What felt like hours couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes. Madison and Terry hunkered down silently in their bathroom stall. Half from fear, half from awkwardness upon an uncomfortable truth. One of the sinks had a leaky faucet, letting each drop echo across the concrete walls. Madison couldn’t help but think of something to avoid going insane from the noise. Her chest was heavy and her body tight, nails digging into her arms as she looked away from Terry’s gaze.


It wasn’t a misunderstanding. Terry never tried explaining that he was a girl. He wasn’t a tomboy. He called himself a boy. Madison thought boys had dicks, and had been fucked enough to know that should have been true. She didn’t see Terry as less of a man without one. But she still saw him differently, as if subconsciously looking for every hint she could of his born gender. 


Guilt squeezed her heart whenever she avoided his glance. What did it matter that he was a boy with a pussy? In some way, it did matter, much as she was loath to admit it. She didn’t care for pussy. Ruth shoved it in her face constantly when outside of the gas station. Sometimes inside, if she was ‘fortunate’ to have desk duty. But was she so shallow that his pussy stopped her from viewing him the same as she had before? He was still the same person, the one who risked his life to save her just a moment ago.


He frowned. Whether it was because he knew what she was thinking, or the shared worry of waiting for help to arrive, she wasn’t sure. She feared the worst and curled into a ball, wishing she could shrink into nothingness. 


The broom handle clattered against the door. They both leaped to their feet, holding their breath to stay quiet as someone tried to get in. Three knocks echoed through the room, followed by a female voice. “Is everything alright? I’m with the police. My name is Officer Masters.”


Madison looked to Terry for confirmation, forgetting he’d know as much as her. He nodded, hoping the same and crept out to the door. Noticing a crack, he silently peered through to check if she was who she said she was. His shoulders slumped with relief like a deflating balloon. “Did you get him?” 


Madison crawled out as the woman spoke. “My partner and I found someone matching the description. We have him in our custody. Can you both come out?”


She clutched Terry’s hand as he reached for the broom. “Are you sure?” She asked.


“Yeah.” He nodded, “It’s ok.”


It wouldn’t be but she smiled anyway and pulled him in for a kiss. “F-For what it’s worth, I want to see you again. I can’t promise I will.”


Despite his blush, his ears wilted. “What do you mean?”


“I’ll explain later.” She didn’t want to, but there was no other choice. Besides, he’d seen her costume on Halloween. Terry had to know that her home life wasn’t normal. Then again, normal in Highman Break seemed to be utterly bonkers.


Officer Masters was a cheetah with soft blue eyes and an athletic build. She smiled warmly at the sight of the two teenagers, hands at her side with one resting atop an unclipped but undrawn pistol. “Are you both ok?” she asked, crouching to eye level. Madison nodded, not wanting to give any specific details here and now. The officer didn’t press, extending her hand to lead them to safety. “Let’s get you something to drink.”


A paramedic arrived with blankets and water. Madison wrapped herself tight in one like a shell, curling away as if she could vanish into nothing. Terry sat beside her, coiled in his own blanket and looking wistfully to the road for either of their parents. Officer Masters was busy taking a phone call, leaving them under the eye of her partner, a donkey named Officer Faith. Like her he had an athletic build fit for the position, though Madison wasn’t sure how often a town like Highman Break involved criminals that ran. Unlike his partner, he had no smile or warmth around him. He wasn’t cold, just there. Poised and ready with his arms crossed. 


The longer she waited the more the truth became unbearable. With a shaky sigh she gave in, realizing it was better to say it while they had time. 


“Something on your mind?” Terry asked. 


“Something I need to say, yeah.” She took a deep breath, “I’m not allowed to date boys.”


His smile was bittersweet. “Your mom is super controlling I take it?”


“She’s not my mom.” Madison was surprised by the lack of venom in her words. “She’s…you know how Heidi treats Tinkerbell?”


“Tinkerbell?”


“The donkey we went trick-or-treating with.”


“That’s his name?” 


