FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Ch 16

After the first night she was determined to keep the room. Now when she woke up, Lola marveled at how relaxed she felt- she hadn't realized how much stress had built up in that little in room in such a short period of time. There was also the modest connection to the world again... outside the bars that is, and the air that came in tickled her fur. The room wasn't perfect by a long shot, she still only had her water spigot and her cardboard to deal with, but it was better. The man had been right about that.

The room was also a strange mix of surrender and power. On one hand, she couldn't stop anyone from walking by and taking a look at her in the buff, and of course get the little greeting she would have to offer each and every one of them. However, she controlled what kind of view they were going to get, and she was well outside of arm's reach. Lola was also sure of two other things. The first was she was certain only a few people had the key to her room, otherwise she would have gotten a long line of forced conjugal visits while she was in her cell. Also, she was pretty certain whomever did hold those keys could change her situation at any moment.

But they hadn't.

"I must be doing something right." she muttered, and wasn't surprised considering she was starting to get into very familiar territory- people wanted to look at her and she wanted to them to do so. She... just wasn't used to doing it coerced and naked; on their terms. After the first night she had woken up to find two men staring at her. Once she had recovered from that shock, she had given them a huge stretch, batted her eyes, and said her line. It went on from there with some variations. One guy just hung around for what seemed forever, just grinned at her. That had been very... awkward. She had been relieved when he finally turned away, since Lola had no idea what to do other than just sit on her mattress and wait for him to do whatever. She had wanted a curtain, or something that she could use to hide herself from him, but she knew that would end badly. It was demeaning to be reduced a zoo animal, an exhibit of sorts that she couldn't escape from. Most of the others weren't bad, and those hungry eyes had given her the energy to keep going.

By the third day, she started to figure out what some of her viewers enjoyed. By the fifth day, she had them memorized to some extent. Randal (she'd asked his name) liked a shy little demure greeting, while Taskar and Koose like a lot more sass. That she could really deliver, cocking her hip out with her other shoulder up a classic pose. She could actually verbally spar back and forth with them, her quips sending both on their way laughing. Others she knew better than to say much of anything to other than her line of dialog. It was the way they carried themselves, with almost ape like aggressive posturing. She usually stayed on all fours when they were around, submissively looking at their feet. Then there was Don. He made sure to hang around once outside the cell bars. He had the air of causal violence around him that scared her, almost like he a gunslinger itching for a fight. "I wonder what you taste like?" he asked before leaving, and Lola knew it wasn't in a sexual way. It took her a while to recover and get her game face back on. She knew that somehow he was one of the people that could get her key if he really wanted to.

Men liked to talk to her when she gave them attention. If she chatted them up outside of her normal dialog she could find out all sorts of things. Where some of them worked. Who worked with them. Did they like their job? She'd never really paid attention to this when she was back in the city.

"You were so full of yourself that you didn't care what was happening around you." her brain added.

"Thanks." She scowled.

The front of her cell was clear of visitors so she was leaning on the bars, getting an uninterrupted view of the beach. Was this something she could use? Some of the guys she talked to worked the docks, loading and unloading the ships that came in. Maaayyyyybbeeee she could tease out a shift change. She was small compared to a human, and she bet there was somewhere on a boat to hide. They couldn't keep her in this room forever, and there would be opportunities to... disappear. She'd have to be careful, to ease into this slowly. Play their game long enough till they trusted her and then make her move. She could do that.

The man had been busy for most of this time. More than once he didn't have any time to spend with her and just dropped off her meals and picked up the dishes when she was done. She's had to resort to her visitors to get the attention she needed.

Lola didn't like to admit it but she was getting pretty sure you could get used to anything if you gave it enough time. She barely noticed the dog collar she was wearing, and while the first couple of days had been downright humiliating, she had started to get used to people seeing her naked. She remembered back at college when she had to take an art elective, and chose a figure drawing class. When it began, the model would walk into the room, disrobe and pose. Lola, and others, would be awkward, realizing they had paid money to stare at a naked person for several hours. However, as the weeks went on, the class relaxed. When it was close to the end, people barely noticed the naked person in the middle of the room when they took breaks. The class chatted, texted and acted as if nothing was strange with the situation. They had grown used to nakedness.

Just as she was starting to do so now. She wasn't happy about the situation, but it was tolerable and she could put on her act. If the visitor was good looking, she didn't even need to act. She rarely worked up the nerve to be lewd, after all she wasn't a slut.

On the sixth day, the man was back. Lola turned from the bars and watched him enter.

"Let's go for a walk." he said, pulling out his leash after slipping the key into his pocket.

His left pocket. Lola had made a mental note of it and was confirming all the details in a mental list of useful things. "Where have you been?" she walked across the room to him, trying not to look eager. She lifted her chin up and let him slide the clap around the little ring. "You've been out of town or something?"

"Don't tell me you missed me." he said, but there was something off about him today, something weary. Or was it resigned?

