gone tight over his groin. Kayla could see her blackmailer's sheath outlined and looked away with a huff of disgust. Yet, when the adjunct took her wrist and settled her right paw upon his crotch, she didn't snatch it away. She couldn't…even as she sat very still and simmered with silent rage.

“This is what I'm talking about," the adjunct said, faintly disappointed. “I've specifically requested you to be more active on at least two occasions, but all you do is pout and force me to wring every last bit of cooperation out of you. I don't mind a bit of reluctance, but the whipped kitten act is getting old."

Kayla looked to where her paw was still resting upon the adjunct's groin—she could feel his sheath swelling under her fingers—and thought about squeezing as hard as she could. There was nothing stopping her, she was much larger and stronger than the adjunct, but…

She let a slow breath hiss from between her teeth.

“You forced me to play along once and I'm not doing it again." She muttered, voice rough with disgust. A strange, swimmy numbness flowered in her center as she realized the words that had spilled from her mouth.

The rabbit gave her a flat, unamused look. An anxious tremor squirmed at the bottom of her stomach, but Kayla knew that she'd already gone too far to simply back down now.

“…And…and if that's such a dealbreaker then you can report me," she continued, lifting her paw for good measure. “Just remember, I'll take you down with me, you fucker."

The adjunct's look of annoyance didn't fade. It occurred to Kayla that he had been expecting something like this and now her feeling of angry catharsis curdled into dread.

“Well." Said the rabbit, then leaned down and picked up the remote to his television. The screen flicked on and Kayla felt the blood drain from her face.

There was a video on the television; that time she'd been made to ride her blackmailer's cock during the first terrible night of their arrangement. She was faced away from the camera, which she supposed had been hidden beneath the television, and all that could be seen by the viewer was her back, her tail…and the roll of her hips as she hilted the pink swell of the adjunct's cock into herself again and again.

Kayla could not contain a tiny groan. There was no view of her face, which she knew had been caught in a miserable grimace, nor any sound besides a low quality cascade of fur rubbing against fur and the occasional wet slap of the rabbit pushing himself ever deeper into her sodden slit.

“I like the way your tail keeps going across my knees," he said casually, not bothering to hide the corners of a sadistic smirk. “Makes you look like you're really enjoying yourself."

“But…" Kayla tried to say more but her voice crumbled. A tide of horror and indignation pulsed at the front of her mind but she could not convert any of it into useful action.

The adjunct ignored her and simply swept the progress of the video forward, nearly until the end. Kayla watched herself sink down fully into her blackmailer's lap and accept pulse after pulse of hot lapine seed. Her tail shivered. So did the rest of her.

“You forced me." She murmured, but felt as though she were falling out of herself, the world growing ever more remote and vague by the moment.

“It doesn't look that way," said the rabbit, unable to hide a sharp, satisfied little smile. “I won't go to prison…hell, I probably won't even lose my job. As for you, who would ever want to hire some slut who slept with her instructor and then cried rape when she got caught?"

Kayla trembled, looking from the television to the adjunct. She wanted to claw his face and then smash the TV screen, but that wouldn't solve anything. For all she knew, the adjunct had other copies of the video, hosted on sites that would automatically upload them if she tried anything. Her vision went blurry with tears.

“I'm not mad at you," her blackmailer said, attempting some facsimile of reassurance. “Now, how about we start with some promises. This little arrangement of ours will only last until the end of the school year. After that we will never see each other again. But…until that day arrives, you will do everything I ask, and you will not complain. Is that clear?"

Kayla silently nodded and did everything she could not to sob. For just a moment she had felt some hope, but now it was all imploding.

“I want you to delete that video." She said, forcing a defiant growl into her voice.

“At the end of the year," said the adjunct. He'd turned to face her fully now, one leg cocked under him. Both of his paws lowered to trace along the insides of her thighs. “You can even watch me do it."

It hurt to actively propose terms, since she knew that this was only giving her blackmailer's position more strength, but Kayla didn't know what else to do. She trembled as the adjunct made her spread her legs, and hated just how sheer her skimpy little shorts were. She wasn't wearing any panties beneath them and the lips of her pussy stood faintly outlined against the material.