Madison nodded, “At least, that’s what she’s changing it to. But you know how she treats him right?” Terry nodded, giving her a pause. “Well…I’m like that to Ruth. I’m not her daughter, I’m her slave. The, uh, piercings I have are instead of a collar I wear daily.” Though she wouldn’t put it past Ruth to slap a collar on her 24/7. “And she doesn’t want me dating boys. She’s fine with me dating, but it needs to be girls. But I don’t like girls. Not the way she does.”


He stayed silent but put his hand on her shoulder. She didn’t shrug it off, instead sinking into him for comfort. The last she’d get from him in a while. “She’s not dumb. We can lie about why we were together but she’s gonna figure it out. I don’t want to lose what we have, and maybe we can keep it a secret at school.” If she’s allowed back there. Ruth might start homeschooling her now, a fate with many lessons involving the elasticity of her asshole. 


“We’ll figure something out,” He said, holding her close. She wanted to believe him, but Madison didn’t have the ignorance. Ruth liked to torment her, even in the brief windows where she acted like a guardian in her own twisted way. Their relationship was dead.


Terry’s father arrived just as Ruth did. Officer Masters took Terry to speak with his dad, leaving Madison to stew in the bear’s wrath. Except there was no wrath across her face. She looked shocked, terrified upon further inspection. 


“Are you alright?” Ruth grabbed Madison’s face not as an owner did a product, but a parent to their child, careful not to hurt but checking for wounds or bruises. Her owner had moments of care, but she’d never been so babied by the bear that she considered the treatment embarrassing rather than humiliating. 


She nodded, not expecting the hug that came next. Judging by her surprised expression when she broke away, neither did Ruth. “Uh…What were you doing out here? I thought you were with Heidi?” 


Madison cringed at the question, not that it softened the blow. “I was with a friend.”


Ruth squinted. “Who?” She turned to Terry, currently being babied by his father before Madison could explain. “Him?” The stink badger bit her lip and glanced away, determined to hold out answering for eternity if she had to.


“Ruth Sully?” Officer Faith intervened. The bear nodded, crossing her arms and casting a glance to the young girl every few seconds. “Can I see proof of ownership?”


Color drained from the grizzy’s face. “What?” 


“Proof of ownership.” The donkey pointed his thumb to Madison, “For your slave.”


Ruth’s laugh was more awkward than Madison was used to. “Slave? No, no, officer, she’s my daughter.”


What interest the policeman had in the difference was expressed with a slight tilt of the head. “I overheard her saying she’s your slave, so I’ll need proof of ownership before I can release her back into your custody. If she’s your daughter, I’ll need proof of adoption.”


“But you don’t need it for him?” Ruth pointed to the pair of bunnies. Officer Faith’s gaze said enough about why that was the case. “Look, I don’t walk around with the documents, ok? They’re not something I can just stick in a wallet. I’d need to go get them.”


She’d never seen the bear so nervous before. Her fists clenched and eased, if not scratching her arm or neck when looking away from the officer or Madison. An anxious pang plunged through her chest at the sound of handcuffs opening. A small part of her wanted Ruth to be arrested, but it was overshadowed by fear of losing the bear despite everything she’d done to her. Without her owner Madison would be back in the system, one she broke away from for a reason.


“Turn around.” Officer Faith said. Not to Ruth, but to her. Madison’s question of why lodged itself in her throat. Sighing in annoyance, the donkey grabbed the girl’s wrist and twisted it around her back. 


Ruth snarled, stopping herself from grabbing the officer. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?” 


“Collecting evidence.” Officer Faith said it casually as if he were putting a used condom in a ziplock bag.


“Ruth, what’s happening?” Madison’s voice cracked. Cold steel locked tight against her wrists, binding her arms behind her. “What’s going on? I’m the victim!” 


“As stated in the town charter, living property without proof of ownership that is involved in a crime shall be confiscated until proof of ownership is presented, or the case has been resolved.”


