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This takes place in the same universe as the 'By Right' and 'By Design' stories she has been writing. If you like it, check out her other works!", "writing": "Amber's Education\n\nBy: TerraMGP and Danaume Rook\n\n\t``Amber...'' The words slipped out slowly, an exasperated hiss that came as painfully rote. The tall and sharply dressed tabby stood shifting on her smart, two inch heeled `flats' as she split her gaze between the kitchen door and the green-brown field of ornamental glasses which filled up much of her view. ``Amber Marie, will you get in here right now?''\n\n\t``Yeah mom?'' came the seemingly innocent reply from a disinterested and rather aloof looking orange furred tabby girl who slipped into the kitchen. The tween kitten half slumped against the door frame as she tapped at the air idly, doing who knows what with her AR interface. Amber was a pretty girl, through her youth denied her the grace and curves of her mother, leaving her rather slender and spindly.\n\n\tTabatha looked down at her child and narrowed her eyes a bit. The kitten made her cringe, she had probably used a whole tub of product in her soft, naturally curly white hair to get it looking more `holo-vid slut' chic. She'd cut centimeters off the bottom of her school uniform skirt and shirt to render it more sexual, and only barely tried to hide it with her unbuttoned school jacket. It sent a cringhing shiver up the older feline's spine as she shifted her weight and looked down at the girl, ``You were seriously planning to go out dressed like that?'' she growled\n\n\t``Yeah.'' Amber nodded, her tone totally lacking any concern.\n\n\t``I thought I had a new outfit printed for you last week, remember? After your friends decided to give you that little makeover?'' Tabatha knew damn well that wasn't what had happened. She may have even called her child out on it, had it been the only problem from the girl, or if the complete lack of a reaction had been anything but expected.\n\n\t\n\n\tFor her part, Amber just shrugged and smirked ever so slightly, a coy smile barely touching her muzzle as she glanced towards her mother with the bare minimum of effort to make it seem like she was looking at her mother, rather than the dozens of messages and chats displaying on her HUD that she thought the older woman couldn't read. ``I just wanted it to be a bit more comfortable, mom, geeze. It's not like I took much off... you know that the regulation print is always too big, all the girl's do it, the boys too!''\n\n\tA stony silence fell into the room, Tabatha gazed at her aloof daughter, trying to bottle up the roiling rage twisting just under the surface. Something easily visible had Amber been paying any attention to her mother.\n\n\tThe young girl's shoulders rolled as she leaned against the kitchen door frame and scanned the display in front of her, ``So... is there anything else?'' she finally muttered, lifting a leg to scratch at her opposing shin with the tip of her shoe.\n\n\tTabatha caught a flash of bare fur under the skirt as her daughter performed that action, her lips tightening with anger as she saw the lack of panties under the girl's school skirt. ``You're not chasing boys around again, are you Amber?'' She growled, ``You know what your principal had to say after the last time, when you were caught behind the bleachers.''\n\n\t``Gah, mom, you know she was overreacting. We didn't do anything bad!''\n\n\t``You didn't?'' Tabatha muttered, ``Every month we have this same issue, and every month you just shrug it off. I don't want you to focus on boys. Your job is to pay attention in school, get good grades... What do you think is going to happen if all you think about is how to get boys?''\n\n\tAmber winced, twisting away just a bit. She gazed up at her mother for a long moment, not saying anything, not moving, just casting a hateful glare at the middle aged woman before turning on heel and letting out a loud `hmmph', ``I gotta go, the rail into the city is due soon... you don't want me to be late, right mommy?'' she scoffed as she sauntered her way out of the room, leaving the house with a slam of the front door.\n\n\tIt took all Tabatha's willpower to avoid scratching the marble countertop with her claws, it was always the same, the same patterns, the same fights. The same... fixation. Whole minutes passed before she was able to finally move again, feeling her knees tremble beneath her. When they steadied, she turned and walked slowly to the corner of the small kitchen, taking down a small bottle of non-printed vodka from a rack, taking hold of a small crystal glass and letting the printer fill it with ice chips before pouring a splash of the spirits into it.\n\n\tShe downed the drink in one long swig, then refilled the icy glass before sipping at it more slowly, letting her tension melt away, replaced with a soft glow of confident resignation. ``Well Tabby, you gave her a chance...'' she said to herself, then waved her hand to bring up a feed of the rail station. The tween was already reveling in the not so subtle glances from the older men scattered around the station. The sharp silvery eyes of the older feline scanned the feed, looking over the crowd gathering as the train pulled up. She watched her child get on, seeing others file in behind her in quick succession. One person stood out to her in particular, an older cougar who took a moment to pull a thick hood free from his pocket before getting on the train.\n\n\tTabatha sighed and gave a resigned smile as she downed the rest of her drink, she hated that it had come to this, but it was the only way.\n\n________________\n\n\tThe heavy scent of rubber filled Amber's senses when she finally woke. A tight membrane of the stuff pulled in at her from all sides, all but crushing her body while offering almost no room to move. Her arms were pulled above her, taking the strain of her weight, and her head held stiff between them. Her feet didn't even touch the floor, telling her that she was not just tightly wrapped in rubber, but suspended as well. She was trapped, hanging helplessly in a black void, with thick industrial rubber pressing in on her from all sides, her body helpless to resist, or do more than move a few millimeters with strained effort.\n\n\tShe had a few scattered memories, of making her usual passes at the men on the train, the occasional hand pressing in to grab here where it likely shouldn't, and then a sharp pain in the back of her neck. The pain lingered even now, mixed in with the discomfort of her situation and the strain in her arms.\n\n\tHours passed quietly, and wrapped as she was it was impossible to figure out what was happening. She could do nothing more than twist and hang helplessly, her shoulders straining to hold her weight. She could do nothing but stew in her discomfort and think of all the ways she would make everyone involved pay once she was out of this mess.\n\n\tThe sudden sound of a heavy metal door swinging open came to her through the thick rubber, making her squirm and thrash in her rubber cocoon. Her struggles rendered her unable to hear the sound of crisp heels walking on the solid floor, circling her. She felt cool air on her feet and heard a ripping sound as a knife was pressed under the rubber and slid up it, letting the bright light of the room assault her eyes as the rubber lining fell away.\n\n\tShe squinted against the bright light, making out a gray wall with an ornate circular seal painted on it, though her light pained, blurry eyes could only make out a massive tree set in the middle of the seal's design.\n\n\tShe kicked her feet and opened her mouth to scream, only to find it cut short as someone's hands shoved a piece of metal between her teeth and twisted it, wedging her mouth open wide with a ring gag, which was deftly buckled behind her head.\n\n\t``So, is this one not joining our ranks, sister?'' she heard a chillingly bubbly voice say from behind her. A pair of hands stroked up her sides as the voice asked the question, ending with a firm pinch of her nipple that made her scream past her gag and thrash her feet more.\n\n\tA second voice, tired and dripping with sarcasm, replied, ``If she was, she would be up stairs with the rest of the applicants in the regular holding room, wouldn't she? I swear, Babette sometimes I wonder if your brain is just a flaky croissant.''\n\n\tShe felt someone grab her ear, and then the delicate rim was crushed between two metal plates. She screamed past the gag in pain as the plates bit in, and then a sudden searing heat between the plates made the sharp pain turn to agony.\n\n\t``That is a shame, Cherie, you were a very naughty girl, non? I can imagine your Mistress would be very happy with a maid like you `round the house. But zat is not to be.'' The owner of the bubbly voice with the distinctly French accent walked around her, revealing that it belonged to a rather plump looking collie girl with curly blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and an almost comically large bosom, bouncing in her frilly maid's uniform with every step.\n\n\tAmber glared at the older girl and tried to kick out at her, only to be caught from behind by something, a swift kick of the solid pointed toes of a high heeled dress shoe coming right up between her legs to catch her right in the bare pussy. Amber's legs jerked and her eyes rolled back from the pain as she bucked in her suspension, the pain in her ear, shoulders and arms forgotten for the pain between her legs.\n\n\tThe collie, Babette, raised a triangular metal shield with black carbon fiber straps hanging from it, up against Amber's aching crotch, settling it in place, over her throbbing pussy, and the woman behind her grabbed the straps, attaching them to something behind her that felt like a metal ring beneath her tail. The two fidgeted with the thing for a bit, and then the collie stepped back.\n\n\tThere was a mechanical ratcheting sound from the metal ring, and the belt pulled almost achingly tight, then there was a scent of melting carbon fiber as the ends were fused to that rear ring, meaning that the belt would have to be cut away, and with no slack between her fur and flesh, and those straps, would mean cutting her as well without special tools... but that wasn't the worst part. A moment later she felt a searing pain between her legs, as the shield forced something up the girl's urethra.\n\n\tShe screamed and sobbed inarticulate pleas past the ring gag as she thrashed between the two tormentors, though it was all too easy for them to keep her firmly in place as the device did it's work.\n\n\tThe buckles holding her up by her wrists suddenly released, sending Amber collapsing to the floor in a heap. The plump collie hunkered down on her stiletto heels with ease, and gripped Amber's cheeks with an odd mix of tenderness and strength, the canine's thumbs caressing the strap of her ring gag as she was forced to look the older girl in the eyes.\n\n\tAmber tried to gurgle out a protest, to shake away the pain, but her bemused canine captor just held her head effortlessly still, smiling sweetly, her tail making soft brushing slaps against the ground behind her as she wagged at Amber's plight.\n\n\tNo warning came for Amber, as a cold metal tube was pressed to the base of her skull, right over her data jack. A loud thunk accompanied a new surge of pure agony, as a secondary jack was implanted, like a nail driven into her skull just above her existing jack, forming a figure eight shape, as her old jack was covered and integrated, and the new jack overrode her senses.\n\n\tThe whole world dulled and distorted like a corrupted AR picture, a nightmare of dull static and white noise working to overwhelm her. The sight of her tormentors and their conversation was lost in the noise. Amber found herself struggling to pull primal sensations of comfort to the fore, curling in on herself as her body screamed for her bother to hold her. Her throat aching as it failed to push out an impotent scream for mercy. Her whole world became a timeless agony of sensations as her existing jack was overwritten forcibly, the process taking god only knew how long.\n\n\tThe sea of sensations hammered at her head until finally they began to break, her vision slowly piecing itself back together. She panted for breath past the ring gag as she looked up at the cold concrete wall and the big round circular seal that hung there. A large coat of arms with a chestnut tree flanked by a harp, a staff, and birds.\n\n\t``It looks like her owner has some very specific requests, sister.'' the kinder of the two voices said. The busty colie in her fetish-forward maid's uniform stepped close and looked down at Amber. Her hand slipped under the kitten's chin and tilted her face up to meet those crystal blue eyes of hers. ``Oh, the scan code applied perfectly...'' she said sweetly as she traced a finger along the feline's aching ear.\n\n\t``Of course it did, what did you expect?'' the bitter, sarcastic voice sighed, it's owner stepping into view, and proving to be a tall, willowy collie with thick black hair. She moved behind the plumper collie and looked over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes, ``Are you done admiring the bidet, big sister?'' her frustrated, dry anger seemingly lost on the older, eternally cheerful dog.\n\n\t``You're so cruel, Paige, you must learn to enjoy your work, non? There is no rush, besides, we won't see this yummy little kitten again for a while, will we?''\n\n\tIt didn't take a genius to realize just how bad that statement could be taken. The orange furred kitten trembled and shook, tossing her matted mane of platinum white hair as she loosed as stream of spittle filled grunts and groans at the pair, the ring gag preventing her from making any coherent pleas. The pain in her body, and the haze from the drugs accompanying the new jack pushing her frustration and anger to new impotent heights.\n\n\t``Hmm, it looks like we'll need more time for the chip to start doing it's work, Babette.'' the slender sister sighed as she took out a black latex hood and handed it to the plump canine.\n\n\tBabette grinned with joy as she fiddled and fumbled with the collar, before tugging the thing over Amber's face, plunging the kitten once more into latex scented darkness.\n\n\tAngry drooled threats mixed with helpless pleas as Amber tried to twist her head away from the hood, but she could do nothing to escape it as the chubby girl's firm grip held her steady until the black shroud was in place, followed by a click of a lock as it was sealed in place.\n\n\tThe last addition to her `uniform' as Babette called it, was a strap harness of some kind that was fitted around her flat chest, shaped to leave her lack of a bust on clear display. Amber couldn't see it in her hooded state, but it made her feel even more exposed and naked than she already was.\n\n\tTrapped in darkness, Amber became aware of something... a hazy, ghosted image, slowly forming itself across her field of view. It stood out vividly against the darkness as it slowly resolved into something recognizable. The seal. The one she had seen on the wall, now loomed inescapably before her, ringed with words she could now read clearly, as close as they were. `Madame Chastain's School for Maids'.\n\n________________\n\n\tTime quickly lost meaning to the kitten. It couldn't have been too long, she knew, simply because she hadn't been fed or given anything to drink. She lay helpless in darkness in her concrete cell, her body twisting and contorting in effort to escape the bands of synth leather and carbon fiber that held her. Even with her hands and legs free, she could find no purchase or seam that she could pry off, nor could her small feline claws cut through anything.\n\n\tIt was the hood though, that was the real nightmare. It robbed her of any sight save that eternally present crest overlay, her hijacked jack unable to assist and provide her any distraction in her sensory deprivation, Amber slowly discovered what true boredom was, a thing she had never experienced in her life of on demand conversations and content through her HUD.