Madison paced circles across the living room’s carpeted floor. Her bare paws dragged over the filaments as she mumbled to herself how everything had to be perfect. Had to be presentable. 


Though a daughter first, one of her duties as a slave was to keep her owner’s home clean. Ruth didn’t make that easy on account of being a slob, always leaving dishes out in her living room or forgetting to wash her sheets for over a week. Then there was the vacuuming. Oh, how Madison loathed the vacuum. It was out of date by a decade and didn’t have enough suction to give a curious youth a regrettable accident. Maybe now that she accepted her role Madison could ask Ruth to get a new one. She doubted the bear would comply, but it hardly mattered. This was another distracting thought since she had nothing to clean.


For once Ruth made an effort to keep things tidy. The sink and dishwasher were bereft of dishes, the bed was made without a single crease in the blankets, and even the countertops were dusted. Most of it was done before Madison woke up. She still couldn’t process how the bear snuck out of the bed without rousing her. 


So it left her with nothing to do but relax. Ruth specifically ordered it before leaving the house. But the stinkbadger couldn’t relax. Whenever she tried, anxiety crashed into her like a tidal wave, swallowing her into an ocean of dread and threatening to drown her. Any other command would have been better. She’d happily (not that Madison would show it) clean the bathroom tiles until they reflected her if told to, regardless of how clean they already were. Hell, Madison would even prefer Ruth force her to pleasure the bear’s cunt than wait for the upcoming event. She bit her lips at the thought of such a command, grabbing the back of her head with a yearning ache for a forceful hold on her scalp. 


“You couldn’t even keep me in bondage,” Madison said to herself. She snickered, forgetting that she was, legally, in bondage. Literal bondage would be nice. Ropes or chains to struggle against, with a wide gag to gnaw on rather than her lips. Ruth hadn’t even pushed a plug into her ass for play, and Madison wasn’t going to admit she liked it by doing it herself. 


So she paced. Creating a circle of stamped carpet around the living room and eyeing the clock from the same position every rotation. Each minute acting as an unbearable slog. 


She stood ramrod stiff at the turn of the door knob. Ruth walked in with a propane tank slung under her arm. One look to Madison told the bear everything she needed to know, and by her grin, Madison knew her mistress found it hilarious. 


“Guess I’ll add edging to the list of things you ‘hate’,” The bear said, resting the cylindrical tank on the floor. Too stressed to think of a witty retort, Madison gave her adoptive mother the finger. Ruth responded in kind. “Yeah, yeah. Be a dear and get the rest of the groceries, will ya? I gotta get the tank set up.” 


Madison almost went outside before she realized what she was wearing. She’d been given an airy pink sundress that morning by Ruth leaving it out. She would have ignored it if not for the letter claiming she’d cancel the BBQ if Madison didn’t put it, and only it on. No panties, no undershirt, nothing. The loose freedom underneath made her question if her piercings were actually clinking together when she walked or if it was all in her head. 


Few clouds dotted the sky. The sun blazed down on them with enough like that she was sure people could see through it. Neighbors or passersby could witness the outline of her body as she struggled to get groceries. Balling her fists Madison snapped back to glare at her mother only to discover Ruth had already left for the backyard. 


“You’ve been made to do worse,” Madison told herself, taking a heavy breath. Two heavy paper bags sat in the back of the bear’s truck. One filled with 2 liter soda bottles that, for the first time, likely weren’t going to be used in her expansion sessions, and another with hotdogs, burger meat, and buns for both. Taking two trips, she spotted a small wet trail dotting the concrete walkway on her second trip. Since the soda was picked up last, the realization made her blush.


“You know his dad is a cook, right?” Madison asked Ruth. 


The bear nodded and stuffed the bottles of cola into their fridge. “And?”


“And he’ll probably want to cook,” Madison said. “Shouldn’t you let him?”


The bear sighed with a smile, “If he was hosting, sure. But I am, so I gotta prep the food. It’d be rude to expect otherwise.”


“Based on what Terry tells me, he wouldn’t.”


The bear raised her brow. “And you certainly would know a lot from Terry, whereas I learned of him recently.” 


“Can you blame me?” Madison argued. “I thought you wouldn’t let me see him if you knew about him. You said no boys.”


