FSE

Furry search engine

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CH 20

Things went poorly right off the bat.

He sat at his desk and messaged his temples, staring at the video on his computer. His "star" pupil had made an ass of herself on her first day back in her room. According to all accounts including Lola's, she had switched on her camera for the first time and started to start awkwardly messaging her little slit. He could tell she didn't regularly stuck her hands down her pants, and the bunny had closed her eyes while starting to warm herself up. Probably out of some odd concept of modesty. Apparently, that's when Alan showed up at her bars and started watching. The tape showed the rest: Lola opened her eyes, found Alan grinning as she fingered her clit annnnnnndddd that startled her, which was putting it mildly. Immediately afterwards, she picked up the camera and threw it at him. Lola had gotten extremely lucky by missing both Alan and the bars, sending it sailing into the plants beyond her picture window. If she had damaged either, well, that would have serious repercussions.

Alan, thankfully, had thought the whole thing completely hilarious and had told him about it right away. When Alan left to go back to work, The Man had gone straight to her room. Lola's body language said she knew she was in trouble from her cowed demeanor, like a dog that wasn't supposed to be on the couch. He fast walked her toward solitary, and when she figured out where he was taking her, he had to carry her, kicking and begging. That's where she was right now, probably still banging on the door, and would stay until he could untangle this mess. He sagged in his chair and stared as the ceiling. Alan wasn't going to keep his mouth shut, and when word got out that their latest capture was throwing hissy fits, it was going to raise some questions. He had the advantage while he was still ahead of the situation, and did the only thing he could do.

He released the tape to the island.

First, he edited the composition down to just the core elements- Lola beginning to feel a rhythm, the scare, and then reaching for the camera. He cut it so it looked like she was reaching to turn it off and renamed the file "EEEEEEEEEKK!!!". Then he composed a short e-mail, "Looks like our resident bunny forgot to close her window! Enjoy!" with the file in tow. Then he walked over to lay face down on his bed. Humor could cover this mess up, and possibly make her more of an attraction. If she got through this, it would be a nice little punishment to make her daily groping happen in front of a crowd. No matter what, it elevated the island's awareness of her, and he wasn't sure if that was going to change his training time table.

Once again he had to let her sit in her cell and learn her lesson.

CH 21

Lola was squatting down, back to the door she had given up pounding on and stared at nothing. The walls were the same as before, the same cracks in the floor, the same seven shades of cement that there was before. She could still pick up her old scent from her previous incarceration, faint but there. Fear, stress, and sex. Someone else, another woman, had been here in the last couple of days. The same smells but less extreme, as if she wasn't as worried. Lola had gotten bored enough to crawl around on hands and knees searching the floor for any trace of the previous occupant and had come across a couple strands of chestnut hair. She held them now, stroking them with her fingers- a tiny connection to the someone else while Lola was stuck in this... box. She held them up to her small button nose and inhaled. Shampoo with flowers in it. What had she done to earn that?

"More than you have." her mind quipped.

"Shut. UP!" she said exasperated at her newly minted alter ego.

"You know..." it had apparently ignored her. "I'm getting tired of hanging around an underachiever."

"Then leave." she snorted.

"You weren't always like this." it continued.

"Like what?" Lola asked. She was speaking out loud but she didn't care.

"A loser." her mind finally got to the point.

That got her hackles up. "I am NOT a loser." she grunted.

"Well this isn't what I would call winning. You were confident on the court, but here, this is just sad. You're back to square one."

"That's an exaggeration." Lola shook her head and tossed the hairs asside.

"Then where your mattress?"

Lola shut up at that. It looked like pretty much everything she had worked for, had degraded and debased herself for, was lost. She had thrown all that work out the window with the camera. She let her head slump to her knees, her bare ass was cold on the cement.

"That's right. Mrs. Morals lost it all. Who's a clever girl now?"

Lola didn't respond. She was in for a round of self abuse and there was no way to escape it.