"Ok, I won't." she sassed a little and blew some of the blonde hair out of her eyes after he had her leash clipped. "Seriously, where were you? I've had nothing but strangers for days."

Getting out of the room was a nice change even if it was being walked like a bitch. She kept to her usual place in front of him and let him give her the directions he wanted her to walk. She was pretty sure he did this to stare at her ass, even if it was partially hidden by that white fluff of a tail.

"I've been dealing with something that couldn't wait." he said a little evasively. The silence hung there for a while and Lola realized she needed to pick up the dropped ball or this game of catch was over.

"That's... cryptic. Well, what's the news?" she tried to keep it light. She realized they were getting close to the outside.

"The good news or the bad news?" he responded.

"Let's do the good news." she said, eye brows furrowing.

"The good news is that I'm getting nothing but good reports on you." he said, his voice elevating. Lola could tell his mood had picked up this.

"OH? You've been checking up on me?" she beamed. It was stupid, but she was surprised at how pleased she'd gotten at the praise. Lola had always been competitive, not satisfied with being second best, and this review went straight to that core of herself and warmed it up. She looked over her shoulder at him with an arched eyebrow but kept her smile playful. She saw he was trying not to smile but wasn't succeeding. She could get to men if she wanted to.

"Always." he said, "Just because I'm not around doesn't mean you're off my radar. You're making some very good progress."

The man saw the rabbit almost light up at that. He had that effect on women if he wanted to. It wasn't much praise, but it was a lot compared to what she had been getting. She was getting some of her spirit back and that was good as long as it was molded correctly. So far, so good.

"Ok, keep going." Lola said. "Let's talk about me some more."

"We'll table that for later. Soon, but later. Right now it's time for the bad news. " The man's smile had faded and they were just about leaving the building. Something was happening outside in the courtyard.

Lola began to slow and he had to push her along as she dropped back to his side.

"The bad news..." he said with a sigh. "Is that someone didn't work out."

They exited the building together and he threaded them through the small throng of people that had congregated at the front door. "She needs to see this." he told a few of the onlookers when they gave him dirty looks for taking their view. They had nodded and made no more of it.

Lola saw a raven haired tattooed woman being dragged to a van that was parked on the other side of the lawn area opposite the buildings. Lola noticed that at some point she was naked except for her shoes and had lost one of her stiletto heels along the way. She found it strange that she would have noticed such a detail. The woman bucked, swore and kicked but the bandit wasn't letting go as he manhandled her toward the open van.

Breaking through the crowd, Don strode eagerly, rotating his shoulders to stretch them out, heading right for the woman. Two others followed in his wake, the first man carrying a coil of rope and the other a canvas bag. Don gave out a sharp bark of aggression and the woman's defiance melted to pleading as she saw who was bearing down on her. She tried to scrabble away from him instead of the man who had a firm hold on her but wasn't going anywhere on her own. Lola pressed herself against the man and felt him put his arm around her. She put her hand over his and held on to tightly.

"Don't look away." he said with a resigned tone to his voice. "This is what happens when you go too far, and try to escape."

Lola stiffened. How had he known? Did he know? Was there a camera in her room she hadn't seen? A microphone somewhere? Had she said something to someone to make them suspicious? How did he know what she had been thinking? Like so many of her breed she sat there paralyzed when fear took over, eyes wide.

Don's group had reached the woman and proceeded to bundle her up into the van. The fight was out of her now, and she was just begging turning from one man to another trying to find sympathy, until they shut the door and Lola could see no more. The van shuddered and began to drive off, down the road and out of sight.

"What... are they going to do to her?" Lola managed to say as the crowd began to dissipate.

"Pretty much whatever they want." the man replied. "But it will end with the sharks. There's no coming back if you steal a key to a vehicle and lie about it. This is what I was dealing with all week- talking to the other trainers. She was a hold out, and it wasn't the first time her name was brought before us." Again, he seemed resigned and didn't elaborate.

They stood there for a holding each other for a little while until most everyone else had dispersed. Soon not a thing was out of place, other than fresh tire tracks on the lawn.

"Do we have to go back? I don't want to go back to my room right away." Lola said

The man nodded. It was what he had intended, but there was no need to let her know that. The last thing he wanted her to be was alone right now. All this tension could lead to sadness or withdrawal, which would be a big step in the wrong direction. Time to more her forward while she was vulnerable.

"I think we can do that, it's an opportunity to talk about your progress and how to go forward. Let's pick that up back at my place."

CH 17

They walked across the complex, leaving the main communal space behind. Lola had stuck close to the man the entire time, even when they started getting into unfamiliar territory when the grassy area had ended. Rows of older prefabricated houses with electrical lines crisscrossing all over the tops of the roofs began to appear through the trees as they followed a leaf stained concrete walkway. She saw satellite dishes sticking out odd angles toward the top and bulky generators in casing by the bottom, while weeds and tall grass shouldered their way out the bases of the foundations. She was pretty sure she saw a blue inflatable swimming pool partially obscured by a fence in need of paint. Lola wasn't sure what she was expecting when it came to were this group of thugs lived, but she hadn't expected a neighborhood on the poor side of town. Except she was pretty sure the property crime rate here was close to zero.