“I said no dating dick,” Ruth corrected. “And from what I hear, your boytoy doesn’t exactly have a trunk.”


“He’s not my boytoy.”


“Are you his?” Ruth’s grin invited Madison to scowl. And, like every time Madison did, Ruth shrugged it off as if it were nothing. “I’m not mad about it. Well, I kind of am but it’s more at myself than you. I should have known you’d disobey. After all, you’re not exactly the most willing carpet muncher.”


The thought of it made Madison grit her teeth. Her mouth salivated on reflex at the idea now, training against her instincts. “But the fact that your disobedience landed you a cunt anyway is ironic, ain’t it? You excited to go down on him or is he gonna need to command you to do that?”


Madison hugged herself tight and looked away. “He’s not like that.” 


Ruth dropped her candor as her heavy paw patted the girl’s head. “I know. That’s what I’m worried about.”


The doorbell rang before Madison could process what her adoptive mother meant. Anxiety surged through her spine like electricity, stiffening it with all her hairs standing on end. Ruth told her to answer it, and when she took too long to move the bear reaffirmed it as an order. The trudge forward came closer to a death march, but at least she could blame the bear’s command over her own cowardice. 


What was she to say? She hadn’t seen Terry since the park date, the day she was almost raped and then thoroughly abused by law enforcement after taking her away. The day she discovered Terry’s truth. A truth she took from him without asking, tearing his pants away in the hopes of giving him a blowjob so he’d remember her if they never saw each other again.


Now all that stood between them was a thick door. She gulped, steadying herself with a deep breath as she twisted the knob. 


Terry’s arms wrapped around her before she noticed him. They squeezed her tight, nearly choking her as though the stinkbadger would slip away otherwise. The sudden hold gave Madison pause, leaving her arms at her side for tense awkward seconds until she reciprocated the hug. 


“H-Hey, you.” Madison mentally slapped herself for her cumbersome tone.”It’s been a while, huh?”


Terry pulled away, the relief in his brown eyes verging on tears with his nod. “Y-Yeah…it’s good to see you.”


The two stared at each other briefly. Sunlight cast down on the brown bunny’s black shirt and baggy green cargo pants. He looked just as she remembered him as, nothing to hint that between his legs was a pussy. A cunt. The thought lingered until another brown bunny behind Terry cleared his throat. 


“May we come in?” Terry’s father asked. Like a machine Madison stepped aside, waving them to enter. Mr. Lopez followed behind Terry, carrying a large brown paper bag. 


Ruth came in to comment before Madison could work up the nerve. “What’d you bring? Please don’t tell me it’s potato salad.”


Mr. Lopez scoffed. “No, no, I brought ingredients for some authentic Spaniard lamb chops, already coated in my spices and ready to grill.”


“Oh…” Madison could tell Ruth’s smile betrayed any welcome. “How lovely. I’ve already got some burgers on the grill so I can throw that on next.”


“May I? I know it’s asking a lot to cook as a guest, but I wanted to treat you all to a proper Paradillia meal as a thanks for inviting me.” 


Terry’s gaze shifted to Madison for relief. His father must have made this a forefront of the event since being invited. She wanted to look back but found herself unable, instead taking an interest in counting the noticeable fibers of the carpet. She got to thirty when Ruth suggested the parents head out to cook and the kids be alone, offering drinks to the guests as she did so. Madison gave her a betrayed look at how she hadn’t been ordered, but the bear’s expression made it clear she wouldn’t offer any more distractions from Terry. Sink or swim, that’s the kind of parent she was. 


But what could she say? That she was sorry for digging through his pants? Sorry for invalidating his privacy? These were all right yet whenever she tried to speak the words died on her tongue. 


“I’m sorry for what happened,” Terry said, breaking the silence between them. “I shouldn’t have picked the park for a date.” After an uncertain scratch behind his head, he added, “Maybe I shouldn’t have taken you out?”


Aghast, Madison grabbed his hand. “What? No. It’s not your fault.”


“Isn’t it?” He pulled away, “I mean if we weren’t in the park then that horse wouldn’t have found us. We wouldn’t have needed to call the cops and they might have not taken you away for days. Heidi was worried at school. She kept asking me where you were, and I didn’t know why you weren’t home. I can’t imagine why you were with the police for so long.”


