The divorce was sudden but not unexpected. 


Kiki’s parents, Jiro and Emi Higurashi, never seemed to be passionate about one another. There was no dislike, but she couldn’t remember many conversations shared between the two of them that felt like a married couple and not people who shared the same home. Curious escapades to see if they ever fucked proved fruitless. No noise ever came from the bedroom. Her parents, compared to her, might as well be virgins. 


So when her mom started seeing her new boyfriend things started to change. Everything seemed brighter for Emi whenever Sven was around. He didn’t need to be physically present either, with his actions giving the older red panda a jolt in her step. She dressed more brazenly, told jokes, and stayed out later. Kiki saw the signs while her dad buried himself in a newspaper. 


Just as well. Kiki’s boyfriend Spike had the same issue with observation and if he wasn’t the hottest boy in school she’d have dumped him for it. And as far as people to cuck her husband with, there were few choices better than Sven Frisk. 


The polar bear was new to Highman, having lived there for a year. He spoke with a thick Swedish accent, towered two-feet over her mom, and had a cock to match the body. Kiki sampled that personally the few times he’d found her in the Back-n-Gas. Too big for her ass and cunt, Kiki spent those sessions worshipping it. The memory would have been better if he wasn’t so nice in the sessions. Was a little degradation too much to ask? 


Her mom came to pick her up mid session the first time she met Sven. It gave Kiki a small tinge of pride knowing that she was responsible for their meet-cute, and her father’s new status as a cuckold. Some people just deserve to be put lower, like that dumb short-tailed skunk who stole her dream domme; the butch brown bear, Ruth. 


So while the divorce was unexpected, it came too fast for her liking. Kiki hoped they’d play behind her father’s back for at least half-a-year before being brazen with him. But no, Jiro and Emi just talked and settled amicably. He didn’t even want to see Kiki on weekends. She’d have said no, obviously, but the fun of rejection was being able to reject. 


And now, instead of a two-story suburban home with the entire top floor to herself, Kiki found herself living in a single story house in the Outskirts. 


“You could at least pretend to be excited,” Maud, Sven’s daughter, said. Her condescending tone added to the list of issues Kiki had with the new arrangement. Maud was older than her, old enough to have a permit. Not old enough to treat Kiki like a child, but she did so with an almost sadistic glee. She’d spent enough time alone with the polar bear while their parents were dating to know living with the bitch was going to be a headache. 


“Why should I? It’s a downgrade.”


“Kiki!” Her mother snapped, not that a raised tone did anything. Kiki loved her parents but they were pushovers. They both worked for the same company and both rolled over to do whatever their boss demanded of them. One of the initial reasons Kiki started going to the Back-in-Gas was to deprive herself of the boredom of an empty house. Fantasies of the grizzly behind the front counter kept her coming back. 


Sven stepped in before things got worse, sporting that same pleasant smile that pissed her off. “It’s ok, dear. It’s a lot to take in. I’m sure Kiki will come to like her stay in time.”


Kiki, doubtful, rolled her eyes at that. “Do I at least get my own room?” If she had to share a room with Maud she might as well call her dad to chew him out until he took her back. 


Maud and Sven exchanged glances while her mother looked at her feet. He sighed with his daughter’s nod. “Maud, dear, why don’t you help Emi settle in. I’ll get Kiki accustomed to her stay.”


She took that as a yes and sighed with relief. A long day needed an hour of decompressing in a lone bed. It didn’t even bother her that it was set in the basement as they descended the steps. But when they arrived she found no bed. Instead the smoothed concrete floors were covered in bondage furniture. Chains and restraints hung from the ceiling, including a cage big enough to fit a person. A small alcove under the stairs was locked off by a barred cage door. There was a bathroom, though it lacked a door and a mirror.


She’d seen enough to know this wasn’t a bedroom. It was a dungeon. Heat bundled up in her chest. Hair stood on end. She turned to face her future stepfather. “What…what is this?”


“Oh, it’s where you’ll be staying,” he said casually. 


“Here?” She said, pointing to the empty mattress in the alcove, “That’s not even a bed.”


“Oh, it’s good enough for you. The woman at the gas station beamed when she heard I was marrying your mother and gave me a list of things. Emi took the liberty of taking you out of school for homeschooling.”


