Kitty Rehab Chapter 4
#4 of Kitty Rehab
Lost Little Kitty Kitty Rehab Chapter 4 Listening to: Unchained Melody
~ WARNING ~ Contains kitten spanking, underage sex scenes, drama, drug references.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Mikan was gentle, and caring. Ian had brought cool water and a cloth and under Gloria's instructions Mikan tended to Arean. She had started sweating profusely not long after she had been brought inside; the drugs were wracking her system terribly. As Gloria had predicted, Arean seamed less frightened of the little Innu girl than she did of the adult humans, letting Mikan close and, after a while even hugging her.
The clothes and the water served double purposes. One cloth kept Arean cool, the other cloth was soaked with water so Arean could suck on it and replenish her fluids.
In her fevered dream Arean hugged the boy tightly as she and her new friend played 'Brother and sister'. Arean had been in the 'Industry' a total of three weeks and it was already proving to be nothing like she had expected. For starters, while Missel had been accurate about the kind of money that could be made by an underage sex-worker he had been misleading about the types of appointments and about how often they would get them. Work had been slow, Arean had already gotten noticed by some but the interest for a Kindern pussy was relatively low. It was actually, Arean felt, a disappointment. Her friend Cassier, who she was now living with, was often out three or four times a week with appointments despite being much older than Arean; The reason being that at her age people were less worried about the police than they would be for a ten year old.
And then there were her hands. The Kindern markings made her stand out on the street, in a Penni rated neighbourhood she had been noticed and approached a number of times by concerned parents wondering why she was in a Penni area. Even one of the three clients she'd attended to had thought her a foundling and offered to help her find her parents. Arean knew exactly where her parents were. They were in the country, and had started looking for her! It wasn't going to be pleasant if anybody found her.
The Last thing Arean wanted was to have parents. Ever! Even the bears who watched over her now as she drifted in and out of a drug induced fever. Arean other best friend when she was on the job was Tiekial. A stripped boy with long fur and a ratty ear, Missel had apparently found him at a supermarket and approached him on the side. A Medical rejuve with no family in the area, Tiekial had been put up with some appointed parents by the medical board but hadn't been too happy about them. Living with a strange family and taken to the station several times for petty theft and disturbing the piece, Uncle Missel had found and approached Tiekial and was now hiding the boy from people who might look for him. Arean noticed all the time around schools and stuff when she was being picked up for a job, signs hovering in the air trying to ask if anyone had seen the boy.
Arean vandelised as many as possible without drawing attention to herself, as a pair Arean was starting to be put with Tiekial for most of her gigs and they had to work together. The presence of another child meant Arean could get some work without having to risk her still firm morals. According to Tiekial this was another reason she wasn't getting work. Soon after starting she had realised, her clients weren't going to be happy about hiring a girl who wouldn't have sex. So Arean compromised. But she still wouldn't go all the way.
Right now was one of those compromises, Arean and Tiekial were with a nice couple who were double teaming them. Cuddling Tielial tightly Arean had lowered herself and allowed his little stiffy to go up her already well spanked bum. The Male client playing 'Daddy' (you never asked names) was firmly humping Tiekial's little bum hole while Arean giggled on her co-worker. And the mother, standing over the two children was getting licked out from both sides.
This at least Arean was good at, her 'sister' Cassier had been putting in effort to train Arean in how to eat out a vagina properly. Arean doubted she would have licked some cats anus though. That didn't strike her fancy. Finishing up with the horny couple Arean and Tiekial left together, activating their hover-shoes. These were a gift from Uncle Missel, all of Missel's wards received them cause they were all expected to get around town on their own. The shoes may not have been as fast as a hover bike or a zoomer, but since they didn't need a licence they made excellent transportation for the little kittens on the job. Absent-mindedly she licked a trail of 'Evidence' off the boys cheek before they got too far, completely unaware that in the world outside her dream she had just licked her new sister, Mikan's face.
These were dreams of troubled times; dreams from before she had fully adjusted. The world Arean existed in during her early teens had been a time of trial, unable to look after herself she had been battered from client to client, hiding in the house and covering her hands with gloves to hide her Kindern status.
Nobody wanted a 10 year old Kindern, or a twelve year old for that matter. While the money was good for her, the cost was rather high and the concerns the clients had serious ones. Nobody wanted to be SEEN with a Kindern in public. A Kindern in public would draw attention and most of the customers, it seamed, wanted as little attention drawn to them as possible. At one point one of her clients had tried to rape her, she remembered, during these early years. Most of Missel's clients that he lined up for his wards were nice people; most of them were businessmen of high class. Missel had explained it thus. "The government doesn't prosecute people now days just for being a pedo!" he had explained. "But they do ask you to declare it and you get well, reviewed every now and then. Things get out. People with such fetishes get overlooked for promotions, people talk, fuss is made. It's meant to be a better way of doing things but its government run discrimination." As such, most of the clients asking for young children from Missel were the kind who had important positions, were in charge of companies and had reputations to look after.
Discrete sex with a trained juvenile for many of them was the only way to express their fantasies without risking their jobs. But occasionally there were clients who didn't care about the niceties. Mean men with mean agendas! They usually didn't stay on the books very long cause Missel looked after his wards. He personally 'Sampled' their skills regularly and treated them like his children; although admittedly there were rumours about him having a wife as well as working the trade.