\n\n\tThe loud clacking of heels on cement burst sharply into Amber's darkened world. She heard the heavy door being opened, and then felt a hand reach in to grab the collar attached to her harness, dragging her out of her cell and hoisting her to her feet.\n\nAmber could barely stand, let alone consider running, especially while hooded, yet whoever had come for her didn't seem to care. She found herself pulled along by her collar, stumbling in the darkness and tripping her way along behind the hand that led her, making muffled protests through her gag that fell on deaf ears.\n\n\tThey seemed to go on for quite some time, the sound of those heels and the feel of the floor beneath her bare paws seeming to change quite a few times. Eventually they stopped in front of what sounded like a heavy sliding metal door. Amber stood nervously for a moment, before being yanked inside this new room.\n\n``Hmmph, took long enough.'' The familiar sour voice of the thin collie girl from before, grumped.\n\n\tAmber felt fingers work at the locked seam of the cursed hood, and then it was worked off her face, causing her to squint in the dim light of the room. The seal impressed upon her vision was the only thing that hadn't changed. The flat digital image was not quite obtrusive enough to obscure her surroundings, but she couldn't forget it was there either.\n\n\tShe found herself standing with Paige in a dimly lit hallway, less than a meter across. To either side were a dozen small nooks, stations set with anchor straps and tubes, most of which were filled with girls, locked tight into bondage and hooded. She couldn't see what they were doing, and wasn't sure she wanted to.\n\n\t``I can't believe this...'' Paige growled, letting her French accent slip into her words, each roll and twist of the accent seeming to make her suit the black and white maid's uniform that the teen wore, ``It's bad enough that I have no say in this. Bad enough to take away my say in this. Mamma has declared it, you know... that I must keep up the line. That Babette is not smart enough, not responsible enough. That she is a poor maid, as if we don't train hundreds of maids each year as dumb as a box of rocks, and she is the oldest, non?''\n\n\tThe frustrated canine punctuated each of her words with a sharp tug or jerk at the collar of the feline as she half led, half dragged the feline down the hall of kneeling maids in training, or whatever they were.\n\n\tThe collie rambled and thrashed her way through one of the narrow openings as best she could, given the cramped space in the nook. Her thin, stiletto heels tapping with full force of near stomps as she shoved the cat down into the center of the space with all the care one would give a bag of food paste. The canine's sharp blue eyes, angry scowl, and her somehow both aggressive and yet still unsettlingly graceful stance gave her a disturbingly dangerous look. All the fragility and danger of a glass knife.\n\n\t``Oh will you stop squirming, you stupid little chamber pot!'' she hissed, ``It's bad enough that mother has me toiling about down here like some common servant. I swear, the second I come of age, I'm out of here, no matter what anyone thinks!'' Paige swatted Amber firmly on the rump and gave a few harsh jerks at the feline's collar, ``Here, now if you will just keep still, I can remove this gag, and we can get to work!''\n\n\tThe collie triggered the magnetic lock on the ring gag and levered the item out of Amber's muzzle, then hung it from the strap of her apron casually.\n\n\tAmber wasted no time, the kitten snarling and thrusting herself like a wild beast at her captor, only to instantly begin to fall over. She barely managed to find purchase and bite into Paige's arm before she felt a firm paw wrap into her hair.\n\nTwo hard smacks to the side of her face were followed by a punch right in the nose, causing Amber to gasp in pain and release her grip on Paige's arm as she staggered back to her knees. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her sinuses seemed to send pain stabbing into her brain and then right down to her tail and back. She felt so impossibly weak and helpless, her hands going to clutch her nose.\n\n\tPaige was quick to exploit the reaction, attaching various straps to the harness that the feline wore, keeping a firm grip on the tabby's platinum locks in the process. A few practiced motions, and a few unneeded, but spiteful yanks at the feline's hair later, and Amber found herself locked to the floor in the small nook.\n\n\tAmber's hands were tugged into harmless latex mittens, then locked to her collar, and her collar, harness and chastity belt were all locked to various straps and anchor points on the floor. A strap running from her collar to the floor formed a short leash that let her head come up no higher than her ass, though without her arms to brace her, and with her legs strapped down out to the sides, her calves pressed against the side walls of the nook with her thighs spread almost in ninety degree angles from each other, she had to really strain the muscles of her back to keep her head from dropping to the floor.\n\n\tEscape was impossible, even in her groggy, post-shock state, that was more than clear to the poor girl. She glared up past the tears at the bitch collie, only to see the older girl working with some plastic box.\n\n\t``Will you stop glaring at me already? You think I want you to be here any more than you want to be here?'' Paige snarled as she bent down towards Amber's face, her silk gloved paws working deftly and quickly. She pulled a black plastic muzzle over Amber's snout, strapping it behind her head carefully. The plastic felt light, but secure, and smelled of medical plastic and a deeper, rank scent that set her fur on end. ``Your owner...''\n\n\t``Mother.'' Amber snapped through the mask.\n\n\t``Owner.'' Paige insisted, ``...seems to have some very specific requirements for you. Normally we don't bring our students down here unless they have earned a serious punishment, but considering what she has in mind for you...'' Paige smirked as she looked at the small marks in her fur from the bite Amber had given her.\n\n\tThe casual action somehow filled Amber with a sense of abject dread.\n\n\tShe tried to shake her head free of the strange mask, her knees digging into the harsh tile of the floor and her muscles training against the stiff synthleather bonds. Every breath was slower and more labored than the last, drawing odd hisses from the flanges around the tip of the mask, which were soon covered by a clear tube that Paige twisted into place.\n\n\t``Most girls are only kept here for a few hours, a day at most. Just long enough for the punishment to sink in, and let them know that there are worse fates than that of a maid... however.'' she grinned wickedly as she pressed a small AR button into place above the hose, ``It seems that your training included some rather special requests. Simple... but special.''\n\n\tAmber watched with horror as the tube becan to turn yellow, filling with liquid from a tank held high on the wall above and in front of her, slowly drawing closer to the muzzle cup. Her nostrils flared hard as the rank smell of the bitter fluid finally cut through the medical plastic scent, making her stomach lurch in a gagging heave. A moment later the muzzle cup was filling with the golden fluid, sinking into the girl's fur, and flooding her nostrils with the harsh burn of ammonia. Thin vents at the sides of the muzzle cup let small amounts of the urine trickle out of the mask to flow down the fur of her face and pool beneath her.\n\n\tPaige nodded her approval, the aloof puppy allowing herself a small smirk of satisfaction, ``Now I would start drinking, if I were you, chamber pot. This is not simply punishment for you, after all... this is your new life. All the piss a filthy little girl like you could ever want.''\n\n\tA horrified scream died into a gargling choke as piss from the tube kept flooding in and filling her mouth and nose. Any attempt to pull herself free resulted in the fluid splashing across her face and flowing down her body.\n\n\t``You'll be expected to learn to swallow quickly before this week is out, or you will repeat it.'' Paige spat as she slipped past the feline, her tail giving the slightest hint of a wag as she walked out of the latrine ward, past all the other slaves consigned to the same, albeit far more temporary, fate as her.\n\n\tThe piss came too quickly to drain from the small vent holes around her face, leaving the muzzle cup filled with the rank fluid. Only the raw instinctual need to breathe forced her to swallow huge, choking gulps of the stuff, rearing her head back as her mouth filled, barely able to force herself to swallow past the knot of primal disgust in her throat.\n\n\tShe jerked her head back, exhaling the piss out of her nostrils so that she could take a labored breath, just struggling to survive. The smell in the mask was overwhelming, but worse, the still flowing fluid was making her little bubble of breathable air smaller and smaller. She had no choice, it was either swallow and drink all the piss as fast as it came, or drown in it.\n\n\tRearing back until the collar ached at the back of her neck, and tilting her head up as far as she could, she could put just enough of a bend in the tube to slow the flow, but even that couldn't stop it, earning her no more than a few seconds respite for all the aching effort of maintaining the position.\n\n\t\tWorse, the stinging piss that leaked around her muzzle got into her eyes, filling them with searing pain and forcing her to blink them closed. That left her trapped in a world of pain from her body, with only the flavor of piss, and the gurgling moans of other students to keep her company.\n\n\tAt some point, she could see the tube clearing at the back end, her scattered mind trying to get hold of itself once more as she saw an end in sight. Her stomach was so full, her lungs burning with the scent that filled every breath, she feared she would choke to death on the stuff before she could complete the task.\n\n\tIt felt like it took hours to drain the tank above her of it's stale, rank fluid. The streams of waste dripped across her chest and face were drying, the harsh fluid making her skin itch furiously. She felt as though she had swallowed gallons of the stuff, and her stomach felt bloated and furious with her for swallowing any of it at all. Her bladder felt full to bursting, but despite the wide spread of her legs, she couldn't manage to make herself piss.\n\n\tShe let her chin drop to the floor, sobbing as she felt exhaustion take hold, and was nearly on the edge of falling asleep when she felt a sudden harsh buzz deep inside her loins. Her thighs tensed, trying uselessly to close, and then a moment later she felt her bladder suddenly release against her will, filling her with a sense of humiliation and relief as she began to piss onto the floor beneath her, some going into a drain between her legs, but a lot of it splashing up and getting into the fur of her thighs and belly, and even onto her chin. She sobbed as she further soiled herself, but didn't even have the strength to move.\n\n\tWith both the tank and her bladder empty, Amber was able to relax a bit, if that word even applied when bound in such an awkward way. She lay there on the floor, reeking of piss, on her knees and chin in the darkness, with only the damned school seal, ever present in her vision no matter if her eyes were open or closed.\n\n\tA sudden blinding flash of light caused her to squeeze her eyes shut, but it didn't help, as her eyes filled with an AR video feed, giving her the point of view of looking up at a ceiling made of white tile and grey grout, framed by dun colored partition walls... and all of that encircled by an oval of porcelain.\n\n\tA stall door swung into view briefly, and then she got a disquieting view of a rather pudgy panda girl entering her field of view as well, staring up at her from a position near the girl's knees. The girl was dressed in the standard maid's uniform, and her short skirt afforded Amber an unwanted view of the panda's childish pink frilly panties, which the girl casually pushed down as she turned to lower her butt towards Amber's view.\n\n\tThe panda's pussy and ass filled Amber's eyes, unavoidable and close enough that it was almost disquieting not to feel the heat of the girl's loins on Amber's nose. A sharp buzz between her legs, somewhere behind her clit, made Amber grunt and let out a whimper, which the panda could apparently hear.\n\n\t``Oh... I... I guess this one finally got filled.'' the panda muttered, ``Sorry about this, I'm taking a sommelier's class, and I really need to...'' Amber heard the girl take a deep breath, then say to herself, ``N... no. Miss Paige said I need to accept it when I'm put over others. Still... sorry about this...''\n\n\tWith that said, she heard the panda sigh in relief, and watched a heavy stream of golden piss flare from the girl's pussy and right at her face. Even knowing it was an AR video feed sent directly to her visual cortex, she couldn't stop herself from flinching and closing her eyes, trying to protect herself from the spray. It did little good, and she heard a gurgling as fresh, hot piss pushed the air from the tube attached to her mask, and then a moment later she was once again presented with urine to drink or drown in.\n\n\tThe worst part was that the whole time she was being used as a toilet, all she could do was stare up at the girl's pussy, the first real look at another girl's cunt that she had ever gotten, and all the while, her pussy buzzed with unearthly pleasure that took her so close to orgasm that she actually sobbed with need when the girl finished peeing, wiped herself, flushed and left, causing the buzzing to stop.\n\n\t\n\n\tThe AR display turned back to darkness and the school's ever present seal.\n\n\tAmber had no idea how long she spent in that chamber. Occasionally a maid would come by and hose her off with water, and then give her a nutrient enema, but otherwise her life slowly became a blur of darkness broken by having girls appear to sit on her face and piss into her mouth. She slowly found herself becoming more and more eager for those moments of stimulation... something to see, even if it was a pussy... and something to feel, even if it was that cursed buzzing between her legs that never seemed to last long enough to let her cum. The eager thrill she felt every time she was presented with some girl's slit disgusted her, and often left her crying with frustrated need in the dark afterwards, screaming uselessly into her little prison.\n\n________________\n\n\tFreedom from her prison turned out to be having a few older maids come, wash her off, unlock her from her bondage, and then stuff her cramped and stiff body awkwardly into a piece of rolling luggage, followed by the sense of movement. She felt bumps and clatters as she was dragged along, but there was no indication of where they were taking her. No way to tell how long it would take to get there.\n\n\tAll Amber could do was chew nervously on the thick rubber ball gag in her mouth, and hate herself for wishing that she was back in her prison, with the more relaxed muzzle cup, and at least enough freedom to wiggle her hips or lift her head.\n\n\tHer mind was awash in a hazy flow of thoughts and memories, a sense of hunger and sexual need now an ever present companion, as her belly grumbled and her pussy drooled down the fur of one thigh from behind the tight embrace of the chastity belt she still wore.\n\n\tThe case finally jolted to a stop, then fell sharply to the side, battering Amber about within it. She heard latches being opened, and then was treated to the sight of Paige towering over her. It didn't matter that the girl wasn't much older than Amber, she might even outgrow the canine in a year or two, but looking up at her, surrounded by the sickening yellow light that flooded her vision, the girl looked near angelic.