“B-But I’m her daughter!” Madison kicked the officer, “You can’t arrest a little girl.”


“I can on assault charges,” Officer Faith argued, “And the town charter also states that children involved in such situations are to remain in the station until their guardian comes to pick them up. It doesn’t matter if you’re Miss Sully’s daughter or slave, I’m taking you to the station.”


Desperate, she turned to the bear. “You can’t let him do this!” She pleaded, surprised to find herself wanting Ruth to save her. “You can’t let him take me.”


Ruth grimaced but did nothing while the donkey carried her off to his vehicle. Unceremoniously she was tossed into the back seat, followed by a seatbelt for her safety. “Fuck you!” She shouted. The officer ignored her, slamming the door to silence her rage. He leaned at the window, waiting for his partner as Madison swore a storm of curses and thrashed. The seatbelt wasn’t designed to do anything more than protect her, but her cuffed hands made it nearly impossible to reach the buckle. 


That didn’t stop her from wailing. Cursing at the officer and kicking what she could to get his attention. Since he leaned over the window she couldn’t see anyone, not until his partner arrived. As they were about to drive off she peered out, seeing Terry and his dad looking concerned in her direction. Ruth was gone, which hurt more than she wanted. 


“God, what a mess.” The donkey groaned as he started the car. “The amount of paperwork for an unregistered slave alone. Why do people insist on keeping that shit private?”


Officer Masters shrugged, “Not my place to say. You did register your wife, right?”


Officer Faith laughed, “Marriage was easier for that.” Madison felt disgusted not only at the donkey’s candor but the cheetah’s agreeing nod. She kicked at the metal mesh separating them while they drove off, still screaming for freedom. They ignored her on the surface, with Winston’s sharp turns and tensing muscles being the only hint she was getting somewhere. 


After ten minutes they stopped, parking along the side of the road at an underpass. Opening the glove compartment, Winston handed his partner a thick ballgag. “Shut her up, will you? She’s giving me a headache.” 


The cheetah didn’t hesitate. Madison clamped her mouth shut but the officer held her nose down to force her snout open. It wasn’t the biggest gag shoved into her maw, Ruth had plenty meant to make her mouth ache and destroy her gag reflex at the same time. This one didn’t need to do that. It just needed to be big enough to keep her from speaking coherently, with a thick rubber ball to gnaw on in frustration. 


Winson sighed in relief and unzipped his pants. Madison closed her legs, forgetting about the steel mesh between the officer and her. Officer Masters licked her lips as she crawled back to her seat, eagerly reaching over to grab his cock. The donkey yanked her head back by the ponytail, “I’ve seen where your hands have been today. Mouth only, slut.”


Licking her lips the cheetah nodded, kissing the tip of his tall shaft with reverence. Madison watched wide-eyed as the officer that saved her and Terry greedily worshiped her partner’s cock. Her gaze slipped to the way the donkey held her. So tight and possessive, pushing her deeper down without consent or care for anything outside his pleasure. Drool pooled behind her gag. Her pussy grew hot. 


“I can’t believe you kiss your husband with that mouth.” Winston sneered. “Bet he can tell who’s been in you by taste alone now. Or does he still play dumb? No one could think you're faithful. Even a blind man can tell.”


Madison closed her eyes to block the sight from her focus. Her ears twitched at the cheetah’s sultry giggle, muffled by the cock in her mouth. Officer Faith continued to berate his partner between the sighs and grunts that mixed with sloppy wet slurps from the cheetah’s maw. He was so forceful and degrading, treating his partner worse than any common whore. 


Her throat tightened reflexively. Madison spent enough nights in Back-In-Gas’s stalls to remember the taste of cock. How it felt when someone forced it down her maw like she was no better than a fleshlight. The stink badger hated it, or at least believed so. Thinking it was her rage burning so hot her heart threatened to burst. She rubbed her thighs together to stem the heat boiling between them. Her ears curled at the phantom sensation of his hand holding her like the cheetah. Deep down she knew what the sensation truly was, but denied it all the same. No sane person could enjoy the treatment. 