"How many times have you been naked in front these guys? Oh yea, all the time every day. You had conversations with them, naked. You didn't just shut up and let them get bored and move on, you kept them there talking. So what made you freak out blondie? Oh god! He saw me finger my crotch! Help! Help!" her mind sneered.

"That's different, it's... private... I'm not ready for his." she moaned.

"Oh pleeeeeese..." her mind scoffed. "You've been wanting people to look at you since you started getting tits. You love it. You do, you really do. You put on a show for the people who shot your commercial, for the fans in the stands and all the people outside your window the last few days. "

"But that's because I let them. I was in control. I wasn't forced to parade about like some glorified stripper. I didn't chose... this." She waved her hands around the room. "Or this whole fucking island!" More exasperated gestures.

"So what?" her mind asked.

"What?"

"Who cares if you're on this island or not? Who cares if you are wearing a dress or nothing at all?"

"I do!" Lola spluttered. "Back home I was on my way to be a star! Here I'm on my way to be a... whore... or whatever they want! I am not a sex object. I am not a toy. I am not a whore."

"Fact: you've turned getting people to fall all over themselves to stare at you into a fine art. Fact: you climax harder, here on this island, than you ever have before. Fact: you get off when he treats you like dirt. Back home, you wanted that attention and you'll do juuuussstt enough to get it before you pull back."

Lola groaned at those accusations.

"But you didn't always pull back did you? There was a time a long time when you were just fine with going all the way." her mind continued, immune to her feelings.

"Oh no...." she whimpered.

"Oh yes!" It gleefully continued. "High School. Young Lola's turning into quite the star at school sports. Rumor is there's going to be a talent scout at the next game. Things are lining up nicely for you- promising future, and your body's really starting to bloom."

"Ugh... NO!" she almost shivered at the thought of what her mind was dredging up.

"So what does Lola do? She starts indulging herself. She finds she likes the attention of all the young bucks, andddd... what the hell, she brings a couple home. I mean why not? Sure, teens make some stupid choices, but let's be frank here, you were fine with it getting naked with them in your room. Like I said, teens are full of bad ideas, such as expecting somehow you three would go unnoticed by the rest of your family when you started rolling all over each other. Shortly after things started getting fun, the rest of the family showed up in your room. Those friends went out the window, but you were trapped on your bed to face off against Mom, Dad, and your sister. Your two brothers went out after the guys so they missed the start of it, but they came back to finish it."

She was sniffling now, remembering the white-hot shame of getting caught and confronted by her family.

"While you were wrapped up in that bed sheet, they laid into you and they didn't let up for a good long time. When they got done with you, little Lola was as straight laced as they came. You channeled all those youthful hormones into the game, and heaven help any boy that got near you emotionally. That night still has its hold on you."

She groaned and rocked back and forth. That part of her life was a raw moment that she had put in a box and buried in the backyard of her mind.

"But the game wasn't everything, it was a band aid for the issue. Wanting attention never went away, but now you were wound too tight to do anything about it. So you became the thing that everyone wanted, but couldn't have. Look but not touch. Sure, there were the few times that your broke down and actually let someone plow that slit of yours, but your guilt always built up and put an end to the relationship. It become too intense and you ran away. Now you're stuck, you want people, but you can't let them get too near or you'll freak out."

"That's why he makes you cum so hard. When he puts the leash around your neck and makes you spread your thighs for him, he takes control. If you're not in control then you're not a "bad" person, you're just being forced to do bad things so you can relax and finally enjoy it. I think we can say there were explosive results."

"And since we're being honest here, well I'm being honest here, there's still the fact that you never stopped wanting to go all the way. To feel a large cock push into you and get fucked like a dog."

She bit her lip, remembering how he took her in the park.

"Now, going back to your little outrage hissy fit." her mind continued. "I'm going to admit being jailed on this island isn't the greatest, but you're making it worse that it really is. You're not playing along, so you're not enjoying the benefits of this place. You saw women walking around by themselves, so obviously this is a common occurrence. Let's not forget he told you that the best girls got to go back to the mainland. Apparently, this place isn't forever, but it's sure going to seem that way if you don't start getting with the program."