“What?” Kiki couldn’t do much but blink. The red panda’s tail furled around her leg. She’d had fantasies about this, and she did find guys attractive, they just never mixed together. “H-Homeschool?” she asked, knowing already what he meant, “But…but I need school.”


“Oh, not anymore. Emi did argue against it, but her opinion no longer matters. Strip.”


The command was too kind for Kiki to register. “What…what did you do to my mom?”


“I did nothing. We talked, realized we shared a common interest, and now she’s submitted under me. We’ll do it properly at the wedding. Ruth told me you’d like this, and I want to be a good stepdad. So, strip.”


He was serious. She detected no malice or ill-will behind that smile or his words, but the area around them emanated enough of it. Homeschooled? A fancy word for being locked away for someone else’s pleasure. Worst of all, she didn’t want to run away even as she looked for an exit. Her breathing shortened, her chest burned, and her legs grew weak. If it were Ruth she’d have dropped to her knees then and there. But with Sven there was hesitation.


It shattered under his approach. “Strip,” he commanded for the third and final time. Kiki was reminded of her nights in the Back-in-Gas bathrooms, the sessions where she'd first met him. Just a new person in town intrigued and eager to sample the dark secrets. She’d tasted him before her mother. She knew how rough he could be. 


Her panties were wet when she dropped them. She discarded her clothes without thought, shivering with anxious excitement when she pumped out her chest. Burgeoning breasts carried nipples tight and standing. They didn’t interest him. No, his smile seemed more satisfied that she finally obeyed.


She expected him to unzip that fat cock of his and lay it out over her face. Instead he slapped a pair of disposable latex gloves on and kneeled down. “Open wide,” he commanded, tone too friendly for the situation. She followed, holding back the urge to vomit when his finger pressed inside. 


“We’ll need to train all of you for use,” he said casually, adding another finger down her throat until she gagged again. Though no stranger to sex the red panda had never been handled so methodically before. Customers in the Back-In-Gas were too focused on their own pleasure to stick in for long, and Spike needed negging to do anything to her. 


But Sven was deliberate. He pushed in deep enough that Kiki almost vomited, then twisted her around to spread her cheeks. Cold lube helped him stick inside. She winced with her intrusion, fingers curling against the wall whenever his did inside her. If he’d thrown a few insults her way the drops between her legs would have formed a puddle. 


“Far too tight for me,” he muttered, penetrating her cunt without warning. His fingers held her in place like a hood when her legs gave out, hand on her scalp to keep her steady against the wall. “You’re far too young for spreading here. Your mouth and ass will have to do, with time anyway.”


“S-Sorry, Master,” Kiki whispered, ashamed that he couldn’t fuck her then and there. Anger swelled when she realized he was being considerate. She wanted to be used, not taken care of like some delicate toy. His heavy hand clapped her ass before she could voice this, breaking her voice into a sudden squeal of pain. 


“Do not speak unless asked a question.” Even his reprimands sounded friendly, like they were playing. If this were a game, Kiki didn’t want it to end.


Until she saw the hood. The thick leather slipped tight over her face, with metal clips lining it for attachments like blindfolds or gags meant for longterm usage. It was heavy enough that she couldn’t grow used to it, and tight enough to not see it from the edge of the eyeholes. Her protests were silenced with a firm palm, followed by a wide ballgag. 


“One daughter is enough responsibility,” Sven mused aloud, taking a standing cage with thick bars from the corner of the room and shoving a short one-bar prison inside it. Kiki watched on, not even trying to take her hood off while her master talked. “Boys, gossip, and more, Maud is a handful. Plus there’s no other room in the house and I know she won’t ever share her private space. Really, this is best for you and me. Though your attitude warrants this part.”


He forced her around to bind her arms behind her back. Without delay he shoved her into the standing cage, sinking the one bar prison deep enough into her cunt for her breath to shake. Then the cage door closed and, with a hefty grunt, he hoisted the cage in its entirety to a chain dangling from a ceiling. With a few clinks the cage locked in, hanging freely with her inside it. Gravity did its fair share with the one-bar prison. 