Seeing it best to let that memory die, Madison shook her head. “It’s not important and it’s not your fault. That horse would have found me anyway. If not the park, then at school or somewhere else. Your being there prevented the worst. You saved me.”


Terry cast his eyes away, balling his fists. “Didn’t feel like it.”


Grabbing his chin she forced him to look at her. “Terry, you did. One of the things I kept worrying about at the station was if I’d ever see you again. Both to thank and…and to apologize.”


“Apologize?” He blinked, “For what?” She looked down to his crotch. Terry made a silent O with his mouth in realization. “You, uh, you did go down there, huh?” He said, trying to smile but she could tell dread wrapped its gnarled fingers around his throat. 


“My…My mom says I’m not allowed to date guys. Specifically, she doesn’t want me around dick. But I like boys. A lot. Like I like you, a lot. It’s why I’ve been so secretive with you, we’ve been dating behind her back. When you called the police, I feared she’d never let me see you again and I wanted to leave you something to remember me by. I didn’t mean to…to…”


“I understand your disappointment.” His smile hurt. He pulled her hand away, “For what it’s worth, I wasn’t lying about being a boy. I never felt comfortable as a girl. I’ve been a boy for about a year now and it’s the happiest I’ve been, though it’s cost me no shortage of friends. If you don’t want–”


Madison shut him up with a kiss. His surprise fell to locked lips as their tongues tangled together. Pushing him against the wall, Madison broke off and bit her lower lip. “I like you, Terry. You’re a boy to me and I like boys, dick or no dick. So please, please don’t break up with me. You’re one of the few good things to happen to me in this fucked up town.” 


She hadn’t realized how wet her cheeks were until he’d braced them. They stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity before she pulled him along. 


“W-Where are we going?” He asked. She showed him to the bedroom soon enough, not caring if he could see the cage she sometimes slept in lounging beside it. 


Operating purely on instinct, Madison closed the door behind her and locked lips with him. The impact sent him sprawling to the bed with her, arms wrapping around her back as they rolled over the covers. 


He wanted her. Terry pulled her dress off to better nip and suckle her body. Madison silenced herself through bit lips, letting a delighted squeal leave when he reached her piercing ladened cunt. Were it anyone else she would have pulled away. But his touch, his kiss against the seal, was a blessing. 


“You’re beautiful.” His words carried weight. No one ever complimented her piercings, at least no one she cared about. They were a burden on her. A reminder of her status as a slave. Anal was meant to be her only pleasure. She felt herself gushing in response, going as far to hide her face. 


“S-Shut up.” She smiled, face red.


“Make me…” he teased. Crawling back up for an embrace, Madison found something missing. His tongue danced instead of conquered. His touch caressed rather than manhandled. His words were soft, too soft. 


He was gentle. And despite it all, Madison didn’t want gentle. 


“Turn over,” she whispered, internally swearing that she suggested it. Terry did so, allowing her to unbutton and pull down his pants. She smelled the bunny’s cunt behind his plaid boxers, but the normal sense of revulsion didn’t rear its ugly head when she pulled them down. 


A pussy. His pussy. Wet and ready in her presence. She’d seen Ruth’s enough times to know what to do next, but hesitation caught her by surprise. 


“Is…is something wrong?” Fear shivered in Terry’s voice. 


Madison shook her head. She placed his hand over her head before speaking up. “Hold me down. It’ll help.”


He did and she was right. Five fingers digging into her headfur sent the right goosebumps down her spine. Her tongue slipped down his engorged folds, gently penetrating or lathering his hardened clit while she spelled out the alphabet as Ruth had taught her. It was either getting good at eating out or learning not to breathe under the bear’s weight. Her skill was a testament to her love of air. 


“O-Oh god.” By the way, Terry’s chest heaved she guessed no one had eaten him out. Strange pride swelled at that as she continued, reminding herself it was a boy’s cunt rather than a girl's. “Fuck, fuck. Right there. Stay there, stay there!”


Urged on by his tightening grip, Madison kept her flat tongue lapping against the folds in a slow methodical approach. She’d run out of letters, counting out numbers now. By number fifteen he cried out, coating her face in his juices. She didn’t stop. Ruth trained her to not stop until told otherwise, and as much as she hated the training it was second nature. 


