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The man enjoyed watching Lola squirm as he made her look at him. She wouldn't willingly look him in the eyes and he knew, they both knew, it was because he was the dominant one; an animal knew better than to look an alpha in the eyes. That brought a thrill that never seemed to get old.

He left her gaze and landed on her mouth as Lola let his cock slip into her mouth. She was still awkward, and it took a little while to get her head bobbing in a good rhythm with her hand. She found it and soon was making wet suckling sounds as she drooled over his dick. Lola was fucking her lips more than sucking, bobbing her head up and down along his shaft, and that made for a loud blowjob.

Just like he taught her on the beach. He smiled. Teach her new things in public, review her progress in private.

"Keep your tongue moving." he prodded and felt it start squirming under his cock. Sometimes it was hard to just himself relax and just enjoy the sensation, especially during the early training sessions; the constant reminders, corrections, and other persuasions. She wasn't going to get very much in, she had a tiny mouth, but what she was going, along with stroking the base of his dick, letting it glide through her fingers, was getting pretty good. He'd have to explore her tolerance for deep throating, but figured he'd put it off for another day. Some girls could do it, some couldn't, and it would be fun to find out what Lola's limits were in time- just how much could she take.

"Slurp! Hhhhmmmm!, uuuuhhmm!"

She had remembered to add in little moans when sucking him off, little whimpers and groans of pleasure that tickled the cock and sent little thrills through his balls, like she was getting off just having him in her mouth.

"Someone's been paying attention." he grinned, feeling his thighs warm up.

Lola looked up at him in certainly, his dick still puffing out her cheeks and nodded meekly. If she could make him cum, then this would be over sooner rather than later. Some people dragged out something they didn't like and it made it worse, making it lingerer. Even though she was sucking cock, it was better to finish up fast than let him make her nursing on it forever.

"You just want him to cum in your mouth." her mind piped in. She grunted in surprise and almost spluttered as her saliva threatened to go down the wrong part of her throat. For having almost no room her little mouth, she sure was producing a lot of spit.

"Yes you do, you want to feel him start pulsing that hot sperm down your throat again. Just let him hold your head and feel the spurting jizz fill your slut mouth." her brain didn't let up. Sometimes she wished she could just turn that voice off, better yet, slap the crap out of it until it relented and stopped filling her with doubt.

"But you can't. I'm the part of you that never gets to talk out loud. The part you dismiss as "random thoughts" that aren’t to be taken seriously. I'm your inner voice, but one day, I'm going to be the outer voice, and when I am, all the things I say, you will want."

She almost coughed again at that. It had seemed so... determined. She never thought this way until she came to this island. Ever since he started fucking her, this...other... just wouldn't shut up. Creepy.

The man felt Lola lose some of her rhythm. He was pretty she would have been on track of breaking her old record, but that wasn't saying much. It also seemed like she was starting to crawl back up in her blonde bunny head, and he really didn't want that- he wanted her to stay focused on the here and now; on him. No escaping until they were through. He pulled his dick out of her mouth and through he saw her head moving forward juuust a bit, trying to keep it in until he took it away from her. Well, that was progress.

"Ok, up on the bed. Scoot to the middle and let's keep you on your back. I think it's time we got reacquainted again."

Lola wiped her chin. She wasn't sure what was worse- the idea of him making her swallow his cum, or him stuffing her pussy full and forcing an orgasm out of her. The orgasm was worse, she considered as she pushed her tail back on the bed and gulped, looking at his long dick approach the bed, pulsing pink and ready to go. Making her climax for him, after he forced himself on her was humiliating. It was degrading to show him how much her body enjoyed her violation.

"It won't be rape when you start wanting it. When you willingly go to him for it, instead of him coming to you." that shitty part of her brain spoke up again. "When you wake him up in the middle of the night because you can't keep your mouth of his cock..." it insisted.

She was wet again. FFFFFFFFFFF....

