She never got a good look at her kidnapper, or at least if she did, she didn't recall it later. Still, she was sure it was a female. Aside from an impression of curves, softness, and a very feminine voice, she had the distinct memory of having to nurse from the woman's breasts and eat her out whenever she complained that she was thirsty. Likewise if she was going to be punished, she might be allowed to reduce her punishment a bit if she did a good job with her tongue or muzzle.
She was pretty sure she was being kept in an abandoned warehouse except she could swear she was taken other places as well - sometimes out in the open, sometimes clubs full of people watching her torment, and at least one time right down a normal street. Sometimes people touched her, other times they just watched and made lewd or scornful comments. She never knew just what was real other than the pain, misery...and the arousal. She didn't like to think about that or what it meant about her though. It was bad enough just being helpless and tormented.
It got worse from there. The acts she was made to perform grew more depraved, the margin for error or disobedience shrank, and the punishments got harsher. That's when the piercings started, a new one every time she disobeyed. Worse, she was sometimes deliberately given tasks that were nearly impossible for her to perform, and the one time she did, it left her too tired to succeed the next time. It wasn't long before there was only one place left to pierce, and Arle knew it would be bad. Having earned not one or two but three new punishments, Arle kneels helplessly wondering what will happen to her.
She doesn't remember much else other than waking up one day under a teacher's desk, her head on the teacher's chair and her tongue ring leashed to the back of the chair. The teacher was surprised but quickly struck a bargain to keep Arle hidden if she put her tongue to good use. The teacher was as good as her word and snuck Arle out after hours, picked the locks holding the jacket on, and even got her a new set of clothes albeit ones that made her look like a young hooker.
She then took Arle home claiming she'd found the mouseling dazed and wandering around the seedier parts of town as if someone had been keeping her drugged until recently. She made sure Arle didn't get punished or embarrassed further, and for that the mouse was grateful. Of course, having enjoyed a taste of young tongue, the teacher found more than one opportunity to meet with the mouse after that. It was a very interesting year for her...
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