“I’ll be back in an hour to let you out,” Sven said, patting the cage. “If I take longer, well, I can’t let Maud have all the fun with your mother.”


There were no windows in the dungeon. Kiki watched her stepfather, her master, walk up the creaky wooden steps with no regard for her. She wailed into her gag, pleading him to continue, but they fell on deaf ears. Then the lights were flipped off, leaving her in the darkness of her new life. 




***




Kiki guessed it’d been a week since her new life began. With no clock or natural light she had only visits to go by. Of her two visitors, Maud was the most vocal about how much time had passed. 


“Every morning,” the teenage bear complained to herself. Her footsteps rang heavy on the wooden stairs above Kiki’s head. Her alarm clock to get up from her mattress and present herself in front of the cell door installed in the alcove. This was the fifth time Maud complained. 


The first time involved Sven. He instructed Kiki that upon their arrival she was to stand at the bars with her chest out, legs spread and arms behind her head. Any sass was met with a boring and tedious punishment like facing a corner or time in the hanging cage, so she held her tongue. She was also told not to masturbate, but she’d yet to be caught. 


Maud’s hair was frazzled from getting out of bed. Her oversized shirt, her father’s if Kiki guessed, hung long enough to reach her thighs. In one hand was a shake that made Kiki’s tongue curl up in memory. Slave shakes had all the vitamins and nutrients she needed with the added benefit of her master’s seed. Taste wasn’t a factor. 


“You know, Knulla, when I asked my dad for a pet this wasn’t what I had in mind.” Knulla was what Maud called Kiki. Sven didn’t have a name for her, preferring to address her as more of an object than a person. Maud said it too naturally to be something she made up, so it must have meant something. Probably something humiliating, but Kiki’s stomach growled too much to care. 


Kiki didn’t answer. Sass to Maud was worse than her father. Whereas Sven knew the perfect punishment by what would bore Kiki, Maud liked to scare her with sharp things to keep her in line. The red panda hated to admit that her hidden sessions often had Maud in mind because of it. Didn’t mean she wanted to bleed. 


Opening the cell door, Maud pulled out a chair to lounge on. “I don’t want to hear any wincing or grumping. I just woke up.” She pulled up her dad’s shirt, revealing a bushy cunt she’d had yet to wash that morning. Kiki held her disgust, which had been growing less far quicker than she expected. She had, after all, been giving the older bear a cunt focused tongue bath every morning in exchange for her shake. 


“Slower, Knulla. Aren’t you supposed to be a dyke lover?” Maud jeered, free hand clasped on the leather hooded head currently between her legs. Kiki never considered herself a dyke lover, but she had a type. Maud fit it, unfortunately. She could do without the scratching feeling of bush or the unwashed taste of a long night’s rest. 


Maud would talk about things happening up above. Like how Emi has a personal cage next to her father’s bed and doesn’t even wear clothes around the house. Unless one counted a collar, which Kiki assumed matched the one around her neck. She didn’t have a tag. She wanted to ask if her mother did, but Maud never let her. 


“That boy you were dating, Spike? Yeah, I think he’s moved on already,” Maud said. Kiki felt a sudden pang through her heart. It made her dig deeper for Maud’s liking. “Think he’s dating a young lion fag.”


Luke. Kiki rolled her eyes. Of course that little brotherfucker stole Spike. Ever since Halloween they’d been given each other side eye. Spike was such a lost puppy that anyone giving commands could get him going. With her gone, he’d go for the next power bottom. 


Maud took a while to get off. This was her choice, encouraging Kiki to spend what had to have been an hour between her legs. “God, you reek,” Maud said when she tossed the bottle over. “I’ll tell dad. Maybe you’ll finally get a shower.” 


There was something in the shake. Kiki guessed as much in her third taste of it. It was an unholy blend of fruits, veggies, fiber, yogurt, and cum, but every time she drank it a fire built in her lower body. An inch she couldn’t scratch until Maud left, and had to stop scratching when Sven came down.


“Maud tells me you need a shower.” He sniffed the air around her to be sure, nodding when satisfied. Rather than let her walk up the stairs he latched her hands and ankles by a length of chain long enough to let her walk with small steps. A long broom handle latched onto her collar, allowing the polar bear to direct her forward without touching her. Like a prisoner she’d been made to march up the steps, leaving tiny droplets of desire between her legs.