Her thoughts were interrupted as he loomed over her, as she lay on her back. He blotted out the ceiling light as he hovered above her, and she felt small and vulnerable. Fragile. He slid up further and she could feel his manhood rub against her stomach from her pelvis up to the small dimple of her belly button. She gripped the sheets with both hands waiting for him to begin using her. Her stomach started to get warm where he was rubbing his dick around her belly fur.

"Well?" he asked expectantly.

She squirmed. He could want anything.

"Just when are you going to put me in you? You shouldn't keep a client waiting..."

He clenched his abdomen muscles and made his cock tap her stomach a couple of times for emphasis. Ah... he was going to make her do the work, she thought. He wanted her to violate herself.

"And you're going to do it." her mind sounded gleeful.

"Shut up." she grunted.

"What?" the man asked, his head cocked to the side.

Lola blanched. She didn't realize she had said that out loud.

"Shhutt up.. and start fucking me?" She tried to recover and make it sound natural but it came out like a question.

"Just put me in and we'll get right to it." he said with a chuckle and shook his head. Dumb bunny.

With him hovering over her, Lola had to reach blindly between her legs. Her chest wasn't overly endowed, but it was large enough to obscure was going on below. After some awkward grasping, she found his cock and gently guided it between her legs. Lola could feel him pulse and respond her touch, and she got her smaller hand around him, stroking and coaxing as she went. She maneuvered his head move down her venus mound and when it rubbed her clit, she let out a little moan. She hadn't wanted to, but her button was already poking out from beneath her hood and felt electric. Lola let his cock head ride her clit a few more times, getting lubricated and sending shivers up and down her spine. Reluctantly, she moved it down and felt his head part her lips, hovering at her opening. There would be no need to be subtle here, her pussy was already drooling for him and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. With a sharp intake of breath, pleasure began to wash over her as she pulled him deeper into her pussy, letting his thick member force her to groan lewdly for him.

"That's a good girl." the man said, "I'll take it from here."

He repositioned himself closer with his cock still in her and got his hands under her legs. With one under each knee, he brought them back till they were at her armpits, feet pointing nearly at the roof. The position pushed her hips up and forward, presenting her pussy to him and making it easier to mount, opening her up like a flower.

"Much better!" he grunted, keeping her legs up and started to thrust into her.

Lola gasped as the new position forced her pussy to clamp down on his dick, almost like a suction cup. Lola was fit, and stretching was part of her workout routine, but she her hips were going to be sore as hell when she woke up tomorrow. Her lower legs and feet bounced about in the air to either side of him, and she felt like a rag doll that he was playing with.

"That's because you make a better fuck toy, than a person." her mind smirked.

Lola closed her eyes, moaned and shook her head as she felt his balls begin to slap her ass. Her pussy clenched tight on him when withdrew, cock glistening with her juices. Slap, sluck, sluckkk, slap, slap, his cock slipped in and out of her. How did he make it feel so good? She moaned again and bit her lip. She wasn't a toy, not even after all that she had gone through, she wasn't a toy.

"So, what's going on in there?" the man grinned down at her, watching her begin to squirm and grab the sheets. She opened her eyes partially and looked up at him, rocking under his thrusts. "I can't help but notice, uhhnn, you start going distant on me every now and then. What's going on in your head doll?" He felt an immediate clamp down on his cock at that insult and loved how it felt. She wouldn't say anything to him, but she still couldn't stop her body from responding to his taunt. The bed started squeaking and the backboard smacking against the wall when he pushed.

"I...." she whimpered, head turned to the side. "I don't...ahh... kno..."

"You like your bed right?" he stopped his rocking and started to pull out.

"Yes." she squirmed. She felt him leave and part of her wanted him back in her. She wasn't close to climaxing yet, but he had started her motor running and it wasn't about to just stop cold. Her pussy trembled with unsatisfied desire.

"Then stop saying you don't know. You know, but you just don't want to say. This is a problem we're going work through. Less NO, more YES. Got it?" his cock was teasing her at the edge of her lips again, nuzzling her entrance. "NO means no more bed. NO means no more company for a while. I think you remember what happened the last time correct?"