She was still thinking about the park when she was holding the rails and...

"HEY! I'm talking here!" her mind complained. "I can see why that pisses him off so much! I was saying, you drag your heels so much because you can't stop being a prude."

"There's a huge difference between being reserved and being forced into sex."

"Maybe. But the attention is still there. Hell, you could turn this around and make them forget all those other girls. You're not the captive, you have a captive audience. You can keep them at your window as long as you want. Since we just went down memory lane, we can also establish that you're not a horrible person for liking it. All that crap dumped on you back then- not your fault for liking what you like."

"It wasn't fair." she said quietly.

"No, it wasn't. And you've never stopped liking it, you just can't admit it now. That's why he rings your bell so loud because he sees through all the bullshit you've been telling yourself."

She didn't say anything but she was listening.

"He's been trying to show you, the real you all along."

She sat quietly and tried to digest that for a long time.

CH 22

"And that's why I hate trees." finished Gunther.

The other gentlemen had joined him on one of his excursive walks down the beach. Gunther was one of other trainers, an older man with graying hair around the temples, and one of the original nine that had started this enterprise. Gunther had become his mentor after his original teacher had died of a heart attack.

"While that's important to know, I don't think it's what you need to hear right now." Gunther prodded.

Staying outside the break water, the two continued out down the beach, sand crunching away under their feet. He held his sandals in his hand as they walked, watching the small white caps off in the distance.

"You always could see the truth in things." he admitted.

"Well, it's why I'm still kept on as a teacher." Gunther smirked. That and he owned a sizable part of this business. "Something's gotten under your collar. Correction: someone."

He nodded. "Yes. My latest."

"The rabbit?" Gunther asked.

"Yep. That's the one."

"I never did understand the attraction of those... types." Gunther as referring to the non humans. He was a traditionalist. "But, go on."

"This one has a lot of potential to be a Star. No joking, this one has it. But there's a lot of work to be done and she's going to trouble through parts of it."

Gunther nodded. "You're worried about messing it up. Breaking something nice while trying to improve it."

"Yes." he admitted again.

"That's part of the game. If we knew what was going to happen, I don't know if we would actually bother with it." he paused for awhile. "I've trained fifty-seven individuals while I've stayed here. Do you know how many Stars I've had?"

He knew of one but didn't know the fully tally and shook his head no.

"Six. Out of all the huddled masses that come to these shores, I've had six."

He nodded again.

"I took you on after Alanzo died. I empathize with your anxiety with your current task, as this would be your first real success."

The older man stopped short forcing him stop as well. Gunther addressed him over his shoulder.

"Two pieces of advice. The first is you must not show weakness to her, not until long after she graduates, preferably not even then. You must be a bulwark of confidence and authority. Always. She will gravitate to you if you are, but she will pull away if you are not. The second is use what she is to its full extent. A person will always be who they are, no matter how much they try not to. It always comes out. If you suppress that it might come out explosively or in unproductive ways."

He through about that. He'd been trying to get Lola to submit to him, to force his dominance on her, and wondered if he had cut off any outlet of letting her be herself, making his job harder.

"She's a feisty one I take it?" Gunther inquired, turning around and headed back the way they came. He found himself falling behind and hurried to catch up after the older man. He remained a few paces behind.

"She is. That she is." he smiled.

"Well, that's always good in bed, and good for getting people interested..."

"But a pain during training." he signed.

"So you'll have to find an outlet for that energy." Gunther continued. "Activities she can excel at. She'll get a feeling of accomplishment but it will be tasks you want her to master. Always give her another goal, never let her flounder. Too much free time and she'll start drowning in it; she'll think too much.

"She does like to crawl up into her head at times."

"A bad trait." Gunther sniffed. "Get rid of it as soon as you can."

They let that hang there as they walked back to the buildings in silence for a while.