He turned her down a walkway of rounded flagstones and up to a faded blue house with a mosquito netting lined wooden porch. She regarded a reclining pool chair and side table as he opened the door and ushered her in, flicking on the lights.

"Who fired the maid?!?"

She hadn't meant to say that out loud but she just sort of blurted it out. This place was a mess, certifiable bachelor territory. Books sat on top of most every surface, and on top of those was various food containers and empty glasses. Clothes were heaped in a corner waiting to rescued by a washer unit. That rescue was along in coming, but might still be on the horizon- she was sure they hadn't given up hope yet. All of it stunned her for a moment, making her balk in the doorway. He had so many things, it was almost too much. Her sole possession was a stained mattress that she had to keep earning or it would be taken away. He had so much that he couldn't even organize it.

He snorted at her comment, pushed her in and closed the door behind them. The room it's self was large, and she guessed it took up at least half of the home. A huge queen sized bed dominated one corner of the room while a computer desk sat with monitors opposite it. There were bookshelves, a corkboard up on the wall, and a moderate television placed on a combination table and cupboard unit that seemed to wish it had less weight on it. She took a few wandering steps in while the man attached her leash to the bed; an eye ring had been welded to it near the bottom. Then he went over and started to rummage through some piles of papers on his computer table, ignoring her for a moment. She couldn't help but stare at the bed in envy, slowly drawing nearer to it. It was off the ground, had a box spring and... sheets. She slid her hands over them and felt the fabric bunch up under her fingers. How long had it been? Weeks? Maybe? Pillows. Holy crap, he had pillows. She remembered pillows, she LOVED pillows.

The man rustled around his desk till he found what he wanted and pressed it. It was time to go to work on her again. A woman was a like a muscle- you needed to break it down before you could build it back up again into something more aesthetically pleasing. He was hoping that he had given her enough time to let her current training take root, and that today's events had made the impression he hoped they would. This next step was never a sure thing, each woman had their own breaking point. If Lola responded with anger, then he needed to give her more basic obedience training, to grind down her fighting spirit. If she responded with tears, that would tell him that she considered fighting to be a non-option and had to vent her emotions passively. Tears would mean surrender to a certain extent, and you had to have those before you had smiles. Once the smiling started for real, then tears would be a thing of the past.

He turned to her. "You've been considering escaping, haven't you?" he loved this, as it was an easy manipulation. EVERY girl thought about escaping. All of them did, so the question always made them guilty. It also made him seem like he knew more than he did, or that he had some inside knowledge. He had felt her jump when he mentioned escaping at the event, so he was sure she was plotting something, and he was going to treat her that way.

Lola froze at his question. Tail twitching spasmodically. The man was pretty sure if he hadn't tethered her down, she might have actually tried to bolt. As it was she stood rigidly.

"Turn around and face me." he said firmly. He wasn't going to yell, this one wouldn't react well to yelling. He just needed to be solemn, direct and unrelenting. She reacted well to domination and humiliation. He watched her as she inched around till she was facing him, hands at her sides and staring at his feet. "I asked, why you have been thinking about escape. Because I know you have."

Lola trembled at that last part.

"He knows!" her mind whined.

She knew she would have to answer and clenched her eyes shut. She felt like she had been dragged into the principal's office for a dressing down. How did he know? How could he have known?

"Why where you thinking about it?" he pressed again.

"He knows and he's waiting for you." her mind whined again.

It was hard to begin, but when she did, the words became easier as she spoke them, almost falling over each other. "I don't want to be what you want me to be. I'm not your whore and I'm I don't want to be one! I don't want to become the...plaything you are trying to change me in to!" she was breathing hard and she took a second to regain her composure. "I control my body! I get to say what happens to it and I don't want this!" her voice strained at the end. She felt like covering up her nakedness from him, but refrained.

He stood there for a very long time and she absolutely hated the silence. She continued to tremble not knowing what was going to happen now that she had told truth to power.

"Either you haven't been playing attention or you're too stupid to see what's happening." He said flatly. "Which is it?"

"What is what?" she said, still not looking up at him.

"I asked if you were ignoring me or if you were stupid. It's one or the other, so which one are you?"

"I don't understand." she mumbled. This wasn't going well, and she felt like she was trying to grab at smoke.

"Ah. You're stupid. Ok, that helps me." he said and walked over to her, making her take an involuntary step back. He knelt down in front of her, enjoying her nakedness so close to him. He tilted her head up and forced her to look at him directly, he knew how much that unnerved her.