"yes..." she said meekly, she knew he would just pull back if she inched her hips toward him, causing tears of shame to well up at her own actions. He was panting.

"I take...." he started.

".... I give." she finished, looking away.

"Gooood girllll." he said with that patronizing tone in his voice. "Ok, let's start again. First, ask me nicely to fuck your little cunt."

She looked back pleadingly at him. She hated that word, more so than doll. THAT word was for sluts, party skanks and five dollar whores. Her mother had told her to never talk that way, to never be that kind of girl, because that kind of girl was just a hole to get used and reused. That kind of girl wasn't anything. Her lips trembled, her nose bobbed up and down, and her heart thudded heavily deep within her.

He just looked at her expectantly.

"C'mon five dollars, you like a bed more than you like your pride." her internal monolog added.

The moment dragged on before she finally capitulated. She swallowed and looked at his naked chest, noting the lack of fur and a thin scar along the left side of his ribs, "Would you please... fuck my little... bunny cunt?" she almost had to choke out the last part.

She was rewarded by feeling him slowly thrust back into her, and she let out a grateful sigh, as he filled her back up with a wet sllllluuuckkkk... No matter what he made her say, or stamped on her feelings, he could make her want more. Warmth spread back through her belly rewarding her actions. Her legs flopped about as he pressed in. "Hmmm... better." he grunted. "Now, what's going on?"

He pushed into her quickly for emphasis and she arched her back in erotic pleasure.

"I... keep having... uhhh... ideas... thinking things I... ahahhh... don't want to say." she looked up at him as he made her bounce on the bed. The bed frame creaked rhythmically has he continued to slide in and out of her tight pussy, his larger body dwarfing her small frame.

"What are they?"

"Dirty things. AAHH! hhmmm... Things a good girl shouldn't be thinking... ohhh OH... I... I.. keep calling myself things that I'm not. hmmm..."

"Do you want me to stop?" his cock was so slick with her juice that he was easily pushing into her tight little slit. "Fucking you that is." He shoved in fast with that last question and saw her eyes go wide and her mouth open. He continued that pace for a moments and all Lola could do was hold his arms and wail in pleasure that would get the attention of the neighbors. He was pretty sure she was getting close to climaxing even with their earlier interruption. Every thrust almost made her squirt, her snatch was generating so much girl lube.

"IIIIiiiiieeeeeeee.... ahhhh... nnnn...AHHHHHHH... . NNuhhh... no... NO!... uhhn... UUHNNNH!" she panted and licked away the drool that was forming on her lips. Her eyes were drooping and beginning to roll up in their sockets as she finally began to relax and just take it. He felt her body soften and her legs open wider, grateful for the erotic lust he was pushing in her into, knocking on her cervix with his cock head. Whatever he said now had the best chance to sinking in and stick.

"Ok.." he panted, slowing down a little so that he wouldn't explode in her right then and there. He moved to long slow thrusts into her that made her toes curl then point straight out toward the roof. "...ok.. So you like... hhhhhuh... getting fucked silly, but you can't bring yourself to talk about it. Can't admit you like it, not even to yourself... huff...apparently." He looked down at his cock sliding in her and saw the front of his hips was wet in her juices, as was his bed under her. "But...mann.... you REALLY do love it."

Lola was beginning to drift on a cloud of pleasure, his constant onslaught had worn down her defenses and her body was just surrendering happily to it. She bit her lip and arched her back when he thrust into her. Against her will, her thighs welcomed him, rising up to meet him as it slid in, wanting to pull him in and hold him as long as they could. She heard him talking to her, and she listened. Was he right about how she wanted to be treated like a dirty girl, fucked hard like a dirty girl, but she didn't want to have to admit it? Saying... those things.. was too personal. The idea it could be true would have shocked her if she wasn't feeling like orgasmic jelly at the moment.