"How's your training going?" he asked.

"Barbara is finally getting used to her new name: "Barbi" annnddd... she is a solid CG. Nothing more. She's gotten comfortable where she's at and I don't think she has any ambition for rising above her current station."

"Ah." he nodded.

"I'm not surprised, Barbi isn't very bright.... although that has a certain charm to it." Gunther smirked.

The man nodded again. Many of their client's employees weren't overly educated and most liked the company of girls that wouldn't show them up.

"Know your client's tastes." he said. "You taught me that."

"Indeed." Gunther said proudly.

As the two men climbed the stairs leading from the beach, Gunther stopped again, turning around to look down at him.

"One last thing." he said, reaching to flick the sand from between his toes, "If you find she needs to be taught a lesson, make sure it's administered in public."

CH 23

He didn't hear any banging when turned the key in the lock to Lola's cell. He wasn't sure what he was to expect, but she had been manic about not wanting to be reunited with her old room. He swung the door open and saw her standing close to the door, she'd probably been listening to him walk up the hall. He wasn't as bedraggled as he'd seen her before, but her whiskers drooped and she was still shivering and he didn't think it was from the cold. He'd have to think of some other place to put her if it resorted to this again- he didn't want her building up a tolerance for it. He debated about making her debased self like she did last time and discarded the notion. There would be other ways of doing that and it was best to keep her guessing. Still, he had to start somewhere.

"You realize you were wrong. Correct?"

Lola nodded yes, eyes cast downward, partially to block out the light that was coming from behind him. Silhouetting him. "Always set the stage." he thought.

"Good girl." he motioned her to come and stand in front of him. He stepped forward into her personal space till he was inches from her and slightly to the side, and he could see her intake of breath. Reaching to his pocket he pulled out her leash and showed her the end clip, before stroking her nipple with it, lazily circling the little pink bud and was rewarded with watching it stiffen under the caress of cold metal. Then he got out her dog collar and attached it to the clip and handed it to her.

Lola looked up at him and he nodded, patiently but firmly. She didn't know why this galled her so much. She was a person, not an animal. All of that went through her mind as she swallowed her pride and put on the collar, clicking it close behind her neck. She wasn't going fight him right as she was being let out, that would be stupid. Worst yet she knew he knew. He tilted his head and she took her place, walking in front of him, letting him give the directions on where they were going. She could feel his eyes appraising her, crawling over her back, her tail, her ass.

"FIRM little ass." her mind said proudly.

He took her down a hallway she wasn't familiar with, and she became a little more cautious. Up ahead there was laughter, and as she rounded a corner, saw light spilling out of an open doorway just head. The sounds of several people were coming from inside the room, all of them women.

"Again! Play it again!" someone giggled hysterically.

Lola slowed down as she got passed the open door to get a better look. Inside, three women were sitting on a couch with their backs toward her, watching a large screen TV. An image of her popped up on it and Lola's mouth dropped open as she saw herself on video. It was from that horrible little camera that had caught her starting to enjoy her clit and her freak out. She flushed hot from her ears to her toes as she watched herself startle and reach for the camera before everything went blank. One of the women started flailing around on the coach, waving her arms around wildly while the others roared with laughter. Someone fell off their seat and Lola heard a glass tip over and roll around the floor. Her mouth tried to work but nothing was coming out.

She snapped out of it as she felt a slap on her back as he flicked her leash. She hadn't realized she'd stopped and she began walking again, her tail twitching spasmodically, nose scrunching up and down. Her hands clenched and unclenched thinking about slapping those women senseless.

"Doesn't feel good, does it?" this was having the effect he was hoping for. "Being on the bottom?"

She shook her head no.

"Want to know how to win?"

She nodded yes. He could see the flush in her ears as shame and angers filled her, making her blood pump. He knew she hated to be mocked; everyone knew how much she despised the word doll. He decided when her training was finished, he'd make it a turn on for her. He wanted to make sure she knew what others thought of her to get her riled up and off balance. Angry people just need the right outlet to channel that anger, and he was going to use it to push Lola farther down his path.