“No pictures either." She insisted, suppressing a snarl as a paw slid fully between her legs, the adjunct's other paw rising to squeeze her breast. His shorts were fully tented now, a dark spot of pre wetting the fabric at the point of his erection.

The rabbit agreed to this too, as though it had been a foregone conclusion, then lazily lifted his gaze from her cleavage and crooked a finger, beckoning her closer. Kayla, moving stiffly, grimaced as she was pulled into his lap. The clothes weren't coming off just yet, but she knew it was only a matter of time.

“When I say that you need to do everything I ask, I mean it," he said, a new firmness entering his voice. “And I want you to initiate sex at least once per visit…just to offer you some agency in all of this."

Kayla stiffened. What the adjunct really wanted was further evidence of his power over her, but she knew better than to say that out loud. His paws slid under her pink sports bra and pushed it up, exposing the fullness of her breasts and the stiff black peaks of her nipples.

“If you ever contact me after this…" She began to say, but the adjunct merely flapped a disinterested paw, looking almost disappointed by her attempted ultimatum.

“I'm teaching at least ninety students next year. There'll always be other cheaters," he said. “Now take off your clothes and show me what a good kitten does with her pussy."

Kayla didn't move for a moment, caught by a complicated swirl of horror and, though she didn't want to admit it, a tinge of guilty relief. In any case, there wasn't anything she could about it now. The end of the year was only a few more weeks away. She had to focus on her own situation for the time being.

She shuffled her shorts off, hating that she was once again exposing herself to further torment, and set her bra aside.

Kitten. He'd called her that so dismissively.

She ground her teeth and forced her thoughts elsewhere.

The rabbit removed his own clothes and sat back, cock twitching in the open air, a trickle of clear pre rolling down the underside of his shaft. He'd provided no further instructions, nor was he reaching out to actively take her. For a moment Kayla hesitated, caught by indecision and then a growing swell of humiliation. She glanced sharply back at the television, which invited a snicker from the rabbit.

“Don't worry," he said. “No camera this time."

His paws came up to squeeze her breasts and Kayla took a deep breath, trying hard not to show just how close she was to tears. It made her feel wretched to play such a role in her own debasement. Yet…the adjunct had made very clear the stakes if she was to disobey.

Reaching down, she took hold of her blackmailer's cock and guided its eager tip between her legs, shivering as a hot spurt of pre wet the velvety black folds of her feline slit.

Then, with reluctance that she could not hope to mask, Kayla let herself slide slowly down, accepting the girth of the rabbit's shaft. He let out a slow, pleased breath and she felt his hips buck, hilting the last few inches of himself into her. His hips pressed against hers and Kayla felt his paws drop down to her thighs, holding her in place for a moment as he savored the sensation.

From there she rode him as briskly as she dared, staring hard at the wall and trying to ignore the material presence of her blackmailer's body; the greedy press of his paws as he squeezed her breasts, and the warmth of his breath against the hollow of her throat. She'd already become regrettably accustomed to what his cock felt like, hard and hot inside of her, thick but not at all unmanageable.

A part of her hated that she could handle it without physical discomfort. This sort of thing was supposed to hurt, to leave bruises and blood, but of course the adjunct was taking care not to do that. Probably he wasn't even into pain. His brand of carnage was purely emotional.

Gritting her teeth, Kayla ground the full length of the rabbit's tapered shaft into herself, rolling her hips and clenching as tightly as she could. The adjunct let out a small shivery groan and wrapped his arms around her, almost lovingly, drawing her close as his hips bucked.

“You're gonna make me cum," he panted, voice low with lust. “Good girl…"

A paw came up to frame the back of her head, fingers stroking across one tawny ear. Kayla felt the press of the adjunct's lips against hers and the intrusion of his tongue. She squeezed her eyes shut and could just barely contain a whimper. The urge to fling herself away rose like the shockwave from a bomb blast, but she didn't let herself move. Fresh tears spilt down her cheeks.

For a moment longer the adjunct used her, meeting each new roll of her hips with an ecstatic thrust of his own, then Kayla felt his grip tighten and the cadence of his thrusts become jagged with raw need. He gasped into her mouth and she stared miserably at the wall as thick spurts of hot lapine seed overflowed her womb.

This too was becoming horribly familiar.