Officer Master’s choked. The zebra held her down with both hands, clenching his teeth tight in the throes of a silent orgasm. The remnants seeped from her maw when she pulled away, hacking coughs as the cheetah wiped cum from her sleeve. “Fuck, give a girl some warning.”


“You should know it well enough by now.” The donkey said, zipping up and starting the car. “I’m gonna need a nap when we get back to the station so you better do all the paperwork.”


“So the usual then,” The cheetah chided. Her partner looked at her balefully but did nothing to correct her. Madison hung her head in silence, letting drool spill out from her gag to form a puddle at her feet. The second puddle in the cruiser if her seat had anything to say about it.




***




The gag stayed on the rest of the ride and out of it. Madison gave them reason for it, growling and kicking whenever she had the chance when walking her through the precinct. Some officers and visitors glanced her way with various looks of interest, judgment, and apathy, the latter of which came from those in uniform who rolled their eyes. She wondered how many arrests came in like her. How many were even real arrests? 


The donkey tried to shove her off to his partner for the booking process, but Madison refused to cooperate for a mugshot. She was the victim, not the perpetrator. Officer Faith casually drew his nightstick when Officer Masters uncuffed her, wordlessly stating it would be best for her to comply. The gag stayed on through the shot, with her holding the mugshot board for the camera. At a glance Madison saw they didn’t even list her name. Instead, they wrote her off as Unowned Property.


The realization still shook her. Not only that the town had an official policy on enslavement, but that Ruth didn’t do it to her. The bear just took her in and treated her like a slave, like some fucked up daughter, without any sort of documentation. Madison squeezed the gag between her teeth, furious that the bear…she stopped, questioning why she felt so betrayed at Ruth’s negligence. It shouldn’t hurt, yet her heart pounded in her chest at the thought. 


Officer Faith left her alone with his partner for the paperwork and booking. “Can you promise to behave if I unlock your cuffs?” the cheetah asked, closing the door behind them. Madison checked the room first, finding it sparse beyond two chairs, a table, and a large mirror that had to be two-way like in cop dramas. She nodded, massaging her wrists when freed and taking a seat. Her jaw didn’t ache when the gag came loose. Ruth trained her well enough that she could wear one for an entire night without issue. 


“So I just need to ask you a few questions and get your paw print.” She flipped open an inkpad and then dabbed Madison’s paws against identification papers. Madison didn’t complain but growled when the officer locked her wrist to a loop in the table. “Sorry, standard procedure. So, when did you first meet Ruth Sully?”


“A few months ago.” Madison glanced away when she spoke.


“Where?”


“At her gas station. I tried to take something and she locked me in a bathroom stall.” After a pause she added, “You know she’s a pimp, right? She gets money for that, and I’m not the only kid in there.”


Officer Masters nodded absently, noting it down with a lack of interest that made Madison’s heart sink. “And she has been your primary caregiver for these few months? Who did you have before her?”


“I…” Madison bit her lip, “I was a runaway.”


“From your parents?” 


“Orphanage. Saint Ivo’s home for wayward youths.” Her voice cracked at the name. As much as living under Ruth’s thumb was a hell all its own, Saint Ivo’s made the idea of brimstone and fire all the more comforting. The only reason she lasted so long on the road was because she’d grown used to a lack of food or sleep under their care. She’d sooner dive into Ruth’s cunt for hours than go back to the hypocrisy behind those walls. 


“Was contact ever made to Saint Ivo’s?”


Madison shrugged, “I don’t know.” She never told Ruth the name but the bear had an odd habit of knowing things she shouldn’t. 


“I see,” Officer Masters continued to write, “And in these past months have you been referred to as a slave or similar by her? As a daughter?”


“Definitely a slave. Though I don’t think people send their slaves to school,” she scoffed, balking when the cheetah nodded. “Wait, they don’t?” In hindsight that was obvious but it raised too many questions. 