"Then stop losing." he said firmly and pulled her leash short. She made a small gargling noise as she was caught unprepared for the sudden stop. She turned to look back at him over her shoulder, rubbing her collar and eyes furrowed.

"This whole place is a game. It has rules that let you win and make you lose. Right now you are losing when you could be winning. You knew the rules to your old game, mastered them, and were rewarded. Master these rules and the same thing happens- you get rewarded. Some of those rewards are the same as the old ones, some look different. Get your head back in the game bunny, because the game doesn't go away and it doesn't end. I keep telling you this. They play by the rules and they're miles ahead of you." He jerked his thumb back at the room they passed.

Lola squinted her eyes at that last remark. She kept looking at him and he could sense the tug-of-war in her. Morals pulling one way, her competitive streak pulling the other.

"Get back to top Lola." he finished up. "You can be number one."

CH 24

It was getting to be evening and they were outside in the park area again. He had walked her to spot where they had first fucked in public and sat down on the bench facing that same bar. She was next to him, unsure what was going to happen, but was glad to be out in the fresh air again. She kept staring at the piece of metal where he had tied her up and crossed her legs feeling herself get damp and not wanting to let him catch on. Thank god humans had crap for a sense of smell- it afforded her some semblance of privacy. Still she looked at it and squirmed, feeling her pussy lips rub against each other.

"You can't help it can you?" her inner voice said. "Just getting near this place makes you ready for more."

She said nothing and looked away. Not a lot of others were out right now. Some couples were out for a stroll, always with the woman naked.

"Correction. They have a hat, and shoes. You don't." her mind added.

"Whatever." she mumbled; she was envious. They looked like normal couples you'd see on the street, just chatting away or laughing. Normal that is if the women weren't nude. Lola's eyes were drawn to shaved pussy mounds of the women. Why did such details always seem to come to her attention? She was a short hair, so her own slit was visible, but still it didn't make sense.

"I don't get it." Lola said.

"Hmmmm?" the man asked looking down at her.

"You have so little hair, why do women shave it off down below?"

He thought about it for a while. "Mostly to please men. We like smooth skin and we definitely like to see what we're going to be screwing. If we want to see it, they don't get to hide it. Also, there's the idea a shaved girl is a slut and that's a big turn on."

Lola nodded, looking back toward the other woman and envied her hat. Not that she'd have any place to hang it on in her room, but still it would be nice to have something other than her ear band.

"We believe that people just want have fun, and the laws of society get in the way. All the moral obligations, emotions and romantic entanglements stop people from really enjoying themselves." he continued on with his idea.

"You mean fucking." she said and almost tried to catch the words as they went out of her mouth, startled at her own bluntness.

"Well now!" her mind said.

He turned and regarded her for a moment, smiling. He hadn't expected that either. "Yes. Fucking. Very good. We strip all that stuff away and get right to it. We provide men who want to fuck with women who want to get fucked. Women who aren't afraid of being the dirty little sluts everyone knows they are."

"With some training." Lola added. On the other end of park a man slapped his partner firmly on the ass and they both had a fit of laughing.

"With some re-training." he corrected. "Society trained them one way, we are reeducating them into another way. One they'll get a lot more pleasure out of and have far less responsibilities to deal with." He shifted, spreading his legs apart a bit. "Unzip me and get me hard." he said motioning toward his lap.

Lola was caught off guard by how sudden the conversation has shifted. One moment it was philosophical and the next he was casually demanding a hand job in public. She paused looking down at his lap.

"Come on doll, it's not like you haven't seen it before." he grinned.

She scrunched her nose up at that insult and flattened her ears. There was a time she would have rounded on the person who had said that and laid into him. Now, she just had to take it, and she knew he was using it to remind her that she was the bitch in this relationship.