"I'm going to speak slowly so that you can understand ok?" he was speaking to her like she was a little girl, in a slightly higher register in his voice you would a small child. "I told you this before when you arrived- your head is full of bad ideas. They get in the way so you can't see who you really are." he smoothed her blonde hair on her head. "You're a woman. Your job is to fuck who you're told to when to do it. You need someone to take charge of you, to own you, and thank them for it. That's what you really want, but all those bad ideas are getting in the way."

Lola sniffled and shook her head no. "Noo...that's not what I want." she turned her head aside. He turned it back for her. "That's not me." she mewled.

"You don't get it. I'm not turning you into anything new. I'm not making you become something that is you aren't. You're already a whore. You've been a fuck bunny since the day you were born." he smoothed her hair some more. "You're a slut, who convinced herself she's a good girl, and I'm going to make you stop doing that. Right here, right now."

Lola's eyes watered and tears formed on the side. One fat drop spilled over and traced the side of her small muzzle. "Wha.... no... No!" she was trembling hard now.

He leaned in closer. "Get down on the ground on all fours. Now. I want your palms on the floor"

She just stood there dumb founded, so he pressed down on her head to get her going. Tears were now flowing freely as she began to sink down to her knees. "Please!" She begged him. "Please!" He kept gently pressing her down till she was on her hands and knees before him. "I'm not..." he heard her sob and smiled. Tears were a good sign.

"Chest all the way down. Keep your ass up, your tits should be flat on the floor." He said and watched her sink lower, prostrating herself before him. He shifted around behind her, and that made Lola start to look up. He put his hand gently on her cheek and pressed her face down to the floor. "Shhhhhhhh..." he said. "Shhhhhh.... all the way down."

Lola's face was flat against the floor and she could see it was in desperate need of being swept. Her eyes were wet and everything in the room had become misty and indistinct. Her small pink nose was running and she sniffed to clear it. "Please..." she continued between sobs. "I'm not a whore."

"Then why are you wet?" he asked simply. Then he took his index and forefinger, reached in behind her and rubbed her pussy slit from the clit to end. They came back soaking, and held them in front of her face so she could smell her own juice. "I didn't even put them inside you."

Lola stared with at the man's glistening fingers. Her pussy had been drooling and she hadn't even noticed it. How could this happen? "That's no..." her protest was cut off as the man slowly, but firmly put his fingers into her mouth. Instinctively, her tongue explore the foreign objects that had been forced in her. She scrunched her eyes shut. He shushed her again.

"Less talking..." he began to push his fingers in and out of her mouth, getting some of her juice on her muzzle. "No good girl would get so wet so fast, not like this." he continued to finger fuck her mouth as he talked. "But a whore does. A bitch who knows that she's a sexy toy, knows that she's property to be used, THAT bitch gets wet like you do. Because she enjoys it, it makes her happy." Lola whimpered had his fingers made wet sounds in her mouth. He could feel her buck teeth and grinned in the fact she hadn't made the slightest effort to use them. He pulled his fingers out with a wet slop and Lola panted, trying to get her taste of her cunt out of her mouth.

He waited for a moment. "I'm going to take my hand off, but I want you to stay face down. Can you do that for me?" he was still speaking to her like a child. She nodded her head yes as best she could and she felt his weight come off her head. His hand went to stroking her ears and she stiffened. They were sensitive and she knew this was another show of mastery over her.

"Do you know why a bitch is happy?" he asked. Lola shook her head no. "The bitch is happy because she doesn't have to think anymore. Someone does that for her." His other hand reached down her chest and stroked the side of her breast, before continuing down until it rested on her stomach. He playfully slapped it a couple of times, making her squeak and arch her back. "The bitch is freed up to take care of her owner. That's all she has to worry about- pleasing him. She's happy her head is so empty."

His fingers were at her vulva again and she yelped. This time he slid them in up to this palm and kept them there. Lola's eyes bulged and she let out a cry of surprise and pleasure. He wiggled them around exploring the small confines of her slavering pussy. "Now, some girls make better whores than others do. Some girls have a natural talent for it. Like you." he could feel her buck and spasm, each of his movements forcing a reaction from her. In measures her sniffling sobs were turning into small moaning cries. "To state the obvious, you're a rabbit. You symbolize fucking. Hell, girls have been wearing Playboy ears for decades to try and get some of that slut bunny magic you have. It works, guys get hard for that. The whole point of your existence is to fuck."

She whined and wiggled her hips around his unmoving hand. "I..." she stammered. "I'm not just a...ahh... a sex toy... ohhh. I'm more than that." she panted. Even with his hand gone, she kept her face to the ground.

"What was that?" He asked and begin to move his fingers back and forth rapidly, causing her to gasp lustily. "I'm sorry I couldn't hear what you said. Could you repeat that?"

"I... I'm mo....UUHHH.... more than ... ahh ... a... "

He pulled his fingers out of her and began to wipe them clean on her on her back, leaving long slime trails through her fur. He had felt her stomach start to tense up and knew she was close to climaxing. He hummed to himself softly and started to undo his pants.