\n\n\tPaige didn't bother to bask in her superiority, however, she quickly reached in to unclasp the various fixtures holding Amber locked in the fetal position. She quickly and effortlessly levered the poor feline victim out of the case, causing Amber's long-unused muscles to ache and spasm as they failed to support her weight, causing her to crash down, cheek first, onto the filthy tile floor, looking helplessly into the collie's high heels. \n\nAmber swallowed around her ball gag and let her eyes slowly work up Paige's leg, and towards the canine's disgusted looking face.\n\n\t``You're quite a pain, girl, you know that, oui? I'm glad that your owner at least realized that you would make a useless maid. I can't imagine you'd do well with the school's proper curriculum...'' Even as she started her rant, the girl paid little heed to the cat's discomfort, reaching down to grab hold of her hair and drag her along the dirty tile floor, and back to an all too familiar sight of a girl's urinal harness.\n\n\t``This...'' paige nodded coldly, ``...is the second phase of the program. Thankfully, when this is done, your owner will decide what she wishes to do with you, and you won't be my responsibility any longer. Someone will come to check on you regularly though, so no bright ideas about begging for help. As if anyone would offer help to a little pissmop dyke like yourself, would they?'' The collie patted Amber on the cheek and gave her a cruel grin. The silk glove moved teasingly across the kitten's cheek fur, causing her fur to stand on end as she shuddered.\n\n\tWith that, Paige fastened Amber into a kneeling position behind the urinal, her knees straddling a drain in the floor, and the thick collar locked around her neck levered into a magnetic clamp in the wall itself, leaving her head at just under crotch height to the average woman.\n\n\tAmber's eyes, slowly adjusting to the harsh industrial lighting, took in the fresh hell that was to become her home. A pair of thin, cheap composite walls flanked her to either side, the tile floor and the stink of waste that filled the room having long become all too painfully familiar to her. The horizontally roll-up door to her stall left open to let her see the bathroom proper past her position, with polished steel mirrors and cheap plastic sinks.\n\n\t``This isn't the school... is it?'' Amber groaned out once the thick ball gag was levered free from her mouth. Long silence and literally piss poor hydration leaving her voice raspy and worn.\n\n\t``Non, slut, it is not. You were lucky enough to learn what you could there, but those girls have at least some class and sophistication, their piss is wasted on the likes of you. So you will get the rest of your training here.'' The collie's tone was flat and disinterested, lacking even the usual venom she used when engaging with the cat.\n\n``W... what am I supposed to do here?'' Amber whimpered out, ``How long do I have to be here?'' both questions met with a casual scoff from the collie as she worked, not bothering to answer the near panicking girl's concerns.\n\n\tPaige pulled a cheap fur marker from a side pocket of the case and hung it on a thin retention chain from Amber's collar, then turned to leave.\n\n\t``W... Wait! You... you can't seriously just leave me here like this! I don't even know where I am, this place looks filthy... and... and it doesn't look safe at all!'' Amber sobbed out.\n\n\tPaige simply turned to look at Amber for a moment, her mask of indifference cracking into a small, simple grin. She then reached down to seal up the case and pull it back onto its wheels, before striding out of the stall with sharp clips of her heels on the tile, not even bothering to pull the door closed as she left.\n\n\tJust like that, Amber was alone. Not the carefully crafted and calculated hell of her previous prison, but instead in an unknown location, exposed and truly alone. Save for the collar and chastity belt she wore, the girl was naked, the straps binding her into the urinal frame, and the frame itself, doing nothing to hide her from view. Her arms were bound behind her, locked to her collar by a strap of mesh in a box-tie, forcing an arch to her back that thrust her young chest out. Only her tail was really free, but all she could do was shift it from one side of her body to the other, which was little amusement, and even less help.\n\n\tWith nothing else to entertain herself with, she took to examining the floor tiles around her, taking note of their odd flecks of blue in the off white faux-ceramic, smudged with light brown stains from past abuse. The room smelled of piss, and worse, but was offset slightly by the scent of harsh industrial lavender sanitizer that lingered from the last time a cleaning crew had come through the bathroom and hosed it down. It was better than nothing. The whole place looked cheap and tacky, a twisted little stewpot of neglect and disgrace.\n\n\tAmber was bored.\n\n\tShe was bored, and she was horny.\n\n\tAfter only a few minutes of being alone, the feline started to roll and grind her hips, trying to find any purchase or position that would give any stimulation to her throbbing pussy. It felt like ages since she had last had an orgasm, and she needed one so bad...\n\n\t``N-nu... I gotta get back!'' a small voice pleaded, cutting the silence as it echoed through the bathroom.\n\n\t``Bah, come on,'' another voice sighed loudly, ``it's going to be fine.''\n\n\t``But I don't wana miss the rail.'' the first voice pleaded, ``If I miss the rail, I might not get back to the ship, and if I miss the ship...''\n\n\t``You won't miss the ship, Mol.'' the second voice groaned in frustration. The sound of small shoes falling heavily on the tile bounced around the room as the two seemed to scuffle for a bit, ``You said you gotta go, right?''\n\n\tA figure stumbled backwards into Amber's line of view, a young vixen, several years younger than Amber from the looks of it, her prepubescent body clad in a pair of baggy low-cut shorts and a midriff top, with a large flower pin in the fox's hair marking the girl as a member of the Young Squires, one of the more popular youth groups in New Avalon.\n\n\tThe vixen gave a tug, and a red furred squirrel girl stumbled into view. Unlike her friend, this girl wore a super small micro-mini skirt with what looked to be cartoon styled panties that were clearly visible from Amber's angle of view, and a top of drab forest green with a blue and black tartan sash and matching beret.\n\n\t``Look, the rail doesn't even leave for another two hours. Does it take you two hours to pee, Cindy?'' The big floppy ears of the russet furred vixen twitched and twisted a bit as she took a deep breath, and then winced, instantly regretting taking a lung full of air in the public bathroom.\n\n\t``Well...'' the squirrel whined, ``...nuh uh, but I mean, if you get lost or something, you can just take another rail home, or your mommy can come get you, I gotta go on a spaceship and... and...'' the squirrel lost her train of thought as she looked into the stall and caught sight of Amber, taking a nervous step back behind the vixen she was with.\n\nThe vixen blinked and looked into the stall as well, then smirked with bemused pleasure, ``Oh wow... I thought mom was kidding when she said stuff like this happened.'' She half skipped into the stall, grabbing Amber by the hair, the vixen's own curly black hair bouncing and bobbing from the jostling her haste to get a look at Amber caused.\n\n\tThe squirrel, Cindy, blinked and asked, ``Wait, is she locked up?'' as she slowly followed her friend into the stall. ``She's one of those perverts, r... right? Or... is she like... a slave or something? She's not gonna hurt us, is she Molly?''\n\n\t``Oh will you calm down?'' Molly muttered, ``She's probably just some slave, or yeah, a perv. But so what? You're Drassi, you gonna tell me you've never seen a perv or a slave before?''\n\n\tCindy nodded slowly, letting a small whine past her lips, ``I mean, yeah, sure I have, but... Mom always says not to talk to them. I mean, it's one thing for class 3's like us to learn this stuff in Acorns, but this lady is kinda scary.''\n\n\t``Gah, you're such a baby.'' Molly muttered as she walked up to Amber again, wiggling her hips a bit as she toyed with the button on her shorts.\n\n\tAmber let out a little whimpered, ``No... please...'' as she felt a telltale buzzing between her legs, and felt her nipples stiffen in the chill air of the bathroom. She swallowed hard, the scent of the younger cub's sex filling her nostrils, turning her stomach with shame, even as her pussy throbbed. Despite her fear and shame, her jaw fell reflexively slack.\n\n\t``My friend's gotta go to the bathroom. She's worried she's gonna have an accident, and she can't miss her rail, so we don't have time to make you do nothin, pervie.''\n\n\tAmber winced and looked away, cheeks burning with a blush as she took another deep breath, hating the twisted knot of unwanted arousal that just grew at the way she was being treated. She looked up at the younger cub and begged, ``Please don't do this...''\n\n``I said we don't have time for that shit.'' Molly snapped, ``This is what you're here for, right?'' the vixen's shorts hit the floor, the simple fluttery thud of cloth on the tile seeming all too loud in the kitten's ears.\n\n\tA small shove to the top of Amber's head was all it took to have her nose level with the girl's pussy, already warm and wet, with a few small signs of cum on those young pink lips. ``Start licking!'' Molly yipped as she pushed her pussy up hard against Amber's nose, leaving the feline no room to squirm free or escape.\n\n\tThis was different from her prison back at the school. There it was just the sight and then piss, but here... she could feel the heat of the fox's body, smell the sour musk of her cunt, and feel the wet slimy drag of those young lips across her nosepad. Amber shuddered and writhed at the feel of the other girl's intimate flesh on her face. Her mind hated it, hated everything about it, she was revolted by the smell, the feeling, the flavor... but her body defied her. That buzzing between her legs kicked up to a level it had never been at before, and she found herself moaning a mumbled protest into the vixen's slit, even as she reflexively started to lick as she had been ordered to.\n\n\tHer mind might have hated the flavor, but it was the first thing she had tasted other than piss in what seemed like forever, a conflicting mix of bitterness, salt, musk and lust. She couldn't help herself, she lapped at that tight little snatch with unwanted eagerness as the vixen all but rode her face.\n\n\t``See, I knew it was safe!'' Molly moaned out confidently, ``Your momma is just being silly to be scared of stupid pervs like her. She couldn't do anything to me if she wanted to, she's just a lezzy... little... potty perv!'' The point was punctuated by the fox letting herself slump onto that face, releasing a warm stream of piss in a slow trickle along Amber's muzzle, stinging her eyes and running down her cheeks.\n\n\tAmber pulled back reflexively, but her collar kept her from escaping, and gave her no room to escape. Almost instinctively, her mouth opened and her lips pushed up against that soft sex, struggling to seal around her folds enough to keep the warm, acrid piss running down her throat instead of across her face. She choked and gagged on the flow of piss, even as her trapped sex ached to create friction against the belt, her hips squirming and hunching uselessly as she got so painfully close to a blissful orgasm.\n\n\t``Get me clean. Like really super clean.'' Molly churred sternly, ``I want to show my mom that I can clean myself up, even after a week at camp.''\n\n\tIt was an order that Amber was humiliatingly all too happy to obey. She licked and lapped at that sex, even as the girl's piss continued to flow down her throat and across her chin and chest. Her raspy feline tongue dug as deep into the girl as she could get it, needing, deep down, to prove to them, to herself, that the salty stale cum that some male had deposited into the girl's cunt earlier was the reason that she was so horny... that she was straight... A task that became harder and harder to convince herself of, as her tongue cleaned any trace of cum from the girl, and was left only with the fresh sour musk of girl juices. The cleaner the girl felt, somehow, the more her own locked up pussy clenched and throbbed. Hating herself as she realized that a part of her, deep down, wanted to make this bossy girl cum.\n\n\tAs if able to sense it, Molly stepped back out of Amber's reach, watching the feline strain against her bonds, her tongue lolling out uselessly. The vixen grinned at her as she slipped two fingers firmly between her legs and ground her hips at them, slowly pushing herself to orgasm right in front of Amber's eyes, and just out of her reach.\n\nSatisfied, Molly stood there for a long moment, watching intently before taking a few steps back and gripping her Drassi counterpart by the shoulders, ``See? She's safe, she's just a slut. Now come on, you gotta piss too, don't ya? Can't miss the rail.''\n\n\tPokes and prods slowly moved Cindy forward step after mincing baby step, until she was just barely in range of the ravenous feline.\n\n\t``Now then, perv...'' Cindy lorded, ``go ahead and as my friend nicely to-''\n\n``Please!'' Amber sobbed, ``Please piss on me, let me be your urinal, let me lick you... Please... please just let me cum!'' She looked up at the squirrel through blurry, tear-wet eyes, choking ever so slightly as she strained forward against the limits of her collar's lock on the wall, struggling to get between the girl's legs.\n\n\tCindy was slow to slip her skirt's short hem up bit by bit, but it was Molly who reached from behind the girl and yanked her cute `Rati' panties down, pushing the squirrel snatch-first against the desperate feline. A firm paw held the girl there while Amber struggled to lock her lips around the nervous cub's slit.\n\n\tThe shock of it all, combined with an achingly full bladder, caused Cindy's dam to burst, and soon enough her own piss was flowing into Amber's mouth, thicker and darker than that of her friend, flowing in such a rush that Amber almost choked on it. If not for her week of struggling to keep her piss tank empty, she likely would have passed out from the strain of keeping up with the squirrel's overfull bladder as it emptied.\n\nLust and self loathing churned within Amber's belly and loins as she suckled and swallowed all the piss the squirrel gave her, her ears flatting back with shame at how sweet the near panicked squirrel's gasps and moans were.\n\n\t``You want her to make you cum too?'' Molly whispered to the squirrel, intentionally loud enough that Amber could hear her as well.\n\nCindy just made a little noncommittal whine, blushing as she looked away and heaved a deep breath. Already the squirrel could feel Amber shifting around beneath her, licking firmly, almost eagerly at her pussy, that raspy feline tongue burrowing deep into her sensitive sex, without any regard for how it turned the young feline's stomach.\n\n\tPoor little Cindy hemmed and hawed between gasps and groans before finally leaning back on the high heels of her Mary Janes, her balance nearly sending her toppling to the floor, ``Nuh uh... she's kinda gross, Molly.'' the young Drassi Acorn groaned as she arched up on tiptoe.\n\n\tOne quick pull from the vixen brought the squirrel back against Molly's flat chest, as her paw lowered between Cindy's legs, and she nipped at her friend's neck, making a lewd display of fondling and making out with the squirrel in front of Amber before plunging two of her fingers into the other girl's tight little pussy.