If you asked the average mouse, you'd find they had maybe one to three siblings because kids cost a lot more than birth control. Absurdly large families of rodents and lagomorphs was a common albeit misleading stereotype in popular media, but there was a kernel of truth behind it. The Dorei family was one of those kernels. The Dorei family had once been well off. Kyuryo's husband Meintu had a good job, an assistant senior supervisor in Incident Analysis for Sextant Industries, well up the corporate ladder. He could afford to have a large family if he wanted. Well, he might not have wanted so many kids, but he did want his wife to be happy.
Kyuryo didn't care about the stereotypes and had always dreamed of having a large family. She not only ceased ordinary birth control but also countered the hormone treatments that inhibit modern women from having litters. It wasn't until Arle, Chiyo, Emiko, Issa, and Viar were born bringing the total to nineteen kids living under the same roof that the parents realized their budget couldn't handle another litter, at least not until the first litter finished college. Somewhat reluctantly Kyuryo went back on the birth control and settled down to enjoy what she had.
Because they were the last litter, that last litter got spoiled. Like the first litter, they didn't have to put up with worn out hand-me-down clothes and toys. If they wanted it, they usually got it. Unlike all four previous litters though, they didn't have to share attention with yet another litter arriving just barely after they'd learned to walk. And they got plenty of attention. An entire photo album for each of them was filled before they reached school age.
Little Arle was the darling of the last litter. Not that Kyuryo neglected her other children, but she always made time for Arle. She loved to see the girl's big, bright blue eyes shining with joy or wonder or watch her racing around excited by some new thing. Whenever there was a mixed opinion on what to do that day or what to eat, Arle was always the tie breaker. When Arle showed an interest in computers, the entire fifth litter got new tablets. When Arle took an interest in dance and gymnastics, she was enrolled in classes for both and got several brand new outfits out of it. If her siblings felt a bit put out by such favoritism, they learned that picking on Arle would just get them scolded, but bribing her was much more effective.
It was a good time for Arle. She couldn't have been happier. But all things must come to an end, and for the Dorei family, that end came shortly after Arle and her closest siblings turned six and a half. It happened in a broad tubeway sheltered from the elements. Authorities called it a freak accident. Such things almost never happened anymore. There were fail-safes upon fail-safes to prevent such tragedies. No one could have anticipated that between the cold, the hail, and the lightning, the freak winter storm would knock so many of those safe-guards out.
Everything seemed fine when the fleet of automated delivery trucks was being checked over the morning after the storm. All tests came up green. It was only later that technicians realized some of the testing equipment had been shorted by a power surge so that it could no longer detect a failure. An immediate recall command was sent out to the fleet, but one vehicle carrying a load of sex toys never got that command. The vehicle had been fine traveling through the cold winter air, but after it reached the shelter of the tubeways and began to warm up, compromised circuitry began throwing errors.
It was the morning rush hour, everyone trying to get to work. Meintu had taken the train in to work and was just crossing the street with about a dozen other pedestrians when the delivery van turned the corner. A signal repeater that had been scheduled to be replaced later that day failed to transmit the recall to the automated vehicle. Key processes in the guidance system became hung. Logic routines which were supposed to detect such inconsistencies and bring the vehicle to a stop instead threw errors as the vehicle began to accelerate. It didn't stop accelerating until it had plowed through the intersection full of vehicles and pedestrians to crash into a building. It was the worst traffic accident in over two decades. Twenty-one injured and eight dead, Meintu among the latter.
For the Dorei family, their world turned upside down overnight. Most families in their income bracket could weather such a tragedy by selling off their slaves and cutting back on luxuries until the insurance could cover costs. There were no slaves in the Dorei household though. All the chores were done with the help of the children. The older children helped raise the younger ones. However the children were too young to earn money to support themselves and their siblings...at least not as part of the family.
Of course at first Kyuryo refused to even consider such an alternative. Her children meant the world to her! Even if it meant taking a low-level call center job at a tech security company and working long hours, she was determined to keep her family together. For a while it even seemed like she might manage it. Funerals however are expensive, and the extended family wasn't willing to cover the whole bill. The insurance covered her part of the cost and kept the family going for a while, but nineteen children used to a high Class 2 lifestyle are a huge financial burden for a woman barely earning enough to keep them all from becoming Class 3.
She couldn't rely on family either. Her own family knew what she was like and had already practically disowned her, and her husband's family never really warmed to her. No matter how much any of them may have liked Meintu, Kyuryo hadn't scored any points with her unpopular reproductive choice. Even if some of them did feel bad for the kids, they had their own financial needs to meet. Kyuryo would just have to work things out herself, even if that meant occasionally spending time on her knees making sure her supervisor went home with a smile.