She reached over and placed her hand on his crotch feeling his manhood under his slacks. She traced the length of it with her and, feeling it slightly grow as she stroked.

"Here's some instructions for you." he said enjoying himself. "Only hold flesh on flesh after you've agreed to a price. Do what you're doing right now as you're bartering to help make the sale, but once you get the cash you get your hands directly on that cock as soon as possible."

She looked up at him and he rustled in his pockets before pulling a dollar out and thrusting it out toward her. Stunned she took it, looking at the crumpled bill before looking back up at him.

"Congratulations, you've just made your first sale as a whore."

She spluttered, one hand holding the dollar the other on his crotch. "What am I going to do with this?" As far as she knew there wasn't a store she could spend it at on the island, she didn't have any pockets and who knew if it was going to get stolen if she left it laying around in her room. What was she going to do, shove it under her mattress?

"Excellent follow up question! You give the money you make to the person who owns you." he plucked the bill from her hand and stuffed it back in his pocket. "Now get back to work." he said.

Lola watched the dollar bill disappear back into his pocket and felt a pang of regret. That was her dollar! She'd earned it! She turned back to his pants and felt him begin to stiffen as she undid his zipper.

"Don't be grumpy." he ribbed her.

"I'm not grumpy." she said petulantly, easing his cock at of his pants, pulling them down a little to make it easier. Thankfully he was going commando under his pants and she could ease him out quickly. She ran her little hand over it, coaxing it to life and then cupped it and began to stroke, letting him glide between her fingers and thumb. She did like how soft his skin was and how... big. The monster she was stroking had already sent her head spinning and might be poised to do so again.

"Why does your owner get everything you make? Well, he takes care of you, gives you a place to stay, food to eat, keeps you safe, gets you clothes, finds you clients, and if you're really sweet to him gives you some play money. He does all that so you can spend your life partying hard- at the clubs and in bed."

"Gee, all I have to do is keep my legs spread for an endless line of strangers." she said, sarcasm heavy in her voice. However, she couldn't take her eyes off his dick, feeling his heat grow as she stroked him, coaxing him harder. He had spread her legs, just a few feet away from where they sat now. Her pussy remembered too, getting slippery and she rubbed her legs together feeling the erotic tingles it brought. She saw the first beads of precum on his tip and smeared it across her palm, then began to rapidly jerk his cock head.

He took an intake of breath and gave a pleasant grunt. She wondered if he wanted her to jack him off right there on the bench, and if she did, how far he would shoot. She might need to watch where she walked if she came out here again.

"It won't go far." her mind said. "Just past your pretty little lips and down your throat."

She began to pump faster and felt him shudder. There was the sudden thrill of being in control- she realized SHE was going to determine how soon he felt a climax. His dick felt heavy in her hands, pulsing and hot, her paw sloppy with precum dribble. He moaned loudly.

"I.. I'm going to have to stop you there dumb bunny." he panted.

"What?" she asked, Had she done something wrong?

"That's a good start but I want something else." He fished in his pocket again and brought out a bottle of lube. "Get me good and slick." he grunted.

She took it and felt a little embarrassed and mildly insulted. All the other times he had forced himself into her, she had been sopping wet, and he had slid in effortlessly. She snorted, but took the bottle.

"Believe me, you'll be glad you had it." he said letting her apply the gel across his cock.

She grudgingly did as she was told, gliding it up and down his shaft until it glistened, and handed the bottle back.

"Ok, going to try a reverse cowgirl."

Lola nodded and clambered up on the bench. "Cowgirl? I'm a rabbit."

He closed his eyes and let out a slow breath. "That's the name of the position blondie. Stand up on the bench and straddle me. Face away."

"Oh." she said and blushed. She stood over him, his cock pointing up at her pussy, tail close to his face. It was a great view.

"Now squat down, and I'll help guide myself in." he put his hands on her hips and began to force down, not giving time for complaints.