\n\n\tAll Amber could do was watch and sob as the two kissed and suckled each other's tongues in front of her, feeling her own pussy scream at her brain in maddening lust and need, leaving Amber feeling helpless, needy, and so completely used. Even worse, whatever automated timer her bladder's controller was set to, picked that moment to vacate her own full bladder, the girl shuddering as she pissed into the drain in front of the two girls as they made out.\n\n\tThe pair didn't even seem to notice, as Molly's fingers roughly fucked at the squirrel's slit until the girl let out a little squeak and tremble, the only hint that she had cum. Without another word, the pair started to get dressed, tugging their clothes back on while watching each other, Amber all but forgotten.\n\n\tJust before leaving, Cindy glanced back at the cat and asked in a nervous attempt at a dominant voice, ``E... enjoy that... dyke girl?''\n\n\tAmber flinched as if slapped, whimpering out, ``N... not a... lesbian.'' even as she started to sob with humiliation.\n\n\t``Coulda fooled us!'' Molly laughed, ``You really wanted to make us cum, huh? Don't worry though, like I've been telling my friend, the rail has a good long while before the next train leaves, and there are plenty of other kids waiting for it... this is the closest bathroom, so I'm sure you will get plenty of use.'' She then giggled as she took Cindy's paw in hand and the two walked away, leaving Amber with that horrible promise ringing in her ears.\n\n________________\n\n\tDozens more kids did use her that day, and several adults, all women. Making her first day in that public bathroom a hellish mix of swallowing piss, licking pussies, and tedious boredom between.\n\n\tAt night the automated lights went out, set to only turn on when someone came through the door, and the automated cleaning system blew a mist of atomized disinfectant through the air to land on her fur and sting her eyes and nose, followed by a swelling in her guts as the automated systems pumped a nutrient enema into her ass. Even after that, though, there was little chance to sleep, as the bathroom near the rail station was popular enough that the lights came on every hour or so.\n\n\tDays passed like that, as the feline struggled through her life as a toilet, tasting the pussy of girl after girl, drinking their piss, licking loads of their boyfriend's cum from their cunts, or occasionally being used as a sex aid as she licked girls and women to orgasm. It was the last that she was growing to live for, as each time she made a girl cum, she got a small, almost painfully insignificant, but still very real orgasm from it herself. Never enough to temper the eternal need in her loins, but enough to reward her for a job well done. The one exception, was on what she was pretty sure was the fifth day, when a cleaning crew came through the bathroom, closing it for an hour to clean everything by hand and catch what the automated disinfectors failed to cover.\n\nThe cleaners were men.\n\n\tThe one who handled her stall was an overweight bull, smelling like one would expect a public restroom maintenance janitor to smell like, which was probably still better than what Amber herself smelled like. He saw her, chuckled as he hosed her down, then took a toilet brush from his cart and poured some hand soap on it before ramming it into her mouth and down her throat, just like he would, when cleaning a real toilet. That done, he gave her a drink of water from the hose, washing the soap out and leaving her coughing and sputtering.\n\n\tShe looked up in dismay as he tugged his overalls open and pulled out his turgid dick, levering it into her mouth.\n\n\tShe could smell the male musk, taste unwashed cock... but the chip in her pussy was silent, and worse, she felt her pussy give a defensive clench, she could almost imagine she could hear it drying up on her. She liked guys... she did... but her body responded with fear and disgust.\n\n\tHe pissed down her throat, which she obediently swallowed, then started to fuck her throat until depositing a load of cum in her stomach... and she felt... nothing but disgust and shame. Even her mind had given up on trying to crave guys sexually... it was just a thing... he used her, but there was nothing in it for her.\n\n\tHe left her with his taste in her mouth, chuckling with his coworkers as they finished up. The realization of what her body's reaction had meant almost broke her, some time the next day she just kind of stopped thinking after that, just living in a half starved haze as she waited to be used.\n\n________________\n\n\tAmber sat there, eyes open, but not really seeing anything, and slowly licked her lips, still able to taste the filthy old possum who had used her last. A classless vagrant in a weathered duster who had clearly been using the station as a shelter as the weather turned. Finding Amber had probably been the highlight of the woman's week, and she'd spent who knows how long using the kitten's muzzle in every disgusting way she could imagine.\n\n\tThat alone should have been more horror than the poor cub could stand, but despite how disgusting it was, the worst part was that she kept licking her lips in search of any lingering flavor from the horrid woman's snatch.\n\n\tIt was nearly time for the morning commute rush, the flood of workers who would hammer the station as they took off to various factories and mines littered around the outskirts of the city proper. Sweaty, disheveled, worn women. Class 3 dregs that she would have looked down on before, and deep down still wanted to, but she was little more than a toilet to them, and worse, some small part of her, beyond her control, began to churn with eagerness for their arrival each day.\n\n\tThe sharp clip of high heels on tile sent the kitten sitting up as straight and rigidly as she could, trembling as she looked up towards the open door to her stall. She bit her lip hard, feeling her heart pounding in her chest as her lungs filled with the mix of sterile spray and stale piss that had become her world.\n\n\tShe watched as a woman stepped into view and then turned to look into the stall she was in, taking a couple steps closer before stopping to look at her. As had become her habit, Amber never looked above the woman's legs, too scared of what would happen if she met their eyes.\n\n\t``Well now, will you look at that.'' she heard the woman chuckle.\n\nHer ears flicked, the girl blinked several times, swallowing hard as her eyes slowly looked up further, growing wider as they went... her mother.\n\nTabatha smiled down at her daughter, ``I told you that you needed to straighten up and fly right, didn't I Amber?''\n\n\t``M... mom!'' the kitten gasped, her throat still dry and raspy from days of use. She swallowed and pleaded, ``Mommy, please, you gotta get me out of here. Those maid girls, they left me here... they made it so...'' her voice failed her as she let out a choking sob, trembling in her restraints.\n\n\t``Made it so what, dear? So that your little pussy drools for girls? So that you're addicted to being humiliated and licking piss? So that you can't even control when you piss yourself?'' her mother asked somewhat sardonically, a wicked grin on her muzzle, ``I was wondering if you'd learned your lesson yet.'' the older feline shook her head, ``You were such a failure as a daughter, a shame to our family and class...''\n\n\tAmber sobbed as the horrid realization dawned upon her, that her mother not only knew, but that Paige hadn't been lying... her mother had arranged for all of it. ``P... please mommy, I... I promise I'll be good, I won't disobey you anymore, or argue, or... or anything. Please, please just take me home...''\n\n\t``Not quite yet...'' Tabatha murred softly, ``I have a few errands to run, and I wouldn't want to deprive the morning commute of your... talents.''\n\n\tAmber choked out a sob as she watched her mother turn to go, and was fully crying by the time the morning rush started. Not that any of the commuters cared if she was crying or not as they used her. They were in too much of a rush to get where they were going.\n\n\tIt wasn't until after the evening rush, and shortly before the lights were scheduled to go out that Tabitha returned, flanked by a couple of the maids from the school.\n\nTabitha smiled at her, ``Alright, we will be going home in a bit, but first, I want to show you the proper features of your new permanent companion.''\n\n\tAmber looked up at her mother, and saw the woman glancing off to the side, a clear sign that the woman was interacting with her HUD.\n\n\t``Looks like your bladder is two thirds full...'' Tabitha said, ``So...''\n\n\tAmber flinched as her bladder spasmed, then again two seconds later. For a whole thirty seconds it spasmed once every other second, then for fifteen seconds it did so every second, then for seven seconds it spasmed twice a second, then for four seconds it spasmed three times a second, for two seconds it spasmed four times a second, then it gave five hard spasms before her bladder released itself automatically, making the girl sob and blush deep.\n\n\tAs her daughter pissed down the drain between her legs, Tabitha explained, ``Your bladder is no longer under your conscious control, as I'm sure you've realized. It has a pressure sensor, and when it reaches maximum safe pressure, it will automatically release, causing you to piss yourself no matter where you are, or what you are doing. But I don't want a completely incontinent daughter, so there is a manual release, which you just felt. You can send me a request to let you pee, and when I approve it, that is what you will feel, a one minute countdown to peeing.''\n\n\tTabitha smirked, ``If you ever feel that and haven't asked for permission, assume that I am mad at you for something, and hurry your ass to a bathroom before time runs out.''\n\n\tAmber nodded her head, tears in her eyes, but not about to question it or complain for fear of being left there.\n\n\t``In addition, as the implant that controls your bladder is also adjacent to the nerve that controls that little clit of yours, I've had them program your jack, so that it will only let you cum when your mouth is between a woman's legs. It will let you get close of course, but before you can cum, it will render your whole cunt as cold and unfeeling as that belt covering it now. Constantly thinking about boys is what got you into this mess, so no more boy chasing for you, young lady...'' Tabitha paused in thought, then smirked, \n\n\t``Not that you are much of a lady anymore.''\n\n\tAmber gave a little sob, but nodded, ``O... okay m... mommy.'' trembling in her restraints.\n\n\tTabitha nodded, and then the maids stepped forward, unlocking Amber from her restraints, but leaving her in the collar and chastity belt. They hosed her off, and then, as she was too weak to walk on her own, she was stuffed back into a slave transport case, bound and gagged, crying as they closed the lid and locked it.\n\n________________\n\n\tOnce Amber was given limited access to her jack and HUD again, she discovered that she had been in the hands of the school for almost two months. Two months of her life spent drinking piss from girls and women, locked in the basement of the maid academy, or locked in a urinal stall in a public bathroom.\n\n\tIt took her nearly a week to recover enough to get around on her own, though her two months of extremely limited calories and complete lack of exercise had robbed her of some of her curves, leaving her looking waifish and awkward. Her mother removed the belt and collar once she first took her out of the slave case at home... though both were kept in the case in Amber's closet, as a constant reminder that she could be sent back at any moment.\n\n\tAmber had missed too many days to return to her private school, they had flunked her out, which meant repeating a year, and her mother informed her in no uncertain terms that she wasn't going to waste money on a high class private school again. So once she was recovered enough to attend, she was sent to the nearest Class 3 public school... which took twenty minutes by train to get to each day.\n\n\tAmber didn't dare protest. Nor did she complain when she discovered that her old wardrobe was gone, thrown out and replaced by clothes more befitting a Class 3 student. Cheap, quick-printed clothes that were too thin to be durable, and sluttishly short to `save on printing costs'. Her mom refused to even let her have underwear, forcing her daughter to go to school each day in tiny mini-skirts and halter tops printed with various ad-wear designs, with absolutely nothing on underneath. Her time home was spent naked, at her mother's orders, and she was responsible for all the cleaning.\n\n\tAny time that Amber was too slow to reply, or didn't get a chore done just right, her mother was quick to pull her over her knees and paddle the girl's bottom until it was bright red, then spend the next day randomly triggering the girl's bladder release, forcing Amber to constantly know where the nearest bathroom was, and make mad dashes for it whenever her mother thought of her.\n\n\tHer only consolation was that she was mostly left alone at her new school. As a Class 3 school, none of the teachers cared if she learned or not, and she was so quiet and timid after her `lesson' that the other students just assumed she was a waste of their time. She had gone from one of the most popular girls at her school, to a complete outcast.\n\nAnd then there was gym class... every time she was in a bathroom, or forced to change, she had to hide the fact that her nipples got hard and her pussy got wet at the sight of other girls. Just the smell of piss in a bathroom was enough to get her wet. And she hadn't had an orgasm since the last time she'd licked that homeless possum bitch to an orgasm in the nightmare station bathroom.\n\n\tAnd then things got worse...\n\n\tAfter almost a month at the new school, struggling to keep her grades up in vain hope of convincing her mother to put her back in a Class 2 academy, and while rushing back to class after her mother triggered a bladder release warning on her, she accidentally ran headlong into a student skipping class in the halls.\n\nGasping out an awkward apology, Amber looked to the girl she had knocked over, offering a hand to help her up, only to have her jaw fall slack.\n\n\tThere, sitting on the floor, disheveled from being knocked down, was a vixen with black curly hair, looking up at her, ``Watch it, bitch!''\n\n\tAmber let out a sob, taking a fearful step back as the girl stood.\n\n\tMolly glowered at Amber as she stood up, straightening her clothes, then she blinked, ``Wait a second... is that... are you the piss-whore perv?'' blurting it out all too loudly for Amber's liking. \n\n\tAmber shook her head, tears welling in her eyes, ``N... no... no...''\n\n\tMolly grinned wide, ``Wow, I wondered what happened to you.'' the vixen reached out and grabbed Amber by the hair, ``Good timing, lezzy, I gotta piss.'' as she started walking towards the bathroom Amber had just left, pulling the older feline along behind her by the scalp.\n\n\tA month after that, and everybody in school knew that Amber was a toilet. By the end of her third month at the school, her grades were only barely enough not to be flunked out, and it felt like every girl, and even some of the guys, in school was using her as a piss bucket whenever they felt the need. But Molly was always there... slowly taking over her life.\n\n\tShe wore a collar made by Molly, a black strap of printed leather with an AR code under her neck that put a glowing girl's bathroom sign above her head in blue whenever anyone looked her way. Worse, after Molly had forced her to bring her over to see her home, her mom had shared control of her bladder release code with the vixen. Her mother ruled her life at home, and Molly ruled it at school.\n\nBut at least she got to cum a lot...\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Amber's Education