Of course, that sort of thing doesn't stay a secret for long. Even if no one ever saw what happened, they knew, and they muttered about it. Office sex scandals were reason enough, but no one likes it when it meant their bonus might be going to a woman whose questionable choices got her and her kids into a mess. Word traveled fast, eventually reaching the ears of Miko Shwartz Li, Senior Executive of Sales for Janus Security Solutions, LLC. She was a smartly dressed marten fond of expensive suits, a bit of jewelry to reflect her status and accent her lithe, feminine form, designer smart glasses, and authoritative high heels.
Most people know an opportunity when they hear one which is something that can certainly take you places. Some people go looking for opportunities, and that gets you a lot farther. The most successful people though make their own opportunities. In Kyuryo's case, Miko was watching her closely, so when the eldest Dorei daughter Hiroko came to bring her mother the lunch she'd forgotten, Miko was monitoring the conversation.
Ryukyo's older children weren't stupid. It only took a few months for them to realize they'd be lucky to make it through school, much less get into any kind of college the way things were going. Their mother might be committed to making their huge family work, but Hiroko was well on her way to becoming an accountant, and the numbers didn't lie. The family needed more money and fewer mouths to feed. It definitely didn't need four spoiled girls and a mama's boy. It didn't take long before the discussion between Kyuryo and Hiroko became an argument, one the girl technically lost, but which had a very special consolation prize.
After Hiroko had been scolded and was sent on her way, Miko had the girl quietly intercepted and brought to her office. There the woman discussed the future with the girl, her mother, the ways her mother kept their ridiculous family afloat, the harsh realities Hiroko and her siblings would face, and then turned to the things she and Hiroko desired. By the time they were done talking and parted ways, Miko had outlined a plan to get them both what they wanted.
Hiroko quietly called her siblings together to outline the part of the plan they needed to know and discuss who was the most useless and annoying among them. While some interesting family dynamics were revealed to those like Hiroko who were smart enough to make use of it, the results went exactly as Miko predicted. Even the members of the last litter knew they were too young, inexperienced, and just plain spoiled to be as useful as their older siblings. By nearly unanimous consensus though, it was decided that if one of the last litter had to go, it would be Arle. Naturally Arle was not invited to the discussion.
Over the next several months, gradually more and more things that went wrong got blamed on the young mousling. Something broken? It was Arle's fault. Someone tracked mud on the carpet? It was Arle's fault. Sugar got spilled and now there are bugs in the house? It was Arle's fault. Mother's hidden dildo stash got found and now all the dildos need new batteries? Of course it was Arle's fault. It scarcely mattered what it was, if it could be blamed on her, it was. It didn't matter what Arle said because there were eighteen siblings all saying she did it. Kyuryo certainly had neither the means nor the energy to prove her favorite daughter innocent. She even knew deep down that the girl was spoiled enough to be capable of such things. She just couldn't bring herself to do much more than scold Arle.
The scolding was enough though. As the months dragged on Arle began to question if maybe there was something wrong with her. Her cheerful mood slipped and with it her grades. As her grades fell, the scoldings got worse. Her sleep began to suffer and soon the others didn't have to blame her because she was making mistakes herself. Even cut back to the minimum festivities, the winter holidays were a huge drain on the family's funds. School and birthdays took still more.
When Arle's siblings tricked her into playing an online game and then got her password so they could log in as her and run up a huge bill buying the sluttiest outfits for her avatar, Kyuryo finally had to admit she couldn't afford to keep them all. Especially not when she found out "Arle" had joined a cybersex guild. When "Arle" ran up more bills buying access to look at cub BDSM porn, Kyuryo had reached her limit. She had to be willing to sell to the highest bidder, and she couldn't turn down any reasonable offer, not even for her favorite.
Of course it was hard for Kyuryo. She tried many times to find the right words but couldn't get herself to commit to any of them. She just hated the thought of selling even one of her children. Hiroko was ready though. She had been waiting for her chance, fully expecting such a halfhearted reaction from her mother. When she was sure Kyuryo was between bouts of crying, she arranged to "accidentally" interrupt her. An offering of fresh tea segued into her "noticing" the attempt to offer her youngest siblings up for sale. It was easy then to offer to write the advertisement for her.
Not suspecting a thing, Kyuryo welcomed the help and was all too eager to turn the whole mess over to Hiroko. The girl wrote up a very convincing looking offer to go with all the images, carefully describing each of the children's strengths and weaknesses. At the end, she asked people to bid on whichever child or children caught their fancy and assured buyers that no reasonable offer would be refused until they had earned enough to pay off their debts. She had her mother review it, let her fret over and change a few unimportant details, then submitted it. What Ryukyo had been too distressed to notice was that, even though it looked almost like the real thing, the site was a dummy, and one that Janus Security Solutions frequently used for testing.