"Don't worry, I'll remind you later." part of her brain said.

The man got her attention back with a quick thrust at sent her squealing and forced her to look up at his chin. "It's hard.. huhhhh... fighting the idea that you've been told the wrong thing by ....mmm... everyone for all your life. Isn't it?"

He had to hurry up because he wasn't going to last much longer. She nodded again, more maybe she was as just wobbling with the bed. It was getting hard to tell.

"Good... hherf... if you want to cum, talk like a slut. Pant... I like it when..." he trailed off.

"I like it when you..ahh... ahhh... look at me." she said her little face beginning to bunch up, hair damp against her scalp. Her hips were rocking faster and she was getting close.

"The OTHER one you blonde airhead." he snorted.

She moaned and began to pant harder. One of her legs was beginning to spasm a rapid tapping motion.

"Oh god! Oh god! Ooohhh goooodddd! I like it when...oohh... you fffuuckkk me!" she moaned almost crying with sexual tension. She was a bomb about to go off.

"You want to cum bad, don't you whore?" he pushed.

She nodded her head rapidly in jerks, her cheeks flushing, and her eyes scrunched tight.

"Then say it like a dirty girl will say it." he picked up the pace. The bed banged against the wall, chipping the paint off of it.

"I...II.... oh fuuck! FUCK! I like it when.. uuuhhh... when..when you fuck my cuuuunnnnttt!" She squealed and he felt her sopping wet little hole clamp down him as she went sailing over the edge. Her breath came in gasps as her body shook, tremors running up and down her. As the orgasm hit, she bunched up clinging to him, both legs tapping out a machine barrage of stamping motions into the air. Then she slid off him and flopped back on the bed, wailing erotically as waves of pleasure radiated out from her pussy, traveling up her spine like bolts of lightning to spear her brain. Little explosions of color went off behind her eyelids.

He thought she might have passed out for a moment, until she opened her eyes and just stared into space. This time she wasn't retreating into her head, she was just out of it. She shuddered with aftershocks, her pussy walls clamping and releasing his manhood like a heartbeat. He had unleashed a beast in her, that was for sure, one that she wasn't aware she had. He leaned in close and felt her shallow breath on his face.

"Pretty good babydoll. Looks like my little bunny liked what she got." he was breathing hard himself. "I think I'll pull out and finish off on you."

Lola whined a needy little "nooooooo" at the mention of pulling out and gripped his arms, weakly trying to pull him down to her. She apparently didn't want to be separated from him just yet. In her current state of mind she didn't seem to care about getting pregnant- her sexual haze making questionable choices in the favor of more pleasure. That was the funny thing about these almost- humans, they could still get knocked up by someone outside their species, and the offspring would be the same as the mother. It was a long shot, but it could happen. Apparently nature had zero interest in safe sex for anyone.

"Time to fill you up then." he chuckled and picked up the pace. It wasn't going to take much, Lola's slim little snatch could barely hold all of him, and for all his posturing it took a lot of concentration to keep from finishing off early. Now, he could just let go and enjoy the ride. He felt her slick walls and tension built up in balls, a pleasure heating up each time they slapped wetly against her ass. His breath came faster, and his stomach tightened as the rising elevator of pleasure went through his entire shaft, making it feel more and more sensitive. His pleasure peaked, and the base of his cock clenched as his balls let loose with the first long shot of cum. He pressed himself as far into her cunt has he could, forcing her cervix open and splattering her womb with ropes of jizz.

Lola felt him tense up and then a warmth fill her belly as she felt him cum in her. She moaned in pleasure, feeling submissive and vulnerable to him. Her legs limply gripped him, and her small hands held on to his arms.