Another orgasm stained her maw by the time they were interrupted. Ruth whistled at the sight of them, leaning by the open door with her arms crossed and a smug smile across her maw. “And here I thought you hated cunt.” 


Madison gave her mother the finger whilst wiping her face, attempting to hide her blush. Terry made no such effort beyond biting his lip to keep silent. Ruth chuckled to herself, shaking her head at the two lovebirds. 


“Bathroom is across the hall if you need to freshen up. Dinner’s in five.” 


Once Ruth left Madison noticed Terry hadn’t pulled his pants back up. His cunt was still wet, still begging for more. She waited, staring at the pussy for his command, his demand, to get back to work. 


“We should get cleaned up,” Terry said, zipping his pants back up. Madison nodded. The weight of her disappointment crushed her like an iron ball latched around her neck. 




***




The sounds Ruth made when enjoying Mr. Lopez’s spiced lamb rivaled her orgasms. “Ok, I need to know your recipe. What spice did you use?”


“A special blend.” Terry’s father smiled with pride. “A mix of paprika, saffron, and a dash of cayenne pepper. Gives it a special kick.”


The bear pointed to him like an eager child. “I knew there was cayenne in this. I just couldn’t place it. Goddamn, how do you not have a restaurant?”


He laughed. “I’m fine with my weekend food truck. The restaurant business is a,” he glanced back at the two cubs currently eating and stifled himself. “It’s too stressful of a business. Plus I don’t want to manage, I want to cook.”


“Ah, passion. I got ya. I’d offer to do the managerial stuff but I got enough on my plate with my own business. Operating a gas station takes a lot of energy and I’d rather remain friends.”


Madison almost commented about how Ruth’s little whorehouse ran itself just fine before realizing that, first of all, she knew nothing about the business beyond nights she was a product, and, secondly, any amount of talking would deprive her of enjoying Mr. Lopez’s food. The bunny was, if Madison was using the word correctly, a savant. Granted she’d never had lamb when in the system. Too expensive to buy. At best she got processed chicken nuggets and fish sticks when it came to meat options. Flavorless save for pinches of salt. 


Her current hell had enough blessings to make it bearable. 


There were no leftovers by the end. Everyone sank into their chairs, hands over their stomachs as they let food digest. The adults kept talking, sharing recipes, and tips, and eventually gossiping about other parents. Before now Ruth never engaged with other parents, or maybe she had and Madison never noticed. 


This newfound focus was a greater distraction from something else. Terry hadn’t spoken since she ate him out, nor had he given her a straight look. Had she done something wrong? Was she too forward? In a town where sex seemed commonplace, too forward sounded impossible. But this wasn’t some random Joe getting his fill of a gas station stall whore. This was the boy she liked. Her once-secret boyfriend. Was there supposed to be more to it? Madison listened to Ruth’s conversation rather than ponder on it. It kept her from spiraling, at least until the bear looked at her and issued a command.


“Clean up. Get your collar. Wait for us in the living room.”


The words were heavy and precise, leaving no room for argument despite Madison’s desire to rebel. Ruth’s expression alone told her now was not the time for that. That this wasn’t play, this was something much more important. 


Madison took one more look at Terry. He looked shocked but not confused, as if expecting this to happen. In hindsight, there was no reason why he wouldn’t. He was there the day the police carted her off. He would know what she was. 


Without a word she left, taking solemn steps inside with her head down. In the bathroom she cleaned herself up and out, tossing her clothes into the nearby hamper on her way to the bedroom. Collar in hand, Madison headed to the living room and waited, standing straight with her arms at her side after leaving the collar on Ruth’s favorite seat. 


In the minutes of solitude, her mind screamed out at her for doing this. How dare she submit to Ruth? When did she become so willing to let the bear humiliate her? The stinkbadger silenced it with a gulp but her body still bristled with nerves. Anxieties and excitement. 


Ruth motioned Terry and his father to sit on the couch. Before taking to her seat, she latched Madison’s collar on with care, ensuring her daughter could breathe easily in her proper place. Leather creaked under her weight. A heavy hand guided Madison by her head to a kneeling position on the floor, arching it down just enough to present her submission and still see Terry’s reaction if she angled her gaze just right. 