As soon as the offer was up, Miko was notified and began preparing things. She did not however contact Kyuryo on the first night. Not on the second or third either. Instead she had fake and entirely underwhelming offers posted for various children. Miko let her stew until the sixth and final day of the auction, in the middle of Kyuryo's shift when the woman was seriously dreading having to try and coax more money out of her supervisor. That's when Miko called Kyuryo up to her office. There she spelled it out, how she knew everything about those special "meetings" with her supervisor, how easy it would be to get her fired, how she knew about Kyuryo's debt and that the woman needed far more money than her job could provide, and she explained how likely it would be for the entire family to end up on a general auction block.
And then Miko mentioned the "listing" she'd found, the very familiar look to the children, the very familiar family name. After letting all that sink in, Miko made her bid. Kyuryo was horrified by the terms, but she couldn't refuse. Maybe a smarter, more determined woman could have thought of a way out, but a smarter woman likely wouldn't be in her position in the first place. Reluctantly Kyuryo accepted the deal.
Life for the Dorei family returned to normal for a time. A few weeks passed and then as summer heated up, the final litter neared its seventh birthday. Each year before in addition to toys, they'd all been given new clothes, and any clothes they'd outgrown were removed. This year was even more special though. By some great turn of luck, the entire family had been allowed to visit a private beach and stay in a very nice beach house, eating good food and enjoying the beach.
Because it was their birthday coming up, the final litter was given the fanciest room with all the amenities. It even had a special door that was perfect for young cubs - they never had to figure out what to wear because the door in and out was also an automatic closet that would change their clothes for them. After two wonderful days like that, the litter woke up to celebrate their birthday and one at a time exited their room. Because of the design of the closet exit, none of the ones in the room heard the squeaks of dismay when the others found how they'd been dressed. All of them now sported collars, and all but Arle were dressed in g-strings, even their brother Viar who got a glittery pink one.
It didn't take long before they discovered that they were unable to re-enter their room and any attempt to use their hands or tails to cover themselves up got them shocked, two facts that were especially distressing to the otherwise unclothed Arle. Before they could panic, Kyuryo showed up wearing a marginally more modest bathing suit and an uncharacteristically bright smile as she asked Arle if she appreciated her new outfit. Of course she didn't want to say yes, but any attempt to speak got her shocked as did any attempt to shake her head no.
"Well Arle? Don't you appreciate the outfit I picked for you, or are you an ungrateful little cunt?" Kyuryo asked. Arle gasped and teared up at the harsh words, but her attempt to speak again got her a shock that made her squeak. "Speak up, stupid girl! I know I taught you better manners than that." Finally with tears running down her cheeks, Arle whimpered and nodded. "Oh good! A birthday girl ought to appreciate her birthday suit after all," their mother enthused then turned to the others. "And do you all like your outfits too?" she asked. Though misty-eyed, they were all smart enough to nod. "Wonderful! Follow me, kids!" their mother said and led them into the dining room.
There the children discovered another unpleasant surprise waiting for them. All of their siblings were arranged on both sides of the table, all much more normally dressed than even their mother, and all snickering at them. "Now that you're all old enough, it's time for a new tradition," Kyuryo announced. "You all get birthday spankings! One for each year." Sure enough, the only empty seats were at the far ends of the table, and there were seven siblings of ascending age on each side, and all of them had paddles.
"Now go take your seats, kids," she urged, and when they balked, they all got a shock. Whining softly, three girls and one boy filed slowly down the table, each stopped by a sibling who grabbed them, sat with the younger one bent over their lap, and delivered a blow with their paddle before letting them move on. At the end they soon discovered that the chairs awaiting them were covered with dull little spikes just long enough to be uncomfortable for freshly paddled bottoms. When they hesitated, they were "helped" into them by their oldest siblings, and seat belts were fastened to hold them there. All of them except Arle who was held fast by their mother.
"You know, I put a lot of work into giving you all the best I could, and I made a lot of sacrifices, but I'm afraid that just wasn't enough. Some of you," she said visibly squeezing Arle's shoulders making her try to talk but merely squeak from a shock instead, "some even failed to appreciate how much I did for them, took it for granted, and made more work for mommy. Now you've all gone all these years without birthday spankings, and it looks like none of you appreciated that gift either. That's fine. Mommy still loves you, and so since you don't want that gift, I'll let Arle have it and all the missed birthday spankings for the rest of you."
Having just seen her siblings reduced to tears, Arle tried to cry out, "Please no, mommy!" but all that came out before the shock hit her was "Please NNNNNGH!" and Kyuryo beamed replying, "That's more like it! Now since doing this by hand would take forever, our generous hostess provided this." And with one hand still on Arle, she pulled out the chair at the near end of the table revealing an empty frame where the seat should be and beneath it straps hanging limp. Only the lower part of the thighs had any support, and it was into that seat the whining, crying girl was strapped.