"Nhooo...." she panted and pushed her hips back toward him, trying to blindly feel his fingers again with her hips. She panted and felt that tension in her hips beg for release. Please not again, not like the beach. She ground her legs together trying to get off by rubbing her pussy lips together, but it just made things worse. Those lips were tingling, full of need, hungry for him. She shut her eyes and tried to kill off the feeling of the pulse that was throbbing between her legs. "I'm... more than... a toy." she finished her sentence. She swiveled her hips to the side so she could see what was behind her. She saw past herself and saw him naked from the waist down, his cock fully erect in his hand.

"oh." she said in a little voice, and started breathing hard again. She didn't look away from him, eyes locked on the cock inches from her.

"If you're not a fuck toy, then you have no need of this." he said and spanked her ass with his cock a few times. She jumped at little at each tap of his dickhead hitting her cheek. Lazily he moved it around her flank straying near to her drooling pussy, but moving away when she bent her ass toward him.

"You told me you're not a whore, but I like fucking whores, not good girls." he slid his dick across her lips for a moment and Lola set out a frustrated cry, but again his cock was gone again, leaving her loins burned with lust. "But I think you're lying. Mostly to yourself. From where I'm sitting, it looks like you want to fuck really badly." He smirked. She was, he could see her trembling hard- he'd worked her up into an agitated state and was just teasing her there and it was driving her crazy.

"You're going to have to beg him." her mind weighed in.

Lola shivered barely shaking her head no, but the conviction was gone, she was panting hard and a small puddle of drool was escaping out the side of her mouth that was pressed to the floor.

"Just a few words and he'll be sliding into you. You know you want it. You wanted it on the beach, BADLY. You want it now, BADLY." her mind didn't let up.

She didn't shake her head no this time, just painted, letting her mind chip away at what was left of her sense of self worth.

"He's fucked you in public and you asked him to cum in you. You've sucked his cock and thanked him for it."

Lola licked her lips and bit down on the bottom one, still staring at his dick.

"After all that, who do you think you're kidding? Spread your dumb bunny legs and stop dragging this out. Doll"

"I..." she whispered. That name sending a spike of pleasure through her.

"NOW!" her mind shouted.

"I want you to fuck me like a whore." she said.

He grinned. "I don't want to fuck you like a whore, I want you to be my whore."

She moaned. Was she going to do this? She had already sunk so low, groveled and debased herself for simple objects. She'd posed suggestively in the nude for strangers and sucked off someone she hadn't known for more than five minutes. She's begged and fucked him for everything she had.

Slowly, she spread her legs apart , letting her knees open up cross the floor. The blush started in her cheeks, but soon flushed through her whole body, warming it up. Her cunt throbbed, and her tail twitched. She pushed her belly button lower to arc her hips up to present her pussy toward him.

"I want you to fuck me like a whore because I am your whore." she purred for him. Just... say the words... Just say them. She thought.

The man smiled and slid his dick up her slit letting her lubricate him. Then he found her entrance and pressed in, not stopping until his hips where pressed hard against hers. This wasn't going to be a slow fuck, that would come later when he put the last pieces into place. This was going to fill some animal desires they both had, and he was going to batter her womb until she surrendered.

She squealed in pleasure as his first thrust filled her completely. He loved how she felt, how his dick stretched her almost too tight pussy out, how it clung to him as he partially withdrew, making the unmistakable wet slapping sounds of sex. He pressed in again, and again, hands on her hips, feeling his balls bump against her little clit. "Louder. A whore isn't shy."

Lola moaned lewdly for him and grunted as his thrust pushed the air out of her a little each time, reveling in the feeling of being so filled by someone. Her hips rocked to his rhythm, her body throbbed at his touch. His cock head pushed past her cervix invading her most intimate of spaces.

"Louder!" he said and slapped her ass. Her ass cheeks stung at the abuse and her clit jolted with pleasure. "What does a whore say when she's being fucked?" SMACK! his hand slapped her ass again.

"I...AHH... I.. ahhhh fuckkkkkk...likkkee it...wh..wh..when...ugh... you fuckkk... me!" she slobbered.

He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling it to force her head up and back toward him, and was rewarded when her pussy clenched down hard on his cock. He was panting now too. "I bet you do. Whores are owned. Who owns you?"

"yuh do..." she said starring up at him with sex addled eyes. She was beginning to set sloppy.

"That's right. I. Own. You." he said thrusting hard for good measure. Lola rolled her eyes up into her sockets dreamily in response, mouth open and panting heavily, all she could do was groan. "Now, cum for me bitch."

He began thrusting hard into her, picking up the speed. At this rate he wasn't going to last long, especially not when he was balls deep in such a tight little cunt, but he knew she was almost there anyways. He pushed her head back down to the floor in the puddle of her drool, mopping the floor with her face.

Lola painted and cried out loudly as her climax was building up. What has been a numb pleasure throughout her stomach was beginning to draw tighter into a ball of bliss. Her pussy continued to drool, welcoming him for the final event.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck.. oh fuckfuckfuck..." she began to wail in a squeaky voice. She was near the top of the rollercoaster.