“I’m sure by now you know what my dynamic with my adoptive daughter is.” Ruth’s fingers scratched behind Madison’s ears as if she were a feral cat. Terry nodded, his eyes darting to Madison frantically enough for her to realize he was struggling not to look at her. 


“To give you context, I originally wanted to keep her as a slave. I didn’t do the paperwork at first, which I know is irresponsible. I figured having her act as my daughter would give me less responsibility, so I allowed her to go to school and make friends. Under the condition that she not make any friends with boys. And, like any brat, she rebelled against that with you.”


“I didn’t–” Terry’s excuse fell at Ruth’s raised hand. 


“Don’t interrupt. Anyway, I grew more attached to her than I thought. Recent circumstances forced my hand to officially adopt her as my daughter. Make no mistake, she is my daughter first and foremost, but she is also my slave. Slave, get up.”


Swallowing the indignity of her title, Madison rose to her feet. Ruth motioned her forward and directed her mouth to open with two fingers. “This slave says she is straight. I am not straight. Because I have no use for a straight slave, I have trained her to worship cunt as if she loves it. Your little ‘moment’ is a result of countless sessions imprinting on this tongue.”


The bear’s fingers pressed against her tongue. Ruth toyed with it, grinding and pulling the pink muscle as if it were her plaything. It was, just like the rest of Madison’s body. If Terry wasn’t there, watching with mesmerized eyes, she’d try to bite her mother’s fingers. But she reigned her rebellious nature in because Terry needed to see this. He needed to know.


“I’m sure you’ve noticed her piercings.” Ruth pulled at the largest loop sealing Madison’s cunt. “This pussy belongs to me, but I do not need two pussies. The only pussy that matters in this house is between my legs, so I keep hers locked. By now if you remove these her skin would be flaps. Ruined and riddled with holes. She’s much prettier this way, isn’t she?”


Terry nodded with red cheeks, gulping at the sight of it. Madison unknowingly spread her legs wider to show it. Shallow breaths failed to stem the rising heat his gaze brought. Her shame, her true sign of enslavement, was all there to witness and the bunny was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. No one needed to point out the small damp spot on the carpet under her. 


The bear turned her around and bent her forward, exposing her adoptive daughter’s ass. “Same can’t be said for her ass. It’s my favorite hole of hers. It looks tight, but I’ve stretched it as wide as two-liter soda bottles. I’ve fisted this hole.” As Ruth spoke her finger trailed Madison’s rim. One sank in without resistance, digging deep enough to elicit a grunting squeak. “Barely need lube for my finger. No matter the size, she’s always tight enough. Perfect for an anal-only slave.”


Mortified, humiliated, and unbearable horny, Madison returned to her knees with her face red and body shivering for more. Ruth rested her paw over the girl’s scalp as if she were a headrest. “Do you know why I’m telling you all of this, boy?”


The brown bunny gulped. He looked to Madison but Ruth chastised him. “Why are you looking at her? I’m the one asking the question. Don’t look at her, look at me and answer my question.”


Fingers locked and lips bitten, Terry nodded slowly. “Y-You’re making me her owner, right?”


Ruth laughed. The bear bucked back into her chair, patting Madison’s head like a feral pet until her cackling died down. “No, boy. I’ve witnessed enough to know you don’t have what she needs in an owner. I’m telling you this because I’m willing to allow you two to date only if you can accept that she’s my slave before she’s your girlfriend.” 


She pointed to Mr. Lopez, “If I commanded her to offer your dad a blowjob right here and now, she’d have to obey. Normally she’d bitch and moan about it, but today I know she’d silently accept the order, crawl to your father, and offer it because I told her to. And if he accepted–”


“Which I wouldn’t,” Mr. Lopez clarified. “This is all purely hypothetical, I assume.”


“If he accepted, she’d do it, regardless if you’re in the room or not. If you can accept that, accept knowing that times she’s not with you may mean she’s getting fucked by strangers in a gas station stall or eating me out while I watch TV, then I’ll give you my permission to date her.” 


Terry didn’t answer immediately. She shouldn’t have expected him to, but the fact that he didn’t weighed on her. Anger bubbled behind her placid face. Ruth didn’t need to do this, and Terry shouldn’t have taken so long. But these, she knew, were born from fear that he’d say no. One way or another, this had to happen. Might as well tear the bandage off. 