“Since you’ve been well-behaved for your first week, we’ll use the shower.” Sven led her through his bedroom where she noticed his bed had a cell underneath it. She half-expected her mother to be behind the bars. “She has to go to work,” Sven explained, as if reading her mind. “We agreed that it would be best if she did not take up my attention during the day. Otherwise how would I train you?”


The shower was wider than her alcove cell. She and Sven could stand comfortably in it with space left for extensive activities. But before they did, he pulled her hood off. Despite not facing the mirror Kiki found her reflection in the glass of the shower door. A week in a hood left her blonde headfur a mess, and her fur frazzled. The ears staring back weren’t filled with shame, fear, or even the loss of the will to live. No, they were burning with desire, sparking when Sven grabbed her skull and pulled out an electric razor. 


Her blonde headfur, the last symbol of Kiki as a person, now lay in clumps over a towel outstretched on the floor. Sven talked of how it would make her hood fit better, but Kiki cared little for comfort. There was no going back to school now, not with her head buzzed down like a slave. A piece of meat to be used for the pleasure of others. The last week of silence and captivity robbed her of the words to express herself. 


Her master’s shower had a waterproof chain hanging from the middle. It wasn’t long enough for her, forcing Kiki to stand on the tips of her toes as her arms were locked over her head. Cold water slammed her chest and face, sending chills that made her squeal as Sven undressed. Steam rose by the time he entered, his fat cock hanging limp like nothing was abnormal. 


She watched it swing like a pendulum. Kiki bit her lips. Words failed her. It’d only been a week at best and already the wah forgot to ask, to beg, for anything. 


Sven was more thorough than teasing in his cleaning. Fur shampoo and conditioner were massaged over her entire body. Not a single space went without it, but none were with it long. She winced with desire when his hands passed her nipples, clasped her fists tight for the push against her cunt that passed her by. Either the drug against her was making her more sensitive, or it was all in her head. 


The shower washed away his scent but she swore she could taste it. The heavy musk of a man much her senior. The rough grip of someone who could overpower her with no effort whatsoever. She was at his mercy and she desperately, desperately, needed him to abuse it. 


“Please…” her voice broke into a whisper. Sven stopped, crouching down to her level with a look of concern. Had he been debating on ending this? Did he just need her word? Kiki considered going back to that life, being the queen bee at her local school and watching that bitch live the life she wanted under Ruth. 


“Please…fuck me…”


There was no acknowledgement that he heard her. He continued scrubbing her, washing her of sweat that pooled down the drain like her shame in asking. He dried her off with a towel and blowdryer, then clasped her hood back on followed by her basic cuffs. 


Back in the basement she expected to be pushed back into her alcove cell only for him to have her face the wall. Chains rattled behind her, setting her heart pounding against her chest like the drummer of a marching band. 


Wrenched from the wall to the floor, Sven looped ropes around her body. Her arms were bound behind her bag, while her legs were spread apart with her heels touching her thighs. She hadn’t noticed the loop in her hood until he pulled a rope through it, forcing her body to bend in such a way that she had to look forward.


Ropes bit into her as gravity relented against the pulley system. Kiki grit her teeth, struggling out of reflex rather than desire to escape. Momentum made her twirl, letting the trussed up wah see her master’s naked form. His hardened cock standing like a pillar of meat.


“Open your mouth,” he ordered without his casual tone. Kiki obeyed but not before licking her lips in anticipation of what was to come. His hearty musk basqued her nostrils before the red cock touched her lips. 


He didn’t slow. He didn’t stop nor wait for Kiki to adjust. He sank his cock in by inches without pause, leaving the way gagging with her jaw strained as she looked up to him for mercy she prayed he wouldn’t give. Curious eyes stared back, as if thinking how to make this easier the next time around. 


The polar bear pulled back once his balls braced her chin. But not out, not completely. Kiki strained in tearful agony as her master used her throat as he pleased. Lungs burned, her body spasmed, and her pussy dripped with need. It was almost as good as Ruth using her face as a seat. Almost.