Finally, after what felt like a small eternity, the adjunct broke his kiss and allowed her to get off his lap. Kayla stood, legs trembly and her eyes hot with tears. It was all she could do to ignore the warm dribbles of cum sliding down the insides of her thighs.

“Kneel." The rabbit casually ordered. Kayla sank down, taking a deep breath as she did, and realized just a moment too late that she'd already opened her mouth in preparation for licking his cock clean.

Her blackmailer smiled at this, then guided her head forward before she could voice so much as a syllable of protest. Kayla formed her lips around the adjunct's girth, burning with shame, and tried to ignore her own taste upon his shaft.

“A very good start, but you were too quiet," the rabbit said, lifting his paws from the sides of her head. “…And I want you to kiss me back next time, do you understand?"

Kayla's motions stuttered. She lifted her eyes, trembling with humiliation, but knew better than to snarl or show any sort of naked displeasure. She straightened, letting the rabbit's cock flop from her mouth.

“I understand." She muttered.

“Good girl," he said, infuriatingly self satisfied. “I'm very happy with how you've come around. What do you say to a reward once you're all cleaned up?"

A reward? Kayla blinked, caught off guard. The adjunct smiled and stroked her ears, enjoying the look of silent uncertainty that had to be bleeding through her facade of indifference. Kayla half expected him to explain, since the adjunct seemed to love nothing more than talking, but instead he simply sent her to shower off.

Kayla waited uneasily for him to come and join her, but thankfully the rabbit remained absent. She took her time scrubbing every last inch of herself that he had touched, but knew that she could not linger forever. The water began to run cold after what felt like mere moments. Kayla reluctantly stepped out.

More than ever she felt intensely alone. Taking a deep breath, she tried to focus on the end of the school year, but even that couldn't make her feel any better. She toweled off, taking care not to look at herself in the mirror, then took a deep breath and stepped back out into the apartment.

There was a shuffle of noise coming from the adjunct's bedroom, footsteps and then a dry rustle of paper. Whatever the surprise, the rabbit seemed to be taking its preparations seriously.

Kayla looked to the other side of the apartment and to the spot on the floor where her clothes were piled. A thought came, that she could tiptoe over, get dressed and leave before the adjunct even knew she was gone…but that impulse faded amidst a sickly remembrance of the consequences.

She did her best to adopt a more pragmatic mindset. She'd let the adjunct have his fun and think that he was in control. Then, once she was past school, she would start saving up money for a trained assassin, or at least someone who specialized in throwing people from very high rooftops.

Kayla hadn't the slightest idea of how someone went about hiring professional killers, but even the vaguest framework of this plot filled her with a warm sense of satisfaction.

The bedroom door opened and the adjunct beckoned her in, seeming excited. The tip of his cock was already poking from his sheath. Kayla turned her gaze away as the adjunct stepped close, sliding his paws along her hips and up her sides, almost like he was trying to assume form for some perverted waltz.

His room was, like the rest of the apartment, entirely functional and purely ordinary, aside from a few red wax candles placed atop the nightstand and dresser. Kayla hesitated, simultaneously surprised and sickened by the weird romantic gesture. Their light flickered and cast deep shadows across everything.

A queen sized bed dominated the rest of the room, neatly made up with a blue satin spread. There were books of coursework stacked upon his nightstand, alongside a little plastic bottle of lube and then a black paper bag with curls of red paper still spilling from the top. The lettering on its side, done in gold foil, advertised an adult specialty store.

Upon the bed itself was a vibrator with a sleek black plastic body and a round head molded all over with subtle ripples. It seemed that the adjunct had spent some time fiddling with the battery hatch, because there were claw marks here and there. Seeing this, Kayla felt a bizarre urge to laugh, then another to weep.

She was directed to the bed and allowed the adjunct to lay her down so that she was flat on her back, staring up at the unblemished white of the ceiling. She was lying perpendicular, the bed not quite long enough to fit all of her. For an instant Kayla wondered why this was, but then the rabbit was right alongside her and she realized what had just happened. She couldn't move without risking slipping off the bed, her shoulders and neck were already right on the edge and she had to keep her knees bent, otherwise her legs would be draped off of the opposite side. This way she had to remain tensed as he played with her. She couldn't just go limp.

The rabbit's paws slid up the insides of her thighs. She spread her legs, resisting an urge to cringe away from each new grope and greedy touch.