“I’m fine with that,” Terry said, with a sigh of relief. “I knew she was, well, kinky. Especially with Halloween. And now that I know this, well, it makes the fact that she chooses me a lot nicer. She has to obey you, regardless of how she feels about it. But when she’s with me, it’s because she wants to be. So yeah, I can accept she’s being fucked by other people. Her heart’s not in it.”


Rage turned to relief. Madison’s shoulders sagged with her released breath. Ruth smiled, leaning back with a casual nod. “Slave, there’s a box in the bedroom closet. Go grab it and present it to the bunny boy.” 


She’d never seen the box before. Requiring both hands to hold, she kneeled to present it to Terry. “This is a gift for your honesty. You’ll need it for her.” Ruth said.


Terry and Madison’s eyes widened at the contents. Inside the box was none other than a fat black horsecock dildo and a strap-on harness kit. With flushed cheeks, she broke protocol to look back at her adoptive mother. Ruth smiled softly, tenting her fingertips as if a plan had been executed perfectly. 


“Like I said, her ass is always tight enough despite how much it stretches. That being said, she’s a size queen. Average ain’t gonna cut it.” She nudged her head to the hall, “Why don’t you two try it out? Finish your little fun before I rudely interrupted you.”


Madison took Terry’s hand before he could answer, dragging him to the bedroom without a second thought. Ruth would punish her for that, but the bear would find reason to punish her if she wanted anyway. Besides, she’d happily eat cunt as retribution for getting Terry to fuck her. 


After closing and locking the door, Madison saw Terry looking over the toy in puzzled bewilderment. 


“This…this isn’t too big for you?” He asked. 


Madison shrugged, “One time taking notes Ruth said to herself that, with enough lube, I could take anything. She was fisting me at the time.”


“She takes notes. What for?”


Again, Madison shrugged, “I don’t know. I don’t care either. Do you know how to put on a strap?”


He blushed. “Um…I’ve only worn packers once. I’ve never actually worn a strap-on before. Do you know how?”


She helped him without a word. Ruth made the stinkbadger put the harness on the bear enough times she could do it with her eyes closed. The toy was long enough that Terry needed to stand straight else the tip would fall to the floor. He marveled at it, slowly stroking the fake shaft as if it were his actual cock. In many ways, it was. 


“It’s just…hard to imagine this inside you.” 


Taking a bottle of lube, Madison spurted it over the rod like mustard to a hotdog before massaging it over the toy. “Seeing is believing. So, let’s see.” 


He was nervous. The bunny looked down at his new strap-on with lip-biting concern. Madison scooched further up the bed and raised her ass, spreading her cheeks wide for him. Her piercings clattered, with droplets of her wet cunt falling to the blanket. 


She smiled when he climbed up behind her. He laid the fat rod between her cheeks, batting her hands away to spread it himself. “I…I can’t promise I’ll be good. First time thrusting.”


“I’ll walk you through it.” Madison raised her thumb, “Trust me. I can take it.” She had half a mind to tell him not to worry about her well-being but stifled herself. Both because she didn’t want him to think about that, and because the flat head of his cock started spreading her asshole. 


From experience in Ruth’s secret whore house, Madison knew every guy took their time when penetrating. Some were faster than others, but everyone took a moment to adjust to the sensation of her tight hole. 


Terry had no such failing. He inched in without stopping, slowly but steadying filling her whole. Peering behind she realized the bunny was watching the rod sink into her. Mesmerized. A euphoric smile crossed his lips when he reached the medial ring. 


“Holy hell. Your mom wasn’t kidding.”


Madison’s response failed to reach her lips as the medial ring slipped in with a forceful push. “It’s like your ass is built for size. Does it jiggle like rubber?” He slapped it. Madison grunted and glared back. “Guess not,” Terry said, disappointed. “But there’s no such thing as the perfect asshole, is there?” 


Halfway down the latter half, Terry reversed to the medial ring. Holding her tushy as handlebars, the rabbit slowly thrust into her, building a careful rhythm. Madison felt like she was being edged.


“Harder,” she told him. “I can take it.”


“I know. I’ll go hard when I want.”