Lola reached out and grabbed the bench to steady herself and bent deeply at the knees. After a few awkward moments, she felt his cock head tease her slit. She bit her lip, and blushed demurely, facing away so he couldn't see. Really, he didn't need that stuff, she was already getting wet for him.

"Good... good." he coaxed. "Except I think we are going to try something new." He slid his cock across her pussy feeling it's wetness before... tracing it back between her legs till his head pressed against the small rubbery pucker of her ass.

Lola's eyes went wide. "Oh no!...no...NONONONO! THATS..."

He still gripped her hips and forced them lower, although it took a little effort against her powerful legs. His pressed against her little ring until suddenly there was a POP and his head was in her. He grunted in pleasure as felt her clamp down on him hard.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAHHH!!!" she screeched. "WRONG HOLE!! AHH!"

Several couples stopped and turned their way.

He continued to push down on her, feeling him slowly slide into her protesting tail hole. He had thought her cunt was tight but this... was amazing! Lola bucked and wailed as he continued to impale her.

"AAHHH! GOOOD DAMMM ITT!! OOOOHHHHH!! FFUUUU.."

He pulled her back into him, and forced himself into her the rest of the way all at once. Suddenly she was sitting flush with him. It suddenly got very quiet.

"aa...aaa... too biggggggggg....." she squeaked in a octave so high dolphins could probably hear it out in the bay. She had lost her breath and tears were leaking out. Her ass as on fire, his dick stretching her wide.

Then he trust, bouncing her on his lap, holding her back to his chest. That brought the sensation up to another level.

"EEEEEEEEEEHHHHH!!" She screeched. "NO! Please! Fuck my pussy! NOT MY ASS! OWWW! I won't complain! I'll be good! It's too fucking BIG" she bucked in his arms, but he held her tight.

He groaned as she took his full length. He'd wanted to do this for a while but had to wait for the right time. He remembered Gunther's advice, " If you find she needs to be taught a lesson, make sure it's administered in public." Well, she needed some now, and it was time to break her back door in.

"Yell if you want, I like it when a girl puts on a show." he nuzzled her neck and felt her heart beating madly in her chest. "Tell me again how you're going to act when I tell you to do something?" he bounced started rocking his pelvis under her, feeling his cock slip against her velvety insides.

"Puh...please... OWWW! Just fuck my pussy not my ass! I'll be good! I won't figheeIIIIIEEEEEEt!"

"Not very convincing. I think you said that already." he smirked and rocked back and forth, getting about an inch out before pushing back in. Each time her little ring clamped down hard and his balls slapped her ass. Heavenly!

"AHHH!" she cried out. "I don... EEEEEE.... Just fuck my cunt.. Please... just... you can cum in me. I'll be your cum sluuuutttTTTTT! OW! I'm sorry!!"

He reached up to tease her nipple with his free hand and found it already rock hard. Rubbing the stiff little pink nub he gave it a pinch and slit his hand down her belly. He rested his fingers on her hood and rubbed.

"That's better. I'm starting to like the way this sounds. NNNH! You are one tight baby doll!" he grunted. All her squirming only added to how good she made him feel. "Anything else?"

Lola had her watering eyes clamped shut as her pucker was repeatedly stretched open and his cock pushed into her in ways she had never experienced. When his fingers found her button, she gave a sigh of relief and visibly loosening a little, the instant bump of pleasure gave her a little comfort from her aching ass. Some but not much.

"Take it slut." her mind grinned. "Take it like the little bitch you are. You've got a dirty mouth, use it. Give him the works."

"Hmmmm... OW!!" she hissed. "Yea... I'll be good to you. Really nice! Ill.. OWWIE.. suck your cock just like you want. OOCH! Just like you like it." she pleaded.

"How about in the dining hall?" he interrupted her and slid his fingers down into her sopping wet pussy. First two but then a third for good measure, letting them slip in immediately and he wriggled them around. She relaxed as if she was a suffering patient who just got a morphine shot. Lola slumped backwards, sighing visibly and spreading her legs wider. A way to a man's heart was through his stomach, but the way to her brain was through her cunt, he mused.