“If you think that I'll enjoy this…" She began to say, but the rabbit only shushed her and Kayla knew better than to continue. His touch had become ticklish, blunt claws drawing lines through her fur. It was all she could do not to squirm.

The adjunct shifted between her legs, his whiskers tickling the inside of her left thigh, and then Kayla felt a pair of fingers stroking along her slit, the rabbit rubbing a thumb against her clit. She fidgeted, tail twitching, but offered nothing more than a tiny, irritated sigh.

“I'll admit, I had to ask a friend of mine for advice on this," the adjunct said, slowly pushing his fingers into her. “She gave me a very thorough clinic, so hopefully it translates. I don't think wolves and lionesses are too different down there…"

Kayla couldn't keep her tail from twitching again, the rabbit settling into a rhythm with his fingers. The vibrator began to buzz and a moment later Kayla felt soft, warm plastic against her clit, the rabbit tracing it up and down in a gently persistent pattern.

“What did you threaten her with?" She asked before she could think better of it.

The adjunct glanced up, halfway amused.

“Nothing," he said, as though this were a perfectly ordinary question. “We go to the same gym. Really, she mostly bats for the other team. I'm sure she'd love to meet you. Have you ever been with another girl?"

Kayla turned her gaze determinedly away. In truth she thought of herself as essentially pansexual (though with a definite preference for men), but the last thing she wanted was to share such a personal detail with someone so utterly loathsome.

Again her thoughts turned to contract killers.

“You're really getting wet," the adjunct marveled after a moment longer. Kayla realized that she could feel the hot press of his cock against the inside of one thigh. It was all she could do to ignore it. “Does this feel good?"

Kayla burned with a desire to twist away, or kick the adjunct in the face, but instead she simply offered a single, sharp nod. She was gripping hard to the bedsheets, her claws poking little holes in the fabric. Her blackmailer clicked his tongue disappointedly.

“That's not how a polite girl answers," he scolded. “Try again."

“Go fuck yourself." Kayla nearly said, but caught the outburst behind her teeth.

“Yes," she amended, the edges of a growl shivering her words. “It feels good."

Worryingly, there was a definite heat beginning to grow between her legs, emanating out from where the vibrator was working relentlessly away at her clit. Even worse, Kayla could feel tingles accompanying the rabbit's fingers inside of her, the sensation still loathsome, but different on top of that. Heightened.

Staring at the ceiling, she took a deep breath and gritted her teeth. This was just her body reacting to stimuli, she told herself. It would happen to anybody. But though she repeated this to herself again and again, she could not contain a hot swell of shame, nearly as heated as the ball of tingly sensation growing between her legs.

It was beginning to feel nearly like an electrical shock, the rings and rows of tightly attuned muscles lining her pussy all twitching and gripping in rhythm, clenching down on the rabbit's fingers. Her clit felt almost white hot and Kayla shuffled her feet along the bedspread, horrified by the physical reaction beginning to grip her, and the desperate little groans which leaked through her tightly gritted teeth.

She wanted badly to run, but there was nowhere to go, and in any case the adjunct had withdrawn his fingers and was suddenly over her, free paw squeezing her breasts and pinching at a nipple which sang with overt sensation.

Kayla felt the tip of his cock press against the inside of her thigh for a moment, then he was pushing into her, the vibrator still working away at its terrible circuit.

Her legs kicked and spread, possessed by a sudden weird spasm, and she lost grip on the sheets. Then she was sliding, her top half nearly off the bed entirely, arms canted uselessly out to the sides. She felt helpless and ashamed, the hard floor pressed uncomfortably against the back of her neck as the rabbit roughly hilted himself into her sopping cunt. He tossed the vibrator away—it clacked to the floor and began rolling in a buzzing circle by her head, its trajectory carrying it just out of reach—and then was leaning over her, his body pressed against hers, paws shamelessly groping the fullness of her breasts. His blunt little claws drew ticklish lines through her fur. She squirmed and put a desperate moment of thought into trying to buck him off, but her position was too awkward. She couldn't have dislodged him given all the effort in the world.

For a moment the adjunct was still, savoring his conquest. He stared down, his full weight pressed atop her, the full length and girth of his cock grinding into the depths of her pussy. Rings of tight muscles gripped down upon him, spasming in mute response to terrible, unwanted feelings of pleasure.