Madison grunted, “That’s not–” 


“That’s not what?” He said, playfully, “Fair? It’s my dick, I get to decide how I use it. Besides, your mom said you’re a slave, right? Your purpose is to be used, not to be pleased. So I’m using you to test out my new dick. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”


There was a lot she could do, but his words and smug tone hit a chord she wasn’t expecting from him. Madison grinned, gritting her teeth. “Ruth said you’re not a master. I could rebel a whole lot harder.”


“But you won’t,” Terry said, sinking the full shaft in. Madison’s mouth hung loose in her shudder, leaving her tongue caught between his fingers. “Because you don’t want to. You want me to fuck you. You know what I want?” He tugged at her tongue, “I want to see how you’d look with a stud piercing. I bet your tongue would feel even better with it.”


He let go, dragging his fingers down her chest as he pressed into her back. “Maybe some nipple piercings,” the bunny whispered, “Barbell? No, rings. Wide and thick to pull from. Bet you can get a matching set from your cunt.”


Madison bit the pillow when he tugged her nipples. The thrust speed rose steadily as he whispered sweet nothings about decking her in metal loops and pins. “They make chains for studs. We could get a long one that connects to your nipples, forcing your tongue out. Why stop there? Why don’t we latch the chain to your cunt, let you rock your body with every step you take.”


The image of a full-body chain tightened around her mind. Every sensitive part of her pierced with an anchor point or ring, then looped around by the thin chain. Tight where it needed to be, loose enough to let her walk. It’d clang with every step, drawing eyes and snickers to whomever she passed. She might as well be naked with her tongue pulled forward so everyone could use her mouth. Madison mirrored it in reality, tasting the bed’s fibers as Terry picked up speed. 


Worse of all, he toyed with her cunt. The rings made it too tight to slip through, so he played with them, tugging and prodding while the wet sounds of her ass fucking grew louder. His grunts and her moans mixed with the noise. 


Yet it wasn’t enough. Madison threw her head back so he could pull her hair but he would not grab it. She tugged at her collar but he would not stop her. The stinkbadger needed the roughness. The manhandling. Physical cruelty she could rebel against. 


Friction finished Terry. He slowed to a crawl then stopped, slipping out the toy before collapsing beside her. His chest heaved up and down, exhausted. 


Madison had been close. She did not complain, not when he looked at her with a soft smile. “Your mom is right. I don’t think I have what it takes to be an owner.”


 Madison tilted her head. “So why are you smiling?”


“Because I don’t think you want just that.” He pulled her close for an embrace. “And if I can’t provide the former, I can provide the rest.” 


Tears formed in her eyes before Madison realized it. She hugged him tight, smiling in their shared embrace.




***




“He said that? I guess he gained a guy’s sense of humor on top of everything else,” Ruth said, pulling on a latex glove with a snap.


Madison glared. The bear grinned back, as she always did. The stinkbadger was never very intimidating, and what little she had fell by the wayside when her legs were spread apart by a spreader bar so wide she couldn’t even close her thighs. 


“It was sweet.” She argued, “I enjoyed it.”


“But you didn’t ‘enjoy it’ enjoy it, did you?” 


Madison looked away.


“Look, there ain’t nothing wrong with it. He accepts that you two can’t be monogamous.”


“Because of you,” Madison said under her breath.


“More ‘cause of you,” Ruth said, slapping the exposed and wet ring-pierced cunt. “You’re too much of a sub to enjoy vanilla and, outside of his piercing fetish, your boyfriend’s pretty vanilla. At best he’s a service top, but you’re not a power bottom.”


The stinkbadger held her tongue. She knew Ruth was right. The moment Terry and his dad left the bear wrangled her down and latched restraints, leaving her arms behind her back and the T-shirt she’d put on in tatters. She wouldn’t admit to liking it, no matter how many times Ruth clapped her cunt. The wet smack was answer enough.


“You should be thanking me. I mean, look at how frustrated you are. If you say pretty please, Mistress, I’ll get you off with just my fingers. It’ll be like a nice massage, for your ass.”


“Fuck you.” Madison scowled. Ruth smiled wide as if waiting for that defiance. She went to the bedroom, returning with a jawbreaker ballgag and a strap-on an inch or two bigger and wider than the one she gave Terry. 


“No, bitch,” Ruth said, stretching her daughter’s maw wide with the gag. “I think I’ll just fuck you."