"Tell me what you're doing." he said between pants, grinning broadly.

"Fuck... mee! Oh! I'm going to cum for you! Ie... I'mmm goinnnngg to cummmm... don'tstopdon'tstopfuckdon'tstop!" she begged him, her breath hitching.

He didn't respond, and kept pushing himself into her. The sounds of their fucking was intoxicating.

"Wh... I... OOOHHHHHHHHH!" she wailed. If her legs had been trembling before, they were spamming now as a wave of ecstasy exploded out of her cunt in jolts and spasms. Her eyes crossed and her toes pointed rigidly- her body twitching and spamming from being electrocuted with endorphins. She forgot about the outside world, about her shame, and her mind narrowed down to the single blissful feeling that was unspooling inside of her. She cried out long and loud, a sound of pure erotic delight that could be heard in the houses surrounding them, startling a few birds in the next yard. She gulped in air and cried out again, feeling his cock pulse in her trembling pussy.

He waited until she started to come down from her orgasmic high. It took all his willpower but he wanted her to be around for him to finish.

"Lola." he slapped her cheeks to get her attention. Groggily she turned her face to him. "Tell me to cum in you. Just like I taught you in the park." he realized he was going to whether she did or didn't but it was worth a shot.

"I whaant you to cummm in me." she slurred and looked back at him.

With that, he could hold back no longer. His balls heated up and clenched, and the base of his cock built up pleasure before he finally let go. He pushed as in hard with one last thrust, shoving his cock head as far as it would go, opening up her womb to him. Then he began to pulse and shuddered, as the first sprays of his seed shot out, splattering deep inside her. He throbbed, holding her hips to his as ropes of his thick sperm splashed out, filling her little belly. More followed and with nowhere else to go, it began to squeeze out between his dick and her pussy. Lola closed her eyes and licked her lips, feeling his warmth shoot into her. She let out little moans or oohs each time she felt a stream plaster it's self inside her tummy. He was filling her up again, just like he had done on the beach, making her feel warm and live.

Oh god.... she thought to herself. Why am I enjoying this so much? She adjusted her hips and felt a fresh stream of sperm ooze down her leg.

"That's because he already broke you before you set foot in this room." her mind said.

That last thought hit her like a thunderclap. He... he had already... broken her. She hadn't realized it but she... had lost a long time ago. She relived all their sexual encounters and saw how she hadn't put up a fight. Not a real one.

He had been right all along.

CH 18

The man felt himself get flaccid with after sex tingle and slid out of Lola with a wet slop, forming a trail of sticky sperm between his cock head and her pussy trembling. He waited for a moment, watching his seed drip out of her, enjoying the view, slowly wiping himself clean on her ass. Lola had been vocal while he mounted her but now she seemed to have crawling back up into her head, as if she was contemplating some deep bunny thoughts. They'd have to talk about that shortly, but he wanted to cleaned up before the next round. After checking her leash connections, convinced she was secure, he gave her pat on the side and went to take a shower.

While he let the hot water rinse him clean he thought about what to do. He'd gotten her to start talking the way he liked- nice a dirty during sex- no modesty allowed, which was a good step forward. Each time he's nailed her, he found her pliable, susceptible was possibly a better term, to what he wanted. Each girl was a new approach, a new battleground to be fought over and conquered. The water dripped off his chin and he found himself wondering how much he wanted to change her and how much he wanted to keep as is. Truth of the matter was he liked her personality- fiery, assertive and a real achiever. If he turned her into a toy that just rolled over, it would be like wrecking a piece of fine art. He was a little surprised to realize that he didn't want to do that; it would be betting a B when you knew you could have had an A if you tried harder. She had to desire the things he wanted instead of what she wanted. Thinking back on it, he noted she had responded well to the incentive system, earning things or privileges with her body, so perhaps it was time to broaden that approach.

The thought hit him that he hadn't felt this way about his prior students and gave a little chuckle as he turned off the water.

Lola heard the shower turn on in the other room and sat up, her head fixated on her revelation.

He had already won.

Maybe?

She rolled over on her back and looked up at the ceiling, her body still flushed from her orgasm. He'd made her feel so damned good it was frustrating. It would have been one thing if he had been a sadist, or yelled, beat her even- something she could have despised and resisted. Instead, he had forced her to have the best sex she'd had in her entire life. That was hard to fight against. He'd belittled her, humiliated her and exploited her, but her body reacted so hungrily for it- he couldn't have made that part happen. She'd heard someone say "you can't rape the willing" and warred over that notion. Had he been mistreating her, or had he been offering her a way out of her bad situation under someone else's care?

Her situation, the one that cunt bear Rebecca had put her into. Lola glowered.