By: TerraMGP and Danaume Rook

\t``Amber...'' The words slipped out slowly, an exasperated hiss that came as painfully rote. The tall and sharply dressed tabby stood shifting on her smart, two inch heeled `flats' as she split her gaze between the kitchen door and the green-brown field of ornamental glasses which filled up much of her view. ``Amber Marie, will you get in here right now?''

\t``Yeah mom?'' came the seemingly innocent reply from a disinterested and rather aloof looking orange furred tabby girl who slipped into the kitchen. The tween kitten half slumped against the door frame as she tapped at the air idly, doing who knows what with her AR interface. Amber was a pretty girl, through her youth denied her the grace and curves of her mother, leaving her rather slender and spindly.

\tTabatha looked down at her child and narrowed her eyes a bit. The kitten made her cringe, she had probably used a whole tub of product in her soft, naturally curly white hair to get it looking more `holo-vid slut' chic. She'd cut centimeters off the bottom of her school uniform skirt and shirt to render it more sexual, and only barely tried to hide it with her unbuttoned school jacket. It sent a cringhing shiver up the older feline's spine as she shifted her weight and looked down at the girl, ``You were seriously planning to go out dressed like that?'' she growled

\t``Yeah.'' Amber nodded, her tone totally lacking any concern.

\t``I thought I had a new outfit printed for you last week, remember? After your friends decided to give you that little makeover?'' Tabatha knew damn well that wasn't what had happened. She may have even called her child out on it, had it been the only problem from the girl, or if the complete lack of a reaction had been anything but expected.

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\tFor her part, Amber just shrugged and smirked ever so slightly, a coy smile barely touching her muzzle as she glanced towards her mother with the bare minimum of effort to make it seem like she was looking at her mother, rather than the dozens of messages and chats displaying on her HUD that she thought the older woman couldn't read. ``I just wanted it to be a bit more comfortable, mom, geeze. It's not like I took much off... you know that the regulation print is always too big, all the girl's do it, the boys too!''

\tA stony silence fell into the room, Tabatha gazed at her aloof daughter, trying to bottle up the roiling rage twisting just under the surface. Something easily visible had Amber been paying any attention to her mother.

\tThe young girl's shoulders rolled as she leaned against the kitchen door frame and scanned the display in front of her, ``So... is there anything else?'' she finally muttered, lifting a leg to scratch at her opposing shin with the tip of her shoe.

\tTabatha caught a flash of bare fur under the skirt as her daughter performed that action, her lips tightening with anger as she saw the lack of panties under the girl's school skirt. ``You're not chasing boys around again, are you Amber?'' She growled, ``You know what your principal had to say after the last time, when you were caught behind the bleachers.''

\t``Gah, mom, you know she was overreacting. We didn't do anything bad!''

\t``You didn't?'' Tabatha muttered, ``Every month we have this same issue, and every month you just shrug it off. I don't want you to focus on boys. Your job is to pay attention in school, get good grades... What do you think is going to happen if all you think about is how to get boys?''

\tAmber winced, twisting away just a bit. She gazed up at her mother for a long moment, not saying anything, not moving, just casting a hateful glare at the middle aged woman before turning on heel and letting out a loud `hmmph', ``I gotta go, the rail into the city is due soon... you don't want me to be late, right mommy?'' she scoffed as she sauntered her way out of the room, leaving the house with a slam of the front door.

\tIt took all Tabatha's willpower to avoid scratching the marble countertop with her claws, it was always the same, the same patterns, the same fights. The same... fixation. Whole minutes passed before she was able to finally move again, feeling her knees tremble beneath her. When they steadied, she turned and walked slowly to the corner of the small kitchen, taking down a small bottle of non-printed vodka from a rack, taking hold of a small crystal glass and letting the printer fill it with ice chips before pouring a splash of the spirits into it.

\tShe downed the drink in one long swig, then refilled the icy glass before sipping at it more slowly, letting her tension melt away, replaced with a soft glow of confident resignation. ``Well Tabby, you gave her a chance...'' she said to herself, then waved her hand to bring up a feed of the rail station. The tween was already reveling in the not so subtle glances from the older men scattered around the station. The sharp silvery eyes of the older feline scanned the feed, looking over the crowd gathering as the train pulled up. She watched her child get on, seeing others file in behind her in quick succession. One person stood out to her in particular, an older cougar who took a moment to pull a thick hood free from his pocket before getting on the train.

\tTabatha sighed and gave a resigned smile as she downed the rest of her drink, she hated that it had come to this, but it was the only way.

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\tThe heavy scent of rubber filled Amber's senses when she finally woke. A tight membrane of the stuff pulled in at her from all sides, all but crushing her body while offering almost no room to move. Her arms were pulled above her, taking the strain of her weight, and her head held stiff between them. Her feet didn't even touch the floor, telling her that she was not just tightly wrapped in rubber, but suspended as well. She was trapped, hanging helplessly in a black void, with thick industrial rubber pressing in on her from all sides, her body helpless to resist, or do more than move a few millimeters with strained effort.

\tShe had a few scattered memories, of making her usual passes at the men on the train, the occasional hand pressing in to grab here where it likely shouldn't, and then a sharp pain in the back of her neck. The pain lingered even now, mixed in with the discomfort of her situation and the strain in her arms.

\tHours passed quietly, and wrapped as she was it was impossible to figure out what was happening. She could do nothing more than twist and hang helplessly, her shoulders straining to hold her weight. She could do nothing but stew in her discomfort and think of all the ways she would make everyone involved pay once she was out of this mess.

\tThe sudden sound of a heavy metal door swinging open came to her through the thick rubber, making her squirm and thrash in her rubber cocoon. Her struggles rendered her unable to hear the sound of crisp heels walking on the solid floor, circling her. She felt cool air on her feet and heard a ripping sound as a knife was pressed under the rubber and slid up it, letting the bright light of the room assault her eyes as the rubber lining fell away.

\tShe squinted against the bright light, making out a gray wall with an ornate circular seal painted on it, though her light pained, blurry eyes could only make out a massive tree set in the middle of the seal's design.

\tShe kicked her feet and opened her mouth to scream, only to find it cut short as someone's hands shoved a piece of metal between her teeth and twisted it, wedging her mouth open wide with a ring gag, which was deftly buckled behind her head.

\t``So, is this one not joining our ranks, sister?'' she heard a chillingly bubbly voice say from behind her. A pair of hands stroked up her sides as the voice asked the question, ending with a firm pinch of her nipple that made her scream past her gag and thrash her feet more.

\tA second voice, tired and dripping with sarcasm, replied, ``If she was, she would be up stairs with the rest of the applicants in the regular holding room, wouldn't she? I swear, Babette sometimes I wonder if your brain is just a flaky croissant.''

\tShe felt someone grab her ear, and then the delicate rim was crushed between two metal plates. She screamed past the gag in pain as the plates bit in, and then a sudden searing heat between the plates made the sharp pain turn to agony.

\t``That is a shame, Cherie, you were a very naughty girl, non? I can imagine your Mistress would be very happy with a maid like you `round the house. But zat is not to be.'' The owner of the bubbly voice with the distinctly French accent walked around her, revealing that it belonged to a rather plump looking collie girl with curly blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and an almost comically large bosom, bouncing in her frilly maid's uniform with every step.

\tAmber glared at the older girl and tried to kick out at her, only to be caught from behind by something, a swift kick of the solid pointed toes of a high heeled dress shoe coming right up between her legs to catch her right in the bare pussy. Amber's legs jerked and her eyes rolled back from the pain as she bucked in her suspension, the pain in her ear, shoulders and arms forgotten for the pain between her legs.

\tThe collie, Babette, raised a triangular metal shield with black carbon fiber straps hanging from it, up against Amber's aching crotch, settling it in place, over her throbbing pussy, and the woman behind her grabbed the straps, attaching them to something behind her that felt like a metal ring beneath her tail. The two fidgeted with the thing for a bit, and then the collie stepped back.

\tThere was a mechanical ratcheting sound from the metal ring, and the belt pulled almost achingly tight, then there was a scent of melting carbon fiber as the ends were fused to that rear ring, meaning that the belt would have to be cut away, and with no slack between her fur and flesh, and those straps, would mean cutting her as well without special tools... but that wasn't the worst part. A moment later she felt a searing pain between her legs, as the shield forced something up the girl's urethra.

\tShe screamed and sobbed inarticulate pleas past the ring gag as she thrashed between the two tormentors, though it was all too easy for them to keep her firmly in place as the device did it's work.

\tThe buckles holding her up by her wrists suddenly released, sending Amber collapsing to the floor in a heap. The plump collie hunkered down on her stiletto heels with ease, and gripped Amber's cheeks with an odd mix of tenderness and strength, the canine's thumbs caressing the strap of her ring gag as she was forced to look the older girl in the eyes.

\tAmber tried to gurgle out a protest, to shake away the pain, but her bemused canine captor just held her head effortlessly still, smiling sweetly, her tail making soft brushing slaps against the ground behind her as she wagged at Amber's plight.

\tNo warning came for Amber, as a cold metal tube was pressed to the base of her skull, right over her data jack. A loud thunk accompanied a new surge of pure agony, as a secondary jack was implanted, like a nail driven into her skull just above her existing jack, forming a figure eight shape, as her old jack was covered and integrated, and the new jack overrode her senses.

\tThe whole world dulled and distorted like a corrupted AR picture, a nightmare of dull static and white noise working to overwhelm her. The sight of her tormentors and their conversation was lost in the noise. Amber found herself struggling to pull primal sensations of comfort to the fore, curling in on herself as her body screamed for her bother to hold her. Her throat aching as it failed to push out an impotent scream for mercy. Her whole world became a timeless agony of sensations as her existing jack was overwritten forcibly, the process taking god only knew how long.

\tThe sea of sensations hammered at her head until finally they began to break, her vision slowly piecing itself back together. She panted for breath past the ring gag as she looked up at the cold concrete wall and the big round circular seal that hung there. A large coat of arms with a chestnut tree flanked by a harp, a staff, and birds.

\t``It looks like her owner has some very specific requests, sister.'' the kinder of the two voices said. The busty colie in her fetish-forward maid's uniform stepped close and looked down at Amber. Her hand slipped under the kitten's chin and tilted her face up to meet those crystal blue eyes of hers. ``Oh, the scan code applied perfectly...'' she said sweetly as she traced a finger along the feline's aching ear.

\t``Of course it did, what did you expect?'' the bitter, sarcastic voice sighed, it's owner stepping into view, and proving to be a tall, willowy collie with thick black hair. She moved behind the plumper collie and looked over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes, ``Are you done admiring the bidet, big sister?'' her frustrated, dry anger seemingly lost on the older, eternally cheerful dog.

\t``You're so cruel, Paige, you must learn to enjoy your work, non? There is no rush, besides, we won't see this yummy little kitten again for a while, will we?''

\tIt didn't take a genius to realize just how bad that statement could be taken. The orange furred kitten trembled and shook, tossing her matted mane of platinum white hair as she loosed as stream of spittle filled grunts and groans at the pair, the ring gag preventing her from making any coherent pleas. The pain in her body, and the haze from the drugs accompanying the new jack pushing her frustration and anger to new impotent heights.

\t``Hmm, it looks like we'll need more time for the chip to start doing it's work, Babette.'' the slender sister sighed as she took out a black latex hood and handed it to the plump canine.

\tBabette grinned with joy as she fiddled and fumbled with the collar, before tugging the thing over Amber's face, plunging the kitten once more into latex scented darkness.

\tAngry drooled threats mixed with helpless pleas as Amber tried to twist her head away from the hood, but she could do nothing to escape it as the chubby girl's firm grip held her steady until the black shroud was in place, followed by a click of a lock as it was sealed in place.

\tThe last addition to her `uniform' as Babette called it, was a strap harness of some kind that was fitted around her flat chest, shaped to leave her lack of a bust on clear display. Amber couldn't see it in her hooded state, but it made her feel even more exposed and naked than she already was.

\tTrapped in darkness, Amber became aware of something... a hazy, ghosted image, slowly forming itself across her field of view. It stood out vividly against the darkness as it slowly resolved into something recognizable. The seal. The one she had seen on the wall, now loomed inescapably before her, ringed with words she could now read clearly, as close as they were. `Madame Chastain's School for Maids'.