"Ahhh... yesss.... mmmmmmm... yeesss... " she coaxed, and was rewarded with bursts of sperm shooting into her. Feeling him splurt deep inside her was satisfying on some deep level of her brain, like she had instinctively done something right. That wetness slopping around in her was erotic in its own way. She had been so out of it she barely felt the first time he had cum in her at the park, and although she wouldn't admit it, she'd loved the sensation. No other boyfriend had made her feel this way, or want to feel this way. It had never even occurred to her until he forced her to spread her legs and take it. She didn't cringe when she filled up and his ropy jizz squirted out the stuffed sides of pussy and dribbled down her ass, she just bit her lip and reveled in illicit sensation of it.

He felt light headed, as he drained himself into her. His cock pulsed and shot until the last blissful contractions weakened and ended. He was sweating as he pulled himself out, glistening with the mix of sperm and pussy juice. Lola merely lay on her back on the bed, smiling at nothing breathing heavily. He took a little time to wipe most of the after sex off on her thigh before rolling over to the side table and getting his camera. Steadying himself on the bed, he snapped a shot of her blissful face, pretty sure she wasn't even aware he was doing it. Groaning, he stretched his sore limbs, got up and moved to get another view of her. Lola had made no effort to move or hide herself in modesty, still lost in her post sex glow, and that afforded him a terrific shot of her used Venus mound. Cum dribbled freely from her slit and pooled up between her legs. CLICK went the camera capturing the moment. He printed them out and added them to the rest of her photos up on the board, new additions to her record of progress.

Watching her there made his cock twinge again, and he felt the urge to go right back in for another round. Caution spoke up, warning him that he would probably start rubbing himself raw if he kept going at that rate. "Plenty more where that came from." he reassured himself. He'd trained many women since he'd joined the island crew, but none had shown as much promise as Lola did. She excited him beyond mere sexual gratification- she had fire, she had drive, and was a cut above the rest. He couldn't tell her that right away, not all of it; she had to walk further down the path before he would open up to her. Right now, he was the drill sergeant, the one that would put her through the ringer and give her the skills she needed to survive in her new role. When she accepted her new life, he would be the coach and mentor. If they had made progress tonight, it would be apparent in the next couple of days. If not, well, that worried him because it would become the long haul. Some people on the island were real hard sells when it came to that, especially when they saw a prime cut of meat; slow cooking was under appreciated.

He got the shower going, warming up the water, then went back and scooped up Lola, carrying her into the bathroom. He steadied her as she washed herself down and rinsed herself out- she was exhausted both mentally and physically making her actions sluggish. They didn't speak which made it easier. WAAAAAY back in the days he was still dating, he dreaded the after sex questions of, "What are you thinking?" or the, "Let's talk about our feelings now!" conversations. He toweled her off and they walked back to the bedroom. She made motions to get back on the bed but he had stopped her, and pulled out a large plush dog bed from underneath the main one. She had stood there considering it for a moment when he gestured her toward it, but then just curled up in the middle of it without saying a word. He re-clipped her leash and went to change his bed sheets. By the time he was finished, she was sound asleep.

When she woke, the sun was coming in through the open screen windows to the man's house- apparently they hadn't bothered shutting them yesterday. Sitting up she noticed that she had slept in... a dog bed. Her cheeks reddened at being casually treated like an animal. Her hips were protesting everything, especially the leg sockets- she really needed to start doing some serious stretching if this was what he had in mind for her. Peeking over the bed she found him sleeping, as well as finding her leash clip. Undoing it, she stretched out and padded over to the bathroom to do her morning routine. Looking in the mirror, she noticed her fur was standing out in patches of strange angles- she must have been partially wet when she passed out. Walking awkwardly back into the room, she re-clipped her leash on, and sat down on a chair. She wasn't an beast, and wasn't going to be treated like one.

Last night was a whirlwind of emotions. He had used her, forced her to admit things about herself when she was vulnerable, and make her lie about who she was. He'd... forced pleasure out of her. Amazing pleasure. Her cheeks flushed at that and she toyed with the end of one of ears at the memory. He'd forced her to enjoy it and then made her want more.

"Except for the lying about who you really are and making you want more." her mind said. "Told you I'd remind you."