That thought made her grit her teeth and gave her focus, narrowing her wandering brain into focus. She was here because that bitch had lumbered out of nowhere and wrecked her life. Lola was staring up at the roof with some stranger's cum leaking out of her, because of Rebecca. Why? That bear was a nobody so why had she done it? She paused on that before Lola realized she didn't care, instead she swore that she would see the day that Rebecca would get what was coming to her. She would make the larger woman beg for forgiveness, groveling on all fours in front of her, naked and submissive. Lola would take everything from her. That thought of revenge, of dominating the one who upended her life put some steel in Lola's spine. Rebecca saw her as some screwed up rival, then by god Lola was going to become that rival.

She was going to endure whatever it took to get her paws on the one who started it all. She didn't know how it was going to happen, but it was going to happen.

"Hey!"

The man's voice interrupted her brooding. She sat up on her elbows and looked up at him toweling himself off. She wasn't sure how long he had been standing there.

"Go hop in the shower. Don't use up all the hot water, and leave the window open, I hate mildew."

She got up off the floor, considered dusting herself off, but thought the shower would do a better job. Her ass and thighs were sticky and she awkwardly waddled over to the other room. She thought he might grope her as she walked by, or slap her ass, but he didn't, he was absorbed in rifling though his desk again. Not sure if she was pleased by that, or peeved because he wasn't paying attention to her, she grabbed an empty plastic water bottle off a table on her way out.

The shower room was with just enough room for a sink, toilet and a shower. The shower it's self seemed larger than what was originally designed for the room and she realized that's why the rest of it was cramped. There indeed was a window open to the outside, with only a bug screen between her and freedom. Walking over to it, she pressed her hand against the flimsy material and felt it give. There was literally nothing stopping her from bolting if she did it carefully. She saw trees, bushes and the sides of the other houses hidden away, their lights flicking on as twilight began to settle. She could just... run.. run into the jungle and vanish.

"Except you'll probably die." her mind spoke up. "It's not like that probably hasn't happened before. Do you think you'll be the first? No. This is a test. You go out and you lose, probably everything."

Lola deflated at that, and took her hand off the bug screen. On the outside of it, a beetle scrabbled around trying to get in. If it did, it would die of starvation. It was on the outside trying to get in, and she was on the inside wanting to get out. If either got their wish that would be the last bad choice in their life.

She got in and let the hot water run over her. Nobody was staring at her while she bathed, not like the other time in the courtyard. Being in private almost seemed a luxury, and that gave her a little shiver of pleasure, and she strutted around. Filling the empty plastic water bottle, she inserted it between her legs and flushed herself out, then got to work on the rest of her.

When returned to the living room she saw the man pinning photos up on cork board that was by the bed. "Looking good!" He smiled and motioned for her to hop up on the bed.

"On it?" she asked hopefully.

"Yep!" he responded still flipping through photos. She turned from him and eased herself on to the queen sized bed, and felt the sheets under her hands and knees again. It was wonderful- the way a bed should feel. She lost herself for a moment and rolled onto her back, closed her eyes and waved her arms and legs around to make snow angels in the sheets. She heard several clicks.

Propping herself up, she saw him holding up the camera to his face. He was smiling, and took another of her confused look.

"Nice!" he smirked. "Now, say your line for me and say it pretty." he waited expectedly.

Lola knew what he wanted- to debase herself for him. She had said it probably over a hundred times in the last few days but this was different. She had a semblance of control, she was proving her worth to keep the room with the view. Here, there was nothing to prove or gain, she was just surrendering to him in private.

Still propped up on her elbows, she spread her knees widely apart, giving him an full view of her pussy mound. She tried to do give him a sexy look but it wasn't working so she managed a smile and hoped that was good enough. "I like the way you look at me."

The camera clicked.

He turned and uploaded the pictures to his computer, then sent them to the printer. Looking through them he selected two and stuck them to the cork board. Pulling up a chair in front of the bed, he balanced the board on it, then sat down next to her.

"What do you think?" he asked.

They were pictures of her taken at various times, forming some sort of lewd two tracked timelines. She guessed the first one was her progress. First the bottom was her, face turned away red faced with humiliation as she said her line for the first time and got a mattress. After that came a long shot of her on a leash being walked in the commons. Then one slightly out of focused one of her sucking his cock on the beach taken from above. When had he done that? Lola realized she had been so engrossed with following his directions that she had never even looked up, and that made her flush all over again. Next was a mid ranged shot of her talking to a man from behind the bars of her room. It made her look like a zoo animal and to her dismay it also looked like she was enjoying the conversation. Above that, was the one he just took of her spread eagle on the bed. To the right of those were a more scattered line. A picture of getting fucked silly and drooling in the park was next to the one of them walking. The one of her making snow angels was next to the recent one at the top.

She knew what he wanted her to see- the fact that she was progressing down his path, getting more and more accustomed to being used. It made it plain as day that she had actually enjoyed some of it. She turned away from it. Had all the girls gone through this or just her?

"What do you want me to say?" she was slightly bothered at all this. "That I'm going to make a good slut for you?"