"AHHHHhh..." she moaned. "Yea... baby I'll suck your.. ow... cock in there. Get on all fours under the table and you can give me a sperm mmmmmmmmhhh lunch AHHHH!!"

He quickened his finger strokes, pulling them out and pushing them back in hard with loud wet slaps. No time to be subtle, just time to drive the point home. The faster he masturbated her the wetter she got. She rocked her hips to his rhythm, even though it worked her ass as well.

"Good girl." he grunted and thrust harder with his own hips causing her to yip. He'd thought about having a few friends join him for that, but the island frowned on most intercourse in the food court due to health concerns. With only one doctor, they tried to keep risks to a minimum. Still he was a little surprised at how arousing the idea of forcing Lola to have multiple partners at once was making him. His pulsing cock agreed and it stretched Lola further- she was going to be sleeping on her stomach for a few days. He pushed in forcing her tail up and ass full.

"Ok bunny, huhhhh... I'm going hold you too that." he breathed heavily in her ear. "No more screwing up. From.. mmmm... today on you get with the program." he was bouncing her on his lap, making her tits sway in tight circles. He continued to force his finger deep in her cunt with wet resounding slaps.

"I... ahhh... OOOW... I be good.... " Lola moaned... "OOH.. make me cum... fuuuckk make me cumm foorrr you... I'll... AHH... I'll be your slutty little fuck hole... uunnnahhhhh..."

He doubted all of that, she was still going to be a handful but was getting loopy so he didn't challenge her on it. Satisfied that he'd gotten his point across, he bucked hard into her behind and went back to fantasizing about others taking her right now with him. Another man in her cunt bucking hard forcing her up with each thrust, a third rubbing his cock as he came on her lips and she French kissed it, while her hands worked others on the side. Her eyes were rolled back as they just used her and filled her, pushing her body this way and that as she pleasured them. There was no consideration for her as person, just something to rut into and enjoy. Cum leaked from her pussy and her face was a sticky mess of wet sperm. She looked happy.

He climaxed suddenly as the visions filled his head, getting hot and snapped back to the now, feeling his balls clench ready to release. He didn't bother holding back and just shuddered as he spurted his cum deep inside her. He stopped thrusting and let her sit flat against him as he filled her ass, spurting against her insides.

Lola moaned as she felt his heat jet up inside her. His climax was different but not unpleasant. Something deep inside her responded to it and she rubbed her head against his chest; something in her wanted that feeling of jizz in her. She put her hand over his that was currently knuckles deep in her and messaged it. She urged him in, holding his hand with her own as he pushed them in her wet little snatch. She wanted this, to be forced to helplessly climax for her abductor, to have him make a bubbering mess for her, even with his dick still firmly lodged in her burning ass.

"On a leash you're a guilt free little slut." her mind put in.

She didn't even try to argue. She was too far gone.

"Ma... ma...ke... cu... oh fuck... uunnngg... ohfuckohHHHHHHH! Fuckfuckkkkkkkk! YESSSSSS!" she clamped her eyes shut and her stomach crunched as the heat blossomed in her pussy and she orgasmed. She shuddered as if electrocuted for a few moments, letting herself flop against his chest as endorphins flooded her. Colors swirled about and she became light headed. Somewhere for off, people were clapping. She didn't care if they saw her splayed nude on her captor, pussy wide to the world; she felt too good to care about much of anything. His fingers had played across her vaginal walls and it had wrecked her. Why had she been fighting incredible feeling most of her life?

So she sat there, exposed and let the bliss soak in. She sat the for a good long time.

Eventually, they disentangled and walked over to the showers, Lola leaning on him for support. She wondered if that was going to be a normal thing from now on, still numb from the experience. The showered in the outdoor stalls, taking advantage of the pleasant night.

"So, I have a question for you." he said.

"Hmmmm?" she murmured, getting the last bits of her juice off her thighs.

"Have you ever kissed a girl?"