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\tTime quickly lost meaning to the kitten. It couldn't have been too long, she knew, simply because she hadn't been fed or given anything to drink. She lay helpless in darkness in her concrete cell, her body twisting and contorting in effort to escape the bands of synth leather and carbon fiber that held her. Even with her hands and legs free, she could find no purchase or seam that she could pry off, nor could her small feline claws cut through anything.

\tIt was the hood though, that was the real nightmare. It robbed her of any sight save that eternally present crest overlay, her hijacked jack unable to assist and provide her any distraction in her sensory deprivation, Amber slowly discovered what true boredom was, a thing she had never experienced in her life of on demand conversations and content through her HUD.

\tThe loud clacking of heels on cement burst sharply into Amber's darkened world. She heard the heavy door being opened, and then felt a hand reach in to grab the collar attached to her harness, dragging her out of her cell and hoisting her to her feet.

Amber could barely stand, let alone consider running, especially while hooded, yet whoever had come for her didn't seem to care. She found herself pulled along by her collar, stumbling in the darkness and tripping her way along behind the hand that led her, making muffled protests through her gag that fell on deaf ears.

\tThey seemed to go on for quite some time, the sound of those heels and the feel of the floor beneath her bare paws seeming to change quite a few times. Eventually they stopped in front of what sounded like a heavy sliding metal door. Amber stood nervously for a moment, before being yanked inside this new room.

``Hmmph, took long enough.'' The familiar sour voice of the thin collie girl from before, grumped.

\tAmber felt fingers work at the locked seam of the cursed hood, and then it was worked off her face, causing her to squint in the dim light of the room. The seal impressed upon her vision was the only thing that hadn't changed. The flat digital image was not quite obtrusive enough to obscure her surroundings, but she couldn't forget it was there either.

\tShe found herself standing with Paige in a dimly lit hallway, less than a meter across. To either side were a dozen small nooks, stations set with anchor straps and tubes, most of which were filled with girls, locked tight into bondage and hooded. She couldn't see what they were doing, and wasn't sure she wanted to.

\t``I can't believe this...'' Paige growled, letting her French accent slip into her words, each roll and twist of the accent seeming to make her suit the black and white maid's uniform that the teen wore, ``It's bad enough that I have no say in this. Bad enough to take away my say in this. Mamma has declared it, you know... that I must keep up the line. That Babette is not smart enough, not responsible enough. That she is a poor maid, as if we don't train hundreds of maids each year as dumb as a box of rocks, and she is the oldest, non?''

\tThe frustrated canine punctuated each of her words with a sharp tug or jerk at the collar of the feline as she half led, half dragged the feline down the hall of kneeling maids in training, or whatever they were.

\tThe collie rambled and thrashed her way through one of the narrow openings as best she could, given the cramped space in the nook. Her thin, stiletto heels tapping with full force of near stomps as she shoved the cat down into the center of the space with all the care one would give a bag of food paste. The canine's sharp blue eyes, angry scowl, and her somehow both aggressive and yet still unsettlingly graceful stance gave her a disturbingly dangerous look. All the fragility and danger of a glass knife.

\t``Oh will you stop squirming, you stupid little chamber pot!'' she hissed, ``It's bad enough that mother has me toiling about down here like some common servant. I swear, the second I come of age, I'm out of here, no matter what anyone thinks!'' Paige swatted Amber firmly on the rump and gave a few harsh jerks at the feline's collar, ``Here, now if you will just keep still, I can remove this gag, and we can get to work!''

\tThe collie triggered the magnetic lock on the ring gag and levered the item out of Amber's muzzle, then hung it from the strap of her apron casually.

\tAmber wasted no time, the kitten snarling and thrusting herself like a wild beast at her captor, only to instantly begin to fall over. She barely managed to find purchase and bite into Paige's arm before she felt a firm paw wrap into her hair.

Two hard smacks to the side of her face were followed by a punch right in the nose, causing Amber to gasp in pain and release her grip on Paige's arm as she staggered back to her knees. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her sinuses seemed to send pain stabbing into her brain and then right down to her tail and back. She felt so impossibly weak and helpless, her hands going to clutch her nose.

\tPaige was quick to exploit the reaction, attaching various straps to the harness that the feline wore, keeping a firm grip on the tabby's platinum locks in the process. A few practiced motions, and a few unneeded, but spiteful yanks at the feline's hair later, and Amber found herself locked to the floor in the small nook.

\tAmber's hands were tugged into harmless latex mittens, then locked to her collar, and her collar, harness and chastity belt were all locked to various straps and anchor points on the floor. A strap running from her collar to the floor formed a short leash that let her head come up no higher than her ass, though without her arms to brace her, and with her legs strapped down out to the sides, her calves pressed against the side walls of the nook with her thighs spread almost in ninety degree angles from each other, she had to really strain the muscles of her back to keep her head from dropping to the floor.

\tEscape was impossible, even in her groggy, post-shock state, that was more than clear to the poor girl. She glared up past the tears at the bitch collie, only to see the older girl working with some plastic box.

\t``Will you stop glaring at me already? You think I want you to be here any more than you want to be here?'' Paige snarled as she bent down towards Amber's face, her silk gloved paws working deftly and quickly. She pulled a black plastic muzzle over Amber's snout, strapping it behind her head carefully. The plastic felt light, but secure, and smelled of medical plastic and a deeper, rank scent that set her fur on end. ``Your owner...''

\t``Mother.'' Amber snapped through the mask.

\t``Owner.'' Paige insisted, ``...seems to have some very specific requirements for you. Normally we don't bring our students down here unless they have earned a serious punishment, but considering what she has in mind for you...'' Paige smirked as she looked at the small marks in her fur from the bite Amber had given her.

\tThe casual action somehow filled Amber with a sense of abject dread.

\tShe tried to shake her head free of the strange mask, her knees digging into the harsh tile of the floor and her muscles training against the stiff synthleather bonds. Every breath was slower and more labored than the last, drawing odd hisses from the flanges around the tip of the mask, which were soon covered by a clear tube that Paige twisted into place.

\t``Most girls are only kept here for a few hours, a day at most. Just long enough for the punishment to sink in, and let them know that there are worse fates than that of a maid... however.'' she grinned wickedly as she pressed a small AR button into place above the hose, ``It seems that your training included some rather special requests. Simple... but special.''

\tAmber watched with horror as the tube becan to turn yellow, filling with liquid from a tank held high on the wall above and in front of her, slowly drawing closer to the muzzle cup. Her nostrils flared hard as the rank smell of the bitter fluid finally cut through the medical plastic scent, making her stomach lurch in a gagging heave. A moment later the muzzle cup was filling with the golden fluid, sinking into the girl's fur, and flooding her nostrils with the harsh burn of ammonia. Thin vents at the sides of the muzzle cup let small amounts of the urine trickle out of the mask to flow down the fur of her face and pool beneath her.

\tPaige nodded her approval, the aloof puppy allowing herself a small smirk of satisfaction, ``Now I would start drinking, if I were you, chamber pot. This is not simply punishment for you, after all... this is your new life. All the piss a filthy little girl like you could ever want.''

\tA horrified scream died into a gargling choke as piss from the tube kept flooding in and filling her mouth and nose. Any attempt to pull herself free resulted in the fluid splashing across her face and flowing down her body.

\t``You'll be expected to learn to swallow quickly before this week is out, or you will repeat it.'' Paige spat as she slipped past the feline, her tail giving the slightest hint of a wag as she walked out of the latrine ward, past all the other slaves consigned to the same, albeit far more temporary, fate as her.

\tThe piss came too quickly to drain from the small vent holes around her face, leaving the muzzle cup filled with the rank fluid. Only the raw instinctual need to breathe forced her to swallow huge, choking gulps of the stuff, rearing her head back as her mouth filled, barely able to force herself to swallow past the knot of primal disgust in her throat.

\tShe jerked her head back, exhaling the piss out of her nostrils so that she could take a labored breath, just struggling to survive. The smell in the mask was overwhelming, but worse, the still flowing fluid was making her little bubble of breathable air smaller and smaller. She had no choice, it was either swallow and drink all the piss as fast as it came, or drown in it.

\tRearing back until the collar ached at the back of her neck, and tilting her head up as far as she could, she could put just enough of a bend in the tube to slow the flow, but even that couldn't stop it, earning her no more than a few seconds respite for all the aching effort of maintaining the position.

\t\tWorse, the stinging piss that leaked around her muzzle got into her eyes, filling them with searing pain and forcing her to blink them closed. That left her trapped in a world of pain from her body, with only the flavor of piss, and the gurgling moans of other students to keep her company.

\tAt some point, she could see the tube clearing at the back end, her scattered mind trying to get hold of itself once more as she saw an end in sight. Her stomach was so full, her lungs burning with the scent that filled every breath, she feared she would choke to death on the stuff before she could complete the task.

\tIt felt like it took hours to drain the tank above her of it's stale, rank fluid. The streams of waste dripped across her chest and face were drying, the harsh fluid making her skin itch furiously. She felt as though she had swallowed gallons of the stuff, and her stomach felt bloated and furious with her for swallowing any of it at all. Her bladder felt full to bursting, but despite the wide spread of her legs, she couldn't manage to make herself piss.

\tShe let her chin drop to the floor, sobbing as she felt exhaustion take hold, and was nearly on the edge of falling asleep when she felt a sudden harsh buzz deep inside her loins. Her thighs tensed, trying uselessly to close, and then a moment later she felt her bladder suddenly release against her will, filling her with a sense of humiliation and relief as she began to piss onto the floor beneath her, some going into a drain between her legs, but a lot of it splashing up and getting into the fur of her thighs and belly, and even onto her chin. She sobbed as she further soiled herself, but didn't even have the strength to move.

\tWith both the tank and her bladder empty, Amber was able to relax a bit, if that word even applied when bound in such an awkward way. She lay there on the floor, reeking of piss, on her knees and chin in the darkness, with only the damned school seal, ever present in her vision no matter if her eyes were open or closed.

\tA sudden blinding flash of light caused her to squeeze her eyes shut, but it didn't help, as her eyes filled with an AR video feed, giving her the point of view of looking up at a ceiling made of white tile and grey grout, framed by dun colored partition walls... and all of that encircled by an oval of porcelain.

\tA stall door swung into view briefly, and then she got a disquieting view of a rather pudgy panda girl entering her field of view as well, staring up at her from a position near the girl's knees. The girl was dressed in the standard maid's uniform, and her short skirt afforded Amber an unwanted view of the panda's childish pink frilly panties, which the girl casually pushed down as she turned to lower her butt towards Amber's view.

\tThe panda's pussy and ass filled Amber's eyes, unavoidable and close enough that it was almost disquieting not to feel the heat of the girl's loins on Amber's nose. A sharp buzz between her legs, somewhere behind her clit, made Amber grunt and let out a whimper, which the panda could apparently hear.

\t``Oh... I... I guess this one finally got filled.'' the panda muttered, ``Sorry about this, I'm taking a sommelier's class, and I really need to...'' Amber heard the girl take a deep breath, then say to herself, ``N... no. Miss Paige said I need to accept it when I'm put over others. Still... sorry about this...''

\tWith that said, she heard the panda sigh in relief, and watched a heavy stream of golden piss flare from the girl's pussy and right at her face. Even knowing it was an AR video feed sent directly to her visual cortex, she couldn't stop herself from flinching and closing her eyes, trying to protect herself from the spray. It did little good, and she heard a gurgling as fresh, hot piss pushed the air from the tube attached to her mask, and then a moment later she was once again presented with urine to drink or drown in.

\tThe worst part was that the whole time she was being used as a toilet, all she could do was stare up at the girl's pussy, the first real look at another girl's cunt that she had ever gotten, and all the while, her pussy buzzed with unearthly pleasure that took her so close to orgasm that she actually sobbed with need when the girl finished peeing, wiped herself, flushed and left, causing the buzzing to stop.

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\tThe AR display turned back to darkness and the school's ever present seal.

\tAmber had no idea how long she spent in that chamber. Occasionally a maid would come by and hose her off with water, and then give her a nutrient enema, but otherwise her life slowly became a blur of darkness broken by having girls appear to sit on her face and piss into her mouth. She slowly found herself becoming more and more eager for those moments of stimulation... something to see, even if it was a pussy... and something to feel, even if it was that cursed buzzing between her legs that never seemed to last long enough to let her cum. The eager thrill she felt every time she was presented with some girl's slit disgusted her, and often left her crying with frustrated need in the dark afterwards, screaming uselessly into her little prison.

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\tFreedom from her prison turned out to be having a few older maids come, wash her off, unlock her from her bondage, and then stuff her cramped and stiff body awkwardly into a piece of rolling luggage, followed by the sense of movement. She felt bumps and clatters as she was dragged along, but there was no indication of where they were taking her. No way to tell how long it would take to get there.

\tAll Amber could do was chew nervously on the thick rubber ball gag in her mouth, and hate herself for wishing that she was back in her prison, with the more relaxed muzzle cup, and at least enough freedom to wiggle her hips or lift her head.

\tHer mind was awash in a hazy flow of thoughts and memories, a sense of hunger and sexual need now an ever present companion, as her belly grumbled and her pussy drooled down the fur of one thigh from behind the tight embrace of the chastity belt she still wore.