“When one realizes they fit better as a slave so early in life there’s no real reason for them to go to school. There is no hard rule against it though. That being said, most slaves in school are there because their dominant is also in school. Which school do you go to, Rosebud or Cherryblossom?” 


“Cherryblossom.”


“The public school. Ok, I can see why you’re surprised. Rosebud, the private school, has more of a stricter policy for slave students. You’ll see them on their knees in classes, sometimes studying, sometimes servicing someone who should be. It’s honestly rather distracting but Rosebud has good scores so…” She stopped, sighed, and shook her head, “Sorry. I don’t want to get political with a kid.”


Before Madison could argue that politics were the least of her concerns the door opened. A large rhino woman in a police uniform with extra decorations dotting her chest and shoulder stepped into the room. She stared at Madison for a second, then turned her attention to Officer Masters. “Abby, the hell is this?” She asked, pointing to Madison, “I’ve got people talking about you and Winston dragging some gagged and cuffed kid through my precinct. This some scare tactic gone south?”


Her precinct? Madison gulped, realizing who this rhino was once the cheetah spoke, “No, chief, it’s nothing like that. I’ll admit it’s not a standard arrest.”


“How so? This kid some tagger or something? They steal from a convenience store?” The rhino crossed her arms, thoroughly annoyed at the situation. “Why are you even interrogating them? Just put them in holding until their parents arrive.”


“Well, that’s the thing, chief. Officially she doesn’t. Miss Sully claims she’s her daughter but–”


“Ruth?” The chief asked, “Ruth Sully?” At the officer’s nod, the rhino looked Madison over with renewed interest. “Leave her file here and go make sure Winston doesn’t harass any of the cadets. I’ll take over.” 


A sense of dread fell over Madison as she watched the cheetah leave. The rhino, Chief Kravets by her nametag, sat across from her. The steel chair creaked under her weight, little of which looked to be fat now that she got a better look at the woman. Her uniform barely looked like it fit her, ready to rip with a flex if she wanted. After scanning the document with a pair of reading glasses she had hanging from her neck, the rhino woman spoke up. “Who’s Ruth Sully to you?”


“My…my guardian,” something about how the rhino asked the question made Madison uncomfortable. It was aggressive yet subtle, hiding behind a veil of professionalism. “Why?”


“Guardian?” the rhino nodded though she didn’t look to believe it. “Bit odd. I’ve known Ruth for years and she never struck me as the childcaring type.”


Madison’s heart sank. Was she a friend of Ruth’s? Of course she was, it made too much sense. How else could the bear run some prostitution ring without the police helping her. Her voice cracked when she spoke, “Are…are you going to give me back to her?”


Chief Kravets smiled. “Strip.” She ordered, undoing Madison’s cuffs. 


“What?” Madison covered her chest at the command. “W-Why?”


“Cavity search,” The rhino pulled a disposable latex glove over her hand. “Standard procedure. Don’t make me ask again.” The tone rippled across the air and pressed down on Madison like gravity. Slowly she took off her clothes, discarding them to a loose pile until she stood naked before the rhinoceros. She didn’t try covering her sensitive bits until Chief Kravets whistled. “She did a number on your cunt I see. No way you’ll have a normal pussy after taking those out. Looks like too much work to remove anyway so saves me the trouble of checking.” She swirled her finger, “Hands against the wall, ass out. Chop chop.”


The mustelid assumed the position with a nagging sensation. Ruth loved to humiliate her, but this was different. There was something about the police chief that put her on edge, to the point where she struggled not to twitch as a thick finger pressed against her pucker. Chief Kravets slowly slipped inside her, digging for drugs or contraband that Madison didn’t have. 


“I expected you to be looser,” The rhino said, “But there’s some resistance here, even with two fingers. Your ass is almost elastic. She use it a lot?”


“W-What’s it to you?” Madison muttered through clenched teeth. Her body refused to rebel against the intrusion, welcoming it thanks to the bear’s training. At least, that’s what she told herself to explain the pleasure crawling up her spine. 