Arean fitted and turned in her fever as memory came back, the day she officially lost her virginity and muttered worrying words. Watching their new daughter Mr and Mrs Bear made grim faces as the occasional grunted word or scream uttered through the child's lips. Nearly a whole day had passed and Mikan hadn't left Arean's side the entire time. If Arean had been asked she would have said, she had never overdosed this badly in all the years she had been using recreational drugs. Always Cassier or one of her friends had kept an eye on her but the amount of drugs already in her system at time of the rejuve though was easily four times what a 6yo's body was able to handle.
As the chemicals wore through her body and she fought the sickness and withdrawals she remembered.
He had been the head of a packing company on the edge of town, supposedly a reputable client he had always picked the youngest of Missel's wards, enjoying them in pretty much standard ways without desiring anything overly kinky... When he learned of Arean, 12 years old even though everyone was told ten, and a Kindern no less he had jumped at the chance, paying a large sum of money to have to girl for four hours. Afterwards, Arean suspected that four hours with just her and one man would never have ended well. She should have requested a partner, but everyone else had been busy for some reason. Arean had met the guy near his house, dressed in a typical school uniform and holding her little bag. The bag actually didn't have anything in it except a camera but a schoolgirl without some form of schoolbag tended to draw attention and the tiny lazuli plush bag she carried completed the image.
The client knew what to look for; all the girls working for Uncle Missel wore a badge, a fake school that had a Kajouli fruit for the school logo. The logo was on the bag and on her dress, so the client always knew what to look for despite the large number of high-school and middle school children going up and down the streets in groups of two or three. The pick up went exactly as planned, meeting the aging cat, he would have had to be in his 80's from the balding of the fur, Arean couldn't help think the feline must be a day away from rejuve, certainly past normal rejuve age. He was big, round, an old fashioned Tomcat with clearly one to many unhealthy dinners and a lifetime of booze inside him. He'd smiled nicely when she greeted him as 'Uncle' and had walked home with him hand in hand, talking the usual made up talk about school that put both customers and witnesses at ease.
Back at his little Grotto, Arean was pleased to see it was at least clean, probably rented just for the few hours he needed it. Grotto owners didn't tend to ask too many questions. Like with almost EVERY client she had, this one started out by spanking her. The spankings were her least favourite part of being a child escort, most of the adults expected the right to take a paddle or a hand or sometimes all three to the child's rump and Arean had soon learned this was common practice for all her workmates.
It was like the clients felt that since prostitution was wrong they had the right to spank their chosen child like a red headed penni fresh from juvi hall. Arean had sat it out, letting herself cry but mostly thinking the guy was being a dork by making her count them. In the end, nearly 100 paddle strokes later Arean had been allowed to sit down on her clients lap - something else that was normal. After the spankings they liked to feel the work they'd put in and wondering hands were the least of Arean's concern after five or six clients. At least from the feel of the penis on this one Arean wouldn't be stretching her mouth out of shape when she gave him head in a little while.
That was when everything went slightly skewiff. As she had expected, once the fondling was over she was up off his lap and his pants were coming down, but against her expectations he forced her to stand up rather than kneel to give head. Twisted around and moved against her will she felt the client pulling her back onto his lap where his already erect penis was waiting. "I wasn't told about this!" she complained. "I don't DO this, I don't go all the way with clients!" Arean insisted. Normally it only needed to be said, but this client wasn't listening.
In the world outside of her Memories Arean was quietly whimpering and repeatedly saying "No. No, I don't do that!" as she tried to curl into a ball and hide. She had forgotten these things, nearly ten years earlier they had seamed like a distant memory. The client had held her up near the elbows, not down where the security cuffs were. Had he grabbed Arean by the wrists it would have signalled to Uncle Missel's goon squad that Arean was in trouble. That's what she'd been told but seemingly the client knew about this.
Holding her arms so as not to sound an alarm, and making sure Arean couldn't squeeze them herself. When Arean felt the head of the Client's penis press against her anus she screamed, but the head of most male penii came to a point, so that penetration was easier. Some said it was an evolutionary left-over from when all sex was forced in the primal days millennia ago. It still served a purpose! Arean wriggled and screamed as the large shaft ripped it's way up into her anus, it felt like it was tearing her apart and pinned as she was, bouncing on her client's lap Arean couldn't fight let alone control her own body. After moments she was crying, crying harder than she had cried from any spanking. She shivered and mewled in her bed in the waking world as the dream tore through her. Arean had only escaped cause he had let go at the point of orgasm, letting Arean a chance to grab and squeeze the bands around her wrist.
When Missel's security goons turned up on the zoomers and barged into the house the client was in the process of taking her vagina, already with his length deap inside her now bleeding crotch. This was the dark side of her industry. Children cannot protect themselves. Arean had found herself in front of Missel soon after, fur wet from having been hosed down and had the blood of her virginity cleaned up. He had been gentle, but persistent. "If you no longer have anything to lose." he pushed, "You should learn how to use it!"
Crying and holding on to her so-called uncle Arean had eventually consented, Missel himself having sex with her every way possible for the next four days and teaching her to use her muscles. When the training had first begun and she had felt the pain again she had tried to call the goon squad, but nobody was going to bust in on their own boss like that. And Arean had agreed, in her sad lost voice she had agreed. In time, she had mastered the art. In time, come to enjoy it.
But watching Arean in the little bed where she lay feverishly muttering and crying, Gloria set her teeth to prevent herself from saying bad words and quietly left Mikan to look after her sister. In the office she called up the com display, and dialled the Parents Hotline of the Corrections division. Gloria didn't know who this 'Uncle Missel' was, but one thing she did know from Arean's fevered crying and mutterings was that this man was going to pay. Seriously pay.