\tThe case finally jolted to a stop, then fell sharply to the side, battering Amber about within it. She heard latches being opened, and then was treated to the sight of Paige towering over her. It didn't matter that the girl wasn't much older than Amber, she might even outgrow the canine in a year or two, but looking up at her, surrounded by the sickening yellow light that flooded her vision, the girl looked near angelic.

\tPaige didn't bother to bask in her superiority, however, she quickly reached in to unclasp the various fixtures holding Amber locked in the fetal position. She quickly and effortlessly levered the poor feline victim out of the case, causing Amber's long-unused muscles to ache and spasm as they failed to support her weight, causing her to crash down, cheek first, onto the filthy tile floor, looking helplessly into the collie's high heels.

Amber swallowed around her ball gag and let her eyes slowly work up Paige's leg, and towards the canine's disgusted looking face.

\t``You're quite a pain, girl, you know that, oui? I'm glad that your owner at least realized that you would make a useless maid. I can't imagine you'd do well with the school's proper curriculum...'' Even as she started her rant, the girl paid little heed to the cat's discomfort, reaching down to grab hold of her hair and drag her along the dirty tile floor, and back to an all too familiar sight of a girl's urinal harness.

\t``This...'' paige nodded coldly, ``...is the second phase of the program. Thankfully, when this is done, your owner will decide what she wishes to do with you, and you won't be my responsibility any longer. Someone will come to check on you regularly though, so no bright ideas about begging for help. As if anyone would offer help to a little pissmop dyke like yourself, would they?'' The collie patted Amber on the cheek and gave her a cruel grin. The silk glove moved teasingly across the kitten's cheek fur, causing her fur to stand on end as she shuddered.

\tWith that, Paige fastened Amber into a kneeling position behind the urinal, her knees straddling a drain in the floor, and the thick collar locked around her neck levered into a magnetic clamp in the wall itself, leaving her head at just under crotch height to the average woman.

\tAmber's eyes, slowly adjusting to the harsh industrial lighting, took in the fresh hell that was to become her home. A pair of thin, cheap composite walls flanked her to either side, the tile floor and the stink of waste that filled the room having long become all too painfully familiar to her. The horizontally roll-up door to her stall left open to let her see the bathroom proper past her position, with polished steel mirrors and cheap plastic sinks.

\t``This isn't the school... is it?'' Amber groaned out once the thick ball gag was levered free from her mouth. Long silence and literally piss poor hydration leaving her voice raspy and worn.

\t``Non, slut, it is not. You were lucky enough to learn what you could there, but those girls have at least some class and sophistication, their piss is wasted on the likes of you. So you will get the rest of your training here.'' The collie's tone was flat and disinterested, lacking even the usual venom she used when engaging with the cat.

``W... what am I supposed to do here?'' Amber whimpered out, ``How long do I have to be here?'' both questions met with a casual scoff from the collie as she worked, not bothering to answer the near panicking girl's concerns.

\tPaige pulled a cheap fur marker from a side pocket of the case and hung it on a thin retention chain from Amber's collar, then turned to leave.

\t``W... Wait! You... you can't seriously just leave me here like this! I don't even know where I am, this place looks filthy... and... and it doesn't look safe at all!'' Amber sobbed out.

\tPaige simply turned to look at Amber for a moment, her mask of indifference cracking into a small, simple grin. She then reached down to seal up the case and pull it back onto its wheels, before striding out of the stall with sharp clips of her heels on the tile, not even bothering to pull the door closed as she left.

\tJust like that, Amber was alone. Not the carefully crafted and calculated hell of her previous prison, but instead in an unknown location, exposed and truly alone. Save for the collar and chastity belt she wore, the girl was naked, the straps binding her into the urinal frame, and the frame itself, doing nothing to hide her from view. Her arms were bound behind her, locked to her collar by a strap of mesh in a box-tie, forcing an arch to her back that thrust her young chest out. Only her tail was really free, but all she could do was shift it from one side of her body to the other, which was little amusement, and even less help.

\tWith nothing else to entertain herself with, she took to examining the floor tiles around her, taking note of their odd flecks of blue in the off white faux-ceramic, smudged with light brown stains from past abuse. The room smelled of piss, and worse, but was offset slightly by the scent of harsh industrial lavender sanitizer that lingered from the last time a cleaning crew had come through the bathroom and hosed it down. It was better than nothing. The whole place looked cheap and tacky, a twisted little stewpot of neglect and disgrace.

\tAmber was bored.

\tShe was bored, and she was horny.

\tAfter only a few minutes of being alone, the feline started to roll and grind her hips, trying to find any purchase or position that would give any stimulation to her throbbing pussy. It felt like ages since she had last had an orgasm, and she needed one so bad...

\t``N-nu... I gotta get back!'' a small voice pleaded, cutting the silence as it echoed through the bathroom.

\t``Bah, come on,'' another voice sighed loudly, ``it's going to be fine.''

\t``But I don't wana miss the rail.'' the first voice pleaded, ``If I miss the rail, I might not get back to the ship, and if I miss the ship...''

\t``You won't miss the ship, Mol.'' the second voice groaned in frustration. The sound of small shoes falling heavily on the tile bounced around the room as the two seemed to scuffle for a bit, ``You said you gotta go, right?''

\tA figure stumbled backwards into Amber's line of view, a young vixen, several years younger than Amber from the looks of it, her prepubescent body clad in a pair of baggy low-cut shorts and a midriff top, with a large flower pin in the fox's hair marking the girl as a member of the Young Squires, one of the more popular youth groups in New Avalon.

\tThe vixen gave a tug, and a red furred squirrel girl stumbled into view. Unlike her friend, this girl wore a super small micro-mini skirt with what looked to be cartoon styled panties that were clearly visible from Amber's angle of view, and a top of drab forest green with a blue and black tartan sash and matching beret.

\t``Look, the rail doesn't even leave for another two hours. Does it take you two hours to pee, Cindy?'' The big floppy ears of the russet furred vixen twitched and twisted a bit as she took a deep breath, and then winced, instantly regretting taking a lung full of air in the public bathroom.

\t``Well...'' the squirrel whined, ``...nuh uh, but I mean, if you get lost or something, you can just take another rail home, or your mommy can come get you, I gotta go on a spaceship and... and...'' the squirrel lost her train of thought as she looked into the stall and caught sight of Amber, taking a nervous step back behind the vixen she was with.

The vixen blinked and looked into the stall as well, then smirked with bemused pleasure, ``Oh wow... I thought mom was kidding when she said stuff like this happened.'' She half skipped into the stall, grabbing Amber by the hair, the vixen's own curly black hair bouncing and bobbing from the jostling her haste to get a look at Amber caused.

\tThe squirrel, Cindy, blinked and asked, ``Wait, is she locked up?'' as she slowly followed her friend into the stall. ``She's one of those perverts, r... right? Or... is she like... a slave or something? She's not gonna hurt us, is she Molly?''

\t``Oh will you calm down?'' Molly muttered, ``She's probably just some slave, or yeah, a perv. But so what? You're Drassi, you gonna tell me you've never seen a perv or a slave before?''

\tCindy nodded slowly, letting a small whine past her lips, ``I mean, yeah, sure I have, but... Mom always says not to talk to them. I mean, it's one thing for class 3's like us to learn this stuff in Acorns, but this lady is kinda scary.''

\t``Gah, you're such a baby.'' Molly muttered as she walked up to Amber again, wiggling her hips a bit as she toyed with the button on her shorts.

\tAmber let out a little whimpered, ``No... please...'' as she felt a telltale buzzing between her legs, and felt her nipples stiffen in the chill air of the bathroom. She swallowed hard, the scent of the younger cub's sex filling her nostrils, turning her stomach with shame, even as her pussy throbbed. Despite her fear and shame, her jaw fell reflexively slack.

\t``My friend's gotta go to the bathroom. She's worried she's gonna have an accident, and she can't miss her rail, so we don't have time to make you do nothin, pervie.''

\tAmber winced and looked away, cheeks burning with a blush as she took another deep breath, hating the twisted knot of unwanted arousal that just grew at the way she was being treated. She looked up at the younger cub and begged, ``Please don't do this...''

``I said we don't have time for that shit.'' Molly snapped, ``This is what you're here for, right?'' the vixen's shorts hit the floor, the simple fluttery thud of cloth on the tile seeming all too loud in the kitten's ears.

\tA small shove to the top of Amber's head was all it took to have her nose level with the girl's pussy, already warm and wet, with a few small signs of cum on those young pink lips. ``Start licking!'' Molly yipped as she pushed her pussy up hard against Amber's nose, leaving the feline no room to squirm free or escape.

\tThis was different from her prison back at the school. There it was just the sight and then piss, but here... she could feel the heat of the fox's body, smell the sour musk of her cunt, and feel the wet slimy drag of those young lips across her nosepad. Amber shuddered and writhed at the feel of the other girl's intimate flesh on her face. Her mind hated it, hated everything about it, she was revolted by the smell, the feeling, the flavor... but her body defied her. That buzzing between her legs kicked up to a level it had never been at before, and she found herself moaning a mumbled protest into the vixen's slit, even as she reflexively started to lick as she had been ordered to.

\tHer mind might have hated the flavor, but it was the first thing she had tasted other than piss in what seemed like forever, a conflicting mix of bitterness, salt, musk and lust. She couldn't help herself, she lapped at that tight little snatch with unwanted eagerness as the vixen all but rode her face.

\t``See, I knew it was safe!'' Molly moaned out confidently, ``Your momma is just being silly to be scared of stupid pervs like her. She couldn't do anything to me if she wanted to, she's just a lezzy... little... potty perv!'' The point was punctuated by the fox letting herself slump onto that face, releasing a warm stream of piss in a slow trickle along Amber's muzzle, stinging her eyes and running down her cheeks.

\tAmber pulled back reflexively, but her collar kept her from escaping, and gave her no room to escape. Almost instinctively, her mouth opened and her lips pushed up against that soft sex, struggling to seal around her folds enough to keep the warm, acrid piss running down her throat instead of across her face. She choked and gagged on the flow of piss, even as her trapped sex ached to create friction against the belt, her hips squirming and hunching uselessly as she got so painfully close to a blissful orgasm.

\t``Get me clean. Like really super clean.'' Molly churred sternly, ``I want to show my mom that I can clean myself up, even after a week at camp.''

\tIt was an order that Amber was humiliatingly all too happy to obey. She licked and lapped at that sex, even as the girl's piss continued to flow down her throat and across her chin and chest. Her raspy feline tongue dug as deep into the girl as she could get it, needing, deep down, to prove to them, to herself, that the salty stale cum that some male had deposited into the girl's cunt earlier was the reason that she was so horny... that she was straight... A task that became harder and harder to convince herself of, as her tongue cleaned any trace of cum from the girl, and was left only with the fresh sour musk of girl juices. The cleaner the girl felt, somehow, the more her own locked up pussy clenched and throbbed. Hating herself as she realized that a part of her, deep down, wanted to make this bossy girl cum.

\tAs if able to sense it, Molly stepped back out of Amber's reach, watching the feline strain against her bonds, her tongue lolling out uselessly. The vixen grinned at her as she slipped two fingers firmly between her legs and ground her hips at them, slowly pushing herself to orgasm right in front of Amber's eyes, and just out of her reach.

Satisfied, Molly stood there for a long moment, watching intently before taking a few steps back and gripping her Drassi counterpart by the shoulders, ``See? She's safe, she's just a slut. Now come on, you gotta piss too, don't ya? Can't miss the rail.''

\tPokes and prods slowly moved Cindy forward step after mincing baby step, until she was just barely in range of the ravenous feline.

\t``Now then, perv...'' Cindy lorded, ``go ahead and as my friend nicely to-''

``Please!'' Amber sobbed, ``Please piss on me, let me be your urinal, let me lick you... Please... please just let me cum!'' She looked up at the squirrel through blurry, tear-wet eyes, choking ever so slightly as she strained forward against the limits of her collar's lock on the wall, struggling to get between the girl's legs.

\tCindy was slow to slip her skirt's short hem up bit by bit, but it was Molly who reached from behind the girl and yanked her cute `Rati' panties down, pushing the squirrel snatch-first against the desperate feline. A firm paw held the girl there while Amber struggled to lock her lips around the nervous cub's slit.

\tThe shock of it all, combined with an achingly full bladder, caused Cindy's dam to burst, and soon enough her own piss was flowing into Amber's mouth, thicker and darker than that of her friend, flowing in such a rush that Amber almost choked on it. If not for her week of struggling to keep her piss tank empty, she likely would have passed out from the strain of keeping up with the squirrel's overfull bladder as it emptied.

Lust and self loathing churned within Amber's belly and loins as she suckled and swallowed all the piss the squirrel gave her, her ears flatting back with shame at how sweet the near panicked squirrel's gasps and moans were.

\t``You want her to make you cum too?'' Molly whispered to the squirrel, intentionally loud enough that Amber could hear her as well.

Cindy just made a little noncommittal whine, blushing as she looked away and heaved a deep breath. Already the squirrel could feel Amber shifting around beneath her, licking firmly, almost eagerly at her pussy, that raspy feline tongue burrowing deep into her sensitive sex, without any regard for how it turned the young feline's stomach.

\tPoor little Cindy hemmed and hawed between gasps and groans before finally leaning back on the high heels of her Mary Janes, her balance nearly sending her toppling to the floor, ``Nuh uh... she's kinda gross, Molly.'' the young Drassi Acorn groaned as she arched up on tiptoe.