“So that’s a yes then.” The rhino arched her fingers like a hook, pulling Madison up an inch off the floor. The sudden shift forced her to squeal, while heat pooled between legs that refused to close. “She’s an ass woman. Only cunt she likes to think about is her own. Nothing gets her going than the discomforting pleasure of someone’s forbidden hole explored.”


“You talk like you know her.” 


“We’re acquainted.” Chief Kravets pulled free, disposing of her glove for a new one. “Turn around and say ‘ah’.” Scowling Madison did so, letting the rhino first shine a light from a tiny flashlight down her throat before sticking a finger down it. “We’re not friends if that’s what you’re worried about. So don’t expect me to hand you over without the proper papers. After all, you’re evidence.” Her finger sank as far as her knuckle. “Evidence without a gag reflex,” the rhino smiled. 


Madison coughed when the rhino pulled her hand out, sputtering saliva to the floor. Wiping her mouth, her ears perked at the sound of a zipper. “You know, I don’t think my finger is long enough to check. We need to go deeper.” 


Chief Kravet’s cock cast a shadow over Madison. It was bigger than the horsecock that raped her, both in length and girth. It stood out from the rhino’s fly like some monolith in an ancient city bulldozed by time. Awestruck, she swallowed her fear and, with a brave face, said, “You can quit the bullshit. At least…at least tell me why.”


The rhino tilted her head with a smile. “Cause you belong to her. And I,” Her wide hand grabbed Madison’s scalp and pulled her head back, “Hate her guts.” The young mustelid swore her jaw unhinged at the mammoth rod intruding inside her. Its heat and girth grinding against her tongue while months of training kept her teeth from scratching its skin. She couldn’t bite down if she wanted to, allowing Chief Kravets to plunge without pause like a sword finding its place in a scabbard. Her hands fell by her side, powerless against the juggernaut that began to pull back for a thrust. The first push forward knocked Madison’s head into the wall, repeating blunt-force trauma while stretching down her throat to her stomach.


“Hmm, don’t feel any drugs down there.” The rhino pulled out, laying her heavy cock over Madison’s face. The mustelid sputtered and hacked, unable to brush the rod away thanks to the rhino’s grip. “What do you think, should I look again? See if you’ve got any plastic baggies in your stomach?”


“F-Fuck you,” Madison spat. 


Chief Kravets chuckled. “Got a mouth on ya. Explains why your throat is so well-trained. She likes brats.” Pulling Madison up by her hair the rhino tossed her back to the table. Cuffs locked her wrists behind her. Her feet kicked out, bouncing off against the rhino woman’s strong legs like they were rubber concrete. Using two extra pairs of cuffs she locked Madison’s ankles to the table legs, forcing them open. 


“I think I didn’t dig deep enough the first time,” Chief Kravets rested her wet cock between Madison’s buttcheeks, idly grinding against them as she spoke. “Given how much she loves anal, it stands to reason there could be something deep in there.”


Madison clenched her fists. “Cut the bullshit,” she snapped. “We both know I don’t have drugs. I’m not even a criminal. I’m the victim.”


“You’re not even a victim, cunt.” The rhino said, punctuating with a hearty slap that cracked across the air. “You’re property. Unowned property. And so long as you’re under this roof you belong to the Highman Break Police Department. Right now, I own your ass. And that’s not gonna change unless that bitch gives me proof of ownership. If that’s not given before the trial, well, it’s been a while since we had an auction. Though I got final say on what goes for sale, and sometimes things go missing.”


She grit her teeth at the thought of losing one cruel taskmaster for another, then to keep silent from the wide cockhead penetrating her backside. Ruth had experimented with her ass’s strange elasticity, going as far as using her to hold a 2-liter soda bottle for drinks. The image flooded her mind as the rhino filled her, every inch inside a new struggle. 