"UUUGH... you again!" she fumed.

"You're just pissed because he made you tell the truth. He got past wall the walls you put up, both upstairs and downstairs."

She crossed her legs and then her arms for good measure.

"Now you're extra pissed because I'm pointing it out. Look honey, you gave up your morals and your pride for a shitty mattress. Where was the resistance? You get loopy when he puts it in you. You get wet when he starts putting his boot down on you. These things are true, so what are we fighting about?"

"Just because a rapist is good at what he does, doesn't make anything he says right!" she retorted.

"Good morning to you too."She heard him slur from the bed.

Lola froze. Oh god! Was she supposed to be out of the dog bed? Would that piss him off? What if it did, he didn't rule her life. She needed to start standing up for herself.

"Except right now, he does rule your life." her mind corrected. "He brings the food and I'm pretty sure he keeps the others away. Like that dog."

She hopped back in the animal bed, peeking over the edge of his to look at him.

The man stirred and sat up, noticing the small half head peeking at him from the foot of the bed. Blonde hair big eyes were about all he could make out as he wiped away the sleep. Cute.

"Hold that thought... or whatever it is your doing... while I get dressed." he waved in her general direction, and lumbered into the shower. The sounds of water filled the other room.

"Dressed. What a nice concept." she mocked. "Gee Lola! What will you be wearing today? GOSH! I don't know! I think maybe I'll wear this pink hair band and my leash. Tee hee!" she played both sides of the conversation. Thankfully her brain had shut up and didn't add anything. She sat and sulked until he finally immerged combing his hair back and adjusting his short sleeved shirt.

"It gets better." he said, gauging her mood. "If you let it. In time, you'll be staying with others and eventually, you'll have free reign of the base. You won't always have your leash on, unless you like it." He walked over and untied her leash from the bed. She stood up at the same time he bent down and suddenly they were nose to nose. She took a step back from the sudden intrusion into her personal space.

"And if you make it all the way, you get to go back to the city. Only the best get to do this, but I think you can be one of the best."

Her eyes widened. "Go... back to the city?" she said in a questioning voice.

"No joke." he straightened up and ruffled her hair. "Absolutely true. The ones that truly embrace what's going on, are back there right now. Hell, you might have passed one on the streets and never even noticed."

She didn't know what to say to that. She had thought about escaping, to be free of this wretched place, but she had never thought about these "people" just... letting her go. That was bewildering, like a bizarre catch-and-release program.

"Hungry?" he asked and tapped her on the nose with the end of the leash strap.

She sniffled and nodded. Last night had taken a lot out of her.

They walked slowly to the cafeteria, each feeling the stiffness of last night activities. Once inside, a couple of men had given her knowing grins and she realized that her voice must have carried far. She blushed and kept her eyes on her food tray. They found an empty spot to sit at the long . She wondered if he had a favorite spot that he kept to. She had a lot of questions for him, but didn't want to talk about them in public and kept quiet.

"So, remember how I said that the price of things change over time?" he asked her.

She nodded.

"Good good. Because the price of your room went up. Just a little mind you."

Lola deflated.

"Rent is now saying your line AND giving a little show."

Lola cocked her head warily. "What kind of show?" she asked.

"Once a day, you need masturbate till you climax."

She almost spit her food up. "In public????" she hissed.

"Well, if there's nobody around outside it's not very public is it?" he shrugged.

"And if there is?" she said, trying to keep her voice down.

"Then I guess it's public." he said.

She was speechless.

"I'm going to give you a wireless camera you can turn on and off. When it's on, it records, and you'll turn it on every time you start getting your fingers sticky. Make sure we get a nice good view. Pussy, face, all of it in the shot. And again, don't do anything stupid like trying to play it in the middle of the night; that's just going to end badly. I repeat: once a day, nice and bright, easy to see, fully body and you don't stop till you get off. I'm going to review your tapes, so I'll know if you miss paying your rent."

He went back to eating, while she stared at him too stunned for words.