Kayla managed a tiny whimper. There were tears rolling up her face, a shameful thread of drool leaking from one corner of her mouth. Even her whimper was traced by the edges of a moan.

The adjunct laughed, then leaned in even closer and started pounding her. Kayla felt her legs trembling, the muscles along her thighs contracting. It hurt, but not in a way that really felt like pain. The easiest thing to do would have been to give in and let her legs wrap around the adjunct's hips, but she couldn't bear the thought of what that would look like. What that would feel like, for her to submit so totally.

Through her tears the golden candlelight blurred into vague wheels of sparkling glow. She was panting and with each exhale came a moan. Her stomach clenched and her heart sank with each new utterance, those terrible sounds that had come from her own lips.

She wanted to sob, there were still tears leaking from her eyes, but even this was being interrupted by the overwhelming heat of the adjunct's cock and the unforgiving pace of his thrusts as he fucked her into the ground.

“Cum for me," the adjunct breathed, eyes bright. “Let me feel you cum around my cock."

Kayla tried to straighten her legs but made another wild, twitchy kicking motion instead, her tail jerking and her whiskers shivering.

“Stop it, stop it…" She tried to beg, but the words wouldn't come correctly and then he was kissing the side of her neck, pumping into her soaked cunt. The wet slap of him taking her echoed in Kayla's ears, mingling with the buzz of the damned vibrator.

She tried to look elsewhere, anything to keep her gaze from landing upon the rabbit—his hips working to meet hers, the busy grope of his paws upon her breasts, even his ears pinned back with growing pleasure—but the first thing she saw was the vibrator, still turning itself in little circles. She looked up to the nightstand, the gift-bag the vibrator had come from and…

There was a little pink cardboard package, of the sort that medication came in. Its top was open and she could see that it was empty. Along its side, in feminine cursive bordered by hearts, was a brand name. PregMate.

She'd seen this before, advertised on TV. Little pink pills that looked like candy and guaranteed impregnation. Suddenly, Kayla recalled the odd sweet aftertaste that had followed her drink, that had clung to the back of her throat for a moment…this before she'd been distracted by the adjunct's talk of terms and arrangements.

A huge, cold surge of dread filled her, but still she could not move. Kayla felt paralyzed. Even if she did resist, claws bared and teeth flashing, the adjunct had already claimed her once before, on the couch.

Kayla stared up at him for a single shocked moment. He must have seen the bleak realization upon her face because he smiled and then landed another especially deep thrust into her. She squirmed, tail swishing unhappily and ears tightly pinned, but every bit of her horror and shame could not be expressed. When her mouth opened all Kayla heard was a high, helpless moan. She clenched down, so tight that the adjunct shivered, and for a moment everything went white hot and contextless as she rode out the bomb-blast of her unwilling climax. A slow realization followed, that now she was truly broken.

The rabbit came after only another few moments and for a long, humiliating moment was stiffened atop her, grinding his hips against hers as he shot his second load of the evening into her silken snatch. Kayla shivered at the sensation, liquid heat burning within her womb, the adjunct's balls throbbing where they were pressed snugly against the base of her tail.

Finally, he let out a slow, delighted breath and then pushed his lips against hers, the move slow and filled with arrogant mastery. Kayla squeezed her eyes shut, fresh tears wetting her fur. She knew what she was meant to do, but even at this moment of utter defeat there were old instincts roaring, demanding that she jerk away. That she bare her teeth and declare that she would never give in. Her legs wouldn't stop shaking, and every tiny movement the rabbit made brought with it an uncontrollable urge to twitch and moan.

Those old instincts might have served her well back in primeval times, where there were no pesky shades of gray to muddle everything up…but she was far removed from such simplicity and surrounded instead by satin, fur and the probing wet press of the rabbit's tongue as he invaded her mouth. His cock was still throbbing weakly inside of her, issuing a last few spurts of thick lapine seed. Right now, deeper within her, she was being invaded in another way. Kayla wondered sickly just how much her belly would swell by the time graduation came around. Even if the rabbit really did let her go at the end of the year, she would carry a piece of him with her. A token of how totally she had been dominated.

Kayla reckoned with all of this for an agonizing moment and then, god help her, she surrendered to her rapist's demands and kissed him back.