She breathed in lungfuls of air when he pulled out completely. It mixed with the disappointment in her soul that he’d not finished in her, not deemed her worthy of the feast that was his seed. 


“Mo–” He silenced her with a ballgag, one thick enough to strain her jaw. “You’re not ready to be by my side during work hours, but you are getting there.” 


The warmth of his praise and the hot little scenario in her mind vanished at the icy touch of lube bracing her backside. Being no stranger to anal, it wasn’t too big. The casual nature of it curled her spine. There was no hesitation like some gas-station customer or her ex-boyfriend’s concerns despite her demands. He was taking what he wanted, what was his, without caring for how she felt. 


She almost came from that alone. 


Then came his dick. His fat, throbbing, gargantuan cock. Since that little shit of a stinkbadger came into the picture Kiki hadn’t had anything like a horse inside her. Sven was no horse, but he spread her far enough for Kiki’s body to spasm. Tears trailed under her hood, teeth gnawed into her gag, and she cried out unintelligible garbage as he sank in. 


Halfway in she froze. Not in the sense that she felt ice in her veins, more that her body went numb from the pressure expanding her insides. Her breaths grew haggard. Her pussy made a puddle on the floor. Then he pulled back.


Sven took his time fucking her. She was for his pleasure, not the other way around. His thrusts were slow, but they went deep. Deep enough that Kiki swore she felt her gut bulged. When he spoke it was in Swedish. She assumed it was insults, calling her a slut, a whore, or his personal sex slave. She wished it were, just to hammer the fantasy into reality. 


He slowly sped up, going as far to make her bounce on his dick through physics. She’d had two orgasms before he filled her, leaving her limp to the feeling of hot seed filling her insides. Some of it fell out when he withdrew, leaving her an overstuffed sex doll without a name. 


“Coming along well,” Sven said, cleaning off his dick with a towel instead of her tongue. She wished he did, wished the happy attitude wasn’t there at all when he spoke of what came next. 


“I think we can start putting you in my office during the day,” he said, letting her down and massaging her unbound limbs. “Could use something better than a stress ball.”




***




The wedding was a private affair. Kiki didn’t know her extended family at all and Sven didn’t invite his, leaving the church venue empty save for Kiki’s dad, her dad’s boss, and the priest. Strangely her birth father was naked save for a chastity cage, and kneeling beside the wolf that was his boss. He recognized her through the hood, but said nothing. He smiled though, so there was something understood. 


Kiki didn’t. The gag covered her mouth. 


Sven dressed as a groom should, with a tailored suit and black bowtie to show respect for the marriage. Maud wore a pink dress that her natural color brought out. Her mother, crawling down the aisle by a leash in her stepsister’s hand, was naked save for the collar and veil over her face. She didn’t look at her ex husband on the way up, nor did he look at her. Kiki guessed they were happy for each other, but she realized she didn’t care either. They were all slaves. It was not for them to decide who was happy.


Kiki wore little that lacked purpose. Her ankles were cuffed and latched together by a chain long enough to spread her legs but short enough to keep her from running; not that she would, they trained her well. Her arms were locked in a tight bondage sleeve behind her, matching the thick leather collar that helped lock the hood over her head in place. Beyond that she was naked for all to see, her nipples hard at the shame and envy towards her mother’s crawl. Sven had constructed a one-bar prison to keep her standing at the altar, right in front of the priest. 


Her mother did not acknowledge Kiki when she crawled up the stage and kneeled across from their master. Kiki rarely saw her mother since her enslavement, having spent most time in the basement and only brought upstairs when Sven was working from home. What few occasions they had were spent in service, such as when Kiki was made to clean her mother’s cunt of their master’s spunk with her tongue. Not once had they shared a word as mother and daughter. 


They weren’t anymore. Kiki knew that, though she still struggled to consider it. Terms like mother, father, stepsister, and stepfather were meaningless to a slave like her. There were just master’s, mistresses, slaves, and the rest. 


The priest spoke his piece on unity, adding some slavery focused lines for the ceremony. Sven bent down to Kiki when asked for the ring. He twisted her panel gag, pulling a long tube that had filled the wah’s throat since that morning. Despite her training she still coughed when free of it. Her master rubbed her back until she regained her composure. He was still far too nice for her liking, but opinions mattered little now. 