\tOne quick pull from the vixen brought the squirrel back against Molly's flat chest, as her paw lowered between Cindy's legs, and she nipped at her friend's neck, making a lewd display of fondling and making out with the squirrel in front of Amber before plunging two of her fingers into the other girl's tight little pussy.

\tAll Amber could do was watch and sob as the two kissed and suckled each other's tongues in front of her, feeling her own pussy scream at her brain in maddening lust and need, leaving Amber feeling helpless, needy, and so completely used. Even worse, whatever automated timer her bladder's controller was set to, picked that moment to vacate her own full bladder, the girl shuddering as she pissed into the drain in front of the two girls as they made out.

\tThe pair didn't even seem to notice, as Molly's fingers roughly fucked at the squirrel's slit until the girl let out a little squeak and tremble, the only hint that she had cum. Without another word, the pair started to get dressed, tugging their clothes back on while watching each other, Amber all but forgotten.

\tJust before leaving, Cindy glanced back at the cat and asked in a nervous attempt at a dominant voice, ``E... enjoy that... dyke girl?''

\tAmber flinched as if slapped, whimpering out, ``N... not a... lesbian.'' even as she started to sob with humiliation.

\t``Coulda fooled us!'' Molly laughed, ``You really wanted to make us cum, huh? Don't worry though, like I've been telling my friend, the rail has a good long while before the next train leaves, and there are plenty of other kids waiting for it... this is the closest bathroom, so I'm sure you will get plenty of use.'' She then giggled as she took Cindy's paw in hand and the two walked away, leaving Amber with that horrible promise ringing in her ears.

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\tDozens more kids did use her that day, and several adults, all women. Making her first day in that public bathroom a hellish mix of swallowing piss, licking pussies, and tedious boredom between.

\tAt night the automated lights went out, set to only turn on when someone came through the door, and the automated cleaning system blew a mist of atomized disinfectant through the air to land on her fur and sting her eyes and nose, followed by a swelling in her guts as the automated systems pumped a nutrient enema into her ass. Even after that, though, there was little chance to sleep, as the bathroom near the rail station was popular enough that the lights came on every hour or so.

\tDays passed like that, as the feline struggled through her life as a toilet, tasting the pussy of girl after girl, drinking their piss, licking loads of their boyfriend's cum from their cunts, or occasionally being used as a sex aid as she licked girls and women to orgasm. It was the last that she was growing to live for, as each time she made a girl cum, she got a small, almost painfully insignificant, but still very real orgasm from it herself. Never enough to temper the eternal need in her loins, but enough to reward her for a job well done. The one exception, was on what she was pretty sure was the fifth day, when a cleaning crew came through the bathroom, closing it for an hour to clean everything by hand and catch what the automated disinfectors failed to cover.

The cleaners were men.

\tThe one who handled her stall was an overweight bull, smelling like one would expect a public restroom maintenance janitor to smell like, which was probably still better than what Amber herself smelled like. He saw her, chuckled as he hosed her down, then took a toilet brush from his cart and poured some hand soap on it before ramming it into her mouth and down her throat, just like he would, when cleaning a real toilet. That done, he gave her a drink of water from the hose, washing the soap out and leaving her coughing and sputtering.

\tShe looked up in dismay as he tugged his overalls open and pulled out his turgid dick, levering it into her mouth.

\tShe could smell the male musk, taste unwashed cock... but the chip in her pussy was silent, and worse, she felt her pussy give a defensive clench, she could almost imagine she could hear it drying up on her. She liked guys... she did... but her body responded with fear and disgust.

\tHe pissed down her throat, which she obediently swallowed, then started to fuck her throat until depositing a load of cum in her stomach... and she felt... nothing but disgust and shame. Even her mind had given up on trying to crave guys sexually... it was just a thing... he used her, but there was nothing in it for her.

\tHe left her with his taste in her mouth, chuckling with his coworkers as they finished up. The realization of what her body's reaction had meant almost broke her, some time the next day she just kind of stopped thinking after that, just living in a half starved haze as she waited to be used.

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\tAmber sat there, eyes open, but not really seeing anything, and slowly licked her lips, still able to taste the filthy old possum who had used her last. A classless vagrant in a weathered duster who had clearly been using the station as a shelter as the weather turned. Finding Amber had probably been the highlight of the woman's week, and she'd spent who knows how long using the kitten's muzzle in every disgusting way she could imagine.

\tThat alone should have been more horror than the poor cub could stand, but despite how disgusting it was, the worst part was that she kept licking her lips in search of any lingering flavor from the horrid woman's snatch.

\tIt was nearly time for the morning commute rush, the flood of workers who would hammer the station as they took off to various factories and mines littered around the outskirts of the city proper. Sweaty, disheveled, worn women. Class 3 dregs that she would have looked down on before, and deep down still wanted to, but she was little more than a toilet to them, and worse, some small part of her, beyond her control, began to churn with eagerness for their arrival each day.

\tThe sharp clip of high heels on tile sent the kitten sitting up as straight and rigidly as she could, trembling as she looked up towards the open door to her stall. She bit her lip hard, feeling her heart pounding in her chest as her lungs filled with the mix of sterile spray and stale piss that had become her world.

\tShe watched as a woman stepped into view and then turned to look into the stall she was in, taking a couple steps closer before stopping to look at her. As had become her habit, Amber never looked above the woman's legs, too scared of what would happen if she met their eyes.

\t``Well now, will you look at that.'' she heard the woman chuckle.

Her ears flicked, the girl blinked several times, swallowing hard as her eyes slowly looked up further, growing wider as they went... her mother.

Tabatha smiled down at her daughter, ``I told you that you needed to straighten up and fly right, didn't I Amber?''

\t``M... mom!'' the kitten gasped, her throat still dry and raspy from days of use. She swallowed and pleaded, ``Mommy, please, you gotta get me out of here. Those maid girls, they left me here... they made it so...'' her voice failed her as she let out a choking sob, trembling in her restraints.

\t``Made it so what, dear? So that your little pussy drools for girls? So that you're addicted to being humiliated and licking piss? So that you can't even control when you piss yourself?'' her mother asked somewhat sardonically, a wicked grin on her muzzle, ``I was wondering if you'd learned your lesson yet.'' the older feline shook her head, ``You were such a failure as a daughter, a shame to our family and class...''

\tAmber sobbed as the horrid realization dawned upon her, that her mother not only knew, but that Paige hadn't been lying... her mother had arranged for all of it. ``P... please mommy, I... I promise I'll be good, I won't disobey you anymore, or argue, or... or anything. Please, please just take me home...''

\t``Not quite yet...'' Tabatha murred softly, ``I have a few errands to run, and I wouldn't want to deprive the morning commute of your... talents.''

\tAmber choked out a sob as she watched her mother turn to go, and was fully crying by the time the morning rush started. Not that any of the commuters cared if she was crying or not as they used her. They were in too much of a rush to get where they were going.

\tIt wasn't until after the evening rush, and shortly before the lights were scheduled to go out that Tabitha returned, flanked by a couple of the maids from the school.

Tabitha smiled at her, ``Alright, we will be going home in a bit, but first, I want to show you the proper features of your new permanent companion.''

\tAmber looked up at her mother, and saw the woman glancing off to the side, a clear sign that the woman was interacting with her HUD.

\t``Looks like your bladder is two thirds full...'' Tabitha said, ``So...''

\tAmber flinched as her bladder spasmed, then again two seconds later. For a whole thirty seconds it spasmed once every other second, then for fifteen seconds it did so every second, then for seven seconds it spasmed twice a second, then for four seconds it spasmed three times a second, for two seconds it spasmed four times a second, then it gave five hard spasms before her bladder released itself automatically, making the girl sob and blush deep.

\tAs her daughter pissed down the drain between her legs, Tabitha explained, ``Your bladder is no longer under your conscious control, as I'm sure you've realized. It has a pressure sensor, and when it reaches maximum safe pressure, it will automatically release, causing you to piss yourself no matter where you are, or what you are doing. But I don't want a completely incontinent daughter, so there is a manual release, which you just felt. You can send me a request to let you pee, and when I approve it, that is what you will feel, a one minute countdown to peeing.''

\tTabitha smirked, ``If you ever feel that and haven't asked for permission, assume that I am mad at you for something, and hurry your ass to a bathroom before time runs out.''

\tAmber nodded her head, tears in her eyes, but not about to question it or complain for fear of being left there.

\t``In addition, as the implant that controls your bladder is also adjacent to the nerve that controls that little clit of yours, I've had them program your jack, so that it will only let you cum when your mouth is between a woman's legs. It will let you get close of course, but before you can cum, it will render your whole cunt as cold and unfeeling as that belt covering it now. Constantly thinking about boys is what got you into this mess, so no more boy chasing for you, young lady...'' Tabitha paused in thought, then smirked,

\t``Not that you are much of a lady anymore.''

\tAmber gave a little sob, but nodded, ``O... okay m... mommy.'' trembling in her restraints.

\tTabitha nodded, and then the maids stepped forward, unlocking Amber from her restraints, but leaving her in the collar and chastity belt. They hosed her off, and then, as she was too weak to walk on her own, she was stuffed back into a slave transport case, bound and gagged, crying as they closed the lid and locked it.

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\tOnce Amber was given limited access to her jack and HUD again, she discovered that she had been in the hands of the school for almost two months. Two months of her life spent drinking piss from girls and women, locked in the basement of the maid academy, or locked in a urinal stall in a public bathroom.

\tIt took her nearly a week to recover enough to get around on her own, though her two months of extremely limited calories and complete lack of exercise had robbed her of some of her curves, leaving her looking waifish and awkward. Her mother removed the belt and collar once she first took her out of the slave case at home... though both were kept in the case in Amber's closet, as a constant reminder that she could be sent back at any moment.

\tAmber had missed too many days to return to her private school, they had flunked her out, which meant repeating a year, and her mother informed her in no uncertain terms that she wasn't going to waste money on a high class private school again. So once she was recovered enough to attend, she was sent to the nearest Class 3 public school... which took twenty minutes by train to get to each day.

\tAmber didn't dare protest. Nor did she complain when she discovered that her old wardrobe was gone, thrown out and replaced by clothes more befitting a Class 3 student. Cheap, quick-printed clothes that were too thin to be durable, and sluttishly short to `save on printing costs'. Her mom refused to even let her have underwear, forcing her daughter to go to school each day in tiny mini-skirts and halter tops printed with various ad-wear designs, with absolutely nothing on underneath. Her time home was spent naked, at her mother's orders, and she was responsible for all the cleaning.

\tAny time that Amber was too slow to reply, or didn't get a chore done just right, her mother was quick to pull her over her knees and paddle the girl's bottom until it was bright red, then spend the next day randomly triggering the girl's bladder release, forcing Amber to constantly know where the nearest bathroom was, and make mad dashes for it whenever her mother thought of her.

\tHer only consolation was that she was mostly left alone at her new school. As a Class 3 school, none of the teachers cared if she learned or not, and she was so quiet and timid after her `lesson' that the other students just assumed she was a waste of their time. She had gone from one of the most popular girls at her school, to a complete outcast.

And then there was gym class... every time she was in a bathroom, or forced to change, she had to hide the fact that her nipples got hard and her pussy got wet at the sight of other girls. Just the smell of piss in a bathroom was enough to get her wet. And she hadn't had an orgasm since the last time she'd licked that homeless possum bitch to an orgasm in the nightmare station bathroom.

\tAnd then things got worse...

\tAfter almost a month at the new school, struggling to keep her grades up in vain hope of convincing her mother to put her back in a Class 2 academy, and while rushing back to class after her mother triggered a bladder release warning on her, she accidentally ran headlong into a student skipping class in the halls.

Gasping out an awkward apology, Amber looked to the girl she had knocked over, offering a hand to help her up, only to have her jaw fall slack.

\tThere, sitting on the floor, disheveled from being knocked down, was a vixen with black curly hair, looking up at her, ``Watch it, bitch!''

\tAmber let out a sob, taking a fearful step back as the girl stood.

\tMolly glowered at Amber as she stood up, straightening her clothes, then she blinked, ``Wait a second... is that... are you the piss-whore perv?'' blurting it out all too loudly for Amber's liking.

\tAmber shook her head, tears welling in her eyes, ``N... no... no...''

\tMolly grinned wide, ``Wow, I wondered what happened to you.'' the vixen reached out and grabbed Amber by the hair, ``Good timing, lezzy, I gotta piss.'' as she started walking towards the bathroom Amber had just left, pulling the older feline along behind her by the scalp.

\tA month after that, and everybody in school knew that Amber was a toilet. By the end of her third month at the school, her grades were only barely enough not to be flunked out, and it felt like every girl, and even some of the guys, in school was using her as a piss bucket whenever they felt the need. But Molly was always there... slowly taking over her life.

\tShe wore a collar made by Molly, a black strap of printed leather with an AR code under her neck that put a glowing girl's bathroom sign above her head in blue whenever anyone looked her way. Worse, after Molly had forced her to bring her over to see her home, her mom had shared control of her bladder release code with the vixen. Her mother ruled her life at home, and Molly ruled it at school.

But at least she got to cum a lot...

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