"Why point out obvious? When that finally happens you won't need the pictures. What I want you to see is that as time goes by, you look happier." He pointed to the one of her getting fucked silly. "Remember when I said you were born to fuck?" he tapped the photo. "Well? Why are there no tears here? Why did you get so cock dumb you needed me to hold you up?" He pointed to her slobbering over his dick on the beach, one of her cheeks full of his dick head. "That's the look of a student, studying hard."

It was true, she hadn't been paying attention to anything else.

"You were told what to do and you did it. No questions were asked. You just got to work, because it comes easy for you when you let it. You've got talent for it."

Lola rolled her eyes at the compliment, but still her mouth twitched at the corners at the praise.

The man saw it was working and he decided to push that approach. Time for a carrot instead of the stick. Lola responded to praise, goals and getting her little bunny brains fucked out. Maybe not always in that order.

"Well it's true. Out of all my students, you show the most potential."

She was looking away but he knew by the way her ears picked up he had her attention.

"I mean it. It's why I keep pushing the same message home, other than you're too stupid to listen to me at times. You excel at everything you do, we've all seen you play on the television and watched your shoe commercial. Lola, you already put out for that- you sold yourself for a product endorsement. I'm just showing you where your REAL talents lay, so you can start focusing on them. You worked hard on things that made you popular. I want you to practice things that will make you legendary."

She sat up a little at that.

"Some names will live forever, like Marilyn Monroe and Betty Page. Sex symbols that will be copied by others for centuries. You could be part that club- you could be one of the best."

She stared down at her lap and he got up from the bed. Pushing the chair back to where it had been. He knew she was about to crawl back up in her head and didn't want that.

"Enough talking. I think we're ready for round two." he said with a grin.

Lola looked up at him for a moment wondering if me meant more pictures and saw him beginning to stroke his cock. He was going to fuck her again. She looked up at him pleadingly, knowing that she couldn't run. If she refused him, he might take away her room. Maybe if he took pity on her...

"Don't give me that look." he chuckled. "You're going to embrace that fuck bunny personality when we're done."

He popped a small blue pill into his mouth and rinsed it down with some bottled water. She arched her eyebrow at him.

"Hey, I'm not sixteen anymore." he shrugged. "Can't go on forever without a little pick-me-up."

"Do you think... you could.. wear a condom this time?" Lola asked hopefully, her head slightly tilted down looking up hopefully at him. She had crossed her legs and was fidgeting with some of the fur on her knee.

The man stood there for a moment just staring at her. Then started to laugh. A little at first, but it became too much to hold back and let it out in until he almost doubled over. His eyes watered and he wiped away the tears. Lola's hopes deflated as she waited for him to stop laughing at her. It took a while.

"Oh wow! That! That... was great. Man, you really delivered that well- you made me think you meant it for a moment." he snorted and shook his head to clear it.

"Hah haaa... yeaaaaaa...." she looked away and rubbed behind her head. "I... thought... you might like it."

"Well I did." He continued. "I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. You just earned something for yourself. Remember the rules- don't ask for something stupid or you'll lose it." He got his breath back to normal. All the laughing has gotten his blood going and let the pill do its magic. His cock had begun to swell past half mast at this point and was rising quickly. She watched it get fuller, saw the veins bulge, and watched his pink penis head turn redder had he stiffened up, now pointing directly at her face. She knew what it could do to her and she bit her lip. "I'll let you think about what you want and you can tell me once we're done."

He walked up to her, letting his now fully erect cock tap under her chin. She looked up at him.

"Tell me how much you missed sucking it." he playfully slapped the side of her muzzle with it. Pat. Smack! Smack!

"I miss su..." she started to say before her he cut her off, and gave her face a couple more slaps with his dick. She could feel his heat against her cheek.

"Look at me when you say it." he said, authority lacing his words.

She looked up at him, close to his chin, and started over.

"I miss suck...." she began but again he cut her off.

"SMILE when you talk to me. You need me to believe you." he rubbed his cock head around on her face some more for emphasis.

He looked huge as she stared up at him, a mountain next to her tiny body. She was nothing compared to him. She hadn't gotten it right twice now and her confidence was beginning to slip; it looked like he was going to lose patience with her.

"Don't make him mad." her mind hissed. "You know what he likes so don't fuck it up."

She cleared her throat and reached a hand up to cup his balls, feeling their weight as she gently caressed them with her palm. Her other hand replaced his, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and began to pump, feeling his hot skin slip through her fingers cupped around in semi circle. Lowering it down, she brought it to her mouth and planted a kiss on the tip of it, feeling the first pearls of precum stick to her lips. She gave him her best "Please forgive me baby" smile.

"Sorry about that," she continued. "I just miss sucking your cock." she stroked the base of his shaft a little faster for emphasis. "Do you want me to fuck my little mouth with it? Hmmm?" she kissed it again for emphasis.

"Better. That's a good girl." he said. Man! When she finally got with the program, she did a damn fine job, he mused to himself.