If Kiki had any say, a regular ring didn’t fit. If it needed to be a ring then it should have been a piercing in her cunt or something. Sven seemed like a traditionalist at heart, at least until he put the ring on his wedded slave. At least until he pulled his dick out and made her kiss it instead of him.


Then he announced for people to come.


The church doors opened. Men in various masks walked in, dressed for a wedding. A small crowd of them filled the aisle, with some spreading the pews apart. 


“As mine, I am free to do with you as I wish. So for this special occasion, these men are going to use you as they wish. This is the last time I will share you with the world, so make the most of it, my dear.”


Kiki watched her mother obediently wade her way into the crowd, watched one wolf force her down to suck him off with little fanfare, holding her pulled up veil tight like her headfur. She watched another hoist her up to plow into her cunt. Then more, and more, until a crowd enveloped her. She saw her former father watching on the command of his master, a wand held to his cage for stimulus. 


Her heart twinged with a sense of envy watching her mother. Her mother had a life before her enslavement, a life of choices she could use for debauchery which gave each choice more weight. Kiki no longer had those choices. And while she enjoyed her position, she would admit there was a melancholy to knowing that her happiness was assured through obedience.


Such thoughts fell aside when her master pulled his cock out. Maud, her mistress first and stepsister second, pumped her father’s cock with a smile casting down upon Kiki. “Are you going to take her cunt now?” she asked.


Sven shook his head. “I am thinking it will come later,” he said, undisturbed by his daughter’s forwardness. The polar bear beckoned Kiki closer. She kneeled under him, nose bracing the warm rod. His scent was intoxicating. His taste was addictive. 


She’d not been trained to service so much she’d been trained to be used. So as her master and mistress twisted tongues, she did her best to take his cock past the wide ring-gag holding her mouth open. Soon enough his hand helped her down, ignoring her gagging cries. The more forceful, the better. 


“Lilla slampa.” Maud spat into Kiki’s maw once free from the cock. Kiki’s body shuddered with delight, becoming mush in the presence of her betters. Soon Sven hefted her up over his cock and let gravity ease her down. Her training stretched her ass out enough to make it easy, but none could change the sensation of how big he was inside her. 


Pistoning hips made her bounce. Strong hands kept her from falling off. In the midst she watched stranger after stranger use her mother, with little regard for patience or her stamina. Some went straight for her ass, some her mouth, some her cunt, some going from one hole to the other, and some even sharing holes. Her hands were free to pleasure others, and when no one used her throat like a cock sleeve they used her tongue on their assholes. Some strangers moved to each other, quickly turning a gangbang into an orgy while Kiki rode her master’s fat cock by her ass. 


The wave hit her before he finished. Thick fingers trapped her tongue. “I didn’t say you could cum. Normally, I’d punish you, but it is a special day.”


Kiki shook her head. Sven smiled. “I figured as much, slav. I’ll make a tally for when we get home.”




***




“Their flight landed ok,” Maud said, her voice carrying an echo across the cement walls of the basement dungeon. “They’ll be back next week. Can’t believe they left me behind for their honeymoon. I’d like to see my grandfather too.”


Kiki didn’t say anything. Even with the gag there was no point in arguing with Maud. The teenager liked to talk about herself too much. Kiki could relate, but that part of her was slowly dying in favor of her true self. Her subservient self. 


Maud layered the final touches of a juryrigged VR headset that was more of a phone covering Kiki’s eyes. She watched the screen flicker from internet searches, then to a webpage for Underwood Studios, then to a pornstar named Lizzy Bean. Some stinkbadger in a gimp mask. What a terrible name. 


“Dad wants to keep training your butt, so you’re going to be watching these in the meantime. I’ll unplug you after school. Stay still and enjoy.”


Kiki could do nothing but stay still in the longterm bondage trunk she’d been put in, with a tube hooked up to her privates and an IV drip to keep her hydrated. Enjoyment however was a different story, as the minute the video played Kiki instantly recognized the cunt piercings along Lizzy’s lower lips. 


And she had several hours to get over it.