“You’re blushing,” Chief Kravets grinned, hunkering so close over Madison that her breasts braced the girl’s back. She tried to snap back but the rhino’s thick hand clasped her maw. “Nah, not going to tolerate your bullshit, brat. I know arousal when I see it. Everyone wears it on their face in this fucked-up town. Anywhere else and I’d be doing time until I’m old and wrinkly. But here I see people begging for it, asking for it without a word or bother about consent. You act like you hate it. You rationalize it, and say that it’s not right. But deep down it's what you crave. While else would those piercings of yours be so drenched?”


Her piercings? Madison was so preoccupied with what filled her asshole she didn’t notice the warm sensation swelling between her legs. The pressure building from her filled asshole sending mixed signals of pleasure. She pulled out to thrust, sending ripples of humiliating ecstasy across the young stink badger’s body. 


There was no control. No sense of rebellion Madison could hope to achieve under the weight of the bigger woman. The crushing force of each thrust bundling to a heat that curled her toes. Some small part of her knew to shut down completely, but instead of her body breaking down and accepting defeat it sprung to life. Her heart raced, breath tight at the incoming arousal washing over her. A shuddered moan seeped from her lips when the rhino pulled her head back. 


“Keep denying it. Do whatever it is you do to get your kicks out of it. But don’t pretend I can’t notice it.”


She spat at Madison’s skull, adding to the build-up that allowed her dam to break. She bit her lip in defiance, succeeding in keeping her lustful moan from leaving the room as her body rocked. But the walls were soundproof, so all she did was make Chief Kravets laugh at her failed attempt to pretend she hated it. 


Terry thought her a size queen by admission. But the size didn’t matter to her, that’s just what Ruth trained her to take. In truth, something Madison buried so deep into her subconscious she’d forget it the moment this was over as she’d done countless times before, was that she enjoyed being put down. Nothing made her drip like being made below others. She’d fight not for freedom but retaliation, growl only to be shown her place. Ruth would force her to kiss the bear’s boots and behind all that venom looking up was a pleading girl asking for more. 


Chief Kravets' stamina dwarfed her own. By the time the rhinoceros filled her insides the stink badger had experienced three orgasms. She could scarcely feel her legs save for the weight of gravity letting them hang. Madison wondered if this was what death felt like.


Then the rhino’s heavy hand cracked against her behind, reminding her she was far from the sensation. “Fuck!” 


“You got a mouth on ya. And a throat too, but I like that part of ya.” The chief cackled, wiping her dick clean with Madison’s discarded clothes. Even zipped up the rhino’s cock filled a noticeable outline in her pants. “I bet Ruth never gave you a good fucking like that. She claims to like the strap but she’ll never master it.” 


Seeing an opportunity, Madison spat at the rhino. It landed under her bag. “I’ve gotten better from worse.” She admitted, smiling at the police chief’s frown. Small victories were victories, even if they came with humiliating consequences. 


Naked, gagged, and led by a chain attached to her cuffs and threaded through her legs, Madison followed the chief through the police station. From the interrogation room to the cells where current prisoners hollered for young meat, to some fenced-in area filled with lockers and drawers. Her eyes widened when the rhino opened one of the lockers, one of many tall and wide enough to fit her inside if she curled up. Her muffled protests were met with a shake of the head. “Evidence goes in the evidence locker.” 


Shoved inside with only three slips of light streaming through the door, Madison’s ears fell at the tumble of a locking mechanism. Even if her hands were free she had no way of opening it from the inside. Chief Kravet’s heavy fist rattled the door, shaking the entire foundation. “Stay tight. Don’t worry about getting cramped, I’ll let you out in a few hours for some exercise. Or maybe tomorrow.”


Madison heard the fence surrounding the evidence locker close. The lights from her little vent ceased with the flick of a switch. Alone in the darkness, the stink badger closed her eyes to take her mind of her current predicament. She thought of Terry, hoping he was alright. Of Heidi, praying she’d get to see her only other friend one day. 


When Ruth appeared, she cried, unsure why the bear looked so nurturing in her mind.