Their mother then turned on the TVs in the room, each showing a view of Arle's rump and pussy. As everyone ate, they could see the mechanisms begin to move and heard the straps strike, left, right, left & right, upper thighs, and pussy, upper thighs, left & right, right, left, pussy and repeat, all through breakfast. Now the straps were designed to both sound and hurt worse than the damage dealt, but by the time the machine shut down, Arle was bawling like a baby.
Kyuryo seemed strangely unaffected by her former favorite daughter's crying, and indeed she showed no reaction to the soft whimpers coming from the far end of the table either. Instead she urged everyone to eat up and enjoy their meal (everyone but Arle, of course) because their hostess had been so very generous as to provide it. "And after all, for once in her life, my most useless daughter of all is finally going to be paying for everything she's done," Kyuryo growled as she turned to angrily stare Arle in the eyes startling the girl from her crying. That was when the marten made her entrance.
She was dressed just like the Class 1 citizen she was, every inch of her outfit custom tailored and made from offworld materials. She explained how she had generously decided to cover all of the family's debts and let them resume living nearly as good a life as they'd once enjoyed. All except the last litter. In front of all of the entire family, she paid her mother a down payment on each of them, noting that she could and indeed would pay the rest and come collect if any of them looked too happy or didn't seem to be learning to be proper little slaves whenever she dropped by.
Oh, but Arle, that girl had already been spoiled far too much, and so she was paying the full amount for her right now. She was going to take the girl and "make sure the otherwise useless mouse will earn her keep starting immediately." With a snap of the marten's fingers, Hiroko got up and moved to open a pair of doors opposite where Miko had entered. There on the side porch rested something that looked like a medical pod (in part because an early version had started off as one), and she opened it up. Arle was quickly unbuckled from her seat, then lifted and carried by Miko and Kyuryo to be placed in the pod.
As Miko buckled her in, Kyuryo held the squirming girl in place. Her collar was removed last and replaced by a strap across her neck that would hold her head still for the machine. Before the pod was closed, Arle gave a plaintive squeak of "Mommy!?" to which Kyuryo snarled back, "Not anymore. You've cost me far too much, but you're finally going to pay for it all." As the door closed, the machine went to work shutting down the girl's non-essential motor nerves and senses then gradually exerted control over them. Miko spent a few moments tapping settings into the attached control panel before turning to smile at the family. "There we go! As soon as I can get her to the studio, your sister is going to be a star. Look for her in the next Third Sun catalog!"
It took a little while to get the pod loaded onto a truck, so the more curious siblings had time to see the settings that would eventually be captured in the catalog:
Subject: Arle, Slave # 1223947-K
Registered owner: Miko Shwartz Li
Mode: Maximized pain/Long term denial
Audio Humiliation input: Subject Voice Synth (Severe)
Elapsed time: 1h 44m
Duration remaining 46h 16m
Only Hiroko was brave enough to ask Miko what was meant by "Audio Humiliation input", and in response the woman tapped another button on the machine. Immediately they all heard what sounded exactly like Arle saying, "I am terrible. I deserve every punishment I get. I am worse than a bad girl. I am not a person. I am a breakable toy. I do not deserve an opinion. Toys do not get to have opinions. I do not deserve happiness. Toys are meant to make others happy. I am worthless on my own. Toys are only worth the happiness they bring others. If it makes my owner happy to break me, then I deserve to be broken." Miko then cut the external audio off and smiled at them as the pod was wheeled out. They could already hear a soft whimpering coming from inside it. That little mouse had only just begun to suffer.
And what of Kyuryo? Well, after Arle and Miko left, she seemed almost normal except for how cold she was to the remaining children of that final litter. Her hair was long enough the children never saw the implant at the base of her skull keeping her nice and obedient to her new Mistress Miko. She got to be the mother she'd hoped to be for most of her children, and she mostly got to have the lifestyle she craved. In exchange she simply had to be Miko's new office slave so the marten had a mouse to torment during the day at work, another waiting for her when she got home, and if she ever wanted a change, she could always go visit her office slave at home and maybe toy with some of that technically unclaimed last litter.
Yes, life was certainly good for Miko. Kyuryo never did find out that Janus Security Solutions, LLC. had put in a bid to provide physical and cyber security for autonomous vehicles, but Sextant Industries had insisted their multifaceted navigation system was effectively foolproof and hack proof. Hiroko eventually found out, but by that time she was working for Miko and had already purchased her little sister Issa. It didn't take much to turn her into a good little slave considering what they'd all seen Arle become. She was after all a very breakable toy.
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